Revyn

Full Name: Revyn
Alias: 'Keaton', 'Fox'
Age: Who knows
Birthday: Who knows
Race: Keaton
Occupation: Trickster/wanderer/whatever he feels like
Pronouns: He/him
School of Magic: Nayru
Beast Form: Reversed coloration (primarily black fur with golden tips)



Revyn is about as large as an ordinary fox, or maybe a bit larger... even besides the two extra tails. Long ears tipped in black, a thin snout, a trio of black-tipped tails with blonde, almost golden fur besides; arguably, the keaton is nothing special to look at, nor really much different than his kin besides the dark blue eyes, but he at least thinks he's good-looking enough. Otherwise, Revyn bears little for personal markings to really differentiate himself from other keatons... so, barring that, tends to compensate that with a scarf or something similar around his neck. Whether he acquired any of them legitimately... well, who knows.



Confidence? Check. Cleverness? Check. Honesty? Well... maybe.

In simple terms, Revyn is, well... a troublemaker. Someone who can't help but stick his nose into anything and everything that interests him, who will often speak in circles and idle half-truths. In the end, he's in it for himself alone, never minding consequences or much anything else with the confidence that he can just outrun them, or wait them out, if he needs to. A lonely existence in its own way, perhaps, but yet long-lived enough that it doesn't appear to concern him... though with how little he actually lets slip about himself, it could be anyone's guess what he's actually thinking at a given time.

That is not, however, to say that he's bad, as such. The keaton has spent plenty of time here and there across the land, and he's far from done. While he may act rather... detached from everything going on around him, he yet remains very interested in it, to a point where he occasionally won't leave someone alone if there's something he wishes to know. Or, alternatively, won't hide his (perhaps swollen) pride at being seen as a wise creature... a rather easy way, in fact, to get something out of him, though how much still depends on his whims. What those whims will be on a given day could be impossible to tell, even for him; an erratic, troublesome creature at his core, but perhaps with something well-meaning behind it all.



Where to begin... Revyn himself would generally say 'nowhere', but obviously, everyone started somewhere.

For Revyn's own part, he was born to a litter with little for expectations, out in the middle of nowhere where few Hylians or others resided. He was taught the standard things like speech, reading, and writing, in spite of being a 'monster' in some eyes. He had a few siblings, a bit of an extended family, a calm and peaceful life in a quiet region, one might say...

...and, well, it was boring. It didn't offer enough for him; there wasn't enough to see, to do, to learn. So, calmly and quietly, he left, drifting off to wherever his feet, and in time, a boat would take him. Off somewhere his kin weren't so common, he hoped; where he could create his very own legacy, of a sort. Though he got off to a rather shaky start after a few conflicts, a few cases of digging his nose in too deep... he still made a point to explore, to run from trouble when he needed to, to continue listening and learning to whatever he wanted. He occasionally even heard stories, of a golden-furred creature spotted here or there... and he only wanted more of it. Even if, for a good while, he stayed quiet and patient, waiting until he could choose to start showing himself a bit more to the Hylians and other creatures roaming this land of Hyrule.

Where that will take him, he doesn't know... and that's the very best part.