Name: Nepton
Age: 27
Race: Zora
Gender: Male
Base Class: Gunslinger
Weapon of Choice: A scimitar and two revolvers.
Appearance: He is a Zora so he looks as such. But he does a good job at concealing it.
Personality: Nepton is mostly calm and doesn’t speak a whole lot. His calmness makes him come off as shy sometimes, but he’s not at all afraid to speak to anyone when he has something to say. He is ashamed of his Zora heritage, so he tries to live and act as much like a Hylian as possible. He often acts rather cold and intimidating, but in truth he’s got a heart of gold and cares deeply for those close to him.
Backstory: A Zora egg somehow ended up in Gerudo Valley around the start of the Hyrulean Civil War. It was found and cared for by a young Hylian couple who was part of a group of desert nomads. These nomads consisted of social outcasts and other outsiders who didn’t quite fit in with other individuals. The Hylian couple raised the Zora that hatched from the egg as their own son and named him Nepton. All of the nomads accepted him as one of the group and he was given a good desert outfit that would protect his Zora skin. He learned to fight with a scimitar at an early age and had soon mastered it. He had a good upbringing living with the nomads in the desert but he always felt ashamed of his heritage because he felt like his real parents either were fools who couldn’t keep track of their eggs, or that they even threw him away on purpose. Either way it wasn’t good. So Nepton spent most of his life trying to live and be as much as a Hylian as he could, even making an effort to hide the fact that he’s a Zora entirely. One day when Nepton was 19, during the time of Ganondorf’s reign in Hyrule, his surrogate parents along with some other desert nomads were killed in an Iron Knuckle attack. His Hylian parents had been using a revolver each all their lives, so after their deaths Nepton decided to carry their revolvers and use them to honor his parents. Everyone closest to Nepton had been killed so he left the nomad group and went on a spree, killing many Iron Knuckles to ease his mind. But the sorrow and emptiness in his heart remained. For the past several years he has been a lone gunslinger, mostly active around the border to the desert.