Name: Sir Tilson Stonehelm of Strahnbrad
Age: 36
Race: Human
Physical Description:
A stout man, standing roughy 5'9", but heavily built, with large, muscular arms, legs, and shoulders. When clad in armour, he gives off the appearance of being almost as wide as he is tall. He keeps his rusty beard well trimmed, and is often seen clad in a simple brown tunic, with the sleeves removed ("bait for tavern maidens", he claims). When in battle, he is clad head-to-toe in traditional Lordaeron plate-armour. His personal set of armour stands out, however, due to the numerous chips, scratches, and discolourations in it.
Personality:
A grumbling, weathered individual, who carries himself as though he were a much older man. He drinks heavily at every opportunity, and is slow to accept a task of any description. He also walks with a mild limp, although not enough of one to seriously impede him. Nonetheless, his skill on the battlefield is notable, and during battle he handles himself like a proper knight of the realm. When responsibility is cast upon him, he upholds himself to a high standard of professionalism. When his duties are fulfilled, he descends into a slump of depression. Simply put, Tilson is a man who's lost the will to live, and only finds fulfillment when the goal is immediately before him.
Background:
Tilson was once one of the youngest, and most promising knights of the order, a personal favourite of King Terenas himself. Having proven himself as an exceptional soldier for the kingdom, the king granted him the opportunity to choose his own station. To look after his family, Sir Stonehelm asked to be put in charge of the town-guard of Strahnbrad, his home town. Merely two years into this position, the town was invaded by the Blackrock Clan of orcs, who overwhelmed Stonehelm's forces through numbers alone. As the village burned, Stonehelm sent out two of his men out, to request aid from the crown. In response, the Silver Hand was sent. By the time they arrived, the town was in ruins, and villagers, including Stonehelm's own family, were being sacrificed in demonic rituals. Still, they set about purging the city of the monstrous orcs that had laid waste to it. When the battle was over, Stonehelm was found gravely wounded, slumped against what remained of his own house. The Knights of the Silver Hand were able to heal his injuries, and Tilson pledged himself to their service. There was nothing left for him in Strahnbrad anyway.
A slight silver lining, Tilson found that he was able to bury his sadness with wonder, as he now served under the legendary Uther the Lightbringer, and even the crown prince himself. Sadly, even this was too good to be true. After a bloody, draining campaign against a new incursion of undead monstrosities, Tilson's will to live finally broke in the town of Andorhal, where he saw innocent people be twisted into horrific undead creatures, just as they stood. Sinking further and further into sadness, Stonehelm marched with the order to the city of Stratholme. When the crown prince gave the order to massacre the entire city, and even Lord Uther turned away, a great many soldiers defected. Among them, was young Tilson, who slowly wandered his way southwestward, spending a night at every tavern along the way. As he wandered, be pawned off his horse, his shield, and his tabard. Eventually, when he had walked far enough, that the stench of death left his nostrils, and the horrors of war began to fade from his mind, he found himself in the small, untouched village of Brittlepond. For the first time, in quite a long time, he was at peace again. Using what money he had remaining, he purchased a room at the Brittlepond tavern, and filled the missing role of being the town-drunk.
Then came the news, that the crown prince had returned only to kill his own father, and the capital city had fallen into chaos. As the madness in the young prince's eyes flashed through Tilson's memory, he simply slumped over, and drunkenly mumbled "Ie knew itt", into his mug of beer.