<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Sessha</span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/Dd6d1e426afec367fa90bcde15e97814522.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lunamariea Celestina<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Retribution Paladin<br/><strong>Weapon:</strong>Two-handed Mace<br/><br/><strong>Short biography:</strong>Lunamariea was one of set of twins born to her mother and father Adelhyd and Samuel. When it came time to name them her parents just happen to look outside. His father noticed the births had lasted in to the Twilight of the day. He saw the moon rising in the sky while the sun was still equal parts from each other. He showed this to his wife and the parents decided that such a momentous occasion warranted it. They named each of the two after one of the heavenly bodies in the sky. Lunamariea for the moon and Solmarius for the sun. Both children spent their youths growing up on their parents farm in Stormwind's Westfall region. That was until the day the orcs came.<br/><br/>The first war came upon them like a storm, like it did for many of Stormwind's citizens. They only just barely got out in time, thanks to a retreating column of Stormwind soldiers from battle. They were battered and bloody. It was then they decided to quickly pack up and leave. It was a good thing as they had only just left when the first orcish outriders appeared over the horizon and began laying waste to the only home they had known for ten years. The sight would forever haunt the two children. They fled like many others to Stormwind City hoping it would be a safe bastion for them. For a time it seemed that the orcs would break upon Stormwind's mighty walls. Then came the crushing blow of the death of King Laine. Whatever spirit had been in the men was crushed. Knowing what they had seen their father chose to stay behind. He offered one last smile to both of them as he set them on one of the ships leaving the city. He turned to head back to head into the city. “I love you both and your mother very much. I have to leave you all now. After all what kind of father am I if I can't protect my children from the monsters in the night. May the Light guide you and keep you safe.” were his last words to them before he turned to join the last defense of the city. Neither children would leave the side of the boat watching the city disappear over the horizon.<br/><br/>They arrived in South Shore several days later and what little money they had built themselves a life out of what had happened to them. Neither child forgot what their father had said to them. Soon enough the war came again. This time led by their neighbors to the North. The Kingdom of Lorderon. A grand Alliance was formed of the many factions of the kingdoms with Stormwind's very own Anduin Lothar leading the charge. Behind him came something new, something time had made necessary. A group of knights who's faith in the Holy Light gave them strength. They were such a sight they left an indelible mark upon the young Lunamariea. While she had bee captivated by the newly christened Knights of the Silver Hand. Her brother was entranced by the sight of how much of a warrior Anduin Lothar made sitting astride his horse. His greatsword gleaming in the light of the sun. The war would drag on but would end with neither child seeing any kind of action in the least.<br/><br/>With the war ended after a few years of relative peace they decided that they would stay in South Shore. It was their new home. Rumors had also reached them of unrest in the newly re-christened Kingdom of Stormwind. So they stayed. Lunamariea finding her days filled with study in the Holy Light. Solmarius filled his days with swordplay. Soon enough they each grew old enough to travel, and travel they did. Lunamariea having accepted an apprenticeship in the Holy Order of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Solmarius accepted a post in the local militia.<br/><br/>Lunamariea was sent along with a delegation to Stormwind as part of the ceremony to help christen the newly reconstructed Cathedral of Light. As she stepped off the dock itself she felt a wave of melancholy overtake her. It had been here nearly ten years ago she had said goodbye to her father. Ten years since she watched him disappear into the fiery inferno to fight off the monsters. For Lunamariea her path was set. Or so she thought. Being back here brought back all the memories she had set aside all those years ago. She excused herself from the delegation and went wandering.<br/><br/>Letting her legs simply guide her. As she walked she let the memories coming to her. Their brief stay, the feel of the cobblestones beneath her feet as they ran for the docks. Soon enough without thinking she found herself in the Cathedral District. As she walked the streets of district something caught her eye. As she turned to see her eyes were at first blinded by the light itself. After a few moments her eyes seemed to adjust allowing her to see what had gleamed so brightly in the evening sun. It was so magnificent that it pretty much awed the young woman by it's sheer size and grandeur. The walls, nay the whole building itself just seemed to radiate the Holy Light.<br/><br/>Feeling herself being called she wandered into the Cathedral. For whatever reason the door had remained unlocked. As she wandered down the marble and stone floors she felt a sheer sense of humility. Then she saw the alter. As she walked up to it she briefly looked around, but found no one. So without thinking she knelt on the steps. She found herself praying. It was then with her eyes closed and her voice quiet that felt herself suddenly alone, but yet not alone at the same time. As she looked up through the stain glass window of the above her she felt it for the first time. The sensation of the light filling her. As she knelt their in the silence of the Light she felt and yet somehow as if called from memory her father's words filled her once more. She felt his love for her and her brother as they played in their own home. The sadness and yet pride of knowing he had done his job as a father. As she knelt their she could by some own feeling know her father had been proud of.