Name; Andrew Mortos
Race; Hylean (LoZ realm humans)
Personality; Andrew is firey. Even as his age increases, he never seems to lose that energy or passion for what he does. Andrew is also a guradian of life, loathing to kill any creature. After removing any living creature from the world, he always takes a moment tosay a silent prayer for the fallen. He hates the undead however, and will stop at no ends to remove their foul existance from the natural world.Passionate, strong, loyal to no end to those who earn his trust, Andrew remains one of Hyrul's silent guardians.
Equipment; Andrew carries his bow, a gift fromt eh Zora people for helping defend their home years ago, made of a large fishbone and string. He also carise a longsword and wears strong leather armor. Out side of that, he usually travles light, keepin a few travle supplys, hunting for most of his food. His only personal gear is in the form of a small peice of pertrified wood on a necklace, given to him by his daughter before she passed.
History; Andrew started his life like many Hyleans. Growing up under the rule of the great linage made life grand. His father, a captain of the Royal Guards, had served the royal family for years, and it was assumed that Andrew would take the mantle when his father no longer could. Sure enough, after years of training and gruling experiances, Andrew took the head of the guard. Life seems great for the Mortos family, Andrew married and had a daughter, Two people he would give his life to protect.
However, one night, during a bad night raid on his home village by Stalfos knights, Andrew, though he fought the undead warriors with all he had, was unable to protect the village. They were all slaughtered, including his wife and child. Broken, he began to crituize himself the the very guard he lead. He would be cast out of the guard, leaving behind the family he surved and protected, including the young princess.
Travling the world, andrew eventually ended up in the realm of hte Zora's. Living among them as best as a human could, he grew comfortable again, and though he could never have another family among these people, they seemed to addopt him into their folds. It was never more apperant then during one particulary bad raid on the illage by theives. Andrew once again stood to defend his home, and this time, a new fire lit, fighting at the head against his foes. Driving them off, He finally regained his calling. He now travles the realm, a silent guardian, appearing just when a village needs him the most.