Arylon

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"This world's easy, ya' know? It's all about moving on, ya' know?" Arylon, on the state of the world.

"Hebry, it looks like I finally can stop running..." Arylon upon dying.

Information

Arylon in Outland.

Player: Lynoa06

Character Full Name: Arylon Bradford

Character In-Game Name: Arylon

Nickname(s): Arylie, though her old friend Lily prefers the term "Amy".

Association(s): Formerly : Silver Hand // Argent Crusade (as a Paladin). She has broken off and now works for the Alliance Volunteer Army.

Race: Human

Class: Paladin / Holy Knight

Age: 33

Sex: Female

Hair: Combed and lashed backwards; her ponytail is always seamless. Color may change, but it often keeps blonde.

Eyes: Dimmed green.

Weight: About 75 kgs.

Height: About 170 cms. Her slender frame often has her seem much taller for her weight.

Other: She features a few scars on her arms, seemingly inflicted upon by a blade; it's said she's been gaining them through some kind of ritual, but they seem to come purely from combat. Her speech is punctuated regularly by the words "Say..." (upon inquiring) or "you know?" (randomly). She has a quite coarse and juvenile way to express herself; also, her words are often very blunt. She seems to master some Darnassian, too, certainly from the months she'd been hiding in the forests. She owns quite a bit of pets, too. Most of the time looked after by a friendly neighboor, though.

Alignment: Neutral/Evil

Appearance

Arylon's favorite daydreaming spot, in Stormwind.

Clothing

Usually wearing either comfortable, higher-class clothes, she can also be casually seen wearing some armor, often chain-mailed or plated. Her robes are often blue and bearing the insigna of Lordaeron - fitting with her light-blond hair. Her armor is merely an extension of this blue-golden association, often plated impressively. Another outfit she often dons is a white, light clothing with triangle points on the cuffs and waist, and this golden belt of hers..

Weapons

Arylon can often be seen wielding a spear or other polearm; though the mace and sword yield no secret to her. No basic secret, that is. She loves to enchant her weapons, thanks to her husband; though they often end up in worthless results that spoil the weapon, and at such Arylon very often changes her weapon of choice.

Spells

Arylon's spells revolve around healing and holy damage. Most of the time, however, she sticks to healing. She has never used spells beyond Lay on Hands, though she has been trained in using them.

From the least to the most taxing :

o Exorcism

o Cleanse

o Flash of Light

o Hammer of Wrath

o Holy Shock

o Holy Light

o Divine Shield

o Lay on Hands

o Redemption

When threatened, Arylon tends to more proficiently use the latter tier of spells. Desesperately she might cast a powered-up version of Exorcism.

Personality

"Hebry, where might you be hiding?"

Arylon Bradford is a very subtle, and passionate woman. Versatile and by times childishly easy to anger, she is of a genuinely emphatic and cheerful nature, and often ends up truly believing, kind, caring. This, and the horrors and hardships she's endured, have turned her into a humble female nonetheless - and to her own dismay, often feels lonely, unconfident, a -bit- too optimist by times, and very shameful. Her loneliness is sometimes driving her to some questionnable acts, however. Somewhat too ruthless and stubborn for her own good though - she is often blinded by her goal, no matter how wrong it sounds - her own faith in the Light is also torn between the true pillars, and the interests of the Silver Hand whom she follows up from afar. She bears a strong fondness for Night Elves and natural beings, while not so despising technology, and wildly hopes for a reunification of the Alliance of Lordaeron, especially with said elves; on the contrary, she has a deep fear for unholy entities - the Forsaken, Necromancers, Warlocks, up to the famed (yet disbelieved) Death Knights; and the presence of Orc warlocks, of Trolls, of the Forsaken, and of the more and more arcane-abusing Sin'dorei is beginning to give her doubts about the Horde.

