Whitlock Antilles

Whitlock Antilles was born to a modest family of modest means. Of course, they didn't have to live modestly. Whitlock has a talented and well travelled eccentric wizard of a grandfather. The great, Macedon Antilles, or as Whitlock better knew him, pappy, filled young Whitlock's mind with stories of granduer and magic and tales of beasts better found in fairy tales. It's something his parents always scoffed at and resented. The idea of magic, rather painful for them, turned into absolute wonder and obsession as Whitlock grew but, as many parents do, Whitlock's father pressed him into science and more practical arts. "Navigation, sailing, mercantilism! Capital, my boy! That is what makes this world truly turn. Not magic!" He'd scoff.   Luckily his mother was always there to give a little wink and a nod, leaving the sparkle in the eye to be the toe in the door to what mysteries are really out there.

And so Whitlock lived, walking the path of prudence, but always keeping an eye out for curiousity. It led him to wander and bounce from interest to interest, making friends and connections across the realms until he fell in with a group of privateers from the March. He finally found a home and calling there for a time. And with those connections, Whitlock's natural curiosity drew him ever closer to magics and unexplained things. He even met a fey or two... or sixty.... but who's counting? Now, Whitlock's wanderings have walked him to assist at the local foot spa with his best of friends, keeping an ear to the ground for the latest stories and maybe his next step.