Elyon

Information

Player name: dannyhero

Character Full Name: Sir Elyon Underwood

Character In-Game Name: Elyon.

Nickname(s): None.

Associations: Knights of the Silver Hand, Argent Dawn, Lionheart Champions, Stormwind, Alliance.

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Age: 35

Sex: Male.

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 206 lbs. (Without armor.)

Eyes: Blue.

Hair: Auburn hair, it's on is head. He's got a beard, it's on his face, it's getting a bit of gray in it..

Appearance

A suit of shinning golden armor, or at least it was, after years of wandering the plaguelands and surrounding areas. The constant battle and apathy to washing it forced the metal to dim to a low luster, but still well kept as far as use goes. The ornate writings over it's surfaces are hidden under a veil of dirt, the glow is quite now, but still strong, it was elvish plate, never certain how his paladin teacher obtained it, but he was given it, and so didn't look a gift horse in the mouth, it had an ornate blue paint, which is now fading and scratched.

He's average man, what you'd expect from a fighter, at least partially. His body screams war, but the joyful blue eyes and low rumble of a smile that usually graces his face speak of a man of forgiveness and healing. The scar that runs from the base of his jaw up to his cheek bone tears a road of scar tissue through the short red beard, which is matted with slight flecks of graying hair. His jaw is strong, and his chin a bit narrow, his face was long and ageless, he could be anywhere between thirty and fifty. The smile originated wrinkles on the outside of his eyes are usually kept that way from his nature of just... smiling. He's stock and solidly build, usually walking militantly erect, a uniform to his walk even.

Personality

He's a kind man. His demeanor usually ranges from calm, angry, and happy, like most men. Though in his case, usually the calm he carries himself with leaks a hopeful joy, his aura if you would. Doing what he can to help others rather then himself. He has little personal possessions other then the armor of his paladin master, a tome worn with use, full of scribbled notes and quotes, and the hammer he received during his knighting. He is simple, and doesn't take kindly to people who don't mean what they say and say what they mean. Straight forwardness is his virtue, though he keeps his gentlemanly tact of course.

He is quick to anger, but quick to forgive. On the subject of forgiveness, it almost runs him. He's more of a healer then a judge, he finds his own past actions disqualifying him from a position to wag his finger at his fellows. He takes a humble stance in the subject of his abilities and often shrinks from the lime light. Not one to boast he'll often tell tales outlining the marvels of his fellows. He enjoys telling stories, he lives for the past, even in all his hope he seems to yearn for the days before the wars, and the plague.

Lastly, he's a man of great guilt, even when he gives all he has, he'll often feel himself lacking. The greatest critic, himself, stabs at his faults, most that those around him cannot see. Usually it is covered by his joyful appearance, but sometimes, it saps his energy and he wanders in a slight funk, often though, it is broken if he is taken away from pondering with meditation, action, or entertainment. Due to this habit, he'll often push himself to super human extreme to try and, what he believes "make up for it".

History

Elyon was born into a large family, with three brothers and eight sisters. His mother had a complication that had occurred just after labour that ceased her mother's life. His father split as soon as he realized he had to raise the children all by himself. Sure, a few of the kids were capable of handling themselves as they had grown into maturity already but their father still couldn't gather up what was needed for him to stay with them.

A couple of the younger siblings were raised by their older sibling but seeing as they didn't have a great steady income, their mother's siblings came to their aid and took most of the younger sibling under their wing. Their family spread wide over Human lands and they all adopted their mother's surname, seeing as their father had split on them. Elyon himself moving to Lordaeron and becoming a paladin in training at an Abbey near the capital city. He lost mot all contact with his family, his focus narrowing on his knighthood.

As he grew, his paladin master was his father figure, a real man. Unlike his father who abandoned him, he was loyal, just, forgiving, and wise. He was all that Elyon ever wanted to be. So he did his best to aspire to be a carbon copy of the Silver Hand Knight, until he himself was sworn into the order. No words can express the joy that soared in Elyon's heart that day as his paladin master bowed to him for the first time. As time passed, Elyon did what he could at the abbey, serving the needy who wandered there, taking care of orphans, raising future knights and priests. He listened to the travelers tales and grew to have a thirst for stories and individual's worth as people, seeing how much knowledge they held, how much life they went through, it thrilled him. He would takes rides around the country and supply aid to the towns about that might be unfortunate to have bandits attack, but his life was rather uneventful until the plague brewed to the north...

He went with the other knights, watching the ravaged country-side, tortured by plague and death, in the wake of the necromancer Kel'Thazad. The things that Elyon saw, made his heart heavy as a stone in his breast. He helped cure for the sick, but the plague was like no disease the paladins ever faced, and was often forced to end lives so they would not have to endure returning as the undead, he waited, and waited for his prince to return and liberate the kingdom from this threat, but after hearing what travesties occurred in Northrend, he could hardly believe it, and denied it until the traitor prince returned, and killed the beloved king.

As undead ran rampant and destroyed the once beautiful kingdom of Lordaeron, Elyon and his fellow paladins gathered, under the leadership of Mograine and his sacred weapon. The Scarlet Crusade was curbing the tide of death, until Mograine was pierced with his own blade, and stopped the knights in their tracts. Most were stricken with grief, others burned for revenge. Elyon stayed, his heart sank like lead in the sea, he did what he could to ignore the corruption in his brothers, but only for so long. He fled the Glades of Tirisfal and joined the other splintering paladins to join the Argent Dawn.

He did his part to cull the horrifying undead that marched across Lordaeron's now destitute land. He fought and hoped for the dawning of a time when Lordaeron would be free, and justice would impale Arthas's frozen heart. He and the other Argent Dawn agents spent much of their time attempting to take down high risk targets such as Scholomance and Strathholme, usually enlisting the aid of adventurers. This was Elyon's new life, conflict, and much of it, yet he kept his smile, he kept his hope, it made the dim sun that shone through the clouds of death above him all that much brighter.

When the Scourge launched attacks on all major cities of the living races, Elyon was sent to Stormwind to help the people of Azeroth fight of the undead, with all of the Alliance's might, their evil was driven back to the icey Northlands, and Elyon stayed at the Argent Embassy in Stormwind's Cathedral Quarter. Where he kept his vigil, and mostly engaged in boring paper-work. Leaving to speak with the orphans near-by, or to take a stroll in their gardens. It was rather refreshing for Elyon to experience relative normality in a human land once again, so he requested that he stay.

Recently, he has been speaking to a man of the name Mathar, and his champions.