Rheks D. Miraj

TWENTY

MALE

6'5"

JUNE 21ST

GERUDO

CASTLE CITY

The terms of Rheks' birth was unsuspected. His mother, a renowned Gerudo warrioress, took a human male as a prize for a victory. It was just for fun but she had no idea she took with child. Rheks was born was some months later but at the cost of his mother's life. When it became known that the young Gerudo was in fact a male, one destined to overthrow Ganondorf, many were obligated to bring the infant before the King. However, his mother's sister was distraught over her sister's death and instead stole the child and disappeared. She didn't want her sister to have died for nothing.

Isis, that was her name, fled across the lands with a squad of Gerudo at her heels every step of the way. Once she was a fair distance away from the capital, she turned on the squad chasing her and decimated them. Finally safe, for the moment, she made quick with her disappearing act and was simply gone. Isis never left Hyrule but hid within the most remote places. There she raised the young Gerudo boy. She hunted the wildlife for meat and harvested fruits or vegetables wherever she could find them.

It was a hard life for the both of them but they persevered. The blood of the hardiest warriors ran in their veins and gave them the strength to survive. She named him Rheks, after his human father, as she couldn't come up with anything else. His middle and surname were her own or close to it. She let him grow up a bit, to about six years of age, before she began to train him. If he was ever to realize his destiny, he would have to strong in mind, body and spirit.

Isis taught her nephew the same education she got from her mother and aunts. There was the general learning of words, writing and saying, then how to use them properly. She only covered the basics with that and moved onto the physical training as that's what she excelled at. It was rough for him, as he had never held a weapon or had to exercise. As he was a quiet boy, he rarely complained and soon saw that Isis didn't care so he kept his mouth shut from then on. With the blood of warrior, he persevered and absorbed all the knowledge and skills that were given to him.

Once he started to fill out, he discovered he had quick wrists, fast reflexes and good footing. Sure, Isis outmatched him in everything but even she noted his natural ability when it came to fighting. As he got older, he became stronger and started realizing his own strength. At only sixteen years of age, he was already bigger than Isis and noticeably stronger too. The two of them fought almost all the time, honing each others' skills. Life seemed good and Rheks didn't want things to end.

Unfortunately fate has a way of intervening when it isn't wanted. Apparently a traveler had spotted two Gerudo in the mountains and gossiped about it. It didn't take long before some patrolling Gerudo caught wind of it and went off to investigate. Once they realized one of them was a male, they knew who it was and attacked. It was a fierce battle, two against five, yet Rheks and Isis prevailed. However, she had taken a mortal blow and would die. Rheks wanted to stay to see to her burial but she asked him to leave, to pretend she had fallen in battle to keep her honor intact. He grudgingly complied and took her prized blade as remembrance. She didn't mind, she wouldn't need it where she was going. So he left, believing himself ready to face Ganondorf.

That was three years ago, what was he doing? Procrastinating. He didn't think he was ready to face the Gerudo King. He tried to rally other Gerudo behind him but they turned on him. He tried to gain allies elsewhere but he was met with nothing but suspicion and prejudice. Most thought it a ploy to root out the nonbelievers, a trick, and the others didn't want to get caught up in a civil war that they saw would only end a massacre, theirs. There were other Gerudo that pretended to be his friends, to lure him in. They've tried that tactic twice and failed both times. He wouldn't easily trust his own kind again. Unable to do anything that would have a major impact, he mourned in silence, carrying the guilt of letting Isis down. Three years and he never tried to face Ganondorf. He thought himself pathetic...

WEAPONS:

• Fateseeker: A scimitar worn with age but the blade is kept in good condition. Said blade is silvery with a dull gold hilt that has a 'V' shaped handguard, faded blue cloth wrapped around the handle portion and a thick red tassel hanging off the pommel. A small golden cuff is attached to the mid-section of the previously mentioned tassel. The sword is sheathed in a dark brown leather scabbard that comes with an aged leather baldric.
  

MAGIC:

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POTIONS:

• Red Potion x2
  

MISCELLANEOUS:

• x

Omega
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
[b]MAGI: LABYRINTH OF MAGIC[/b], masrur - [i]rheks miraj[/i]