Leoran

Information

Player: Vind101

Character Full Name: Leoran Jasane

Character In-Game Name: Leoran

Nickname(s): Leo

Association(s): Stormwind City, Church of the light

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Skills and Abilities: Has an overwhelming drive to learn everything he can about the light. Giving him an edge of some paladins.

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Hair: Long brown hair, tied back into a pony tail while his bangs come down onto the sides of his face.

Eyes: Green

Scale: 1

Weight: 150lb

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Usually wears a white Stormwind tabard, with a plate chest piece under it. His outfit is white with a gold trim.

Other: Has a scar on his right shoulder, and a scar across his upper back.

Personality

Leoran is a compasionate man, driven by his goals. Whether it be to uphold the light, or protect a loved one. JasHe always gives a hundred percent, yet at some points that is his biggest flaw. Pushing him beyond his physical boundaries to continue fighting, always resulting in serious injuries. He is quick to fight someone that has commited an act of evil.

Alignment: Lawful Good

History

Leoran was born in Quel'Thalas due to the orc invasion. His parents managed to evacuate just in time, he lived among the elves for the first four years of his life. Until his father made the decision to go to new Stormwind, where Leoran had been concieved. The decision would make a permanent change on Leoran's future, making their way back his family was killed by bandits. Leaving the young boy in the woods alone, with nobody to keep him warm, but the corpses of his father and mother. The site a young paladin would never forget. A paladin by the name of Soster Jasane had been riding his horse to Quel'Thalas to see if he could learn anything about the light that the Cathedral of light couldn't teach him.

The man's eyes widened, his hands become to tremble at the sight. The mother's disfigured corpse had been desecrated in various ways. The father's throat slit, and coin purse stripped from his side. Leoran was holding onto his mother's arm, his lips chapped, eyes bloodshot from crying. His skin was as pale as the moon, the young boy was dying, quickly Soster swallowed his emotions and took the child. He leaped back onto his faithful steed, and made great haste to Quel'Thalas, where he was treated by the high elves.

The paladin would not leave the boy's side to make sure he was okay, after his recovery the man adopted Leoran under his name 'Jasane'. Three more years Leoran stayed in Quel'thalas as his new father studied more about the light, attempting to master something that his mentor had told him once before was an immpossible task. "For the light is not something that can be learned, it is something that must be felt. Only a handful of us can posses such responsibility. For the fate of the world rest in the hands of men and women that fight for what is good."

Words Soster still refused to listen to, even the passing of his mentor didn't make him realize what was truly important. He gave his life up to defend Stormwind hoping that Soster could understand. Soster did infact make sure Leoran would read everything he did, handing him advance books that made no sense to an untrained eye. He was now seven years old, the memory of his parents had long but been forgotten. Soster approached his young son one day "Leoran I have learned all I can here, we are now going back to Stormwind." Leoran frowned and shook his head "But I like it here!" He screamed.

The two argued for a brief momment before they made preperations to leave. Soster had told the gaurds about the incident with Leoran's parents, so the ride to Stormwind was clear and safe. Having high elves gaurds patrolling for the bandit groups responsible for various attacks on travelers. Arriving into the rebuilt city was not as stunning to Leoran as Soster would believe. Being used to the golden streets of Quel'Thalas Stormwind was nothing to marvel over in his mind, until they approached the Cathedral of light. His eyes grew big, his jaw slacked as he felt a jolt of joy. "Soster this is what you have been telling me about!"

Soster smiled and nodded "Yes, this is the Cathedral, where I became a paladin." Leoran's eyes widened even more, his spirit began to grow as he looked at his father. "Do you think one day I can become a paladin like you?!""If you study hard enough, yes you can." Soster laughed and patted his head.

The next nine years where the hardest years of the child's life. Studying day in and day out, his life was nothing more than training with a sword, meditating, and studying. Until the third war came, Leoran was sixteen Soster was called upon by the alliance military to join the fight. The two looked eye-to-eye. Soster peered at Leoran "I am proud of the paladin you are becoming, you should surpas my skills any day!" he laughed. Leoran shook his head "This isn't funny! There's a plague out there. Arthas turned against us, only you can save us. Stop talking to me and go fight!" Soster laughed even more "Me?! Ha, that is charming kid. Uther will be the one to end Arthas. Now I am trusting you to keep reading-" Leoran sighed "I will.. I will! now go fight! But you have to make a promise not to die on me, so I can whoop your butt in our next spar!" The two laughed and exchanged a few more words before he departed.

