Corporeal Forces: 2 Strength: 4 Agility: 4

Ethereal Forces: 2 Intelligence: 4 Precision: 4

Celestial Forces: 2 Will: 5 Perception: 3

Skills: Artistry/6 (Writing) (Mastery), Emote/3, Fighting/1, Knowledge (pre-16th Century History/3), Languages (French/1, Greek/1, Latin/1), Large Weapon/3 (Sword)

Songs: Entropy (Corporeal/3), Healing (Corporeal/1), Shields (Corporeal/3)

Attunement: Abracadabra

Well, the story behind this one is a little odd.

Eli had recruited young Master William very early in his career, and the Soldier had a long and happy career enriching English literature. After his retirement, William still showed an interest in fighting the good fight, and managed to convince his Superior to let him fake his own death and continue on Earth for a bit longer. Hey, Christopher Marlowe got to do it. Eli was a bit quirky even then, so William got to do it, too. It took a little sleight of hand and good timing to pull the scheme off, but pretty soon William was young again, ready to actually fight the forces of Evil hand to hand.

That's when the trouble started.

Everything went fairly well for the next decade or so, but William had the misfortune to get, well, lost in the chaos of the English Civil War (something he found extraordinarily disturbing, by the way). The team that the Soldier was assigned to had been called in to locate a severely dissonant (and quite mad) Mercurian of Stone: unfortunately, they found him. The resulting battle resulted in the deaths in the rest of William's group - and William's capture. Even more unfortunately, the Mercurian recognized the Soldier somehow.

By now, the Mercurian was nerving himself up to Jump, and it occurred to him that having a Soldier to hand over to Hell would make his arrival more welcome. Using the Cold Touch Attunement, the celestial froze William into stone and began to force himself to go over the Edge...

... and suddenly stopped, made a panicked noise, and apparently ran out of the cave where he had stashed his captive. There was a lot of sudden noise, both corporeal and celestial, and a long, drawn-out scream. Then, silence. If William could have shrugged, he would have: obviously the poor unfortunate had been found by the Host and either soul-killed or brought back to Heaven. William would have to just wait until this damned Attunement wore off before he could make his report. Thankfully, he was blinking when being turned completely to stone, so the Soldier could even grab a nap while he waited...

...and when he woke up, it was because of the six inches of dust that had seemingly (and suddenly) covered his body.

This might be bad.

It got worse. Clearing his way out of the cave, William discovered that he had apparently been trapped in stone form for over three centuries. That was supposed to be impossible, but either the renegade Mercurian had screwed something up badly or William was simply very unlucky. England had decidedly changed in that time period: William still isn't sure how he managed to avoid being locked up in a madhouse before he could learn to fit in. Of course, he isn't exactly fitting in; it's been two months since he emerged, and he's barely one step up from being homeless. One of the greatest playwrights in English literature is currently washing dishes in a London diner, and trying to figure out what to do next.

The easiest solution would be to just die, of course. However, William isn't sure whether suicide is going to have him end up in Heaven (for the record, it won't matter: he's long since achieved his Destiny, and his Fate is fairly meaningless now, unless King James I happens to be still around, too). Not exactly something that you want to test, right?

The next option is to get in touch with other Soldiers of God or members of the Host (any will do). Unfortunately, all of his carefully-memorized contact and Tether lists are way out of date, and there's that problem with attracting the wrong kind of attention. He can't even find his Superior (the news that Eli went AWOL is going to shock the Hell out of William). The Soldier has been haunting the local churches, in the devout hope that an angel will wander on by, or something.

Still, there are compensations. Libraries, for one thing: it's amazing how many nice things were said about his plays. Television is another: television is interesting, and it's fairly obvious that they're simply crying out for competent writers. Maybe there'll be angels there...