Wilshire the Unfortunate (SNS)

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Wilshire the Unfortunate
Male Human Scribe 
: Str: 10 
: Dex: 13 
: Con: 8 
: Int: 18 
: Wis: 9 
: Cha: 7 
: Armor Class: 10 
: Level: 10 
: THAC0: 19 
: Movement: 12 
: Hit Points: 20 
: Alignment: Neutral 
: No. of Attacks: 1 
: Special Attacks: None. 
: Special Defenses: None. 
: Weapon Proficiencies: Knife. 
: Nonweapon Proficiencies: Reading/Writing (19), Forgery (12), Etiquette (7), Ancient Languages (18), Modern Language [dwarvish] (18), Modern Language [elvish] (18), Artistic Ability (7), Heraldry (18). 
: Equipment: Nothing 
Wilshire is a spineless stooge who possesses a great deal of talent. He once made quite a success of himself by toadying up to anyone who happened to be in power.
When Cardax staged his coup over the local government, Wilshire read the writing on the wall and immediately threw in with the necromancer. The alternative, as Cardax pointedly told him in person, was death.
In the end, it turned out that Wilshire had backed the wrong horse. When Martia's forces kicked Cardax out of the capitol, the necromancer left nearly all of his staff behind- including Wilshire.
Although he managed to escape with his life, ﻿the master scribe was stripped of his possessions, beaten, and made a pariah by all those loyal to Martia's family.
Role-playing: At one time, Wilshire was quite a charming man in a slimy sort of way (his Charisma was 14 before his fall). These days, there is barely a flicker of the suave, politically adept manipulator that served as the royal scribe under two governments. In short, Wilshire is a sot who spends most of his nights in the bottom of a cracked mug.
Wilshire still holds out hope that he might one again attain his former glory. Despite his current state, he still has a sharp mind. The only question is whether or not he will drink himself to death before his final chance for redemption comes along.
Combat: Wilshire's spirit has been almost totally crushed. Although adept with a knife, the fallen scribe will throw himself at his assailant's feet and whimper for his life at the first sign of trouble.