Post by Ashton on Nov 10, 2018 10:51:18 GMT -5
Physical:
Age: 30
Height: 6'5'
Weight: 210
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Facial Structure: Square chin graced with a thick black beard. Slightly lopsided nose from an injury as a kid.
Body Structure: Wide bodied and muscular, tries to keep in shape as much as possible.
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Ashton Valkor was born to Misha and Alvin Valkor four years before the start of the Second War in the city of Boralus, country of Kul'Tiras. He was raised simply to be a sailor: His father was a sailor, his brother was a sailor, his uncle was a sailor, all of his friends were sailors. Beginning at the age of five, he was thrown onto the ships of Boralus Harbor, taught to throw rope, pull up the anchors, lower and raise the sails; a typical sailor life. But Ashton felt there was much more outside of the island and much more that he could do.
Starting at age 17, he had decided that he was going to set forth from Boralus in search of new frontiers. His family obviously did not condone this, but still supported him in his quest for new challenges. Since the borders of Boralus were sealed off from the mainland due to the actions of Daelin Proudmoore some years previous, Ashton had to find other methods of leaving the island, causing him to stowaway on a fishing vessel bound for Stormwind. During the month's long travel, Ashton survived simply on the scraps that he was able to squander away whenever someone was not looking.
Finally striking the harbor of Stormwind, he slowly made his way out, stumbling through the harbor and finally collapsing from a lack of proper food, drink and sleep. When he awoke, he saw the white marble walls and pillars of the Stormwind Cathedral, a nurse watching over him with a smile. She explained that he had been out of commission for over a week, the nurses and priests watching over him and making sure he did not expire. When he finally finished his convalescence, he sought to thank the people that assisted him. Along the way, he met a paladin by the name of Tyberius Lightwall. Tyberius was a mountain of a man, decked head to toe in dark silver plate armor, adorned with the sigil of the Silver Hand. It was then and there that Ashton had made his choice: Ashton wanted to dedicate his life to helping people.
Spending the next four years training under Tyberius and the other Silver Hand, Ashton was able to harness the power of the Light to do his bidding, struggling at times but beating himself into a frenzy so he was able to finish the job. His first true mission came during the taking of the Wrathgate of Angrathar. During the battle, seeing so many of his fellow Silver Hand crumble and fall to the plague caused him to wonder if there was more to battle than simply healing and being a bulwark of righteousness. That was the day Tyberius told him of a sect in the Silver Hand known as the Inquisitors. The secular caste didn't follow the rules of the Light, they simply bent the Light to their advantage. Torture was all Ashton knew for years afterwards, as he was beaten and tortured daily to learn the ways of the Inquisitor.
When finally he was able to rebuff the torture and let all of the teachings sink in, he knew that he had found his place. Now Ashton simply uses his abilities to heal and protect in other ways...
Age: 30
Height: 6'5'
Weight: 210
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Facial Structure: Square chin graced with a thick black beard. Slightly lopsided nose from an injury as a kid.
Body Structure: Wide bodied and muscular, tries to keep in shape as much as possible.
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Ashton Valkor was born to Misha and Alvin Valkor four years before the start of the Second War in the city of Boralus, country of Kul'Tiras. He was raised simply to be a sailor: His father was a sailor, his brother was a sailor, his uncle was a sailor, all of his friends were sailors. Beginning at the age of five, he was thrown onto the ships of Boralus Harbor, taught to throw rope, pull up the anchors, lower and raise the sails; a typical sailor life. But Ashton felt there was much more outside of the island and much more that he could do.
Starting at age 17, he had decided that he was going to set forth from Boralus in search of new frontiers. His family obviously did not condone this, but still supported him in his quest for new challenges. Since the borders of Boralus were sealed off from the mainland due to the actions of Daelin Proudmoore some years previous, Ashton had to find other methods of leaving the island, causing him to stowaway on a fishing vessel bound for Stormwind. During the month's long travel, Ashton survived simply on the scraps that he was able to squander away whenever someone was not looking.
Finally striking the harbor of Stormwind, he slowly made his way out, stumbling through the harbor and finally collapsing from a lack of proper food, drink and sleep. When he awoke, he saw the white marble walls and pillars of the Stormwind Cathedral, a nurse watching over him with a smile. She explained that he had been out of commission for over a week, the nurses and priests watching over him and making sure he did not expire. When he finally finished his convalescence, he sought to thank the people that assisted him. Along the way, he met a paladin by the name of Tyberius Lightwall. Tyberius was a mountain of a man, decked head to toe in dark silver plate armor, adorned with the sigil of the Silver Hand. It was then and there that Ashton had made his choice: Ashton wanted to dedicate his life to helping people.
Spending the next four years training under Tyberius and the other Silver Hand, Ashton was able to harness the power of the Light to do his bidding, struggling at times but beating himself into a frenzy so he was able to finish the job. His first true mission came during the taking of the Wrathgate of Angrathar. During the battle, seeing so many of his fellow Silver Hand crumble and fall to the plague caused him to wonder if there was more to battle than simply healing and being a bulwark of righteousness. That was the day Tyberius told him of a sect in the Silver Hand known as the Inquisitors. The secular caste didn't follow the rules of the Light, they simply bent the Light to their advantage. Torture was all Ashton knew for years afterwards, as he was beaten and tortured daily to learn the ways of the Inquisitor.
When finally he was able to rebuff the torture and let all of the teachings sink in, he knew that he had found his place. Now Ashton simply uses his abilities to heal and protect in other ways...
Founded April 26, 2005