Zeruulon

Information

Player: Xemnasking

Character Full Name: Zeruulon

Character In-Game Name: Zeruulon

Nickname(s): Zeru

Association(s): Exodar, Stormwind, The Alliance.

Race: Draenei

Class: Paladin

Age: 5650

Sex: Male

Hair: His hair is white

Eyes: They glow a cerulean blue, with a tint of sadness to them.

Weight: 215 lbs, but heavier with his armor on.

Height: 7'6

Appearance

His holy battle gear, is golden plate, and a large glowing golden mallet, sometimes a two-handed sword. His out-of-battle clothing is a robe, rather interesting in design.

Other: He is trained in a large variety of weapons, and is extremely curious about new ones. He is trained in Swords, both two and one handed; Axes, two handed; Maces, both two and one handed. Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality

Zeruulon, while being holy, curious, and an overall friendly person, shows a different side of himself to his enemies. In battle, it is almost like hatred pumps through his veins. While not exactly proud of that fact, he does use it to his advantage. He despises orcs, and fel magic. He is a holy man, and is an experienced paladin. He is rough, large, and overbearing, but easy to befriend. He is very persistent, and will not give up until he has reached a goal. As for his feelings towards the various races of Azeroth, well... He loves the Kal'Dorei, and respects them; he is fond of humans; neutral with Dwarves and Gnomes. As for the Horde, he hates every race with them, excluding the Tauren, he respects them to an extent, though he still dislikes them as they are his enemies faction-wise.

History

Zeruulon wasn't born on Argus, he was born whilst the Draenei fled from planet to planet. From the moment he was born, Zeruulon believed in an end to fleeing. He was born on a swamp planet, some way out in space, and it wasn't too long, really only 20 years, as the Draenei had been there for a little while, before the Burning Legion found them. That pattern continued, and every time, the population dwindled. They fled from planet to planet, to planet. And after about 600 years of fleeing, Zeruulon learned the way of the light from the Naaru. From that point foreword he devoted his entire being to two things, keeping his race alive, and serving the light. He wouldn't rest as they traveled between worlds, training in every way possible, to become as strong as he could. All the while, dreaming of an end to the chase.

As time would go on, he watched worlds be vanquished, and he started to change. He not only dreamed of an end now, but he wanted revenge. Though whenever he would truly become enraged, or saddened, he would remember his principal teaching, "At first, you hate the core of what you hate, then that hatred spreads to everything connected to, and surrounding it, then that hatred spreads further until you hate everything, and forsake the light. And you have lost everything." He began to meditate, and wash these feelings from his mind. thousands of years went by, world after world being inhabited and destroyed, and they arrived in Draenor. Zeruulon was convinced that this world would end like all the others, blown apart and left in ruin, as he fled with his people. The Draenei then discovered the orcs, a shamanistic people. He respected them, but was a little bit wary of them. He traded with them, and furthered his studies in the light.

Soon though, the Orcs attacked. It was a bloodbath, his allies, his friends falling around him to the sound of the orc war-drums. He fought as hard as he could, and defended to the best of his ability, but soon they were forced to retreat. They fled to Zangamarsh, and there they hid once more. Through a chain of events, the Draenei wrested the Exodar from Tempest keep. Unknown to them though, the Blood Elves had sabotaged the engine, and when they tried to plainshift, it went haywire. Zeruulon was being thrashed about, in the spiral of the large ship. Until they crashed into a mountain on Azuremyst Isle.

Zeruulon lay in a coma for two months, as he had fallen out of the ship, into Ammen Vale. When he woke up, he helped his people to the best he could, but was still injured. He recovered, and over time, began to meet the various races of the Alliance. He learned what he could about the world he was now on, and became rather fond of the humans, observing, and even training some of them in the ways of the Paladin. He respects them, and now spends his days in and around Elwynn. He still trains himself in the ways of the light, and while he is a very powerful warrior, he still has much to learn.