Will is an Old One, the last born of a race of immortals.  Although he has been called a wizard, he is really more of a metaphysical being.  Old Ones are physical embodiments and avatars of an ancient supernatural force called the Light.  And as such, are bound to fight against the force that opposes the Light in order to defend humanity's right to choose their own destiny.  Unlike the Lords of the Dark, who were once humans who chose to serve the Dark, Old Ones like Will were never human.  But they are born into human families and live as humans for part of their lives. 
( Old Math ap Mathonwy knew no more than ICollapse )

Naturally, his abilities will need some permissions and information to work.  Please answer the following questions if your character has talked or will be talking to Will.  Because of his limitations I have provided separate sets of questions for humans and non-humans.

For Humans <b>Character name, journal, and mun contact:</b> <b>Is your character human? By this I mean mortal and mundane.</i> <b>Does your character know about magic or have any magic abilities?</b> <b>If your character has magic abilities, do they come from a force specifically labeled as Light or Dark?</b> <b>If it becomes necessary, would you be willing to plot out a memory removal or placing mental protections on your character?</b> <b>Is there anything else that would be helpful to know about your character?</b> For Non-Humans <b>Character name, journal, and mun contact</b> <b>What species is your character? Is your character immortal?</b> <b>Do they have magic? If so, is it strongly associated with a power specifically labeled as Light or Dark? Would it be okay for Will to sense this?</b> <b>Is your character a mindspeaker? If so, can Will speak into their minds?</b> <b>Is there anything else that would be helpful to know about your character?</b>

I can't help but feel that there is something quite undignified about a magic banjo.  [Will felt instinctively that if an item of power took the form of a musical instrument, it should appear more like a golden harp or a silver horn.]

This journal is being recycled.  If you still have me friended from discedo please remove this journal.

[Anyone listening on the communicators tonight might be able to catch the sound of a young boy singing in a high clear voice.  He doesn't seem to be aware that anyone else is listening. ]

 
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
  Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
  Pursue the ceaseless way.
 
The world is round, so travellers tell,
  And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
  The way will guide one back.
 
But ere the circle homeward hies
  Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
  That leads me from my love.

[Will's song is a setting of one of A.E. Housman's poems from A Shropshire Lad.]

[The feed turns on to the sound of page softly turning.  This lasts for a few more seconds until Will starts speaking distractedly.]

Italy?  I finished writing out a few songs like you asked.  I hope they will do.

[He trails off again, then continues determinedly.]

And I have been wondering if anyone had some spare paints or charcoals.  Anything that makes a mark, really.

[For once Will is looking rather tired and put out.  He rubs at his forehead, trying to ease the dizziness that had set in after his fifth slip through time in the past hour.   But it had taken him a few more slips after that to realize that every one of these odd visions that he came near was triggering his own ability to follow a memory through time.]

Today has been a bit strange, I think.  I am wondering, if anyone has any ideas on what is causing these odd visions. Or how much longer they might last? They are of the past of this city, am I right?

[Will knocks the communicator off the table as he tosses and turns restlessly in his sleep.  His expression is troubled.   After a minute or so he abruptly sits up, wide awake, and listens to something intently.]

That...

[He laughs with delight.]

I hear it!  I can hear it again!

[ooc: This starts off the second part of Will's event.  For the next two days time will be getting a little weird around Discedo and a few things will be happening..

1. A powerful presence of Light just appeared in Discedo. If characters listen very closely, in a quiet place, they might be able  to hear a delicate strain of music right at the edge of hearing. It sounds almost like Greensleeves, with a harp running like a gold thread through it. But even as you hear it, you begin to forget what it sounded like.

2. Characters might get caught out of time for a few seconds or minutes. They are completely unaware of anything that happens during that time. To everyone else they appear to be frozen.

3.  Characters may have a chance to see windows through time. These are not obvious. They might see a monster walking by in front of buildings, when it suddenly fades away and they see through the monster into a moment from their own past. ]