Noillin

Information

Player: Franksta96

Character Full Name: Noillin Dawnhammer

Character In-Game Name: Noillin

Association(s): The Argent Crusade (Formerly) The Regiment (Currently)

Race: Dwarf

Class: Paladin

Age: 129

Sex: Male

Hair: None (Bald)

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 240 lbs

Height: 1.65 m

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Full Plate painted green with many oak brown trimmings. Noillin's helmet features two horns in Dwarvish style. His armor is marked by images of Holy Relics and inscriptions.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Good

Noillin himself is a mix of your typical Dwarf and Paladin. Despite his thirst for ale, Noillin is keen to do his bit for the Great of Good against evil and for his people. Taking up the Righteous Path of a Paladin, Noillin now uses the Light as a powerful tool to help him smite down those who day threaten the people of Khaz Modan. A loyal and friendly companion, Noillin rises to the occasion to ensure that his friends and associates are kept safe by the Light. Even though he is a Dwarf, and is expected to be up to no good, he is an honorable Dwarf of sorts, mustering what honor he can to help those in the gravest of perils. Normally he can be found with company, tending to be more of a social Dwarf than a solitary one.

History

Noillin was born to Doillin Dawnhammer, of the Bronzebeard clan. Despite his father's love of duty, Noillin showed no interest in the Light. This deeply saddened Doillin as he wished his son to take up the path of Righteousness. Noillin as a young lad was more of a ruffian, mischievous and more interested in causing trouble when at school and so on. Eventually Doillin grown tired, and pressured Noillin to study the path of the Paladin, of which he grew more fond each day after giving in to his fathers will.

Regrettably, Doillin was shipped out to Northern Lordaeron. He fought the Scourge endlessly, shortly after Arthas' treachery. During this period he trained vigorously, eventually becoming a fully-pledged Paladin of the Light where he swore his oath within the Cathedral of Stormwind. Due to the Cathedral of Stormwind being seen as the home to the wielders of the Light in the Alliance, Noillin felt humbled that he swore his oath in such a Holy Sanctum. During this time Doillin was secretly assassinated by the Twilight's Hammer Clan, this was due to the fact that Doillin was a fierce combatant that participated in the defense of Stormwind Keep following the Twilight Hammer's failed attack. Using the War in Lordaeron as the perfect excuse for Doillin's demise, they went ahead. Afterwards a messenger hired by the Twilight's Hammer was paid to lie to Noillin, telling them that he had died in battle against the Scourge.

These lies would later come to shape Noillin's future...

Noillin, now possessing a need to unleash Righteousness upon the Scourge, sought out the Argent Dawn shortly after it's founding. Spending two years fighting the Scourge in the Plaguelands, steadily rising through the ranks, eventually becoming a Captain under the Dawn. After Kel'Thuzad's defeat at Naxxramas, Noillin reveled in the hopes that the Scourge may have truly been defeated within the Plaguelands. This hope ended when the Lich King arrived...

The Lich King and his Champions obliterated the Scarlet Crusade at Hearthglen. Afterwards, they set their sights on Light's Hope Chapel. Readying their forces for the worse, the Argent Dawn stood in the face of evil, Noillin himself at the front-lines, prepared for what the Scourge would throw at them. To his dismay, the Knights were more powerful than he imagined, however he bravely fought on, slaying a few of their numbers, including a good majority of Scourge Forces.

After the defenses began to cripple, Tirion arrived just before Noillin was dealt a killing blow by an Ebon Blade Knight, the Knights surrendering under the command of their Highlord, Darion Morgraine. The Lich King appeared before them all, and Tirion challenged him, smiting him down with a blow from the Righteous Ashbringer. Arthas fled to Icecrown, located in the frozen reaches of Northrend.

The Argent Crusade was therefore formed, and Noillin joined the Crusade in their journey to the North to ultimately defeat Arthas upon his own ground, a feat that would prove most challenging. Months went by during the first phases of the Assault, the Argent Crusade now bordering Icecrown and placing an encampment within Zul'Drak. The time had come where the Horde and the Alliance stood shoulder to shoulder in an attempt to conquer the Wrath Gate, the back door to Icecrown Citadel.

Noillin fought the Scourge endlessly alongside the Crusade, participating in many battles as he was sent to Zul'Drak to quell the Scourge and Drakari trolls in the area. The trolls were fierce and ravenous, one managing to cause Noillin to loose his right eye in battle. During this time Noillin met a fellow Dwarven Crusader, Mary. During the war, the two would have an intimate and loving relationship, Mary falling pregnant during the later stages of the war. The two would seek to marry after the war, settling down in the Lands of Khaz Modan together. The two relished in their joy, hoping for the best.

