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Wil looks and acts half-aware at all times. If he's not in the middle of a nap, he looks like he woke from one or was on the way to one. He rolls with the punches, with an easy smile and a very chill consistent mood, Wil will never fail to find the easiest way to do things- especially if it involves someone else doing it for him.

Wil's barely passing in school. Wil has had several slaps on the wrist for drug related offenses. He's been banned from loitering in front of some city businesses with one scheme or other to get money from foolish pedestrians and tourists. Wil doesn't clean and doesn't cook and most of his means of income are shady scams, cheating bets, or illegal acts.

His problem is that he doesn't think it's a problem.

'Everyone is too uptight.'
'The laws are just wrong and made by the 1%.'
'Why can't a guy just take a nap?'
'College rules for attendance are really meaningless in the end, so long as you get that degree.'

Wil has an easy, lazy response for everything and puts no weight in the consequences of his actions. He is completely enabled by his lenient parents and his best friend and roommate, who mothers him for the most part. Wil skates by... mostly by the skin of Nasir's teeth.

At some point the trouble will have to catch up with him.... it's just an inevitability. Other people can't cushion him forever.

-Wil has a mop of untamed blonde curls, is lean and slouchy, and always looks scruffy and half asleep. Reference.
-Wil is a master's student at Rider-Waite. He's an art major and draws, paints, sculpts and sings. He tries every art medium available, though in an effort to continue his education he's focused on illustration.
-He shares an off campus house with his boyfriend Nasir, whom he met and leeched onto since he fell asleep during an admissions open house freshman year and the other took pity on him.
-His parents are brazilian, but he was born in the US. He speaks portugese.
-He dresses to the extreme, if it's warm he's near naked and if it's cold he's bundled up in layers upon layers.
-This is the guy to go to for questionable substances. He usually smells like patchouli or weed or some other strange blend of herbs and tobacco. He's too lazy to deal with the hassle of selling harder drugs but everyone needs a weed guy. As such, he's often seen with strange people, keeping strange hours, in strange places. He also dips into his own stash.
-He's too chill really and he will sleep ANYWHERE.
-He finds the most fun scams fall in the realm of fortune telling or tarot reading. He has a keen eye, enough to convince strangers to give him money for informed observations.
-He's a master of the Magic 8-Ball.
-His full first name is Wilbur, so it says on all his official identification.
-He has a ferret named Bud.

There always seems to be somewhere to nap. Whether it be a stool tucked in the corner of the bar, a sunny abandoned window seat in a crowded cafe, or the sheltering roots of an old tree- there always seems to be a perfect place nearby for Wil to curl up and catch a few winks.



You may now pull a pair of bear arms out of hammerspace at any time. You are also never cold enough to need a sweater, freeing you to bear bear arms in your bare arms.

You now have a small possession which, when played with, proves immeasurably distracting to the people around you. "Possession" is not a euphemism. (Wil's 'object' is a plastic finger puppet like one of these.)

In certain situations, Wil can access the talents, memories, and traits of earlier incarnations of himself. This requires concentration on Wil's part, and the trait developed will not always necessarily be helpful or relevant to the situation at hand. Once Wil has used this power, the trait, talent, or memory from the earlier incarnation is his permanently, unless removed by a quest or path one event plot. Quote shibrogane and roll a d10 to use this power.