12-29-2009, 02:23 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
As a player I like to be fair, I like to see rules followed and I try to politely remind those who do not follow them (but I don't act like the enforcer). I have been playing WoW for four years now and have Roleplayed for the same amount of time. My characters are always well thought out in their background and personality - I like to add a little of my own persona into theirs, so I can better connect! But I don't give them a whole lifetimes worth of background - just growing up and to their current position. Then I grow them from there.
I have done most types of roleplay and do not metagame, godmod, or create OP characters - I have had a dragon character in the past but she was still completely destroyable and that is, in fact, how she died. She was only a drake. I didn't enjoy her much...
I love to have fun with my roleplay and my characters are typically very eccentric and sometimes even outgoing, but they all have some dirty little secret that causes a twitch or a strange habit. Something I hope makes people wish to know more about my characters.
I love small details and relationship building in game, and I do love acting in pre-determined role plays that are reminiscent of D&D where the GM gives everybody a role to play, and we act out stories.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I come from the US and my main language is English, though I can speak a little spanish.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
i got into Warcraft via my own research. I had played the Star Wars Online game - until the company changed... Then it was REALLY bad!! So I went in search of a new past time and came across Warcraft. All the fantasy I could want and - at the same time - none of the bad publicity like Star Wars. It looked perfect!
So I bought the game and got right to it. My first character was a Tauren (my favorite from the battle chess games), all black with green eyes and she was a hunter (mostly for the sake of being able to tame beasts! I am quite an animal lover).
And all of a sudden I couldn't quit! So here I am four years later, very content with the same game.
What made you seek our server over others?:
I was researching private Roleplay servers, seeing how the RP on retail has been... Lacking of late. This was my first search result. I did all the research - and even went over WoW lore once more to make sure I was correct in all my data. Looked around a bit on the forums, did some sniffing through posts too see the general attitude... And I was very pleased. This server holds a lot of promise!
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
i enjoy roleplay differently depending on my current character... Say for example I am on my battle druid. I am in a guild of warriors and the code is one of Honor in battle - but also righteousness. Though she is anything BUT a righteous force due to her upbringing, she is a valiant and brave warrior who prefers to work with a small group of close friends gained over time as they fought side by side.
If I am on my shy draenei huntress then perhaps instead I would like to stay with a large group where she can hide away, waiting for a moment to poke her shiny little hooves in and find someone to chat with who seems calmer then the rest in the fray of voices a large gathering often brings. She is VERY adventurous though - and prefers to hunt with maybe one of two friends.
Maybe on my old Tauren huntress I would choose a relaxing day near the lake. Fishing with her loyal companion at her side, and many of her good friends to keep good company.
It varies but I am definitely up for anything!
P.S. ...The RP of the acting as I stated too early as well!
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
My favorite race/class COMBONATIONS may be my Night Elf Druidess, or my Draenei Huntress. And alone my favorite race is draenei while my favorite class Druid.
I probably love these so much because I am Pagan, in part! The idea of those roles is just awesome and they hold a lot of strength. The druid is also VERY lore oriented.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I expect the roleplay to be good and active, the players to be at least active enough so I won't get on one day and be the only player (as this has happened before to my great displeasure), and I expect that the staff will be polite and respectful, as I shall definitely be showing them the same.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Ahh... the Grief rule... How I LOATHE griefers... I feel this falls deeply into the maturity and respect rules. No mean No. Stop does not in any way, shape, or form mean GO... And When somebody has had enough just LEAVE them BE.
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!:
The Exorcism By Kat J.
As the horn sounded, the silence that followed was eerily engulfing and left the eleven in the room that night tense, each holding their breath and grasping the parchment in their hands firmly.
Sweat gathered in their palms as the frail women lie tightly bound on the table in the center of the room, the ten other men and women standing forming a circle about her.
"Are you ready?" asked the high priestess, simple robes flowing elegantly from her body and to the floor, sweeping as she stepped to check the ties and knots once more.
"Yes. I am. I'm ready." replied the woman, her breath light as her heart beat hard in her chest.
With a few light steps backwards, and a sweep of her hand, the priestess opened the tome in her hands and flitted lightly to a page with a threadbare, red woolen marker placed between in and its neighbor.
"Let this circle now be sacred, and protected." she announced, and then blew the twisted animal horn in her hand again, jewels in a hundred places with delicately crafted ancient runes of silver adorning it in several places.
The windows in the room were all bolted shut, and the door was closed and barred. Each person had a ceremonial robe, gray with brown stitching, fitting loosely in rich folds about the body. As the priestess lifted the book and lowered her eyes to read, they bent their heads to their parchment, waiting for her to begin.
For a moment, the quiet was deafening... And then the priestess' lips parted and words flowed like a steady stream from them.
