Post by wastelandronin on Jun 12, 2018 15:19:57 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Vyse Wylde
Nickname: N/A
Age: 19
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Blood Type: AB+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
Music, Camping, Equipment Maintenance, Drinking
Talents:
Ambidextrous, Plays guitar, basic mechanics, basic first aid, basic fieldcraft
Favorite things:
Miscellaneous:
Mental Information
Personality:
Introverted & mistrusting of others, often likes to be solitary. Otherwise free spirited & dependable to those he lets close
Mentality:
Sane,
Ideal:
Believes everyone has free choice in their decisions & should be held responsible for their actions, no matter the situations their in
Belief:
N/A
Physical Information
Build:
Average height, Lean, Toned
Defining Marks:
A small horizontal scar under his left eye
Description:
History Information
History:
Vyse Wylde was a fringe resident of territory 65, the only son to a single father; a former veteran of the last war. Life on the fringe was not easy, living out of a tiny cabin, constantly foraging & hunting for food & clean water, but he did everything with his father, & his father taught him all the skills he would need to survive the harsh world he was born into everything from how to fire a rifle to how to live out of a simple backpack. Then that terrible day arrived, it was like any other time they visited a trading camp, going to trade excess food or water for things that could not be found in the wilderness. That was when the stranger arrived, an ex-qi specialist, the man was clearly unstable as shortly after he arrived he preceded to attack everyone in the camp, finally he set his sights on Vyse. His father quickly intervened & was tragically killed, but not before the visitor & Vyse were both injured. Wounded & on the brink of death, watching his father die; the only man that he knew & cared for him. Something changed, something inside him made him feel of stone, it saved him when he should have died. With the strangers last breaths Vyse picked up his fathers rifle, lined up the sights with the strangers heart, & squeezed the trigger.
He was found days later by a territory 259 first response team among the wreckage of the camp, a sole survivor among the dead bodies, he was promptly sent to PHS 259, Cabal Acadamy, as an applicable qi-trainee.
