Oseros Leoss

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Oseros Leoss, a Paladin and lawful servant of mankind, was one of the more advanced Knights of the Silver Hand, but resigned from the order shortly after the Culling of Stratholme. The tragic event took it's tool on his mind, although he doesn't let the vulnerabilities show. At present, he's serving as a guardsman in the City of Stormwind, under the order of Isenhammer Commander Darith Isenhammer.

Early Childhood and Family
Oseros was born into a pious and devout family living amongst the streets of Straholme in Lordaeron. They led a simplistic, ideal life, as a family of vintners living on the outskirts of the city in a three-room cabin. Oseros and his brother, Estrius, never asked for a great deal. They made due with what was available to them; they'd reel in catfish from the moat, barter for grains at Market Row. Oseros' father was a Paladin as well, therefore inspired him to take up the profession. When the Culling began, Nylkel (Oseros' father) careened through the streets, carving his way through the throng of undead with steel flashing. His cries could be heard long and far, howling in a frightening blend of horror and bloodlust. Through the vermillion tinted ash and smoke, Oseros, when he was merely twenty-one, had to escort what remained of his family and friends out of the razed city. Their shirts, tear-stained and ashened clung around their mouths; they were attempting to avoid airborne infection. They made it out of the city mostly intact, although Oseros' mother Leardra was deeply affected by the tragedy.

 Oseros, Estrius, and the Andorhal Incident  Shortly after the Culling, Oseros and his brother, Estrius, were knighted as able-bodied paladins in the eyes of the Silver Hand. As a sort of initiation process, they were assigned to slay a large number of Scourge in the settlement of Andorhal in Lordaeron. They saddled their horses and made their way to Andorhal without a moment's hesitation... or thought, for that matter. Much like Stratholme, the brothers found the settlement burning, hounds       and minions of the scourge pillaging left and right. Estrius adorned his crested silver helmet and rode into the chaos without a word. He attacked from horseback, his ankles trembling in fury within the iron bounds of the stirrups. Oseros watched from afar as his little brother slew many in his anger, cantering through the hordes of undead as though they were swaying stalks of wheat. It was at the moment that Oseros rushed in to aid, that he spotted a pale man astride a deathcharger enter the city from the southernmost gate.