Guy Denzrita

Guy Orion "Shitbag" Denzrita III

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Guy Orion Denzrita III
Race: Deku Scrub
Class: Nomad
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Origin: Lost Woods
PWC: 4/1/4
Height: 3' 6”
Weight: 90 lbs.
Instrument: Deku Saxophone

Racial Perks:
Innate: Obsidian Skin (Twisted Plant Composition)
Nightvision
Deku Nut Production
Business (Profession: Thief)

Treasures:
Trousers crafted by Sienna, incorporating Silver Scales and Dodongo Hide
Profession: Thief 10
Double Rupoor (Augmented Rupoor Supply)
Mirror Shield
Wall-Walking
Epona's Song
Handheld Illusion
Summon Keese
Adventure Pouch
Hover Boots
Propel
Staff of Echoes (Augmented Staff of Tremors)
Roc's Cape
Commshell
Fire (Augmented)
Backshift Cape
Split
(Previously rented Bomb Bag)

Twisted Treasures
- Plant Composition became Stone Skin
- Water Hop, Beetle, and Fireshield Earrings became Obsidian Skin, which in some ways augmented Stone Skin


Treasure Wishlist:
1. Permanent Increase: +1 Power
2. Bomb Bag
3. Permanent Increase: +1 Courage
4. Huge Potential
5. Major Gain + Portal Bracers
6. Major Gain + Bunny Hood
7. Major Gain + Ring of Deuce
All-Night Mask
Barrier
Hookshot + Clawshot Augment
Barricade
Ear of Truth
Lens of Truth (goggles?)
Message
Mole Mitts
Muscle Band
Nayru's Belt
Plummeting Blade
Transformation Masks (Poe, Picori)
Fire Control
Fusion Dance (Sienna, Tent)
Tinytite
Yeti Boots



~~~Physicality & Appearance~~~~~~~~~
Portrait, Courtesy of Saria

Compared to most races, a 60-year-old Deku Scrub is actually relatively young, with a physique comparable to that of a 30-year-old Hylian, thanks to his slowly-aging race. Guy Denzrita's body type is of the typical necked-and-armed Scrub variation, held most famously by the Deku Princess and most Deku Guards. For this form, he stands relatively tall, with a height of 3'6" (115cm).

Perhaps the strangest thing about Guy's appearance is that, thanks to two strange and twisted encounters, he was first transformed from plant into plain stone, and then from stone into a gem-like composition not unlike jet or obsidian. While maintaining the shape of a Deku Scrub, his skin is no longer wooden, but instead takes on a glistening black stone-like form with comprable hardness and density, similar to some ways to a Goron's skin. This has increased his density and weight considerably, but also renders him more resilient to traditional attacks, and negates the weaknesses to flame and water normal for his race.

As he has aged, Guy's body has become increasingly lean and fit with continued exercise and strain, making him particularly buff. However, that isn't saying much. Given his body's unusual structure, his muscles actually are not visibly prominent, which can cause him to seem deceptively strong.

One cannot mention Guy's appearance without noting his unusual leaf variation. As a young adult, he found himself rebelling against the ways of Deku. Partially because of this, he began clipping the leaves that normally grew from his neck, and training his "hair" to become bushy and with long strands, more like that of Gerudo or Hylians. Over time, he got what he wanted. Within a few years, his neck leaves had ceased growing, and his hair was no longer leaf-like: it was long, straight, and flowing, albeit still a natural Deku green. In his more mature age, he has come to regret rebuking his heritage, yet has come to realize there is no way to undo the body mutilation he did in his younger days. Nonetheless, he still wears his thick and fluffy mane long, stretching down in the back with a length similar to that of his scarf. Since his uncanny transformation into living obsidian,

Guy has sustained many new gashes and other marks across his wooden body from when potions or magic weren't available to heal his wounds. Such is the bane of often doing combat without any proper form of armor.

When Guy became obsidian, his body supposedly fused with his shadow--or at least that he has come to believe, as when light shines over him, a shadow is never left in his wake.

What is perhaps the third strangest aspect about this Scrub's current physicality is not even visible. Through a sequence of unlikely events, he died, was revived as a Poe two years later, and one year after that possessed a statue of the likeness of his then-pupil, who was a Deku Scrub of similar appearance. Over time, the statue has reverted to the appearance Guy held in life--only to then be transformed to stone and then obsidian.

Finally, ever since Guy was unwittingly transformed into a Stone Scrub, he gained the uncanny ability to heat up his body and--as he likes to say--"Go Guybrosian." This causes his body to burst into flame, taking on a composition similar to molten lava. This renders him immune to all forms of heat and flame, but extremely vulnerable to water damage and sensitive to cold, similar to Subrosians. While in this form, his body visibly glows, and his hair seems to transform into flickering flames that float upward, just like fire. Unfortunately for him, these transformations are not always voluntary, as they can occur while he is an agitated state, or even during nightmares in his sleep. Accordingly, he can only wear heatproof attire these days...




~~~Equipment & Attire~~~~~~~~~
Guy has throughout his lifetime tried his hand at many different occupations, and consequently countless different weapons, armor, and clothing. He is familiar with many different types of weaponry, and has tried many times to fight in proper armor. He nonetheless inevitably comes back to being an impractically unarmored combatant, who relies on using light melee weapons in combination with bizarre magical items such as Hover Boots, Rcos' Scarf, a Cane of Echoes, and more.

Clothing - Roc's Scarf, Pants, Backshift Belt, & Boots
The raiment most distinctive of this Scrub is his vastly-oversized red scarf, hanging in the back down to his ankles alongside his hair. Surprisingly enough, he somehow manages to not trip over it every five seconds. The garment is secretly a Roc's Cape, which Guy has dyed to a color more suited to his preference. It replaced a tattered, 40-year-old scarf which now lies in his pouch as a personal keepsake. His old scarf is more comfortable but... it also doesn't let him jump like a grasshopper, and isn't fireproof.

Many Deku Scrubs wear less clothing (or leaves) than necessary, and Guy isn't an exception, walking around without a shirt. His legs however are covered at all times with a special form of slacks crafted for him by his sister, Sienna Denzrita. Since Scrubs don't perspire, they rarely get filthy to the point he needs to change them. Rather than washing them, however, he generally ends up just jumping in a river to clean them. The bright red pants have quickly faded into a dark, gray-ish scarlet color, nearly matching that off his scarf. Thanks to Sienna's skills, the pants incorporate both Silver Scales and Dodongo Hide. Thanks to the hide, they never go up in flames. Thanks to the scales, Guy can transform the lower half of his body into that of a fish at will, enabling him to both swim and breath easily underwater. The pants are held in place with a black cloth belt, which is secretly just a rolled-up Backshift Cape. This belt is fitted with numerous pockets and loops perfectly sized to carry throwing knives, hatchets, or other equipment Guy normally carries in his Adventure Pouch.

Beneath the trousers he wears a trusted pair of brown leather boots, with small brown-yellow metallic wings extending from the ankles. Indeed, they are a pair of magical Hover Boots, obtained in a cavern hidden within a cemetery of Kakariko Village. He prefers to believe that these boots fell off from a corpse that deteriorated perhaps not long after the founding of the city several decades prior... but there's absolutely no proof to that little theory. Every month or two, he convinces his sister to repair and upkeep this footgear of his.

Justice XIV - Steel Knife
Omnipresent on Guy's back is his most trusty and familiar of weapons, the Justice. It is a unique mixture of shortsword and knife with a blade precisely eleven inches in length and four inches in depth, with a point at the tip. By Hylian standards, it would likely be considered a large knife, but is wielded as a moderately-sized sword in Guy's arms. Its unusual broadness is of specific design to aid in deflecting attacks, particularly projectiles. The back end is flat and somewhat broad, so the wielder's palm can be placed at the back to provide more forward force in direct combat.

The guard of the weapon extends less than an inch on all sides around the base of the weapon, and is composed of oak wrapped in Dodongo leather, rendering it fireproof. Beneath that is the grip, four inches in length--just enough to comfortable fit Guy's hand--wrapped again in Dodongo leather for a more comfortable yet rigid feel.

This weapon, if not gripped in its owner's right hand, can be found in a specifically-crafted sheath on Guy's back even while he sleeps. Its sheath has been fixed into his wooden skin in an uncanny fashion that was initially painful, making its removal difficult and potentially agonizing. The sheath is built out of rigid and tanned Dodongo leather, matching the grip, with the interior regularly oiled.

The Justice itself has a long history, stretching back to the days when Guy was still a teenager struggling to find his way in life. The original knife, then nameless, was bestowed upon him by a Gerudo whose name he will never know. Every few years, however, the weapon inevitably became lost, overly rusted, dulled beyond repair, or simply snapped in pieces. Time and time again he would go searching for a replacement, inevitably ending up with something only a tiny bit different each time. In recent years, he has begun to rely on a smiths to repeatedly design a blade to his exact specifications. Despite its countless incarnations, and even when it went months without use, in a secret region of Guy's heart, he feels as though this weapon's soul has been alongside him ever since those early days of uncertainty, and believes it to be the most trustworthy of allies.

Adventure Pouch & Contents
Beneath the Justice's sheath and sewn into Guy's belt is a peculiar bag, known as an Adventure Pouch, which enables him to carry around a far larger amount of gear than his frame would be able to carry. The opening is normally closed like a satchel, allowing Guy's hand to quickly slip in and out with the flick of a button--which has at several points proven useful in the midst of combat.

Mirror Shield - It is a heater shield about 1.5 feet at its tall point, from the tip of the base to the slight triangular tip at the top, and a foot at its widest. Its face is mostly a large, mystical and highly reflective mirror which is strangely capable of reflecting not only light but magical projectiles. On the edges of the face is a red trim about two inches deep. The interior side is comprised entirely of this trim. Finally, two leather straps extend from the interior to enwrap Guy's arm--his left hand is left open to be used in combat if necessary. This shield was obtained over thirty years ago at the bottom of a well filled with undead monstrosities. Its true origin and purpose forever a mystery to him, despite how many years he has wondered and searched. The sheer enigmatic quality of the item, alongside its effectiveness, is but one of many reasons he has kept it all this time. In the decades that have passed, it still miraculously appears and functions as if it came from a blacksmith mere days ago--or at least it would with a little shine. The only change is that his sister, Sienna, etched in the symbol of "Deku" on the shield's face against his will.

Hatchets - Several hatchets, or more specifically tomahawks, are always in Guy's possession if he can help it. They function in his opinion as well as both melee weapons and throwing knives, dealing more damage than knives, but lacking the melee versatility of his shortsword, and the throwing range of his knives. He frequently has at least one of these hatchets sitting his belt, ready to be plucked up at a moment's notice.

Throwing Knives - Guy owns dozens of throwing knives, each created by Sienna or another smith to his exact specifications. Each is precisely four-and-a-half inches in length, with 1.5 inches devoted to the hilt, with runs almost perfectly flush into the 3-inch blade. The entire weapon is all formed from one piece of silvery alloy, with only a small notch running around the circumference separating the blade and featureless hilt. Each blade only has a razored edge on one side, with the other being blunt.

Deku Saxophone - In his days as a child, Guy was more or less 'forced' into learning how to play the Deku Pipes--a now-famous instrument favored not only by his community, but treasured by his family. Though he had initial distaste for that, a decade or so later he stumbled across a Zora who could play a golden saxophone with such power and grace that it swooned him. It wasn't until only a few years ago however that he finally combined this two worlds into an instrument his lipless body was able to play, one that showed his heritage, and that also held his atypical sense of style. This was the Deku Saxophone, an instrument invented by a former comrade of his not even twenty years ago. It combines the playing method and material of the Deku Pipes with the more modern feel of brass instruments, giving its own flavor of classic tastes and new flair. Guy has since taken to it quite fondly, and has become something of an amateur musician as a result.

