Post by Wyler Munroe on Jun 13, 2014 19:16:19 GMT
Name: Wyler Munroe
Age: 16
Physical Appearance: Wyler is about normal height though he may well still have a bit more growing to do, 5'7". He's thin but don't mistake that for weak, a very active and physical life style has made him quite fit with wiry muscles. He has dark brown hair, unkempt and often roughly cut when he decides it's getting too long. One noted feature are his piercing blue eyes. Looks wise, girls would consider him quite the catch at a festival dance. Strip him to the waist, which he seldom does except for the very occasional washing, and you would see a crisscross of whip scars on his back.
Strengths: Strangely enough given his size and build, but Wyler is tough, enduring. He's been thru a lot and he just takes it. He's agile and he's a good runner, both for speed and distance. He's a real scrapper too in a fight, underestimate him and he might well take you down. He can use a knife and isn't afraid to either. He can be a quick learner, pick up on things fast despite a total lack of any formal education. Finally he is, as he would call it, 'light fingered', meaning he can pick pockets.
Weaknesses: Tasks involving bulk and pure strength he would not do well at. He cannot read nor write. Maps mean nothing to him, even the actual worth of money is somewhat of a mystery to the young man. He has been given some drill in the use of the state supplied musket he now shoulders but would certainly not be much of a shot. But then muskets are not accurate weapons anyhow. Least he can reload the thing though as of yet, not under the pressure of battle.
Background: Wyler is in the Continental Army for a very specific reason, he got tossed into the ranks by a Boston judge who decided that, instead of another bout in jail for the young street thief who had gotten caught for pickpocketing a gentleman, he could better repay his debt to society by serving in the newly formed army. The crown in England did that sort of thing all the time to get recruits for their army and the patriots desperately needed every man....and in this case boy. Thus Wyler now marches with a company of so-called regulars, meaning long service types not the come and go militiamen. He was told he would need to stay in the army for three years and then could be a free man.
Actually, thus far life as a soldier isn't just that bad, not like he had much of a life earlier as an orphan street urchin barely surviving on the streets of Boston. At least he has a blue coat and a decent pair of shoes though if they keep marching around all the time, those will wear out soon enough he notes. His company officer collects his pay for him though he hasn't seen none of it yet. Best of all the army at least makes a decent attempt to feed it's men so he likes that part.
Wyler has no idea who his parents were, if they are dead or they abandoned him, his world was the streets and docksides of Boston. It was a hard world. He learned early to steal and lie, to fight for what he might be able to get away with. And sometimes failure meant a beating or once, even a whipping by a sadistic city watch captain, he'd been about thirteen then and screamed thru a dozen lashes. Still, he'd been lucky to survive, given his lack of treatment it had been a miracle the infection didn't get him.
As for the soldiers around him, for the most part he's managed to either befriend them or at least gain their respect. The sergeant is rather harsh but then he is to all the men so Wyler doesn't take it personal. His company officer he really has no contact with other than when the man, a fairly rich one they say, goes up and down the ranks for inspection or rides next to them when they march while the officer sits on a fine looking horse. Still, Wyler doesn't complain, well not much.
Even the prospect of a battle doesn't frighten him much, least not so far. He has no love for some stupid king who lives half the world away and tells them what to do. He'd just as soon take a few shots at the symbols of that crown, the hated redcoats.
