Now, i must mention that i wrote a basic story for him..then Ralteth got his hands on it, and rewrote it, keeping the story similar but improoving on it. so..in a way, its a collaboration ^_^
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Growing up in King's Row was hard for William Barnes. Bullied at school and beaten by a drunken father
who blamed Willaim for his mother's death during childbirth, William retreated into his books as a way to escape
from the world. His favourite story was that of Robin Hood, enthralled by the story he fashioned his first bow in secret
and trained everyday to become like his folk hero.
Over time the idea of "robbing from the rich to give to the poor" became warped in his mind. He was poor, why not
take what he needed to survive? The Skulls gave him the opportunities he needed. Stolen cash and technology created
gadgets and equipment with which he could bypass most security. By making himself an indespensible member of the gang
he had found recognition from his peers.
Until the night William set his sights on the Sinclair Estate. William knew there was something about the place,
he had never seen such a subtle and craftily hidden security network. It took him seven hours of work to reroute
and confuse the security on the main building, smiling, he took what he wanted, including an old bow mounted under
a portrait of Sinclair's long dead father.
Celebration was short lived, returning back to the Skull's hideout to share the spoils, William was greeted by
the unconscious bodies of gang members. He snuck inside, working steadily towards the centre of the warehouse
where he was confronted by a man in red leather, bow drawn and an arrow pointing straight at William. It was Manticore,
and William knew that if Manticore aimed at you, then Manticore was sure as hell going to hit you.
"I think you have something that belongs to me" said the hero, a hint of steel in his voice. William was confused
and glanced down at the bow he had recently "acquired" from Justin Sinclair. "You have potential, William, and I won't
see potential go to waste". The arrow struck William in the chest, its payload of gas knocking him out.
William Barnes awoke in a maze, his bow at his side, Manticore standing behind a clear portion of wall.
"Let's see what you've got, kid."
Now, i must mention that i wrote a basic story for him..then Ralteth got his hands on it, and rewrote it, keeping the story similar but improoving on it. so..in a way, its a collaboration ^_^
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Growing up in King's Row was hard for William Barnes. Bullied at school and beaten by a drunken father
who blamed Willaim for his mother's death during childbirth, William retreated into his books as a way to escape
from the world. His favourite story was that of Robin Hood, enthralled by the story he fashioned his first bow in secret
and trained everyday to become like his folk hero.
Over time the idea of "robbing from the rich to give to the poor" became warped in his mind. He was poor, why not
take what he needed to survive? The Skulls gave him the opportunities he needed. Stolen cash and technology created
gadgets and equipment with which he could bypass most security. By making himself an indespensible member of the gang
he had found recognition from his peers.
Until the night William set his sights on the Sinclair Estate. William knew there was something about the place,
he had never seen such a subtle and craftily hidden security network. It took him seven hours of work to reroute
and confuse the security on the main building, smiling, he took what he wanted, including an old bow mounted under
a portrait of Sinclair's long dead father.
Celebration was short lived, returning back to the Skull's hideout to share the spoils, William was greeted by
the unconscious bodies of gang members. He snuck inside, working steadily towards the centre of the warehouse
where he was confronted by a man in red leather, bow drawn and an arrow pointing straight at William. It was Manticore,
and William knew that if Manticore aimed at you, then Manticore was sure as hell going to hit you.
"I think you have something that belongs to me" said the hero, a hint of steel in his voice. William was confused
and glanced down at the bow he had recently "acquired" from Justin Sinclair. "You have potential, William, and I won't
see potential go to waste". The arrow struck William in the chest, its payload of gas knocking him out.
William Barnes awoke in a maze, his bow at his side, Manticore standing behind a clear portion of wall.
"Let's see what you've got, kid."
@Inkwave ..(darn merge)