01-21-2010, 07:37 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
Moi, as a player...Hm. Well. I'm a funloving weeaboo. An addict to fantasy worlds. Valve fanboy, the casual "Just for fun" kinda player. People who are too serious about their game irritate me severely. I love refrences and things of Parodic nature, and I'm a dramatical arts student, so I enjoy roleplaying like I enjoy breathing. :3
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
ME SPIK INGLISH. HES?
No really. I'm Canadian, born german and brought here with my parents. I speak fluent english. Et un petit peu de francais.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Friend of mine recommended I try World of Warcraft because he needed a PVP buddy. I was bored, it was summer, so I thought "Why the heck not." I grew to love the game and Azerothian Lore. But I grew tired of the PVP element and no actual roleplay in a roleplay environment. And even within the RP servers, there were few serious roleplayers to be found. So I quit WoW for a good 2 years.
What made you seek our server over others?:
A friend told me about private RP servers. So I googled It up…CotH appeared like the Gods layed forth an escalator for me to the sky. =3
It was right there: I click on the page…and Globus's "Preliator" began to play. T'was epic. ^-^
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I love having a party that one adventures with. Tavern roleplay is fun… I love cityscape and urban Roleplay, and I simply adore life-and-death combat situations.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I'd have to go with either A Blood elf Hunter, Or an undead rogue. I love darker characters. Insane characters. The works!
But really-- I'm a sap for elves, always have been, always will be. Don't judge me! >__>'
What are your expectations of this server?:
Needless to say, If this server were cards in my hand. I'd go all in on this one, Mr. Bond.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Maturity, Please! Do I need to say any more? -__-
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!:
Gash of Oblivion
The one eye of Lackluster
This hood of Black-Strewn Velvet
Hands raised in open Gesture,
A Vicious metal does so Telve it.
Hold your blade high,
And so in this Dreary Realm,
“Enguarde†I beseech.
Your body, This edge shalt overwhelm.
Plunge the blade in,
You've shattered the silver mirror,
Grasp on the falling pieces of Reality,
As you freefall through hell's hold dearer.
This Gasp of False Reality:
As the pages and pencil Fade to dust,
You catch a brief reflection.
Of what you need and what you Must.
You Grasp on something solid,
You realize It's His hand.
To grab you and pull you back,
From this Devoid and surreal land.
You grip his chest tight:
Yet still, In the warm embrace,
You feel the tug that will Once again,
Make you fall into this Land of Ungrace.
Red Steel, Our Blades Flare:
So Dark, So Beautiful,
And so now we Despair…
So Sad, and Dead Tragic,
The nightmare of Roses…
Come hither, Young Knave,
And We'll spurn you with Magic…
The Silk Spread sheets on my bed,
Sweet soft Crimson Bliss,
The Love you can only feel if Dead.
Our heart beats like None other,
Oh “Semper Fidelisâ€Â
That's what He promised…
Before he slew his Brother.
With Masques of our souls,
And Paints of our Heart,
We are forever,
Wrapped in Hell's Art…
We glide so effortlessly,
Among the Sheep,
And the cattle,
Of this earth.
So, If I go, Wilt'st Thou follow?
If through the Cracks and Hollows,
And I wouldst Be thy Caine,
If you wouldst be hither Now…
Conundrum Eternal,
My Ideals met,
Vicious tones,
Are in Constant effect.
My eyes ablaze with Crimson Flares,
This Satirical Dread,
These Ebony plates that Adorn my Soul,
They shalt slice at thy head…
A Hellfire Dawns,
And Mirror Shatters,
Nine Rings of Flame,
and Torn, Ripped Tatters.
In vilest Night,
And with Bloodiest Thirst,
This is our Sanction,
Our so Embraced Curse.
Crusader of Caine,
And Heaven Denied,
Your path comes with us,
So mote the words of Kin'aed.
Our Name is Kindred,
Our Alias comes of Scorer,
You'll see with open eyes soon enough,
And Gape, with your Mortal Horror.
I am Justice,
I am God,
I am Your Forsaken Savior,
Of this, You can be sure,
‘Tis ne're Farce nor Fraud.
The Artiste Classiqué
So Young and so Passionate,
A Firey Plaything,
We've caught him in our Net.
He's writhing and moaning,
Pleasure and pain,
What immortal joys,
This young morsel shall gain…
A simple Romantic,
Alone, Drinking His sorrow,
After we're finished with him,
Lustful Grins replace his wallow.
The hour comes near,
And his heartbeat doth cease:
This is the moment,
Of his Mortal Release.
Forgive me your Death,
And now, Feminine lips unite,
This I promise you:
From now on, We own the Night.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Yeah. Where's the bathroom?
