Description

First Name:Wyatt

Last Name: Gallows

Nickname: Prefers to be called by his last name, the first for close friends only.

Age: 25

Race: Human

Occupation: Mercenary

Personality

Wyatt seems, to most people, incapable of any emotion that is not brooding, aggression or sullen silence. Typically seen around the Bridge Under, waiting on a client or a beer from Ariel, the only waitress not scared of him.
Usually in his leather jacket sunglasses, Wyatt is nonetheless a scary guy to be around, despite the douchy glasses.
He can be a kind man, especially to children, but a lot of the time, he has no time for anyone not paying or begging a favour.
He despises the ideas of destiny and fate, preferring to think that he chooses his path rather than be led down one.

Equipment

Magic Item: Wyatt wears the Ring of Black Stars, an ancient weapon that gives him control over shadows, able to shape and mold them into anything he chooses. In battle, he wears an armour of darkness that makes him a terrible force to behold, though his actual fighting skills leave a lot to be desired. He can, if he strains, form a mechanical horse, of sorts, from the shadows, though he can only hold it for a few minutes at a time.

History

Wyatt was born in London and had to grow up fast. His grandmother, the one who raised him, died under mysterious circumstances and left him her ring, telling him never to wear it until he was eighteen. As a result, he grew up unaware of the Shadowside, but still beliving in more than what he saw. The ring went on a chain around his neck, unworn until long after he was of age.
He joined the Royal marines, lying about his age to get in, before he was trained and shipped off to Afghanistan. A year later, his convoy was attacked and, in the heat of battle, a shadowy voice whispered at him to put on the ring. He slipped it on and the shadows came to him, armouring him in time to surve a bazooka shot to the chest, before proceeding to kill everyone in a mile square. After, he deserted the Marines and escaped to America, eventually going to the Bridge Under to meet Booker, an old friend of his grandmothers. Since then, he has been a mercenary and damn proud of it, with a reputation for ruthless efficiancy.