And in a mad rush of movement, before the first three words were even complete in her throat, the bolted windows cracked and flew upon, shattered pane flying about the room and swiping the priestess across the cheek. She cries, falls to her knees, and then quickly recovers as the nine continue to read, and she leads once more, the glass shattering to the floor.
Fear is evident on the faces of all there except for the women bound on the table. She has thrown back her head, eyes rolling, teeth grinding, squirming awkwardly as she writhes about. A groaning rises on the wind as it bellows indignantly throughout the room, howling sharply against the ears of the readers so that they couldn't hear themselves think. As one body, they raised their voices just above the gale, reading on, in perfect, terrified union.
A shriek announces its arrival. A shriek so inhuman, so unnatural, yet familiar - the same scream you here in your darkest of nightmares. The kind you beg to be woken from... The kind that leave you in a cold sweat when you awaken. And surely they all felt this too, as beads of fear ran down the faces of the readers.
They continue defiantly, the priestess reading with all her might, heart pounding against her ribcage as a ghastly figure begins to siphon from the bound woman's throat, shocks of black and white mingling in the cloud of storm gray. Her eyes widen as she glances up, and hastily she returns them to the pages, reading with renewed fervor.
The figure thickens in the air, the gusts of wind raging about the room as the smell of ash and decay rises seemingly from the floor. The bound woman falls limp, head resting to one side at a strange angle, blood trickling from the side of her plump pink lips. Her dark brown eyes rest partway open as the darkness consumes her mind and wrests her far from consciousness.
It fidgets over its host, the tail of the gaseous cloud extending from the nose and mouth of the woman. It gazes impatiently from slitted yellow eyes, a thick green substance oozing out of every body part that forms from the cloud, as it becomes more solid, being pulled aggressively by the holy exorcism being performed. The priestess keeps her eyes focused on the paper, and the whole of the group reads faster and more feverishly as the time continues onward, seconds turning to hours.
Fear fills the room - it pleases this demon creature, as it descends slowly form its elevated place to on top of its host, long claws hanging from ten fingers, and ten toes, unsettlingly human in form. A short, thick, angry snout appears with brutish eyes settled above, thick slime of a disgusting smell dripping from its gaping maw.
Near to the end of the exorcism, and the demon has only been brought out to view. Obviously its power has been underestimated. The priestess, knowing she stands out among the others, knowing she is a target already, steps forward boldly, raising a hand and crying out the will of her god to damn this foul being back to the abyss from which it came.
Grinning with a sneer of prejudice, the hulking form of the demon rises and jumps with a heavy thud from the table, leaving his host behind to stand over the priestess as she begins to shake, cursing the demon to return to his hell and leave this plane. The beast snarls, lumpy gray skin, cracked like old stone, protesting as would a falling boulder as it lifts its heavy arm, a grotesque hand hanging on the end of the limb, the nails yellow and fetid. Standing several feet over the priestess, it grasps her about the waste and throws her to the ground, the book flying from her hands as she crashes down.
The circle falters, and the demon suddenly seems thicker, less translucent, as it turns around in an agonizingly slow manner to face the rest of the party. It gnashes thick, ugly yellow teeth in a morbidly twisted jaw, flaring short, flat nostrils on it's big ugly head. Within seconds it has torn the nearest reader into a bloody, crumpled mess on the floor.
It follows suite with all, and as the last try to flee, desperate for their lives, it pounces as a cat would while playing with a mouse, bashing them against the walls and floor and ceiling, twisting necks, breaking bones, slicing veins. Blood pours into a warm, thick mess on the floor, mingling with the smell of decay and the sickening ooze from the demon.
It grins all to humanly at its handiwork, the wind dying down, the moaning fading away as each reader dies. But not the priestess, no... It walks back to her, as she begins to waken from the bash to her head, and she cries out in pain from her broken bones and crushed organs.
It picks her up by the neck like a toy, waving her back and forth, squeezing tighter. Blood trickles from her neck, nose, and ears. A look of terror and one of joy is exchanged from priestess to demon - and it crushes her throat. She falls to the floor, gurgling, convulsing, clawing at her broken throat with blood pouring from the wound... The seconds once again draw out agonizingly, the demon watching her die a horrid death in a macabre thrill...
Her eyes roll back in her head, her body writhes awkwardly, and she falls still, the sickly gurgling coming to its final ending.
With a twist of its already gruesome face, the demon turns and begins to dissipate into a stormy cloud with the same ooze dripping out of the pores of the demon as it dissolves. Then slowly, with a sickening sucking sound, the demon returns down the throat and nose of the woman.
The Exorcism has failed.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
If you haven't yet picked it up from the story - I love the macabre, dark and often looked down upon sort of things/acts/habits/etc.... Things that people try to avoid out of fear - I LOVE to further investigate! WHY does it bother them so much...?
You will often find my characters with the same sort of disturbed interest! Don't worry... I don't bite!
