02-22-2011, 06:56 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
Well, thats actually a difficult question. I guess you could describe me as a passive, nihilistic, curious, kind hearted person. I've always had problems with describing myself. If you give me the chance, I'm sure you'll find a description of your own
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I live in the US, specifically Hawaii. Internet sucks out here. My primary language is English and I can speak specks of German.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Well a friend was urging me to get into it about 4 years ago. I was resistant at first, I had heard rumors of the game being addicting and didn't need another reason to be cooped up inside. I didn't actually play Warcraft 3 until I started playing WoW, but I'll get to that in a bit
So I did the whole 14 day trial thing...and boy was I addicted. At the time, I totally sucked at MMORPGs so I was grinding almost the entire time, but the world! The world was beautiful! Adventuring about Mulgore, learning the bits and pieces of story, killing ostriches! I was truly able to escape into another world. Thats all I play video games for anyhow.
So how I got BACK into WoW. A different friend urged me to play and I tried to tell him that the last time I had played, I was completely addicted for 14 days. He assured me I would't be addicted but...yah :/ that leads into how I started RPing on WoW.
So after going through my second run of WoW I decided I should check out Warcraft 3, just for the story and what not. I didn't play through much, but made up for it by reading allot of back story.
What made you seek our server over others? (or How did you find us?):
Searched "Free WoW Server RP" and poof! Despite what all my friends said, IT DOES EXIST!
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Aaaah, I'm not a very combat oriented RPr, I will occasionally get into a small IC scuffle, but nothing on the caliber of swords and magic.
I most enjoy taverns, and adventures in crowds. Taverns are a great place to start adventures, I may be a little scared from pornshire but I think I'll be able to give it another shot.
Some of the funnest RPs I've had have simply been walking through a forest with a group of companions on some mundane "quest", gives you time to talk, develop character, orient yourself with your friends characters, and it makes taverns sooo much more rewarding!
Now to the mature stuff, I'm completely fine with any IC intimate encounters, sexual tension is fun and interesting. However, I don't feel it should be the main focus of a characters relationship with another character. Intimacy comes next to everything else, otherwise it would just be some weird outlet for lonely people...(sniffle) That was a joke, personally I'm indifferent to however everyone else prioritizes intimacy.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
1) Forsaken
I love how the forsaken join the horde only to further they're own wants, I love how they have a hatred for all living things. They are almost Nihilistic (in its true meaning) about the way they go about things. While playing on Moonguard, I was dissapointed by the number of...happy...and friendly forsaken. The kind hearted forsaken stuck in his wretched body who loves puppy dogs and flowers...blech.
2) Night Elves
The transition from Immortality to mortality bust be gut wrenching. The fate of the Kaldorei seems depressing, playing a Kaldorei who is desperately trying to attach purpose to a finite life is always fun.
3) Trolls
The tribal aspect makes things interesting, I don't know how to explain myself. They're cause for fighting is a noble one. They are just...fun to play haha.
4) Humans
Ocasionally I'll make a un-orthodox character such as a drunken homeless priest...just to lighten the mood...Humans work best for this haha. In all seriousness, when I'm not fixing to play a character with some psychological oddity, Humans make for great casual characters.
What are your expectations of this server?:
All I expect is a dedicated community of diverse characters
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
NO GODMODING! This should be obvious, but people will do it often, subtly. You know that one bad ass who can deflect any blow and cripple you with one of his own.
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!:
My grammar isn't perfect, I wish I had paid more attention in English.
Here is a slightly off putting story. It's not supposed to be funny, I'ts not supposed to be serious either. Quirky maybe? Unexpected, idk.
"Mecky lot, I'd be mindful of your drink"
"I've been looking at it for the past hour, hasn't gone anywhere" Fried slurred at his companion, furrowing his brow in annoyance.
"Hours not long enough for anyone to try anything funny. Else I'd mention something much earlier" Jehar said. His finger circled the rim of his mug thoughtfully as he fiddled with the oiled ends of his mustachio.
