Westley Thackman (com)

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I'M GONNA MARRY THE NIGHT,





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"Life is a adventure, and I am not letting you end it here."

I WON'T GIVE UP ON MY LIFE,

NAME: Westley Thackman

GENDER: Male

AGE: 22

AFFILIATION: Survivor



GONNA MAKE LOVE TO THE STARS,

PERSONALITY: Life of hunting has granted him a lot of patience. Living in a small village where scavenging for food and/or additional supplies has made him somewhat resourceful. Though lacking a formal education, he has the brains for calculating shots that require the use of a bow or crossbow. He has a strong will to survive and to start a family. When someone has gained his trust to a certain extent he becomes more and more loyal and starts to open up showing a more kind, caring heart that lies within as well as.

Having someone near constantly trying to have him meet his demise has left him a bit more distrusting or cautious of people on the first meeting than other normally would as well as a bit more hardened added with dark humor. Luck with him tends to be a love hate relationship.

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LIKES: Helping others, hunting, sweets, good food in general, exploring, swimming (though not the best at it).

DISLIKES: Betrayal, plans turned pearshaped, people trying to kill him in a constant fashion, braggarts, losing fights, and sleepless nights.



I'M NOT GONNA CRY ANYMORE,

HISTORY: He born into a family of hunters in a village in the outskirts. Growing up in the village most days were a struggle with hunting or scavenging for edible fruits with how far the village was from any town or city. Mostly due to wild animals that tend to raid the small scale farms in the village. Most days they went out hunting to keep the wild animals in check, hoping that with smaller numbers they would not do as much damage to the fields.

With the harder lifestyle that he had left him with wants of leaving the village, to go out to learn possibly better ways of hunting from people in other villages or towns. But that chance never arrived for him when his dad died while hunting a bear with other hunters. With that happening he was forced to stay behind and help the family; little did he know even that was going to be coming to a end when a conscription notice came to the village for the war that had been ongoing.

Going to one of the training centers in the country to be trained and tested, he placed high in his group in terms of ranged fighting either with a bow or a crossbow. He knew where he would be going even without the instructor of low noble birth obviously disliking him, pulling strings to keep him from being tested by Soothesayers or from being a leader of a group since he was just some low born from a village in the sticks. Past that he was trained with others of his ability for ranged combat helping some of the other archers every so often.

When he finally got the chance to go to war things had changed, they had pushed the enemy out of the country and they were on the attack. At the battle of Mile Hill he had gotten some firsthand experience in combat providing indirect fire with crossbows trying to break the enemy's defensive line before getting driven off by thier cannons. Everytime he was still around and not a red mist after hearing cannon fire his prayers were answered. Thier forces could not get up to the cannons not even close. The leader of his squad who was his instructor back in training did not help either with how he was put in dangerous situations time and again than others in his squad. Being the first seen or targeted by other archers, crossbowmen or ancestors forsake the cannons time and time again did not tickle him pink. Being ordered to retrieve some incapacitated soldiers from the field dodging arrows further fueled his dislike of him. But before he could be put in a fatal situation the battle was over when a group of men led by a man name Alabaster managed to steal thier cannons in the night.

As luck would have it his next assignment was on the defensive with the defense of a taken port town named Amos port as a staging area for supplies to reach them to make another push into enemy territory. His luck had a very funny sense of humor as he was still under command of his instructor as this low ranking noble was really starting to get under his skin. It did not mean much to be one of the most experienced soliders in the squad when your superior was out to get you, plotting your demise at everyturn. They knew the enemy was coming in large numbers and yet again he was posted on the front in a stone tower at the entrance to the port town. Sure the tower provided a wide spotting range and allowed for him to hit enemies from farther away, but he knew that his tower was usually the first thing hit.

The battle for the town started in the early morning when they came in force to drive them out of the port town. There was going to be no retreat for them as the ships carrying supplies and men was the life line for thier next push. They could not afford to lose this postion. He caught a break when the enemy did not go for the tower first but tried taking control of the streets below him, instead wanting to take the tower for themselves. The battle raged for 3 days until the reinforcements would arrive. The battle would last 2 days after that.

When reinforcements arrived the enemy gave up trying to take the tower and instead brought in siege weaponry to lay waste to the tower, a good portion of the town, and the ships to soften them up before trying to push them out again. He called for he and the others crossbowmen to be pulled from the tower, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. From how he saw it this was a moment that they would die while thier squad leader being safely away deeper in the port town. Or they would have unbelieveable luck and somehow would survive. Sadly for him that was not the case when the tower fell on his head while eating on the final day of the battle from a direct hit from a catapult.

He should have died in that moment along with every other archer and crossbowman in that tower, but his cruel luck's humor allowed him to live. In pain? Yes, severely ticked off also yes. It took him many hours to dig himself out of the rubble. No one came to dig them out, if anyone else had survived they were officially left behind, left for dead. Though he was glad he had some food still left in his hands, everyone else in the room the were eating was dead. The only thing that kept him alive was a wooden beam that prevented more rubble from landing on him, preventing him from being crushed and allowing him for some movement. He ate what was left in his hands before he dug himself out.

It was night time when he dug himself out, what remained was some unfinished business with his leader. He was going to get revenge on him, to prevent this from happening again. Defenses were lax around the tower, the front line had been pushed up quite a bit out of the town. It allowed him to slip around as he searched for his target. But finding his target was the easy part, the hard part was waiting for his entourage to leave him. The enemy attacking again did it's job for him to snatch him away. The next step was him to load him onto a fishing boat then sail it to a hidden area deep within friendly lines. The only thing that got in the way was other ships in the area blocking his way forcing him to take a different route farther into the sea. Then his luck decided to step in with a storm to force him to lose his way before washing him and his captive off the bow of his borrowed boat to ran into him a second later knocking him out. When he woke up he had washed up on a unknown island.

FAMILY: Dad (Deceased), Mother (45), younger brother (10), younger sister (8), younger sister (6)

POWERS: Unknown if he has any

WEAPONS: Cross bow, double edged tanto styled dagger, and a hunting knife



DOWN THE STREETS I LOVE,

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PASSWORD: Moon Cookies

CUSTOM TITLE: The Left Behind

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Wesley crept from the destroyed tower, he was battered, pissed to a severe degree, not broken in any sense. He had to have a little chat with mr noble who just killed everyone he was with along with almost him. One that would end with his tanto inside his gut. That would solve a lot of his current problems, and eliminate some one who was plotting his downfall. Though that would only open it up for other problems to take it's place. His current problem was the two other men right next to his target. The sound of cannonfire signalling an enemy attack solved that problem as he watched his 'friends' leave him. He did not have a chance to get too far away when he brought his tanto up to his throat. He grinned when he heard a gasp from the noble. "Surprised? Well so I am to survive a stone tower falling on my head." He spoke softly to the noble. "Wesley..." His grin grew larger when he heard the noble speak his name.

"So here is the plan, you and me are going to have a nice little trip. Any calls for help and you get to meet your ancestors in a very... unfortunate way." He said as he made his way on to small fishing boat.

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LYRICS FROM LADY GAGA'S "MARRY THE NIGHT".

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