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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
Welcome to ZRP! We are an non-canon RP site with an original tale taking place within the
lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
games to explain its story fully. As such, we are located within the CANON TIMELINE. Do you like what you see? If so, feel free
to register and join our story! If you have any questions, you can join our discord, located in our important links!
11/12/21 GUESS WHO'S BACK! Thats right, and we are cooking up a good ol reset for everyone. Please be patient as things will be a little empty as we archive. Pop into discord if you have questions.
At the very beginning, we were created, to live together but soon, we hated. In greed and selfishness we, could never prosper, created enemies against the goddesses's will.
[break][break] If you were to ask Bal about his mother, he could not even tell you what she looked like; only that she left him behind, along with a life of mockery and prejudice. He does not know of her name, only her title, "Sorceress of Shadows", and that he was left in the care of nobody. You could say he was quite lucky, to have ended up in the royal household, taken up as nothing more than a servant, but they saw her blood in him [ along with something else perhaps, as he never did quite look the same as the other Twili ]. [break][break] This constantly lead to ridicule and resentment in his adolescence. Suspicions always hanging around him, "Is he the spawn of Zant?", as something about his age lined up appropriately and the entire realm was beyond paranoid. Then he discovered his ability with a blade. [break][break] Instead of causing even more panic and distrust, they had found his talents useful and he was immediately paired with an older Twili, a woman who would help him hone his skills. After 200 years, his mastery of the art surpassed even his teachers, and he was able to find a home in place of the prison he was previously sleeping in. [break][break] However they never quite gave him the trust he desired, as he was under constant surveillance and was only spoken to when he had a job to do. That was until Princess Midna was plucked from her throne like a ripe berry from the vine. Once again her mentors and advisers sought that they could do better, sympathy handed out to those who could have been aligned with Zant. At first he took no interest, as his job would remain the same, then one night he was summoned into the throne room. [break][break] The instructions were clear. Midna had escaped, likely fleeing to the realm of light in search of The Hero that had aided her 400 years ago. They wanted her back alive, to serve as a memoir of injustice, and likely for other reasons he didn't question. However, only she had the power to travel between the worlds, so he was ordered to act fast. [break][break] With a grin upon his face he flew, his body warping into that of a shadow to scout the realm in search of the dear princess. On him he wore the royal uniform, only given to the guards who swore to her protection, as a perfect disguise so that she would not suspect. [break][break] At her feet Bal appeared, eyes wide with concern and breath quick in pace, "My Princess," he said, knowing that she likely wouldn't even know who or what he was anymore, as they had only met once when he was much younger. "We must get you out of the realm and fast! I over heard the other guards, their betrayal is spreading as they are no longer loyal to you." [break][break] His voice was soft, urgent, and more so, --believable. "But I am still loyal to my Princess. I will protect you on my life." A hand pressed to his chest, his promise sealed with a salute. [break][break] Average for men of his race, the medium-framed and thickly muscled Bal stands at 178 centimeters. With a mentor for a assassin and a job that required grueling travel and even combat, his well-built body weighs in at 77 kilograms. These traits have translated well to Balthazar’s body and add a respectable, imposing presence to a man who seems enigmatic to all those who don’t know him. [break][break] His eyes defy Twili convention, with their bright blue purple color that is a mirror reflection of his pasty shade of skin. Surrounded by glowing gold scleroses, they are a mesmerizing sight. Above them rest perfectly arched brows that only enhance his intimidating masculinity, by showing off his long slanted eye shape. [break][break] His face is triangle in shape, coming to a point at his elongated chin, but framed by a chiseled jawline and a long pointed nose. Unlike the norm with his kin, his skin color is somewhat between lavender and the color of a dead corpse. On top of that, his ears resemble that of a Hylian, which only furthers the evidence that he isn't 100% Twili in blood. [break][break] Many of his kind aren’t very big on regular haircuts and Bal is no exception. He keeps his somewhat long, stark white hair pushed back so it gathers behind the ears. It even reaches so far as to get about to the middle of his back before the ends curl up. This does well to keep his hair out of his eyes until the stress of battle leaves him wounded and disheveled, his hair becoming a mess in short order. [break][break] TLDR; this eccentric man is somewhere between george clooney and antonio banderas in the SEXY meter, but still somehow doesn't get laid because he is a freak. ):
[attr="class","Vappitemstext"] Projection: Balthazar is able to project his image from a short distance, making it appear that he is standing somewhere where he really isn't. At the time its nothing more than a stand still projection. It can't move, make a sound and has a glassy reflection if light shines on it. He uses this primarily as a distraction in his assassination attempts but also uses it in battle to throw off an opponent. Because it requires intense focus and stamina, he can only do it a few times in a single day without feeling exhausted.[break][break]
+ Shroud: Twili have the ability to become one with the shadows around them, making them masters of stealth. They can hide in a shadow of any size while they are in the Realm of Light. [break][break] - Weak to Light: Twili are vulnerable to light based attacks and sunlight, taking extra damage from those kinds of magic.
[break][break][break] Royal Broadsword: Originally a blade he lifted alongside the uniform he donned as a disguise; this sword and him have made it together for the years he has spent with Midna in the realm of light. It's well made and sturdy despite it's age, and while its not his hand crafted blades, it serves its purpose at his hip.