Berem

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Player: Grogloki

Character Full Name: Berem Cordone

Character In-Game Name: Berem

Nickname(s): Bright Star (only those close to him would know this since he has done away with the official title)

Association(s): Currently none, [formerly: Knights of the Silver Hand, Argent Dawn, Stormwind]

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Hair: Brownish Red

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 225 lbs.

Height: 6’2”

Appearance

Berem can usually be seen in traveling clothes varying in type’s cottons, wool, cloth rags, ect. He carries a sword since it is his weapon of choice in a fight. He enjoys remaining cloaked in hopes that those who once knew him will not recognize him should he pass them on the road or in the city streets. Berem has let his beard grow out fully along with his hair in hopes that this too would alter his appearance enough to remain hidden from the world.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral

Berem was once a kind and gentle soul who loved deeply. However that all changed after Northrend, he became hot tempered and quick to toss himself into conflict wherever it showed an opportunity to do so. In time he drew himself away from those he loved. The young man still detested Fel magic but has let any need to righteously smite it die in his heart. He has grown bitter towards the world and what some may consider grumpy. Closing himself to those around him he turned his hate inward on himself blaming himself and the Light for failing so many in the wars over the years. Berem is conflicted at times between wanting to help those in need as he once did and wishing to draw himself away from the world. The Paladin still holds onto his scholar days of reading and poetry in his travels reading often and learning all he can about the world and those around him.

History

Berem would tell you that he really began his life as a farm boy, working hard on his grandfather’s farm, but in reality that just isn’t true. He had not yet learned to walk when his mother became ill with a blood disease. Berem’s father did everything he could to save his wife but all his knowledge could do little to save her. His mother died leaving Berem with only his father’s love, which due to his duties as a Stormwind magus prevented him from ever giving the boy the love he really needed. When Berem had reached the age of four his father sent him away to live with his grandfather to help as a farm hand, for the next two years he worked without question or complaints until one day when his grandfather took him on a trip to Lordaeron for some farming supplies. This is when Berem’s life would be forever changed.

The trade district was hot with the smell of summer and barley breads. People crowded the streets, clamoring to see the Paladins as they marched from the cathedral district towards the gates. Berem was in awe of the mighty metal gods as they strode in their full-plate armor wielding some of the largest, deadliest weapons he had ever seen. It was in that moment as the people cheered that Berem heard only one voice it said to him, “Excuse me, lad.” As he looked up he saw a smiling face caged in plate looking at him. The warrior passed without further interest but the moment sparked a fire in Berem’s heart that has yet to burn out. Berem asked his grandfather who that man was, and his grandfather replied “That was a Paladin boy, now take these seeds and load the horses dammit!”

'A Paladin,' thought Berem, and the choice was made. From that day forward for the next year and a half, Berem begged his grandfather to send him to the church so that he could learn the ways of a Paladin. His grandfather refused, saying, “Not without your father’s permission.” He was crushed. All his hopes and dreams of ever learning the ways of the light had been dashed, and all because they rested on the shoulders of a man he hadn’t seen in years. It was evening on the third day of the eighth month when Berem took it upon himself to ask his grandfather if he could write a letter to his father asking permission to become a Paladin. Berem waited for months through the hard winter that followed, but in the third month of the new year, he received a letter in the mail; it was from his father, it read as follows.

“Son,

I am glad to hear that you are doing well on your grandfather's farm; your mother would be proud of you. I miss her, and wish she were here to see the young man you are growing into.

Times are becoming hard out here in the world, for I fear that war is coming again, as a dark cloud looming over our heads. I just don’t know, son. A Paladin has many hard duties to fulfill- They are not like normal soldiers. They must combat forces that are not of this world.

I have grown to regret not coming to know you as a father knows his son. I love you, boy, no matter what you may believe. As hard as it was to let your mother slip from me, I fear I have let you slip all too easily.

Son, if you truly want to become a Paladin then I will not stand in your way. Just remember, boy, a Paladin’s light must shine where no other does. Never forget that, ever.

With love, always, Father.”

Berem was overwhelmed with joy. He rushed into the other room to show his grandfather who, upon reading the note, cried and held his grandson tight. This would be the last time Berem ever saw his grandfather. Shortly after he left at the age of seven, he was notified via letter, that bandits had raided the farm house; killing the old man and all who lived and worked for the boy's grandfather. After mourning the loss he quickly picked up his mission of becoming a Paladin once again, his fire burning ever brighter.

The time Berem spent in training was nothing compared to how grueling his studies had become. He had grown from a farm boy into a real Squire/scholar. Berem spent fifteen hours out of his day sparring and studying, and he followed every order to the letter. He never questioned his superiors, and learned everything he could from everyone he could. For many years to follow he stuck by the code and passed every test his superior officers put in front of him, until the time had come for him to graduate and be knighted into the order as a real Paladin. The ceremony was long and glorious as a new wave of Paladins was set to be knighted into the church’s order. Berem was overwhelmed with joy to finally be recognized as a Knight of the Silver Hand, but the fact that his father was not at the ceremony left a stain on the day for Berem. The year that followed his Knightship into the order was full of hard lessons and brutal truths about the life of a Paladin, and Berem would come to find out just what his father meant when he said, “A Paladin’s light must shine where no other light does”.

War was upon Azeroth. The bloody wave of destruction had engulfed the land once again, and Berem was caught in the mighty cogs of the war machine. During this time the Plague had befallen Azeroth, turning the walking forms of loved ones into flesh-eating monsters of the undead, and the hero of the crusade, Prince Arthas, had been driven mad by the evil forces that had taken hold of his soul. With Arthas on the rampage and the death of Uther, it was doubtful that the Knights of the Silver Hand would ever bounce back from such a blow.

It was in this time that Berem remembered his father’s words well. He refused to accept defeat as did all of the remaining members of the Silver Hand. Berem helped to rally some of the remaining knights, although all were inspired for different reasons, they came together on one common ground: the protection of the innocent and all life on Azeroth as they knew it. They marched on Mount Hyjal, most never to return, and although victory was won, Berem and the survivors still felt as though they had lost. Arthas had been stopped "but for how long?" he thought. After the war, Berem joined the order of The Argent Dawn in hopes of redeeming himself and for a chance to hopefully face Prince Arthas again in the years to come.

Berem got his chance as did all who fought in Northrend. This is where his faith was shaken. Deep in the icy halls of the dark spire that Arthas called home Berem along with so many more faced unspeakable evils. He saw friend turn to foe and allies perish to dark forces the likes of which he had never seen before. Although the battle was won and Arthas slain the young Paladin’s mind was forever changed. Shortly after returning home from the brutal conflict in the North he separated himself from the Silver Hand that he once sought to rally leaving those he called friend behind. Berem lost touch with his Father and the mysterious woman he once loved. Soon after he left home so too did his abilities leave him, the Knight found that he could no longer call upon his great holy powers in time of need. He had lost all connection with the great power he once held as a Knight of the Hand. In time he grew bitter and angry that he failed to protect those he cared about in the North, soon this bitterness turned to hate. Berem began to detest the Light he once used to defend those in need. The young Paladin sought answers, “How could this great force allow such darkness to run free? How could this great force allow those who carried it to be slain and possessed in such horrid fashion? How… and why?...” Having lost both his faith and his will to reclaim it the broken ghost of a former Paladin now wanders the wastes of Azeroth in search of answers.