Berem

Information

Player: Grogloki

Character Full Name: Berem Cordone

Character In-Game Name: Berem

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

Association(s): Knights of the Silver Hand, Argent Dawn

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 225 lbs.

Height: 6'2”

Appearance

Berem can usually be seen in his wargear, carrying a mace of some type since it is his weapon of choice in a fight. To protect him from his enemies he wears flame-tempered blue full plate. Along with his full plate armor he usually displays his Tabard of the Argent Dawn. When he does dress down he enjoys dressing in silks and soft cottons; he tries to keep up with the noble's dress, but he is a farm boy at heart and enjoys blending into society when he chooses to do so.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Good

Berem is a gentle man with a sense of humor who loves all he meets but keeps a watchful eye for the taint of fel magic. He values the laws; of the land and the laws of the church, he is a man of order and light. Berem can get along with almost anyone so long as they do not cause any problems or break the laws, he answers basic crime with the same solution he would give the darkest fel wielder which happens to be a merciless strong arm. Berem will not hesitate to act and use his teachings of Light and his skill in battle to purge those that tamper with the likes of demons and fel magic (so long as city laws permit him to). Berem is in all sense of the word a Paladin, a warrior of the people willing to help all and spread the teachings of light throughout Azeroth while defending it with his life.

History

Berem would tell you that he really began his life as a farm boy, working hard on his grandfathers 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 fathers 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 weilding 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 Uther Lightbringer. 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, Your 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 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 were 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 fathers 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.