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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
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TITLE/NICKNAME: The Silver Ghost / The Fallen Warrior
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: to others he is distant and cool, careful not to get too close to anyone lest they find out his past. despite this, he does care generally for all living creatures. To his friends he is A fairly chipper fellow with a slightly mischievous side. He is usually upbeat and mild mannered, only becoming angry if someone gets in between him and his Rupees, or his friends. To some he may come across as greedy due to his obsession to acquiring rupees, but he knows that he needs them in good supply if he is going to continue his life on the edge, A life that is not easy, or cheap. he worries sometimes of what others think of him for his bad choices in the eyes of society, why he did not retire and become a blacksmith, or a shoe maker. The sad truth is the life of a soldier ingrained into his mind and unending sense of duty, and he works tirelessly to meet the goals he has set before him. Sometimes even to the exclusion of those closest to him, which brings him great sadness. A man with a heavy weight on his conscience he doesn't like social situations, as his guilt and internal agony is written all over his face when he lets his guard down. coming out in subtle tics and flinches when he is irritated, and occasional benders at the local bars. Sometimes waking up in a ditch or gerudo prison not knowing what day of the week it is. When he is not brooding or falling over with the smell of spirits on him he is very focused and sure of where he is going, foregoing even the most basic things in pursuit of his goals, sometimes even skipping breakfast in a rush to find what he is after. A man unfortunately prone to extremes he struggles with the finer points of social etiquette, preferring to avoid such things altogether if possible. Only putting on the charm if he absoultley must. He enjoys study of the arcane arts and hidden mysteries of hyrule, fancying himself a amaetuer scholar in the matter, he also enjoys the pursuit of whatever lies behind those mysteries, such as fine artifacts and rupees. Driven by his need to restore his honor, he works tirelessly to find those answers that have eluded him, hoping he has made the right choice.
A Good fight: A skilled hand to hand combatant and Weapon fighter, Kallien is not one to back down from a fight, nor would he want to. his skills have given him the edge over many combatants from a young age, and he is confident in his abilities. However he prefers to stealth around his problems rather than have to fight them out, if at all possible.
The Thrill of the chase: A born adventurer Kallien loves taking risks and getting away with it, the thrill of causing a bit of mischief never gets old to him
Money: Money may not buy happiness, but it sure can buy everything else, and Kallien knows this, he goes to great lengths to fill his pockets with whatever he can before making off with the goods.
Gerudo Women: Having crept around in the shadows for most of his life Kallien was astonished at the different complexions of the people of the outside world, taking a particular affinity to the Beautiful Gerudo women, whom, when they weren't charming him out of his bounty, proved to be a match for him on more than one occasion, in both wits and martial skills. Always liking a challenge, Kallien formed a soft spot in his heart for those fiery warrior women.
Other races: Kallien finds the other races of hyrule absolutely fascinating, from the hermit-like gorons to the river-swimming zoras, the cultures of hyrule never cease to amuse him.
Being born with Red sheikah eyes, and pale skin, Kallien was often bullied and teased, being thought of as a freak in his younger years by the local hylians, this caused him to grow up hating those who held prejudices in their hearts, and learn to embrace all.
Arrogance: Confident in his own abilites, and paying a heavy price in the past for his own Hubris,Kallien does not like it when people overly gloat about themselves, finding it more than a bit off-putting
MOTIVATIONS: Restoring his honor: Kallien wishes to restore his faded honor that he lost the night he left behind his dying men, searching every day for any information that could lead him to rediscover the artifact that eluded him.
Survival: Living a life as a fugitive is hard, and dangerous, He wakes up every day knowing it could be his last, and takes great care to avoid any unnecessary risks.
Settling the score: He one day hopes to put a sharp blade through the heart of the enemy who tore his life to ribbons.
FEARS: Being discovered, Kallien has lived life as a fugitive for several years now, and knows that if he were discovered by the royal authority he would be tried for his past crimes.
Iron knuckles: the fateful enemy that had brought his once promising life to a grinding halt. he had been asked to retrieve an item of great importance to the kingdom that resided within one of the legendary temples. The artifact had been guarded by one of these terrible foes, and that foe had single-handedly slain his men and nearly ended up taking his life as well as he fled in dishonor. He still sees the blood and blank stares of his men ripping through his mind whenever he hears that harrowing clanking sound...
Being Judged: Despite being a former "spy" for the royal family, he does not consider himself to be a wicked man, seeing it from the perspective that he did the things he had to do to protect the most high.
