Glamonor Pureheart

Glamonor Pureheart, raised within the Redridge Mountains. Born to mere commoners without social standing or title. A mere commoner, who in the eyes of some, is no greater than the lowest and poorest beggar upon the streets. His name holds no power or value, and as such, so must the man, correct?

Perhaps...

For man, peasant or king, is mortal. Their flesh and blood shall, ultimately, wither away and fade from the world all the same. Nay, it isn't the blood or heritage of a person that makes them great. It is the kind of person they make of themselves in life, and what they do with that life, that is of true value and consequence.

Glamonor Pureheart, though a commoner, is such a man of value. While many would boast of their victories within great battlefields against the forces that seek to destroy our world, such as Arthas Menethil or Garrosh Hellscream, he would speak of different victories.

Tales of defending the innocent against those that seek to destroy us from within our cities and homelands. Filling those outcasted and spurned by society with love, hope, and comfort. Rising against those in power, who seek war and revenge, yet care not for the warnings that it may cost hundreds of innocent lives. The kind of man who would risk everything he has for those who have nothing.

The kind of man many would call the true definition of a Hero.