07-21-2009, 02:57 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
I am a relatively experienced RPer, as I've been RPing on WoW for a little over a year. However, I am prone to slow leveling as I am known for making a TON of alts. I love the RP involved with a new character.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
US of A. English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Erm...I went to Fry's and said "Hey, that looks fun!" And thus, the addiction began.
What made you seek our server over others?:
My boyfriend tempted me with the prospect of inter-faction RP.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I love all different types of RP. Most of all, in groups, having to do with some sort of conflict.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I love blood elf pallies. I always feel so powerful playing them for some reason beyond me.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I expect it to be quiet, but fun! I'm thrilled about the "no godmodder" concept. I think that one sold me.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Godmoding and metagaming being banned.
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!:
She was beautiful, Jabra'jurin could admit, but in a harsh way. Her features sharp, her complexion ghostly white from lack of proper sun, and those piercing blue eyes that screamed murder. Her ice blue hair was long and jagged, framing her face unevenly. And Katrik's armour was at least three sizes too large, designed for a man. It was a miracle she had the strength to move in it, nonetheless fight.
The young woman (for it can now be seen that she was no older than seventeen) reached for her axe. A split second too late, Jabra'jurin realized she had only graced him with her sight so he could see his killer before he died.
The troll fell to his face in utter admiration. "She has graced me with true sight! I, her servant, may gaze upon the true face of the Blood Godess before my death at her hand!"
For the second time in less than five minutes, Katrik was at an utter loss for words. She grunted, threw down her battle-axe to the barren ground before her, and crossed her arms.
"Get up, you fool."
Jabra'jurin tilted his head upwards, with eyes full of amazement. "You are not hear to feast on my blood?"
Katrik rolled her ice blue eyes, before returning to glaring at him. "I refuse to fight an unarmed coward."
This was one of the few values the Leiutenant held. She had been spared from certain death as a child, and this troll was hardly any different from a child himself. He was weak, and spineless. The corded muscles that ran across his arms and back clearly were from manual labour, not from battle. But those same arms bore a number of thin scars, from the blade of a sword. It was an uneven match. Katrik could take down this troll without a bat of her eyes.
The troll remained on the ground, now gazing up at Katrik. "Your slave thanks you, my godess."
The young woman narrowed her eyes, deeply considering picking up her axe now. "Never say that to me again. I am not your godess. I am a soldier. A Leiutenant."
"Your Gr--Your Leiutenantness has come down from the Immortal Throne to fight for the Horde? Sh-He is more generous than I have ever imagined! It is an honour to be slave to one so mighty!"
"Shut up, you babbling fool. You do not amuse me," said the "godess" in her ice-cold tone. "But regardless I must ask how you know of me."
The troll widened his own cerulean eyes, raising himself from the humble bow he had previously held. "You came to me in a dream, Your Leutenantness. It is my destiny to serve you."
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
(This can be anything. Questions/Comments are always welcome.)
This sounds mildly ridiculous, but I must ask. This server is "Conquest of the Horde". Are Alliance players in a bit of short supply?
I am a relatively experienced RPer, as I've been RPing on WoW for a little over a year. However, I am prone to slow leveling as I am known for making a TON of alts. I love the RP involved with a new character.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
US of A. English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Erm...I went to Fry's and said "Hey, that looks fun!" And thus, the addiction began.
What made you seek our server over others?:
My boyfriend tempted me with the prospect of inter-faction RP.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I love all different types of RP. Most of all, in groups, having to do with some sort of conflict.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I love blood elf pallies. I always feel so powerful playing them for some reason beyond me.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I expect it to be quiet, but fun! I'm thrilled about the "no godmodder" concept. I think that one sold me.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Godmoding and metagaming being banned.
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!:
She was beautiful, Jabra'jurin could admit, but in a harsh way. Her features sharp, her complexion ghostly white from lack of proper sun, and those piercing blue eyes that screamed murder. Her ice blue hair was long and jagged, framing her face unevenly. And Katrik's armour was at least three sizes too large, designed for a man. It was a miracle she had the strength to move in it, nonetheless fight.
The young woman (for it can now be seen that she was no older than seventeen) reached for her axe. A split second too late, Jabra'jurin realized she had only graced him with her sight so he could see his killer before he died.
The troll fell to his face in utter admiration. "She has graced me with true sight! I, her servant, may gaze upon the true face of the Blood Godess before my death at her hand!"
For the second time in less than five minutes, Katrik was at an utter loss for words. She grunted, threw down her battle-axe to the barren ground before her, and crossed her arms.
"Get up, you fool."
Jabra'jurin tilted his head upwards, with eyes full of amazement. "You are not hear to feast on my blood?"
Katrik rolled her ice blue eyes, before returning to glaring at him. "I refuse to fight an unarmed coward."
This was one of the few values the Leiutenant held. She had been spared from certain death as a child, and this troll was hardly any different from a child himself. He was weak, and spineless. The corded muscles that ran across his arms and back clearly were from manual labour, not from battle. But those same arms bore a number of thin scars, from the blade of a sword. It was an uneven match. Katrik could take down this troll without a bat of her eyes.
The troll remained on the ground, now gazing up at Katrik. "Your slave thanks you, my godess."
The young woman narrowed her eyes, deeply considering picking up her axe now. "Never say that to me again. I am not your godess. I am a soldier. A Leiutenant."
"Your Gr--Your Leiutenantness has come down from the Immortal Throne to fight for the Horde? Sh-He is more generous than I have ever imagined! It is an honour to be slave to one so mighty!"
"Shut up, you babbling fool. You do not amuse me," said the "godess" in her ice-cold tone. "But regardless I must ask how you know of me."
The troll widened his own cerulean eyes, raising himself from the humble bow he had previously held. "You came to me in a dream, Your Leutenantness. It is my destiny to serve you."
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
(This can be anything. Questions/Comments are always welcome.)
This sounds mildly ridiculous, but I must ask. This server is "Conquest of the Horde". Are Alliance players in a bit of short supply?