Jeremiah "Jere"

[Jere]

Current Name: Jeremiah "Jere" ((Doesn't use a last name, see history for details))

Class: Paladin. Skilled engineer. Often jokingly calls himself a "Tech-adin"

Age: 23

Race: Human

gender; Male

Affiliation: Alliance, but also works with the horde when the time calls for it.

Style: Serious RP

Description; Jere, when not out adventuring, Is often found in a well kept attire. Red shirt with a gold trimming, black pants, faded brown shoes. When out adventuring, he wares a set of heavy plate armor, his sword and shield always at his back, in case of danger. Very rarely, some may see Jere with a pair of bandoleers string across his chest, holding any various amounts of engineering toys.


History (VERY LONG!!!!!);

Jere was born to a well to do family living in westfall. He spent most his days out working the fields, and feeding the animals. About when he turned 15, he started to find that he had a knack for building things, making small machines. Jere would spend most his leisure time messing with his inventions, those his parents despised his new found talent, thinking that it was a distraction from his work. The next two years were different. all he knew were the kids from the school he went to for his childhood years, learning that most of them were moving out to a place known as "Stormwind City".

Curious, Jere asked his Dad later that night where Stormwind city was. His Dad blew him off, saying that ,"They were not taking any part in the Alliance's ordeals". Despite his question not being answered, Jere grew more curious about this, "Stormwind city". He brushed his curiosity off for the moment, looking towards his next idea for something to build. A few weeks later, the eighteen year old Jere assembled his first construct, a simple Robot that could do little, only really walk around and beep at different things.

Despite the bot's simplicity, and constant breaking down, Jere was happy with it, enough so to show it to his parents. When he set the bot down on the dinner table, it was only a matter of moments before it was grabbed, and smashed into a million pieces by his Dad. The furious Jere rushed from the house, to the night sky outside his hose. He cursed his family, wishing them to just shrivel up and turn to dust. He slipped back inside, back up to his room where he cried until he had nothing left to cry about, to the point where he finally fell asleep.

Sadly, the human boy's wish would come to be, in the form of an scourge abomination only known as "Stitches". Jere awoke latter that night, not from something he heard, but from something he smelled. he felt that he had just taken a big whiff of a long dead cow that was left to rot in the sun for a few days. It was then that he heard the roaring, and the voices screaming. Jere rushed, more or less fell, out of his bed, running outside. Never seeing one on the undead before, yet alone an abomination, Jere was horrified of what he saw. He tried to scream, yet no sound came out, except for a slight squeak at the end.

The abomination looked up from what it was doing, Jere nearly toppled over backwards from the sight of the large chasm that was the abominations chest, the flies filling it almost to the brim. The Aboination roared, Jere turning tail and running the other way, as fast as his legs could carry him. He huffed and puffed, stumbling a bit, but continued to run, the still hungry Abomination gaining on him. Jere ran down the road, his chest feeling as if it was about to burst. He tripped on a rut in the road, falling forward and rolling a bit, severely injuring his ankle. Jere looked back at the monstrosity, he curled himself into a ball as he waited for the inevitable to come.

Something caught his eye, a slight flash of light. He looked up, just in time to watch something flash across the air, striking the abomination in the chest, almost knocking it over. Jere looked behind him, then ducked, again in time as a figure mounted on a horse jumped over him, landing between him at the abomination. He watched as the figure dismounted, pulling a large two handed mace from its back, rushing at the monstrosity as a strange golden glow enveloped the mace. Jere heard the mace collide with flesh and sinew, the Abomination roaring out in pain. Jere staggered to his feet, putting most of his weight on his good leg.

Jere watched as both of the figures duke it out. The lumbering undead monstrosity, and the strange armor clad figure. The abomination roared out, pulling an attack using all three of it's disproportionate arms to attack the other. The figure cried out, falling backwards, her helm falling off. Jere realized the voice was feminine, giving him a slight, "Woah....." feeling. He snapped back into his senses when he watched the abomination lumber towards the unconscious female. Jere looked around, trying to think of something he could do, so he did the first thing he could think off. He picked up a rather large rock, and chucked it with all his might at the Abomonation.

The rock collided with the thing's head, causing the Abomination to bite down on its tongue. The thing roared in pain, before glareing at Jere with hits good eye, starting to lumber towards him, gaining velocity. Jere looked left and right, not able to move anywhere be cause of his bad leg. He waited for the inevitable, before he heard the same voice yell, "Duck!".

