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"It's all fun and games until someone loses their coin, innit?"
Attributes
Name: William Harlan
Age: 26
Date of Birth: Summer 14, 486AV
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance
William is tall and broad, with a thick layer of muscle rippling just beneath his skin. He doesn't look like an acrobat, but looks rarely count for much.
His eyes are a dark brown, sitting nestled back in his skull above a pair of heavy bags. He keeps his brown hair short, and lets his beard mesh with his sideburns to create a set of thick mutton chops.
There is one thing that strikes people as odd when they see William for the first time. His teeth. Canines filed to a deadly point one night on a drunken whim. When asked, William will say that he likes the exoticism it brings to his face and smile mischievously.
Personality
William's personality is best described as mercurial. One moment, he could be patting your shoulder and buying you drinks, and the next he's got a dagger pressed to your throat and a hand in your pocket.
He's quick to resort to violence, and his spells of anger are reminiscent of thunder clouds over the plains.
To the ladies, he's a charmer and to the men he's a cad. He's unscrupulous, immoral, and oftentimes cruel but he makes for one petching good showman.
History
"I can't tell you the whole story of my life, but I'll give you what I can."
"I was born in Sunberth. That much I'm petchin' sure of. In all my travels I've never found a place what felt more like home than that stinkin' pit. Sure, it ain't for everyone, but for a fella like me? It's petchin' perfect."
"My da was a drunk, and he beat the piss out of my ma and me on a regular basis. He gambled, and he'd drink, and he'd lose, so he'd come home rearin' for a petchin' fight. When I was young, I couldn't do much to stop him. I'd just have to take my lumps and listen to my ma cry after the bastard was done."
"I got bigger though. I was as big as I am today when I was just a lad. One night, he came home stinkin' of cheap ale and was about to lay into my ma when I hit him for the first time. Kinda funny really. He just stood there, petchin' flabbergasted that I'd hit him. So I hit him again, cracked a chair over his back."
"Just another night in my life really. Bastard and I rolled about for a bit, breakin' everything we came into contact with. Finally I had him by the hair and just put my fist into his face until his eyes closed. Last time I saw my da."
"So after da disappeared, good petchin' riddance by the way, it was just ma and I. She couldn't barely support us, so I took to thievin'. I learned to move fast, turned Sunberth into a playground. People love to watch an acrobat, so I had money coming in during the day. I was an entertainer for a long time, doing tricks and shyke during the day and robbing folk blind by night."
"It was around that time I carved my teeth. I'd been drinkin', like a good lad, and decided I needed to look like a petchin' freak. I'd bring in more customers, tell the poor fools I was Myrian. I had a friend, good man, long dead now though. Got stabbed in the heart playin' dice. His da was blacksmith, so he had metal files. We'd been drinkin' and I just up and started filing. I was so drunk it didn't hurt 'til the next day. Then it was a petchin' horrorshow."
"Right around then my ma died. That's all I'm sayin' about that. No use diggin' up old bones eh? I left Sunberth for a while, went to Syliras, saw Ravok. Syliras was alright. Petchin' hated Ravok. All those freaks, prayin' to the Voice. Loonies if you ask me."
"That's about all there is to tell. Rest of the story's yet to be written."
Relationships
None insofar
