Destination: The inner workings of a clock, a reflection of the turns and gears of fine british engineering. Spread avast with rotating gyros and gears, held in place by the largest looking support beam. Left and right there is a catwalk, lit with lights from the very edges of the surface one stands on. It continues even further up the clock tower, to the very face meeting the hands and number from the outside.
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Name: Daviel "Davey" Domineuce
Other Names: Link
Age: Early twenties.
Mental Age: Twenty-three
Gender: Male
Homeland: Hyrule/Faron Woods
Species: Hylian
Appearance:
He's about five feet and ten inches in height. The shape and tone of his body is about physically fit to every adequate extension. His eyes are the color of liquid blood, baring hair of a charcoal blue, in the moonlight it looks about this color. His ears are connected, and nose rounded with an expression at times really oblivious yet often cheery.
Graced on his form is a black tunic, underneath is a netted
shirt which is in best respects a warrior's chain-mail. There is a skinny white shirt that sleeved underneath the chain-mail that extends out of the sleeves of the tunic. Covering his arms are two brown, almost amber coloured gloves, fingerless. Each arm is braced by a guard of the same colour because on the reasons of him being an archer.
His bottoms are also black, a pair of loose clothed pants. Laced in dark brown coloured
boots, with ties that come up halfway between the calves and knee. On his back he carries Feral, which is right next to a sheathed Glave. Covering all of this is the shield Harvey. His waist is fastened by a fine leather belt, carrying his bombs, Ivacles, and Lenix.
:
The strong silent type. Usually only talks when people ask him his name, he communicates through his strong bodily gestures and facial expressions. He has these really annoying high-pitched noises he makes based upon his style of melee in combat. He's got a keen eye for battle, a half-skilled sword master thats been drilled by the best in Hyrule. He does however enjoy tranquility and the settings that indulge a lazy and ethereal feel.
Armaments:
Glave A basic format in terms of just appearance, Glave was crafted by some of the finest metals found in the mines of Ordon. It's about two and a half feet in length not including the guard and grip. Dipped in the and cooled in the Ordon Spring to cool and solidify the still making it exponentially formidable to being shattered by physical means. It's shape from the guard up, is wide then narrows as it flows up to the tip. Its layered over with an indention being a dual-edged blade. The grip is black and wonderfully decorated to portray its elegance.
HarveyA shield of course what other way is there to say about it. Its made of metal and decorated with the seal of the royal family. The fabled triforce is depicted at the very top of its somewhat rounded diamond-like shape. Its about the right weight so motioning for sheild attacks and defensive maneuvers are within his range of flexibility.
LenixA basic boomerang found in one of the old forest during an exploration of Faron Woods. Its aerodynamics support it's ability to be thrown and returned
Feral A bow along with a quiver that maxes out to fifty arrows. Behind the shield Harvey, Feral is an armament of long distance attacks. His eyes are keen, he holds the feral with his left hand as he is left-handed.
IvaclesA basic grappling hook with a claw thats mechanical. Similar to those prize grabbers, its grip is controlled by motion or within the range of something its able to grapple. It opens up automatically and locks on, when the rope is spun twice clockwise, the grip releases. Used to scale heights, as a tight rope, and to tie up foes.
BombsThis is pretty simple. He carries a bombag which holds a maximum of forty bombs at a time. Used in destroying small rocks, tossed and/or thrown at enemies, and even able to latch them onto his arrows to create bomb arrows.
HookshotA device that acts as a much more reliable grappling hook in terms of speed. Its an unmeasured amount of chain wrapped around a revolving wheel with a hook at the beginning. Its shot and jutted into wood, rock, and some steel. Then fiercely brings the wielder to the pierced spot. He carries two of these.
Swordplay:
Mortal Draw
The swift extension of sword and hand. A strike the withholds about a second time wise, a swift spin and slash in a full 360 motion.
Backlash
The evasive attack, quickly spinning into a tuck roll around to the back of an enemy and rising up with a twirl spin to slice from the base of the spine to the upper back.
Spin Attack
It covers the blind spots of two dimensions, a full 720, which incorporates two full spins at a high speed. Side effects are mild dizziness which wears itself down in a matter of a moments.
Rapid Stab
A series of countless stabs or jabs with a sword done in concurring rows of strikes at different angles to produce unpredictability.
History:Where to start with this kid. He's got so much history, I guess I could just take parts from here and there if it helps.
There was a point in his teen-hood when he was just a peasant that dwells in the Faron Woods. Life of normalcy it seemed, and he didn't argue. He lived by himself and not secluded to his sense of loneliness. The neighborhood kids in huts nearby were his friends who'd often get in trouble. As the days of this carefree life seemed eternal he knew no end to these days of peace.
It was later down the way he'd come to grasp with his ancestors were all 'linked' to the same fate in some way. He wasn't an Ordon, rather he was a Hylian. Of some kind of mystical bloodline it seemed, courage was just in his entity. Putting on the tunic passed down from generation to generation. Arming himself with the best and yet unexpected armaments he'd come across.
There was a point where he met a woman, this princess that ruled over this land beyond Termina, even Ordon, by the name of Zelda. It wrang around in the back of his mind for some time, but the familiarity just seemed uncanny. It was as though she had undergone something of the same weight of responsibility in following the chain, harboring the mystical symbol on her hand too.
It only gets stranger, to this stranger.