Jere ducked down, watching a flash of light, and then something striking the abomination in the head, completely taking its' head off. The corse of the gollom came crashing down, skidding to a stop before Jere. Jere gagged slightly, covering his nose and mouth as he coughed. "Jeeze, the live ones smell worse then the dead ones", he thought to himself, moving away slightly so he could breath easier. Jere felt his foot clank against something. He looked down, picking up the woman's helmet she was wearing. He bit his lip a bit, nodding as he turned to return it to her.

"I...ermm...miss, i think you...", Jere started, before stopping. He wasent sure what it was, the glowing blue eyes or the long ears that made him realize he was talking to a human. The high elf looked at the human, Jere getting the feeling that something was off. The high elf smiled softly, taking her helm back from Jere. "Thank you human....may i ask your name?", the elf asked, looking at the young Jere curiously. Jere bit his lip slightly, before stammering out, "J....Jere........Jerem". The elf laughed slightly, patting the side of her charger. "Well Jere, shouldent you know better then to play tag with an abomination of the scourge??", the elf joked, giggling a bit. "A....what.......of the sc....what?", Jere stammered out again, very confused.

The high elf raised an eyebrow at the human again, as if studying him, "Oh come now, surely you must know of the alliance's advancements against the plaguelands?". Jere shook his head "no", his mind boggling with all this information. The elf sighed slightly, starting to mount her charger. Jere looked up, he asked one thing he felt he had to ask, since he had nowhere else to go. "I...excuse me.....ma'am.....do you know how one might get to ....ermm.......what was the name.......Stormwind?". The high elf nodded at Jere, pointing over the horizon, down the path. "When you reach the Elwynn Westfall boarder, just keep walking untill you reach the town of goldshire, then just turn north, you'll be at the city gates by then."

Jere nodded his thanks, watching as the high elf's charger reared up, then took off down the path. Jere slid his hands into his pockets, limping slightly as he walked down the path, nearing the Westfall Elwynn border.

((ill have more of the backstory written more then likely tomorrow, im too tired to finish it right now))

[Valakin]

Wow...just wow...I like it and can't wait to see more

[Mistress Elizabeth]

Welcome to the sea of paladin!

[Jere]

((Wow, thanks all. im just happy that you guys are a bit more laid back then the Wow RP forums.....some of them hate me there. I guess what im trying to get at is i wanna make a new first impression, cus......yeah i kinda sucked on the other forums...))

Jere continued to walk, yawning slightly. he finally noticed a wood bridge, then a lot of trees a LOT of trees. He raised an eyebrow slightly, the pain had died down enough that he could walk normally now. He quickly jogged up to the bridge, looking over his shoulder at the dusty planes of Westfall, shaking his head slightly as he crossed the bridge. The first thing that caught his eye was the large building that was atop a hill. Jere looked at the armory, wondering what exactly went on in there, before turning his head back towards the road. his hands in his pocket as he walked down it. He glanced all around at the many trees, also taking note of some of the wildlife. But when he noticed a rather large.....really large, spider skittering about, he picked up the pace a bit, halfway jogging down the road.

After a few moments, he finally saw the sign's of Goldshire.....except they weren't exactly the signs he was hoping for. He noticed, vaguely through the trees. A town...except it looked.....he didn't know how to put it. There was one thing that frightened Jere most in life, perhaps even more then the Abomination, and that thing was women.
((Yes, i RP goldshire, as some people put it, pornshire))

Jere looked at the city again, then looked to his side, noticing a straightaway to the road leading to stormwind city. He looked at both options, bitting his lip, he finally shook his head, turning towards where he saw the road at the other side of the wilderness, quickly walking through the wilderness, hopefully not enough to catch any atention. Sadly, a nearby, starving, wolf saw the young human as a potential meal, and took chase. Jere took notice, turning around, he was not about to let some sorry canine have him for lunch. Jere stood his ground as the wolf jumped into the air, lunging for him. Jere jumped, bringing his knee up, high enough to collide with the wolf, chin. The wolf doubled over, landing right behind Jere, but it had scratched Jere across his right shoulder, the cuts deep, the white shirt he was wearing starting to stain red with his blood. The wolf ran off, yelping slightly from the blow to the chin, Jere held his shoulder, horrified. He only had the option to move forward, and continue on his way to Stormwind.

