Wilhelm Von Stadler

Name: Wilhelm Von Stadler
Age: 35
Race: Human
Height: 6’4”
Alignment: Lawful Good
Weight: 239 lbs
Eye color: Ice blue left, Grey right
Hair color: Steel
Normal cloth attire: Commoner clothes
Armor: Heavy plated, Shield
Any other facial features/looks: Many scars across his body, muscular, and a pronounced vertical scar over his right eye.
Region: Crimson region
Weapons: Shield, Bastard sword, Two throwable hand axes
Racial Abilities: Nah
Abilities: Weak healing spell, Weak shielding/protection spell
Skills: Hand to hand grappling, Sword and shield fighting

Strengths: While he is well trained in combat with a sword and shield, the true strength that Wilhelm possesses is his resolve. His passion for what is right and just lets him put aside his own suffering, risking life and limb for the good of his fellow man. There is no greater honor than to suffer for a cause as pure as that of Tyr, god of justice and righteousness. As a bonus, his less than enjoyable childhood has made him rather used to pain.

Weaknesses: Same as his strength. His resolve is in many ways a double edged sword. If given the choice, he would give his life for another, even for a total stranger. Furthermore, Wilhelm is far too trusting, and believes there is good in anyone.

Goals: Wilhelm’s goal is simple. Inspire hope where there is none, and strike merciless fear into the hearts of those who steal hope from those who hold it close. No evil shall be safe from his holy light.
Alliances: Holy warriors

Reference Image: https://i.imgur.com/evjD5Bl.jpg

Personality: Honorable, courageous, and righteous, Wilhelm believes above all else in what is good and just, and will never ally himself with evil. Aside from this, he is often a jovial and cheerful man, a determined gentleman, and has a firm grip on his emotions. He refuses to let his past haunt others on his behalf. He is honor bound to his word, and would die before going back on a promise or lying. In his eyes, there is no greater honor than to suffer for another's wellbeing; If ever there is a scenario in which he is interrogated by someone who intends to harm an ally of his, no amount of torture would break his oath to protect others, and he would readily die and carry his secrets to the grave to keep his friends safe.

	If you are truly honest and good to your very core, you can count Wilhelm as a friend, ally, and steadfast protector rooted in stone and steel until his dying breath takes him to his end.

Backstory: Wilhelm was born in the slums of dead mans creak. Throughout his childhood, he was raised by a man and woman who showed him no love, and no understanding… Only abuse. The thirty five year old Wilhelm has more scars than he can count, but few know that many of them are not from glorious battles or tales of heroics; In fact, many these unsightly gashes and scars were given to him as a small, defenseless child.

    But something rather powerful had been planted within young Wilhelm, a gift that saved him from the darkest corners of the human mind, from the black and cold grasp of darkness. He had been given the worst life that life could have dealt him; He should have by all means been nothing more than a destructive young man filled with hate, a sociopath to the bitter end… But he wasn’t. Wilhelm was far beyond the odd one out in this less than desirable region, but within him was a spark that no drunkard father or hateful mother could extinguish. It was resolve. It was justice. It was a moral compass that no abusive parent, common thief, demon, or tyrannical overlord could waver. It was love, compassion, understanding. It was the ability to look past his own suffering, and instead into the world he lived in, the ability to put aside the idea of his own bitter hand in life for the sake of bolstering the hand of others.

    Years passed, and Wilhelm was seventeen. He had plans for his life, plans far from this accursed family. He ran away without a word to his family, and without a look behind him, he joined the church of Tyr. He would never see his family again, instead devoting himself to the word of Tyr, and to apply his unwavering resolve to the upholding of law and good.

    Now at age twenty one, his life had never looked brighter. A well known priest, he had traveled with a group of missionaries, seen the world, and most of all, he had the chance to inspire those who had done wrong, given them a chance to be redeemed. Something still felt off, however. As a priest, he felt no greater honor than to spread the word of Tyr, but he wanted to do more. He wanted to fight for it, to be a defender, a steadfast guardian of holy light, rooted in stone and steel! One day, he was visiting a small village, not unlike his home. He was just on his way to the inn for the night, when he heard a sound that would haunt anyones nightmares. A screaming child. Not of a spoiled child being told no, but of one in distress. He hurried in the direction of the noise, until he spotted it; A child, bloodied and bruised. He knew not why, but he approached the attacker. What happened, happened in a flash of steel and reflexes. The man spotted him, and made an attempt to kill the child and escape the scene. He pulled out a steel dagger and thrusted it towards the child… And Wilhelm grabbed the blade. A steady stream of blood ran to a puddle under his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the attacker. He felt no pain, rather it felt as though experiences someone else pain, dissociated from his own body. With all his might, he wrenched the blade from the attackers hand, and with a clean strike, the attacker was unconscious.

This was the moment he knew. He was no priest. He had the passion of a warrior, and would fight as the hand of Tyr. He would devote himself to the innocent and the weak, protecting those who are unable to protect themselves. He would fight to his dying breath in the name of Tyr, as his paladin.