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Description

Description: Dirty-blonde hair, long and pulled into a ponytail tied by a piece of leather. Startlingly bright blue eyes, with a light behind them, a sign of his Good heritage. There are only two things that keep him going in this world. Those being, of course, the thought of his charge, and the ideals set in his mind by Good when he was young; That the world can be saved. He is wirey, thin but strong.

Age: 17

Personality

Generally quiet, watching the world with the usual scared paranoia that is so popular. He stutters.

Alignment/Magic type: Good.

Equipment

Appearance: A long white-sleeved shirt, torn from years of use, grey from the dirt and smoke of the slums. Some blood stains it aswell, though its mostly from the people Serl heals. Short brown pants that go to just below his knees, which are in startlingly good condition; I mean, considering. Sandals, homemade, worn and falling apart. A small, rusty dagger on his belt, which is really just a piece of rope. Unknown if he can fight or not.

Equipment: Rusting dagger.

Strengths: Good Magic; Can heal others. Fencing training; Knows how to fight with a rapier or sword, thanks to his training as a child. Flexible; Able to move fast and get out of tight spots, litterally. Resourceful; Knows what to do to get around and do things.

Weaknesses: New to Good Magic; Cannot use it effectivly. Wanted; He knows how to cast Good Magic, and that makes him a target. Abandoned; Nobody to support him but himself. Selfless Magic; Cannot heal himself, only others.

History

A Brief History: Descended from a line of nobleman, the last of the great Houses of Good to have survived over the years, he is possibly one of the last worshippers of Good left in the land. Life has not been easy: His father kicked him out, and left him alone in the world to fend for himself as the Sickness claims people. Something is awakening in him; That much is certain.

William Rodetan's Story