HISTORY:Being born to the Sheikah, the shadows were no stranger to Kallien. Especially since he had been trained from an early age as one of the Elite protectors of the princess. His job description was simple, if for whatever reason the Kingdoms soldiers failed to protect the most high, it was the job of him and his fellow soldiers to defend the princess to the last man. His particular role in the kingdoms protection was slightly different from other soldiers. His unit did not march into battle, or sound great horns announcing their arrival, they climbed in windows, jumped across rooftops, poisoned drinks and cut throats in the night. If he did his work right, his enemies would never know he was there, and that was how he liked it. Although his official title was "intelligence gatherer" he and all of his unit were trained exstinsivley in the art of infiltration, as well as in the arts of hand to hand combat and weapon usage. However his true abilities were not in any of these things, his true quality lied in his ability to listen and understand the truth behind peoples words. To listen not just to their words, but to hear what their heart was truly saying. Skilled at seeing without being seen, he often would go unnoticed in a crowd, or at a social event. That is what he had been trained to do. The life of a soldier had not been kind to him however, and after failing his last mission he was excommunicated from the order and made into a fugitive and a criminal. Long years in hiding had honed his senses to a near otherworldly level, so long as the night was young, he was in his element. he inhaled a deep breath as he stepped out into the familiar damp air of the night, hoping for the chance to redeem himself in the eyes of his kingdom, and his godess.
APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION: Not a particularly tall man standing at 5'7, with red eyes, pale skin and sharp, hollowed cheeks and a thin jaw he has been mistaken in the past for a travelling Poe, until they see his feet. His attire changes with the situation, blending in with whatever crowd he needs to, but when he is simply travelling in his normal clothes he prefers dark, nondescript colors. wearing a purple tunic with brown lining, earthen colored pants, and a wool cloak, he generally keeps the appearance of a Drifter or a peasant to keep a low profile. his Only defining bodily characteristic that anyone would notice is the Eye of the sheikah on the back of his left hand, which he conceals with warm travelling gloves.
Kallien smiled confidently as the fire blocking their path died down "another trap successfully disabled" he whispered to himself "Impa would be proud" He and his men had been tasked with infiltrating the Spirit temple in search for an artifact that was of great importance to the royal family, the specifics were need to know, and apparently this new recruit didn't need to know. "just how important is this thing anyway to go to all THIS trouble? Shouldn't we be doing something more important? Like, I don't know, going after that meddler in the desert? He thought back to the rise of the Gerudo king, how he had poisoned the deku tree, swindled the royal family, and even sacked the castle! the Sheikah had eyes everywhere, and knew full well of his betrayal, and where had that bigshot hero got off too anyway? wasn't he supposed to be stopping this? "oh well, I cant Everywhere all at once!" He joked to himself, in his heart feeling a small twinge of doubt, wondering if he could ever measure up to his greatness. he shook his head "I'm getting ahead of myself, I need to focus on the mission" he gave the ok signal to his commanding sergeant, letting him know it was safe to pass. As the sergeant signaled to him and his men to follow, he placed his feet together and crept heel to toe behind him on the narrow passageway, looking over nervously at the disabled trap that had the head of a snake, praying to the goddesses he hadn't forgotten something and it wouldn't return back to life to knock him down into the pit to his doom. as they approached the door his men flanked either side, his seargeant signaled to him to take point, he swallowed nervously as he pressed his foot down on the pad in front of the door, as it slid up he stepped through, checking the corners for any enemies lying in ambush. So far the mission had been fairly easy, a few stray keese, some fiery traps, and only One Dinafols. He had not yet had the chance to face one head on, as his team had handled it by distracting it and hitting it on the head with an empty pot. he shook his head and laughed to himself as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. "The minions of evil aren't so scary after all I guess" as his vision became clearer he saw a familiar shape in the backround, it looked like a suit of armor, a heavy chest plate with wide pauldrons and thick steel fastened in place with large metal bolts its head clad in a menacing looking helmet, in its gauntlet wearing hands Holding an enormous axe. It looked like one he had seen at a local shop, only it was sitting in the center of the room. Immobile. he narrowed his eyes to focus on it, noting how out of place it was in a place like this. Was it a ceremonial piece? Another switch? he felt the air rush past him as his men entered behind him and the door slammed shut, bars suddenly appearing over the door. he looked to his fellow soldiers