Name: Phil McGalling
Appearance: 5' 11"
Age: 27
Race: As human as a Mirian can be
Gender: Male
Class: Gentleman swordsman
Backstory: Born on the eastern tip of Briton, his family fell on hard times soon after he was born. Emigrating across the channel to Mirius, his family got jobs as servants and shop-workers. However, he was different from the mold. His father left a dagger sitting, and, in his hurry, knocked it off the counter, towards the young Phil. Luckily, Phil caught the blade as it neared his 4-year old head and tossed it back onto the counter. Soon after, he was shipped off the military school. There, he learned the art of chivalry... and how to slice a man's jugular off with one flick of his sharp, metal wrist extension. He graduated top of his class, went adventuring once, and retired using the proceeds from his adventures. He now resides as a guard of a small merchant caravan, wishing to return to the good ole' days of adventure and fame.
Anything else: As I've said, he's from Mirius
Are you willing to be active and roleplay to your best:
Most definitely
