Billy Hopkins

Name: Billy Doji Hopkins

Race: Deku - Mad Scrub of Moruge Swamp

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Place of Origin: Moruge Swamp

PWC: 3/2/4

Treasures & Rupees:
2 rupees

Perks:
Plant Composition
Water Hop
Deku Nut Supply
Deku Pirouette
Nightvision
Treasures:
Profession: Barber Lvl. 1 (30r)
When successfully giving a haircut or shave, he will earn the rupees. Botching the haircut can cause the customer to detract their tip. There is nowhere Billy goes without peddling his business.
Cheval Rope
Roc's Feather
Shield Ring

Equipment: Billy drags around a variety of tools. His first such tool is a shortsword, fashioned from a large scissor blade and sharpened on both edges. The steel is thin, but durable enough to withstand the previous job it had. The handle is a bit clumsy for anyone not used to a barber or clothier's job.

He has a Roc's Feather affixed to his head where one of his leaves would be. With it attached to him at all times, he can jump extra high in tricky situations. Its brown color blends in well with his faded orange leaves.

Since Billy's body is mostly a head, he has a pouch strapped to his upper leg. The pouch is small enough so he can run, but just large enough to clip on his smaller supplies. Inside the pouch can be found various necessities like edible berries and seeds. More important is a small barber's kit wedged in with them. It boasts a miniature pair of scissors, a comb, a small razor, a little tube of shaving cream, and a small bottle of scissor cleaning fluid. The barber's kit is wrapped in a rag. When unraveled, the rag is actually wide enough to cover an adult Hylian's face. It must be washed and air-dried after every shave.

A 30-ft. length of Cheval Rope is ironically one of Billy's most valuable possessions. It is normally coiled up tightly and pinned onto his back through the leather loops his pouch and sword are kept up with.

Appearance:

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The first noticeable thing about this Mad Scrub is his stem. He has a flower-like appendage similar to those of other Deku Scrub subspecies. It is tall and thin, with a round yellow pistil at the end and two to three light pink petals that wilt and grow back day-to-day. Billy's leaves twist and swirl around his scalp in an orange color, a golden-brown nest on his head. Sticking freely out of this mess is a Roc's Feather, above the right side of his face.

The grainy surface of Billy's bark-skin is a dull olive green. His coloration quickly alerts others to his relation to Mad Scrubs. Below his furious and gleaming red eyes are thick grains on the wood of his face. On each side of his snout, the grains parallel like the hinge of a hand puppet's mouth. Two capricious swirls appear on his face, around his cheeks whenever it is cold or he blushes. He has read somewhere that small markings on the face seem to run in his family.

Billy's head is very round, and is the main part of his body. Directly under Billy's snout is a bow-tie made out of leaves and a small wooden knob. Billy manages the shape of this tie every day, to make sure it doesn't become malformed like his flower. His hands are rather large like those of a Business Scrub. For whatever reason, his fingers are sharp and slender like tree branches.

The entire picture of him is unsettling. While he is no taller than a small boy, the crawling motions of his limbs and body are unnerving like a spider's. Yet, he could claim to be the only hero in his family. His strong, determined gaze show his confidence. His large but stalwart snout compliments someone in search of justice. The somewhat horizontal ovoid shape seems pursed as if to hold back avenging words or to keep ready a Deku Nut for the face of an unprepared coward.

Personality:
Billy is the kind of odd character who is just a little too compulsive for his own good. He's a quick and kindhearted barber's apprentice who will normally just try to get his job done. His true nature only comes out when he sees someone taking advantage of the weak or trying to harm himself. Someone unruly or unjust who comes into his line of sight is asking for a beat-down. Billy's compulsion will make him want to tear them down. It's unknown whether he's like this because of the dementia associated with Mad Scrubs, or if he just has the heart of a lion. There's no way to find out because he isn't the type to talk freely about passions or ideals.

Billy has a bizarre moral compass. While defending the weak, he has a penchant for theft. He likes to steal from people too rich and tourists too dumb to deserve their extra money. If he spots a good enough target for a con, he simply can't help himself. He is a trickster, but not by trade. If the rich person in question accepts a haircut and shave, he will give it to them instead. When he's refused a haircut and shave by a wealthy person, it really sets him ablaze. His attitude will become hot and spicy: his favorite flavor.

