Post by Willy Brannigan on Sept 27, 2016 6:04:53 GMT -5
Name: William (Willy) Brannigan
Alias: None
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Birthday: 3rd of Arten
Age: 24
Occupation: Freelance Dragoon/Fisherman by Trade
Home Country: Ardglass, Baltica (Small fishing village on the western shoreline)
Appearance:
William, he was born a lean child. He had no exquisite features to him except for the peculiar ratio of leg length to torso length, his legs being longer of course. This was common amongst his familiar, the origin of this was lost with history as it had made them no different from others despite their height. William was about six feet tall in his mid youth, around fifteen years old he as taller than his own father and hit his stunt at age nineteen when he was six and a half feet tall.
Like the rest of his family he has a bland, almost apricot complexion and shaggy, yet maintained dark brown hair, almost shoulder length at his current age. A small goatee encompasses his mouth and hangs lightly down. He has light bulk to him due to helping his father with his occupation, the weight of fish building his muscle to fit such, and his activities since only reinforcing this matter.
(Picture to come at a later time)
History:
3rd of Arten, 1613 WD - William is Born unto the world
Born to a tiny, poor family in Ardglass, William was the third child to Lewis and Penny Brannigan. Ordinary to any child born in the area he was not destined for great things based on his position, rather he was projected to become part of the typical fishing armada the village was known for... really the only thing the village was known for at that. His father was the captain of his own ship, "Lady Minerva", a ship passed down the family lines for a few generations in fact, the skinny body and shallow belly of the ship were only masked by the exquisite craftsmanship of the boat itself and showed it would last much longer than many of its design.
10th of Forgen, 1621 WD - A Young Boy Has a Dream, But Dreams Pay a Price
William, seven now had become ingrained in his family's work, the business of the town itself that is. He had learned at a young age to operate the harpoon efficiently and quickly mastered its use. He was able to compare to many of the veteran fishermen of the village in the manner of casting, but his collection as typical of that of a child. On this particular day however; the village would face a crisis that would both test the young boy and give him a dream. On a long day out at sea, he and his father returned to Ardglass to find it under siege, a small regimen of bandits had decided themselves proper to attack the helpless village. Many of the populace was slaughtered, but a miracle showed itself that day, in an attempt to protect his son, Lewis Brannigan would fight against one of the bandits with the only weapon he had, a harpoon; while this would ultimately prove fatal, right as the final blow was struck on Lewis a man came from the shadows and struck the bandit down. He came by like lightning, William had barely captured the features of the man, clad in sharp armor and wielding what appeared to be a sort of spear. That day William lost his father, but gained a dream.
1st of Ziena, 1636 WD
Sixteen years had passed since the day that changed William's life, it rested on the shoulders of him and his two brothers to keep their mother stable. Over the years, the young man had grown into a full blown adult, reminescent of his father in many ways. One day, he and his brothers were eout on the boat when a storm began to blow in. They turned back, returning home to find their mother dead, she had died in her sleep from an illness she didn't know she had. The brothers mourned this, but William also saw this as his opportunity, to be like the man that ahd saved his life, fashinioning his own lance, he would take off into the wilderness on his own to make his own destiny.
Equipment:
Six Foot Bronze Lance - Designed by William, It composes of a similar design to a harpoon typically used by fishermen, as it was built from one, maintaining the tip and with parts sharpened to act as cutting edges in cases where the thrust would eb less useful than a slash with the weapons. This lance contains no hand guard, and has a fin at the opposing end tot he tip.
Fishing Net
Normal textile clothing - nothing of importance, merely simple colors.
Abilities: None
Alias: None
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Birthday: 3rd of Arten
Age: 24
Occupation: Freelance Dragoon/Fisherman by Trade
Home Country: Ardglass, Baltica (Small fishing village on the western shoreline)
Appearance:
William, he was born a lean child. He had no exquisite features to him except for the peculiar ratio of leg length to torso length, his legs being longer of course. This was common amongst his familiar, the origin of this was lost with history as it had made them no different from others despite their height. William was about six feet tall in his mid youth, around fifteen years old he as taller than his own father and hit his stunt at age nineteen when he was six and a half feet tall.
Like the rest of his family he has a bland, almost apricot complexion and shaggy, yet maintained dark brown hair, almost shoulder length at his current age. A small goatee encompasses his mouth and hangs lightly down. He has light bulk to him due to helping his father with his occupation, the weight of fish building his muscle to fit such, and his activities since only reinforcing this matter.
(Picture to come at a later time)
History:
3rd of Arten, 1613 WD - William is Born unto the world
Born to a tiny, poor family in Ardglass, William was the third child to Lewis and Penny Brannigan. Ordinary to any child born in the area he was not destined for great things based on his position, rather he was projected to become part of the typical fishing armada the village was known for... really the only thing the village was known for at that. His father was the captain of his own ship, "Lady Minerva", a ship passed down the family lines for a few generations in fact, the skinny body and shallow belly of the ship were only masked by the exquisite craftsmanship of the boat itself and showed it would last much longer than many of its design.
10th of Forgen, 1621 WD - A Young Boy Has a Dream, But Dreams Pay a Price
William, seven now had become ingrained in his family's work, the business of the town itself that is. He had learned at a young age to operate the harpoon efficiently and quickly mastered its use. He was able to compare to many of the veteran fishermen of the village in the manner of casting, but his collection as typical of that of a child. On this particular day however; the village would face a crisis that would both test the young boy and give him a dream. On a long day out at sea, he and his father returned to Ardglass to find it under siege, a small regimen of bandits had decided themselves proper to attack the helpless village. Many of the populace was slaughtered, but a miracle showed itself that day, in an attempt to protect his son, Lewis Brannigan would fight against one of the bandits with the only weapon he had, a harpoon; while this would ultimately prove fatal, right as the final blow was struck on Lewis a man came from the shadows and struck the bandit down. He came by like lightning, William had barely captured the features of the man, clad in sharp armor and wielding what appeared to be a sort of spear. That day William lost his father, but gained a dream.
1st of Ziena, 1636 WD
Sixteen years had passed since the day that changed William's life, it rested on the shoulders of him and his two brothers to keep their mother stable. Over the years, the young man had grown into a full blown adult, reminescent of his father in many ways. One day, he and his brothers were eout on the boat when a storm began to blow in. They turned back, returning home to find their mother dead, she had died in her sleep from an illness she didn't know she had. The brothers mourned this, but William also saw this as his opportunity, to be like the man that ahd saved his life, fashinioning his own lance, he would take off into the wilderness on his own to make his own destiny.
Equipment:
Six Foot Bronze Lance - Designed by William, It composes of a similar design to a harpoon typically used by fishermen, as it was built from one, maintaining the tip and with parts sharpened to act as cutting edges in cases where the thrust would eb less useful than a slash with the weapons. This lance contains no hand guard, and has a fin at the opposing end tot he tip.
Fishing Net
Normal textile clothing - nothing of importance, merely simple colors.
Abilities: None
