Name : Phil Lynx
Age : 26
Height : 6`1

Pen Picture /

Phil stands about average height and has very broad shoulders.. His form is if anything not dissimilar from a Gorilla.. except he stands up straight. His forearms are like tree trunks and plastered in various tattoo’s, The most being skulls and faces in various states of pain and agony. His hands are lightly scarred but he has all his digits.
His chest is not particularly impressive, but his arms are fearsome. The only weight lifting he has ever done it when hefting his weapons about.
His legs are bulging as would be expected of a foot solider, which aides him in moving swiftly wearing his full plate armour.
Phil`s Face appears to be that of a troubled man, His brow seems always tense.. even at ease, and his smile is more apparent in his light blue eyes than his mouth.
His Hair is a light blonde and cut short and rough.. Rumor is that he cuts it himself with a dagger because Barbers are too expensive.
On his chin sits a chub of Blonde hair which is also rough looking and shaggy.
Phils full plate armour is always in fairly good condition with the exception of a few nicks and dents. His bear mask is also kept glossy and sheen from careful washing. As much of a scruff he may seem, Phil is a fairly clean person.

The Past /
Phil doesnt recall a Great deal about his past.. and that which he does remember.. he chooses not to.
Having worked at a dockyard as a fishermans assistant in skara brae till he was 13, Phil had always seeked adventure.. his older friends had all left town now to fight in the Brittania wars, and Phil had hoped to do the same soon.
On his 14th Birthday he fled from home with only the shirt on his back.. to join the Army at Britain.. he snuck on the cross ferry from Skara brae and began his travel to the Capital.
Upon his arrival at the Britain Crossroads, he found himself lost.. the sign had been crushed by a passing cart and the Arrow to Britain pointed North. It was a 50/50 chance that he would choose the right path.. So Phil headed North..
After a few days of walking the trodden path Phil came upon an emcampment of local guards. They explained that they were of the Yew Militia which had been put in place during the absence of the Army fighting the war. Phil was so eager to be apart of something that without a thought in his mind, he joined the Guardsmen on their journey home and signed up as a Guardsman of Yew.
Years passed and Phil grew into a young man.. Various Ranks.. Divisions.. Awards.. Medals passed in what seemed to be a blink of the eye. He had given the best of himself to The Yew Militia and now felt empty.. Things had changed.. people had changed..
Where were the heroic idols of the past.. The Greats that inspired him to be a better person?.. with time they had all faded away..
Phil realised however that he`d been a part of the machine for so long.. he didnt know if he could live without it.. He had a Hard decision in front of him..
For a Year or so now, Phil had been observing the people of Vesper.. so much happier and content.. so much more.. like himself..
But what could he do?.. They would never accept him.. and Yew would never let him leave..
It was a chance he had to take..
Once he broke away.. for the first time since he was a child.. Phil felt free again.



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