Arcaraan

Arcaraan, a High Guard of the Hand of Argus and a combat artificer of some renown, now stands with the Disciples of the Luminous Order of the Mirical at Oronaar in defence of Azeroth, his people's adoptive world. Having been a protector of his people for aeons, he has joined the Luminous Order to actively further the interests of the Draenei people across the world. Arcaraan fights tirelessly to spread the beevolent embrace of the Light alongside his blessed kinsmen and believes in peace, prosperity and unity but will act with righeous vengeance towards those who would stand in the way of such ideals.

History

A Prison of Blood
Arcaraan was born on the thriving far-off world of Argus, the Shining Jewel fo the Cosmos. Argus was a place of great prosperity, wonder and insurmountable power and knowledge. It was a place where the wise and learned ruled, making choices for the betterment of all. The son of a powerful woman, a prestigious instructor at the Conservatory of the Arcane no less, Arcaraan bore the burden of great expectations from as early as he can remember. Though his mother, Instructor Jazeera, did everything in her power to make ready the road of arcane mastery for her son, her efforts would prove almost entirely fruitless. Though he grasped the theoretical concepts of spell-work and magical energy from an early age, it soon became apparent that Arcaraan was born without the slightest hint of practical talent with wielding the arcane, failing miserably at even the simplest of cantrips.
While complete arcane ineptitude was a rarity among the eredar who as a people had always been in tune with the mysteries of magic, it was not entirely unheard of. Jazeera did not accept this. She was a stubborn and ambitious woman who wanted to see her progeny supplanted as one of her people's greatest sorcerers and refused to let these early complications stand in her way. She spent much of her considerable wealth, influence, as well as raking in many of the favours she had accumulated years of service to the people of Mac'Aree as a renowned teacher and politician. She hired tutors, consulted ancient texts and sought out mythical remedies to her son's affliction. All of it would have been an admirable show of motherly affection, had it solely been for the better of the child rather than in service of her vast ambitions. To her chagrin, nothing worked, and as she continued to press Arcaraan into a field where there was no growth, the young Draenei sought out every opportunity to escape his lessons, furthering the divide between mother and son. Though his father, Vo'run, a well-liked though straightforward peacekeeper, could often calm the storm that was Jazeera's rage, afternoons and evenings where Arcaraan hid amongst the crops or played with games with children his age, did not go unpunished.
After years of little to no progress, Jazeera relented. She ended her previously relentless efforts to mould her son into her vision of the future, but her self-perceived failure also served to further divide the chasm between mother and son. The disparity grew with every cycle as Arcaraan remained a constant reminder of his mother's failure. Though he had been taken under his father's wing and was by all means still a bright boy full of potential, the wound his lack of arcane prowess had left on her pride and aspirations never truly healed. That wound festered to the point where Jazeera all but disowned Arcaraan in private and separated from both him and his father. She devoted the rest of her life to her studies and in finding an apprentice that could carry her name forward; if not by blood, then by her talents as an instructor.  

On Wings of Youth
With Jazeera gone from his life, Arcaraan flourished. What had been an anxious and reserved boy grew into a care-free and outgoing youth under the calm and guiding hand of his father. Unlike his mother, Vo'run saw peace and happiness as the penultimate form of existence rather than aspirations of power and influence. He introduced his son to a different life that had until then only been experienced in fleeting moments when the young boy had fled from his home. 
A simpler life. A happier life.
A life free of unreachable expectations, where a parent treated Arcaraan like the child he was and gave him responsibilities and challenges that were appropriate. Week-long fishing trips spent in the vibrant wilds of Argus rather than week-long study sessions spent in shut-off rooms. Lessons of life and individual meaning rather than lessons of conformity and a pre-destined path. Arcaraan's father taught him many things, and though he did not pressure his son to do so, the young Draenei chose to follow his example and seek to become a protector of his people and a keeper of the peace.
Thus started a chapter of growth and purpose. Arcaraan had found that which he wished to be and set upon that path with great fervour. He eagerly trained his body to better serve as a bastion of strength, to serve and defend all, but in particular those who could not do so themselves. He joined the vindicators of Argus as a novice, specifically the section known as the Peacekeepers and was taught in the ways of martial prowess and to move under the weight of protective plate armour. Beyond the moulding of his physical form and capabilities, they schooled him in discipline, patience, and that physical might should never be the first resort in the face of conflict. Arcaraan took these concepts to heart and became the foundation of what would become a long-lived purpose, each teaching enforced by his father's advise and counsel.
Years went by, and the young boy grew towards the cusp of adulthood and the end of his training. He was to graduate and receive his title, but a day that should have been one of celebration became one of nightmares and loss. His father had always been a great admirer of the First Triumvirate, especially holding Velen in high esteem for the ancient Eredar's many selfless acts of service and that admiration had passed on to his son. That was why, when Velen's warnings reached them, they prepared to abandon everything and gather at the appointed time and place as bidden by the Prophet.
That was when peace left Argus, and the unity that the Eredar people had held so dear was shattered. Arcaraan, Vo'run and those like them who had chosen to follow the Prophet were forced to flee their home, saved from a fate worse than death by the great Naaru who ferried them away from the green flame that sought to consume all.

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Peacekeeper/Vindicator

Age

Approximately 13,000 years old, though it is hard to tell how much of that was spent in stasis aboard the Genedar.

Birthplace

Mac'Aree, Argus

Current Residence

Small Farmstead, Azuremyst Isle

Gender

Male

Eyes

Glowing arctic blue

Hair

A deep, dark brown - often seems black

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Iris - a rich blue-violet colouration

Height

7,6 ft

Aligned Organisation
Order of Oronaar