"Hours to long for any of us to be staying anywhere of this sort, bastard better hurry up" Fried hissed, his tone harsh with drunken annoyance. The tavern about the two companions was stirring as it's nightly patrons slowly began to pour in. Farmers mostly, a few had come from the surrounding city, characters as shady as their business. Luckily the Tavern was out of the way of principle trade, nothing too threatening was likely to pass by. The smell of sour ale, fresh bread, and stale smoke mixed together to form a nauseous aroma.
"Calm down, we're hardly into the evening and your already drunk...your going to draw attention. Besides, you knew he couldn't leave without seeing her. History aside, you aren't very tolerant of people and they're feelings are you?" Jehar smiled at Fried while dramatically sliding his two fingers off the tip of his proud mustachio. Fried lifted his arm off the sticky table and clumsily hailed a serving wench to refill his cup.
"We aren't here to be tolerant of anyone. We're definitely not here to stick our necks out so some kid can get his fill" He brought his arm back to the ale soaked table rather hard, gathering the attention of a few patrons. Jehar kicked his companion under the table, causing him to mutter angrily under his breath and turn his head down.
"Try to enjoy yourself in peace friend, once we leave we will be gone for quite some time." Jehar sighed. They sat for some time in silence. Jehar slouched lucidly in his chair, his prominent features and dark skin only betrayed by his passive demeanor. He had often times been described as a handsome sloth, he took kindly to the description and would often times muse himself a sloth, slouching about for hours, smilingly foolishly and pawing at anyone who dare approach. Sometimes he felt his slothish indifference was all that kept his companions from tearing each other's eyes out. Perhaps where they were going was unfit for a sloth, perhaps it would be the element he would revel in. Either way, he wasn't about to abandon this group of odd fellows any time soon.
Another hour passed, Fried appeared to have drifted off into a drunken slumber his fiery red hair sticking in mattes to the table. Tris had been gone for far to long, what was once 30 minutes had turned close to 3 hours. Jehar stood slowly, stretching his tired limbs as he savored the head rush. Looking down at Fried he contemplated rousing him but quickly decided against it, he deserved to rest in his stupor, besides he would only agitate whatever situation was sure to arise. He slowly ascended the stairs to the upper floors of the tavern, his green eyes meticulously observing his surroundings. After crossing a narrow dimly lit corridor lined with doors, he reached his destination. Pausing he listened carefully for any sounds within before softly knocking on the door. About half a minute passed without an answer before he took it upon himself to let himself in.
He stood in the door way, his eyes moving about the room. Everything was as it should be but for the bed and its occupants. On one side of the bed lay his companion, his mid section torn asunder by a nasty gash, his face shrouded by a blood soaked sheet. On the other side sat a young Kaldorei woman, her naked back was faced towards him, a sheet covering her lower body, head turned downwards. Her pointy ears twitched slightly in recognition of his presence. He did not act, he merely stood calmly in the doorway for some time focused on the bloody mess, Fried would have been up in arms.
"Are you going to try and kill me now?" The Kaldorei asked, her soft voice a stark contrast to the violent scene.
"No, I won't. Are you...her?" Jehar asked, his voice as cool as the night breeze which drifted in through the open window. He was more confused than angry. The girl laughed, tossing her head back so her silky white hair skittered across her naked back.
"I suppose I could be. Are you going to come in or not?" She said.
Jehar thought that an awfully strange thing to say, it only added to his confusion. He felt partially guilty as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He felt guilty for not immediately being stricken with grief. He walked towards the opposite end of the room to lean against the window, his eyes avoiding the naked elf as he opted to look out the window.
"So...what happened?" He asked.
"I warned him, then he did something stupid" she said flatly, he could feel her eyes on him as he watched the distant pines sway in the night wind.
"Come now, lets not be vague. You know I have no idea what your talking about." He said, slightly irritated at her snobbish ambiguity.
"I told him that I didn't want to see him again, then I saw him again." She sighed.
"Seems you two were around each other long enough to disrobe, why didn't you kill him immediately?" He asked, licking his mustachio in thought. Where would he go from here?
"I knew he was coming. I told him where I was, let him in, and we spent some time together..." She said. Jehar turned to face the Kaldorei for the first time, his eyes instinctively turning down to her breasts for a split second then to her face. He placed his hands on his hips in mock superiority, a sick attempt to make light of a gruesome situation.
