Name: Zerius Age: Kind of complicated. About 22? A little over a thousand? a few months? Read the backstory. Gender: Male Race: Goron Place of Origin: Lost Woods PWC: 4/2/2 Treasures: -Dark Mirror -Flame Choke Height: 6'0" Weight: 500 lbs. Equipment: Heavy armor that covers his skin completely. It has ominous runes on it and an odd shape that doesn't resemble any current armor styles. It seems to have no function in addition to armor but is a bit intimidating. When questioned Zerius mentions he forged it himself from the blood of those who asked too many questions. Appearance: "Zerius" is large, even for a goron. His skin tone is an otherwordly shade of black and this usually helps the intimidating look he goes for. He usually dresses in heavy clothing to cover up his odd pigmentation when he needs to meet others civilly. He also posseses red eyes that seem to gleam in the darkness. He is fairly angular and always seems to have a scowl on his face. Personality: He holds a lot of emotional pain and trauma that festers in him and makes him have a hateful outlook on the world in general. He would leap at the chance to destroy the entire world or bring it into misery if he could. He has a permanent frown and always seems angry. He isn't very stable either, flying from irritation to full-blown rage in a split second. He never trusts what others have to say, instead relying on himself and his "friend". He isn't very bright, but his inner voice seems to be a bit less dull. The one thing he hates above all, however, is Ganon. He blames the Dark King for all of his troubles and pain, even moreso than he deserves. He rarely feels happiness or a positive emotion in any form other than when he gives in to his more sadistic side. Anger, loneliness, and hopelessness seem to rule his thoughts now. Residence: A dark cave deep within the Lost Woods. Pet: A boe named Zerius which he keeps within a pouch seemingly carved into his rocky stomach. Backstory: Zerius was once known as Talon Roriksen and was a merchant happily living in Death Mountain. He had a family and was content with his life. Then Ganon Invaded. Gorons were either killed or drove from their homes. Talon watched as his family was slaughtered before his eyes. Flying into a rage, the normally gentle goron felt his sanity and life slipping through his fingers. He ran from the mountain and kept running. He lost track of how long he ran, but it slowed to a walk when he lacked the strength, and then a crawl. Days, months, even years might have passed. He only knew he walked and walked upon that cursed road, trying to forget the pain he'd experienced. Eventually he wound up in Darunia with a poor memory and little recollection of who he was. He began his life as a thief, becoming a Robin Hood of sorts. He kept just enough to live off of and gave the rest of what he stole to the poor. After nearly 15 years of this he became quite adept at finding rich or morally deficient individuals which to rob and became known for his strength and fighting skill as well as his strangely ethical behavior, especially for a thief. One day he was traveling the lost woods in search of strangers when he noticed a glen he hadn't traveled to before. Deku Babas, Mad scrubs, and rotting flora abounded. Intrigued by this decrepit wasteland in the midst of such vibrance he decided to go further. After fighting past the mutated plants and working his way past the deadfall he came to dark cave. It felt cold and dead inside, but strangely captivating. Talon continued down the cave, hardly able to help himself. Inside he saw what was calling to him. There was a small mirror on a pedestal, flipped upside down with markings surrounding it in an ancient language he didn't know. Captivated, he reached towards the circular disk and turned it over. He saw himself, his true self. He saw his family perishing right in front of his helpless self once again, everything he'd surpressed and forgotten over the years. He saw every evil urge and deed he'd ever done and knew the evil face looking out at him was truly himself. Give in. He heard. You are no better than him. You are him. You couldn't save them and you can't save yourself. Miserably Talon silently agreed. He saw the rage burning in his reflected face and knew it was his own. He never acted on it, never had the guts to face Ganon and his minions. He wished he had the will to defy the Evil King, the power to destroy him. You can have such power, such strength of heart. He heard the whispering voice say. "How? Who are you?" Talon asked, scared of this shadowy presence. I am Zerius, but that does not matter now. Your time is over. We will take over for you, just give in. Dropping to his knees he saw his past replay itself over and over again in his mind. He felt rage, but was overwhelmed with despair. He could do nothing. But I can. The voice said. He looked into the mirror again and saw his shadowy self reach for him. Suddenly it was no longer reaching from another dimension, his throat began to tighten as his own black hands reached for his neck. Blinking and choking he looked into what seemed like his own face contorted with rage, "You spineless heartless WEAKLING!" the shadow roared at him, "How dare you stand there instead of me! I would have fought, saved them! You let everyone die in smoke and blood and fire!" Talon tried to make a coherent response but could no longer speak. Perhaps it was for the best that he die here. How could he live with himself after remembering, after knowing how he'd failed. Kill him! the voice shrilly screamed. His shadowy counterpart gave a grim smile and gave one final squeeze. Dark flames burst from its hands and he felt himself losing consciousness. For good. The dark Talon grunted and tossed aside his old self, literally and figuratively. Now let us go. The world has been kept waiting for too long. The shade smiled once, if briefly. The darkness in the place seemed to concentrate suddenly, forming a small sphere of darkness with two glowing red eyes. At last let us leave this wretched place, together. Talon gripped his original's knife and held it to himself. Taking a breath he plunged it into himself and carved a hole into his rocky skin. Zerius drifted into the cavity, camouflaged among the dark skin. "Now... We're free, right?" He asked the dark formless thing. Yes. At last, we are free. Stripped of power, wounded, but free. At last. The dark Talon smiled to himself. Freedom, he'd never had that before. Always locked up by the gentle weakling. At last indeed. He despised that wretched goron, he was nothing like him. He was no longer Talon. He would be someone else, his own person... Zerius.
