Denzel Kimshire, the Serpentine Gentleman

Full Name: Denzel Kimshire
Alias: The Serpentine Gentleman
Age: Looks to be in his early Twenties
Birthday: Winter
Race: Hylian/Human
Occupation: High Profile Bartender at the Lon Lon Tavern
Sex: Male
Magic Specialty: Nayru
Beast Form: Feathered Cottonmouth


Height: 6'1
Weight: 160 lbs
Build: Athletically Lithe

Hair Style: Long, bangs brushed behind his right ear, often tied with a black ribbon.
Hair Color: Dark with a Bluish Hue
Eye Color: Clear Sky
Skin Hue: Fair

Voice: Deep and sultry (Christian Bale in his role of Howl in Howl's Moving Castle)
Gait: Long, but unhurried
Composure: Relaxed and laid-back


Recently, I, Ursula von Brandt, have become a connoisseur of local specialties thanks to the efforts of a certain stablehand and my right hand maid. I’ve tried many things, from the mundane Wildberry hand crepes, stir-fried barley noodles, and other uninspired local delicacies. There are a number of places in the city that do have excellent specialties, but considering my naturally criticizing taste buds, I found myself craving for something... more.

As such, I did find a place where I subject myself to such experiments. It is called the Lon Lon Tavern, a pub for a special kind of cow milk produced at the Lon Lon Ranch. It’s a hub of adventurer and mercenary activity, and as such, proves to be a rowdier place. Thankfully, there is an upstairs bar for those specific to my class, where opulence is celebrated and gasconaded.

The establishment owner is a lord by the name of Talon, who does far less at the tavern and has been caught multiple times sleeping in some random place at his establishment (I can count the number of times I've discovered him on one hand). This sort of place would have long gone under beneath his management… if it were not for the saving grace of his high-grade employees.

One, in particular, a handsome, lithe fellow with so deadpan an expression that you could only guess what’s on his mind. Despite that, he’s incredibly popular with the rich young women who, in fact, frequent the bar just for the sake of seeing him in action. 

For a man, he moves with grace and poise, wasting no movement, making exact measurements with his drinks with just sight alone. And, granted, on the occasion that he speaks or inquires, his voice has a beguiling charm to it. It took me a moment to realize he was asking what I wanted to drink.

I accidentally let my guard down with this man. That’s rather dangerous.

First order of business, I ordered the Iced C-Quad (Coconut Chateau Colada Cocktail), a six-hundred rupee drink that uses an incredibly precious vintage variety of Chateau Romani called the Coconut Chateau. This milk is produced by pampered cows that were specifically bred to consume coconut flesh along with their natural diet. 

With an understanding nod and a twinkle in his eye, he went away to prepare my drink with unexpected elegance.

"An effervescent choice. I shan't spare a moment, milady."

Ah, goosepimples.

Thus, he went to work, pouring a blend of Coconut Chateau, an extract of pineapple juice, and a shot of coconut rum into a golden cocktail shaker. To my surprise, he added a small dash of transparent spice, which would unveil itself in later time. A blending wire was placed in the shaker, and as he prepared to shake the drink, his hands suddenly became covered in misty ice.

Hm? I haven't seen this done before by other run-of-the-mill bartenders. It won't come out as a block of ice, will it?

With no more than six rigorous whips of his arm, a glass was produced from a freezer, coated in thin, clear ice. The bartender began to pour, stretching his arms apart as the liquid fell meticulously into the drinking vessel with nary a drop wasted.

A matured pineapple slice was precisely placed on the lip of the glass with a pair of tweezers, finished with a dash of foam of whipped Coconut Chateau. The drink was complete, and he placed it meekly before me.

"Please enjoy."

I reach out and touch the glass, its surface cold as ice, yet not unpleasant to hold... so I take a sip of the drink.

And by the gods.

The velvety cream texture of the Chateau and its subtle coconut flavor, the pleasant, citrusy acidity of the pineapple, and the mature, slightly bitter taste of the rum... it was an experience that any connoisseur could not find any place else. I found myself on Kodori Coast, sitting relaxed beneath the shade of an umbrella, enjoying the salty ocean breeze...

Wait a minute...

"How is it, milady?"

I am brought back from my euphoria and look to the emotionless man behind the masterpiece.

"It is... exquisite. Did you..."

I hesitate, but the tilt of his head presses me on.

"... Add some sort of salt?"

His expression does not change, but he nods with a blink.

"Correct. You have an astute palate, milady. It is, in fact, sea salt produced in Kodori Coast."

I felt a sense of accomplishment from this revelation.

"Did you come up with that addition?"
"Yes. I confess that I do not typically add salt to the C-Quad."

My brow furrows.

"... And why did you add it to mine?"

His nonchalant eyes gave off a slight shine, the sort one would not notice if you paid little attention to the person before you.

"... When you came up the stairwell, I saw that you desired a flavor to break your malaise, to soothe you from a difficult day of work."

The unusual answer caused me to smile. An experienced bartender can read his customers with the most minute of details, yet it takes years of seasoning to understand their feelings at length.

I could hardly contain the question anymore.

"... Who are you?"

The bartender stands up straight and with the palm of his hand, presents a polished, silvery nametag pinned upon his chest.

"I am Denzel. Denzel Kimshire, bartender of the Lon Lon Tavern."

A longing sigh left the chests of a group of young rich ladies in the corner of the room.

Needless to say, I savored the rest of my drink and paid Denzel a generous tip, promising to taste another of his creations another time...


Denzel is a mature, well-to-do bartender who exudes high-profile equanimity, yet lives with buried emotions behind a fixed, steely countenance. Those who frequent the bar have yet to see him smile, even from heartfelt compliments and praise, but more have seen the vehemence he emanates when one's stay is no longer welcomed.

Still, five years after he begun his exemplary work at the Lon Lon Tavern, rumors swirl about his mysterious origins. Some think he was a street urchin, or a soldier of the military, perhaps even a prince from a long forgotten land. One may surmise from his practiced movements that he is a man of extreme discipline--yet the truth of that remains to be heard from his own mouth.

However, according to his own claim, he is simply, "an ordinary civilian."

While he operates at the Lon Lon Tavern in the evening, he is seemingly nonexistent in the city during the day. What he does outside of the workplace is anyone's guess--or discovery.