Galte was happy to see how so many others stepped up as the guards were dealt with. He felt less alone then he did a moment ago. The Goron fellow, BRim, was the first to his aid, then a purple haired fellow. "thank you, both of you. I believe they disliked my size." He said with a slight bow. He made to reply further, however a voice called into his head. As smooth as silk, but sharp like a viper. Her words echoed gently in his head. Galte flt mildly curious but the offer. what was she planning? This seemed far too familiar of the past though, the origin of his mask that he wore.

"Madame, I'm curious. Perhaps we could discuss what it is you are planning. I am new to this world, I bear it no ill will, but..." Galte sighed. He had a weakness, he knew it well. "What is on offer?" He thought back, folding his arms over his broad chest, almost ignoring the two men standing near him. To them, he just stopped talked, crossed his arms and sighed.

Galte felt out of place. As a stranger in a new world, there was so much for him to take in. As he watch people celebrate and cheer, he feared he'd have little in common with everyone. He felt like an idiot as well, having not stopped to talk to the gentleman he nodded to, especially after said man had lifted his mask to reply to him. He turned on himself, but the man was already speaking to someone else. Perhaps he'd have a have to speak with him later? It would be difficult to say, there were countless more people here then twili back home. Galte had a sinking suspicion that this wasn't the only kingdom.

Perhaps for now, being an observer would be the best means to enjoy this festival. Galte made his way over to another bench, imitating the gentleman he rudely ignored and sat down, trying to take up as little place as possible. He blinked slowly, steadying himself mentally, once again realizing this was his new home for life. It was certainly more colourful then his previous home and far more dynamic. There were so many times of folk. From where he sat, he could see a creature that looked like rock made it up, a lady with a beak and vastly coloured plumage. There was a purple haired person talking with them. The fellow from before was knealing down before a darker skinned lady. Galte tilted his head. Was the man hurt? or was this some form of greeting. It was perhaps best not to blindly imitate what he saw until clarified later.

he placed his hands on his thighs, let out a sigh and continued to watch, still as an oak tree.

Why am I here? Is it not obvious? I gave into greed and desire. I sought forbidden power. They feared I would become a usurper like one before me. However, I don’t seek political power. I seek this power for myself, and myself alone. I don't plan to use against anyone. Few seem to understand that. -Galte

Name: Galte : Colossus of the Twilight

Nickname(s): Big Guy, Exiled One

Gender: Male

Age: Young Adult

Species: Twili

Triforce Affinity: Triforce of Power


Appearance: Unlike the thin, lanky appearance of his fellows, Galte is a towering brute. Broad shouldered and muscular. Notably as well is the fat that he wears a shadow beast’s helm. His hair forms into a shadow beast’s tendrils, and the marking of his kind, normally blue, fade through purple into red along his claw tipped fingers. He carries himself with a sense of pride and confidence be it as he walks of floats.

Personality: Despite being mildly power hungry, Galte has no interest in political power. He seeks no influence over country or army and would prefer to be excluded from any form of citizen forum. His lust is purely his own and his own life. This can often be difficult to get across to others, understandably so, but he’s content to explain to anyone willing to listen.

He often feels his interest in power stems from the Usurper Zant and his manipulation of the Twili. Galte was partially changed into a Shadow Beast during that time, however the process was reverted by the hero of time, and a Sol. It felt like Eons ago, but the feeling of power that came with that form never left the, then, young twili. He keeps these feelings internalised and quiet, fearing people would think he seeks to be another problem for him people.

He tends to think and act in equal amounts. He understands his strength and often seeks to apply it with precision. There is no sense is being strong and flailing about uselessly. A hammer is best when it actually hits a nail, and not the hand holding it.

Likes:

• Cloudy days
• The incredulous stares of others
• Challenges of a physical nature.

Dislikes:

• Bright, sunny days
• Holier-than-thou folk
• Persistent comparaisons to Zant

Abilities:

• Supernatural Strength: It should come as no surprise that Galte is ridiculously strong. He’s best compared to a Goron for strength.
• Self Levitation: Galte is capable of suspending himself in the air, as thought weightless. He can not extend this to anyone or anything. This is a result of his lack of training in this area of magic, as well as interest.
• Warping: Should the colossus come across a twilight portal, there is a strong change he would be able to use it to transport himself and anyone in proximity to him. He can not make these gats as of yet.

Weaknesses:

• Bright Lights: Thought Galte can survive in the Light Realm, it does not mean it is without difficulty. His skin burns and his eyes ache on even an overcast day, when exposed for prolonged time.
• Mind control: Galte’s lust for power is more than exploitable. One may not even need magic to persuade the young wili in cooperation. Just dangle the right carrot before him and he’ll swear loyalty.

Miscellaneous: The Helm he sports floats just in front of his face, but his tendril like hair obscures it from the sides.

Brief Biography: As a child, Galte ended up almost serving in Zant’s armies. Partially changed into a shadow beast, but reverted by the hero of time and a Sol. Since then, he sought that same feeling of power. His heart never gave into darkness, as he held onto a core narrative. The power was to be his, used by him and never against or for someone else.

He trained for countless hours, which troubled some of the leaders’ of the tribe, who were concerned with his apparent blind lust for power. Galte accepted their concerns, and tried to explain the more intimate and personal relationship he had with this quest, but it felt onto deaf ears. Galte could not fault them. He knew well of Zant’s crime and was determined to never fall down the same path.

The hands of the leaders’ were forced, in time, when Galte discovered a relic from the invasion. A near pristine Shadow Beast helm. As if making a pact with a dark god, Galte placed it upon his face and accepted it’s corrupting power. At last, he felt the same feeling from his youth. The sudden burst of power did not go unnoticed, and he was immediately apprehended without resistance. It was no surprise to him that he was now facing a trial and subsequently banished. Execution was on the table, but he showed no animosity or aggression. The only thing he refused to cooperate with was the relinquishment of the helm.

To prevent another calamity, the leaders’ decided it would be best to exile the Twili to the Realm of Light. The realm of shadows would certainly lead to a more disastrous situation, as who knew what the power hungry Twili would encounter or become. They granted Galte a parting gift, the ability to survive in the light, and cast him out.

It’s here that Galte’s new life will begin, all ties to his home severed, among people who may understand him. At worst he may just be left alone and left to his own vices.

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