Post by wing on Apr 21, 2015 6:20:07 GMT
Character Name: Wing Law
Age: 23
Class: Rogue Adventurer
HIGH CONCEPT:
The words caution and trespassing are really not in Wing's vocabulary. He makes his living crawling through crypts, searching out more and more obscure legendary artifacts. Some he keeps, if he finds what they do useful, the others he sells to fund his ever more hair raising adventures. A jack of all trades, he owns a small salvage sea craft he has dubbed The Deputy of Arkham. With this he travels to exciting lands and gets into more trouble than any one person has a right to. Through quick talking and quicker wits he has thus far been able to escape lasting injury. Though heaven knows there are some ports he is just not welcome in any longer.
Phase Aspect: Hot Shot Relic Hunter
TROUBLE CONCEPT:
Wing grew up without much money, and as a result has a bit of an unhealthy obsession with the procurement of funds and finding the next big score. Well meaning at the best of times he has a true appreciation for history and culture that stems from his extensive travels. Prone to fits of restlessness unless he is hunting down the next interesting item he can be irritable and short tempered; getting him into tricky situations.
Phase Aspect: Adrenaline Junkie Who Leaps Before He Looks
BACKGROUND CONCEPT:
Wing was adopted by a family who came to the states from a small village in Japan. While his hard working parents truly cared for him, Wing always felt out of place due to the difference in nationality. Wing struggled through schools, never feeling like he fit in. Being mocked for his poor parents and strange living situation followed him through his attempts at college up until his father got into an accident at work and was rendered disabled. Wing quit school and began procuring items he could sell to the highest bidder. Always sending the largest portion of the funds to his now aging parents. Keeping his father's prescriptions filled and a roof over their heads.
Phase Aspect: Honor with THIS Thief
RISING CONFLICT CONCEPT:
When Wing was starting out he was not as careful as he should have been in selected a fence for his. Er. "Liberated" artifacts. As a result he came to the attention of a corporation calling themselves Mongkak. Originally thinking they were sending him after artifacts with full intent of paying him, Wing discovered the artifacts he was after were going to be used to enslave and ruin lives. And that the "payment" would most likely take the form of several rounds of ammunition fired at high velocity. Barely escaping with his life, Wing is now looking over his shoulder every time he attempts to procur any item. Often finding himself in direct conflict with the shadowy Mangkak organization; he is beginning to think he has stumbled onto the machinations of something larger. Something sinister in a way the world has rarely seen.
Phase Aspect:
STORY CONCEPT:
At the age of 20, unemployed, struggling through school, and miserable with life, Wing's father was injured at work. The expensive hospital bills were far more than his parents could ever hope to pay Wing found himself out late at night, walking through the streets trying to decide what to do. As he passed under a streetlight on a less than reputable street on the outskirts of town he noticed a gate to a home he had never noticed before. As Wing stared up the walkway to the darkened home a terrible desperate thought struck him. Slipping through the gate he approached the the home through a vast, overgrown yard. Very nearly a forest. The limbs of the trees on either side of the walkway reaching across the path and forming a canopy so dark it felt like going through a tunnel. As he moved forward the light from the moon and stars grew more and more choked; piercing the canopy overhead in silvery shafts. When Wing turned to look behind himself he could no longer even see the gate. As he came through the path to the front of the house it seemed to him that the home had grown. From the street it had looked like a modest three story house fallen on rougher times. Now standing in front of the home it had five or more stories. With several towers and verandas. No lights were on, save a small glow coming from a sitting room window to the side. Looking in, Wing's eyes grew huge. Works of art adorned the walls and several glass cases held glittering golden things. Large, comfortable chairs were scattered around close to the stuffed bookcases and a single lantern glowed under an enormous, burnished shield hanging over the cold fireplace, illuminating the single, emerald design lacquered onto it.
Heart pounding, Wing eased the window up and slipped in. The wooden floors creaked under his weight, and while he was sure that in any other situation he would have found this room to be a comfortable place to rest, the present situation had him constantly wiping his palms on his jeans. Licking his lips Wing reached out to lift the glass case over several glittering cups.
"I have to say, not what I would go for if it were me. Shoot for the emeralds by the door. Way more value for the weight." A voice said from behind him. Wing's heart slammed against his ribs and he tasted bile on the back of his throat. Turning he found a boy about a year younger than him sitting in the chair.
"I - I - I'm S-Sorry." He stammered. "I don't know what came over me. I swear I have never done anything like this." He knew he was babbling. The boy's eyebrow rose and he smiled slightly.
"First time for everything I suppose. I am more impressed by the fact that you are even here. It is not everyone the manor chooses to appear for. Something tells me that you must be in a bind." The boy rose and walked over to one of the end tables by a chair. Opening a drawer he pulled out a drawstring leather bag that clinked silently. He tossed it to Wing and winked.
"Next time I see you, we can talk about how you want to pay me back." Wing caught the bag and looked back up. He was standing back in the street under the streetlight by the stone wall. The gate was there, but rusted and hanging from one hinge. Beyond lay a vacant lot filled with scrub brush and old fast food wrappers.
