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First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
Hi everyone! I'm a longtime gamer and online RPer, and I play pen and paper games pretty regularly (and more video games than I probably should...) I'm generally very agreeable, friendly, maybe a little shy. I'm not much into voice chat, so if anyone asks I'm probably going to hem and haw about it...I'm transgendered, and I really hate when people hear my voice and think I'm a guy D:
I'm very techy, too, currently studying for my CCENT and A+ certifications with the hope of landing a legitimate job in IT, and ditching the full-time housewife routine, but in the meantime I have plenty of time to play.
Anyway, I'm an open book about pretty much my entire life, and I love to meet new people!

What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I currently live in the USA, but I've spent some time in London and am looking to relocate. I speak mostly-fluent English, and a little bit of Spanish and Japanese.


How did you get into Warcraft?:
I am an oldschool Warcraft player. I grew up on the original Orcs & Humans and have played every Warcraft-licensed game since. I've never been particularly -good- at any of them, mind...


How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
My tabletop group is scattered to the four winds at the moment, and I have been itching to roleplay, so a quick google search turned up a plethora of RP-based servers. CotH seemed to have the best community, so I thought I'd give it a go.


What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I am mostly into heavy-RP environments. If there were a way to do dungeons in full-character, I would. All in all my online RP experience has spread through light-RP to some slightly more...unique pursuits.


What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I was raised on heroic epics and greek myths, so I will always have a soft spot for classical fighter/warrior types, challenging incredible odds with some outside help. The monomyth is my guilty pleasure as a writer.
Also dwarves. All of the dwarves forever. Honor, duty, family, and friendships that span generations. Also deep-voiced rumbly, morose singing (drool.)

What are your expectations of this server?:
Really I'm not sure what to expect. My Warcraft lore can be a little bit shaky at times, so I am hoping the community won't be too hard on me until I get my sea-legs! Or...dwarf-legs...


Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
I love this question, it makes sure everyone has read the rules. As meta as this answer is, I think that is the policy I like the most. I guess that's kind of a dismissive response, though, so I'll say my favorite is the policy on "tantrum exits." It made me chuckle a bit when I read it. As a tabletop gamer, I think every campaign I've ever run or played in has had a player do exactly that, but in real life.


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!:
Well, here's a sample from the short sci-fi story I'm working on (I hope that's okay. If it's not, I'll write something else!)

Quote:
Theo had never felt so sick in his life.

Sitting upright with his knees pulled up against his chest, he had to take great care not to lose the meager lunch he had been given, and the restraints on his neck and wrists kept him from getting comfortable. The floor was cold underneath him, and lurched every once in awhile. He sighed.

Sharing the small hold with him were eleven or twelve others, mostly colonists from the mids like himself, though there were a pair of Fel'dir women and a very sick-looking Draconneth as well. All were similarly restrained, and from the number of welts pushing through the Draconneth's scales, they'd had to pay special attention to him to keep him in line.

At the far ends of the small prison were heavy-looking mechanical doors printed with ISA-style sector numbers. One end read “S-5,” and the other was “S-6.” That meant it was a small ship, with only six bulkheads from stem to stern – assuming the cargo hold in which he was presently incarcerated was at the rear of the vessel. It also meant that this was a stolen ship, considering the gentlemen who had escorted him onboard had not been authorized ISA personnel.

That opened his options a little bit.

When he finished gulping down whatever mess had been trying to escape his stomach, he tested the restraints a little, finding that they had about an inch of give in any direction. They clinked when he tugged, which meant chains or some other kind of metal. Not bad, but not great. It could have been worse. Chains could be broken, but breaking out of magnetic locks required a power outage.

The S-5 door opened suddenly and Theo played dead. From where his head was hanging, he saw black boots reinforced with metallic plates plod into the middle of the hold. He could hear wheezing breath – an old man, or maybe a nonhuman with human-sized feet and unusual breathing – and the jangle of something metallic. A keyring? There was no way anyone, slaver or not, was stupid enough to use actual keys anymore, was there? The set of heavy boots turned around and left through the same doorway, leaving the prisoners to their own devices again.

A raspy whisper came from alongside Theo, “Hey, human.”

Theo turned as far as he could and could almost make out a few strands of white hair. He strained to see the speaker.

“Hey, human,” came the voice again.

Theo groaned, “I heard you, I'm just trying to be quiet.”

“Why?” asked the whisper.

“Wh-” Theo started, but decided against the snarky response. “Because we're prisoners, and we don't want our captors to put us to sleep again. I've already lost most of my lunch from sedatives.”

The whisper sounded impressed. “Whoa, prisoners, eh? I had a hunch.”

“Er, yes, the manacles and collars didn't clue you in? Slavers, I think.”

With a hoarse laugh, the whisper conceded, “It could've been, but then that's not the only kind of people what collars you, if you know what I mean, eh?”

Theo did know what he meant, and was entirely sure he didn't want to strike up a conversation on the subject, so he switched gears. “What's your name, stranger?” he asked.

“Mace,” replied the voice, “Torik Mace.”

“Oh, so you are Varani. I thought you might be.”

Mace seemed surprised. “How'd you tell?”

Clearly Mace wasn't winning any awards for intellect. “The insightful wisdom, mostly.”

“What are you in for?” Mace asked honestly.

“What am I-” Theo was incredulous. “I'm not 'in' for anything, Mace. I'm a prisoner on a slave ship. I'm human cargo. You are too, I'm afraid.”

With genuine distress, Mace asked, “So we're not goin off to a cushy pris somewheres?”

Theo chuckled. “No, my new friend. We're going off to work in a mine, if we're very, very lucky. Really it depends on whether these are high-class slavers or not. Equally likely they'll just throw us in a big pit and feed us to some horrible space-monster.”

Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I can't honestly say I have any other questions that haven't already been answered by reading up on the forums! I hope to see you all online soon!
Howdy Phantom Flow-... Ghostlily. Name's Xigo, I'm a GM over here on CotH.

I can't help but admit to curiousity as to what these other RPs were. Sounds like a story! Still, if you got any questions for us, don't be afraid to contact a GM in-game or through PMs.

I suggest taking a look at our rules, policiesand these, to steal a phrase from my fellow New Yorker, "swelltastic" guides as a way to get a feel for our server.

Hope you enjoy your stay!