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| + | Wilros was born in a fairly common hamlet somewhere off in the realm of insignificance. His mother was a fierce ex-adventurer hunter whose skill with a bow made Wil the man he is today. She would raise the curious lad with her husband, a farmer. They lived a simple life with simple problems. Wilros found the whole affair repulsively dull. |
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| − | A human born and raised, for the most part, in an incredibly typical farmhouse, Wilros Arroway was a pretty ordinary child. The conveniently unnamed small hamlet he was born in was far away from the politics or law enforcement of the bustling cities. The humble family of five this middle child was born into happy home who dealt with simpler problems instead of the chaotic disarray that cities or nobility can bring. His father was a farmer who tended the small farm that gave his three growing children the vegetables and fruits needed for their youth. His mother, on the other hand, was a hunter surprisingly skilled with a bow. Her skill was uncommon for someone of her rank, but she always told Wilros, dubbed Wil by her, of stories when she was younger and an adventurer. Apparently, she gave that all up to be with a lowly farm boy. Even at his current age, Wilros could never understand why anyone would give up the dangerous and unpredictable life of an adventurer to settle down and live an insured life of such order. |
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| + | Later in his life, there was that one really big moment that changed things forever. He met a strange old man who would teach Wil magic. Wil was rather good at it. The old guy died. Wilros left his home for search of gold, glory, and a good time. |
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| − | Nevertheless, she taught her young and curious son the ways of archery to the best of her abilities. He seemed to have a natural knack for the bow and arrow. Often times, he joined his mother while hunting, taking naturally acrobatic dashes through trees and such, but only for short periods. Mother was fiercely protective of her children and would not let him journey to far from home. By his fourteenth summer, Mother had given him a composite bow for his birthday. It was the first bow he owned and he uses the same one to this day. If his life had gone the way Mother wanted it too, he would have remained a hunter, albeit a highly skilled one, but still just a simple hunter. |
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| − | But as the story continued, his chaotic spirit wasn’t satisfied with a simple bowman. One day, he traveled a bit too far from the boundaries Mother occasionally grants him. He found his way to a home near the surprisingly close to the hamlet. He had heard rumors of the man within it. An old arcane legend who the villagers distrusted. They had let the elderly man so close to their homes because of the herbs he offered them, but he was still heavily disliked by them. Knowing that Mother would skin him alive if he so much as spoke to the man, Wilros left. But by that time, he was confused and lost and didn’t know how to get home. |
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| + | This young man moves with a simple grace, built more for quick maneuvers and strikes rather than brute force. The toned muscles on his arms and legs suggest there is strength hidden beneath his dexterity though and just a tiny bit of puppy fat in strategic locations. |
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| + | Light blue eyes rest beneath brownish eyebrows. His eyes could easily remind someone of the sky or a lake during the spring while his hair is a pale golden blonde. It's somewhat long for a man (at least where he's from), his golden locks curl around his face, flyaway strands occasionally in the need of taming. The brightness of his blue eyes can become obscured by this blonde hair, but observe the world cheerfully nonetheless. There's a healthy tan to his skin, devoid of flaws, despite his Nordic appearances. |
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| − | He traveled the woods nearby the hamlet for half a day before he was greeted by a familiar person. It was the same old wizardly man. He asked Wil in a gruff and unkind voice what he was doing so far away from home which the fourteen year old boy promptly responded by bursting into tears. The man, clearly taking pity on the young soul, casted a simple spell of ‘light’ and started to guide the boy home. The incantation bewildered and fascinated the boy. It was his first experience with any sort of magic. He realized that magic could be gentle and kind, and that there was no need to fear it completely. |
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| + | He is never exactly wearing armor, at least not enough to create a significant difference in combat. Just tight clothing and leather boots with the occasional padding on his torso and legs and a leather belt holding everything together. He wears a cloak, a blue one with a hood. His dexterous hands are covered with his fingerless gloves, and there's almost always a composite bow strapped to his back along with a quiver and arrows. Probably a dagger somewhere too. |
