Iscovar

Information

Player: Beltharean

Character Full Name: Iscovar Lucane

Character In-Game Name: Iscovar

Nickname(s): He's not the type to have a nickname he acknowledges, but will respond to Sir Lucane.

Association(s): The Oakleaf Knights, The Alliance, The Knights of the Silver Hand (No long of course).

Race: Human

Class: Paladin / Argent Dawn Templar

Age: 38

Sex: Male

Hair: Iscovar has absolutely no hair on his body; Hair, eyebrows, eyelashes... All of it is gone.

Eyes: A blue-gray, with the slightest hint of holy light shining from beneath the surface.

Weight: Around 210 pounds.

Height: 6'0

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance

He is almost always in his plate armour, a mixture of gray, dull steel, and blue trim. It's obvious the armour has been through quite a few battles, with seemingly countless scrapes, scratches, and the occasional dent. It is also apparent it has been repaired time and time again.

Other: He is a part time armour smith, mostly just tending to his own wares, but will also repair the armour of others. Specializes in plate, but will do mail. Having spent his whole life training as a (retribution) paladin, as stated above, his eyes have a dim glow, barely visible.

Personality

Iscovar has his own moral code, that few understand (sometimes not even he can decipher it, often just going by his gut), that he will maintain till the end of his days. If he gets the thought of doing something in his mind, he will charge for it. Some have said his devotion to his way of life, and how he lives, borders on the fanaticism of the Scarlet Crusade or Onslaught but to quote him, “Only those who risk going too far will ever know how far they can go,”.

History

The young Lucane was born to a broken family, his priest mother had married a brute and an alcoholic, birthing Iscovar, and his sister Marianna. His father was always in and out of the house, gone for months at a time, only to come back in a drunken rage. Eventually his mother, Josephine, transfered churches, to that of the Northshire Abbey.

Not long after this, the abbey was destroyed, but the three (Josephine, Marianna, and Iscovar) managed to survive, and escape with the rest of the abbey. His mother continued to train with the other priests, making her way with her children up into Lordaeron where the Knights of the Silver Hand were formed. After some time, the young Iscovar began to train under one of the paladins as a squire. The paladin was a man by the name of Morgan Dalravane, an ex-knight, converted to the light when he saw it's power.

Josephine, his mother, accepted that Iscovar was giving up his childhood to become much more than either her or his father (the latter not taking much effort), and left him with Morgan, taking his sister further north to preach the gospel of the holy light.

Iscovar trained for some time as a squire, going through the day in day out. After seven years, at the age of twenty one, Iscovar became a fully fledged knight of the Silver Hand. At this time, there was little to do besides partake in the occasional hunting of rogue orcs, or patrol the cities, so Iscovar eventually began to hone his hand to hand skills in the arena with the orcs.

Both races found the fights amusing, Iscovar mostly getting beat time and time again, scoring the occasional win, the guards pulling orcs off his writhing frame before they beat him to death. Eventually however, Iscovar began to understand more and more of hand to hand combat, and won more and more fights. He still lost more than he would ever hope of winning, but he could at least say he had more than enough orcs under his belt that he'd beaten with his bare hands.

Thus, Iscovar began to patrol the cities once more, having sated his lust to beat orcs unarmed, keeping an eye on the shady parts of town. On another hunt for escaped orcs, the plague of undeath began to spread across the land. Iscovar had no idea at the time, traveling in the wilderness, but when he saw the rotting corpses of fellow humans gnawing at the limbs of the orcs he was hunting, he knew something was amiss. He reared his horse, and began to speed back to the small city where he was based at.

The town was being overrun by the undead, and along with several other paladins Iscovar managed to gather a group of the uninfected and get them to safety. The Third War raged on like this for quite some time, Sir Lucane attacking, defending, losing some battles, winning others... But the only blow in the whole war that truly pierced him, was the news that the city his mother and sister had been staying at for some months was attacked and overrun by the Scourge.

Iscovar managed to live through the war, and make his way back down to the Lands of Stormwind where he once lived, and act as a vigilante in the streets of Old Town, venturing into the Plaguelands for months at a time to kill waves of undead. It was here, that he met the forsaken... Among them, the rotting form of his sister. They overtook him, but remembering her brother, had her rotten allies stand down.

Iscovar wasn't sure how to react at first, but the transaction shifted his perspective on the undead. They were still abominations, and most if not all, were to be destroyed, but in the mean time, the best course of action would be to find a cure for their terrible state. Some of them are still normal human beings under the layers of rotting flesh and bones, and deserve to be blessed by the light once more.

Up until very recently Iscovar has been in Northrend, fighting off the undead along side the death knights, but has now returned back to the Eastern Kingdoms as the final push is made on Ice Crown. He feels he has done all he can in those lands, and that the power of the light has seldom touched the northern human lands where he spent the vast majority of his life. His true home. And it must be saved once more.