Alaistir Highstar

"From the lowest of places to the highest of stars; anyone may achieve greatness."

Summary
Alaistir Highstar is a Quel'dorei Paladin-Knight whom is currently under nobody's service at this time. Born to a cobbler and his wife, Alaistir was of lowborn status in Quel'dorei society but had ambitions to become great. He enlisted within the Silvermoon Military but was promptly discharged following a near-fatal incident with the Amani trolls. From then on he journeyed to Stormwind, where he studied to become a cleric of Northshire. Upon attaining priesthood he returned to Quel'thalas to preach the word of the Holy Light, but decided after a few decades to settle down and start a family. However, when the news came of the Orcish Horde appearing and warring with Stormwind, he would journey down to aid the Clerics in the fight. After being forced to flee to Lordaeron he joined the Grand Alliance armies in fighting back the Horde, and shortly after would seek to become a Knight of the Silver Hand. From there he would join in the Expedition to Draenor but became stranded from Azeroth when the planet exploded and became the shattered world of Outland. After the Dark Portal was reopened Alaistir would learn of the deaths of most of his family, excluding his mother and daughter, and swore vengeance against the Lich King - and joined in the crusade to Northrend to defeat him. He remained in the Grand Alliance military for a few years after, attaining the rank of Knight-Captain until he resigned. He has been a wandering sword ever since, looking for a cause to join.

Physical Appearance
Evidently a Quel’dorei, given the nature of his elongated ears and the blue-silver glow of his eyes, Alaistir was moreso unique in comparison to others of his race in that he was definitely a more bulky and soldier type than the usual lithe and regal look as seen in his kin. His hair was also cut short, though known to be grown long, and was a grey mane that was well-groomed and uniformed. His visage was angular and sharp, as was custom to his race, though there were hints of broadness in his cheeks and jaw. Wrinkles could be seen scattered about, but none too much to suggest a hard life of living.

Standing at the height of 6’2, Alaistir was tall, though comparably average when next to his kin - or perhaps even shorter than them. Muscles that had known exertion to years upon years covered his body, sun-kissed but too tan, and there was not a hint that he was either overfed or malnourished. A physically-kept body that was known how to be carried and knew its limitations, there was no doubting the natural power kept in his physique even with the hint of growing age.

His armor was golden and decorated plate that had known years of use, but still worn and shown at almost all times - multiple scratches and stubborn dings covering it. Akin to the old-fashioned garb of the original Knights of the Silver Hand, with more modernity, it was the biggest hint and suggestion to a key feature about the man. Always seen with him was a claymore, made of truesilver and powerfully blessed, and an old worn libram chained to his belt.

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