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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Just when they were out of the frying pan, they were suddenly launched into a blazing fire, and these fools were excited about it. Dumbfoundedness plagued his expression as he glanced at the now liberated sheikah, and the --lady? Were they crazy? Batshit insane? He couldn't tell, and could only humor them in their endeavors. He came out here to rescue possible survivors, so what kind of a savior would he be if he abandoned them to die.
"Tch."
With a click of his tongue, he reached for the helm, turning to the port side, and out of the maelstrom summoned by the beast that sunk into the depths. His destination was starboard, to line the two vessels up for crossing.
"Check the crates for some crossing hooks and rope." he said as the ghost ship drew near. The eerie presence sending a shiver down his spine as he faced off against the emptiness.
His own crew looked at him with the same judging expression, honestly wanting nothing to do with such a phenomena, but that was not their choice to make and they only had to follow dutifully.
Perhaps he was in luck that his wards weren't totally defenseless. In fact he felt that he was doing little compared to the two of them. A dark brow arched in his confusion at the sight of the young woman fearlessly, --and quite literally, swinging into battle; perhaps he should take notes.
Endlessly harpoons fired from his vessel, turning the squid into a living pin cushion. Yet despite that, it still roared and swung its tentacles, which aimed to bring down his ship as well. Thing were quickly taking a darker turn.
"Pull up the anchor!" he called back to crew, his eyes glancing to the waves that crashed against his ship. They were sitting ducks, just letting the beast pound on it continuously.
"But my prince, surely we would be sucked into the maelstrom surrounding it!"
A smile crept across his face, watching the swirling mass of water that fell around it's large body.
"That is the point! Just do it!"
Fighting the tentacles one by one would get them nowhere. He needed to be close to it, he needed to be in it's face. The sound of chains moving signaled the anchor raising and the fierce wind pushed the boat despite the wreckage and whipping appendages that would block its path.
Taking the helm, the prince swiftly turned the rudder, the ship swiftly proceeding closer. The mass of the beast came father into his field of view until the impact of his boat into its face pushed the prince forward.
"I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE!" he shouted back at the accuser. As if he would openly sail head first into a boat and cause himself even more problems. He didn't want to be here in the first place! "You will have to test my steel later, first I plan to take care of this cephalopod!"
After barking at him men to prepare the mounted harpoons on his ship, he rolled forward to dodge a large suction cupped tentacle. Oh how have they angered the monsters now. A quick glance to his 'guests' was followed by a stern command, "Make for my ship, she is more sturdy than this sinking wooden coffin!"
Climbing the strewn bridge between the two, a quick swipe of his sword led to the dismemberment of a fleshy and pink blob which intended to crawl around him. His sword was sharp however, and even the most gelatinous of substances cut like butter. "Zora where are those harpoons!? Aim for it's body!....AND PIN DOWN THOSE ARMS!"
You picked a back opponent to fight my squidly friend.... the Zora were masters at sea faring combat.
Gael was not sure what to be more surprised at; The fact that his Zora Guard was taken as a hostage, or that someone would act so hostile to a rescue? A dark brow arched as his two men brought forth a woman of golden hair, and another was held at knife point by a --sheikah?
"Uhhh..."
A muttered response that clearly depicted how clueless he was. He glanced back and forth between the two strangers before sheathing his blade and placing his hands on his hips. This situation was getting more and more out of control and he didn't like it one bit.
"I am Prince Gael of the Sea Zora. You are in no position to think you have something over me by holding one of my men. I suggest you let him go before I get back on my ship and leave you stranded here. My Zora can swim for hundreds of miles. Can you?"
He raised his chin slightly and his gaze moved to rest on the woman, "Forgive my men for their poor hospitality but as you can see, we have to be careful of vagabonds such as this man."
Gael sighed and ran his fingers through his now drenched hair, the salt of the sea causing his curls to matte to his forehead uncomfortably. "The only thing that would make this any worse is if we were to be att--"
**Insert poorly timed plot sea kraken here**
CRASH! BOOM!!
Wood splintered and groaned as it fell into the sea, the sounds of the boat's rocking closely as a large shadowy tendril raised from the maelstrom like depths. With a twist it quickly raised to smash down on the portside of the boat, tilting it enough for Gael to slide a few feet. "WHAT IS THAT!?"
[attr="class","drkbody"] The young prince pushed aside the wet strands of hair that clumped to his forehead and stepped back from the hull. The less than pleased look on his face spot more words than anything --and motivated his men to be hasty. "I WANT TO GET MOVING AS FAST AS POSSIBLE! I don't want to dwell on the idea of something happening because we are stuck in the current with another ship hooked onto us," he ordered and placed his hands on his hips, leaving it to his captain to retrieve any surviving party and putting them on track to get home.
