Name - Marek Lygato
Gender - Male
Age - 17
Race - Gerudo
Personality - Marek is known to be absolutely ruthless when focusing on nearly any task given to him not to mention his reputation to be absolutely fearless and more than willing to charge headfirst into the heat of any battle. Has difficulty showing some emotions like sadness sometimes due to his upbringing from birth but despite his rough exterior he's an excellent sympathizer and finds it child's play to motivate nearly anyone to keep fighting. Also very experienced in combat despite his age and incredibly swift in his movements.
Appearance - Marek tends to wear a dust covered zipped up black trenchcoat with leather gloves and combat boots accompanying torn up gray jeans and a plain wifebeater undershirt underneath the coat. Trait wise Marek is more pale skinned and has relatively shorter hair than most Gerudo he's been used to seeing. Is also known to give off a very nerve wracking feeling about him due to the 2 handed greatsword known as Blightweaver hoisted on his back and the numerous throwing daggers and pair of scimitars concealed within his coat.
Password - Triumph Forks
History - Bought up by his tribe meant to be a soulless killing machine meant to lead the Gerudos to rule all of Hyrule, Marek has fought battle after battle in his people's name slaughtering whatever or whomever he was sent to eliminate, Marek soon left his tribe by age 15 however much to their disapproval, Marek has been on the run from his tribe for 2 years now while making a living as a bounty hunter fighting for whomever paid the most in the end, Marek's reason for abandoning his people however was to find a reason to keep on living himself other than jumping into battle after battle, Marek has yet to find his reason to exist other than killing but still perseveres to this day.
But over the years Marek has grown to hate his kind more and more to the point where he believed that all Gerudo should be extinguished if they can be nothing more than war mongering animals in these times, Marek came to this conclusion after a year straight of random bounty hunting across the land trying to make a living for himself despite how hated he was by other races for his ties to his former clan particularly the Hylians, he has been able to find a place for himself amongst the Gorons though and the Goron home of Death Mountain is the closest thing he calls home right now but he knows like anything else, the life he's made for himself cannot last forever.
Other - Nothing at the moment, will fill in soon enough.
RP Sample - The Red Moon
It was nightfall at this point and the only thing that could be heard from the trail leading up to Death Mountain was the sound of heavy running from an exhausted Goron bleeding profusely from the side of his leg, a dagger wedged tightly in his flank as he kept running in vain from his pursuer. Another series of heavy stomps on the ground accompanied the waddling of the Goron but these steps were faster by far and started to split off from the trail the Goron was going down into and towards a cliff looking down upon the Death Mountain Trail.
The shadow pursuing the Goron then split from the chase almost instantly as it headed to the top of the cliff to pounce on the Goron as it dragged itself within the range of the cliff's view. The shadow timing his jump to near perfection, he lands right on top of the Goron with a dagger in each hand and lands both of them onto the Goron's shoulders as it still finds itself to stand despite the pain and grabs its assailant's right arm and flings the pursuer across the field like a rag doll sprawling on the mountain foothold as the Goron pulls the daggers out of its shoulders before charging towards the assailant.
Seeing the Goron charging in a blind rage now, the assailant takes the giant blade from his back not to combat the charging Goron head on but to slash at the underbelly of the cliff and immediately dashing away as soon as the blade made its mark, causing a rock slide to fall down upon the enraged Goron and crippling it almost entirely as it finds all but its head and one of its feet buried beneath the rubble.
Putting the blade back on its holster now, the assailant walks towards the Goron while removing his hood and taking out a white feather to rub against the Goron's blood showing that he had completed his task.
"Why.....why did you go to this much trouble just to bring me down Marek??" The bleeding Goron chuckles lightly as it feels itself losing its breath underneath the boulders.
"You're worth 10,000 Rupees alive and 15,000 dead, I think the price of your head should speak for itself Ogama. You thought you could get away with not only weapons smuggling but also trading Goron secrets to other races including the Gerudo tribes, you ended up pissing off a lot of people and here I am, collecting your bounty." Marek calmly states to the Goron as he watches the Goron start to gasp now.
"But Marek, agh.......you're...a...Gerudo....tooooo............" Ogama gasps as his eyes close for the final time with Marek walking back towards the mountain now, thinking about what the Goron said as those last words echoing through his mind.
"Yeah, I guess I am a Gerudo afterall. I'm the first of a new generation, the one that will change the ways of our people and bring us to new heights of glory." Marek thought to himself confidently as he returned to Death Mountain amongst the Gorons to collect his reward for a day's work.
Hope this is acceptable right now.