Miscellaneous - Guy keeps numerous other tools on hand, including 50 continuous feet of hemp rope, a compass, a torch, flint-and-steel used to start fires, a bedroll, hammers, nails, parchment, ink, and even a small amount of cookware, among other knick-knacks. He even ensures a few days' worth of rations for Gordon and himself are always at the ready. Much of this he feels is necessary for getting along in the wild, and delving into subterranean dungeons, both of which are frequent occurrences for him. As a poorly-kept secret, he stores a supply of mushrooms for "recreational use" in his satchel, and is using them to almost always have at least a moderate high going.



~~~Mount: Gordon the Stallion~~~~~~~~~
Gordon is male, entirely brown, and completely mundane and average in most regards. He is, however, relatively skinny and short, and holds at all times the faint stench characteristic of a Moblin. He wears a rather worn and scratched up brown leather saddle with a few small pouches on its side, and stirrups which Guy's feet cannot reach.

In most regards, Gordon does not care much about anything, for he is a horse. He mildly dislikes almost any other creatures, probably due to a history of abuse, but tolerates Guy for reasons unknown. He is not trained for combat, but it a suitable mount for long-distance travel.

Before meeting Guy, the one who named him, Gordon was ridden for a brief period by Dante Silvaros after he was stolen from an anonymous and now-slain Moblin. How the Moblin originally got its hands on this horse--whether it was raised by monsters or stolen from other races--is currently unknown, and Gordon certainly doesn't remember, for he is a horse.



~~~Personality~~~~~~~~~
Guy has been many things in his life, but one thing he has always been is selfish and distant. He will always seek out his own needs and desires, and rarely stays in one community for more than a few months. While in his younger days he was greedy for rupees and power, he has come to instead crave knowing of himself, strengthening both his skill and character, and being rich in varied experiences. These have been the primary means by which he has come to define himself as a nomad. His travels alone could fill countless novels, and there are few locales he as not lived in for months at a time, nor many legends he has never heard.

Constantly, he seeks new ventures and yearns to improve himself, learning knew skills and mastering old ones. As such, he known to dabble in many different areas, primarily in combat and stealth, but also music and even bits of magic or the archaic art of alchemy. He seems to constantly be trying new things, and has worked in the past as a bartender, a thief and a bandit, a mercenary, a brewer of fine wine, a fist-fighter using the power of fire, an innkeeper, a fencer and swordsman, an alchemist, a spy, a pirate, a professional gambler, and a merchant. Needless to say, he has picked up many skills in his years, from holding his liquor incredibly well for his size, to recognizing alchemical runes instantly, and even perfectly emulating numerous accents.

Despite all this, Guy tends to have a demeanor that often comes off as all too serious or spartan, not responding well to humor and lightheartedness--but oozes sarcasm. He rarely shows generosity or a kind action, much less be proud of it. He has become stoic to even the most dire of things, capable of remaining focused even when facing his own mortality, yet despite this, still has a short temper to almost the simplest of nuisances. He generally dislikes killing, finding it wasteful, but never hesitates to do it if necessary.

His spartan nature often reflects in how he gets things done, particularly in combat and even how his weapons are held on his body. Despite his atypical style, he always seeks to get things done in the most efficient manner possible. He generally only relaxes upon the realization that optimum efficiency has been reached, or has a strange lapse caused either by fatigue or liquor, turning his normally highly-strung demeanor into something so lax it's a wonder he remains conscious. To keep himself mellow, he has more recently come to maintaining a near-constant high on a specific brand of mushrooms.

He considers himself arrogant, but believes he has reached a point in his life and accomplished enough to warrant it, making him seem even more arrogant. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, he actually enjoys following more than leading, but only wishes to follow an individual he finds greater than himself. Such individuals, in his own mind, are extremely hard to come by. Seemingly as an extension of this, he can be independent to a fault, particularly so in his younger days. He infrequently believes anything unless he sees it within his own eyes. Rarely does he openly accept assistance from anyone who neither owes him a debt or is a close and trusted comrade. Often does he resist authority and the social norm, seemingly just because he is able to do so.

As an extension of his independent nature, Guy is particularly able to get along in the wild, capable of surviving indefinitely on the land itself. He has grown comfortable traveling immense distances by foot or by steed, and travels so much he considers himself a professional nomad. These days, he is constantly traveling--or wandering--with any patch of safe grass as a place to pass out. He rarely if ever lays in a proper bed.

Though many people avoid him, he has come to know at least one trusted individual or small group within every locale he has known. Towards those few who have earned and kept his respect--Sienna, Dante, Julius, Petal, Mode, Gabe, and countless more--his loyalty knows no bounds. Towards those who have not, he could care less.

When it comes to romantic interests, he has three categories: Gerudo women, Zora boys, and Deku Scrubs of all varieties. Though this are his preferences, he has no single defined type. Despite this, his actual romantic escapades have been rather few and far between, knowing only three considerable lovers in his six decades of life.

In combat, this makeshift warrior has relied on in the past anything from magic to fire to swords to boomerangs to fists to alchemy, although most of his martial skills have become forgotten or dulled over time. Even then as now, however, he has depended most upon his own agility--one part a gift of his race, and the other trained since he was a wee teenage Scrub. He savors the ability to outrun his foes and nimbly dodge their strikes, which is the main reason he rarely wears any proper armor, instead relying heavily upon his shield and knife to take blows for him. In much the same way, he often requires the capability to attack without being attacked, usually with the aid of stealth, ambush, or knives thrown from a safe distance. More often than not, however, he will end up in close-combat situations where his trained and varied melee combat prowess and physical strength come forth through the Justice and his shield, both of which are weapons he has mastered over decades of practice.