Leoran's life changed dramatically over the year while his mentor was gone. Learning more about the light than just books, being able to feel the compassion for every living thing. He spent every afternoon sitting in the park playing with the squirrels and using his minor healing spells to help injured squirrels. Until the day Soster returned, baring various scars across his face. A grim expression greeted Leoran at the gate. "Mentor you-" "Leoran I need to rest, you need to study." He walked away with his head down, people cheering as the veterans returned home. The next two years Leoran realized how war had changed his mentor, still being able to feel the love. Yet something he had seen on that battlefield had changed him forever.

Leoran was now eighteen, the day was like any other. He spent all day, listening to lectures from his mentor before getting a pile of books to study he chose to sit outside by the well and enjoy nature as he read more stuff that he probably already knew. As he stumbled down the steps dropping his books a young woman noticed him. She giggled at him, before offering help as Leoran looked up from the ground. His eyes were locked with her's. Large golden brown eyes, he was stunned from the woman. He shook his head and stood up, getting into a heroic stance he said proudly "No mam! For I am a squire of the light and can handle anything. Ecspecially mere books!" She laughed and helped him anyways, making their way over to the bench. The two began to talk, he found out that the woman's name was Novah Rynn and this was her first time ever visiting Stormwind. She was a young innocent farm girl, and Leoran the proud city boy. He offered to show her around, ignoring his studies for the day. The two laughed and held hands as the day went on. Leaving the dwarven district at night time, they wondered into the slums. Where a thief attempted to rob the two. Leoran swallowed his fear and fought hard against the man, getting stabbed in the shoulder, and watching as the man threw his blade into the air landing into Novah's shoulder. Barely managing to incapacitate the man, he picked up Novah after the confrantation taking her to the cathedral to be healed.

He went to bed, after realizing she was going to be okay. Only to be woken up early by Soster, being screamed at. Books being piled all over his room. "You must study! Get to it Leoran." His mentor screamed, he sighed knowing he couldn't say goodbye to the girl he defended the night before. Over the next seven months the two exchanged letters, until she came down. Meeting at Northshire Abbey for their first date, the two had a nice picnic across from the vineyard by the river. The two bonded extremely, after they went to Stormwind where Leoran convinced Soster to pay for Novah's living conditions. Every day they visited each other, for three months Soster kept his word until abruptly refusing to pay. Novah got a job of her own, the two saw each other once a week. Due to the hectic schedule of becoming a paladin. At the age of twenty one, Leoran felt his aura his compassion for life was beyond anything he could describe. Soster knew it was time to induct him into the paladin order.

The ceremony was amazing, Leoran stood proudly as his mentor passed his gear down to him. His white Stormwind tabard, his military issued sword and shield. Still baring the battle scars across it, Leoran was beyond happy. After the ceremony a grimmer task had to be dealt with, Novah's father stopped sending her letters for two weeks. Leoran wanted to personally check it out, they made their way to her father's farm in Westfall. Quickly spotting dead animals, Leoran stormed in. Spotting Novah's dead father, and encountering three bandits. A fight quickly sprouted Leoran had the edge, as Novah was hiding at a distance placing arrows into them. Still Leoran used everything he had to win the battle, leaving with a concussion and a new scar across his back.

The grieving process was long and painful, taking two years because Leoran had to train twice as hard to sharpen his paladin abilities. Doing small tasks in Elwynn Forest because of paranoid peasents reporting signs of undead in the woods. All of the reports were false, except for the occasional encounter with a bear or wild hog. Leoran and Novah married the day before King Varian returned, Bolvar leaving to Northrend. Leoran and Soster expected to be sent, yet they weren't. Being told they need forces in the home front incase of a horde invasion. Soster was relieved, while Leoran on the other hand was furious exploding with rage. Only Novah could calm him down, he spent months in meditation controlling his anger and getting close to the light.

Three years later, Novah and Leoran were taking a romantic stroll through Elwynn forest when something blocked out the sun. Their ears popping as a roar could be heard. Quickly they got onto their horses to investigate, the dragon Deathwing had attacked Stormwind. The site was terrifying, even Leoran froze at the sight refusing to enter stormwind as the dragon's gaze crept over them. They fleed away from the city, only to return to find out Soster's passing. He was sitting in the park, enjoying nature when all he felt was his skin melting from his bones. Now the horde push for war, Leoran stands emotionally scarred, but ready to take on the title of soldier and true defender of the light. Novah by his side, the world is an open wound ready to be healed. He believes he will be the one to do it.