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Description
Name: Necahual (Ne-ca-hwal)
Age: Unknown, more than several thousand years
Gender: Male
Race: Stalfos, formerly human
Allegiance: Evil
Purpose: bent on eradicating human life
Personality: Patient, calculating, persevering, stubborn, holds deep hatred for humankind, unforgiving, proud, loner

Abilities:
- Well trained with swords, daggers, axes and spears
- When the body is broken apart, able to gather it back together (larger distance between parts equals larger amount of time to do so), except the right arm
- Advanced diplomacy, silvertongued
- Well versed in matters of strategy and warfare
- Great physical strength
- Some magical ability that he can channel either into a paralyzing screech similar to that of redeads/gibdos or to detach his head and give it the ability to float, becoming a poison bubble.

Weaknesses:
- Once right arm is severed it cannot be attached back
- Explosives shatter his bones to the point where strong magical healing is needed
- Slow reaction speed, doesn't move around very quickly
- The lack of any sensory perception except sight and hearing, unable to feel pain and realize injuries
- Unable to resist a challenge

History
In ancient times, before the people of the sky descended upon the surface, there was a kingdom in a place forgotten by gods and demons alike, where humans lived and prospered. The entire world known to them was their territory, ruled by two brothers. And these brothers loved the world.

But while one brother's love urged him to desire the flourishing of the land and its people, the other's love was selfish, and he desired all for himself. So did happen that the two dueled for the one crown, and the selfish brother was defeated, his fighting arm severed, he himself left for the people to punish.

And the selfish prince was killed by his own people and buried into unholy ground to be forever forgotten. But such was his malice and desire for revenge that they became an unearthly force to bring him back into a state neither alive nor dead.

He cursed the land in his reawakening, dooming the prosperous kingdom to be forever forgotten and lost. That day, he singlehandedly eliminated his own people, cutting off his brother's arm with his own sword.

The undead prince then took the arm, and brought it to where his used to be, and reaching for his brother's sword, it felt comfortable in the palm of his new hand. He left the ill fated kingdom silently, swearing vengeance on the creatures that, in their desire to punish him, made him into what he was now.

Since then, he roamed the world and saw empires rise and fall, saw the arrival of the exalted Hylians, their struggle with evil forces and many more. Whenever he encountered humans, either directly or by luring them into traps or other such cunning methods, he hunted them down. Whenever he encountered a warrior, reminded by his duel with his brother, he challenged them, killed them, and replaced his right arm with the slain one's, taking their weapon as well, as they felt more comfortable in his new hand than each previous weapon.

A great number of years had passed, and he does not remember much, only his burning desire to end humankind systematically, one by one if needed. He will sometimes even confuse Hylians for humans, and will always plot their demise if meeting with either. He does not like working in a team, as his pride leads him to believe it's not worth working with creatures beneath him, even though he will cooperate with other sentient beings if he must. Not very talkative and very patient, traits he developed during many hunts, having stubbornly pursued countless humans who escaped rather than face him.

Over the years he also became quite skilled with many weapon types, ability which compensates for the slow moving body animated only by magic. Unfortunately, this dark magic that binds him together barely works on his right arm, which is why he will often need to replace it, along the weapon.

Description
Name: Necahual (Ne-ca-hwal)
Age: Unknown, more than several thousand years
Gender: Male
Race: Stalfos, formerly human
Allegiance: Evil
Purpose: bent on eradicating human life
Personality: Patient, calculating, persevering, stubborn, holds deep hatred for humankind, unforgiving, proud, loner

Abilities:
- Well trained with swords, daggers, axes and spears
- When the body is broken apart, able to gather it back together (larger distance between parts equals larger amount of time to do so), except the right arm
- Advanced diplomacy, silvertongued
- Well versed in matters of strategy and warfare
- Great physical strength
- Some magical ability that he can channel either into a paralyzing screech similar to that of redeads/gibdos or to detach his head and give it the ability to float, becoming a poison bubble.

Weaknesses:
- Once right arm is severed it cannot be attached back
- Explosives shatter his bones to the point where strong magical healing is needed
- Slow reaction speed, doesn't move around very quickly
- The lack of any sensory perception except sight and hearing, unable to feel pain and realize injuries
- Unable to resist a challenge

History
In ancient times, before the people of the sky descended upon the surface, there was a kingdom in a place forgotten by gods and demons alike, where humans lived and prospered. The entire world known to them was their territory, ruled by two brothers. And these brothers loved the world.

But while one brother's love urged him to desire the flourishing of the land and its people, the other's love was selfish, and he desired all for himself. So did happen that the two dueled for the one crown, and the selfish brother was defeated, his fighting arm severed, he himself left for the people to punish.

And the selfish prince was killed by his own people and buried into unholy ground to be forever forgotten. But such was his malice and desire for revenge that they became an unearthly force to bring him back into a state neither alive nor dead.

He cursed the land in his reawakening, dooming the prosperous kingdom to be forever forgotten and lost. That day, he singlehandedly eliminated his own people, cutting off his brother's arm with his own sword.

The undead prince then took the arm, and brought it to where his used to be, and reaching for his brother's sword, it felt comfortable in the palm of his new hand. He left the ill fated kingdom silently, swearing vengeance on the creatures that, in their desire to punish him, made him into what he was now.

Since then, he roamed the world and saw empires rise and fall, saw the arrival of the exalted Hylians, their struggle with evil forces and many more. Whenever he encountered humans, either directly or by luring them into traps or other such cunning methods, he hunted them down. Whenever he encountered a warrior, reminded by his duel with his brother, he challenged them, killed them, and replaced his right arm with the slain one's, taking their weapon as well, as they felt more comfortable in his new hand than each previous weapon.

A great number of years had passed, and he does not remember much, only his burning desire to end humankind systematically, one by one if needed. He will sometimes even confuse Hylians for humans, and will always plot their demise if meeting with either. He does not like working in a team, as his pride leads him to believe it's not worth working with creatures beneath him, even though he will cooperate with other sentient beings if he must. Not very talkative and very patient, traits he developed during many hunts, having stubbornly pursued countless humans who escaped rather than face him.

Over the years he also became quite skilled with many weapon types, ability which compensates for the slow moving body animated only by magic. Unfortunately, this dark magic that binds him together barely works on his right arm, which is why he will often need to replace it, along the weapon.