Most of Guy's long-term goals involve acquisition of legendary artifacts, and mastering un-masterable skills. To these ends, however, he generally finds rupees through... liberating them from less-than-worthy hands. As such, he has come to be known as both a treasure hunter and a common thief.



~~~Backstory~~~~~~~~~
(I dare you to actually read all of Guy's backstory in the following post. I dare you. )

As a man who has been alive for 60 years, Guy has countless stories to tell. Even his parents were an oddity for their race, uncanny experts of combat who spent much time in the presence of Gerudo for one reason or another. His elder sister Sienna is a sociopathic mass-murderer, while his younger sister Dextra has gone into hiding. Even Guy himself absconded from his family at the hint of puberty, only to reconnect with them decades later. This rebellious phase of his included becoming a wanted pickpocket in Castle Town, permanently modifying and damaging his leaves into Hylian-like hair, and learned more than a few tricks that would later become his trade: thieving and discovering.

Guy has spent the vast majority of his life wandering Hyrule and other lands, often aimlessly, surviving off little more than water and sunlight. His travels became all the more dangerous with the rise of Ganon. Numerous secrets have come to him, from mystical dungeons to burned forests to traversing what can only be described as alien dimensions unknown to Hyrule. There are few landscapes he has yet to see, and few creature species he hasn't before encountered. His wild travels even included his own death and transformation into a Poe, only to possess a statue of himself and return to organic life. Since then he's even been twisted into living stone, and twisted again into living obsidian. He's a wanted criminal in several different towns, and has more than a few unpaid debts. He has struggled with mild alcoholism and mushroom-based drug abuse for a large portion of his life, and he still needs to rely on them sometimes to take the edge off and keep his cool. He's made numerous friends and business contacts through his years, and twice as many enemies. He has even took in a pupil, a Deku Scrub named Petal, only to lose contact with him. All this experience, good and bad, has given him an aloof look on life--and gives him a familiar answer to many problems, even if that answer isn't always right.

As a wanderer and dungeon-delver, Guy has had little choice but to die or become an expert fighter. He's learned fundamentals and tricks from capable masters willing to teach him, but much of his martial arts have been self-taught, and often incorporate magical items or unusual techniques few have even seen before.

All in all, Guy's life has been an extremely varied and wild ride of living by the seat of his pants and hoping his selfish nature doesn't end up killing him.

2011? (open) 2011? (close)

You can technically call this finished, but I need to do much more work on the backstory.

Guy Orion Denzrita III
Race: Deku Scrub
Class: Nomad
Age: ~55
Gender: Male
Origin: Lost Woods
PWC: 4/1/4
Height: 3' 6”
Weight: 60 lbs.
Instrument: Deku Saxophone

Treasures:
Race (Innate): Plant Composition
Race (Innate): Water Hop
Race: Bubble Shot
Race: Deku Nut Production
Profession Lv2: Thief
Mount: Gordon the Stallion
Mirror Shield
Wall-Walking
Epona's Song
Handheld Illusion
Summon Keese
Hover Boots

Treasure Wishlist:
1M. "Propel" original major skill (C4: 100r)
2. Wall-Walking (C4:40r)
3. Rupoor Supply & Double Rupoor (C4:40r & 40r)
4. Profession Level-Ups
5. Hover Boots
-. "Baba Seeds"
-. "Barricade"
-. Blast Coating
-. Bombchu Supply
-. Boomerang
-. Clawshot
-. Deku Pirouette
-. "Detonation"
-. Epona's Song
-. Mole Mitts
-. "Oil Slick" / Slicker
-. Powder Charge (Bombchu)
-. Power Bracelet
-. Roc's Cape/Scarf
-. Shield Breaker
-. "Trap Nut" skills
-. "Ventriloquism"
M. Legendary Vehicle (Great Deku Flying Machine)
M. "Deuce"


Gordon the Horse
Gordon the horse is male, entirely brown, and completely mundane and average in most regards. He is, however, relatively skinny and short, and holds at all times the faint body odorous stench of a Moblin. At all times, he wears a rather worn and scratched up brown leather saddle with a few small pouches on its side, and stirrups which Guy's feet cannot reach.

In most regards he is somewhat independent and intelligent for a work horse, and thus ends up mostly driving himself rather than his rider directing the flow of things. One of few individuals whom he has not shown mild discontent for, and allows to steer him freely, is one Guy Denzrita... for reasons no one seems to understand.

Before meeting Guy, the one who named him, Gordon was ridden for a brief period by Dante Silvaros after he was stolen from an anonymous and now-slain Moblin. How the Moblin originally got its hands on this horse--whether it was raised by monsters or stolen from other races--is currently unknown.


Equipment & Attire
Guy has throughout his lifetime tried his hand at many different occupations, and consequently countless different weapons, armor, and clothing. Despite this, however, he inevitably comes back to a basic design that was first founded in his youth. With an occasional new modification, he still finds it to be the most practical for himself, as well as the most suited to his tastes in fashion.

Justice XXIII - Steel Knife
Omnipresent at Guy's left hip is his most trusty and familiar of weapons, the Justice. It is a unique mixture of shortsword and knife with a blade precisely eleven inches in length and four inches in depth, with a point at the tip. Its unusual broadness is of specific design to aid in deflecting attacks, particularly projectiles. The back end is flat and somewhat broad, so the wielder's palm can be placed at the back to provide more forward force in direct combat.

The guard of the weapon extends less than an inch on all sides around the base of the weapon, and is composed of oak. Beneath that is the grip, four inches in length--just enough to comfortable fit Guy's hand--wrapped in the leather of a Dodongo for a more comfortable yet rigid feel. Finally, the pommel at the end is a short and fat cylinder, almost awkward in appearance, designed so it may be readily grabbed with a second hand to increase thrusting force.

This weapon, if not gripped in its owner's right hand, can be found in a specifically-crafted sheath at Guy's left hip even while he sleeps. The sheath is built out of rigid and tanned Dodongo leather, matching the grip, with the interior regularly oiled. It has been sewn firmly into Guy's belt, which coincidentally makes removing his belt and pants rather unwieldy.

The Justice itself has a long history, stretching back to the days when Guy was still a teenager struggling to find his way in life. The original knife, then nameless, was bestowed upon him by a Gerudo whose name he will never know. Every few years, however, the weapon inevitably became lost, overly rusted, dulled beyond repair, or simply snapped in pieces. Time and time again he would go searching for a replacement, inevitably ending up with something only a tiny bit different each time. Only in his middle age years did he finally pick up the art of smithing blades, then able to craft the Justice in the perfect fashion, in the way his mind always felt it should feel and look. It has even been replaced a handful of times since then. Despite its countless incarnations, and even when it went months without use, in a secret region of Guy's heart, he feels as though this weapon's soul has been alongside him ever since those early days of uncertainty, and believes it to be the most trustworthy of allies.

Defiance - Mirror Shield
Normally found strapped to Guy's left forearm, but occasionally secured to his back, is the Defiance. It is a heater shield about 1.5 feet at its tall point, from the tip of the base to the slight triangular tip at the top, and a foot at its widest. Its face is mostly a large, mystical and highly reflective mirror which is strangely capable of reflecting not only light but magical projectiles.

On the edges of the face, outside this mirror, is a red trim about two inches deep. The interior is comprised entirely of this trim. The base of the shield itself is composed of a metal that still has not been identified, but seems incapable of rending, rusting, or otherwise deteriorating--as far as Guy can tell, the red is not paint, but the actual color of this strange metal. It also has the bonus characteristic of being extremely lightweight, bringing its hindrance to an absolute minimum. Finally, two leather straps extend from the interior to enwrap Guy's arm--his left hand is left open to be used in combat, but some of its agility is robbed. When the shield is not held ready, the Scrub instead secures these leather straps over his upper arms and wears the shield in a manner similar to a backpack.

This shield was obtained over thirty years ago at the bottom of a well filled with undead monstrosities. Its true origin and purpose forever a mystery to him, despite how many years he has wondered and searched. The sheer enigmatic quality of the item, alongside its effectiveness, is but one of many reasons he has kept it all this time. In the decades that have passed, it still miraculously appears and functions as if it came from a blacksmith mere days ago--or at least it would with a little shine.

Since taking up the practice of Bladesmith, Guy has taken to carefully etching into the mirrored portion of the shield the insignia of Deku (which can normally be found on the Deku Shield).

Throwing Daggers
A myriad of steel throwing daggers are placed carefully into a dozen different sheathes inlaid into Guy's belt. In times before he learned the ways of crafting blades, they would be a haphazard assortment of knives capable of being thrown. They had to be, as he would all too often not lose a knife he threw. More recently, however, he has come to crafting a uniform set of equal shape and weight-distribution he finds perfect for slinging.

Each is precisely four-and-a-half inches in length, with 1.5 inches devoted to the hilt, with runs almost perfectly flush into the 3-inch blade. The entire weapon is all formed from one piece of silvery alloy, with only a small notch running around the circumference separating the blade and featureless hilt. (This notch is what normally keeps it secure in the belt, allowing Guy to perform acrobatics without the worry of dropping his weaponry.) They are specifically daggers ant not knives, featuring a razored edge on both sides of the blade.

Clothing - Scarf, Pants, Boots, & Rope
The raiment most distinctive of this Scrub is his vastly-oversized burgundy scarf, hanging in the back down to his ankles. Surprisingly enough, he somehow manages to not trip over it every five seconds. Though once thick and lusciously bright red, the scarf now appears as faded as a garment possibly could be, with threads worn thin, fabric torn at numerous points along the edge, and permanent-yet-faded smudges of one material or another littered along its entire length, giving it the appearance of burgundy. Like the Justice, this article has been with him since his youth, replaced only once.

The current incarnation was once a magical cape--mistaken for a scarf--that could render the user invisible. It was found within a locked dungeon hidden away within the far regions of the eastern sea, plundered on one of many adventures. However, the powerful ghost who created it was shortly thereafter slain. Because of this, the magic within the cloth gradually faded, until it reached the point of being completely mundane as it is today. Nonetheless, Guy finds it to be irreplaceable--the way it has become warn and tattered is just right, making it in his eyes not only comfortable but stylish.

Many Deku Scrubs wear less clothing (or leaves) than necessary, and Guy isn't an exception, walking around without a shirt or other torso garment. His legs however are covered at all times with slacks. Since Scrubs don't perspire, they rarely get filthy to the point he needs to change them. Rather than washing them, however, he generally ends up just getting a new pair every few months. Red, green, blue, black, gray--the color doesn't matter all that much, so long as it's relatively dark and faded. His pants of the moment happen to be sewn together from Deku Leaves, and charcoaled to a dark green that matches his hair.

The rareness of his trousers' removal is primarily due to his belt, which is an insane hassle to take off completely. The Justice's hilt sewn into it, as well as the small sheathes for each of his dozen throwing knives, the saxophone held at the back, in addition to the occasional cane or other item shoved in at the sheath opposite the Justice, all combined with the fact the belt is typically held in place with a steadfastly-woven silver ring, all prove as hurdles to its removal. To be precise, the belt is of black leather, with its two ends fastened together in the back with a silver O-ring approximately two inches in diameter. It is the most recent of his attire, with its initial inclusion less than a year old.

Beneath the trousers he wears a trusted pair of brown leather boots, with small brown-yellow metallic wings extending from the ankles. Indeed, they are once a pair of magical Hover Boots, obtained in a cavern hidden within a cemetery of Kakariko Village. He prefers to believe that these boots fell off from a corpse that deteriorated perhaps not long after the founding of the city several decades prior... but there's absolutely no proof to that little theory. Every month or two, he visits a cobbler to repair and upkeep this footgear of his; at this point it's quite unlikely even a shred of the original leather still exists within them.

Last and least is a single piece of hemp rope. Its two ends are secured firmly around the two points where his upper arms and shoulders meet, coming together across his shoulder blades. It is primarily used to secure his Deku Saxophone, but also on occasion the Defiance or other items.

Deku Saxophone
In his days as a child, Guy was more or less 'forced' into learning how to play the Deku Pipes--a now-famous instrument favored not only by his community, but treasured by his family. Though he had initial distaste for that, a decade or so later he stumbled across a Zora who could play a golden saxophone with such power and grace that it swooned him. It wasn't until only a few years ago however that he finally combined this two worlds into an instrument his lipless body was able to play, one that showed his heritage, and that also held his atypical sense of style.

This was the Deku Saxophone, an instrument invented by a former comrade of his not even twenty years ago. It combines the playing method and material of the Deku Pipes with the more modern feel of brass instruments, giving its own flavor of classic tastes and new flair. Guy has since taken to it quite fondly, and has become something of an amateur musician as a result.

The small instrument, no more than a foot in length, is typically entwined firmly into the hemp rope around his shoulders, and the silver loop that makes up the back of his belt. He managed to fit it specifically so it be secure, rather than recklessly bouncing around and throwing off his balance. On the occasion he finds himself with free time, he takes up to giving it a few practice sessions, playing any songs that weave their way into his mind.

Former Equipment
A Cane of Echoes, a Power Bracelet, a Deku Leaf, Mole Mitts, Zora Armor trousers, a Boomerang, a Longshot, a Cane of Somaria, a Hawkeye, numerous enchantments, countless weapons, and a rather extravagant modern home hidden within the depths of Lost Woods containing countless treasures and limitless rupees were all once in Guy's possession until a few years ago. Their loss and destruction are one of many reasons he has since come to make himself out as a nomad.


Physicality & Appearance
What is perhaps most strange about this Scrub's current physicality is not visible. Through a sequence of inexplicable events, he died, was revived as a Poe two years later, and one year after that possessed a statue of the likeness of his then-pupil. Over time, the statue has become to be effectively organic, and Guy has now resumed an appearance one would expect from a 60-year-old Scrub. Compared to a Hylian or Goron counterpart, he is actually relatively young, with a physique comparable to that of a 30-year-old Hylian, thanks to his slowly-aging race.

