Wyck

Wyck Blackbrow

Name Wyck
Status
Active
Occupation
Small time crook
Age
Young
Race
Man
Residence
Bree
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Young but road-weary and haggard. Often dirty, caked in sweat and mud and the dust of the greenway.

Greasy hair, unkempt stubble, and a pair of pale eyes resting on dark bags of insomnia. A huge ugly scar divides his lower face in two.

Wyck is prone to twitch and fiddle with his hands at oft - and always has his trusted wineskin close at hand. 

Background

Wyck Blackbrow is a nobody, at least so far as the great histories are concerned. 

He spent his wee years drunk and destitute in Combe - or Bree's arsehole, as he sometimes calls it. His last coin soon spent, he took to the greenway and lived off odd jobs and forage. When his need was dire he went highwayman - and never really went back. 
In the end there was a lot more gold and simple pleasures to be had in an unsheathed knife than a stablehand's pitchfork.

These days he is a hedonist of ill repute, but not necessarily completely devoid of morals or courtesies. Despite being little more than a local cutthroat he styles himself a gentleman villain of sorts, He takes great pride in making wine and meat flow freely when he comes into Town to spend his ill-gotten gains in another exorbitant spending spree for the ages.

Friends
Some local blumpkins while home, the wanderers while away
Relatives
All dead
Rivals/Enemies
no enemies, but he cares little for Kristophor or Amanda
Loves
Warm hearth, frothy ale and mirthy music
Hates
those in Bree and elsewhere who sit on great wealth of money or power
Motivation
The simple pleasures in life
Quotes

Wyck's Adventures

The great cheese heist 1 month 4 weeks ago
Wyck's Adventures

Wyck's Gallery

Wyck's Gallery