Post by William on Aug 12, 2014 18:05:24 GMT -6
Name:William
Class:Journeyman
Age:17
Born in : a small village north of The mountains of Eburacum.
Appearance: Just about 6 feet tall with a tight mop of curly brown hair and blue eyes, looks older than he is because of a hefty build and five a clock shadow he tries to keep as clean shaven as possible
Personality:Honest but blunt, he's endlessly loyal to those he belives deserve his respect. He tries to be kind to others but will not put himself in a situation that he deems hopeless unless goaded aand bargained with.
Story:Born in a small unnamed village just north off of the mountains that Eburacum is nestled in. He grew most of his life as the child of the village blacksmith. He had a deep respect for his father, who was once a mercenary before a drastic leg injury crippled his ability to adventure as he once had. The only time William actually saw his dad pick up his old, yet well maintained sword, was in the defense of their village from brigands from up in the mountains who thought that having a common layover for mercenaries nearby was a bad idea for business. Obviously the village burned. He was captured by the brigands and gang-pressed into service, while he would have preferred to learn a sword he just had a axe shoved towards him and told to chop up people. Instead that night he managed to escape when a mercenary company who passed the village came to take out the Brigands. He decided to head to Armaugh to get the heck off the island. This is where his story begins.
Class:Journeyman
Age:17
Born in : a small village north of The mountains of Eburacum.
Appearance: Just about 6 feet tall with a tight mop of curly brown hair and blue eyes, looks older than he is because of a hefty build and five a clock shadow he tries to keep as clean shaven as possible
Personality:Honest but blunt, he's endlessly loyal to those he belives deserve his respect. He tries to be kind to others but will not put himself in a situation that he deems hopeless unless goaded aand bargained with.
Story:Born in a small unnamed village just north off of the mountains that Eburacum is nestled in. He grew most of his life as the child of the village blacksmith. He had a deep respect for his father, who was once a mercenary before a drastic leg injury crippled his ability to adventure as he once had. The only time William actually saw his dad pick up his old, yet well maintained sword, was in the defense of their village from brigands from up in the mountains who thought that having a common layover for mercenaries nearby was a bad idea for business. Obviously the village burned. He was captured by the brigands and gang-pressed into service, while he would have preferred to learn a sword he just had a axe shoved towards him and told to chop up people. Instead that night he managed to escape when a mercenary company who passed the village came to take out the Brigands. He decided to head to Armaugh to get the heck off the island. This is where his story begins.