Soon the Lich King's days grew short, and the Crusade established a large encampment in which Noillin was also moved to located in the fields of Icecrown. The Encampment was erected after the Tournament to hold as a Forward Operating Base following the Crusade and Ebon Blades Operation to take Mord'Rethar, the Death Gate. The final barrier between Icecrown and the Righteous Defenders of Azeroth.

Noillin accompanied the Crusaders Forces to engage the bulk of the Scourge Forces upon Mord'Rethar, allowing the rear end from the Fleshwerks to be exposed. This allowed the Ebon Blade to mount the Gates of Mord'Rethar and slay any supporting Scourge that attempted to hail undead fury upon the Crusaders. The Crusaders fought long and hard, the blood soaked in their own allies blood, as well as littered with the corpses of fallen Scourge and Crusaders.

Though they were victorious, the sight was deeply saddening, Crusaders falling before the final obstacle, almost certain to escape this endless nightmare. It came to Noillin's dismay that a report on the front-line arrived - The Forward Operating Base was attacked by a large battalion of Scourge. No one survived. Realizing Mary was at the base at the time, he mounted his steed and rode hastefully back to the base.

The scene was carnage. Fallen Crusaders littered the floors, less of the Scourge's fallen could be accounted for, showing that the Scourge had indeed won this cowardly attack. Eventually Mary was found, on the verge of death. Noillin tried what he could to save her, but his powers were drained following the previous battle. Before she succumbed, she asked Noillin to take up the Duskcleaver, an ax used the Mary when she fought in the Wars, and cherish it in her memory.

That day she succumbed, taking their unborn child with her. Noillin wept that night, agonizingly tormented by the events that unfolded that day. His mind could not rest, knowing the Lich King would have to lay dead upon the cold Icecrown floor before his mind would be at peace. Pondering, endlessly training, Noillin patiently waited for the time that Fordring would lead the final assault. That day soon came...

Standing before Icecrown Citadel, Fordring lead the Crusaders into the hallowed halls of undeath. Battling legions of Scourge, Noillin and a detachment were tasked with holding the middle spire of the Frozen Throne so that Fordring and the champions of Azeroth could scale the Citadel to face Arthas. Standing his ground for a last stand, Noillin and his fellow Crusaders fought valiantly, though many fell before the Scourge.

A feeling would sweep over Noillin's body as the Citadel filled with cheers upon Fordring's announcement of the Lich King's fall. Noillin did not cheer, for he knew this Crusade came at a great loss for him. Though in spirit he felt relieved that the enduring struggle was over, he felt that he had not deserved a cheer for his efforts. He shortly left the Crusade after the war without reason, puzzling many Crusaders as he returned to his home in Arathi to get back to farming.

Three years pass. Noillin's mind is troubled by war, a sense of need within it. He felt as if he could no longer stand aside whilst others died valiantly. This is when the Destroyer came, when the Cataclysm shattered Azeroth. Scouring the kingdoms of the Alliance, Noillin attempted to find a cause to serve, this was when he found the Regiment. Lead by Thane Haiko Modason, Noillin eagerly signed up with the prospects of protecting the Kingdom of Khaz Modan and his people.

Showing much promise due to his Crusade backgrounds, Modason trusted Noillin, overseeing him training long and hard as a recruit. Time passed and Modason bestowed Noillin the rank of Corporal, assigning him under a soldier named Thassilo. There he would oversee the training of recruits and troops in preparation for the days that the Regiment marched to Loch Modan to answer the call of Khaz Modan.

Prior to this, Noillin traveled north to visit his fathers grave, located near the Shrine of Uther. Noillin reclaimed the Dawnhammer, his father's mighty Mace that was passed through the Dawnhammer family for generations. To Noillin's anger and shock, he met the cultist of the Twilight Hammer who murdered his father, learning the shocking truth of his father's death. It was revealed that the Twilight's Hammer had been tracking Noillin after identifying him during the War against the Lich King. As Noillin joined the Regiment, a cause that would attempt to push the cult out of Khaz Modan, the cult wished for Noillin to be assassinated so he could not take up his father's weapon. Battling the Cultist with the help of a fellow Regiment soldier and David Stone, known as Sorrowfang, the trio defeated the coward as he fled.

Traveling back to regroup with the Regiment, Noillin swore an oath to the Regiment to protect the lands of Khaz Modan in the name of the king and it's people. Reminiscing on his fallen wife and unborn child, Noillin promised himself that one day he would have an heir to the Dawnhammer Bloodline, vowing to make the path of the paladin a tradition in his family. He also swore to use the Dawnhamer to smite those who dared threaten his lands as his people...