10-27-2013, 09:17 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
I'm a bit laid back as a player, open to suggestions, I do love RP quite a lot, I am not -fully- aware of all Warcraft lore, although I know the details of the things I RP down to the letter.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I'm from Greece. I speak Greek of course, although my English is fairly fluid.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I.. can't even remember xD it has been years since I joined. TBC days!
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
Google <3. RP drew me in, that's about it!
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Fighting. A -lot- of fighting (emote fights), but any kind of RP I enjoy really, as long as it's not out of place.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I love Blood Elves. To bits. Their lore excites me, it's like a tool that keeps taking different shapes on the hands of different people. (Grimdark, comedical, dramatical, savage, powerhungry etc.)
I can't say much for class, aside the fact that I prefer melee specs. For example, a warrior, in which case, said warrior would be a Spellbreaker if we were to mix race/class together
What are your expectations of this server?:
I just stopped the official WoW due to odd activity hours and a bit of pressure in-game, so I just want to relax here whenever I have me some time and meet different styles of RP as well as people of course
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Maturity. It's a key element to RPing when immersion and good story-telling are involved, especially when more than 2 parties are partaking.
Lastly, tell us a story! It can be short, it can be long; but most importantly, we want to see your work in action. Go!:
Hooo boy... let's see.
The clash of steel echoed again and again at the shores of Eversong, the sun bright over the two fighters training with what can be described as resolve, from one party, a chore to the other.
The raven haired elf, young, taller than most of his age, handled the sword poorly, barely managing to defend himself against his opponent, let alone retaliate. She on the other hand, an image of grace. Long slender legs firmly carrying her movement with delicacy, a set of firm arms moving the greatsword fluidly, her posture that of a warrior, keen on the way of the blade.
With a thick clang and the sound of an impact, the youngling fell to his behind, whimpering quite pathetically. She approached him, swordtip to his chin, raising it so he can lay eyes on her visage, her full lips parting to speak in a stern yet somewhat soft tone. "You shame me, Leonian. You barely do what I have taught you. You do not fight back, you only defend. Are you afraid of hurting me? Do you think yourself superior?"
With such he turned the sword, the blunt of it smacking across the elf's features, sending him to the side whimpering. He'd crawl back to his feet, not carrying of his sword, to start running. Cowardice at it's best. With a sigh, Ezeria chased after him, reaching his speed with relative ease she kneed his waist, throwing him off balance with the powerful impact, before sending her heel to the back of his knee, having him pinned and grabbed by the hair. "You -coward-. How dare you turn your back in battle?!" She stabs the sword down, though his left calf and into the ground, hearing the howling elf twich in agony, his blood spilled, for the first time in his fragile life.
"Embrace the pain. Welcome it. It will make you stronger." typical yet true words, she then leans down with him, one arm around his neck, patting his shoulder. "Remember this day.." she drew the crude dagger from her sheath, keeping his head steady, tears rushing from the corners of his eyes as the elf gasped from the shock of pain. "This is the day you shamed yourself and your tutor. This is your reminder, Leonian. Cowardice is for the weak. If you want to be weak, crawl into the sea and drown like the cur you are." With this she scarred his left cheek, a deep crude cut followed by one that crosses it in the middle, making sure that it will mark him for the rest of his life.
After the cruel lesson was given, she stood, ripping the sword carelessly and turned her back, carrying it by her side as she made way for the path to the city. A frown etched her features, she disliked her own ways, but she had confirmed how successful they were. Her own scarred cheek proof of that. She left, without a word, leaving the youngling injured, with his own blood on him and his pain to shape him.
(I know it's kind of an overkill but it's an old story of mine, got plenty more sitting there
)
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nothing I can't find out myself in-game!
I'm a bit laid back as a player, open to suggestions, I do love RP quite a lot, I am not -fully- aware of all Warcraft lore, although I know the details of the things I RP down to the letter.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I'm from Greece. I speak Greek of course, although my English is fairly fluid.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I.. can't even remember xD it has been years since I joined. TBC days!
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
Google <3. RP drew me in, that's about it!
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Fighting. A -lot- of fighting (emote fights), but any kind of RP I enjoy really, as long as it's not out of place.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I love Blood Elves. To bits. Their lore excites me, it's like a tool that keeps taking different shapes on the hands of different people. (Grimdark, comedical, dramatical, savage, powerhungry etc.)
I can't say much for class, aside the fact that I prefer melee specs. For example, a warrior, in which case, said warrior would be a Spellbreaker if we were to mix race/class together
What are your expectations of this server?:
I just stopped the official WoW due to odd activity hours and a bit of pressure in-game, so I just want to relax here whenever I have me some time and meet different styles of RP as well as people of course
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Maturity. It's a key element to RPing when immersion and good story-telling are involved, especially when more than 2 parties are partaking.
Lastly, tell us a story! It can be short, it can be long; but most importantly, we want to see your work in action. Go!:
Hooo boy... let's see.
The clash of steel echoed again and again at the shores of Eversong, the sun bright over the two fighters training with what can be described as resolve, from one party, a chore to the other.
The raven haired elf, young, taller than most of his age, handled the sword poorly, barely managing to defend himself against his opponent, let alone retaliate. She on the other hand, an image of grace. Long slender legs firmly carrying her movement with delicacy, a set of firm arms moving the greatsword fluidly, her posture that of a warrior, keen on the way of the blade.
With a thick clang and the sound of an impact, the youngling fell to his behind, whimpering quite pathetically. She approached him, swordtip to his chin, raising it so he can lay eyes on her visage, her full lips parting to speak in a stern yet somewhat soft tone. "You shame me, Leonian. You barely do what I have taught you. You do not fight back, you only defend. Are you afraid of hurting me? Do you think yourself superior?"
With such he turned the sword, the blunt of it smacking across the elf's features, sending him to the side whimpering. He'd crawl back to his feet, not carrying of his sword, to start running. Cowardice at it's best. With a sigh, Ezeria chased after him, reaching his speed with relative ease she kneed his waist, throwing him off balance with the powerful impact, before sending her heel to the back of his knee, having him pinned and grabbed by the hair. "You -coward-. How dare you turn your back in battle?!" She stabs the sword down, though his left calf and into the ground, hearing the howling elf twich in agony, his blood spilled, for the first time in his fragile life.
"Embrace the pain. Welcome it. It will make you stronger." typical yet true words, she then leans down with him, one arm around his neck, patting his shoulder. "Remember this day.." she drew the crude dagger from her sheath, keeping his head steady, tears rushing from the corners of his eyes as the elf gasped from the shock of pain. "This is the day you shamed yourself and your tutor. This is your reminder, Leonian. Cowardice is for the weak. If you want to be weak, crawl into the sea and drown like the cur you are." With this she scarred his left cheek, a deep crude cut followed by one that crosses it in the middle, making sure that it will mark him for the rest of his life.
After the cruel lesson was given, she stood, ripping the sword carelessly and turned her back, carrying it by her side as she made way for the path to the city. A frown etched her features, she disliked her own ways, but she had confirmed how successful they were. Her own scarred cheek proof of that. She left, without a word, leaving the youngling injured, with his own blood on him and his pain to shape him.
(I know it's kind of an overkill but it's an old story of mine, got plenty more sitting there
)Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nothing I can't find out myself in-game!
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