Guy Denzrita's body type is of the typical necked-and-armed Scrub variation, held most famously by the Deku Princess, most Deku Guards, and the famous hero when he took the shape of a Deku. For this form, he stands relatively tall, with a height of 3'6" (115cm). As he has aged, his body has become increasingly lean and fit, and is arguably one of the more buff Deku Scrubs one will ever see. However, that isn't saying much. Given his race's unusual body structure, his muscles actually are not visibly prominent, making him deceptively strong. Though his bark tone was light when he was first formed from a statue, it has since become quite dark, among the extremes for Deku Scrub standards.

One cannot mention Guy's appearance without noting his unusual leaf variation. As a young adult, he found himself rebelling against the ways of Deku. Partially because of this, he began clipping the leaves that normally grew from his neck, and training his "hair" to become bushy and with long strands, more like that of Gerudo or Hylians. Over time, he got what he wanted. Within a few years, his neck leaves had learned to stop growing, and his hair was no longer leaf-like: it was long, straight, and flowing, albeit still a natural Deku green. In his more mature age, he has come to regret rebuking his heritage, yet has come to realize there is no way to undo the body mutilation he did in his younger days. Nonetheless, he still wears his thick and fluffy mane long, stretching down in the back with a length similar to that of his scarf--and in the front, pushed to the side.

Although most of his scars vanished when he was 'reborn' from a statue, he has since sustained many new gashes and other marks across his wooden body from when potions or magic weren't available to heal his wounds. Such is the bane of often doing combat without any proper form of armor.

On a final note, he happens to have been born infertile, incapable of properly passing on his family name.


Personality
Guy has been many things in his life, but one thing he has always been is selfish and distant. He will always seek out his own needs and desires, and rarely stays in one community for more than a few months. While in his younger days he was greedy for rupees and power, he has come to instead crave knowing of himself, strengthening both his skill and character, and being rich in varied experiences. These have been the primary means by which he has come to define himself as a nomad. His travels alone could fill countless novels, and there are few locales he as not lived in for months at a time, nor many legends he has never heard.

Constantly, he seeks new ventures and yearns to improve himself, learning knew skills and mastering old ones. As such, he known to dabble in many different areas, primarily in combat and stealth, as well as more recently the craft of martial weapons, but also music and even bits of magic or the archaic art of alchemy. He seems to constantly be trying new things, and has worked in the past as a bartender, a thief and a bandit, a mercenary, a brewer of fine wine, a fist-fighter using the power of fire, an innkeeper, a Deku swordsman, an alchemist, a fire wizard, a spy, a pirate, a professional gambler, and a merchant. Needless to say, he has picked up many skills in his years, from holding his liquor incredibly well for his size, to recognizing alchemical runes instantly, and even perfectly emulating numerous accents.

Despite all this, Guy tends to have a demeanor that often comes off as all too serious or spartan, not responding well, if at all, to humor and lightheartedness. He rarely shows generosity or a kind action, much less be proud of it. He has become stoic to even the most dire of things, capable of remaining focused even when facing his own mortality, yet despite this, still has a short temper to almost the simplest of nuisances.

His spartan nature often reflects in how he gets things done, particularly in combat and even how his weapons are held on his body. Despite his atypical style, he always seeks to get things done in the most efficient manner possible. He generally only relaxes upon the realization that optimum efficiency has been reached, or has a strange lapse caused either by fatigue or liquor, turning his normally highly-strung demeanor into something so lax it's a wonder he remains conscious.

His ethics are largely defined by whims. He has nonetheless stolen from the innocent, killed dozens when he could have simply knocked them out, and performed various other deeds of an almost sadistic nature. Even so, he has also saved numerous lives, taken in a pupil, dealt out violent justice time and time again, and has rid Hyrule and surrounding lands of countless monsters.

He considers himself arrogant, but believes he has reached a point in his life and accomplished enough to warrant it, making him seem even more arrogant. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, he actually enjoys following more than leading, but only wishes to follow an individual he finds greater than himself. Such individuals, in his own mind, are extremely hard to come by.

He is at times viciously calculating and cunning, capable of manipulating his foes or determining the distance between stars, yet often absent-minded to even a person standing right in front of his face.

Though many people avoid him, he has come to know at least one trusted individual or small group within every locale he has known. Towards those few who have earned and kept his respect--Dante, Ace, Petal, Mode, Gabe, and countless more--his loyalty knows no bounds. Towards those who have not, he could care less.

His romantic and sexual tastes are roughly defined thusly: Gerudo women, Zora boys, and Deku Scrubs of all varieties. It seems he can find anything attractive under the right circumstances--confidence or frailty, a large bust or a flat chest, a spartan attitude or a carefree one. Needless to say, he has no single defined type. Despite this, his actual romantic escapades have been rather few and far between, knowing only three considerable lovers in his six decades of life.

He can be seen as independent to a fault, particularly so in his younger days. He infrequently believes anything unless he sees it within his own eyes. Rarely does he accept assistance from anyone who neither owes him a debt or is a close and trusted comrade. Often does he resist authority and the social norm, seemingly just because he is able to do so.

In many ways, Guy is an enigma filled with hypocrisy and contradictions, capable of reacting completely different to the same situation depending on the time of day.

Loves knives. Hates pests. Afraid of water, yet far too comfortable with fire.

In combat, this makeshift warrior has relied on in the past anything from magic to fire to swords to boomerangs to fists to alchemy, although most of his martial skills have become forgotten or dulled over the past few years.

Even then as now, however, he has depended most upon his own agility--one part a gift of his race, and the other trained since he was a wee teenage Scrub. He savors the ability to outrun his foes and nimbly dodge their strikes, which is the main reason he rarely wears any proper armor, instead relying heavily upon his shield and knife to take blows for him. In much the same way, he often requires the capability to attack without being attacked, usually with the aid of stealth, ambush, or knives thrown from a safe distance. More often than not, however, he will end up in close-combat situations where his trained and varied melee combat prowess and physical strength come forth through the Justice and Defiance, both of which are weapons he has mastered over decades of practice.


Backstory
(Several details from the character's original story were shifted around a bit--largely to fit the history of this Hyrule (for example, he was actually born and raised in Termina)--and the exact dates of certain events in his life have been shifted around somewhat.)

Over a century ago, when Guy the first became a man, he for reasons still unknown left his home of the Lost Woods and ventured to seek all of this vast world with his own eyes... his grandson would later say it was because he knew there was beyond the simple and reclusive world in which he was born. Of his numerous known exploits, perhaps the most significant, historically, was being one of several founders of Kakariko Village.

He would spend decades aiding in its construction, only to spend a handful actually living there. After half a lifetime among Hylians and other races, knowing a wife and losing a same wife in the process, he found himself yearning to once again be surrounding by trees and his own people. Despite this, he did not wish to retrace his steps -- he did not wish for his fond memories of his child home to be tainted by adulthood. It was then that he caught wind of Hylian explorers who had discovered a separate tribe of his people living within a forest to the west.

After almost an entire eight decades of a Hylian's full lifetime, the still-virile Scrub eventually made his way from the Lost Woods of northern Hyrule towards the southern west Forest of Kokiri, where he found his own purpose as at first a lowly recruit under the Great Deku Tree's service, a foreigner, but nonetheless entrusted with protecting the Kokiri. It was here that he settled down, met a wife who had lived here all her life, and bore two sons--the first of which was Guy Jr.--and finally found satisfaction and resolve within his life. It was all an itch he didn't even know needed scratching.

Before reaching ninety years of age, however, Guy the first would fall in loyal defense of his kin at the hands of malicious interlopers... of a strange reptilian race no one could at the time identify. They did not even speak the Hyrulean language, and it wouldn't be understood for ages that their 'assault' was all just some misunderstanding. While their rampage would eventually be subdued, the defenseless then-Mrs. Denzrita fled the forest in which she had known all her life, attempting to shield her then-prepubescent sons from harm she falsely believed would befall them.

Over the next several months, the three of them wandered to a mysterious region to the west of the forest, somehow finding their way through a twist of mountains, caves, and other boundaries before finding themselves in a foreign land that even their father had not seen in his travels. They settled down in a city not unlike Kakriko Village--its technology seemed slightly more advanced, exemplified perhaps most by the massive clocktower making its stand in the center of town. Most ideally, there were even a few Deku residents among what seemed like a hodge-podge of different races... It seemed like this was the sort of city Guy Sr. would have only dreamed about.

A decade the small family would spend in this time. Mrs. Denzrita never remarried or changed her name, and supported her twin sons through working as a mail clerk. She was content, but what made her most happy was seeing Guy Jr. and Samuel grow up... graduate from the local school... work for themselves. It was all quite pleasant, really, but as seemed destined for the Denzritas, it was not to last...

Within that time, Guy the second had married early, had become a bit of a swordsman, and one of few Deku Scrubs who proved themselves in the town guard. His wife was pampered, treasured--she was his jewel.

Meanwhile, Samuel had mostly grown up as a normal lad. He was a bit quiet, and liked to stay in his head most of the time, but he innately seemed kind... His job involved being a mediator between the town and several other city-states, a rather renowned position that paid well.

...Why exactly he did it was something no one could understand. Denzrita the second would never speak of it to anyone, nor even tell his future son that he had an uncle... much less an uncle that murdered his grandmother with the blunt end of a Deku Stick.

Just beating her... over and over... the sounds of wood smashing against wood would never leave his mind... by the time he arrived, it was already over. There was nothing more to be done. The sap had been spilled, and her... her head... until the day he died, it was something that would make him cringe and clutch his stomach.

He tried to prosecute. He tried with every rupee he had earned and every ally he had gained, but Samuel was cunning--he was always cunning--and used his position in the government to not cover his tracks, but make them lead elsewhere. Through some bizarre twist of fate, Guy the second had been framed for the barbaric murder of his own death. His so-called "Jewel" abandoned him, not trusting a word he said. Still he could remember the way she ran into his so-called brother's arms... the last thing he saw... before never seeing that town or that land ever again.

With tears laid next to his footsteps on his entire journey, Guy the second returned to Hyrule... He at first returned to Kokiri Forest, his birthplace where his father was still upheld as something of a nobleman... but fearing someone would recognize him, he abandoned it shortly after arriving. With no where to go and no one to trust, he found himself wandering throughout the Southern Fields... for a time he somehow worked as a mercenary, normally being a mere safeguard against bandits for a caravan making routine trade trips between towns. He had reached a point in his life where he only needed to support himself, and felt he needed nothing beyond a plant's nutrition, so he could do the work far cheaper than any of his peers. It was a relatively peaceful time, then, where monsters were scarce. Taking along a single decent mercenary on a trade route was common, as thieves in the region were not.

Despite how he managed to trudge on, the Scrub's wounds did not heal... they only grew deeper and deeper as the months passed. All he could think of was his sadistic demon of a sibling... his mother's... lack of a face... had he killed his precious jewel as well? Yet he was rich, important, and surely living in luxury. There was nothing that could be done about it. Justice did not exist. The goddesses were either powerless or cruel.

His depression sank deeper and deeper. His vigilance in his job sank lower and lower. On a routine trip between the Tantari Twins, a caravan he was encharged with protecting was attacked. Not merely monsters, but bandits--Deku... bandits...

It should have been easy. They didn't even have the element of surprise, simply charging in from the horizon. Yet he was defeated. His trustee was all but slain. The cargo was taken. They left him with a gash across his stomach, armor torn to shreds... and even made off with his weapon. This is where he would die. With that thought in mind, he slowly drifted into unconsciousness...

"It isn't like we need that one, too..." Strange voices... "...just the Hylian."

The next thing he could recall, Guy the second was abruptly slammed into a cold floor of rock. He squirmed pathetically, not wanting to awaken, afraid both that he was being sent to the flames and irons where all bad Scrubs go... or that his dreadful life was going to continue. As his tiny wooden hands clutched his gut, trying to curl and hide like a pathetic infant, he realized something was different. His armor didn't have a texture like this. He jumped up in a start, eyes tracing over his body to realize that someone... someone... had bandaged him up.

With his head still in a fog, he dashed forward towards the iron bars that he suddenly realized were containing him. He tried to squeeze his spherical head through, struggling to see the fading footsteps of the one who slung him in here... but it was to no avail; the bars were too tight.

Several hours would pass as curiosity and confusion ran through the Scrub's mind. Why. How. Where. Who. Eventually the light slitting in from the single, unreachable window would fade, and he would succumb to his fatigue.

