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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ClintforMayor" data-source="post: 2606701" data-attributes="member: 36946">William Hatchet the Lawful Good RogueMy name is Clint and I’m new to the site – I’m interested in playing Character: William Hatchet the Lawful Good Rogue – Human - You already have rogue so you may not be looking for another one, however this is his story. William Hatchet was born in poverty and he never knew his father. Little Hatchet was told by his mother that his father was a sailor and Hatchet’s mother was a lady of the night working the scummy section of Scardale - (or any other large seedy city in the nearby area) – working the dock for tricks. William’s father was one of these tricks. Little Hatchet never knew his fathers name or what he looked like. He remembers his mother telling him that he was the spitting image of his father, but most of the things she had told him are long forgotten. William doesn’t even know for sure what his mother had looked like, deep in his mind he tries to remember, but he often wonders if his memories of her are true or just something in his imagination. William was only five when his mother was murdered by another man she had met in the same fashion she had met his father, for five gold she lost her life. She was tortured for days by some evil tyrant and her body was found scarred and burned on the streets. Nobody cared about a dead prostitute and cared even less about her illegitimate son. William was unlucky enough to have seen his mother after her death, he had watched as the undertaker had driven his cart up near the spot where her dead body had lain. William watched as the tall lanky man had tossed his mother into the back of the cart like used trash and there he had seen her face, his mother’s face was cut up severely. His mother’s ears were cut off, along with her nose and lips, she had looked like a monster hideously deformed and this is the reason that William never can remember what his mother looks like. When he tries to remember he can only see her beautiful face for only a moment, at least what he thinks her face had looked like because the face of the monster he had seen thrown into the back of the cart always comes back and haunts him taking the place of what his real mother’s face looks like in his memory. He has always vowed to kill the man that killed his mother, but he has never had a clue to who the killer was. William Hatchet had to learn to care for himself and he spent the next fourteen years growing up on the streets of Scardale, stealing what he could from the rich merchants and living in the moderate safety of the street gangs in the city; which are mostly made up of other orphans like himself and runaways. Living out of warehouses and abandoned buildings young William eventually learned the skills that has managed to keep him alive. Now, at age nineteen, William Hatchet is turning into a man. Standing five foot ten inches tall with a slender build William doesn’t look like the average adventure. He doesn’t have big muscles or the appearance that he would rip your head off with just a look; instead William looks sort of common maybe even a little geeky looking. Blonde hair adorns his head and his eyes are crystal blue. Dressed in dark brown leather armor William is armed with several weapons. A light crossbow is usually slung over his left shoulder and he carries a morning star attached to his black belt, but his favorite weapon is a dagger. A few daggers can be seen, two attached to his belt and two daggers hilts can be seen sticking out of his scuffed up black leather boots. He wears a long black cloak with a hood that covers most of his body, so there may be more daggers hidden underneath. One of the things that makes him stand out in a crowd is his smile, well not really his smile, but instead it’s his perfect teeth that seem to gleam in the light as he laughs. He also walks with an air of determination and inner strength that might make someone think twice about jumping him even though from the outside he could look like an easy mark. While living his boyhood on the streets of Scardale the young Hatchet had watched as Adventures would come into town and spend their gold. He had secretly always wanted to be like them, the adventuring life had always seemed to call to him as if he had inherited it from his sea fairing father and now finely, a man himself, Hatchet wants the adventuring life more then ever. he has decided that the street life is not good for him anymore and instead he is going to put his skills to good use and see what he can make of himself, now all he has to do is find a party of adventures that will accept him and have need of the skills he posses. William Hatchet leaves the city of Scardale and is on a search for adventure with dreams of far away places and of women and gold. William Hatchet PS: If allowed to play I will put together his stats and stuff as quickly as possible.</blockquote>

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