Name: Will of the Wisp
Gender: NA
Age:
Type: Sprite
Subcategory: Wisp
Powers:
1. May glow or appear as various forms or images, particularly a glowing ball that could easily be mistaken for a flashlight, lamp, or torch, or a large hunting dog.
2. May snuff out lights and create artificial shadow
3. May affect terrain and structures(roads, sinkholes, bogs, sudden gravel-slides(small, but big enough to knock you off your feet))
4. May influence emotions and the mind of humans and animals.
Fetters:
Being lost/separated/scared and alone(you know what I mean; Emotional)
Outdoors
Loyal
Epitaph/History:
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time, there was a small boy. That boy had a small dog. The dog and the boy were very good friends, and played all day. The boy's family was rich, and the dog lived in very good health. The seasons passed, and the boy grew older, and so did the dog, until the boy was almost a young man, and the dog a stout hand. But they still played often, and the dog had good hunts. But as happens occasionally, the boy fell in love, and his mind turned to thoughts of his beloved. The dog did not care, and the boy loved him all the more for this. So, one night, he left the house in silent and secret, taking but a single lamp with him. The dog, always alert and quite attached to the boy, noticed him leaving and followed after. The boy had left in such secret because his love was a mere peasant girl, the niece of a merchant, who had little coin for his family. So he snuck out to see her, and the dog followed. He saw the dog, and told the dog to go back quite sternly, but the dog refused, loving the boy. The boy relented, and let the dog follow, and the two were happy to be together. They went down the road, through a short patch of woods the boy's family owned, and out into the moors and swamps which spread far, and near many villages. But in their ambling and play, the lamp went out, or broke, or was lost. Or possibly all three. And the two were in the dark, for the moon was new, and gave no guiding light. But the two laughed, the dog because the boy did, and the boy to pretend courage. For after all, they still had the road, did they not? And they went, much slower this time, for they tried to be careful. But they boy was not satisfied with his progress, and when he saw another light across the swamp, for their were multiple roads after all, he tried, carefully, to make his way to them. But they started getting farther and farther away, and the boy grew impatient, and slipped. His head hit a rock, and he fell unconscious, and his head slipped under the water. The dog, loyal and loving, and clever, pulled him out of the water, but the boy would not wake up, even though the dog licked his face. So the dog guarded the boy, waiting for him to awake. Around mid-morning, the family of the boy found the two of them, and took the boy to a doctor. The doctor told them he could do nothing, and the boy died after a few weeks more, being spoonfed, but simply never waking up. The dog was found dead as well, curled up as though asleep at the boy's feet in the morning. The animal specialist said that nothing had been wrong with the dog though, save some few fleas from being outside for so long. It simply stopped living. And they say that the boy and his dog still haunt that swamp and others, their spirits forever intertwined to bring other travelers the same fate they did.
And they didn't live happily ever after, after all.
Oh, you want to know the boy's name? Well, it was William. William of Wisperham. A dreadful name, I know...