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| − | On the way home, a wild arrow pierced into the old man’s shoulder. Turning, Wilros only saw Mother standing there with a relieved face. Wilros, the crybaby he was (and potentially still is), started sobbing, desperately trying to explain to his mother that the man didn’t do anything to him. That it was his own fault for leaving the farm. By then, it was too late. The old man was bleeding and out cold. A now horrified mother quickly rushed him back to their farmhouse where they would treat him. |
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| − | Despite the fact that Wilros had grown close to the man in the short two or three hours they spent with together, Mother took old man’s injuries the hardest. With a pang of guilt, she told the man that if there was anything he wanted, anything at all, he would receive it. The elder, known as |
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| − | Odlius, requested for her son as an apprentice. She agreed. |
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| − | Wilros, of course, was overjoyed when he heard of the news (even though he had no choice in the matter). From that day on, Wilros trained with the ex-Academy wizard. The man proved to be a rather impatient tutor, but quick to make use of twisted humor and laugh off mistakes. Occasionally while Wilros learned the mysteries of the arcane, Odlius would become exasperated, but never angry. He also explored the world outside of his hamlet for short periods of time with Odlius when his parents allowed him. All good things come to an end, however, and one day, the old wizard peacefully passed. Wilros decided after that that he wouldn’t stay with his parents. He would go off and become an adventurer like his mother. Mother was devastated to see him go, but Father, for once taking Wilros’ side, convinced her that it’d be okay. That he’d get to make his mark on the world. And so his path has led him to Alexandria, perhaps too grand of a city for a simple young man. Only time will tell… |
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==Prepared Spells== |
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==Gear== |
==Gear== |
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==Logs== |
==Logs== |
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Revision as of 06:10, 20 February 2016
""So long as the new moon returns in heaven a bent, beautiful bow, so long will the fascination of archery keep hold in the hearts of men." - Maurice Thompson, The Witchery of Archery
The Basics Of Wilros
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| Race: | Human | |
| Age: | Late Teens | |
| Class: | Magic Archer | |
| Level: | Two! | |
Wilros was born in a fairly common hamlet somewhere off in the realm of insignificance. His mother was a fierce ex-adventurer hunter whose skill with a bow made Wil the man he is today. She would raise the curious lad with her husband, a farmer. They lived a simple life with simple problems. Wilros found the whole affair repulsively dull.
Later in his life, there was that one really big moment that changed things forever. He met a strange old man who would teach Wil magic. Wil was rather good at it. The old guy died. Wilros left his home for search of gold, glory, and a good time.
Wil's Hot Bod
This young man moves with a simple grace, built more for quick maneuvers and strikes rather than brute force. The toned muscles on his arms and legs suggest there is strength hidden beneath his dexterity though and just a tiny bit of puppy fat in strategic locations.
Light blue eyes rest beneath brownish eyebrows. His eyes could easily remind someone of the sky or a lake during the spring while his hair is a pale golden blonde. It's somewhat long for a man (at least where he's from), his golden locks curl around his face, flyaway strands occasionally in the need of taming. The brightness of his blue eyes can become obscured by this blonde hair, but observe the world cheerfully nonetheless. There's a healthy tan to his skin, devoid of flaws, despite his Nordic appearances.
He is never exactly wearing armor, at least not enough to create a significant difference in combat. Just tight clothing and leather boots with the occasional padding on his torso and legs and a leather belt holding everything together. He wears a cloak, a blue one with a hood. His dexterous hands are covered with his fingerless gloves, and there's almost always a composite bow strapped to his back along with a quiver and arrows. Probably a dagger somewhere too.
Prepared Spells
Wilros does, in fact, have some proficiency in the arcane arts, even if he does not present himself as if he had the knowledge. These are the spells he generally has prepared before engaging combat. He's spellbook is pitiful but it's his own, and he's satisfied with it. For now...
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Gear
Maybe once he has any of the good stuff
Logs
Coming Soon!