<em>“My child the Light has guided you and kept. Know this, I am very proud of you.”</em>his voice seemed to say to her. A soft sniffle made it's way past her lips. “Thank you Papa.” she said. As she looked up once more she could swear she felt his face nod to her. After her inflection she wiped her eyes she heard a voice call out to her. Seems it was one of the priests. She quickly made her apologies and the priest while being stern seemed to understand. He could also see how puffy her eyes looked from how much crying she had done. He offered her a blessing before shooing her on her way. She smiled and thanked him before leaving. She returned to the barracks that night took her meal and went to bed. It was one of the most peaceful night's sleep she had in many, many years. She would attend the ceremony the next day.<br/><br/>As part of the ceremony all the initiates were given their knighthood. As she accepted the cloak and mantle of the a Knight and paladin she felt herself filled with a renewed purpose. Little did she know this was just the first step on her journey in the Light.<br/><br/>While tending and helping with affairs in Stormwind word came of a call for volunteers. It seemed Prince Arthas was martialing an army to chase after fiendish horde into the wastes of Northrend. While being this far south she had could not get to the Menethil Harbor in time to be of use to the paladin prince. However she got one last letter from her brother stating his unit had been called up and he was on his way to meet up the prince. He was happy that he could finally get his chance to get some glory for himself. He wished her well in Stormwind and told her they would have to meet and raise a mug during the next Feast of Wintervale. It would be the last letter she would ever receive from him.<br/><br/>Two months later word came down for all the paladins to return to defend Lorderon from some menace. A scourge of undead were laying waste of the city. King Teranes had been slain in his throne room by his very own son. Panic filled the streets of Capitol City and in general panic had spread. She along with the other knights gathered way strength they made for Lorderon. By the time they reached it only death and decay had been left in their wake. She threw herself into the fight along with the other knights. As they surveyed one village that had been laid waste she happened upon scene that brought back her memories. It was a charred little girl's doll. It was clutched in burnt and blackened hand. As she saw the sight she felt something well up in her. Tears filled her as she took the little doll and began to cry. As she sat there she heard her father's words once more.<em> “What kind of father would I be if I can't protect my children from the monsters.”</em>As she held the doll with her she lifted herself up and made a vow that day she would fight the monsters, fight them for all the ones who couldn't fight anymore. She would be the weapon wielded against the darkness. The righteous vengeance in the dark.<br/><br/>Soon enough she fell in with Jaina Proudmore and band as they crossed the ocean to some place known as Kalimdor. Here she found the monsters responsible for what happened to her second home. She fought the legion with all her might. Eventually the legion was defeated once more. She settled into the task of rebuilding. Then came the Burning Crusade. Once more she stepped up to answer the call. Then came th day of reckoning for Arthas. It was during the crusade against Arthas that she found out what had happened to her brother. He'd become a death knight. Yet through circumstance he had been set free. Once more brother and sister fought side by side against the Litch King. However once the Litch King had been shattered she wanted to share that mug of ale like he had said in his letter. He turned her down, telling her that was her world now. It would no longer give him comfort. It broke her heart but she had understood. She would return to her mother, who remained in South Shore that her brother had did valiantly fighting the Scourge. She would mourn his loss once more but she would move on. Then came the greatest shock of all their mother had died in the plagues that had been levied against South Shore by the new Warchief of the Horde. Garrosh Hellscream. When she was finally able to make it to the old city of her childhood what she saw only fueled her righteous fire once more. She grasped her hammer and made to leave. She would be the Light's Vengeance. Wherever evil would lay it's hand against the innocent, causing death without remorse she would be there fighting. She would be the shining beacon, a reminder to all those who dwelt in the shadows would know if they came out to do harm. She would be the one the bring the hammer down in righteous vengeance for their victims. So from the Litch King to Deathwing and then to Pandaria, Dranoer and later the Legion. One thing was made clear Lunamariea's path lay in the Light. A holy crusader against the darkness. Always out front taking the fight to the enemy. Her hammer a brilliant shinning light.<br/><br/><strong>Reason for signing up: </strong>With the armies of the Alliance and the Horde off defending Azeroth from the Legion. Who is going to defend those left behind?<br/><br/><strong>Last expansion played by player:</strong>I started about 2/3 of the way through BC and onward(for good and ill) through the latest expansion.<br/><br/><strong>Additional information: </strong>Still hopes to one day save her missing brother Solmarius, who had become a Death Knight.