After a few minutes of walking, he saw down the road, the gates to the city. His eyes lit up in amazement, never once seeing a sight like the one he was looking at. He completely forgot about the gashes on his arm, and made a beeline for the gates, stumbling a bit, but he didn't stop. He stood at the gates, looking around, amazed, looking at the many statues that lined the valley of heroes, silently reading each of the inscriptions, though he didn't understand half the things they said. He silently thought to himself as he walked into the trade district, his eyes lighting up at the many buildings and architecture about it.

He stood there, his jaw dropped slightly, starring at the sight. He cringed slightly, looking down at the wound in his shoulder, muttering to himself as he did his best to hide the wound. He looked around, finally noticing a shop, that from the sign, was apparently selling cloth. He slipped in, looking at the many rolls of cloth about it. "Hey kid, you going to buy something or just stare?", the shop tender said, Jere said nothing. He realized he had no money, but he looked a bolt of wool cloth, in within reach. he really didn't want to do it, but he had no choice. He quickly grabbed the bolt of silk, and make a break for it out of the shop.

Jere heard the shopkeeper yelling at him, he also heard footsteps coming after him. He turned the corner, and making another turn, running across a bridge , finding himself in a different district, the shopkeeper's yelling remaining in his head. Jere ran by the stockades, the guards that were posted there watched as the young human ran by, a few moments later, the shopkeeper chasing after him. the guards shrugged as they went back to guarding the stockades. Jere made another turn, onto another bridge, skidding slightly as he almost bumped into a group of night elves. Jere cursed silently to himself, only seeing a number of large humanoids with purple skin and ridiculously long ears. he shrugged it off for now, having other things to deal with right now.

He huffed slightly, running along the street, turning again onto yet another bridge, this time turning into the district, his chest feeling as if it was about to burst. He looked up at the large cathedral, staring in amazement for a few seconds, before thinking that may be the best place to hide for the moment. He ran up the steps, two at a time, slipping into the church silently. He was drawn to the amount of people that were within the cathedral. he silently slipped in the back, taking a seat far from the group, he started to patch himself up the best he could, the bleeding slowly coming to a halt. As Jere let his heart stop beating out of his chest, he listened to the human that was preaching up at the podium. The more Jere listened, the more be became intrigued by the "holy light". he sat and listened, his eyes trailing across the many people about, raising his eyebrows slightly. he noticed men and women, that looked to be a lot younger then him, due to size, but then he noticed the men were sporting ridiculously large beards.

He also took notice of another group, ones that were much much taller then him. he didn't know what he noticed first, the blue skin, the tails, the hoofs, or the horns.......but he was freaked out a bit. After a few moments, he finally heard the priest say another thing, "Is there anyone who would like to confess this morning?" Jere looked around, not knowing what "Confessing" was, he just silently sat in his spot in the back. The priest looked around the crowd of people, eventually eying a young human in the back. "You there, in the back there son." Jere perked up quickly, immediately taking notice that everyone was looking at him. He looked at the priest curiously, before pointing at himself, as if asking, "You mean me?". "Yes you, come on up here son", the priest said, Jere biting his lip a bit, before getting to his feet, his hands in his pockets as he walked up to the front.

"What's your name son", the priest asked, eying the bloodstained human curiously. "J...Jere....Jerem", Jere started, but couldn't get the rest out. "Well Jere, is there anything that you wish to confess?", the priest asked, looking towards the crowds. Jere thought for a moment, thinking he may as well come out with it. he turned towards the masses, taking a deep breath in. "After my dad smashed the construct that put a lot of effort into, I wish my whole family would turn to dust. I....ermmm.......later that night...an...a...abb...ermm....what was it.....oh yeah....an abomination....i think it was called.....attacked my home in Westfall. I......i ran, and the thing chased me. I.....i was saved...b...by" ,he said, trailing off at the end, the masses all muttering among themselves. The priest raised an eyebrow at Jere, leaning down a bit to talk with him. "Jere, i want you to wait in the room to the left, alright?". Jere bit his lip again then nodded, "Aye". He walked off to the side, opening the door to the side, and walking in, taking a seat in one of the chairs as he waited for whatever.

