Tythazar Gwuran

Tythazar Gwuran is the current Lord of Silver Hold, an estate just off the coast of Lordaemere Lake, and a knight of the Silver Hand, known moreso for his jovial and carefree nature, and sometimes obnoxious antics, than his stature as a knight, though to those that know him, he easily lives up to the tenets and standards of knighthood.

Appearance
Elegant, graceful, more beautiful than handsome, and often mistaken for the object of pure fantasy. The simplest way to describe him is as if he was plucked from a steamy romance novel, where the heroic knight in shining armor saves the maiden from the ferocious, fire breathing dragon. As a result, he often tickles the fancy of women, and likewise, catches the eye of capricious and envious rivals.

High and powerful cheek bones paved way to an impressive visage, smooth cheeks, pale complexion, and an angular chin and chiseled jawline, which often threatened to betray his beauty. His eyes are remarkable, as if a calm sea and a tempestuous storm had converged at just the right point, melding together to create the perfect mixture of blue and grey, yet constantly clashing against one another. It's far too easy to see the raw emotion in his eyes, despite his best efforts to conceal it.

If not for the way he carried himself in both posture demeanor, it would've been far too easy to mistake him for a much younger man, perhaps even on the cusp of adulthood, but his face carries the hallmark of war, forever stained by bloodshed. Broad shouldered and lean, he sports more of an athletic build than most, though it would be foolish to mistake that for weakness.

Long, flowing locks of white hair were often the object of attention as well, reaching far beyond his waist, if not tied up into a pony tail or bun. Strange and alluring, and out of place on someone so youthful. It's unknown how this phenomena occured, though if one thing was clear, it wasn't through natural means.

Lands and titles
Silver Hold sits just off the coast of Lordamere lake, most commonly known for the production of silver armaments, and fierce loyatly to the Crown of Lordaeron, the Gwuran line has stood watch over Silver Hold for countless generations, dating far back to the founding of Lordaeron. The current Lord of Silver Hold is none other than Sir Tythazar Gwuran, knight of the Silver Hand, and staunch vassal of his Highness, King Varian Wrynn.

The Gwuran line also lorded over several other pockets of land within the Tirisfal area, but the majority of it was destroyed during the Third War, and what little remained of it was now likely in the hands of the Forsaken, much to the ire of Gwuran.

History
His life was simple enough, he'd managed to shirk away from his lordly duties for the majority of his adolescent years, focusing mainly on his training under the Silver Hand, and proving himself through various trials and tribulations, but it didn't last. One midsummer afternoon, he was cornered by the heads of the House, and forced into an arranged marriage with a woman he'd never even met.

Ironically, his time spent with her was the happiest he'd ever been in his life, and several months into their courting, she became pregnant with his child. What was initially a formality sprang into the most beautiful, pure thing he'd ever experienced in his life. Love. She always cheered him on from the sidelines, encouraging him to finish his squireship under the Silver Hand, and he'd never felt the Light as strongly as when he was with her, and likely never would again.

The Scourge came far too quickly, the Silver Hand disbanded and with nobody to protect Lordaeron, everything was lost. Desperately, he rode towards the capital, where his wife often frequented, and what he found horrified and shook him to his very core. Torn apart by the Scourge, barely even recognizable, if not for the scent of her perfume. From then on, he wandered, aimlessly, from order to order, organization to organization, and struggled to find his purpose within the world.

Since then, he's completed his training as a knight of the Silver Hand, under Sir Taeriell Straton, and now wanders the world as a hedge knight, offering help wherever he can, and spending more time managing his estate than usual.