"Soooo you warned him not to come back, then invite the poor lad back and kill him?" He quirked an eyebrow, refraining from either looking into the girls eyes or straying down to her naked body.
"Pretty much" She smiled, she must have noticed.
"Care to explain yourself?" He said
"I didn't want to see him again, but I wanted to see him one more time before I didn't want to see him again" she said in a ponderous tone.
"That...doesn't make much sense at all...is...that it?" He said, crossing his arms
"Thats it" She confirmed, nodding her head absently.
"You know...I spent close to a year with that fellow, we had something real big in mind. We've been there and back again for so long, I watched that young fellow turn into a man. Now, hes dead...just dead right over there" He pointed at the fellow, as if she was unaware of his presence.
"He sure is...do you feel like you wasted your time?" She asked mockingly, bouncing slightly on the bed. He pondered the thought of his time being wasted. You couldn't waste something you had no use for
"I suppose not. I do feel a little lost though...what do you suppose I should do?" He retrieved a heel of bread from his robes and took a bite.
"I don't know, go home?" She suggested as she shifted to lean on her arm.
"Home sounds good...what are you going to do?" He gestured at her with the heel of bread before taking another bite.
"Lay here for awhile, perhaps sleep here" she said. He stood there for awhile, staring at her in speculation. He shrugged and slowly made for the door.
"Fair enough."
"Hey, lets to this again some time" she cooed. He laughed at that as he stood once more in the door way.
"I doubt it, walking in on dead friends isn't my thing. Sex on top of dead friends isn't my thing either...if thats what you'r thinking?" He tossed the heel of bread at her, it thudded softly against her back leaving crumbs on her lavender skin.
"Nevermind, go home" She said dismissively. Jehar glided down the stairs with a new found liveliness, coming to a halt at the table which Fried drooled away on. He looked down at his old friend, he would probably never see him again. Withdrawing some crumbs from his robe he sprinkled them in his matted hair and casually strolled away from a years work of purpose into his new life of wandering bliss.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I'm not completely knowledgeable on Warcraft lore so I'll generally avoid getting into it. I know the basics though, not the dates or some of the names and extracurricular lore.
Well, thats actually a difficult question. I guess you could describe me as a passive, nihilistic, curious, kind hearted person. I've always had problems with describing myself. If you give me the chance, I'm sure you'll find a description of your own
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I live in the US, specifically Hawaii. Internet sucks out here. My primary language is English and I can speak specks of German.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Well a friend was urging me to get into it about 4 years ago. I was resistant at first, I had heard rumors of the game being addicting and didn't need another reason to be cooped up inside. I didn't actually play Warcraft 3 until I started playing WoW, but I'll get to that in a bit
So I did the whole 14 day trial thing...and boy was I addicted. At the time, I totally sucked at MMORPGs so I was grinding almost the entire time, but the world! The world was beautiful! Adventuring about Mulgore, learning the bits and pieces of story, killing ostriches! I was truly able to escape into another world. Thats all I play video games for anyhow.
So how I got BACK into WoW. A different friend urged me to play and I tried to tell him that the last time I had played, I was completely addicted for 14 days. He assured me I would't be addicted but...yah :/ that leads into how I started RPing on WoW.
So after going through my second run of WoW I decided I should check out Warcraft 3, just for the story and what not. I didn't play through much, but made up for it by reading allot of back story.
What made you seek our server over others? (or How did you find us?):
Searched "Free WoW Server RP" and poof! Despite what all my friends said, IT DOES EXIST!
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Aaaah, I'm not a very combat oriented RPr, I will occasionally get into a small IC scuffle, but nothing on the caliber of swords and magic.
I most enjoy taverns, and adventures in crowds. Taverns are a great place to start adventures, I may be a little scared from pornshire but I think I'll be able to give it another shot.
Some of the funnest RPs I've had have simply been walking through a forest with a group of companions on some mundane "quest", gives you time to talk, develop character, orient yourself with your friends characters, and it makes taverns sooo much more rewarding!
