Oryn

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Player: Kainue

Character Full Name: Oryn Faithbearer

Character In-Game Name: Oryn

Nickname(s): Ore, as in the stuff you mine from caves. This was a childhood name given to him simply because the first syllable of his name was 'Or'.

Association(s): Various Westfall settlements, People's Militia, The Alliance, Church of the Holy Light

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Hair: Golden blond

Eyes: Sky blue

Weight: 186 lbs

Height: 6'0

Appearance

Oryn will usually be found dressed in a blue tunic and pants to match during special occasions and when he is out and about the city of Stormwind. He tries to appear well-kept and clean as any men of the Light should be when presenting themselves around others. His suit of steel armor is battered and beaten but with constant blacksmith visits, he manages to keep it looking almost like new. Keeping it's silvery gleam when struck with sunlight.

Other: Oryn is not a man without scars and other reminders of passed battles with evil and criminals. He has a diagonal slash-wound from a broken bottle across his left cheek.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Good

Oryn can be seen as a brash young man in the eyes of the elder, but he is not without a sense of duty and honor. His brashness comes from the fact that he is always in belief that his views are the best ones from the views of his respectable elder knights. He is sort of a rebellious lad to a certain degree. He has and will show compassion for all living things (that does not try to kill him upon sight), but his enemies will be his enemies if they decide to hurt the innocent and the weak within his presence.

History

Born a healthy boy and first child of Carol & Orias Faithbearer, Oryn was raised as a typical Westfall lad. He grew up as a farmer's boy and would stay so until his squire days. He would work the fields with his father and grandfather and learn literature and art when he can. He was always interested in so many things at one time and became master of none. His fascination with religion and holy warror-monks of the Light would develop within him after his first visit to the Church of Light, a trip in which would begin to play an enormous part in his youth and growth to a man later on in life. He was a good boy at first, but his adventurous nature would always put him in the hands of laughing patrols.

His most memorable adventure was when he tracked a lost pig over the course of three hours. The chase lead him over many rolling hills of the Westfall region and he eventually rode the pig right back in to his town. He boasted about how he had to wrestle the pig and tame it to his will, but little did his audience know that all it took was a trail of food and gentle cooing. This would be the turning point of his life when it eventually turned in to harder and harder tasks. Tasks set by none other than Oryn himself, he wanted to push himself both physically and mentally for the journey towards knighthood. He succeeded.

Oryn would leave his beloved family and home to journey across the land to the humble home of monks and holy-warriors, the Northshire Abbey.

There he began his ascent as a squire and trained with his master in the acts of war, kindness, mercy and nobility. He was 15 then. His heart was in the right place, his mind set on a one way course to finally becoming a full-fledged paladin of the Light. He wanted to obtain the powers and abilities to defend his home, his family and the future of his people as one man against the world of evil and deceit.

A decade would pass now.

A full-grown Oryn of the age 28 now turns around to see the abbey for a final look before crossing the threshold in to the world of Azeroth. He was a man now. A man of the Light. His duty was to the faithful people of the Alliance. His vision was clear before him and he knew what he wanted to achieve in his mortal life time.

The chance to make a difference in the hearts of others, the chance to give the young ones the life he had.

Through religion or through the actions of his holy hammer he would try.