History

Backstory

Arylon Bradford is born in an inn in Lakeshire, perhaps a few days before the First War, to traveling merchants who used to live in Stormwind City, up north; they were making their way to the Harbor, where they would catch a boat to Lordaeron. So, somehow, she escaped the fate of thousands, and likewise arrived in Lordaeron a month later, amidst the chaos and worries of mankind. It is said her family was at first trading in the region of Westfall, her family's forlorn homeland, and there are even rumors of an older brother of hers - lost in the sands of times. Arylon's childhood was bliss; and often enough, she was hidden from the cares of the real world, from its poverty and sorrow, “for her own good”. After all, she could have been birthed a week later in much more gruesome circumstances, and life is something so precious and easy to loose. Normal childhood, slightly Light-shed teenhood. After the Wars they moved back to Lordaeron, unwittingly escaping narrowly a second disaster. During this time, Arylon underwent basic Light training. She was taught to devote herself to the ways of the Light; she could almost have been gifted by the Light as Priest, but she was definitely too childish for such tasks.

With the Third War upcoming, teenage Arylon - she was already about 24, but genuinely teenage-spirited - was confronted to the tides of fate. Her father died from the Plague after being sent to wage war in the northern Kingdoms, and while she didn't know who the opponents for this conflict were, nor why would the Night Elves, the Horde and the Alliance gather up joined forces, she did understand trouble was brewing. This was her first contact with the reality, the peasants and lower classes. She never really fought against the Scourge, but did face them as the outskirts of the city were falling to their rotten hands; what was left of her family left in the darkness to more quiet lands, quite hopelessly it must be said.

Bemused and bewildered, "little" Arylon fled with her aging mother in Goldshire, a less wealthy suburb city (yet much richer than Westfall or Duskwood), known for being a major trading hub in the lands of Stormwind. For years, she learned the ways of the lesser classes, and while she explored the local areas with passion, she found out finally, after more than twenty years in a cocoon, about the truth of life – that people can get pitiful, weak, helpless; and most of all, that others, such as herself – as a noblewoman – or shameless rogues, abuse this state of things for their own profit. Often, she felt sorrow towards it all, and she often tried to tend to the needy and sick. She wasn't often feeling too faithful, and by 25 came finally the time for her to love. She was indeed rather far away from trouble, though the Dark Portal wasn't so far. And so she fell in love. It was another nobleman, a Priest in fact, and while his order quite frowned upon amourous feelings, the both did belove geuinely for a while. This relation did not last long, though - two months - simply because she felt she would never be able to give her love to one man selfishly. However, she did seek the path of light deeper after this encounter, a path which she believed, would mend those torn lands.

The Path of Light

This changed her life forever. By 26 , a strange, heavily-armored person came to settle in Goldshire. Richard – the man's name – was a Paladin of the Silver Hand, devoted to curing the diseases of the modern world – not only the Plague, but also human illnesses, poverty, weakness of spirit or body, terror and corruption. He took Arylon under his wing, and she learned some basic warrior moves, more truthful education – especially about the Human history and latest War events. Over time he mentored her. She was quite the quick learner, and had been taught proper holy and warring training. Their mentoring, therefore, was mainly focused on the Three Pillars so capital to a paladin. Her mother couldn't see the tale end - or begin? - however, for she died about when Arylon turned 30, out of ageness. Arylon decided to leave the city, leaving her mentor behind (apart from a few contact), and spent almost eleven months in the woods of Elwynn, Duskwood, and in Redridge. There, for her own sake, she learnt Alchemy and Herbalism - how to reckonize plants, how to grind their seeds properly, how and what to mix up, and so many more. At the same time, she often was forced to kill Defias members who roamed the forest, and often pryed upon the hapless woman. This decided her into the Silver Hand, and she spent the most of her time thinking about her link to the universe. She met a few Night Elves there, who taught her basic Darnassian, and sometimes supplied her with food, especially in the latest, colder months.