((again, ill post more later, i can only write so much at one time))

[Jere]

((alright, this is gonna be the last post before i send my submission in for possibly getting the yes to become an RPer
also, just throwing this out Elizabeth, not to say something i dont mean, but Jere'll probably get along with your character fairly well , for reasons you will soon probably read :P))

Jere continued to pace from one end of the room to the other, his mind racing about what was going on. He muttered something silently to himself, thinking about a few different topics all during the time he was off in a different room from the congregation. After a about ten, twenty minutes of waiting, Jere heard the door open, seeing the priest from earlier, and the high elf that slew the abomination. Now knowing what to do, Jere looked around quickly, before standing up straight, saluting the best he could.

"At ease Jere, im not the one you should be sauteing", the priest said, patting the high elf on the back. she nodded slowly, walking forward a bit. The priest walked around her, over to Jere, looking down slightly at him. "Jere, if i may, do you know what a Paladin is?", the man asked, watching Jere curiously. "I....i honestly cant say i know.", Jere said, looking at the ground slightly, "i......i honestly know none of this, none of the city, none of anything outside of Westfall.....my dad wouldn't even tell me of this...alliance". The priest raised an eyebrow slightly at him, before turning back towards the high elf, "Raywin, im sure you can give this boy a crash coarse in Alliance History, am i correct?". The high elf nodded at the priest, "Yes father Jacobs".

Over the next hour or so, Jere was taught most everything about the alliance. The first, second, and third wars. The battle for Hyjal, the scourge invasion. The rise of the Lich king and Arthas' path towards becoming it. Jere also learned off the races of the alliance, humans, dwarves, gnomes, night elves, and the draenei. Raywin also explained that she was a High elf, a previous member of the alliance before they became blood elves and defected to the horde, which were made up of the orcs, tauren, trolls, forsaken, and blood elves. The more Jere learned about the history of his race and faction, the more interested he became, wanting to know more of his race's struggle against the undead and demonic.

After the lesson, Jere had one last question, "I...ermm Raywin...what Father Jacobs asked me in the beguining, what a Paladin was, what exactly "is" a Paladin?". Raywin smiled softly at Jere, as if she was waiting for him to ask that question. "A paladin is a "warrior of the Holy Light". They uphold all that is good and true in the world and revile all that is evil and sinister. There was one main group of Paladins during the second war, which was the Knights of the silver hand. Even after Arthas disbanded them for nor purging Stratholme, they continued to work tirelessly to defend the innocent, and deliver swift justice upon the enemy. a number of them joined the Scarlet Crusade,a fanatical group that's gone mad, some joined the Argent Dawn. But most fled down here to this very city , and founded this cathederal you see here now".

Jere nodded slowly, listening to every word she said. After a few moments of thinking, he finally spoke up and said, "umm.....Raywin, what dose it take for one to become a Paladin?" The high elf looked at him curiously, before asking, "If you wish to become one Jere, it will be no easy task. It requires strength, honor, and wisdom". Jere listened, again nodding slowly, but he said again, "I have no where else to go, my Dad left a small collection of gold back at home...Ray, i wish to fight, i wish to fight for the alliance, against the horde and against the undead!". Raywin looked back at Jere again, and smiled softly, "Well then, Jere, we shall begin tomorrow, lets just get you fixed up first."



Over the next four years, Jere grew from a scrawny outsider, to an honorable human. with him, grew his powers of the light, becoming more and more able to use it, learning new spells and new ways to call on the light, Raywin there to guide him on his way. As the dark portal opened up, and later, when the alliance began an assault on Northrend, Jere continued to grow in the light, remaining at Raywin's side, Always letting her guide him in the ways of the light.

Sadly, this was not meant to last. On his last day of training, which involved slaying Arthas' rider of frost in icecrown, Raywin was slain by the rider herself, which Jere slew only moments later, not out of protecting the innocent, but out of vengeance. Jere fell into a deep state of depression for the many weeks that followed her death, not because he lost a teacher or a friend, because he lost someone that he felt inclined toward, someone he started to love. When Ulduar was discovered, he barely left his new home in Stormwind City, his two cats being his only company.

It would only be the Argent tournament that would break his depression. He joined in the festivities, and the tournament, becoming highly skillful in the art of jousting. While his thoughts of Raywin had now become a distant memory, they still lingered inside his skull, he would continue on with his quest, to see Arthas atone for his crimes against the world.

((ill get this posted on the request page later, for now i got a few things to do :P))