Post by JezusBagels on Jun 9, 2009 14:55:37 GMT -5
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Profession: Walking Death-Sentence
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Profession: Walking Death-Sentence
Appearance:
A hulk of a man, Wesley stands at a height of near seven feet, weighing almost four-hundred pounds. Muscles bulge from every visible part of his body. He is heavily tanned. His skin is riddled with scars across his arms, legs and torso, as well as one long line traveling down the entire right side of his face.Personality:
He has black eyes, said to pierce the very souls of his victims. He sport straight blond-hair, hanging down around his shoulders and a short goatee. His teeth are bright yellow and his gums are bright red.
Wesley lives for the hunt and the kill. He gets his enjoyment from watching his enemies bleed. This being said, he's not the brightest tool in the shed. He isn't much for subtlety or tact, wielding a stern belief in the brute mentality of combat. He is easily susceptible to alcohol, tobacco and other tempting substances.History:
Despite his violent nature, Wesley can be completely genial in the right environment. He loves bars and taverns, drinking songs, drinking games and pretty much anything else that involves drinking.
He is not one to take orders and tends to become quite hostile whenever someone gives him a task without saying, "please."
Wesley's mother died in child-birth, an event that caused his father to hate him from the moment he came into the world. His father always saw him as more of an animal than a son. He kept Wesley in a cage and, from the day he was able to stand on his own, used him in a series of illegal child-fight-clubs across Skandia to earn money. Wesley never minded the abuse. It was just their way of life. He never knew anything else.Additional Information:
Because he started fighting at such a young age, Wesley became very strong and came to enjoy the violence that was his life. He never got an education, nor was he given much chance to experience affection or any other emotions, leaving him a very stupid, emotionally stunted super-hulk.
Wesley rarely lost a match in the fight-clubs that his father forced him into. In his entire career, he didn't lose more than a dozen times. His reputation became quite menacing.
One night, when Wesley was seventeen years old and already quite large, a man came to his cage and, trying to sabotage Wesley and his father, informed him of how he was being mistreated. He suggested that when his father let him out of the cage for the fight that night, Wesley should escape and kill his father.
Wesley was furious and that night, when his father opened the cage, he grabbed his father by the head and crushed the small man's skull between his palms. He proceeded to steal a large battle axe and slaughter every person assembled for the fight-club.
After acquiring some warm furs and clothing, Wesley fled into the mountains on Skandia's eastern border, living in a small hut of his own creation for nearly two years. During this time, he wrestled with the beasts of the mountains, becoming even stronger and honing his fighting abilities. He killed any hunter or traveler that was unfortunate enough to cross his path.
When he felt ready, Wesley descended from the mountains and has since made his way all around the known world, marauding as an infamous bandit, hit-man, murderer and arsonist.
Wesley still wields the giant axe that he used on the night of his escape.