Wilt

Information

Player: Rigley

Character Full Name: William Gilles

Character In-Game Name: Wilt

Nickname(s): Wilt, Ragdoll, Clock, Janitorial Grunt A

Association(s): -

Race: Forsaken

Class: Warrior

Age: 23 at death.

Sex: Male

Hair: Green and shaggy, having a stiff quality to it.

Eyes: None

Weight: 150 lbs

Height: 5'8"

Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance

A robe and mask.

Other: Unable to speak. While some think its due to his masks, he has no lower jaw. His right hand is unsteady, and unable to properly hold weapons. Very tidy for an undead.

Personality

Wilt is a surprisingly pleasant person to be around, for being a forsaken. Unlike most he doesn't seem spiteful at others for their being alive, and will usually attempt to be as kindly as possible to most people. Despite being sociable enough Wilt prefers to be left alone, being a bookish sort. While it's hard to understand him, he's usually an optimistic person towards any given situation.

History

William Gilles was born in the capitol city of Lordaeron, roughly 23 years before the scourge invasion of the kingdom. The youngest of three children to a house servant and a impoverished clockmaker who met his fate to bandits during his wife's pregnancy, Will Gilles was born into low expectations. From an early age Will and his brothers grew up trying to provide a living for their family, saddled with the responsibility of trying to help care for a frequently sickly mother and the well being of all three siblings.The oldest son, Bertram, resorted to thieving, and found himself in jail. The middle child, Dorean, was too slothful to hold a steady job for long. William ended up as the one doing the brunt of the work for the family.

William was not completely resigned to a life of poverty, however. William managed to scrounge up old rags which he sewed into more... complete rags, at least, and ones that looked barely presentable. Will also took up his father's clockworks and began to work more artistically with wood carvings from a set of tools left behind by his father.

While saddled with a tough lot in life, William didn't resent fate for it. He found his own hobbies and interests in the time he could spare, managing to keep his father's clock shop running for a few years before it ultimately fell out of business. After his clockworks became useless Will took up selling carvings for a time, though he was crippled from this when an accident from one of his various odd jobs as a farm aid led to a loss of use in his right hand. Unable to work as a craftsman and still having two in his family to provide to, Will sold his final carvings and tools and sought a job elsewhere.

Eventually Gilles took a steady job as a cryptkeeper, sweeping the ancient stone hallways and assisting with some funeral services. While a morose task, William was glad to have a steady pay, especially one in which his crippled right hand would be irrelevant. While seeing many veterans coming through made it a somber task, it was a paying task nonetheless. William worked for many months in the crypts, and when the first scourge attacks came he was toiling away in one of the musty halls beneath the city. Tremors from the great cacophony transpiring above caused the ancient walls to quake, and a collapse trapped Gilles beneath.

After a few hours of waiting a part of the ceiling gave way and crushed Gilles, some of the rubble landing square on his jaw and snapping it.

When the forsaken retook Lordaeron and the capitol, the crypts beneath were transformed into the Undercity. Amidst cleared rubble they found Gilles, who had been afflicted with the plague of undeath during scourge occupation, though he remained trapped under rubble. Unable to speak clearly enough to clarify his name to his rescuers they dubbed him 'Wilt', regarding his shaggy discolored hair and limp right hand.

Will, or Wilt, as he was now called, found himself deep in thought for days over his predicament. Fate was always particularly sour to him, indeed. Perhaps, though, there was more hope for him now. Wilt returned to what he knew best, and by now all he knew to do was clean. Seeing that possibilities for this were a bit slim in a city populated by undead, though, he quickly relocated to Silvermoon. He tends to different odd jobs there and amongst the horde, trying to find his place in this new 'life'.