Will Pheonix
Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 11:16 am
Name: Will Pheonix
Age: 16
Race: Human/Fae Male
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 14.5 Stone
Physical Description: Will has a buzz style haircut, very short and brown hair. His eyes are green and gold, his face is youthful and handsome and rugged. He has two problems with his face though, a long scar that runs down from his temple to his cheek and a haunted look in his eyes. His face is stern, but among those he takes a liking to he has been known to smile. His skin is tanned and well hardened, similar to the people of Brack.
He is well muscled, but clumsy on his feet.
He can usually be seen wearing a brown cotton vest that has no sleeves and covered in dry mud . He also wears brown leather trousers. He has large black leather boots, that look weathered and worn. He tends to wear the same style of clothing where ever he goes.
Possessions: He carries only what sees as a necessity, the clothes he wares, a small pouch that usually contains 15 Bishan at any time, a brass knuckle duster and a nasty ceremonial blade, covered in dry blood, which he values extremely.
Powers or Strengths: Since he was a child, when ether he closed his eyes he has been able to see things that no one else can see, weird glowing object that seem to orbit around magical creatures. His life up until now has been a jack of trades and a traveler, so this has offered his some basic understanding of most trades. He is natural bar brawler so he prefers to use his fists in a fight or if he can is knuckle dusters. The other personality is much more skilled in the ways of combat, in most forms.
Weakness: Aside from his ability to fist fight, he has no skill in any of the other types of combat. His foot work is very clumsy so even attempting to use a sword would probably end up in his own death. This also gives him problems when dealing with faster opponents. Certain Magical beings know about the orbs and can use these against Will. His farther refusel in telling him how to us the orbs has also created a second personality, thats intentions are very different to Wills.
History: Will was born into a very poor family in the slums outside the city Brack, in what we would call London. He grew up up on an small farm that his family owned, which he farmed with his farther since the age of three. It was a harsh life, but they both loved each over deeply. His father would tell his stories of when he was a minstrel and how he met Will's mother. When Will asked what happened to his mother, his farther would always just seize up, and refuse to answer anymore questions.
When Will entered his teens, he asked what the weird glowing objects were. His farther went crazy with rage, screaming all types of insults at Will's mother, shouting why did she have to curse this family again. His farther told him that if he were ever to tell anyone else what about what h saw he would disown him. Will shocked by his fathers out burst agreed.
Will was taught to fight with his fists, to defend him self. When he asked his father to teach him how to fight with a sword, his farther would tell him the same thing. 'Any idiot can use a sword, only a real man with real skill can use his fists.'
Over the years Will started seeing more of the glowing orbs, sometimes not even in his sleep. He kept his promise though and he never spoke of them. Then one day out of the blue, his father said it was time for them to go to The City of Marn, to set up trade, with a local trader there. Will imagined the city to be layered in gold and jewels.
The road was long and hard, crossing desert, sea, and bogs to reach the city. When Will reached the city, he was surprised, it wasn't at all how he imagined it. His disappointment showed in his face, his farther seeing this told him to go off and explore the city.
During Will's exploits he ran into two Battlemage's. They tried to kidnapped him and bring him to the chambers to test there mind powers. As Will tried to fight them off, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the glowing orbs and fell unconscious. When he awoke he was covered in blood and the Battlemage's were nowhere to be seen.
Will ran, from the scene of blood and jumped into a river to remove the blood. His mind was a jumble of thoughts. What had happened? Where did they go? Why am i covered in blood? Then one thought interrupted all the others. The Bloods not yours. With that Will's mind fell silent and he ran to his father.
Later in the day they left the city and went to the town of Shim to find an inn for the night. That night Will told his father what happened. His father screamed and cursed that Will should have told him earlier and the have to leave now. Before they could finish packing their things someone knocked on the door. Will's father gestured for Will to hide. A moment after Will had hid, the door broke down, and there in the doorway, was a cloaked man, his arms locked together, a hood covering his face. 'Wheres the boy?' he asked.
'Theres no one else here, just me.'
'Is that so.' Without even moving it seemed, he stuck a dagger into the heart of Will's father. He died without even making a sound. Will screamed a lions roar, burst out from his hiding space and ran at the man in the door way. The man seemed to disappear for a moment and then reappear behind him with a dagger against Will's throat. The man made the mistake of showing too much of his arm. Will grabbed it and using what his father taught him, threw the man other his head. The man noticed to late what was happening and fell into a closet. His dagger though caught Will on the cheek and cut him from the cheek to the temple.
Will ran into the night and never looked back.
3 years on he has sold the farm and used it to fund his trip back to the town of Shim. He is now on a mission, to find out who killed his father, why, and to make them pay.