When you think of games, Billy is sure to follow. Billy loves to play games. Jacks, marbles, cards; you name it. Billy wants to play it. His favorite kinds of games are the most long and strategic types. He even likes to make the stakes as high as possible. A high stakes game with Billy goes beyond the normal reasoning of what a game should be. A good rule to follow is, never raise the stakes of a game with Billy if you can help it. He will always push the limits or hold you to your word.

Unlike his father, Billy is known for nicking ears while giving a haircut. He does hope to get better and preserve the family business. Billy secretly dreams of being able to give a haircut and a shave perfectly in as little time as possible. It's his practicing that gets in the way. He rushes his trims to the point of recklessness, and usually not a single one ends without a bleeding cut. He mostly cuts on other Deku Scrubs, as he hasn't left the swamp often. In Castle Town, Billy's father runs a barber shop. But after the war flared up, even his father couldn't visit the human towns much anymore. Billy resolves to leave the swamp and travel the world, looking for more types of hair to practice on. If he can work on every type of hair, maybe then he will overcome his mistakes.

While he likes to explore, something that puts him off to adventuring is his one greatest fear. Something long ago had scared him. It could have been a thought, of spirits or of the ashes of the dead. Maybe he was attacked by a snake or a monster. Whatever caused it, Billy has been afraid of urns and pottery ever since. If he is to enter a room or house that features pottery, he will be frightened. When in such a room he will exhibit bouts of discomfort and paranoia. Prominently he will begin by instigating that the pottery is an enemy. This has various results, though many of them are unfortunate.

A summation of his personality: Billy is a cool-headed youth with an unyielding intolerance of aggressive authorities or even plain bullies. He overestimates his own abilities and gets into trouble. Tombs and monsters freak him out more than they should.

Background:
Chapter 1: Helter Hopkins bites the dust [Grandfather's Legacy]
A very long time ago there lived a Business Scrub. Missing an eye and wearing naught but a necktie made out of a leaf, he tried to make his name in the human towns and cities. Helter Hopkins became a big name in the organized crime trade. He struggled to make ends meet in the mafia, and soon lost his only girlfriend when she found out. The tragedy was too much, and on top of this he had become a target within the mafia. Before he could be snuffed out, Hopkins left town and fled to the woods. A letter from a mysterious source had told him exactly where to go.

An unstable Hopkins arrived in the Kokiri Forest. Dismayed and grieving over the loss of his comfortable life, Helter was not the cheery businessman he usually was. It was then that he spotted a Lynel in the woods. The Lynel was giving instructions to a pair of Dark Lizalfos. They were to attack the Kokiri from within their own village. This was supposed to suppress any hope of opposition from this front. Monsters had always struggled for domination of the woods, but they never went this far. Helter approached the pair of Dark Lizalfos and asked why this Lynel was inciting war. They told him that the Lynel was part of some kind of Monster Liberation Front, and that he had sent the strange letter in hopes of recruiting Hopkins.

Still beside himself after the loss of his home life, he almost happily agreed to help. Dozens of Kokiri were massacred that day. Thinking himself clever, Hopkins buried himself and used hibernation while renaming himself William Stockman for the day that he would reemerge. Days became weeks and soon it had been a month. William crawled out of his hole refreshed but none the less wary.

Fate did not let any murderers off the hook, especially not those of his kind. In a horrific event, a vengeful spirit of pestilence came down upon Stockman and plagued him with termites. Quickly they ate holes into his face as he shrieked in terror. With a cackle he swirled into the sky shouting of his bloodline's curse.

"Disease strikes you down, not one of your family will escape this curse!"

William spent his life fearing outright crime henceforth. He wandered from place to place, always getting into trouble somehow. He honed his sword to a point that it might save him in his darkest hour. Surely that hour came, as it was certain to happen. After his crime, the Kokiri that he met did not recognize him. His face was scarred with dots and his leaves had been burned on Death Mountain.

He made friends with a certain Kokiri, who ǡẻ␊༴๞ਭḠ᷀➗ṑ⎤Ḩൄᾑ፟ἰ❦
[The text here is unrecoverable, nobody knows who his Kokiri friend was or could have been.]

When he couldn't find any of his friends, he finally gave in and married his stalker of a girlfriend, Ivy. They had a child named Dojj Pezz Hopkins, he would become the Deku-est barber in Hyrule. However, Helter did not get much older before dying of sickness, leaving only his wife and child. He was notably young when his bad health caught up with him.