Much.
As a player I like to be fair, I like to see rules followed and I try to politely remind those who do not follow them (but I don't act like the enforcer). I have been playing WoW for four years now and have Roleplayed for the same amount of time. My characters are always well thought out in their background and personality - I like to add a little of my own persona into theirs, so I can better connect! But I don't give them a whole lifetimes worth of background - just growing up and to their current position. Then I grow them from there.
I have done most types of roleplay and do not metagame, godmod, or create OP characters - I have had a dragon character in the past but she was still completely destroyable and that is, in fact, how she died. She was only a drake. I didn't enjoy her much...
I love to have fun with my roleplay and my characters are typically very eccentric and sometimes even outgoing, but they all have some dirty little secret that causes a twitch or a strange habit. Something I hope makes people wish to know more about my characters.
I love small details and relationship building in game, and I do love acting in pre-determined role plays that are reminiscent of D&D where the GM gives everybody a role to play, and we act out stories.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I come from the US and my main language is English, though I can speak a little spanish.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
i got into Warcraft via my own research. I had played the Star Wars Online game - until the company changed... Then it was REALLY bad!! So I went in search of a new past time and came across Warcraft. All the fantasy I could want and - at the same time - none of the bad publicity like Star Wars. It looked perfect!
So I bought the game and got right to it. My first character was a Tauren (my favorite from the battle chess games), all black with green eyes and she was a hunter (mostly for the sake of being able to tame beasts! I am quite an animal lover).
And all of a sudden I couldn't quit! So here I am four years later, very content with the same game.
What made you seek our server over others?:
I was researching private Roleplay servers, seeing how the RP on retail has been... Lacking of late. This was my first search result. I did all the research - and even went over WoW lore once more to make sure I was correct in all my data. Looked around a bit on the forums, did some sniffing through posts too see the general attitude... And I was very pleased. This server holds a lot of promise!
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
i enjoy roleplay differently depending on my current character... Say for example I am on my battle druid. I am in a guild of warriors and the code is one of Honor in battle - but also righteousness. Though she is anything BUT a righteous force due to her upbringing, she is a valiant and brave warrior who prefers to work with a small group of close friends gained over time as they fought side by side.
If I am on my shy draenei huntress then perhaps instead I would like to stay with a large group where she can hide away, waiting for a moment to poke her shiny little hooves in and find someone to chat with who seems calmer then the rest in the fray of voices a large gathering often brings. She is VERY adventurous though - and prefers to hunt with maybe one of two friends.
Maybe on my old Tauren huntress I would choose a relaxing day near the lake. Fishing with her loyal companion at her side, and many of her good friends to keep good company.
It varies but I am definitely up for anything!
P.S. ...The RP of the acting as I stated too early as well!
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
My favorite race/class COMBONATIONS may be my Night Elf Druidess, or my Draenei Huntress. And alone my favorite race is draenei while my favorite class Druid.
I probably love these so much because I am Pagan, in part! The idea of those roles is just awesome and they hold a lot of strength. The druid is also VERY lore oriented.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I expect the roleplay to be good and active, the players to be at least active enough so I won't get on one day and be the only player (as this has happened before to my great displeasure), and I expect that the staff will be polite and respectful, as I shall definitely be showing them the same.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Ahh... the Grief rule... How I LOATHE griefers... I feel this falls deeply into the maturity and respect rules. No mean No. Stop does not in any way, shape, or form mean GO... And When somebody has had enough just LEAVE them BE.
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!:
The Exorcism By Kat J.
As the horn sounded, the silence that followed was eerily engulfing and left the eleven in the room that night tense, each holding their breath and grasping the parchment in their hands firmly.
Sweat gathered in their palms as the frail women lie tightly bound on the table in the center of the room, the ten other men and women standing forming a circle about her.
"Are you ready?" asked the high priestess, simple robes flowing elegantly from her body and to the floor, sweeping as she stepped to check the ties and knots once more.
"Yes. I am. I'm ready." replied the woman, her breath light as her heart beat hard in her chest.
With a few light steps backwards, and a sweep of her hand, the priestess opened the tome in her hands and flitted lightly to a page with a threadbare, red woolen marker placed between in and its neighbor.
"Let this circle now be sacred, and protected." she announced, and then blew the twisted animal horn in her hand again, jewels in a hundred places with delicately crafted ancient runes of silver adorning it in several places.
The windows in the room were all bolted shut, and the door was closed and barred. Each person had a ceremonial robe, gray with brown stitching, fitting loosely in rich folds about the body. As the priestess lifted the book and lowered her eyes to read, they bent their heads to their parchment, waiting for her to begin.
For a moment, the quiet was deafening... And then the priestess' lips parted and words flowed like a steady stream from them.