"It's quite unusual to see a Scrub in the middle of a desert," came a... voice. It was not a Hylian voice, nor that of a Goron or a Zora, but something all too familiar. It was a Deku Scrub... a female Deku Scrub... Guy flinched. His first thoughts were of his mother. But, somehow, he managed to throw them away. Perhaps he was just too fatigued and light-headed to care, or perhaps he had actually realized there was nowhere he could now hide. He looked up to see... a rather nostalgic sort of face. "For a while they thought they had stumbled across some sort of new Scrub variation adept to these conditions, as a cactus... but I can already tell you're just a regular Scrub... probably born in Lost Woods, right?"

His father's heritage seemed to show more strongly... Everyone always seemed to say that. He managed to explain the situation, at the time learning her name--Tenrillion Vos, strangest name he ever heard--as well as learning that he was in the prison of some cave to the southeast of Hyrule. Her details were scarce, though apparently she was the daughter of a Business Scrub who had squirmed his way into this society and become a rather renowned merchant. Even Guy himself had heard the name Vos somewhere before. But what was 'this society'? Gerudo? Guy almost scoffed at the notion, previously thinking powerful women who kidnapped Hylian men to "breed" was just some sort of silly fantasy created by lonely perverts.

The hour-long conversation seemed to go by in a flash, and before Guy realized it, he forgot he was behind bars--that he was just a prisoner being interrogated. Yet, at the same time, he could get the same feeling from her. There was a spark he could not understand.

Over the next few days, this pattern seemed to repeat itself. Every now and then one of the Gerudo would bring him plenty of water, enough to sustain his plant body for at least the time being, and even had him shifted to a cell where he could get more sunlight. Yet every afternoon, Tenrillion would come by... Each conversation seemed less and less like an interrogation. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about, despite the fact each consecutive conversation seemed to cover more and more of their lives.

Without even realizing it, Guy ended up spilling the beans about his past... why he became a mercenary, who his brother was... how he was framed for the murder his own mother. He did not even know why he did it, but for the first time in his life, someone actually believed his side of the story. She trusted him. Without even realizing why at first, Guy broke down into tears, sobbing uncontrollably like a madman. He finally let out the whole story, for the first time. Someone believed him. It was as if a wound that had been infected for decades had finally been relieved from his body as through some kind of magic...

Although the Gerudo nearby were distilled with the sight of a grown man crying, Tenrillion just sighed and smiled. She leaned a hand forward to pat his leaf-covered head, before striding away to leave him in peace. "I'll see you again tomorrow, Guy."

Indeed she did, albeit holding both a scimitar in each hand. "You said you were a swordsman, right? Let's see what you've got."

Focusing too much on the healing of his emotional wounds, Guy hadn't even realized his physical ones had been relieved over the past few days. With a bit of a smirk, he agreed, was released from his cell, and was lead to a training grounds deeper in the desert cave.

Although the are was packed with Gerudo warriors... sitting quietly in the corner, with a bowed head and a bit of a smile, was the Hylian Guy had failed to protect. It was the first time he had seen the man smile...

...Before he could think too much about it, a scimitar was thrown in Guy's direction. Without even realizing it, he deftly caught it by the hilt, and swirled it through the air to better fit his grip. He had almost forgotten that up until a few weeks ago, he was a mercenary, let alone his former profession in the clocktower town.

A battle between the two was waged. Then another. And again. And again. And again. Until the training grounds were almost completely devoid of a soul.

"Better than I expected..." was the mutual sentiment, "...for someone without my training."

After that day, years would pass. It didn't take long for the two of them to fall into a romantic relationship... something neither ever expected to happen even just the day before they met. They decided to hold a traditional Deku Scrub wedding within the caves, and were quite happy for many years. Their work often involved a position of mercenary or bandit, both of them brave and reckless in their professions, caring not for the laws of Hylians or their sense of order.

However, there would come a day that both Mr. Denzrita and Mrs. Vos would come to realize... they were going to have a child. Immediately both of them shared the same sentiment, one that could only be understood by parents themselves. This was not a place to race a child, much less a Deku Scrub sprout.

Shortly after this realization, the pair of them would travel across Hyrule, back to the place were all of their race originated: the Lost Woods. There, they believed, they could raise a son or daughter with traditional Deku values... where he could be kept safe from battle and interlopers... receive a nice education... and grow up happy.

Shortly after their arrival in the fabled woods, Guy Orion Denzrita the third came into being. He along with his family were soon able to entwine themselves with the community and ways of Lost Woods... although despite how they tried to be traditional, there was always something a bit off about them. Maybe it was the Gerudo accent, their unique tastes in music, or perhaps the tendency for the married couple to engage in armed combat on the weekends for fun. Before Guy III would even become capable of speech, his first of two sisters would be born.

She would come to fit in rather well, but their son always seemed to have a rebellious streak. He was always ridiculously independent and reckless...

At the mere age of six, in a fit of rage, he stole his father's scimitar and fled into the woods. He wanted to prove he was just as tough, if not more so, than the Gerudo-raised parents he had. He was stronger than his classmates, he had a unique heritage--he was not just another normal, boring Deku Scrub.

He expected to find maybe a Keese... or a crow... something he could handle. After a while of wandering, however, he seen became completely lost. Every region of the forest looked to be identical. Not only that, but there wasn't a monster to be found... maybe the Kingdom had taken care of them all...?

At least, that seemed plausible until the howl of a Wolfos tore through the air. The boy shook in fear, turning around to see the beast charging towards him at full speed, claws drawn.

"Damnit, boy!" Came his father's cry. The man swooped in as if right on cue. Without the sword his son stole, Guy II was forced to catch the beast's talons into his hand--cutting so deep he couldn't help but let out a shriek of pain. Without any alternative, the adult Scrub immediately spat out a Deku Nut right into the beast's face, causing it to draw back and howl, giving him the upper hand.

From that point forward, the battle was easy for a warrior such as his father... and even though the two of them brought home a Wolfos pelt that day, they each from that day forward carried an added weight in the hearts.

Guy III at first neglected his arrogance and recklessness... Not only did he make his father worry, but the scar on his hand would never heal completely. He would always have that reminder of what happened here today--of this mistake... stealing from his own father... though in time, he would come to forget.

Guy II, however, would carry this scar not only in his hand, but seared into his mind as well. His son never knew it, but he had been following him the entire time, watching over him. There was something in the boy not unlike himself, a yearning to explore and experience... and to face the thrill of battle. It was not a wise gene they shared, that, but at that time he felt he should nurture it. After seeing his son almost killed by a monster, however, that attitude forever changed. He would never be able to forgive himself for being so reckless as to allow his toddler of a son into such a dangerous situation... Never again would he stray from the path of raising his son in the traditional Deku Scrub manner.

The third of his line would be raised in a very respectful manner, though he could never respect it at the time of life he needed to. He was, in essence, a spoiled brat. His parents sent him to an expensive private educator, on which he constantly played hooky. His parents often fed him the finest of nutrients and mineral water to encourage his growth, which he avoided like poison. Perhaps most dramatically, his father acquired for him an extremely fine set of Deku Pipes, a traditional instrument of his heritage. It was the sort of thing which, in his own less-fortunate youth, he could only have hoped to have. But, he broke it. Not accidentally, nor without realizing how expensive they were. In a fit of rage, the boy exclaimed, "I'm sick of this!" and broke his father's precious gift right before his eyes.

Rage begot more rage. Never had the younger Guy see his father so upset, so filled with disappointment and fury. Despite what he could have done, he did not even once lay a hand on his precious son. But his words could not have been any more harsh, and the punishment the lad received in tears was by far the most brutal--if deserved--of his still-young lifetime.

Not wanting to deal with this punishment, with his father's anger, with his mother's disappointment, much less how they compared him to his "oh-so-successful" younger sister, and most of all being forced into the traditional Deku ways, the young Guy under the cover of night fled from his homeland. He had only just become a teenager, and had nothing but a handful of rupees to his name, without even a shirt on his back.

By now, he had learned how to navigate the twisting lost woods with expertise, as all adult Scrubs of the area knew how to do. Finding his way out of his homeland was not a problem, and it would still be quite some time before he began to get homesick. "I don't need them," he often mumbled, "or that rotten forest!"

For over a day his little legs carried him through the field of Hyrule, knowing well that there were cities of these strange Hylian creatures... or Gorons... or even the Gerudo his parents knew... or other things... only not having any idea how to get to them. Deprived as he was of his unappreciated luxuries, he managed for the time to survive on water and sunlight. Eventually, he would see in the distance a certain city. Hoping to find a warm bed of leaves or delicious water filled with minerals, the young Scrub beelined straight for it.

"Lon Lon Ranch," said the sign hanging above his pathway. Guy had heard the name before, knowing there were some strange sorts of monsters raised here... like Cows, and Horses... not terribly different in purpose from the Snappers occasionally ridden back home. But it was dark; all the monsters and Hylians must be inside, and he was too exhausted from the miles and miles of walking he did that day that he collapsed into what he assumed was some form of leaf bed. It was, in actuality, a pile of hay which was throughout the night insulted for being so uncomfortable.

On the day after, the puny lad was somewhat shy and unsure of himself amongst the sparse crowds of Hylian giants towering over him. Sheepishly, he tried to ask the occasional passerby for a leaf bed, or maybe some mineral water, only to realize that such things weren't available here... and not only that, but they would cost rupees.

"Rupees!" The young Guy exclaimed to one such individual, "I have those!" He reached into the leaves hanging from his neck, before producing not only one, but two shining green little gems... which failed to impress anyone but the occasional patronizer feigning kindness.

"Now then, where's your mother?" They would ask.

He wasn't that young, Guy would think to himself. This wasn't much older than his father was when he joined the guard in that... town with a clocktower... to the west. Maybe that would be a better place, he thought to himself, since they have Deku Scrubs there, they must also have leaf beds and mineral water... although he was mildly hating the thought that he might be forced to live with Deku Scrubs again.

With a new goal in mind, the Scrub needed to figure out how to reach such a fabled town. Although it took some doing, he eventually managed to find a rather generous and intelligent Hylian who knew of the town--and at the very least, the general direction of it. "Southwest of here... must be at least a couple-hundred miles, though." The bearded farmer mused, "Castle Town is the closest city in that direction, probably."

Since his body was small and light, the then-cute little boy of wood managed to convince a soft-hearted woman to take him along on her wagon. Apparently she was delivering her family's goods to a merchant in the city anyway, and his body was both small and light, making for easy additional cargo. The entire ride went on without a hitch, unsurprisingly, as it would be many years before monsters would come into these fields. There was something unusual about her compared to other Hylians, Guy thought, that her skin was much darker than usual... and she had such a bulky build for a woman, too.

The red-headed lass driving the wagon, however, was also a bit of a chatterbox. As would be expected from someone who was all too used to making these trips alone, perhaps. She ended up probing him with wave after wave of questions... what was someone so little doing out here? Why did he leave home? And, perhaps most critically, "What's your name anyway, little fellow?"

"Guy."

At this simple remark, her eyebrow raised quizzically, "...And what is your father's name?"

"...Guy."

"...And your grandfather?"

"... ...He was Guy, too."

"What's your full name, then?"

He groaned, and would have rolled his eyes if Deku Scrubs were even capable of doing so, "Guy Orion Denzrita III. It's a silly name."

She sighed heavily, "I'm sure your father misses you, Guy. He's a good person..." Such began a rather tedious attempt at what the young and ignorant Scrub perceived as pessimism trying to break him away from his quest. Inevitably, however, she ended up with, "But I know I can't stop you. When we get to Castle-Town, there's something I have to give you. If I know anything about your father, you will not only need a weapon, but already know how to use it."

As reluctant as Guy was to continue the conversation, he couldn't help but wonder how this woman supposedly knew his father... but on that, she remained quiet. As good as she was at shoving questions down his throat, she was equally adept at evading them.

After two days' travel, she dropped him off at what was then the market district, giving him advice to find a job and make a living for himself... earning rupees... which would help him in his future endeavors, whatever they were. She could tell he was selfish, even more so than his father, and would inevitably not be satisfied with living a simple, carefree life. She sighed, thinking how the easy and relatively needless lifestyle of Deku Scrubs always seemed wasted on the ambitious. He had, as she remarked, much to learn outside the world of Lost Woods. Before bidding him farewell, she dropped into his hands the weapon she promised--it was a relatively simple knife, yet instantly reminded the boy of his father's scimitar.

At first the boy searched for a means of travel to the clocktower town... but almost no one had heard of it, let alone knew how to get there. Between his random questioning, his orange eye spotted many transactions of those little gems... these rupees seemed much more common here than in the Lost Woods...

After spending a good while observing, he began to discover that he quite liked this aspect of 'people-watching,' he heard someone call it. It allowed him to quickly learn quite a bit about the town, what 'making a living' meant... how to earn rupees... and how rupees can get you what you want. Unfortunately, as he soon discovered, no one was all too eager to hire a spoiled Deku Scrub kid with no work experience, no recommendations, no relevant skills, and who was for all intents and purposes a nobody.

