Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-25828117-20190326155849

Character Cards

Name: Willy

Age: 45

Sex: male

Race: caucasian human

Appearance: White hair that's been cut just short of a buzzcut, used to be platinum blonde but age caught up with him. A well kept full beard. Icy blue eyes, a scar above his left eye, courtesy of Thomas Hamilton. A face that used to be lined and worn by worry. He has however gotten a little chubby and his cheeks slightly puffy. 25 pounds heavier to be exact.

Equipment: He wears a red farmer's neckerchief, a white shirt, dark green breaches, leather boots and suspenders. The belt started to hurt his tummy.

Background: Willy does not remember who he used to be. Suffering from severe amnesia after a near to death experience just outside the royal wasteland.

He was found barely alive by a couple of local farmers. He was out of comission for weeks and when he finally came to he could remember nothing of his past life or where he was going. Vaguely he remembered things; the name: 'Willy' which he took as his own, a big city of concrete, a city of snow, a private eye in the mirror, faces in stone... but nothing tangible. They felt like vague pictures or movies from another life that were not his.

The old couple, two sweet human beings named Kyle and Deborah decided to let Willy stay with them and as soon as he got better he helped around on the farm.

Willy proved to be a big sweetheart despite the way he had been found, armed and bleeding to death. Polite and easily emberassed, perhaps a bit dim if you were mean spirited... He would eat lots and let Deborah cut his hair as if she was his mother, and in a way she supposed she was.

Life was good until one day, a courier came round...