Ragbag Wilson

Character Details
Player - Topher Murray

Class - Fighter

Race - Stout Halfling

Alignment - Lawful Good

Introduction
Hello, my name is Ragbag Wilson, and as expected of any halfling, I am not very intimidating. But make no mistake, I WILL fuck up your shit.

Alister Rhys Marteus IV. Have you heard this name? To the world, this name means betrayal. Betrayal of one's country, family, and honor. A curse used by a fallen people, it is as irredeemable as any dungeon crawling abomination.

To me, this is my name. A name I will fight for. A name that will be redeemed.

I was born to a noble Choranthan house, and rose to be Commander of the Borian Guard, chosen by the Duke as the primary defense force of the kingdom. I was of high station. I was destined for such a position, but my people's respect was one that I earned through fighting prowess and strategy.

The world thinks that I turned my back on these people, that I was the unfaithful protector. When we were attacked by a well organized force led by a Sorcerer Lord, that I abandoned my bonds and slew my countryman. In truth, I was present in body, but not in mind. This Sorcerer Lord had enslaved my soul to his halfling captive, a poor creature subverted into evil. My kingdom was destroyed from within, my people killed or scattered, my house burned to the ground. My name burned with it.

I was able to escape with scant evidence of what happened, unable to prove to anyone that I was who I said or that there was foul play. I must find the Sorcerer Lord to reclaim my original body and reveal his treachery, but there are a million obstacles between him and this shitty halfling body. Unable to find a way forward, I must regain respect and prowess. I must rise in station and command a great army.

To that end, I have made camp with a mercenary band, starting again at the bottom. I have spent the first two months fighting with my traditional martial weapons, but I was so weak and awkward that it only made me look worse. I was the laughing stock of the camp! No one believed that I was capable of greatness, but I have tasted it, and know what I meant to do. My will is iron, and if I must become Ragbag to do so, then Ragbag I will become. I will embrace this vessel, and use it to become a renowned warrior. I must use agility and cunning, instead of brute force, relearning my core movements and adapting to a new playing field. Fuck these guys, I will prove myself.