As a young Zora lad soon told him, "There are only two occupation for those like you and I, who have fallen through the cracks and landed in this abyss. No one will give us rupees, so we just have to take them ourselves. The question is, are you going to be some worthless beggar who relies on charity, or will you take everything you want and more?"

Such began what Guy would come to know as his next life. He was taken under the wing of this Zora lad and a rag-take group of city urchins, of various ages and races, though mostly young and obviously from unfortunate backgrounds. Although at first he felt uneasy about stealing, he quickly grew over it and began to think of it in terms of survival and greed. They were all just worthless people in this city, he began to believe, and if they can't hold onto their rupees tightly enough, they might as well be mine.

Over the next five years, the Scrub would make a living off pickpocketing, now and again defending himself with the knife the Gerudo gave him. In time he began to forget the town centered around a clocktower, as well as his former home of the Lost Woods. He instead came to know every corner of this city and every important person within it. Almost every day he found his pockets filling with rupee after ill-gotten rupee, whether pickpocketed, stolen outright, or taken by force. At the time, he could not keep a rupee to save his life--each and every one was spent almost immediately on something trivial, only to make him need to seke out more. Amusingly enough, no one seemed to suspect a cute little Deku boy of being a ruthless thief...

...although that began to change as he became a young adult. Growing up in this city of modernity, he grew something of a spartan attitude. For a Scrub, his body had become incredibly toned and designed not only to intimidate as much as possible with what little muscle his race could muster, but also to enhance his ability to defend, assault, and outrun.

He rebuked his Deku heritage even more than he had before, and took to regularly cutting the leaves that naturally protruded from his neck. Instead, he began wearing the clothes of Castle-Town: trousers, boots, gloves, even shirts and coats. He picked up a process from one of his Deku contacts about to make the head-leaves more Hylian-like; thin, wavy. Upon reaching the age of seventeen, his 'leaves' could hardly even be recognized as such. Their closest analog would be long, flowing pine needles of about a foot in length. At the time, he even assumed popular Hylian hairstyles.

He had outgrown the group that he had come to know, instead working by himself, only with the support of fencers to take in his stolen goods. Greed and moneylust consumed him for reasons to this day he still doesn't fully understand. There was nothing he truly wanted, yet he simply wanted more rupees, more and more and more. He began to buy things simply because they were expensive, getting himself a fancy new knife or two, which over the years was a weapon he became more and more proficient with using. His heart had become cold, his mind closed. Nothing else mattered. He was an obsessed kleptomaniac, and his unique appearance made him all the more infamous throughout the city--both to be feared by civility, and to be sought by authority.

It was quite miraculous that he was never apprehended, given the skill of the Hyrule Guard. He seemed to have a natural talent for evading authority and hiding within crowds, even with his incredibly distinct appearance. Nonetheless, there were dozens of close calls that could have easily ended with him spending the next few decades of his life in prison.

This continued as his daily life, until a routine mugging in a dark alley, he found himself robbing what at first seemed like just another Business Scrub at the end of a knife. As usual, his face was hidden behind a long, flowing red scarf--he was, after all, known as the Red Bandit.

Normally these business types were cowards eager to give up their goods, but this one was resolute... resilient... it was as if somewhere he had learned how to not be a pathetic coward like most of his race. It couldn't be helped, Guy thought at the time, that he needed to be subdued in order for his mission to proceed. He had a reputation to uphold, after all--who would he be if a mere Business Scrub got the best of him?

In a series of unfortunate events, Guy's knife had been stained with the sap of a fellow Scrub for the first time... but he didn't care. He simply ruffled through the corpse that laid at his feet, searching for anything of value. There wasn't much... some pottery that seemed to have Gerudo insignias... probably not anything of value outside of the swarm of rupees in his possession. But Guy just so happened to stumble across a pile of the fellow's business cards...

'Varun Vos - Business Scrub Association.'

..."Vos," Guy mumbled aloud. No, it couldn't be... That would be impossible... Sure, he might have Gerudo pottery but... Vos could have been a rare family name but... but... a Gerudo accent might be almost unheard of in a Scrub, even... but.... but.... but.....!

Guy threw down the business cards and withdrew deep into his red scarf, hiding his face from existence as he hurriedly walked in the opposite direction. A chord had been struck. Over the past five years, he had been building layer upon layer of defenses over his heart, thick with impenetrable metal. But in a mere moment, something had reached in to strike that chord at his very soul, the fragment of him that was still compassionate, and the vibrations resonating throughout every last wall and shattering them in an instant. All at once, he felt so helpless... again like a rebellious, spoiled little child... who had slain his own mother's father over a paltry sum of mere rupees...

Over the next few months, the Red Bandit would all but disappear from the headlines of Castle-Town, yet, he still remained one of the city's most-wanted criminals. Guy only stayed in the city for a few hours more, sulking pathetically in his hideout. Most of his ill-gotten possessions would be left behind for the time being. He would take only his scarf, his trousers, his boots, the Justice III, and a paltry sum of rupees with him. The lad decided he had more than enough of this life, yet realized that because of it, staying anywhere near this city would be far too great a risk for him. With that thought in mind, he carefully made his way out through the city's main entrance just before sunrise, only able to do so with a friend's disguise and immense luck.

The many contacts he had gained over the years were left without their precious Red Bandit, not left even the slightest clue as to why. Most would never hear from him again. One, however, would run into him many years later...

In the meantime, the youngest of the three Guy Denzritas made his way south. After several days' travel, he arrived at a reclusive town he had heard but never seen: Nabooru. According to what he had overheard of it, it seemed like the perfect place to get a new start... a better start, with a respectable living. It was hidden in mountains and forest, small but not too small, peaceful, and--most importantly of all--devoid of much Hyrulean Guard involvement.

Despite those initial positive thoughts, the next several weeks was spent squandering the few rupees he had taken on countless beverages... all of them alcoholic. Night after night he drained his sorrows in the sadistic elixir, mourning not only his grandfather, but the loss of his place in Castle-Town, and--more than anything--the feeling that he could never show his face in the Lost Woods. Not now, nor ever again.

On his fifteenth night on the town of Nabooru, the Scrub had all but passed out from Lon Lon's signature vodkas, with his wooden face laid heavy on the counter top. It was quite a sight, considering his minuscule body had to stand on the bar stool for his face to lay there. Concerned, a certain young lass came over his way--although Guy was too wasted to know it at the time, she was a young Gerudo who until that point was somewhat renowned in the area as an exotic and beautiful lass.

"Sir, are you alright?" Her tone was surprisingly kind, though thick with a southeast accent.

"I'm... I-I'm... fine. Maybe I might have come close to having too much or something. Not like it matters. This world is full of bullshit, you know? It's just... it's just like... what the fuck am I supposed to do? I only have one rupee left, and I really don't think I should spend it on more... more of this shit," he pushed one of several empty brown bottles to the side.

The maiden sighed. Every night it seemed like there would always be one like this, one who stayed past closing time, but was too drunk to leave. "...Well, I'm not one to pave your path in life. But I do believe that when you have nothing pointing out the right direction, you should start running in whatever direction you can find. Nothing is worse than standing still forever."

He thought silently on her words for almost a full minute... 'Nothing is worse than standing still.' This were words he would have to remember, he mused, as they seemed too true.

"...Sir? Did you fall asleep?"

Her hand extended out as if to shake him, but just when it was about to make contact, he lunged up with a shout, "ALRIGHT! I have decided!"

"...What is it that you have decided?"

"I have decided! That!" He paused momentarily to unsheathe the Justice and stab it into the counter, before reaching into his pocket for a certain something. "To make my last rupee your tip!"

"Oh my... well, thank you."

"Yes. Very well." He couldn't have possibly had a heavier buzz at this point. "Don't mention it. I will take your advice. In the meantime, I suggest you live by it as well... Miss... Miss...?"

"Ardin. Miss Ardin Alta."

"Ah! Yes. I shall remember that name." He would forget it by morning. "And mine happens to be Guyzra Denforth... Guise... Guy Denzrita." The drunkard shrugged callously, "Or something like that."

"I see. Nice meeting you Mr. Denzrita. Now, then..." After a rather tedious ordeal, the lass managed to convince him to leave the bar so they could close up shop, "Although you're more than welcome to come back tomorrow night.~"

On that next night, however, Guy found the bar devoid of the Gerudo lass he had met earlier... and the fact he could not remember her name, let alone what she looked like, did not help him find her. For a while, he began to think of her as a figment of his subconscious--as if it was all a dream--and even as he forgot her, he began to live by the advice she gave him.

Two days after his last rupee was spent, Guy realized he had to climb back on the bandwagon. He yearned for a respectable lifestyle, one of which he could be proud... but how exactly one acquired such a thing was but one of many lessons he never properly learned.

Although it took some wheeling and dealing, eventually one of the barkeepers he had come to know was piteous enough to hire him. Though the pay was lackluster and the prestige minimal, a waiter-by-day-and-bartender-by-night was the first proper occupation Guy had ever held. And, at the time, he was actually quite proud of himself for obtaining it.

Over the next couple years, he realized that his demeanor actually made for quite the server. He had an attitude, but was able to feign kindness and was surprisingly able to warm hearts. Apparently, as he discovered, that makes for a good bartender. On top of that, he was always performing entertaining feats of dexterity with the numerous bottles used to mix drinks. At first he didn't even realize they were 'feats'--these sorts of acts were common ways to merely pass time in the ring of street urchins he grew up with. He soon realized, however, they were impressive enough to get him a pretty decent raise when a prestigious customer was impressed.

At the time, this line of work satisfied him fairly well. He made a few friends and many acquaintances, and managed to wriggle out of his customers countless stories of their adventures and the world itself.

By the time the Scrub was encroaching on the age of twenty, however, he was beginning to tire of this line of work. There came a time when the mysterious young Gerudo's words would echo back to him... more and more often, until he thought of them every night. He felt he was standing still once more... but he had been happy here over the last several months. Why was he beginning to feel miserable? Where was he to run?

The answers eluded him for days... then weeks... Eventually, however, he would find the answer he was seeking, without finding anything at all. During a particularly slow night at the bar, a Zora in Hylian garb strode through the front doors. His kind was particularly rare in this area, being hundreds of miles from Lake Hylia or Eastern Sea... although Guy had served them on the rare occasion. What made him most apparent was not at first his species, but in fact the golden device strapped at his side, and the elegant drifting with which he strode across the floor.

Quietly, the Zora lad asked, "I hope no one is using this stage...?" He stepped upon the small platform at the pub's far side, used only once in a blue moon by a comedian, band, or some other form of cheap entertainment. Policy was that, except on certain dates, anyone who wanted to use it was free to do so. Rarely did that happen, however...

With no more than Guy and a pair of half-conscious Hylian drunkards filling the room, the young man closed his eyes, pressed his lips to the instrument, and began to play. The music which filled the room immediately overwhelmed the young Scrub. This melody, this sound... he thought to himself.. it was so powerful yet so beautiful and elegant. It was so dashing. So masculine. So wonderful. He did not until this point even realize he was capable of recognizing something of beauty. As the minutes past, his thoughts drowned out, and his mind was filled with nothing but the celestial notes which filled the room. Even the Hylians seemed impressed with the musician's skill.

An hour of subtle euphoria would pass before the private concert finally came to a complete close. Without saying a word, the young man took the instrument from his lips and bowed, mumbling, "Thank you," and began to head for the door.

Guy was not the most outgoing or complimenting of individuals, and never would be, but he couldn't help but scurry over to the man's side and ask, "What... What is that instrument? Who are you? That was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced." He didn't even realize the weight of his words until they were released.

"It's a Saxophone... my name is Rialis... and thank you very much, that is the greatest compliment my music has yet received." His manner of speech was shy and awkward, yet charming in its own way. Over the next several hours, the two of them would talk... but 'talk' hardly seemed to describe it. When Guy normally speaks with another individual, it's to an end, and his words are often rushed. Yet, in this conversation, he found himself... carefully selecting what he said... and often found their trade-offs were of no deliberate topic. At times there was silence that lasted for several minutes, with the two young men simply looking at each other

...Much occurred that night. Somewhat strangely, it ended up being when Guy initially discovered he was apparently born... infertile...

The next morning, Rialis stayed only a few minutes before he declared he was headed towards the next city. At first his little Scrub friend had the sudden urge to accompany him, before realizing the next city was none other than Castle-Town. Shot down before he even spoke a word. He had recently began to forget about his transgressions in that town, moving on without even realizing it. Yet, he was reminded all too easily that the city had not forgotten him...

The two ended up parting ways on that dawn, each with a soft smile and unspoken words. As Guy watched the closest friend he had yet to know stride away... not looking back... he realized something was growing within him... a certain yearning. He was satisfied with his life here. But. Only satisfied. There was no passion, no fire, not even adrenaline... not like he felt in Castle-Town, nor like how he felt when with Rialis.

