Appearance-
Name- Ser William Black
Gender- Male
Race- Human
Personality- Walter is sarcastic, with a black sense of humor, and a pragmatic, amoral philosophy for life. However, he is not completely heartless. Despite his title, he could care very little for honor and thus prefers to engage his enemies from afar, and fights dirty and unfair up close.
Weapons/Equipment-
Heavy Crossbow
Steel Bolts
Arming Sword
Wooden Kite shield
Gambeson over a Chain Shirt
Helmet as seen in pic
Bio/History- Son of a whore and the bastard of some soldier of a foreign army, William was not born into any sort of nobility. As such, to help support his mother and himself he worked to the bone in any job that would take a bastard street urchin. Come his 14th birthday, he and many other desperate young men enlisted in the Kingdom's armies. It was harsh and he had many close calls, but these were the facts of life and war was one of the best mentors. Soon enough, he was "promoted" to a role as an arbalist for his quick wit and sharp eyes, and where many men expected this position to be far from the front-lines, it was the opposite. Constant threat from flanking cavalry made him into the bitter and sardonic man he is today, and it just so happened that he received his current title during such a skirmish. Flanks would be fortunate to host a counter-charge from their own cavalry, but when such tactics fail the footmen had to pick up the slack. William was fortunate enough to kill the right man, thus saving the right man. It wasn't intended of course, just another target, but the young blue-blooded prince (or duke? Whatever.) felt it necessary to offer William a title, and thus William accepted.
That said he received no fancy castle or elaborate banners, but at least his mum had a nice farmhouse to live the remainder of her life with, and William was afforded enough title and rank to whore and drink his payroll during leave.
Other-
"Can't say I'm surprised, this wouldn't be the first time I had a knife pointed at my cock."
