10-21-2009, 08:45 AM
Tell us about yourself, as a player:
31 year old daddy gamer, played on the real servers since Oct 2004, and finally put down the addiction enough when I had max out every single class multiple times, while trying to find a reason to enjoy the game past its prime I stumbled upon roleplaying on MoonGuard (RP Server - Blizz Server) and between the players and the lore itself felt like I had found a reason to continue in the WoW universe.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
USA - English, Bad English
How did you get into Warcraft?:
WC1,2,3, WoW almost 5 year vet.
What made you seek our server over others?:
Looking for a server that is RP heavy with actual members online.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
On the spot RP, anywhere any time, why restrict yourself to a Bar or city.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
True Horde all the way Orc or Troll and primarily Hunter's as they fit my playstyle mostly (Loner like individual cast out of his first clan.
What are your expectations of this server?:
Actual RP, not just some wannabe Anime references.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
The requirement to actually RP with threat of Bans...
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!:
Early Life
Born into a clanless, roving band of bandits and raiders, Kaldemios had everything bestowed upon his keen mind, from a mastery in small-scale, skirmish battle tactics, to a rather vast knowledge of warfare and combat, by his father. Surviving amongst his father's war band required such, as opposing the clans at that time - opposing orcs such as Blackhand while weathering the assaults and skirmishes between ogres and themselves, more specifically, required something other than brute strength.
His mother was a kind hearted, caring seer, and the matron of their mock "clan". The title 'matron' did not hold much meaning or salt to them, however, for the spirits held no sway over the bloodthirsty, marauding gang of orcs. This, however, would be their downfall, as at the young age of twenty, Kaldemios was forced to watch his father and brother be executed, and was only spared after submitting to the might of the Sythegore Arm. It was here he would further his prowess in battle, and his tactical knowledge.
Rampage Across Azeroth: The First War
Departing through the Dark Portal around the time that Blackhand the Destroyer rose to power, Kaldemios had more than a hand in razing the settlements in and around the Black Morass. Eventually, the orcs would push to the towns of Grand Hamlet and Sunnyglade, only fueling their lust for violence more. Before the sacking of Stormwind, however, Kaldemios's path of destruction would change.
A Bitter End
Arriving at the Dragon Wastes, insanity finally consumed Kaldemios. The sight of dead and dying dragons, the largest and most fierce creatures he had ever seen, filled him with fear. He began to run, and ran for hours on end. Only until he arrived at a large, inconspicuous looking cave did his fit of overwhelming fear break. He made his way into the cave, with intentions of staying there for the night. Unfortunately, he had discovered the entrance to Azjol-Nerub, the kingdom of the mysterious nerubians. Kaldemios Shatterspear was killed in his sleep by the creatures, stripped bare of his foreign possessions and clothing, and tossed into a pit far, far away from any prying eyes, be they nerubian or not. Kaldemios Shatterspear had died a lonely, sorrowful death. And although his body lay frozen and forgotten at the bottom of pit, his role as a tool of destruction had not yet ended.
Service to the Lich King
Many years later, Kaldemios awoke to the chittering, clicking voices of the nerubians. In those few, awkward seconds vefore he felt the Lich King's grasp he leaped to his feet, and proceeded to kill at least a dozen of them with a stone. He then attempted to escape Azjol-Nerub - only to be greeted by the psychic roar of the Lich King's dominance. Kaldemios walked Azeroth once more.
Geared for war and sent to the Eastern Plaguelands during the third Scourge invasion, Kaldemios rampaged through the Eastern Kingdoms with his fellow knights once more, as if nothing had changed - his bloodlust had been replaced with the hatred of the Lich King. Kaldemios marched through the Scarlet Enclave, leaving no man, woman or child alive. Mercy would shine upon him soon, however.
After the infamous Battle for Light's Hope Chapel had ended, Kaldemios felt remorse wash over his body. Innumerable images of the pain and agony he had caused filled his head - most notably, leaving his mother to die of the red pox back on Draenor. Kaldemios made his way to Orgrimmar, cleaned his name somewhat, and then climbed upon the familiar, scaled back of a riding raptor, headed for the Dark Portal.
Going Home
For the first time in many decades, Kaldemios's feet touched the gentle, rolling grass of Nagrand. He had spent several months tracking any signs of uncorrupted orcs, and had finally been pointed in the right direction. After a few hours of searching, he had finally made his way to Garadar. Although given a rather cold greeting - if you could even call it a greeting, Kaldemios soon found kinship among the mag'har after making mention of his mother, Thanga. Kaldemios felt as though his pride and spirit had been replenished, and that he now had one goal in what was left of his life: to defend the Horde with all of the might within his body. He sorrowfully departed from Garadar, and then proceeded to make his way back through the Dark Portal, towards Orgrimmar...
Final Notes...