Over the next day, he would spend the next day handing in his resignation, bidding farewell to the few he held close, and selling or giving away the various items which made up his humble abode, including the home itself. As he had done the last time, only rupees, clothing, and the current incarnation of the Justice were taken with him upon his departure.

Even before leaving, he had known his destination--Kakariko Village, the city his grandfather had helped to build. However, he also realized reaching it would mean passage through either Death Mountain or the Eastern Sea... The latter wasn't an option for numerous reasons: he didn't have money to purchase a boat, he couldn't swim, and... he still had a fear of water (and the Eastern Sea is pretty much as much water as you can get). However, he wasn't too keen on the mountains either. The climb was only a portion of the problem; the Gorons were what discouraged him. From most of what he had heard, seeing only a handful of them in Nabooru and even less in Castle-Town, they were moronic brutes with too much power in their arms and too little in their minds.

It took hours and hours of trading through Nabooru's thick forest, climbing mountains, to reach the first of them. Even now, Guy still remembers the look on the Goron's face as he strode up to the hulking stone golem. Arms crossed. Stern glare. The Scrub supposed the sight of himself--even more so with red scarf and flowing green mane--was seen as freakish, especially amongst such judgmental a people. Perhaps it was because of that, or perhaps it was because of his unimpressive size, but he was not granted passage by this ignorant and stubborn brute. "Why should I let one such as you tread upon our great mountain?" Guy still remembers the exact words, and how foolish they sounded to him.

At first he attempted to evade and run past the beast, failing only once before receiving a vicious swat to his face that sent him flying down dozens of feet along the cliff-face he had just scaled. Was this death?

No, not quite... His years running from authority as a youth in Castle-Town had, surprisingly enough, enabled him to think at his best when he needed it most... whether a guard was about to snatch him by the hair, or he was speeding down the length of Death Mountain.

The Scrub deftly whipped out his knife, stabbing it into a relatively weak point of the rock wall with the sum of his then-meager strength. His arm nearly tore off in the process, but he managed to slow his otherwise-lethal descent at the cost of destroying his blade. Filled with rage, he snatched hold of the wall itself and tore up upon its length at blinding speed.

He leaped over the cliff'd edge to see the same Goron with its back turned. "You son of a bitch! My best friend made that knife! You almost killed me!! What the fuck, mudface!?!" Mudface, as he believed, was quite the insult for a Goron... and the vicious glare he received in return all but made that clear.

There was some sort of enraged babble sprouted from the brute's lips, but it couldn't even be deciphered. To make a long story short, the Scrub ended up evading punch after punch from the monster, each of them aflame and packing enough force to break rock... let alone a little wooden face. But even as his bare-handed attacks did little but stun the beast, Guy found himself unyielding, not so someone like this--not someone so arrogant and stupid.

Before either of them sustained great injury, a pack of Gorons came rushing up from behind... analogous to the Hyrule Guard, it seemed. They ended up breaking off the fight and apprehended the Goron, charging him with several counts of homicide.

"I'm terribly sorry about this," began a Goron with a more respectable demeanor, "I hope you haven't gotten a bad idea about our people or our mountain from him..." With the situation calmed down a bit, Guy ended up walking back to the then-prosperous Goron City with this newfound acquaintance... Gabe, it turned out to be.

In an extremely generous effort to make good on what their former brother had done, Gabe ended up giving Guy a place to stay for a few days, and even got one of the local blacksmiths--the city had countless--to craft a brand new Justice to his exact specifications. It would be by far the finest incarnations of the weapon there would ever be, until Guy himself became a bladesmith and had a first hand in its crafting.

Through a series of coincidences, Guy ended up staying here for much longer than he originally intended. Despite his initial impressions, the people had a powerful charm to them... not terribly unlike the Gerudo his parents spoke of in his youth. He ended up familiarizing himself with their strange culture, learning of how highly they value pride, truth, and strength.

It was around this time that the young Deku first began a daily routine of physically training his body. It was a routine that he would miraculously maintain over the next four decades, changing many times, and would only stray when too injured or sick to accompany it. He honed not only in the natural agility which he was born and familiar with, but with this newfound power which he found to be invaluable. What good was dodging every Goron's punch when his counterattacks couldn't even do damage?

After just over a year in this city of stone, Guy found himself relatively fluent in the ways of Goron. He took a great deal of time and effort, but he had also become much stronger and deft for battle than he came. He had taken Gabe's generous offer of training, learning the ways of battle which Gorons had honed through countless generations. Obviously, the Scrub needed to adapt many aspects to his own body--a palm thrust wasn't exactly the most practical option when your body was only sixty pounds. Simultaneously, however, he became extremely skilled at taking on foes larger and greater than himself, using Judo and various other martial arts to overcome some the limitations of the body he was born in, and complimenting many of its strengths. It was during this year that he first acquired and began to use Bombs, an aspect of his arsenal and combat style that would be key for decades to come.

After all this time passed, however, he eventually came to realize it was once again time to move on. With a surprisingly new outlook on life, and a more spartan attitude than the one he held before, Guy finally moved on from the mountain and headed towards Kakariko--if only to keep running in a direction, no matter what that direction was.

The next leg of Guy's life, for years on end he would be wandering through Hyrule and experiencing countless adventures. As an elderly Business Scrub of Kakariko would tell him upon his journeys, "You share the same wanderlust of your grandfather."

At first he worked at one of few inns in Kakariko, one founded by a good friend of his grandfather; then became for a short time a (very unsuccessful) profession gambler both there and on the road; worked for several years as a travelling mercenary not unlike his father, clad in shining armor and wielding a proper sword, carrying himself along trade routes with any number of merchants, through the sea and the desert, and especially between Darunia and Mido, what with the heavy thief activity uprising there at the time; it was in Darunia cities he met an insane fellow Deku Scrub obsessed with fire, adhering it as celestial and worshiping some sort of deity named Gesto, whom from Guy himself actually began to grasp a decent understanding of magic use; in Mido, he even for a few months worked as a mere waiter; last but far from least, he for a time resided on the then-foreign isle of Dragon Roost, getting to know not only the Rito people as a whole, but a certain gargantuan black dragon he dubbed Cobalt. Each of these segments of his life in of themselves could fill a volume...

Eventually, however, he stumbled across the seldom-heard profession of Dungeoneering, a rather difficult but also lucrative one. As such an individual, he was tasked clearing out countless underground structures--dungeons, forgotten temples, forest alcoves--of monsters who still survived from years ago, hiding from the world. This was perhaps his most ideal occupation, as in it he kept many allies--an excited young Zora whose name escapes him, an insane Deku Witch who almost killed him on countless occasions (with a name he can never forget), even Gabe the Goron whom he helped clear out certain regions of the North Hills, surprisingly enough a lizard-like creature of a race he did not then know, and countless more. He gained mountains of rupees and other treasures--included his ever-beloved Defiance, his trusted Hover Boots, and many other treasures that he came to drag with him wherever he went. Above all, however, it filled him with excitement and adrenaline, satisfaction and passion.

However, he eventually felt it should come to an end. Upon reaching the age of thirty or so, with countless adventures stuffed under his belt, and more treasures than he could carry, he bid farewell to his then-comrade, a skilled Deku Scrub fistfighter. She couldn't quite understand it, but when prompted to explain himself, all Guy could say was, with an apology, "You may think I'm lost, but I just like to wander."

Not wishing to stray too far from the path of dungeoneering, however, Guy ended up taking up the mantle of the similarly-rare profession of ancient alchemy, of altering and using the elements of nature for oneself. He had first heard of it in Nabooru years prior... It was a daunting undertaking, one which required from him extreme devotion, practice and study. It was for this reason that he put off undertaking it so long, and also why he could never truly excel, being the type to dabble in many things at once.

The first parts of this profession went well, with him grasping a basic understanding of Wood Alchemy--easily enough, being made of it. After that, however, he could never seem to progress. His determination eventually faded, left with a scar on his hand, an alchemical rune that would remain there for several years more...

For the time being, however, he abandoned that line of work to heading into piracy. He felt safe enough in the water when equipped with Zora Armor, one of numerous treasures he had obtained over the past few years, yet still found the whole experience of being in open water disturbing. It was not unlike dungeoneering... In one of a couple different crews he joined, he found himself exploring countless distant lands, learning of a vast world beyond that of Hyrule, of races he had never seen, of cultures he could never even understand, all while becoming rich and feared... ...however, he always dreaded the raids of innocent villages, and the guilt began to weigh heavier and heavier upon him. Fearing he would make the same mistakes of his youth, Guy eventually left the legion of pirates he had helped to form, instead taking up residence again in Hyrule upon the age of thirty.

There was, like his father, a recurring urge to be with Deku Scrubs... in the woodland, once again. But his cowardice led him not to his homeland of the Lost Woods, but instead to Kokiri Forest. It was here that, for a short while, he lived under the service of the Deku Tree. In its infinite wisdom, the tree recognized the boy as of his grandfather's line, and was generous enough to accept his service. Only few months after living here alongside Kokiri, Koroks, and other Scrubs, however, there came an event that would forever change him.

There was a tiny Deku boy... being bullied by Kokiri. He had seen the entire thing from start to finish; this child was completely innocent. It was madness. This was--this was someone whose entire life was devoted to protecting them, and they were hunched over his body, spitting cruel insults and beating him with sticks from the Deku Tree himself. Perhaps these were the worst two apples who fell from the tree, but this offense could not be forgiven, and would never be forgotten. Never before and never again would Guy surrender his lenience and servitude, nor would he place much trust in the spoiled Kokiri race.

Though he spared the lives of the two bullies, his crimes would not bode well under the Deku Tree's judgement. This he knew well, as the biased old fool kept his children above all else--so precious, even more than those who worked every day to keep them safe.

Of the boy, Petal, Guy soon realized he had come from some western land... of which he had seen, but never heard. Unknown to him, it was the same land of the clocktower town from which his father had fled decades ago. He was already thirteen years of age, but still so helpless, knowing nothing of the world--not even what the mere word "rupee" represents. It... strangely, reminded him of his own ignorance in childhood, though this boy was far more gentle and intelligent than he was at a similar age. It reminded him of how better off he would have been with someone to guide him...

...Over a series of events, Petal ended up weaseling his way in as Guy's first and only pupil, seeking to be taught the ways of the world, the ways of strength and combat and upholding justice.

Over the next three years, Petal got what he wanted, and Guy experienced something that would forever open his eyes. The young boy grew into a fine alchemist utilizing the powers of wood and fire, which even his mentor could not master, using his vast willpower in the art to not only help the people but return with his mentor into the profession of dungeoneering, conquering countless monster hoards and acquiring much.

At the age of sixteen, the boy was nearly a man, and not only that, but a remarkable if atypical warrior if there ever was one, fighting with a wooden sword that bent unto his will. Guy trusted him more than anyone he had ever met, and kept him as close to heart as one would ever get. He began to realize... this is how his father must have felt. Their bond was closer than either of them could ever realize, and together they achieved the impossible countless times. It seemed there was no feat, no dungeon, no monster, which could overcome their nigh-superhuman teamwork.

Perhaps that is what made them so arrogant, so overconfident in their own ability. Death Mountain and the surrounding hills often became overpopulated with Dodongos. Population control of these beasts was easily among the most common tasks dungeoneers were then entrusted with, as the mighty Gorons often find taking care of the creatures... tedious.

Upon delving deeper and deeper into one such cavern of dodongos, however, the Deku duo hatched a scheme... to take down the very King of Dodongos himself to deal with this problem once and for all. There were plenty of the beasts already in Goron captivity, so there was absolutely no need for the wild pests to continue breeding.

...However, they lacked foresight. Never did they truly consider why no one ever ventured to do what they did.

Through a series of unfortunate events, they would eventually get what they sought to do... Filled with rage and sorrow, Petal would unleash upon the King Dodongo and every last minion in that cavern a power even he did not realize he was capable of achieving. A Master Alchemy, with a rune that burnt itself into the depths of his neck and overtook him... If only for a moment, he unleashed such force on the space around him that every last one of the hundreds of beasts were smashed to pulp against the cavern walls, to the point the cave itself crumbled and the hill completely caved in... with only the young Scrub crawling out, his small body protected by a field of force.

But, what spurred such an amazing feat? The sight of his mentor falling headlong into a sea of lava... all while the king blasted inflamed roars of triumph.

...The King would be replaced.

... ...Petal would not be able to hold onto his Space Alchemy long enough to use it again.

... ... ...The world would keep turning without the presence of one Deku Scrub.

