Post by Wilhelm Falkenhath on Jan 16, 2015 18:41:58 GMT -5
Wilhelm Falkenhath
Clad In Steel and Grit
Elf | TwEnty-six | MalE |
ChAotic Good | wArrIor | Sellsword |
appearance, A large imposing elven male with a hint of Drow in his ancestry. This would be the quickest way to describe Wilhelm. He is a six and a half foot tall man who has trained all of his young adult life to be a capable warrior. His hair is on the longer side hanging down around his shoulders. It's color is a pale grey or brown. His skin tone is a rich brown with blood red eyes. Wilhelm has a diluted Drow heritage that has lead to his unusual skin, hair, and eye color for a typical elf. Wilhelm's typical attire is a suit of plate armor with chain mail covering gaps in the plate. He typically wears a guild tabard over the breastplate and other pieces of between gaps in his armor. He wields a find broadsword designed for efficient one-handed use and an old shield that has been passed through his family. The shield is too broken to be used, but it holds sentimental value to him. | personality, Wilhelm is your typical sellsword adventurer. He cares more about his coin rather than any particular ideal. Money speaks louder to him that good words or morals. Sure it feels nice fighting for a cause, but a cause doesn't keep you fed. Thus his services are for sale and only very rarely will he act without expectation of payment. You would never guess Wilhelm originally came from royalty with that kind of attitude. He is a prideful man who holds himself at a different level than anyone else. Not necessarily higher, just different. As far as he is concerned he is all that is left of his family and the former name that was once esteemed. Beyond this wall of duty and pride he upholds, Wilhelm is a softy. He would like to become a clergyman and dedicate his life to helping others, but he has do his ancestors proud. He would like nothing more than to make comrades and fight for a bigger cause, but he has to hold his cause above all else. It's a burden on him when he wants nothing more than to be himself and do what he pleases, even in a world where he is on his own. |
history,
The Falkenhath family has fallen in the past decade. The once proud family were a noble family residing on the edge of a mountain range. They 'owned' all of the surrounding lands and were self-sufficient with the serfs that they held below them. The family were not rich by any means, but they had no need to be either. However, a desire for money was not lacking. The downfall of the family was greed.
Now the Falkenhath family are nothing but hermits dwelling in an old house in a dead village. The serfs have all left them. The family has nothing. Wilhelm was born near the end of their prime and watched them fall. His grandfather didn't agree with what his uncle was doing with the family, but he didn't have much say in what occurred. His uncle ruined the family before his eyes. Wilhelm's grandfather gave him the family shield that bore their family's crest. He wanted Wilhelm to do something worthy of his name where others have failed. This is the reason that drove him to be an adventurer.
It was tough at first. A dead noble family's name did little to feed or house one. He had to work hard to get by. He was only thankful that the work had built up his physical and mental fortitude for the day that it would all be tested was soon. He made it to Dracon where he learned of all of the adventuring guilds and none were better in his eyes than the Cerulean Blades. The test was brutal, but he couldn't afford to fail.
He passed. He has spent years with the guild doing whatever jobs he could come across. As long as it paid enough coin to make up for the time he spent he would do it. It wasn't a glamorous life. He had his food, his gear, and a place to lay his head. His first goal is to save up enough to fix his family shield and bring his family crest back into fighting condition.
Now the Falkenhath family are nothing but hermits dwelling in an old house in a dead village. The serfs have all left them. The family has nothing. Wilhelm was born near the end of their prime and watched them fall. His grandfather didn't agree with what his uncle was doing with the family, but he didn't have much say in what occurred. His uncle ruined the family before his eyes. Wilhelm's grandfather gave him the family shield that bore their family's crest. He wanted Wilhelm to do something worthy of his name where others have failed. This is the reason that drove him to be an adventurer.
It was tough at first. A dead noble family's name did little to feed or house one. He had to work hard to get by. He was only thankful that the work had built up his physical and mental fortitude for the day that it would all be tested was soon. He made it to Dracon where he learned of all of the adventuring guilds and none were better in his eyes than the Cerulean Blades. The test was brutal, but he couldn't afford to fail.
He passed. He has spent years with the guild doing whatever jobs he could come across. As long as it paid enough coin to make up for the time he spent he would do it. It wasn't a glamorous life. He had his food, his gear, and a place to lay his head. His first goal is to save up enough to fix his family shield and bring his family crest back into fighting condition.
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