Tharilon

Information

Player: Thar

Character Full Name: Tharilon Lightblade

Character In-Game Name: Tharilon

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): None

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Age: 34

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 137 lb.

Height: 6"2

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: A simplistic gray robe and hat. A kite shield and a steel sword.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Tharilon is a very quiet man, he usually keeps to himself, but when he sees a major flaw or fault he will speak out. When someone screams for help, if he is nearby, he will certainly help. If someone requires aid of any kind, he will try do his best and help that person.

History

Tharilon was born in the countryside of Lordaeron, to a wealthy peasant family, being the youngest out of his siblings, he was often pushed around or ignored. Despite his bad status with his mother and siblings he was greatly favored by his father. Tharilon's family was greatly devout and when a male reached the age of ten, he was applied to some sort of Knight-ship. When Tharilon turned the age of ten, his father hesitated to give him away. But it was decided , Tharilon was to be a squire at the Knights of the Silver Hand. Early in the morning Tharilon was taken from his bed and forced to put on an initiate tabard. His father put Tharilon on one of his horses and rode Tharilon to the headquarters. When there, he kneeled before his son and revealed a beautiful engraved knife to him, he said: "Son, this is a family heirloom, I want you to have it, I hope you someday pass it on to your children." With that said, a couple of monks escorted young Tharilon behind the gates.

Tharilon soon found out what the older children at the castle referred to as "squire" work. So Tharilon passed his days as a child working hard, waxing the floors, polishing shoes. But when Tharilon turned the age of eighteen, he was initiated into the Knights as an apprentice, his master was a high ranking office, he was old and wise. His master taught him how to wield the Light as a combat tool and how to use it to aid other people. At the age of twenty-eight Tharilon was knighted as a full-fledged Paladin of the Silver Hand.

A couple of months later Tharilon was doing scouting work in the woods, when a runner rode up to him and shouted "By the will of Lord Uther, you are to report to the gates of Stratholme!". Tharilon shrugged and jumped on his horse to race off to Stratholme. When he neared the city, he was jumped by five men, all robed in black, before being able to draw his sword, he was immobilized by a shadow-bolt and he dropped to the ground, unconscious.

A few hours later Tharilon awoke bound by rope, in the horizon he could see fair Stratholme ablaze, a tear ran down his cheek "I was too late." he said silently. Around him was a grotesque scenery, corpses lynched in the trees, bodies lying in neat stacks, as if prepared for some ritual. He saw the men that jumped him earlier, they were talking to undead, Tharilon has heard about undead, but was horrified to see one in person. All around him were strange wagons with corpses loaded in them and polearms sticking out the front. He heard the men talk "This is was a successful attack, the Master shall have a new army." Tharilon needed to escape his bonds and warn the towns that have not been ravaged yet. He then remembered his old knife, he wiggled around his hand enough to reach his pocket, he put his hand into his pocket and succeeded in getting the blade out. He used the blade to cut through the ropes, once he was freed, he walked over to wagons and picked up his shield and sword. Tharilon waited until the undead left and snuck up to one of the robed man. He rammed his sword right into the robed man's back , as he pulled it out, entrails spilled all over the ground and the man fell. Two of the other men shrieked in horror seeing the vengeanced paladin and fled in terror, Tharilon bashed the face of the one of the remaining men with his shield, causing the skull to cave in, he turned to the last man alive and sliced his head right off, creating a fountain of blood as the chopped-off head rolled down a hill. As Tharilon cleaned the guts off his blade he ran south, to the town of Darrowshire. As he got there, it was too late, and the town was already overrun by undead. He climbed on a freed horse and fled the grounds of Lordaeron....

Now Tharilon walks the land as one of the many paladins who may have shared a similar fate.