<strong>Name:</strong>Havien Wix<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Hero of:</strong>Bowerstone Old Quarter.<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/><br/><br/><strong>Strength:</strong>4<br/><strong>Stature:</strong>2<br/><strong>Magic Aura:</strong>2<br/><br/><br/><strong>Melee Weapon:</strong>Short Sword -Steel.<br/><strong>Melee Skill:</strong>4<br/><strong>Ranged Weapon:</strong>RIfle/Musket with Bayonet (Previous king's Elite soldiers as example, I forget his name)<br/><strong>Ranged Skill:</strong>3<br/><strong>Magic Spells:</strong>Force Push, FireBall, Lightning (Fable 1)<br/><strong>Magic Skill:</strong>2<br/><br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Havien has the mannerisms of a casual, carefree young man who in reality had to mature and set out on his own at an early age, making it for himself. A generally well intontentioned person, Havien shows respect when he believes is nessecary, and takes the time to listen to someone when in a conversation. Within this light exterior, Havien is darker, calculating and considering, always on the look out for that bloody knife in his back. He has been through enough to make anyone paranoid, and in this case he paranoia pays off as he has had to fend off several attempts on his life.<br/><br/>When in a fight Havien has no real form but is a practiced swords-man who usually sticks to swings, only striking forward if he believes he can take the chance and come out alive. When using his rifle, picked up after fighting the darkness, Havien likes to take some time to aim, if his foe gets too close he focuses on defending himself with the bayonet, using the rifle as a staff instead of trying to grab for his sword. When using his will to fight, Havien is more practiced but less skilled, generally focusing on damaging or killing the foes closest to him, not worrieing about the next ones to come at him.<br/><br/>When dealing with more moralistic circumstances, Havien usually chooses the good or indiferent path, keeping the rent low on a building, his prices at shops usually staying where they were before unless they were too high.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Born in the slums of Old Bowerstone, Havien was the second oldest of eleven children, all from the same parents. Growing up in Bowerstone was difficult for the family, barely able to afford their cramped excuse for a home during a time when Reaver industries was using child labor.<br/>Old enough to work, Havien would often visit the Market district, earning some pay by doing odd jobs, anything to keep himself out of the factories and in a more durable environment. His older sister by three years, managed to get something of a job working in one of Bowerstone's less than stellar beutique shop's.<br/>Most of the younger children tried to follow Havien and his sister's example or go their own way, so long as it kept them from the factories.<br/>Havien wasn't satisfied with running errands for small pay and had a with weapons, something his parents didn't know about and his older sister disapproving of. Telling anyone he could find he was good with either stick of club, even knew how to hold a sword, he would offer himself off as a strong arm.<br/>Little did he know this would soon put him on the path of a criminal, as a local crime ring took interest in him as soon as he made the attempt to get more, they would approach him one day and trick him into commiting a crime, after which they blackmailed him into working for them.<br/>Life as a criminal wasn't fun but Havien bore with it for several years before he grew tired of the constant threat of being ratted out, and the constant bullieing. Finally he broke off all ties with his family, took some small revenge on the criminal ring by killing three members, each of middling status, and selling off their posecions, keeping what gold they had for himself and leaving Bowerstone, striking out on his own via the old sewer systems, arriving in Mourning wood, a dump and graveyard. He would stay in the are for the next few years, travelling out from the safety of the mourning wood eco-fighters to fight the undead, quickly aquiring a taste for the slaughter of undead spirits.<br/><br/>Catching sick, Havien missed the Hero King/Queen's passage through the Mourning wood from beyond the graveyard. Interested, Havien travelled as far as he could when well enough to travel, finding an old fort, undead around, signs of recent activity and the marks of battle, Havien investigated, killing the few undead left.<br/><br/>This is where he decided to make his new home, he put his claim on the spot, found a sign just outside declairing it up for sale and astonished at the price, Havien decided he had to return to the city and pay his old crime buddies a visit, the last time he was there the crime load was bragging about having much more than this locked away somewhere.<br/><br/>Getting back to Mourningwood, then the old quarter of Bowerstone was easy enough, working his way into the criminal headquarters of a man named Uriel was a bit difficult, but being a previous member helped him tremendously in gaining entrance, killing the few who recognized him with little difficulty. Finding the stash was easy, taking it out prooved to be more difficult than he had thought. Hiring members of Uriel's own ring felt something of ironic justice as he lead the less loyal members to the owner of the fort and offered the man all the money they had brought. It turns out that Uriel had been lieing, having only half of the desired pay. Upset but not put off by this discovery, Havien managed to convince the man to take what he had as a partial payment, the rest would soon be his soon.<br/><br/>Taking the men still in his pay to a nearby abandoned building, Havien setup a plan, forming his own criminal ring that would huslte on Uriel's territory, the little bit of money Havien making went towards buying several buildings, each with tenants within. Feeling bad for the poor families living in the buildings and knowing the pain of poverty, Havien lowered the rent to as low as he possibly could, making himself considerably more popular with the locals, even though he was running a criminal ring, which he kept as involved with as possible yet hardly going out to do the work himself. He could barely stomach leading these men, he didn't think he could take actually working his old job again.<br/>A year went by, Havien having purchased much of the old quarter and pushed Uriel's gang to the limit, he was shocked when the city became misty and black, a battle ensued, leading to the deaths of Uriel and his men, most of Havien's own criminals as well, the majority of the few survivors being more reliable and having given loyalty to him, not his money.<br/>He himself had fought desperately and was shocked, when his sword, a cheap thing, was knocked out of his hand. In desperation, Havien threw out his hand and closed his eyes, willing the creature away. Hearing a strange noise but not feeling anything, Having opened his eyes and saw the creature hitting a wall, looking around himself, Havien saw no one who could have helped him. Looking at the creature in dewilderment, Havien reached out his hand and willed another creature away, again the strange noise, a strange ripple in the air slamming into the creature, sending it back.<br/>A smile curled his dirty, wet lips as he learned how to fight in a whole new way.<br/>Havien had faced nightmares made real and had come out of it alive.<br/><br/>This put a new view on Havien as he decided to abandon his goal of buying the old deserted fort in Mourningwood. He would stay in the old district, helping to rebuild what he could of it by turning his criminal ring into a sort of protection agency, providing safety and security for the people within Old Bowerstone. The people called him a Hero, in the sense that he had become their savior.<br/><br/>A Blind Seeress would visit him one day after an hour of clearing out an old attic and discovering a strange object. The Seeress would explain to him that it was a Guild Seal and that he was to be a Hero. This event left havien puzzled and left him deep in thought for days. His makeshift, once criminal organization was widely popular in the Old Quarter though was nothing official, meaning that the pay for anyone who wanted to help had to come from his own pocket. He was only too happy to have lost the less reliable members who were strickly criminal as they had taken more than they were worth.<br/><br/>Visiting the man who owned the Mourningwood fort Havien, accompanied by four of his men, requested his money back. The man, who lived in the Market district, could only agree and give it back or call the guards and lose his life to Havien before help could arrive.<br/><br/>With his substantial wealth returned to him, Havien visited the best smithy in Bowerstone, buying himself a Steel sword, ideal for fighting. Satisfied, Havien returned to the Old distrct, where he now resides.