Chapter 2: Birth of a New Killer Star
The highly successful Deku barber had finally gained enough profit to settle down and have his shop run by a hired staff. He had fallen in love with a wild and crazy Mad Scrub on a visit to his old home town in the swamp. Zinnia Hopkins mothered a child. He quickly befell the curse and had markings carved into his face by termites. Zinnia would have none of this and tried to eat the termites. However, after several minutes the cursed termites killed her.
Chapter 3: The Next Day (and the next, etc.)
The barber did his best to raise the child with what he had. He taught the boy the admittedly raw basics of cutting hair. His boy Billy was a rascal, and it partially owed to the fact that Dojj wasn't always there for him. Billy would run the streets of Castle Town and Moruge Swamp laughing and playing. He had fun tricking rupees from strangers and watching street gang fights. The Castle Town guards would never let the massive gangsters pick on the weak, and Billy soon learned to get the guards if there was someone about to get hurt.

One day, a fight broke out back home in the swamp. Little Billy called and called for help but nobody would come. He panicked and grabbed a large broken scissor blade from out in the yard. When the large Hylian wouldn't quit kicking a Deku Scrub and threatening to set him on fire, Billy stabbed him in the back. The frightened man screamed, fled, and later found medical attention. It was then that Billy realized he had to take his own action to protect others.

Using a combination of rope tricks and jumps, Billy was soon able to go toe-to-toe with much taller and stronger creatures. For much of his youth he would protect his friends in the swamp and on the streets. If he got hurt, his Aunt Twila would berate him and call him inside for her home-made curry rice. She knew he was a good boy even when he came home with cuts all over. However, his life on the streets slowly came to an end as the War raged on and got worse for even the civilians of Northern Hyrule.

Chapter 4: The Gold Experience
Billy had grown to be a stunning young man at the age of fourteen. He became a flashy gamer who won't let anything slide. His dice landed with a clatter to the hardened dirt street.
"Boxcars, I win the pot."
The other kids shivered and walked away, crestfallen. He collected his winnings and chuckled to himself.

That's when she came. Out from a gleam of the setting sun came a figure with flowing brown hair. The brunette was wearing the strangest entirely gold getup. Maybe she was from the Gerudo settlement? They did wear things like that there. Her boots clicked on the dirt road. She was getting closer now, it seemed. Billy warily peeked up, and surely enough she was walking straight toward him with a vague expression.

The pressure could be felt in the cool air. She walked up to him and bent over to meet his eyes. Her outfit was strange but her face was completely normal. She seemed interested in his assortment of games near the pile of wooden crates Billy was sitting on.

"I want to play a game."

Billy shouldn't have been shocked, everyone asked this to him. But somehow he was terrified. The kids around town weren't capable of raising the stakes very high, but this girl looked absolutely loaded. What was she going to ask to play? He was getting nervous by the second.

"Come on, boy. Let's play something I can relax with. I've been walking for three nights straight."
"I'd rather cut your hair miss, how 'bout a trim?"
"No. Game. Now."

Billy scratched his chin. There would be no way to get the money out of this girl's pocket without playing a game. He felt like he knew just the thing.

"We're going to play this. It's like a map, and you have to conquer every territory using dice rolls. It's a pretty risky game I don't know if you can handle it honestly."
"Well start it up, the sun's going down and the lamps won't come on for another half-hour."

The dice were cast onto the ground over and over. No matter the outcome they each kept completely straight faces. A small sweat drop came off of Billy's flower. The girl had rolled a victory in one of the main pinch-points. Billy wouldn't be able to move soldiers through the solitary route. Aside from that the map remained fairly evenly split.

The lamps came on, it had come to a final rush for the last pinch-point. Billy threw his attack dice, he wasn't going to throw the game for any stranger. It landed with a six, five, and two.

"It quite looks as if I've as good as won don't you think? I can taste a loser on the air."
Billy triumphantly stood up and prepared to grandstand at the expense of the loser beside him.
"Both six."
The girl slyly waved an outstretched arm toward the clear display of her roll.
"What?! There has to be a mistake. . ."