with a look of confusion, their eyes darted to the door and back to the armor piece in the center of the room. He was a bit taken aback by their expressions, he had never seen them act like this before. They we're sweating underneath their headresses and he could hear them breathing heavily. "They're getting too old for this" he joked to himself. he stopped for a second to think about what he was saying. His joking was partly to comfort himself in this situation. he had never seen them like this before, their was genuine Fear in their eyes. He looked over nervously to the iron-clad warrior. "theres no way..." he thought to himself. They we're all older men, even for sheikah. Their skin worn by time and age. with heavy lidded eyes that had the always-narrowed look of a hardened soldier that had seen too many battles. survivors of the sheikah civil war they were some of the fiercest soldiers the kingdom had to offer, and they had the scars to prove it, several in fact. He had always worked hard to prove himself to them, but no matter how hard they had always thought of him as an annoying child, maybe this was the day he proved himself, maybe not. "get behind the pillars, all of you. Ready your throwing daggers." He nodded as he and his men positioned themselves behind the pillars, facing the iron menace. In his mind he was still grappling with the idea that any mortal could possibly wear something so unbelievably heavy. "it's just another trap" he said to himself "just another stupid trap" "quiet down!" his sergeant barked at him with a slightly louder whisper. "i'm going to hit it with something to get its attention, as soon as I do that I need you all to start throwing everything you have at it." he nodded, acknowledging his orders. Was it really some kind of guardian of the temple? he readied his daggers as he reached into his satchel "guess its time to find out" he thought as his fingers fidgeted against the blade apprehensively. turning the blade downward and curling his fingers around the tip, ready to throw. The sergeant crept up to the hulking, lifeless warrior, drew back his arm, and hurled a stone at it. it landed cleanly on its visor
A tinny, metallic sounding voice bellowed out from beneath the helmet. a sickening grinding sound of metal against metal echoed off of the walls as the imposing warrior rose to his feet. he raised the axe above his head and brought it down, cleaving the sergeant in two with one swing. "nooo!" he cried out as he furiously flung his daggers at the hulking demon. blinking back tears as they bounced off of his thick armor. the massive warrior cried out as one of the daggers hit in between its armor plating, probably thrown by one of his men, his vision too blurred to notice if it was his own that hit the mark. he drew the sword at his belt, charging at the terrible warrior, not thinking of his own saftey in the heat of the moment.
He gripped the pommel and raised his sword up above is head, slightly to his right, bringing it down in a circular motion. the first hit connected with the warriors armor, but did not seem to phase it. with a quick flick of his wrists, he took another swing, in the same motion, going in the opposite direction. the iron clad warrior deftly deflected the blow with a quick sideways swipe. the force of him hitting the blade nearly knocking Kallien off his feet. he brought his sword back, and thrust it toward the hulking monster, hoping a thrust might penetrate its thick armor. But was suprised as the monster responded by bringing the handle of his axe up into his swing, deflecting the blow and causing him to lose his balance. CRACK! He was taken off his feet and thrown several feet across the room as the Iron knuckle hit him squarley in the stomach with the blunt end of the axe, in a surprising display of dexterity and speed from the hulking titan. he hunched over gripping his stomach as pain seared through him. he heard the shouts of the other men as they charged at the Iron knuckle, and through blurry vision he watched as his fellow soldiers were expertly parried and cut down like paper cranes. the sickening crunching of their bones echoing off the walls as the iron knuckles axe cleaved through their helpless forms. He knew this was it, he was going to die here. he felt tears coming to his eyes, tears of pain, of fear. he was such a coward. But he had to escape. He was too young to die here! He shifted his gaze to a small window on the side of the room, there was just enough room to squeeze through it. he dashed over to the window, moving from pillar to pillar, hiding from the terrible enemy, when suddenly as his spined shoes found a foothold a hand reached out and grabbed his ankle. He looked down to see the faces of one of his men, his eyes wide with shock and his face twisted in agony. His wounds weren't fatal, but he was bleeding out fast. "you...coward" the words struck him deep, right into his soul. He bit his lip and turned away as he put his other foot against the hard stone wall. the hand let go as he deftly climbed up and squeezed out to saftey. He could hear the screams as the Iron knuckle finished him off. Outside he blinked tears away and squinted his eyes in the hot sun as he looked out at the oasis. he looked down in shame, knowing he was not worthy of finding any comfort there, or anywhere again. he looked on, out into the harsh wasteland, he was a fugitive now. A Traitor.