Age: 16
Race: Human/Fae Male
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 14.5 Stone
Physical Description: Will has a buzz style haircut, very short and brown hair. His eyes are green and gold, his face is youthful and handsome and rugged. He has two problems with his face though, a long scar that runs down from his temple to his cheek and a haunted look in his eyes. His face is stern, but among those he takes a liking to he has been known to smile. His skin is tanned and well hardened, similar to the people of Brack.
He is well muscled, but clumsy on his feet.
He can usually be seen wearing a brown cotton vest that has no sleeves and covered in dry mud . He also wears brown leather trousers. He has large black leather boots, that look weathered and worn. He tends to wear the same style of clothing where ever he goes.
Possessions: He carries only what sees as a necessity, the clothes he wares, a small pouch that usually contains 15 Bishan at any time, a brass knuckle duster and a nasty ceremonial blade, covered in dry blood, which he values extremely.
Powers or Strengths: Since he was a child, when ether he closed his eyes he has been able to see things that no one else can see, weird glowing object that seem to orbit around magical creatures. His life up until now has been a jack of trades and a traveler, so this has offered his some basic understanding of most trades. He is natural bar brawler so he prefers to use his fists in a fight or if he can is knuckle dusters. The other personality is much more skilled in the ways of combat, in most forms.
Weakness: Aside from his ability to fist fight, he has no skill in any of the other types of combat. His foot work is very clumsy so even attempting to use a sword would probably end up in his own death. This also gives him problems when dealing with faster opponents. Certain Magical beings know about the orbs and can use these against Will. His farther refusel in telling him how to us the orbs has also created a second personality, thats intentions are very different to Wills.
History: Will was born into a very poor family in the slums outside the city Brack, in what we would call London. He grew up up on an small farm that his family owned, which he farmed with his farther since the age of three. It was a harsh life, but they both loved each over deeply. His father would tell his stories of when he was a minstrel and how he met Will's mother. When Will asked what happened to his mother, his farther would always just seize up, and refuse to answer anymore questions.
When Will entered his teens, he asked what the weird glowing objects were. His farther went crazy with rage, screaming all types of insults at Will's mother, shouting why did she have to curse this family again. His farther told him that if he were ever to tell anyone else what about what h saw he would disown him. Will shocked by his fathers out burst agreed.
Will was taught to fight with his fists, to defend him self. When he asked his father to teach him how to fight with a sword, his farther would tell him the same thing. 'Any idiot can use a sword, only a real man with real skill can use his fists.'
Over the years Will started seeing more of the glowing orbs, sometimes not even in his sleep. He kept his promise though and he never spoke of them. Then one day out of the blue, his father said it was time for them to go to The City of Marn, to set up trade, with a local trader there. Will imagined the city to be layered in gold and jewels.
The road was long and hard, crossing desert, sea, and bogs to reach the city. When Will reached the city, he was surprised, it wasn't at all how he imagined it. His disappointment showed in his face, his farther seeing this told him to go off and explore the city.
During Will's exploits he ran into two Battlemage's. They tried to kidnapped him and bring him to the chambers to test there mind powers. As Will tried to fight them off, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the glowing orbs and fell unconscious. When he awoke he was covered in blood and the Battlemage's were nowhere to be seen.
Will ran, from the scene of blood and jumped into a river to remove the blood. His mind was a jumble of thoughts. What had happened? Where did they go? Why am i covered in blood? Then one thought interrupted all the others. The Bloods not yours. With that Will's mind fell silent and he ran to his father.
Later in the day they left the city and went to the town of Shim to find an inn for the night. That night Will told his father what happened. His father screamed and cursed that Will should have told him earlier and the have to leave now. Before they could finish packing their things someone knocked on the door. Will's father gestured for Will to hide. A moment after Will had hid, the door broke down, and there in the doorway, was a cloaked man, his arms locked together, a hood covering his face. 'Wheres the boy?' he asked.
'Theres no one else here, just me.'
'Is that so.' Without even moving it seemed, he stuck a dagger into the heart of Will's father. He died without even making a sound. Will screamed a lions roar, burst out from his hiding space and ran at the man in the door way. The man seemed to disappear for a moment and then reappear behind him with a dagger against Will's throat. The man made the mistake of showing too much of his arm. Will grabbed it and using what his father taught him, threw the man other his head. The man noticed to late what was happening and fell into a closet. His dagger though caught Will on the cheek and cut him from the cheek to the temple.
Will ran into the night and never looked back.
3 years on he has sold the farm and used it to fund his trip back to the town of Shim. He is now on a mission, to find out who killed his father, why, and to make them pay.
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