Sorry if it was too wordy for an intro
31 year old daddy gamer, played on the real servers since Oct 2004, and finally put down the addiction enough when I had max out every single class multiple times, while trying to find a reason to enjoy the game past its prime I stumbled upon roleplaying on MoonGuard (RP Server - Blizz Server) and between the players and the lore itself felt like I had found a reason to continue in the WoW universe.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
USA - English, Bad English
How did you get into Warcraft?:
WC1,2,3, WoW almost 5 year vet.
What made you seek our server over others?:
Looking for a server that is RP heavy with actual members online.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
On the spot RP, anywhere any time, why restrict yourself to a Bar or city.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
True Horde all the way Orc or Troll and primarily Hunter's as they fit my playstyle mostly (Loner like individual cast out of his first clan.
What are your expectations of this server?:
Actual RP, not just some wannabe Anime references.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
The requirement to actually RP with threat of Bans...
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!:
Early Life
Born into a clanless, roving band of bandits and raiders, Kaldemios had everything bestowed upon his keen mind, from a mastery in small-scale, skirmish battle tactics, to a rather vast knowledge of warfare and combat, by his father. Surviving amongst his father's war band required such, as opposing the clans at that time - opposing orcs such as Blackhand while weathering the assaults and skirmishes between ogres and themselves, more specifically, required something other than brute strength.
His mother was a kind hearted, caring seer, and the matron of their mock "clan". The title 'matron' did not hold much meaning or salt to them, however, for the spirits held no sway over the bloodthirsty, marauding gang of orcs. This, however, would be their downfall, as at the young age of twenty, Kaldemios was forced to watch his father and brother be executed, and was only spared after submitting to the might of the Sythegore Arm. It was here he would further his prowess in battle, and his tactical knowledge.
Rampage Across Azeroth: The First War
Departing through the Dark Portal around the time that Blackhand the Destroyer rose to power, Kaldemios had more than a hand in razing the settlements in and around the Black Morass. Eventually, the orcs would push to the towns of Grand Hamlet and Sunnyglade, only fueling their lust for violence more. Before the sacking of Stormwind, however, Kaldemios's path of destruction would change.
A Bitter End
Arriving at the Dragon Wastes, insanity finally consumed Kaldemios. The sight of dead and dying dragons, the largest and most fierce creatures he had ever seen, filled him with fear. He began to run, and ran for hours on end. Only until he arrived at a large, inconspicuous looking cave did his fit of overwhelming fear break. He made his way into the cave, with intentions of staying there for the night. Unfortunately, he had discovered the entrance to Azjol-Nerub, the kingdom of the mysterious nerubians. Kaldemios Shatterspear was killed in his sleep by the creatures, stripped bare of his foreign possessions and clothing, and tossed into a pit far, far away from any prying eyes, be they nerubian or not. Kaldemios Shatterspear had died a lonely, sorrowful death. And although his body lay frozen and forgotten at the bottom of pit, his role as a tool of destruction had not yet ended.
Service to the Lich King
Many years later, Kaldemios awoke to the chittering, clicking voices of the nerubians. In those few, awkward seconds vefore he felt the Lich King's grasp he leaped to his feet, and proceeded to kill at least a dozen of them with a stone. He then attempted to escape Azjol-Nerub - only to be greeted by the psychic roar of the Lich King's dominance. Kaldemios walked Azeroth once more.
Geared for war and sent to the Eastern Plaguelands during the third Scourge invasion, Kaldemios rampaged through the Eastern Kingdoms with his fellow knights once more, as if nothing had changed - his bloodlust had been replaced with the hatred of the Lich King. Kaldemios marched through the Scarlet Enclave, leaving no man, woman or child alive. Mercy would shine upon him soon, however.
After the infamous Battle for Light's Hope Chapel had ended, Kaldemios felt remorse wash over his body. Innumerable images of the pain and agony he had caused filled his head - most notably, leaving his mother to die of the red pox back on Draenor. Kaldemios made his way to Orgrimmar, cleaned his name somewhat, and then climbed upon the familiar, scaled back of a riding raptor, headed for the Dark Portal.
Going Home
For the first time in many decades, Kaldemios's feet touched the gentle, rolling grass of Nagrand. He had spent several months tracking any signs of uncorrupted orcs, and had finally been pointed in the right direction. After a few hours of searching, he had finally made his way to Garadar. Although given a rather cold greeting - if you could even call it a greeting, Kaldemios soon found kinship among the mag'har after making mention of his mother, Thanga. Kaldemios felt as though his pride and spirit had been replenished, and that he now had one goal in what was left of his life: to defend the Horde with all of the might within his body. He sorrowfully departed from Garadar, and then proceeded to make his way back through the Dark Portal, towards Orgrimmar...
Final Notes...
Sorry if it was too wordy for an intro