Sullivan Walsh

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Coworker: Mr. Walsh

Sullivan: Mr. Sully

Coworker: but that sounds so informal and dumb—

Sullivan: Mr. Sully >:c

Sullivan is just one of those people that has too much empathy in his heart. Where you feel bad for inanimate objects or small things. 

He just...so soft and stupid. 

The origins of Sullivan are quite vague within the Legend of Zelda verse. Sullivan himself cannot fully explain what his life was before the present, finding himself with muddled memories. Not due to amnesia, but due to the sordid monotony of his growing up and repression. 

At an early age, Sullivan had been given to a caravan for labor. He cannot recall why, only being around the age of four. He simply knew he was suddenly without his mother and expected to keep up with work that even adults would grow weary from. He was to manage the horses, cleaned the clothing, patch the tents, and many more chores alongside some other children and women. In return, they were fed meager meals and given shelter. 

It was the only life he knew and, as a child, he didn’t believe himself capable of leaving it, especially as the elders said there was no mistake. They were always fatigued and hungry, they were beaten and secluded as punishment if they didn’t put in the “proper effort” to their work, and they were not even acknowledged by their names. Gods knew what might happen if they tried to escape. So he remained that way, struggling to get by. He worked through sickness and fear, remembering many wounds and blisters from it. 

It wasn’t until he was an adult that he was urged to defend his right to freedom. A fellow worker had been punished severely enough that it proved fatal, the rampage continuing down the line. It scared Sullivan. While he could endure the pain, he was terrified of death and there was no longer the promise he’d be safe from it there. 

He fled into the woods. Perhaps it was a feverish delusion, but he swears that he was guided to safety, a place to hide, by the Lord of the Forest and his followers. He was given a place to rest and eat until he was well enough to ponder a life for himself. His first steps into independence were eerily calm to him, naturally flighty. So he often thanks the Lord of the Forest for this composure as well. 

At the time of meeting him, he has taken to adventuring, ever curious about the world around him. Due to poor health, he is prone to hiatuses to his trips at the local inns and villages for rest, sometimes a couple weeks at a time. He finds himself uncomfortable with the thought of remaining sedentary, however, feeling that if he remains anywhere he will be found and punished. 

Due to his belief that he was saved by the Lord of the Forest, Sullivan comes across as a bit of a fanatic for them. Immediately, he is enthralled by any lore and information that he can gather about them, carrying a book of his findings and drawings--and heaven help him if he runs into a blupee in his travels. He is immediately a gushing mess. 

He wishes to meet the Lord of the Forest again and thank them. He comes across odd to those within the camps and villages that meet him, as he’s always eager to wander into the woods, seeing if he might have finally guessed what meals a blupee might enjoy.