Ralph Wilson
11-18-08, 12:41 PM
Name: Ralph Wilson
Age: 20
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5”10 or 70in
Weight: 152lb
Occupation: Mercenary
Personality:
Ralph has that ‘I don’t care’ attitude. He’s very selfish and loves money. He’s very easy to bribe because of this. Deep down though, he has a soft side, but no one has ever seen it. He thinks he’s the best mercenary there has ever been.
Appearance:
Ralph wears a dark brown, hooded, leather cloak that reaches to his knees. He also wears a dark brown button-up, long-sleeve, cotton shirt underneath. His black, leather pants tuck into his black, leather boots that reach to his shins. Long, black hair covers his head and reach to his shoulders. His eyes are dark brown and he has a dark beard growing from his chin out to his ears. A small holster for his sword is located on his right side.
History:
It all started on the island of Corone. Ralph’s dad, Michael Wilson, was a horrible man that beat his mother and gambled all their money away. He would make Ralph and his mother, Dana Wilson, work for food and more money to gamble. Every cent that they made for Michael was then used at the local pub for gambling purposes. One night, when Ralph was twelve, Michael was incredibly drunk and he had just come home from the pub. It was about midnight and he slammed the front door open, waking Ralph and Dana. It was a two-bedroom house and Michael marched right into the room Dana had been in.
All Ralph could hear was things being thrown around in the room and his mother screaming, and his father screaming right back. Something bad was happening and Ralph knew it. He got up from his comfy bed to go see what was happening. His head peeked around the corner of his door and he could see the door of his parents’ room right down the hallway, still open. Ralph slowly crept down the hallway until he was at the opening of the door. He peeked in and screamed. Michael had beaten Dana so bad that there was blood everywhere; on the walls, on the floor, and all over the both of them.
Ralph screamed, “Get away from her! I’m going to kill you, you bastard!” Michael jerked back and saw Ralph standing in the doorway. Ralph quickly looked over at the drawer by his parents’ bed and there was a letter opener sitting there. Michael watched his son’s eyes and thought the same thing he did. Both of them ran over to the drawer and Ralph was half a second faster. He grabbed the letter opener and swiftly stabbed into his father’s neck. Michael slowly fell to the floor, grabbing his neck.
Dana was still lying on the floor, without moving a muscle. Ralph ran over to her and began CPR. After a few minutes of failure, he started screaming for help. It was too late. She was dead.
Ralph took the entire situation personally and blamed himself for it. He always thought he could have done something about it. The boy went from different foster houses almost every month because he was always doing something wrong that would get him kicked out. After 4 years, he was finally eligible to fend for himself. Gangs saw him as a perfect candidate because he was willing to do anything for a little money. Years passed and he had started becoming known for his dirty deeds. He was past those lowly gangs now though. He was doing mercenary work now. Big, powerful men would give him orders to steal, murder, or deal with people. It was easy. It was rewarding. It was how he wanted it to be.
Skills:
Soft steps:
Ralph can walk very soft to where no one can hear him. The harder the floor, the louder his steps are; and the softer the steps, the more quiet.
Swordsmanship:
Since his days of being in gangs, he’s been practicing with all types of different blades. He’s above average with swords and will outmatch many in a sword fight.
Thievery:
Ralph has been pickpocketing for many years and has become exceptional with it. He can’t steal any valuable goods but he can steal papers; letters, etc.
Speed:
He can run slightly faster than the average person, which gives him that extra half-second to react.
Equipment:
Steel sword-
About two feet in length and very sharp.
Two small, rusty daggers-
Attached to Ralph’s left and right thighs by two dark brown straps and about 5 inches long.
Age: 20
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5”10 or 70in
Weight: 152lb
Occupation: Mercenary
Personality:
Ralph has that ‘I don’t care’ attitude. He’s very selfish and loves money. He’s very easy to bribe because of this. Deep down though, he has a soft side, but no one has ever seen it. He thinks he’s the best mercenary there has ever been.
Appearance:
Ralph wears a dark brown, hooded, leather cloak that reaches to his knees. He also wears a dark brown button-up, long-sleeve, cotton shirt underneath. His black, leather pants tuck into his black, leather boots that reach to his shins. Long, black hair covers his head and reach to his shoulders. His eyes are dark brown and he has a dark beard growing from his chin out to his ears. A small holster for his sword is located on his right side.
History:
It all started on the island of Corone. Ralph’s dad, Michael Wilson, was a horrible man that beat his mother and gambled all their money away. He would make Ralph and his mother, Dana Wilson, work for food and more money to gamble. Every cent that they made for Michael was then used at the local pub for gambling purposes. One night, when Ralph was twelve, Michael was incredibly drunk and he had just come home from the pub. It was about midnight and he slammed the front door open, waking Ralph and Dana. It was a two-bedroom house and Michael marched right into the room Dana had been in.
All Ralph could hear was things being thrown around in the room and his mother screaming, and his father screaming right back. Something bad was happening and Ralph knew it. He got up from his comfy bed to go see what was happening. His head peeked around the corner of his door and he could see the door of his parents’ room right down the hallway, still open. Ralph slowly crept down the hallway until he was at the opening of the door. He peeked in and screamed. Michael had beaten Dana so bad that there was blood everywhere; on the walls, on the floor, and all over the both of them.
Ralph screamed, “Get away from her! I’m going to kill you, you bastard!” Michael jerked back and saw Ralph standing in the doorway. Ralph quickly looked over at the drawer by his parents’ bed and there was a letter opener sitting there. Michael watched his son’s eyes and thought the same thing he did. Both of them ran over to the drawer and Ralph was half a second faster. He grabbed the letter opener and swiftly stabbed into his father’s neck. Michael slowly fell to the floor, grabbing his neck.
Dana was still lying on the floor, without moving a muscle. Ralph ran over to her and began CPR. After a few minutes of failure, he started screaming for help. It was too late. She was dead.
Ralph took the entire situation personally and blamed himself for it. He always thought he could have done something about it. The boy went from different foster houses almost every month because he was always doing something wrong that would get him kicked out. After 4 years, he was finally eligible to fend for himself. Gangs saw him as a perfect candidate because he was willing to do anything for a little money. Years passed and he had started becoming known for his dirty deeds. He was past those lowly gangs now though. He was doing mercenary work now. Big, powerful men would give him orders to steal, murder, or deal with people. It was easy. It was rewarding. It was how he wanted it to be.
Skills:
Soft steps:
Ralph can walk very soft to where no one can hear him. The harder the floor, the louder his steps are; and the softer the steps, the more quiet.
Swordsmanship:
Since his days of being in gangs, he’s been practicing with all types of different blades. He’s above average with swords and will outmatch many in a sword fight.
Thievery:
Ralph has been pickpocketing for many years and has become exceptional with it. He can’t steal any valuable goods but he can steal papers; letters, etc.
Speed:
He can run slightly faster than the average person, which gives him that extra half-second to react.
Equipment:
Steel sword-
About two feet in length and very sharp.
Two small, rusty daggers-
Attached to Ralph’s left and right thighs by two dark brown straps and about 5 inches long.