Ginevaryn (Gin) the Hero
Gender: Female
Eyes: Gold
Hair: Copper
Height: 5’3”
Age: Eighteen years
Gin, the reluctant hero, is not one to “make a habit of doing good.” Foolhardy and reckless, Gin is not one to choose her words wisely, but luckily has the weaponry training to eliminate any consequences that arise from crossing the wrong person. She has pale white skin and a muscular figure while retaining her femininity. Hair a messy mane of copper, she ties it back and has no use for spending time on primping. She probably hacks it off with a knife when it gets longer than her shoulders.
Raised in a secluded farmhouse a few miles east of Lake Hylia, Gin spent her childhood outside, working with the horses and tending crops with her older brother, Samuel. They had been raised isolated in their family home, that had been home of their ancestors for hundreds of years. Gin was raised on their family secret, and knew never, in any circumstance, to reveal what she was. A descendent of a Hylian that had been banished into the Twilight years before, but never crossed over to that land of exile. Throughout the years, the punishment that plagued the Twili in the far off world where they should have born began leaking into their family. It turned their skin pale, hair bronze, eyes golden and animalistic.
On the last days that her family lived, Gin didn’t know why the plague of the Twili hadn’t affected her as severely. Even her brother’s hands were blackened and his arms covered with odd fluorescent blue squiggles and designs as he lay on his death bed. They could not live in this lighted world, the goddesses were reaping their punishment, and although they were not banished into the Twilight, they would be punished.
In his last moments, Gin’s father revealed why they were dying. Because they were cowards, and with the new knowledge that the Princess Zelda, holder of the greatest wisdom of Hyrule had the key to her family’s plague, Gin left the world of her family as she knew it behind. Her parents had not sought out the answer to their death sentence, because they were cowards. Not even for their two children did they leave their farm. She sacked up the rupees that had been passed down from her ancestors, and strapped a long, simple sword, crafted in the Ordon province and gifted to her family long ago, to her back. Quiver and arrows slung over her shoulder.
Later, Gin found herself in Hyrule castle town, but little did she know a plot bigger than her and her fate was brewing with Princess Zelda in mind. Dressed in a high collared frock, leather pants, boots, and a long cloak wrapped tightly around her, she had never anticipated a princess saving journey. She had long turned away from the ancient, dark magic that she knew was buried deep inside of her, just as the Twili death that would eventually creep upon her, but she felt a foreign power crackling in her chest as she sat at Telma’s Bar, contemplating her next move.
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