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Description
Name: Lord Phillip Woolridge, third son of the Duke of Rutland

Age: 32

Homeworld: Port Royale

Weapon: Sword (Rapier/Sabre) and Dagger.

Abilities/Specialty: Master swordsman, specialising in being an actual piece of shit who wouldn't fight fair if his mother's life was on the line for honour. He lays traps and cheats and is not above stalking you from the tavern and knifing you in a dark alley.

Personality: Douchebag. Self entitled, arrogant bastard. Thinks himself above most people and the law. Inferiority complex/daddy didn't love me enough issues.

Background: Driven by the massive chip on his shoulder, he got passage aboard a West India Trading Company ship and now gallivants around the Caribbean living off the stipend sent to him by his family. Frivolous spending habits make for poor budgeting and he started taking mercenary jobs to cover his expenses. Easy to apprehend pirates when they're piss drunk at the bar. The shadow creatures who started to appear were harder to dispatch seemingly ignoring his sword thrusts entirely. A visit to a Obeah woman later and his blades can cut through shadows, and people seeing him defend himself will pay him to dispatch these creatures. He will leave those he deems beneath him to fend for themselves. Git.

When the worlds barriers broke and travel between them became an option he commandeered a Gummi Ship and now is swaggering around the multiverse as he pleases.

Description
Name: Lord Phillip Woolridge, third son of the Duke of Rutland

Age: 32

Homeworld: Port Royale

Weapon: Sword (Rapier/Sabre) and Dagger.

Abilities/Specialty: Master swordsman, specialising in being an actual piece of shit who wouldn't fight fair if his mother's life was on the line for honour. He lays traps and cheats and is not above stalking you from the tavern and knifing you in a dark alley.

Personality: Douchebag. Self entitled, arrogant bastard. Thinks himself above most people and the law. Inferiority complex/daddy didn't love me enough issues.

Background: Driven by the massive chip on his shoulder, he got passage aboard a West India Trading Company ship and now gallivants around the Caribbean living off the stipend sent to him by his family. Frivolous spending habits make for poor budgeting and he started taking mercenary jobs to cover his expenses. Easy to apprehend pirates when they're piss drunk at the bar. The shadow creatures who started to appear were harder to dispatch seemingly ignoring his sword thrusts entirely. A visit to a Obeah woman later and his blades can cut through shadows, and people seeing him defend himself will pay him to dispatch these creatures. He will leave those he deems beneath him to fend for themselves. Git.

When the worlds barriers broke and travel between them became an option he commandeered a Gummi Ship and now is swaggering around the multiverse as he pleases.