Whitey

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Basic Info

Character Name: Whitey

Gender:Male

Age:25

General Background Information

Born as an oddity, in a land of similarities. Born cream white, many thought he was a messenger of god, or an abomination that must be hidden from humanity. He came into the world, a son of declining nobility. His family owned little at the time, a small portion of the great wealth that once ran through his blood. Despite his family's hardships, they afforded him a good education, and trained him for the rigours of aristocracy and life at court. Growing up as a young man, he was sent to live in the regional lord's court. From here he learnt all that goes on inside of a lords court, and the many deviant practices which goes on behind closed doors. Being whiter than the marble of the floors, he was hidden during any court affairs that involved lowly matters, and proudly displayed as the head-page when anyone of importance arrived. When he was not in the lord's halls, his time was spent with the groundskeepers, for a had a knack and a passion of the outdoors. Many an hour was spent with the groundskeepers, helping with anything that needed to be done around the castle. He spent the next few years of my life learning the ways of court, and the basics of survival, and some very nice landscaping. But his picturesque life was torn from my grasp, for a war had come, Knocking on his door. He was trained as a soldier, as the lord's personal squire. He received the title of Knight, and learnt the ways of the sword and bow. But alas, this did not last long. The castle was besieged, and the king slain. He fled in exile for years, living off the land and seeking comfort in few possessions and trusting few. His wanderings had taken him far and wide, and many had learned of his potential and tried to make him stay. But he wandered still, looking for something; he knew not what. In his wanders, he has seen many things, from the mines of Moria, to great castles which defy logic and reason. But his wanderings seemed to have always taken him somewhere, as if life had a mission for him, and reason for him to live. One, glorious day, he found his purpose. Many a-times his wanderings have brought him to old, derelict ruins. But this was different, it drew him here. He could not keep my eyes off the old tower, it was mesmerizing. As a rule he generally kept out of ruins, fearing what they might hide, but this one.... Was different. He climbed the tower, cautiously, fearing its collapse. When he had finished his ascent of those long, spiral stairs, he stood in an immaculate room. The room seemed new, and untarnished, immune to the horrors of the the tower's condition. As he glanced around, he noticed he kept being drawn to one part of the room. A large, hard wooden door, with iron hinges. As he stared at it, he noticed a strange light emitting through the crack. Out of sheer curiosity, he crept into the room, to find a multitude of strange artifacts and documents. At one corner was a tall, ornate mirror. Fascinated, he approached it. He watched in awe as colourful clouds swirled around behind his own reflection.

He reached out to touch the shiny surface, oblivious to what was going to happen.

He felt a jolt, as if someone pulled me forward by the scruff of my collars. The falling sensation had my heart racing, and he flailed about in a desperate attempt to stop myself from falling, to no avail. Falling through the colourful clouds, he has thought of my doom, that it’s finally here, rather prematurely. His thoughts went to his family, of what would become of them, now that he was falling to his doom. A single tear trickled, and was pushed up his face from the air rushing against him. Just then he noticed the clouds around me were white, and shortly after, he burst through the cloud lines into open space, a vast body of water lay right below me. He angled myself downwards, bracing himself for impact on the water surface. The cold water took his breath away. He felt like he plunged down at least 12 feet underwater. He struggled in the murky water, swimming up as fast as his limbs could propel me. he broke through the surface, gasping hard for much needed air. Land stood just before him, and he paddled his way there, and crawled up to safety on a stretch of sandy beach. After dragging myself a good way from the water, he flopped on his back on the warm sands, looking up in the blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds. When he awoke from his slumber, he was taken aback by my surroundings, and my possessions, or rather my lack of. He had nothing but the coat on his back, and not a cent to my name. As he wandered, He had a revelation! He was not a god fearing man, as he does not believe in one, but his mission.. his purpose... was clear. He was destined to leave my mark upon this land, and its people.

Physical Condition/Description

He sticks to a nickname he was given long ago, during my times as the head-page; Lilwhitey. For he was a small child at the time, contrary to now, as he now stands at exactly 6´. The White part he does not need to literate on, as it is painfully obvious. Due to my obvious appearance, he generally wears a full trench coat and gloves with a light brimmed hat. He prefers light, leather armour as to not slow me down. My face is the only part of me that shows, and even then it is masked by the shadow of my hat and the glow of my red eyes. He tends to stick to small, trusted groups, talking through a middle man and providing advice when he can.

Character Objective

He wishes to gain a sense of being, and of preservation. He wants to leave a lasting impression on this land, something to call his, which will never fall to those who seek to destroy him. He wants to be the person behind actions, acting as a silent voice, while keeping those dear to him well and silent...