Now to the mature stuff, I'm completely fine with any IC intimate encounters, sexual tension is fun and interesting. However, I don't feel it should be the main focus of a characters relationship with another character. Intimacy comes next to everything else, otherwise it would just be some weird outlet for lonely people...(sniffle) That was a joke, personally I'm indifferent to however everyone else prioritizes intimacy.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
1) Forsaken
I love how the forsaken join the horde only to further they're own wants, I love how they have a hatred for all living things. They are almost Nihilistic (in its true meaning) about the way they go about things. While playing on Moonguard, I was dissapointed by the number of...happy...and friendly forsaken. The kind hearted forsaken stuck in his wretched body who loves puppy dogs and flowers...blech.
2) Night Elves
The transition from Immortality to mortality bust be gut wrenching. The fate of the Kaldorei seems depressing, playing a Kaldorei who is desperately trying to attach purpose to a finite life is always fun.
3) Trolls
The tribal aspect makes things interesting, I don't know how to explain myself. They're cause for fighting is a noble one. They are just...fun to play haha.
4) Humans
Ocasionally I'll make a un-orthodox character such as a drunken homeless priest...just to lighten the mood...Humans work best for this haha. In all seriousness, when I'm not fixing to play a character with some psychological oddity, Humans make for great casual characters.
What are your expectations of this server?:
All I expect is a dedicated community of diverse characters
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
NO GODMODING! This should be obvious, but people will do it often, subtly. You know that one bad ass who can deflect any blow and cripple you with one of his own.
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!:
My grammar isn't perfect, I wish I had paid more attention in English.
Here is a slightly off putting story. It's not supposed to be funny, I'ts not supposed to be serious either. Quirky maybe? Unexpected, idk.
"Mecky lot, I'd be mindful of your drink"
"I've been looking at it for the past hour, hasn't gone anywhere" Fried slurred at his companion, furrowing his brow in annoyance.
"Hours not long enough for anyone to try anything funny. Else I'd mention something much earlier" Jehar said. His finger circled the rim of his mug thoughtfully as he fiddled with the oiled ends of his mustachio.
"Hours to long for any of us to be staying anywhere of this sort, bastard better hurry up" Fried hissed, his tone harsh with drunken annoyance. The tavern about the two companions was stirring as it's nightly patrons slowly began to pour in. Farmers mostly, a few had come from the surrounding city, characters as shady as their business. Luckily the Tavern was out of the way of principle trade, nothing too threatening was likely to pass by. The smell of sour ale, fresh bread, and stale smoke mixed together to form a nauseous aroma.
"Calm down, we're hardly into the evening and your already drunk...your going to draw attention. Besides, you knew he couldn't leave without seeing her. History aside, you aren't very tolerant of people and they're feelings are you?" Jehar smiled at Fried while dramatically sliding his two fingers off the tip of his proud mustachio. Fried lifted his arm off the sticky table and clumsily hailed a serving wench to refill his cup.
"We aren't here to be tolerant of anyone. We're definitely not here to stick our necks out so some kid can get his fill" He brought his arm back to the ale soaked table rather hard, gathering the attention of a few patrons. Jehar kicked his companion under the table, causing him to mutter angrily under his breath and turn his head down.
"Try to enjoy yourself in peace friend, once we leave we will be gone for quite some time." Jehar sighed. They sat for some time in silence. Jehar slouched lucidly in his chair, his prominent features and dark skin only betrayed by his passive demeanor. He had often times been described as a handsome sloth, he took kindly to the description and would often times muse himself a sloth, slouching about for hours, smilingly foolishly and pawing at anyone who dare approach. Sometimes he felt his slothish indifference was all that kept his companions from tearing each other's eyes out. Perhaps where they were going was unfit for a sloth, perhaps it would be the element he would revel in. Either way, he wasn't about to abandon this group of odd fellows any time soon.
Another hour passed, Fried appeared to have drifted off into a drunken slumber his fiery red hair sticking in mattes to the table. Tris had been gone for far to long, what was once 30 minutes had turned close to 3 hours. Jehar stood slowly, stretching his tired limbs as he savored the head rush. Looking down at Fried he contemplated rousing him but quickly decided against it, he deserved to rest in his stupor, besides he would only agitate whatever situation was sure to arise. He slowly ascended the stairs to the upper floors of the tavern, his green eyes meticulously observing his surroundings. After crossing a narrow dimly lit corridor lined with doors, he reached his destination. Pausing he listened carefully for any sounds within before softly knocking on the door. About half a minute passed without an answer before he took it upon himself to let himself in.
