User:BoomWav/Wilerman
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| Wilerman | |
|---|---|
| The Order of the Leaf and Bean | |
| World: | Landroval |
| Vocation: | Armourer |
| Class: | Captain |
| Race: | Human |
| Region: | Archet |
| Age: | 24 |
| Height: | 6'1 |
| Sex: | Male |
| Skin: | Light |
| Hair: | Dark brwon |
| Eye: | Pair |
Description
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Bio
Wilerman grew up in the farmlands near Archet. He worked on the farm with his father every years. He liked the open spaces, he liked to explore the world around him.
His father however didn't want Wilerman to live like him. At the age of 11, Wilerman was brought to Combe to learn to become an Armourer. You will do big things he said. You will make armor for heroes. It took nothing more to persuade him. Heroes. What a strange concept. How could a single person change the world?
Wilerman knew the strenght was in number. In unity and friendship. Wilerman rapidly grew up and rapidly became a renowned Metalsmith.
It was his birthday. He was 23. He left Combe happily heading for his parent's farm. It was a sunny day. There was almost no clouds. Only a few white puffy ones here and there. Wilerman looked at the hoe he had craft the month before. It was a gift for his dad. For everything he had done for him. It was perfectly craft. The greatest work he has ever done. The handle was made of shiny yew wood. It was curve perfectly to ease the work.
The path before him went suddenly very dark. Wilerman lifted his head up, wondering what cloud could hide the sun so much in that beautiful day. It was not a cloud, it was smoke. And it was coming from his parent's farm.
He instantly broke into a frantic run. He expected to find locals with water bucket trying to extinquish the fire. There was none of that. There were bandits. They were all in front of the house, watching it burn. Wilerman hid behind a bunch of trees, watching the whole scene.
Where was his father? If he wasn't in the house, he'd be in the field. Maybe he is hiding somewhere. But what of his mom? She rarely left the house. Images ran through his mind. Souvenirs of the good time he passed in that house.
Everything faded though when he saw his father crashing through the door holding his wife hand. They fell on the ground trying relentlessly to bring fresh air to their lungs.
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Crafting
- Metalsmith
- Propector
- Tailor