Hermocrates Hearthford was a human warrior from the Kingdom of Stromgarde, who was active around the time of the Alliance-Horde War.
Early Life[]
Hermocrates was born on the eve of the Second War. His father Noah Hearthford was a paladin in service to the Silver Hand during the Second War. His mother, Clara Hearthford was a Priest in the Stromgarde Chapel.
The first decade of Hermocrates' life took place in the Arathi Highlands, where he was raised alone by his mother. However, during the war, the Old Horde swept through Arathi, causing his comfortable life to be cut short.
Despite the forced removal from his homeland, Hermocrates remained optimistic about life.
Post-War Life[]
The conclusion of the Second War, saw Noah Hearthford return to his family, when he took leave from his service in the Silver Hand, in order to focus on family. This lead the Hearthfords to eventually find a new home in Westfall, living a modest, if not sometimes challenging, farm life.
Noah, now a veteran of the Second War, began to worry about his sons future in a world wrought with danger and death. He wanted his son to be prepared for whatever threat Azeroth may soon face. Consequently, he trained his son in a variety of armed combat, passing down his knowledge from his days of battle.
After the Defias Brotherhood claimed Westfall, the Hearthford family was once again relocated to Stormwind, where they reside to this very day. At this point in Hermocrates life, his father was urging him to embrace the light and carry out his legacy as a Paladin. Although, to Noah's surprise the light did not call to his boy, as it had for him and his wife.
Hermocrates, devastated that he had disappointed his father, would spend the next couple of years vigorously honing his skills. If the light would not take care of him, he would have to fend for himself as a warrior. He would spend all his free time studying new techniques from his father, cutting and slashing at wooden dummies with until his very bones would start aching.
Alliance-Horde War[]
On the cusp of his twenty-second birthday, Hermocrates, told his parents that it was time for him to forge his own legacy. At this point, he had come quite far as a warrior, even assisting the Stormwind guard with menial task every so often. Although he still had much to learn, Hermocrates optimistic and naive, was sure he would one day make his father proud.
It was a bright and beautiful morning in Stormwind. Hermocrates embraced his mother and father tightly, grabbed a bag of coin, sheathed his sword, buckled his shield to his back. His mother, blessed him as he walked out of their house and into a world full of mysteries and exploration; ready to find his destiny.