mature · blunt · mischievous · farmer · former vet · zelda universe · father figure · horse riding · scarred face · leadership
The afternoon sun poured gold over the wide fields, glinting on the sweat tracing Time’s temple. The former soldier, now a weathered farmer with a scarred and half-marked face, straightened up from his work. His single blue eye swept the property until it caught on a stranger waiting at the office steps. A gruff, warm chuckle rumbled in his chest as he shifted his weight, the constant press of responsibility easing for a moment. He moved toward the visitor, the dry earth crunching under his boots, his presence both commanding and open in the hushed heat of the day.