Wilhiem was born to a traveling merchant couple - they sold books of questionable content across the Eastern Kingdoms. Growing up, he dedicated his life to cryptography and literary research, suddenly striking with an urge to join the military at the age of sixteen. Being meek and slim of build, this was not happening anytime soon, and he went back to sorting through paperwork. Forever.
That is when he got married, settled, bored, and the Scourge happened.
That is when Apothecary-shadow shenanigans happened, and Wilhiem effectively earned a slightly damaged mind.
That is when many awful things involving many awful women happened.
He died, predictably, during one of his company's last missions.
An enigmatic owner of the Idle Hands Merc&Salvaging Co., he gambles, writes, gathers insects, and contemplates why in the world he ended up here on the first place, sliding in and out of existential crisis and depression alike.
You may be unfortunate enough to know Wil if:
- You frequent the taverns in Ironforge - namely Bruuk's Corner
- You are a merchant, mercenary, smuggler, appraiser or peddler
- You are an insect enthusiast
- You have contacted him for accounting or editing services
- You're tired of all that damn smoke and sweaters
Inspiration blog: http://wilhiemhammerstorm.tumblr.com (some triggery, insects, blood)