Willikins Watson

High on knowledge, short on muscle or fighting prowess, Willikins Watson (the man so sophisticated he has two surnames) is best known as the public face of the First Gilnean Regiment. As a butler by nature, Willikins is known for his upper-class-ish way of perceiving things.

History
Born to Mister Willikins Watson, Sr., the Butler of Earl Grace-Downings, and Vicky Pelham, maid to Earl Grace-Downings, Willikins grew up with high expectations.

Well, I say "high", I mean "he thought he'd also be a butler, and would have been happy to be one."

He went through life happily, living with his father, mother and the family he worked for. He worked as a sub-butler of sorts, learning how to be an efficient butler for when things shifted forwards. In his spare time, he read about things, often staying up deep into the night to read books about nothing in particular.

It was on one of these nights that Willikins went downstairs for a midnight snack. Hearing something outside, he investigated, only to be attacked by a Worgen.

This was an unpleasant surprise.

So he spent his next birthday running wild around Gilneas, before being captured and half-Cured.

The rest you doubtlessly know - he fought in the Civil War (where he spent the entire time cowering in a corner), got cured and went to Stormwind.

He then spent the next week or so finding a home and realising that he had terribly inconsistent form changes. His next big break was when he was having a pleasant night-time stroll by the Cathedral, where he was assaulted by a Worgen. Again.

He backed away into a group of Gilneans, who helped him out. While they attacked the Worgen fellow, Willikins managed to talk the largening crowd into leaving. This impressed one of the Gilneans, one Gantwin Godwinson, and three seconds later Willikins found himself being recruited into the First Gilnean Regiment.

After a brief inquisition, Willikins found out what the First Gilnean Regiment is.

Now one may find Willikins wandering aimlessly around Stormwind yelling pro-Gilneas proganda, or in the office of the Regiment, working on something or other.

Personality
Willikins's personality is a complex one, ranging from simple "pessimistic coward" to "philosophical sociologist".

Willikins is, plain and simple, a pessimist. He knows that everything bad not only will happen, but will happen to him. This is an important point, because it's moulded him into the perceptively pacifistic person he is today - he avoids combat if at all possible, and when he is attacked he never fights back. This is a vital flaw in an Officer of a Regiment, but that's how the world goes sometimes. He is roughly as tough as a paper bag.

He's about as violent as a paper bag, too.

Furthermore, he is astoundingly prude. Even the slightest reference to anything sexual will make him abruptly change the subject, and any perseverence will make him go quiet and block out all sound. All "feeling" that he encounters, he blocks off. He could be said to have incredibly good self-control in that respect. Similarly, he doesn't swear - the worst he's ever used is "sod off" when he was really, really annoyed.

His history in Butlering has led him to have an astoundingly tidy mind, too. Coupled with his love for reading and whatnot, this has led him to becoming an excellent paperwork-guy.

Recently
Willikins has recently been taking his role as a Captain of the Regiment very seriously. More specifically, he has basically been running every aspect of the paperwork, from promotions to payrolls.

(One may notice that when he has nothing else to do, he draws ducks. He has drawn a lot of ducks.)

Appearance


Willikins is careful of his appearance, from his neatly trimmed moustache and beard (which grow quickly and need daily tailoring-to) to his short, brown hair.

In most times Willikins will be seen wearing a black suit and a collapsible top hat. The suit is more of the sort of thing one would expect a butler to wear than anything else. Coupled with a blue tie and his mode of speech, this all gives Willikins a very sophisticated look.

He also always wears a large pair of very beaten spectacles. He is mildly colourblind and without the glasses on he has difficulty seeing very well.

More often than not, Willikins's face is that of pure patheticness. He rarely smiles, not ou

t of grumpiness or sadness, but simply because Murphey's Law is real, and it applies only to him. He knows this fact, he experiences it every day. If he could ride horses, trees would crash into him. CLOUDS would probably crash into him, just to show him.

In his Worgen Form he looks exactly as you'd expect:

A wolf in a tuxedo.

The tuxedo fits very tightly on him, and his fur sticks out of it in odd directions. The fur itself is a cool bluish grey (like you would get on a British Blue Shorthair cat), and generally smooth, unless manually ruffled.

He speaks slowly in this form, trying to work his way around the teeth so he can still speak properly.

Family
Willikins comes from a long line of Butlers, all named Willikins Watson. This family has been in the same 500-year contract with the same family for generations. Relatively recently he was freed from his essential slavery (the Watsons were hired on a "pay them when they're on their deathbead" basis) by Anneeta (see below).

The Watsons go back a long way, back to the primal days, when the Willikins Tribe was developing the first teapot over a fire in a cave.

Willikins's father, Willikins Sr., is currently insane; he thinks he is a tree in Darnassus. Willikins's mother, Vicky Pelham, is currently missing, though Willikins Jr. has theorised that she's gone off to make a name for herself far away.

Willikins's half-sister (on his mother's side - Lord Grace-Downings liked his employees. A lot), Anneeta Kelly Grace-Downings, is currently also in the Regiment, and has recently been informed of their siblinghood. Willikins previously acted as both her butler and superior, which made for some very confusing moments.

He did his best to take care of his sister while letting absolutely nobody know about it, least of all her. Once she found herself due a child, Willikins felt it necessary to reveal the secret to her. After she went into a catatonic state from shock/disgust, Anneeta and Willikins now share a happy brother/sister realtionship, where she still commands essential superiority over him. Recently she has also been placing all of her misplaced motherhood instincts into Willikins, such as grounding him and locking him in his room.

Quotes
"Don't Be Worgenised, Be Organised! Stay Human!"

"Cheering people up has never featured in my life, nor has it ever been necessary for my survival."

"Eclyptic! I'm docking your pay."

"Behind every army is paperwork, behind every commander is someone who does the paperwork."

"How can it be your true form if you had to be bitten by a monstrous beast to be able to use it? Or could you already change shape since you were born? No? Then stop trying to lick yourself."

"Someone serving ME tea? That's novel."

(In the context wherein someone has developed horns) "We can probably file them down."