Last update: 17-12-2007
Name: Arod Gryphon.
Rank: Recruit.
Gender: Male.
Age: 25.
Pre-Militia: Baker.
Family: None.
Description:
Your gaze falls upon the strongly build man of roughly 25 summers, exuding physical prowess and strong-willed confidence. This fair-skinned man stands just less than 6 feet, his massive muscular body chiselled like granite. His coal-black hair hangs freely on his scalp, swinging where the wind takes it.
The angular features of his face reflect his inner confidence and fiery expression. His face is framed with a wiry goat beard cropped close to his skin. His eyes, the most attention grabbing of all, are of the colour of a mystical emerald. His powerful jaw, set solid on his face, is well-shaped.
Personality:
Arod is hot-tempered and rarely socializes, except with close friends. He is a very industrious worker and equally disciplined and devoted to the teachings of Akron’s martial priesthood. Brooding at times and passionate often during battles, he has a personality of extremes, his mood only tempered by the discipline he tries to uphold outwardly as well as inwardly.
History:
And lo' a cry shall arise from heart of mankind demanding justice for the transgressions of evil.
~ Prophet of Stormwind.
This night has been growing unseasonably chilly. The rising breeze carries the scent of the damp forests of Elwynn. The wind in the leaves fills the forest with a dull murmur, like a thousand hushed voices whispering in the darkness. Scudding clouds overhead allow only feeble moonlight to peep through, while the faint glow serves only to enhance the menace in your mind. “We’re under attack!”, shouts a guard near Goldshire. This has been the 3rd time Arod heard this warning before, but it seemed so far away. This time, however he awakens. “Warn the Militia!”, shouts a guard from within the courtyard, as the sound of metal against metal resonates through the air. Realizing the threat is nearby, Arod jump out of bed, awaking his beloved Isolde. “This couldn’t be a drill”, Arod thought - This seemed so real.
Arod found his old and rusty mail nearby and slipped into it with ease, since it hasn’t really been made to his size yet. He straps his belt and sheath around his waist as the screams of battle continue to ring through the air. ‘Isolde!’, he bellows back to his wife “Get Ainan and head to the city!” A ringing sound can be heard as he takes the sword out of his sheath, the sword which has been given to him by his father. Quickly he runs out of his new found cottage, and opens the oaken door, only to reveal that the orcs already breached the outer defence of Goldshire and are fighting with superior strength.
Sounds of metal blended with screams of pain as minutes pass, until his beloved wife and son were ready to depart. “Isolde, listen to me.. Listen!”, she was shaking with fear, but understood the necessity of control in order to survive. “Do you see the group there?”, Arod said, while points to a small group of women and children with 2 Goldshire guards. “Go there and stay with them. They will head to the safety of Stormwind. Now go!”, he said as a quick farewell to his wife and son.
It was only minutes later since the first shouts, and already Goldshire was burning. Cursing himself for not training with his sword he ran towards the town in a desperate attempt to safe those dear to him by creating time… if only he knew how poor his judgement was. After a sudden burst of sharp pain, darkness overtook him..
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“He’ll mend fine.. all he needs is time”, he heard as if the source was yards away. “Ah, I think he heard us..”, the same man said with a kind, warm voice. Arod slowly opened his eyes, trying not to blind himself by the lazy candle light nearby. He found himself lying in a strange bed with 2 priests at the side of the bed, eager to ask some questions. “Welcome back, friend.. aren’t you a lucky one. Tell me, what is your name, young man? Perhaps we can locate some of your family”. A thousand thoughts ran through Arod’s head with only one name clear “Isolde..”, he said softly. Both priests raised their eyebrows in surprise. “.. Find Isolde Gryphon”, Arod managed to say afterwards. Speaking words was painful, but not nearly as painful as the thoughts that troubled Arod as of now. Both men left the room, leaving Arod to recover.
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Days later Arod was broken to hear of his losses. The group never really made it to the safety of the Stormwind walls. Unable to function in society so soon the priests of Light took him in, enlightening him on the hope and strength found in the Light. During these long days the priests noticed a divine source within Arod – explaining to him his heritage as a paladin and his duty as such – giving him meaning for a life.
Right now, Arod is determined to serve and protect his beloved city. Preventing those who might be unfortunate enough like himself to the suffer the same fate which has been inflicted upon him.
Tue Nov 20 2007, 19:34