|Talent Spec||Retribution (5/10/46)|
|Guild||Brothers of the Fallen|
That is what you see before you, not a mockery of the perfect Paladin, but one who is just a bit past his time and mind.
His armor clean but chipped, a worn tabard of the Silver Hand, his disheveled hair.
And the eyes.
The eyes that burn bright blue, burn with zeal and anger-the two life-filled sockets in an otherwise stony, scowling face.
That face of a crusader, of a Paladin.
Of a madman.
Sanctimonious, reserved, zealous. A noble and selfless sort of person, but near-fanatical in his belief in the light. He's entirely willing to do morally questionable things for the greater good, and has acted as an Inquisitor occasionally.
His stance on the Forsaken is that of reserved caution-they're undead, but we've got the same goals, so we should work together. The same applies to the Blood Elves and their addiction, though he's quite alright with the rest of the Horde, excepting the more savage Trolls.
Now this is the story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there I’ll tell you how I became the hermit of a town called Plaguewood
In east Lordaeron born and raised On the House of Nobles where I spent most of my days Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And all throwing pitiful peasants into a pool When a couple of Scourge said "we’re up in no good" Started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one mad escape and I got scared And said "I'm moving into a shack in the woods"
I ran and hid from them the other day But they never found me and I made my way Nobody gave me a kissin’ and I eat from a thicket I put my armor on and said I might as well kick it
No class, yo this is bad, Drinking boiled water out of a wooden cup Is this what the people of the Plaguelands livin’ like, Hmm this might be Hell!
I whistled for a Paladin and when it came near the tabard said "Argent Dawn" and shone like a mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Light's Hope!
I pulled up to a chapel about seven or eight And I yelled to the Paladin "Teech me 2 ues lite" Looked at my shack I was finally there To settle my throne as the Madman of Lordaeron
Goals and motivationsEdit
He has but one goal-to cleanse the world of the Scourge. He will work himself to near-death in order to accomplish this, and has already chosen to live deep in the Plaguelands just to have a more direct hand in it.
He makes daily trips to the Ruins of Lordaeron to pray. Whether the Horde likes this or not...well, that changes from person to person.
He smokes Sungrass cigars often.
The only time he removes his armor is for bathing and sometimes sleeping.
Public knowledge and rumorsEdit
He is known for his pilgrimages to Lordaeron, and rumored to be mad as he sometimes speaks of seeing Menethil's ghost.