Aboard the smaller vessel, a handful of the Zora guard stepped onto the wooden vessel, slowly inching further onto the deck. The ship was smaller, more equipped like a fishing boat and not like the royal procession that crashed into it. So the hopes of finding any living person on board grew slim as the four men scanned the area. Mildewed rope, scattered and rusty iron tools, and a few provisioning items were strewn about from the impact. "It looks empty, " one man yelled back to the captain.
"Search the quarters and below deck," he ordered back, unsheathing his scimitar that he wore at his hip before stepping closer. Through the fog and the rain he made out very little, but he could at least see that the sails had been recently tied off. He knew that someone was on the boat recently, so hopefully they were still on the boat and not thrown into the sea upon impact.
The guards walked the deck and past the mast, their eyes fastened on the wooden door in front of them, and they were poised for any sudden movement. "Oi, is anyone on board?" one called out, his hand on his own sword as she leaned an ear to listen carefully.
At the same time, Gael, who was getting rather impatient, walked back to the fore and looked over the side. 'What is taking them so long to search a small ship?' he questioned himself before flinging himself over the railing and onto the board that linked the two ship decks. "I suppose if I need something done, I have to do it myself!" he boasted loudly as he landed on the small ship with a loud THUD. His blue eyes met with the captains before scowling and walking forward. The captain instantly protested, "My Prince! It could be dangerous!"
"Any man that contests with me will get a sword in his gut!"
[attr="class","drkbody"] "People would be downright lunatic to try to cross these seas.... So what are we doing out here?"
"Trying to search for said lunatics My Lord."
"Ah right, a rescue mission. Let's risk our lives for the said crazy people...
Gael was less than enthused about his current endeavor. Aboard a large Zora vessel they traversed the wakes of the sea in chase of some foolhardy kinsmen that thought they could cross the expansive death trap. The sea of storms was not something you trifled with -- for her wrath was even more frightening than the gods'. Wrapping his thick cloak over his shoulders in an attempt to stay warm, the hylian male scowled. Unlike his Zora people, the adoptive prince was not attuned to the wet climate and he despised the current weather. Rain and Wind, Wind and Rain, and Sea Water.
"Do you even know your way around Captain?"
"Of course not My Lord."
"Excuse me?"
"There is no man in the world, Human to Zora, who could map these sea's My Lord."
"So we are navigating.. how?"
"Off of my judgement My Lord."
"... Wonderful."
'At this time.... I am one of those same lunatics. What a foolhardy mission! Next time those slimy council creeps can get out here and do it themselves... If I don't die here that is'
As if on cue, a loud cry echoed from atop the mast, "BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Though he only had a moment to look up before the vessel struck something up forward and the entire ship rocked backwards. Gael grit his teeth, straightening himself back up from nearly stumbling over and immediately ran to the fore of the ship. Through the fog and stormy sea rain, he spotted another ship, a smaller one, compared to his own military armada craft.
"Search that ship for survivors!" he called back, commanding his Zora Guard to leap onto the boat and bring aboard anyone they could find. Maybe it was the ship they were looking for, or maybe it was another sorry foolhardy sailor that dared to travel the waters.
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: Outside of battle he is a fairly laid back man, with an intensely sarcastic demeanor. Gael rarely takes the threats or affairs of others seriously. He is not mean, but his sarcastic humor can be found as so at times. Being laid back, he is not one to start confrontation very often, however this does not mean he will not protect himself. He is not one to seek out conversation with others very often, in fact he would prefer to be alone. Gael would not be the kind of person to often take up a leadership role, unless it was deemed necessary, and if it was; he would surprisingly take it seriously. Making sure the men around him are safe would be his priority, as selfish as he appears on the surface, he does care for others. He is no hero, but this man is certainly no bystander either. Growing up with high expectations, he learned to fend for himself, and for many years he only looked out for himself, but after time, and the death of people he thought were friends, he chose to get out of poverty and make his way as a true prince. This is not a background he likes to mention, and he would prefer to avoid running into any old friends at this point. This background gives him a high sense of independence, he doesn't feel as if he needs others to help him, but as he has learned in his few years as a man, he will need it.
Inside battle, his demeanor begins to change. Rather than a laid back and inattentive demeanor, he becomes serious. Combat is one of the few things he takes seriously, especially if it is life or death. He will tense up, rather than being loose and free flowing. There is one thing that will not change however, and that is his tendency to make sarcastic remarks, it is just in his nature. Being an intelligent person, he would observe his opponent to no end, and try to figure out their style. Many of his friends have grown to dislike him when he is in this state, because he is not the normal laid back and fun Gael they had grown to know. In a sense, he actually enjoys combat, and that in a way leads to the seriousness. When it comes to something he enjoys, he takes it seriously. Even in this state, he is still merciful and would prefer not to kill, and he could be quite brutal if someone tried to kill him, or another. He is very self aware, and calculative, often admitting his own flaws in battle. A brutal honesty comes with this streak, as he feels he has nothing to hide..
