A wide field dressed in the body of demons surrounds a boy. The boy's hair was brown and unkempt. The length of his bangs covered his eyes almost entirely as it was only three inches longer in the back. His eyes radiated a silver tint to their hazel color. His age is around seventeen or eighteen. He seemed oddly happy and relaxed as he sat in the sun around all the corpses.
An queer combination of a Skateboard and surfboard at his side. The board's right edge was bladed, and a odd inscription at the back end. He wore circle framed glasses made of silver. The glass tinted a slight blue. Having jeans that are way too big, and the bottoms were worn and ripped slightly. He had a black hoodie a size too big with an a white insignia on its back. The zipper only half up. He lets out a large sigh of happiness as the wind blew.
It seemed as though the wind comforted him entirely. Mid Morning turned to noon as the boy decided to sleep throughout the time. He awakes to the bodies that once surrounded him turning into a dark black dust. The whirled around him as a crowd of evil laughs begins as the sun starts to be blocked out. The boy waved his board and the wind began to disperse. "If it wasn't the wind you woulda had me, demons."
As the boy stood up and gave his board one more big Swoosh! The black tornado and all of its dust seemed to be purified. He started walking back, his board in one hand, and the other to scratch his stomach with a yawn he started walking towards the nearest tree line. A small village is off into the distance.
The village life went on as usual. A small bit of paranoia followed them as the boy emerged. A villager pushing a cart saw a figure emerged from the forest as he let out a large scream and warning shout. The villagers all scrambled as they all tried to find a better hiding spot than the next. The boy came into sight as a curious villager peeked their head out to find give a shriek of relief. The wizard they had sent to slay the demon base camp up the mountains had returned alive, meaning that they had been all disposed of. The villagers all rushed to this near man to thank him dearly.
He simply laughed and thanked them as well for their business within his guild, Wolf Pack. As a present a small toddler, around the age of 5, gave the boy an apple as a thank present. The boy simply smiled and patted his head to thank him. He said his goodbyes and started to run towards east of the city.
The wind began to blow frighteningly as most villagers grabbed a hold of something in fear that the wind speed could pick them. The boy tosses his board as it spins in the air; with a effortless hop he lands on the board and the wind took him. He flew high in the sky, happy to be a Wind Waker wizard.
He usually didn't like to take on simple jobs but easy money only stays for so long. He lived on the eastern continent. Far from the legends from the Fairy Tale Guild and Sabertooth. His guild was small but they truly carried the idea of family.
