Name: Leonar Arndon
Age: 21
Year of birth: 1348 DR
Race: Human
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 178 lbs
Build: Athletic
Eye color: Light gray
Hair color: Light blond
Alignment:Lawful Neutral
Class: Cleric
Deity:Formerly Helm, currently Ezra
Location of birth: Neverwinter area
Land of origin: Faerun, Sword Coast
Appearance: Leonar is usually seen wearing a heavy plated armor of dark green colour, adorned with linings and segments of silver material. He wears a long green cape with a thin white trim, which signifies his affiliation with the Church of Ezra. He wears black leather trousers with plate thigh guards on outward sides, belted with a leather sash.
He appears approximately around his late twenties, possibly early thirties. His face would be best described as rugged, bearing a few minor lash scars, with a strong jawline and with a slightly prominent chin. Almond shaped, Leonar's eyes are of light gray shade, having a certain indefinable sparkle to them, while his gaze could be described as alluring, yet stern and harsh. His lengthy light blond hair is in a long ponytail, kept together by a ribbon. He speaks in calm and controlled, yet arrogant manner, although even when speaking normally, he's not deliberately trying to be overbearing.
Biography/Background: Orphaned since his birth on one of the cold nights of Alturiak, year 1348 DR, Leonar Arndon was left and abandoned as a mere babe on the footsteps of Helms Hold, a magnificent temple/stronghold located south of Neverwinter, dedicated to none other than The Watcher himself. Finding salvation in the pity of a few Helmite Novices who had discovered him and brought to Clergy representatives, the decision was brought swiftly - the child will be trained to be one of The Watcher's faithful servants and guardians.
As the years have passed by, Leonar was taught in the arts of martial combat, systematic instructions of discipline, obedience, vigilance and fairness. The child would grow to develop a rather strong, stern and obedient, yet somewhat unapproachable persona, usually shunning contact with even his faithful brethren. Two universal forces, Fate and Lord Helm were governing, guiding and influencing the course of his life and he was more than aware of the fact,and as such, purpose and meaning of his existence revealed to himself since early stages of his life.
Due to excelling in primary attributes of Helmite Faith and dogma, Leonar was rather quick to rise in ranks over course of numerous years, from the title of Novice to join the ranks of Alert at the age of eighteen. He was designed, born and shaped to become and rise as a Protector, a Guardian of all those who could not provide such merit to themselves. During Ceremony of Honor to Helm, on Shieldmeet year 1369 DR, a great honor was bestowed upon young Arndon, for he was ordained as one of Helm's Watchers, his duty now bearing even more responsibility and burden. For so many a year, he would stay true to Helm as the Helm stayed true to himself, until the very worst thing imaginable occurred.
During one of the warm, fiery days of Summertide, the wretched Mists would snatch him in between a short trip from Helms Hold towards the city of Neverwinter. His very worst fear and nightmare, made crude reality for he stood alone and without The Vigilant One, abandoned and powerless in a new completely unknown and deadly world. Days and weeks have passed by, most in prayer to the Watcher with no answer whatsoever,as Leonar still stood in great delusion that the Fate or some even greater evil force is playing tricks upon his mind, conjuring but a world of illusion to sway and test the endurance of his faith and devotion. As the time passed on, he would for once realize how powerless he stood against reckless forces of evil and chaos that were the Legions of Night. With no deity at his side, without an ounce of power to uphold and continue his sworn duty, he now knew for the second time what it feels to be utterly and completely abandoned, albeit far more conscious and aware of the cruel fact now.
As the time marched on in the Lands of the Mist, Ezra's Anchorites and their designated duties, beliefs and powers, or rather Ezrite faith in general was quick to catch his eye and interest. Perhaps for once in his life, an idea, an option to make a choice has been laid down before himself. Will he renounce Helm for the sake of upholding the purpose granted to him by the Fate? Will he become an Oathbreaker and Renouncer, the very idea of it which he abhorred his entire life, for the sake of rising as a Protector once more? For better or worse, the choice was made. A void which was left in his heart, mind and soul, the feeling of being powerless and without purpose... All that had to be corrected in one way or another.
Being of keen and receptive mind, while under the tutelage of numerous Anchorites of the Refuge of Fifth Light congregation, Leonar Arndon became one of Ezra's faithful, and shortly afterwards - an Acolyte, Anchorite in training. For once in the weeks, a void which filled himself would slowly begin to fade. He was once again, able to manifest powers of divine magic, this time granted by Ezra and albeit in far lesser magnitude to the ones possessed before, he has come to understanding with the path he has chosen, or rather - the path he had started to walk upon. In the First sect of Ezra - Home Faith, he would find numerous similarities with his former Helmite Faith, which altogether made the crisis easier to overcome. He might have utterly lost his connection with The Great Guard, but the one inside of him, one which defined his very purpose and life has never left his heart.
As before, he would continue to excel at his designated duty, although at the great expense of his attitude towards other aspects of life and people in general. Life held neither pleasantry nor even time to think of such. There was only duty, time for it's fulfillment, and an urge and will to strive towards it - a manner of living which Leonar was quite well, already used to. As the weeks have passed, he was once again, rather quick to grow in divine powers bestowed upon him, and after completing his Acolyte training, and even being tempted and tortured by the Mists at occasion, he would finally become worthy of Her Shield, rising to become one of Ezra's Anchorites.
Months flew by, and Warden Arndon would finally endure upon his very skin, the saying he would frequently pass out to others: "Such is the nature of these lands, you either bend or break". His stay of mediocre period in Core would make him bitter, cynical, disrespectful and prideful. He would once again, know and reach the stages where his fears become reality, for he has adapted the characteristics of very monsters he sought to put down. His weariness grew in proportion with his disappointment, be it the one he felt towards his faithful brethren, or humanity in general. For once he had asked himself: "Are we
worthy of any protection at all?" "Are we in reality the same monsters we seek to decimate?". He witnessed betrayal, numerous injustices, schemes and falsehoods unveiling before his very eyes, and the fact that many were designed and brought by his own kin and brethren, did not make the fact easier to cope with.
Such questions did not matter. His duty and purpose was clear as daylight and he would stake his life at each given opportunity to uphold and fulfill such obligation. As always, time marched on, and Warden Leonar Arndon would come to know the other sides and aspects of life which he had so neglected in the past. He would come to learn the true meaning of unconditional love, and with it, to actually
care for the well being of those he sought to guide, heal and first and foremost - protect.