My name is Link..... I have had a bit of troubled childhood, you could say that.
First of all, I lived in a forest until I was about 13 years old; and I thought my father was a giant talking tree. When I was 13, a faery started telling me what to do, and people started looking at me even more strangely than before; like I was a psycho. Then things got really bad, the tree I thought was my father died, and I discovered that my real parents were already dead. This happened right before I was driven out of my village and forced to wander the world.
My hobbies involve like fishing, breaking pots, and sword fighting. I like to be alone, and besides, I am not sure if people really get my green felt suit and tights. Also, I think people are a little nervous about the fact that I have a small arsenal of bombs and a bow and arrow.
I describe myself as a little dose of toxic masculinity.