Surely it stood, that the defender would win the throw on all accounts. His opponent claimed two units from him. This was it, he only had one left on that territory. The girl uncrossed her legs and stood up. She could easily take that territory. She grabbed the attack dice and made her move. Billy's best efforts couldn't get him out of this. He didn't bring his loaded die this time. Even when Billy timed his rolls, his best rolls would get beaten out by his opponent. She was staring right at him the entire time. Without changing expression or even looking away. The girl hadn't blinked once.

"Wh-who are you?!" Billy hollered as he had been taken down to his last territory.
"My name is. . . Eve. I think I won."
"Nobody has beaten me at this!"
"Give me your twenty rupees. I need it for the inn tonight."

Billy was devastated. All his earnings for the week were gone. He had confidently bet them on the game. This "Eve" would not get away with this. One day Billy would get his revenge.

Chapter 5: Ulterior Motives

Now sixteen years old, Billy had become a man. His flower had fully bloomed, and his enigmatic motivations for chasing off hooligans from the swamp's small barber shop and inn had turned a searing red like his burning Deku eyes. It wasn't until this particular day that Billy would show exactly how far he would go to teach miscreants a lesson.

"I want to play a game."

Francis Wright had been taking potshots at something behind the local tavern. At this particular hour there would be nobody around to see this tall Hylian with strangely bulbous hair slugging gleefully at his wife, Lianna. She hadn't done a thing to deserve it. But with every hit, Francis could remember less and less about the moment that he blacked out. The hits echoed in his head in synch with droplets of water slapping against something wooden nearby.

"Where am I? Did I hear somebody?"

"Hello Francis.

I want to play a game.​

You can scream, nobody can hear you."
​

Mr. Wright looked around. It was somewhat hard to see with his glasses crooked. It was also somewhat dark in the poorly-lit room. Could that be a. . . Mad Scrub? The creature was somewhat visible out of the lantern's range. Spidery limbs twisted forward, he was rolling in on a small toy tricycle. Wright suddenly noticed he was bound to a chair by a large length of rope.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Wailed Wright, now totally aware of his situation.

"You are Francis Wright. You have spent your life taxing rupees from the poor. So that you could buy Green Potions. Nobody wants to listen to you, yet they still have to. When your wife doesn't comply with your vulgar standards, you hit her repeatedly with a crooked smile on your face when you think nobody can see. You bang on the doors of the downtrodden day in and day out, making small children cry and poor parents contemplate suicide.
Nobody is going to miss you.

I want to play a game. You are in a simple wooden chair. A rope is tied to your waist. An unbreakable Cheval rope is horizontally holding the chair the other way. You know how a slingshot works so you must know what will happen if the other rope breaks. Behind you is a pool full of starving Angler Fry. Pretty lucky catch I might say, but what kind of angler are you? Let's find out."

Wright began to tug on the rope at his chest, hoping with his life it could pull himself back up. The chair's tilt was unforgiving.

"Keep tugging, I think you will find that we have a big one on the line. It will take at least your full upper arm strength and concentration to move that chair flat. You're going to need leverage to get that Cheval Rope off of you."

He pulled harder and harder, the struggle brought his mind to a hazy and painful blur as he exhausted all of his strength. The rules made sense, maybe the kid was just trying to scare him straight. As he thought this, the normal rope began to strain and split its fibers.

"Oh it's very possible to escape. But that will depend on a few factors. You sit comfortably with all the potions and milk beverages you could possibly want as a tax-collector. Maybe your arms just don't have what it takes? Maybe by some miracle you had hit Lianna at just the right angle to spur the growth of your unused arms. Being bigger than someone else doesn't mean a thing, Mr. Wright. Arrivederci."

The rope snapped. Wright and the chair were flung across the room. The flimsy chair shattered as it hit the water, filling Wright with large splinters. The school of monstrous fish slowly approached his injured body.
Chapter 6: Recompense
Months came and went, and nobody could find the source of some of the strangest killings ever recorded by the guard. Billy cut hair, ever so sloppily. His father was getting pretty tired of him spoiling the good name of the family business with poor jobs. It was time for him to go practice his styling elsewhere.

He grabbed his improvised weapon, as well as his tools. Billy was going to nonchalantly leave for Castle Town. The field was dangerous and all, so he took a little time readying himself. But no sooner had he opened the door that he saw a fancy letter arrive in the mail. Wondering what it could possibly be, he trotted to the postbox of the small Hopkins abode.

"OH YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME."