Scardyrius

Information

Player: silversnake88

Full Name: Scardyrius Sunseeker

In game: Scardyrius

Nicknames: Cardy

Associations: Silvermoon City, Blood Knights

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Paladin

Age: 178

Hair: Black and spiked, with a goatee.

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'10

Weight: 129

Appearance

Clothing: He tends to always wear armour and carries his sword where it can be seen.

Personality

Enjoys seeing other people happy for any reason, and trys his best to help those in need. He is alway willing to lend a hand to anyone elf or otherwise believing that he can solve the problem. He always finishes his tasks no matter what it might do to him as long as it might help someone out of a jam.

He reads quite a lot of historical text because he is a firm believer that those who do not learn from their past are doomed to repeat it. His one weakness is his thirst for knowledge that may push him to stick his nose in where it doesn't belong.

History

Born two centuries ago in Silvermoon, Scardyrius's wealthy parents often had other duties to attend to, leaving him to be raised by those who they would pay to care for him. Year after year he only saw his mother on holidays and on special occasions, his father was an even rarer sight.

On the day of his hundred and twelfth birthday he signed up for the Silvermoon guards to spite his parents. His parents disowned him in retaliation, he had already change his last name to Sunseeker. His training as a guard taught him how to use a sword and instilled upon him great pride in the city he was bound to protect. A few decades later, the third war erupted.

As the dead scar was being carved towards Quel'thalas by Arthas, Scardyrius fought to protect Silvermoon from the scourge. With every passing hour soldiers and civilian fell at his side, only to rise on theirs. Fear crippled what was left of the defensive, and soon most of the remaining fighters were ready to set down their weapons and let the sweet kiss of death bring them into blessed oblivion.

As the haunting moans of the undead became audible again only a few of the soldiers rose to fight, the rest did not even get up. Scardyrius watch his once majestic and proud people battered and broken and reminded them who they were, reminded them that if they failed the enemy became stronger, that their families in Silvermoon would be the ones to suffer the most.

The ones that had stayed down rose to fight as the first scourge crawled over the horizon. They fought for several hours until his order changed from protecting the gates to evacuation of citizens. As the last citizen was sent through and the guards and rangers followed, a crippling sense of loss hit every high elf, the Sunwell had fallen.

When the Quel'dorei became the Sin'dorei and joined the horde Scardyrius accepted the new allies, feeling that the scourge was the bigger thraet. Leaving the guards soon after to become a paladin, his training seemed to progress too slow for his taste. After a few months he left the blood knights to persue mercanary work for small fees such as food, water, or shelter. To this day he roams Azeroth helping those who would accept his help.