Thoradin

Information

Player:Thoradin

Character Full Name:Thoradin de Grosbois

Character In-Game Name:Thoradin

Nickname(s):Thor, Thora, Adin

Association(s):The Alliance, Church of the Light, Stromgarde

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Skills and Abilities: Veteran of the Second War: Due to his services in the Second War and Outland, Thoradin is unshakeable in terms of fear; he has seen everything that could ruin a man. He has also become very proficient in most forms of melee combat, and the use of the Holy Light to combat his enemies.

Age: 63

Sex: Male

Hair: Faded black, mostly grey.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 175lbs without his armor.

Height: 6ft

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Wears a battered set of Second War era Stromgarde plate, it has seen the weapons and devices of many enemies. He also wears a torn tabard of Stromgarde, or a worn tabard displaying a yellow sun over a white background.

Other: Wields a two-handed hammer, the hilt of which has been replaced several times.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Good

Thoradin is a battered old man, and it is shown by the years of stress and regret he wears upon his face. He is slow to trust anyone, but once he does, they couldn't ask for a better friend. Overly cautious, Thoradin does not do anything without thoroughly checking it out first. No rushing, he is slow to act until the time calls for swift justice. Vindictive, nothing escapes his memory when those he loves are put into harms way.

History

In the great city of Stromgarde, was one of many patriotic families. The Grosbois family had five boys, Thoradin the youngest. His father, Ranelph de Grosbois, was a Knight in service to the Army of Stromgarde. His brothers, once they were of age, joined the Army as well. Named after the ancient king who brought humanity together to face the troll threat. He wore his name like a badge of pride and honor, rubbing it in the faces of his schoolmates. Even at the age of ten he joined the Stromgarde Youth to prepare for military service. He was taught a wide variety of things in the span of six years, everything from hunting and scouting to cleaning armor properly.

Upon his sixteenth birthday, Thoradin signed up for the Stromgarde Army. He was placed with his brothers, in his fathers unit. His first actual combat experience was against a warparty of trolls near a farmstead when he was twenty. He had heard the stories of trolls, gruesome twenty foot monsters that could eat a man as soon as look at him. So the stories were exaggerated, they were still ugly and powerful. They had finished the trolls off, only one man was injured, but Thoradin felt something stir inside of him; he was meant to do this.

Over the next couple of years he fought more and more, bandits, trolls, the occasional wetlands beast that had slipped past the guards at the Thandol Span. He yearned for nothing more than to kill the next enemy of Strom. From his bravery in battle, Thoradin was eventually promoted to Captain by the time he was 30. He led a force of thirty into a troll encampment in the easternmost portion of the Highlands, losing no more than a handful of men, they stormed the camp and slaughtered the trolls. After his promotion, word spread from the south about a menacing threat growing on the borders of the Kingdom of Azeroth. He dismissed the threat as the trolls of the south, nothing for Grand Strom to worry about.

After a few more years of combat efficiency and outstanding service, Captain Thoradin was given the honors of Knighthood by Lord Barath of Strom, who was the sponsor of Thoradin's contingent. The man had never felt happier in his entire life, his parents stood proud as did his brothers. When he stood he became Sir Thoradin, Knight of Strom, and he couldn't have been happier. It wasn't long, though, until refugees from Azeroth flooded the borders of Lordaeron on all sides. It would appear that some new enemy, these so called Orcs, had decimated the most powerful human nation in the world. Thoradin saw this as a new challenge and volunteered to join this new order of holy warriors, these Paladins, along with a handful of his fellow Knights of Strom.

Thoradin, along with his brothers-at-arms, learned the basics of wielding the Light before the Horde showed up at the Thandol Span. Lite healing, a basic smite, and commanding aura of prowess was all he needed to inspire his countrymen to help defend the Highlands side of the bridge. And when they fought, he fought with strength and courage, but it wasn't enough. Soon Thoradin and his men were ordered to retreat with the rest of the Thandol Span forces back to the city of Stromgarde. Again, for all of his might, his beloved city could not be saved by the onslaught of orcs. Once again he was commanded to retreat, and abandon the ancient homeland of Humanity.

He fought at the Wall, in Southshore, and inevitably the Capital City. He searched the refugee camps in the city limits for word of his family, and yet he could find no trace of his kin. Days of waiting, waiting for the orcs to storm the city, waiting for an honorable death defending his people. And yet nothing happened, at least not until Gilneas came to save the day. Once the orcs were thrown into chaos, the forces of the Capital City poured out like rolling thunder to aid their Gilnean brothers to defeat the greenskins. Great cheers of victory sounded throughout the day into the night as the orcs ran with their tails between their legs, all the way back to their blackened mountain.

For the first time in months, Thoradin had the chance to rest, albeit briefly. It wasn't long until the united armies of Humanity marched south to defeat the Orcs, to reclaim the burned city of Stormwind. Thoradin marched with the soldiers under the great Danath Trollbane, once the Horde was pushed back to their tainted world through that evil waygate. The lands of Draenor were new, beautiful and deadly, and teeming with enemies. Once the fortress of Honor Hold was built, upon the skulls and blood of the fallen, the Alliance forces dug in.

After the destruction of Draenor, Thoradin felt like a prisoner doomed to fight until his death. Even the animals fought you, Ravagers, dual headed birds of prey, corrupted boar. Finding food became almost as difficult and dangerous as fighting the orcs. Even if it was to protect his world, Thoradin hated this new land, if there was a hell, the remains of Draenor were it. Everyday was spent fighting, orcs, demons, arrakoa, new twisted beings that seemed to sprout like weeds in the barren landscape. This was his life, and the life of his brothers in arms for nearly thirty years.

Then the Dark Portal was re-awoken, and out poured the remnants of demons followed by pursuing forces of the Alliance and the Horde. Fresh soldiers began arriving at Honor Hold daily, news of the world flowed like a bitter tide to most. Their homelands in disrepair, or utterly lost to them. However, rest was not an option, even with new forces, the evils of Outland had to be dealt with. Thoradin was placed in command over a small group of soldiers to strike out at the surrounding Fel Horde, occasionally leading assaults on the orc encampment of Zeth'Gor.

When the war in Outland was over, after so many years of living in hell, Thoradin returned with many of his brothers to the world of Azeroth. Blue skies, green grass, actual trees, he wept when he returned to his home city via ship from New Stormwind to Southshore. He felt only anger, seeking nothing more than vengeance for what happened to his home. He learned of the Forsaken and what they had done to Lordaeron, as well as the Scourge. Even though his love for Strom was unbreakable, his training as a Paladin reminded him that he should do what he can for the people of Lordaeron. Against the curse of undeath, he set out to do what the Alliance could not.