Phase Aspect: Wing's Moving Castle
Guest Star:
Age: 23
Class: Rogue Adventurer
HIGH CONCEPT:
The words caution and trespassing are really not in Wing's vocabulary. He makes his living crawling through crypts, searching out more and more obscure legendary artifacts. Some he keeps, if he finds what they do useful, the others he sells to fund his ever more hair raising adventures. A jack of all trades, he owns a small salvage sea craft he has dubbed The Deputy of Arkham. With this he travels to exciting lands and gets into more trouble than any one person has a right to. Through quick talking and quicker wits he has thus far been able to escape lasting injury. Though heaven knows there are some ports he is just not welcome in any longer.
Phase Aspect: Hot Shot Relic Hunter
TROUBLE CONCEPT:
Wing grew up without much money, and as a result has a bit of an unhealthy obsession with the procurement of funds and finding the next big score. Well meaning at the best of times he has a true appreciation for history and culture that stems from his extensive travels. Prone to fits of restlessness unless he is hunting down the next interesting item he can be irritable and short tempered; getting him into tricky situations.
Phase Aspect: Adrenaline Junkie Who Leaps Before He Looks
BACKGROUND CONCEPT:
Wing was adopted by a family who came to the states from a small village in Japan. While his hard working parents truly cared for him, Wing always felt out of place due to the difference in nationality. Wing struggled through schools, never feeling like he fit in. Being mocked for his poor parents and strange living situation followed him through his attempts at college up until his father got into an accident at work and was rendered disabled. Wing quit school and began procuring items he could sell to the highest bidder. Always sending the largest portion of the funds to his now aging parents. Keeping his father's prescriptions filled and a roof over their heads.
Phase Aspect: Honor with THIS Thief
RISING CONFLICT CONCEPT:
When Wing was starting out he was not as careful as he should have been in selected a fence for his. Er. "Liberated" artifacts. As a result he came to the attention of a corporation calling themselves Mongkak. Originally thinking they were sending him after artifacts with full intent of paying him, Wing discovered the artifacts he was after were going to be used to enslave and ruin lives. And that the "payment" would most likely take the form of several rounds of ammunition fired at high velocity. Barely escaping with his life, Wing is now looking over his shoulder every time he attempts to procur any item. Often finding himself in direct conflict with the shadowy Mangkak organization; he is beginning to think he has stumbled onto the machinations of something larger. Something sinister in a way the world has rarely seen.
Phase Aspect:
STORY CONCEPT:
At the age of 20, unemployed, struggling through school, and miserable with life, Wing's father was injured at work. The expensive hospital bills were far more than his parents could ever hope to pay Wing found himself out late at night, walking through the streets trying to decide what to do. As he passed under a streetlight on a less than reputable street on the outskirts of town he noticed a gate to a home he had never noticed before. As Wing stared up the walkway to the darkened home a terrible desperate thought struck him. Slipping through the gate he approached the the home through a vast, overgrown yard. Very nearly a forest. The limbs of the trees on either side of the walkway reaching across the path and forming a canopy so dark it felt like going through a tunnel. As he moved forward the light from the moon and stars grew more and more choked; piercing the canopy overhead in silvery shafts. When Wing turned to look behind himself he could no longer even see the gate. As he came through the path to the front of the house it seemed to him that the home had grown. From the street it had looked like a modest three story house fallen on rougher times. Now standing in front of the home it had five or more stories. With several towers and verandas. No lights were on, save a small glow coming from a sitting room window to the side. Looking in, Wing's eyes grew huge. Works of art adorned the walls and several glass cases held glittering golden things. Large, comfortable chairs were scattered around close to the stuffed bookcases and a single lantern glowed under an enormous, burnished shield hanging over the cold fireplace, illuminating the single, emerald design lacquered onto it.
Heart pounding, Wing eased the window up and slipped in. The wooden floors creaked under his weight, and while he was sure that in any other situation he would have found this room to be a comfortable place to rest, the present situation had him constantly wiping his palms on his jeans. Licking his lips Wing reached out to lift the glass case over several glittering cups.
"I have to say, not what I would go for if it were me. Shoot for the emeralds by the door. Way more value for the weight." A voice said from behind him. Wing's heart slammed against his ribs and he tasted bile on the back of his throat. Turning he found a boy about a year younger than him sitting in the chair.
"I - I - I'm S-Sorry." He stammered. "I don't know what came over me. I swear I have never done anything like this." He knew he was babbling. The boy's eyebrow rose and he smiled slightly.
"First time for everything I suppose. I am more impressed by the fact that you are even here. It is not everyone the manor chooses to appear for. Something tells me that you must be in a bind." The boy rose and walked over to one of the end tables by a chair. Opening a drawer he pulled out a drawstring leather bag that clinked silently. He tossed it to Wing and winked.
"Next time I see you, we can talk about how you want to pay me back." Wing caught the bag and looked back up. He was standing back in the street under the streetlight by the stone wall. The gate was there, but rusted and hanging from one hinge. Beyond lay a vacant lot filled with scrub brush and old fast food wrappers.
Phase Aspect: Wing's Moving Castle
Guest Star: