Willard Waistcoat is a very pensive seeming young man. When asked about his past he simply shrugs and says "It's neither here nor there." The truth is he is a wanderer and does not himself know where he came from or where he has been. He awoke on the edge of a forest one morning with a gash on his scalp, dressed in the ragged remains of some armor which curiously had been stained green. The closest object to hand was a plain iron longsword, which he picked up, noting that it seemed to fit his hand quite well. His name was created from a random hodge podge of items, a nearby stand of willows gave him the first part of his name. The first teamster he saw driving a wagon in the caravan he hitched a ride on was wearing a green waistcoat. For some reason the colour green resonates with him. Willard, or Will, is a thoughtful sometimes withdrawn young man. He would rather think than fight but once commited to fight plans his every move carefully. He does not seem to make friends easily always holding back some part of himself, however his trust once won seems unshakeable.