And in a mad rush of movement, before the first three words were even complete in her throat, the bolted windows cracked and flew upon, shattered pane flying about the room and swiping the priestess across the cheek. She cries, falls to her knees, and then quickly recovers as the nine continue to read, and she leads once more, the glass shattering to the floor.
Fear is evident on the faces of all there except for the women bound on the table. She has thrown back her head, eyes rolling, teeth grinding, squirming awkwardly as she writhes about. A groaning rises on the wind as it bellows indignantly throughout the room, howling sharply against the ears of the readers so that they couldn't hear themselves think. As one body, they raised their voices just above the gale, reading on, in perfect, terrified union.
A shriek announces its arrival. A shriek so inhuman, so unnatural, yet familiar - the same scream you here in your darkest of nightmares. The kind you beg to be woken from... The kind that leave you in a cold sweat when you awaken. And surely they all felt this too, as beads of fear ran down the faces of the readers.
They continue defiantly, the priestess reading with all her might, heart pounding against her ribcage as a ghastly figure begins to siphon from the bound woman's throat, shocks of black and white mingling in the cloud of storm gray. Her eyes widen as she glances up, and hastily she returns them to the pages, reading with renewed fervor.
The figure thickens in the air, the gusts of wind raging about the room as the smell of ash and decay rises seemingly from the floor. The bound woman falls limp, head resting to one side at a strange angle, blood trickling from the side of her plump pink lips. Her dark brown eyes rest partway open as the darkness consumes her mind and wrests her far from consciousness.
It fidgets over its host, the tail of the gaseous cloud extending from the nose and mouth of the woman. It gazes impatiently from slitted yellow eyes, a thick green substance oozing out of every body part that forms from the cloud, as it becomes more solid, being pulled aggressively by the holy exorcism being performed. The priestess keeps her eyes focused on the paper, and the whole of the group reads faster and more feverishly as the time continues onward, seconds turning to hours.
Fear fills the room - it pleases this demon creature, as it descends slowly form its elevated place to on top of its host, long claws hanging from ten fingers, and ten toes, unsettlingly human in form. A short, thick, angry snout appears with brutish eyes settled above, thick slime of a disgusting smell dripping from its gaping maw.
Near to the end of the exorcism, and the demon has only been brought out to view. Obviously its power has been underestimated. The priestess, knowing she stands out among the others, knowing she is a target already, steps forward boldly, raising a hand and crying out the will of her god to damn this foul being back to the abyss from which it came.
Grinning with a sneer of prejudice, the hulking form of the demon rises and jumps with a heavy thud from the table, leaving his host behind to stand over the priestess as she begins to shake, cursing the demon to return to his hell and leave this plane. The beast snarls, lumpy gray skin, cracked like old stone, protesting as would a falling boulder as it lifts its heavy arm, a grotesque hand hanging on the end of the limb, the nails yellow and fetid. Standing several feet over the priestess, it grasps her about the waste and throws her to the ground, the book flying from her hands as she crashes down.
The circle falters, and the demon suddenly seems thicker, less translucent, as it turns around in an agonizingly slow manner to face the rest of the party. It gnashes thick, ugly yellow teeth in a morbidly twisted jaw, flaring short, flat nostrils on it's big ugly head. Within seconds it has torn the nearest reader into a bloody, crumpled mess on the floor.
It follows suite with all, and as the last try to flee, desperate for their lives, it pounces as a cat would while playing with a mouse, bashing them against the walls and floor and ceiling, twisting necks, breaking bones, slicing veins. Blood pours into a warm, thick mess on the floor, mingling with the smell of decay and the sickening ooze from the demon.
It grins all to humanly at its handiwork, the wind dying down, the moaning fading away as each reader dies. But not the priestess, no... It walks back to her, as she begins to waken from the bash to her head, and she cries out in pain from her broken bones and crushed organs.
It picks her up by the neck like a toy, waving her back and forth, squeezing tighter. Blood trickles from her neck, nose, and ears. A look of terror and one of joy is exchanged from priestess to demon - and it crushes her throat. She falls to the floor, gurgling, convulsing, clawing at her broken throat with blood pouring from the wound... The seconds once again draw out agonizingly, the demon watching her die a horrid death in a macabre thrill...
Her eyes roll back in her head, her body writhes awkwardly, and she falls still, the sickly gurgling coming to its final ending.
With a twist of its already gruesome face, the demon turns and begins to dissipate into a stormy cloud with the same ooze dripping out of the pores of the demon as it dissolves. Then slowly, with a sickening sucking sound, the demon returns down the throat and nose of the woman.
The Exorcism has failed.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
If you haven't yet picked it up from the story - I love the macabre, dark and often looked down upon sort of things/acts/habits/etc.... Things that people try to avoid out of fear - I LOVE to further investigate! WHY does it bother them so much...?
You will often find my characters with the same sort of disturbed interest! Don't worry... I don't bite!
Much.