Moi, as a player...Hm. Well. I'm a funloving weeaboo. An addict to fantasy worlds. Valve fanboy, the casual "Just for fun" kinda player. People who are too serious about their game irritate me severely. I love refrences and things of Parodic nature, and I'm a dramatical arts student, so I enjoy roleplaying like I enjoy breathing. :3
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
ME SPIK INGLISH. HES?
No really. I'm Canadian, born german and brought here with my parents. I speak fluent english. Et un petit peu de francais.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Friend of mine recommended I try World of Warcraft because he needed a PVP buddy. I was bored, it was summer, so I thought "Why the heck not." I grew to love the game and Azerothian Lore. But I grew tired of the PVP element and no actual roleplay in a roleplay environment. And even within the RP servers, there were few serious roleplayers to be found. So I quit WoW for a good 2 years.
What made you seek our server over others?:
A friend told me about private RP servers. So I googled It up…CotH appeared like the Gods layed forth an escalator for me to the sky. =3
It was right there: I click on the page…and Globus's "Preliator" began to play. T'was epic. ^-^
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I love having a party that one adventures with. Tavern roleplay is fun… I love cityscape and urban Roleplay, and I simply adore life-and-death combat situations.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I'd have to go with either A Blood elf Hunter, Or an undead rogue. I love darker characters. Insane characters. The works!
But really-- I'm a sap for elves, always have been, always will be. Don't judge me! >__>'
What are your expectations of this server?:
Needless to say, If this server were cards in my hand. I'd go all in on this one, Mr. Bond.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Maturity, Please! Do I need to say any more? -__-
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!:
Gash of Oblivion
The one eye of Lackluster
This hood of Black-Strewn Velvet
Hands raised in open Gesture,
A Vicious metal does so Telve it.
Hold your blade high,
And so in this Dreary Realm,
“Enguarde†I beseech.
Your body, This edge shalt overwhelm.
Plunge the blade in,
You've shattered the silver mirror,
Grasp on the falling pieces of Reality,
As you freefall through hell's hold dearer.
This Gasp of False Reality:
As the pages and pencil Fade to dust,
You catch a brief reflection.
Of what you need and what you Must.
You Grasp on something solid,
You realize It's His hand.
To grab you and pull you back,
From this Devoid and surreal land.
You grip his chest tight:
Yet still, In the warm embrace,
You feel the tug that will Once again,
Make you fall into this Land of Ungrace.
Red Steel, Our Blades Flare:
So Dark, So Beautiful,
And so now we Despair…
So Sad, and Dead Tragic,
The nightmare of Roses…
Come hither, Young Knave,
And We'll spurn you with Magic…
The Silk Spread sheets on my bed,
Sweet soft Crimson Bliss,
The Love you can only feel if Dead.
Our heart beats like None other,
Oh “Semper Fidelisâ€Â
That's what He promised…
Before he slew his Brother.
With Masques of our souls,
And Paints of our Heart,
We are forever,
Wrapped in Hell's Art…
We glide so effortlessly,
Among the Sheep,
And the cattle,
Of this earth.
So, If I go, Wilt'st Thou follow?
If through the Cracks and Hollows,
And I wouldst Be thy Caine,
If you wouldst be hither Now…
Conundrum Eternal,
My Ideals met,
Vicious tones,
Are in Constant effect.
My eyes ablaze with Crimson Flares,
This Satirical Dread,
These Ebony plates that Adorn my Soul,
They shalt slice at thy head…
A Hellfire Dawns,
And Mirror Shatters,
Nine Rings of Flame,
and Torn, Ripped Tatters.
In vilest Night,
And with Bloodiest Thirst,
This is our Sanction,
Our so Embraced Curse.
Crusader of Caine,
And Heaven Denied,
Your path comes with us,
So mote the words of Kin'aed.
Our Name is Kindred,
Our Alias comes of Scorer,
You'll see with open eyes soon enough,
And Gape, with your Mortal Horror.
I am Justice,
I am God,
I am Your Forsaken Savior,
Of this, You can be sure,
‘Tis ne're Farce nor Fraud.
The Artiste Classiqué
So Young and so Passionate,
A Firey Plaything,
We've caught him in our Net.
He's writhing and moaning,
Pleasure and pain,
What immortal joys,
This young morsel shall gain…
A simple Romantic,
Alone, Drinking His sorrow,
After we're finished with him,
Lustful Grins replace his wallow.
The hour comes near,
And his heartbeat doth cease:
This is the moment,
Of his Mortal Release.
Forgive me your Death,
And now, Feminine lips unite,
This I promise you:
From now on, We own the Night.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Yeah. Where's the bathroom?