But, for reasons that have yet to be fully understood, that very Deku Scrub was replaced with a poe bearing portions of his image. What occurred during this time is the most enigmatic thing Guy would know. It would all be a blur. He would only remember such overpowering sorrow... rage... unimaginable, unlike anything a mortal could feel... Something was unfinished. He was searching for something.

The first thing that would truly grace his cognition was the sight of... himself?... next to an eight-foot-tall Stalfos? They were on the deck of some ship in the middle of the ocean. But... he was in his own body... the individual who stood before him was different, somehow. "...Petal? ...My pupil?"

Both Petal, and to some extent the Stalfos, had their jaws dropped in disbelief. There would be tears.

It took a great deal of explaining, but three years had passed since Guy's passing. In that time, Petal had continued working as a dungeoneer, along the way drawing in the aid of the particularly unusual ally that stood adjacent him, Mode Seven. His appearance had changed much into that of Guy's, even going so far as to modify his leaves. Not only that, but never liking the name he was born with, the lad took on the moniker, "Guy Orion Denzrita IV..." The name would live on.

Never before then nor ever after would the man be so proud of anyone or anything. At first he yearned for nothing more than to go alongside his pupil and continue where they left off... but as he soon realized, things were not so simple. Petal had mourned his passing, had come to accept him being gone. He had grown incredibly independent, relying only upon his Stalfos companion. Things... simply could not go back to the way they were.

For the time being, however, Petal and his comrade set sail back to Hyrule, Guy's homeland. Along the way, it was explained as best as it could be how the one before them... seemingly... returned to life.

Petal had played a magical song called the Elegy of Emptiness, one which takes a tiny portion of the player's soul and makes a statue of them right then and there. He had played the song countless times before, but this... somehow it was different. Normally the statue that was produced bore his own resemblance, but the last one... was a bit different. It was.. a bit more like Guy. As Petal and his companion were inspecting it, curious about this, that's when a Poe came out of the sky as if from nowhere and dove into the statue, bringing it to life with the words Guy spoke.

The theory the three took to believe was that in life, part of Guy's and Petal's souls intermingled, hence why they were so close... and just by chance, what was taken into the statue was not of Petal, but of Guy. He explained how he felt he had been searching for something, anything, while he was a Poe. Perhaps it was this piece of himself, or perhaps it was Petal, but whatever it was, it seemed to have drawn him straight here... at least according to Petal's and Mode's accounts.

As grateful as he was for everything, and as happy as he was to see Petal a man... he realized it was not to last. Even calling the boy by his birthname seemed to embarrass him. It was with a heavy heart that the newborn man stood on the shores of Moruge, bidding farewell to who turned out to be his adoptive son... Seldom would the two ever communicate again, knowing it was not to be. However, each remained omnipresent in the other's thoughts.

For the first time in decades, standing on the shores of a swamp, Guy felt not merely wandering... but completely lost. He wondered if the world had changed all that much. He wondered what he should do now. As so many times before, he had in his arms the knife and shield Petal returned to him, as well as a magic cape-scarf around his neck, trousers, and boots. This was, he realized, his definition of garb. Standing here, with no strings attached, with nowhere and everywhere to go, no one at his side yet so many miles away at his back... Never before and never again would he feel so much like himself. "I am... Guy Orion Denzrita... the third." He turned towards Moruge... and the Lost Woods north of it... with a renewed resolve, "And I am my father's son."

Never before then did he fully realize what it meant to be... a father... a provider, a protector, someone who cared for you and cherished you the best way they knew how, which all too often was imperfect. He now realized, it has been far too long since returning to his homeland... too many days since his father last saw his face...

It took a few days of wading through Moruge and weaving around Lake Hylia, but his efforts this time would not be stopped. His progress would not be adhered by thoughts of reluctance or regret. Guy the second would see his son, and he would see him soon.

Eventually, the Scrub made his way to the woods... through the thick forest... and found the dwelling in which he was born. As was inscribbed above the doorway, it was indeed the Denzrita household still, even after over a score of years had passed.

The woman who answered the door was recognized instantly, but her face took a moment to adjust... silently, it peered into the face of the strange Scrub who know stood over her by several inches. Slowly, her glowing orange eyes widened, and her wooden hands shot out to embrace her lost son. She shed tears of sap, but not before rebuking and scolding her son for running away and leaving his entire family completely lost as to whether or not he was even alive.

Guy realized there was nothing he could do to make up for mistakes, but... as he realized... there is no sin a mother cannot forgive. In that moment, he knew he would forgive Petal for anything... just the same.

Over the next several hours, he ended up catching up with her, and she with him. Naturally, many details of his life were left unmentioned... despite his mother's unusual heritage in the Eastern Caves, he desired not she worry about her son rebelling against the Deku Tree or being an infamous criminal in Castle-Town.

She laughed in joy with his tales of the world, "Yes, you're definitely our son..." She sighed, "If only we had realized that sooner... If only your father was here to see this, Guy. In your own way, you've become so much like him. And so... accomplished."

The smirk was wiped off Guy's face in an instant, and the next moment so was his mother's, as she realized suddenly the error she had made.

As it turned out, Guy the second had passed away several years ago due to illness... He left most of his possessions to his wife and two daughters, but there was one thing he specifically be left for Guy, should he ever return... and he seemed the only one who adamantly believed he was still alive, though Mrs. Denzrita managed to leave out that detail. His memoirs were not to read by anyone else.

Within minutes, the third of his line held within his hands the fabled hardcover book of his father's penmanship. In grave silence, his mother left the room, leaving him to his paltry inheritance. The pages had become yellow.. tattered... dusty. Had it been so long?

Page after page... was filled with... thoughts of his father's mother... of Samuel... of the clocktower town... how even know they haunted him. He had told no one except his wife of these things, yet still feigned the cuts to be shallower than they were. There were good days, of course, yet towards the end especially... every little thing reminded him of Samuel. In his deathbed, it was the worst. It was not only the memories, but the disease itself that ensnared him in its vicegrip. His handwriting became worse and worse in the final days... he could only make out the last few words by speaking them aloud:

"...Guy... I want you to realize that the mistake of your youth was as much my fault as your own. I blame you for nothing. You will always have my forgiveness and my blessing, my son, no matter what path you chose in life."

...

"Mother, I apologize for my hasty departure, but there is something I must do. For my father." The words could not have been any more grave, and they were spoken with a firm stance and the papers clutched tight within his grip.

With a reluctant and silent nod, she let him go once more. She was not sure if he would ever be seen again, knowing all too well what it was he set out to do.

Over the next day, Guy sharpened the Justice as best he could, figured the location of the clocktower town, and prepared for departure. It would take several weeks, each day in of itself posing challenges... monsters in the region seemed to be growing more and more common... At this rate, it seemed they might even be able to start overtaking small settlements. While it was of concern to him, he had no desire for his path to stray. Not now. Never had he been so determined to see this to the end.

Eventually he arrived in the town, the only one in the world with a massive clock sitting upon a tower right in the middle of townsquare... It did not take long to locate Samuel. He was still so renowned in the town, even in his retirement... rich... and apparently he had in his time dozens of different brides... Deku, Hylian, Gerudo... even a Kokiri and a Rito...

In the dead of night, Guy slid his red scarf over his face once more... just as he had so many years ago in his youth. His plan had been constructed with every delicate detail, formed after days of surveillance. His expertise would not let it fail.

Every detail was carried out as planned... perfectly... just as the Scrub expected. Now he stood behind his uncle's rocking chair, silent and completely undetected. The room was filled with the soft, warm glow of a fireplace... the codger was skimming through some modern novel... but as he began to turn the page, he stopped abruptly. In a start, he shot up and whipped around, screaming in terror, "Who are you?!"

"Your brother's son, the Red Bandit."

It was at that precise moment the man found embedded between his eyes the Justice XIII, wet with sap, where it would remain until the next morning until the authorities claimed it as evidence.

A part of himself died at that moment, yet simultaneously, it felt as though something had been filled. There was little he could give his father in an attempt to make up for his mistakes... This was the best he had, the most he would ever be able to do. And he did it flawlessly.

However, upon exiting the room, he glanced from the corner of his eye a small and faded pictograph... perhaps fallen out of the slain man's robes. Too curious for his own good, Guy knelt down to closer inspect it. Taken years ago, with an extremely high-quality camera. Upon it was a very familiar face of a young Deku boy... With a trembling hand, the assassin reached to flip it over.

"Petal Denzrita, age six."

...

How was that even.

It couldn't have been.

But Samuel--

HOW WAS THIS HAPPENING AGAIN!?!

There was a vicegrip on Guy's heart... He was surprised it wasn't tighter. Over the years of adulthood, he had perhaps grown callous... yet even now, few experiences were as full of sheer agony as the sensation he now felt.

But nothing could be done... there was no repentance... All he could do was live for himself and escape. Never again would he return to that town. It held for him a certain inexplicable fear, as if to return would be begetting the mistake all over again.

Over the next few months, he managed to somehow convince himself that Samuel was abusive of Petal. That's why he ran away. It wasn't just a misunderstanding. Samuel was a terrible person, through and through, and could not possibly have been entrusted with being the father of someone so precious as Petal. At least... that's what Guy told himself... It was the only way he could deal with the pain; it was the only way he could keep himself from becoming his father, clinging to one transgression for the rest of his life...

...Once he managed to rise back onto his feet, emotionally, he at first sent a letter back to his mother and two sisters. Though he no longer felt as though he could look them in the eye, even less so than before, he had learned at least one thing from his past transgression. The one who birthed him at the very least has the right to know her son is alive and well.

Rather than seek out a new life has he had been doing repeatedly for the past two decades, Guy found himself slithering back into the profession of dungeoneering...

...

And then a bunch of other shit happened, like getting owned by a Gerudo, constructing a Deku saxophone, Ganon's invasion, building and losing a home in the Lost Woods, becoming a Bladesmith, meeting a comrade so trustworthy and valiant that Guy believes and respects him as a brother, and becoming a nomad.

This backstory will have a more proper prologue when I'm feeling more motivated.

Re: Guy Denzrita - Work-in-progress

Backstory notes
(There's spoilers, if you would care about that.)
-36-
Samuel
Dante 1
ardin ace alta/rauru
Deku Saxophone
Builds residence in Lost Woods
-40- Ganon's Invasion
Dante 2
Settles down in Lost Woods
-45-
Bladesmith
Returns to find his Lost Woods home razed, seeks the one who did it
Becomes a nomad over the next several years
...other stuff?
-55-
Dante 3

"Or perhaps they were in the same dungeon, took different paths, but reached the end at the same time and were fighting over treasure."

Re: Guy Denzrita (sorta finished)

At the moment I don't have time to read over all of it, but I did skim most of it. I say it looks good. Tonight or the next I'll be reading the whole thing, but for now go ahead and role play with him.

+1 Power from being promoted to Veteran, bringing his PWC to 4/1/4

Completed a pair of quests here: viewtopic.php?f=59&t=153

+40 rupees earned
+Gordon the horse "permanently borrowed"
+Wall-Walking skill remembered
+Epona's Song learned

Due to the Chrismas Event, Guy snatches up another 10 rupees, bringing his total from 40 to 50.

Due to The Twister's Event, Guy learns the Handheld Illusion spell.

Guy spent 40 rupees to buy an Adventure Pouch, as seen here:
http://forums.hyrulecastle.org/index.php?threads/pouch-get-solo.2275/

Due to The Twister's Return, Guy gains the Summon Keese spell.

...Good to know he's accomplished almost nothing since getting one of these tricks last year.

Thanks to completing the Shadow Temple, Guy gains a pair of Hover Boots. He also snatched up 10 rupees, bringing his total from 50r to 60r.

Thanks to completing City in the Sky, Guy has learned Propel, and advanced to the third level of Profession. His rupee total drops from 60r to 25r.

Due to a strange encounter with the Holiday Moblin, Guy gains 15 rupees--climbing from 25r to 40r.

Between his ventures in Lakebed Temple and Arbiter's Grounds, Guy...
+ Advances to 6th level of his Profession, Thief.
+ Recovers a Staff of Tremors from a torture chamber.
+ Finds a Silver Scale in an underwater treasure chest, thanks to someone who can actually swim.
+ Gains an additional 45 roop, bringing his total from 40r to 85r.

While venturing through the Temple of Courage alongside Wiki, Guy scooped up another 40 roops, and advanced to 7th level in his Profession, Thief.

Thanks to an unfortunate incident with a very twisted individual, Guy has become a 'Stone Scrub,' and lost his Plant Composition. He also lost 7 roops.

Gaining a total of 33 roops, Guy has advanced from 85r to 118r.

Thanks to a curious purchase, Guy gains the ability to cast Fire from his bare hands or snout.

It cost him 30 roops, however, dropping him from 118r down to 88r.

After completing Skyreach alongside a religious nut, an insane bitch, and a goody-goody, Guy advances to level 8 in his Profession, Thief.

After pilfering barrels full of valuable oil straight out of the past and returning to the present, Guy fittingly advances to level 9 and then level 10 of his Thief profession. The Temple of Time had to be good for something, right?

Of course, he immediately blew some of these rupees at a Curiosity Shop to gain Fireshield Earrings and a Backshift Cape.

Guy's total rupee total has dropped from 118 to a mere 45, however.

Guy snagged a Beetle from the Curiosity Shop for 25 rupees. His roop count drops from 45 to 25.

Thanks to a twisted encounter, Guy lost his Fireshield Earrings, gambled away his Beetle, forgot how to Water Hop, and spent 33 rupees. In exchange, he has become an 'Obsidian Scrub' with no shadow, who can separate his soul from his body in a complicated manner.

Guy's roop total drops from 45 to 12.