He stood in the door way, his eyes moving about the room. Everything was as it should be but for the bed and its occupants. On one side of the bed lay his companion, his mid section torn asunder by a nasty gash, his face shrouded by a blood soaked sheet. On the other side sat a young Kaldorei woman, her naked back was faced towards him, a sheet covering her lower body, head turned downwards. Her pointy ears twitched slightly in recognition of his presence. He did not act, he merely stood calmly in the doorway for some time focused on the bloody mess, Fried would have been up in arms.
"Are you going to try and kill me now?" The Kaldorei asked, her soft voice a stark contrast to the violent scene.
"No, I won't. Are you...her?" Jehar asked, his voice as cool as the night breeze which drifted in through the open window. He was more confused than angry. The girl laughed, tossing her head back so her silky white hair skittered across her naked back.
"I suppose I could be. Are you going to come in or not?" She said.
Jehar thought that an awfully strange thing to say, it only added to his confusion. He felt partially guilty as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He felt guilty for not immediately being stricken with grief. He walked towards the opposite end of the room to lean against the window, his eyes avoiding the naked elf as he opted to look out the window.
"So...what happened?" He asked.
"I warned him, then he did something stupid" she said flatly, he could feel her eyes on him as he watched the distant pines sway in the night wind.
"Come now, lets not be vague. You know I have no idea what your talking about." He said, slightly irritated at her snobbish ambiguity.
"I told him that I didn't want to see him again, then I saw him again." She sighed.
"Seems you two were around each other long enough to disrobe, why didn't you kill him immediately?" He asked, licking his mustachio in thought. Where would he go from here?
"I knew he was coming. I told him where I was, let him in, and we spent some time together..." She said. Jehar turned to face the Kaldorei for the first time, his eyes instinctively turning down to her breasts for a split second then to her face. He placed his hands on his hips in mock superiority, a sick attempt to make light of a gruesome situation.
"Soooo you warned him not to come back, then invite the poor lad back and kill him?" He quirked an eyebrow, refraining from either looking into the girls eyes or straying down to her naked body.
"Pretty much" She smiled, she must have noticed.
"Care to explain yourself?" He said
"I didn't want to see him again, but I wanted to see him one more time before I didn't want to see him again" she said in a ponderous tone.
"That...doesn't make much sense at all...is...that it?" He said, crossing his arms
"Thats it" She confirmed, nodding her head absently.
"You know...I spent close to a year with that fellow, we had something real big in mind. We've been there and back again for so long, I watched that young fellow turn into a man. Now, hes dead...just dead right over there" He pointed at the fellow, as if she was unaware of his presence.
"He sure is...do you feel like you wasted your time?" She asked mockingly, bouncing slightly on the bed. He pondered the thought of his time being wasted. You couldn't waste something you had no use for
"I suppose not. I do feel a little lost though...what do you suppose I should do?" He retrieved a heel of bread from his robes and took a bite.
"I don't know, go home?" She suggested as she shifted to lean on her arm.
"Home sounds good...what are you going to do?" He gestured at her with the heel of bread before taking another bite.
"Lay here for awhile, perhaps sleep here" she said. He stood there for awhile, staring at her in speculation. He shrugged and slowly made for the door.
"Fair enough."
"Hey, lets to this again some time" she cooed. He laughed at that as he stood once more in the door way.
"I doubt it, walking in on dead friends isn't my thing. Sex on top of dead friends isn't my thing either...if thats what you'r thinking?" He tossed the heel of bread at her, it thudded softly against her back leaving crumbs on her lavender skin.
"Nevermind, go home" She said dismissively. Jehar glided down the stairs with a new found liveliness, coming to a halt at the table which Fried drooled away on. He looked down at his old friend, he would probably never see him again. Withdrawing some crumbs from his robe he sprinkled them in his matted hair and casually strolled away from a years work of purpose into his new life of wandering bliss.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I'm not completely knowledgeable on Warcraft lore so I'll generally avoid getting into it. I know the basics though, not the dates or some of the names and extracurricular lore.