Only when she turned 31, at the end of a rough winter, did our Paladin - or rather, apprentice Paladin - meet back with civilization. While at first confrontated with a strange hunter - a Night Elf speaking very basic Common - she slowly came back to Goldshire. Later on renting at an inn, whom owner was a great friend of Arylon's mother, she finally settled back into Stormwind. This is when she met one of her truest friends, Lily - another Priest, how peculiar -, and finally strayed from the Argent Crusade, considered unworthy of reverence and unholy. The truth, in fact, was that she felt people invested on her; and the tortures she saw in the catacombes of Stormwind shook her. Though she would never forgive fel users, she found out some of the killed people were, in fact, honest people outspoken about the Crusade. It is about time the tale was written - a time for young and sensitive Arylon to step forth and assert, associated (but not engaged) finally as a beginning Holy Knight - thanks to the man, to her. Her own faith in the Light and the interests of the Hand often conflicting, the abiding, obedient Arylon began to wander off, seeking the truth, into this genuine world of ruthlessness .. and warcraft...

Know thy Enemy

Arylon and Lily.

Arylon wouldn't yet meet the fortunes she sought. She had indeed begun helping with a Paladin guild, named the Holy Flame, and dedicated to erasing warlocks from existance. But Arylon was frowned heavily upon, and for a while even exiled herself. During her journey, however, she confronted a Warlock, named Enuo. Slowly, he managed to exhult the drawbacks and sins that lingered, denied, within her; full of pride and confidence, she walked right in his trap. He played with her feelings, used his inherent martial superiority to bring her to shame and knee; he would constantly taunt and rally her, and in the end she grew a rather dark hatred for him and his kin. But he managed to master her and, for a while, she was but an unwitting puppet to him, even though she quickly resolved to break free - as soon as she finally woke and noticed how she was being manipulated; a mage, named Hebry, spotted the stray Paladin and helped her deal with her demons. This man...she would marry some time later. But the end of her adventures still does not draw near; as Arylon, cleansed and resplenished, has grown more goals than fighting off the Warlock threat; but now, waiting for the fateful day, she's taken back her former lifestyle as a healer, travelling from county to county, spreading the faith of the Light - and within her, growing feelings for a Follower of the Shadow, and hot on her tail, a thief she once offended, and now bent on erasing her from existence..

And what should have happened, did happen. Arylon met up with the thief, as she and the priest walked towards the Dark Portal. Barely fleeing with her life, she would find herself stranded in Outland. She began a tiresome journey, towards the most neutral and remote place she could find - the Goblin-run town within Netherstorm. There she begun seeking ways to heal the land, and over time, began to rebuild herself - especially she bore Hebry's child. Arcane magic didn't bother her so much, and though never using this black magic, considered unholy by herself, she coped with it. And so Arylon restored herself, helping with the biospheres, away from the turmoil of Kalimdor and Azeroth. From time to time, she rode down to Nagrand, the lands of the Draenei, for a few days before riding back in Netherstorm.

And yet Arylon doesn't feel home. After months she would decide to tread the way back to the Dark Portal, and later on, to Stormwind - but what awaits her is nothing like before. The Lich King is dead. Quickly tying links back with Lily (to whom she now bears a stronger affection) and Hebry (who had made her pregnant right before her flight), she has sold all of the Outland treasures against a small house in Stormwind. She now works for the Alliance Volunteer Army, a paramilitary led by the mage Sannas, and despite her almost intant rank of Knight and her rather high wages, the forthcoming offspring and the upcoming hardships shall make her life rougher.

But hopes vanish fast. One night like all others, the woman was found, slain, in her house in Ironforge. Another woman who had the misfortune to rent a room to the wrong innkeeper, and who made the unlucky mistake to believe herself safe. Another one befell, but definetely not the last. For Iscaro, who did not hold her in high regard, yet had a sense of honor to whomever had served his cause, happened to find the mess. Shortly enough, he sent Teranis and Sannas to save her - and once again, it's a new story that begins. For her lover, for Lily, for Sannas have gone missing...and Arylon is now mute, shaken, helpless - and totally clueless as to who could wish her harm...