|Another one of my favorite drawings ^_^|
The ground shook with the steps of a thousand men all marching to one location. Clock Town. Panic ruled the air as the guards of Clock Town struggled to evacuate everyone westward toward the Great Bay villages while the remaining guard ran to the battlements to ready their meager defenses. But along with the air of panic was an air of sorrow, for the defenders of Clock Town knew they had already lost. Never had they anticipated an invasion, never have they anticipated such an attack and yet now they were expected to stand their ground against odds far larger than theirs?
Laraine ran through the streets, pushing and shoving her way through the evacuating crowds as she desperately tried to make her way to the battlements. Behind her, Sora, a Zora and close friend to Laraine, followed closely with her lance held tightly to her chest and her shield strapped to her back. Neither of them were prepared for what was to come but they’d do their best to fight it. Waiting at the ladder up to the battlements was Tamara, ushering the guard of Clock Town up the ladders to their defenses, giving them courage where they had none. Laraine could respect that of the pirate. She looked up seeing them and rushed over to them, her look not at all comforting. She and Sora exchanged a look, her eyes begging the Zora not to join but they both knew it wa unavoidable.
With a heavy sigh, Tamara beckoned for them to follow as the three climbed the ladder up to the battlements and rushed to the center of the wall facing westward. Waiting there, or rather floating there, was the Poe Laraine knew as Ame. The Poe looked over at them as they ran across the battlements, soldiers running back and forth between them, and the group could see the forlorn look in Ame’s face. They had all seen battle before, it was never unfamiliar to them, but never had any of them seen war on this grand of a scale. They were a resistance force, hitting the enemy where they could when they could. They were not prepared for a full on invasion like this.
Looking across the fields of Termina, battalions of monsters could be seen marching on the city. Moblins, Lizalfos, Stalfos, and other undead that came from Ikana Valley, all bearing the flag of Kravok’s army. The catapults they wheeled in were primed and ready to fire with bokoblins nearby to arm them when ready. Laraine looked to her right to see Ame now wielding her Scythe, silently gazing across the field while keeping her allies in view. Following her lead, Laraine drew her sword and dagger, getting a worried look from Sora who only clutched her Coral Lance tighter. Tamara gave a nod of acknowledgement to her friends as she clutched the hilt of her scimitar and slowly drew it out as she reached for her other scimitar as well. This was the day they made their stand. Win or lose, they would show Kravok they were not to be messed with, and the Resistance would live on.
Name: Averill Di’valo
Date of Birth: September 1
Weight: (Out of Armor) 200 Ibs (In Armor) 300 Ibs
Likes: Averill likes honor among most things, preferring a fair fight compared to that of a cheap one. He likes big swords and armor, having a fascination over them among other weapons, and he especially enjoys flying.
Dislikes: He does not like those who fight unfair fights, even when the fight is in his favor. He despises those who cannot defend themselves as he believes there is no excuse for someone being unable to defend themselves and he especially dislikes other Lizalfos, seeing them as traitors to him and his kind.
+ Honorable: will not fight unfairly or do anything that goes beyond his sense of honor.
+Determined: Averill will fight no matter what is happening. Whether he is injured or if all the odds are against him, he will fight.
+Smart: Despite his race, Averill is a clever lizard being able to plot out strategies and battle plans when faced against various foes.
-Stubborn: Averill is very stubborn in his beliefs and what his clan has taught him and as a result he will not deviate from what he has learned.
-Prideful: Averill takes a lot of pride in his work and when his pride is offended he can get somewhat hostile. His pride is also what keeps him listening to his clan.
-Silent: Averill would rather keep to himself than socialize. This is influenced not only by his inability to speak to primals but also of his distrust of most people in general.
Bio: Averill was born to a small tribe of Nomadic Aeraflos who traveled from place to place to ensure they were not hunted. However once Averill reached the age of five, his family abandoned him due to food shortages amongst the tribe. He was left in a cave far from the tribe and the person who led him there left him by flight to ensure he, an Aeraflos who had yet to grow full wings, could not follow. For a month, Averill tried vainfully to survive on his own and only barely survived this month on his own when a tribe of Dinolfos find him. Seeing an opportunity to get an edge over their other rival tribes, they took him in and raised him to be a warrior like them. They trained him up until the age of 17, where he was to take a rite of passage to become a full adult in the eyes of the Dinolfos. In order to do this, he had to engage an adult trained Dinolfos in combat and kill him. Undertrained and outclassed, Averill used his wings to his advanatge, not using them to fly but rather flap them hard enough so he could quickly dodge the slower Dinolfos’s attacks.
This strategy proved successful and he incapacitated the Dinolflos with a strike to the leg before stabbing through his arm pit, ending him before he could plead for his life. After this show of combat, the other Dinolfos feared that Averill would grow to outclass them with his speed and as a result, made armor for him that would weigh him down when he was old enough to use it. Upon reaching that age- of 27- they gave him this armor and sent him out on a supposed suicide mission in an attempt to kill a rival Lizalfos faction and hopefully the young Aeraflos as well. This proved to be a failure as Averill slaughtered the tribe, having learned to fly in before his armor was given and the armor only tired him out faster rather than weigh him down. Upon his return, the elders of his tribe were shocked and in a final effort to get rid of him, tried to fight him to the death. Averill was able to kill two of the elders before him but the remaining elders of the tribe were able to defeat the young Aeraflos and he was forced to leave the tribe before they could finish him.
Afterwards, Averill chose to wander Hyrule. Having no place to call his home until stumbling upon a meadow where he could be alone. He he made a little setup in the trees and made a place he would live. Here he taught himself to fly effectively and it is also where his private thoughts would fester, giving him a grim outlook on the world as most of his life had been kill or be killed with very few people he could trust. But he did have one goal on his mind; one day he would go back to the tribe that raised him and he would either destroy them or take control of them. A goal he harbors inside of him to this day, but waits until he is certain that he is ready to take them on once more. A day he eagerly awaits.
-Averill has little knowledge of the Resistance and Kravok, his world being rather small and isolated from them.
-His shield is inspired by the Dark Souls Kiteshields, hence why he is holding it sideways.
-Armor was made by his former tribe with the emblem of his clan being painted on his chest and on his shield.
-Due to his isolation, he has little knowledge of the events beyond the forests of Hyrule. He is aware of places such as Hyrule castle and Hyrule field but beyond that his knowledge is extremely limited.
-He is a highly skilled fighter both on the land and sky, however due to his armor, his flying moments can be quite short as he can get fatigued by it. Regardless, he is a skilled fighter in the air.
-He has clothes he wears in his spare time but prefers to wear his armor so his muscles can develop to the point where his flight is not restricted.
-Despite all he dislikes, he takes enjoyment in the peace and time he has to himself.
Relationships: None yet.
Rp method: DeviantArt Notes and Discord
(Technically Averill cannot speak but he is fluent in speaking to other ferals and Aeraflos)
“[You trespass on the land of an Aeraflos. Turn back now or i will cut you down where you stand.]”
“[I do not know you, therefore have no business with you. Now get out of my way before I run my sword through you.]”
“[You wish to tag along? Fine. But get in my way and the monsters won’t be all you’ll have to worry about.]”
“[You fear the Lizalfos? They are just a bunch of overgrown lizards. Your fear should be in the ones who can fly.]”
“[Kneel and suffer, fiend. For you have made the gravest error you will ever make; making me mad!]”
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