LIKES:
Reading: Even when he was young, he found himself picking up books from the shelves and reading them. This is a hobby he has long had, and will never give up. Reading gives him pleasure, and knowledge.
Drinking: Gaelio loves to drink, especially sake, even though he does not get drunk easily. It is not the being drunk he enjoys, it is the relaxation and the taste. Needless to say, he is not a boisterous drunk.
Water: Ever since he was a child, he had an affinity to water, staring at rivers, and the oceanic view for even hours. The soft waves give him a sense of peace.
DISLIKES:
Snakes: No longer fearing snakes after his becoming an adult, he loathes them instead. Their threatening presence and way of attacking just irks him naturally. Over-confidence: Gaelio hates to see a man or woman who is too overconfident, he believes one should be amply confident in their own skill, but not overconfident. Those kinds of people he would put in their place, so to speak.
Zealots: People who are so stuck in their own beliefs that their minds cannot be changed, it's not just the people, but the close mindedness that he dislikes. As an open minded person, he naturally respects other's beliefs.
MOTIVATIONS:
Strength: As a man, he naturally wants to be strong. The fact that he grew up as royalty, where he fought in tutelage, gives him a strong survival instinct, and as they say, the strong survive.
Zora Kingdom: As an heir, he has taken it upon himself to guide his people to become stronger and happy in their lives, it is his biggest mission.
Success: Gael said to himself he would never live in poverty, and even though riches don't interest him, he wants to be successful. Making a difference was something he could not do as just a prince, and now he sees this as an opportunity.
FEARS:
Losing his family: As a prince, he is in constant worry of his family's safety, and will go out of his way to be protective.
Minor Nyctophobia: He is not severely afraid of the dark, but the absence of light does make him shake. Being a Zora, he prefers the light.
Basiphobia: While he is not afraid of heights by any means, he is afraid of falling, making him cautious at heights, but not necessarily uneasy. It would be a hindrance only if he was on a small platform in the air, in which case he would tense up greatly.
HISTORY: We are often reminded that when the world has us at our lowest points, we can only rise up to grow stronger everyday, and change our fate in life. At a mere 7 years old, fate had met this young Hylian as he ran for his life through the woods on the outskirts of Labrynna. Rabid dogs nipped at his heels, and tears streaked the face of the orphan as he desperately clutched the stolen food to his chest. He was far from Lynna city, and from any Hyrule province; his source of food being from a lonesome farm village feeding off of the rivers that led to the sea.
Ever since he could remember, the young boy had been passed off from village to village, scrounging for food and sleeping in barn stables. Only stealing to keep himself alive -- yet this time, someone was not very pleased by the act and set loose his hounds.
He ran for his life, finally finding refuge near the wide canals of water, atop a tree where he caught his breath. The dogs circling the tree, waiting for the boy to either climb down or fall. But he was patient and simply waited, falling asleep in that tree until it was safe the next morning. Or at least he thought.
A swift jerk brought him down as he was soon face to face with a large bearded man who held him by the scruff of his neck. Pirates. Marauders that came ashore from the Zora seas, and ones that hunted upon weak and defenseless people like him. It wasn't long before they stowed him aboard their small vessel and made for the waters just outside the sea of storms.
For a year he lived as a meek cabin boy, working for small scraps, and trying not to get sick from the sway of the boat. And one day, they were engulfed by a huge storm -- one that tore apart the wooden ship and plunged him into the unforgiving sea.
It's hard to say what happened after that. The water made his vision and memory foggy, and the last thing he remembered was waking up in a palace, in a soft bed with the sound of water echoing in his ears. This was the beginning of Gaelio Undine -- Adopted prince of the Labrynna Zora.
APPEARANCE
HEIGHT: 6'0 (182 cm)
WEIGHT: 185 lbs (83 kg)
HAIR: Black (Semi long)
EYES: Crystalline blue SKIN TONE: Pale
APPEARANCE: Gael stands at six feet tall, or one hundred and eighty two centimeters. He is a fairly tall man with a laid back demeanor, often with his hands in his pockets, or clutching a book that he is reading. His casual clothing would consist of grey dress pants (with a blue tint), an off white button up shirt, and a vest of any color. His dark black hair is slightly long, just past his nape, and cut in such a way that it is layered. He brushes it often, but due to it being thin, the wind can often mess it up. This ends up causing his hair to be ruffled even late in the afternoon. His piercing blue eyes are often observing the world around him. Occasionally he wears a white belt or two, which are loose, almost to show that they serve no purpose in holding up his pants but rather to look cool. If he feels like going out, he will put on his black tunic and dress appropriately. Otherwise he is currently in his suit of armor, standard issue. The one piece that will never change is a necklace he got from his best friend, who died when he was young, this is something he never takes off, even hiding it under his clothing.
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