01-29-2010, 08:12 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
Well, I am a guy, easy-going and (usually) level-headed. Wherever I play, people seem to like me, with the exception of a few, stuck-up individuals. I enjoy roleplay, and it´s about my only real hobby, once outside of school.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I´m from Iceland, a volcano in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, rather close to Greenland. We´re at GMT here, and my primary language is Icelandic, though English is something I´m quite proficient in, and I´ve been told I´ve got a better grasp of English than many Americans.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I got dragged into playing it by a friend of mine, played for a month and a half, before stopping, as I didn´t want to buy another gamecard yet. Been playing on and off on private servers for about two years now.
What made you seek our server over others?:
The roleplay aspect. Most other servers are just grind, grind, grind, or PvP, PvP, PvP, which, honestly, bores me to tears.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I can enjoy anything, from casual conversation, to deep, thrilling political intrigue and action. I prefer two or three persons, but I´m easily able to adapt to a much larger group, as I´m a fairly quick typer.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Favorite race would be the Blood-elves. Dislike the mostly brutish look of all the other horde races, and the Alliance races simply bore me. Their addiction to magic is also quite intriguing, and a large roleplay possibility. Warlocks are my most favorite class, as I enjoy the darker aspects of their magic, the twisting, corrupting forces of their demonology, and the dangerous nature.
What are your expectations of this server?:
Roleplay, above all else. I wish to see if players that play World of Warcraft actually grasp the concept, as none that I have met so far, have even had a remote idea of what it was, even on roleplay servers.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
"Maturity:
Specifically, the ability to deal with issues in a rational, reasonable, adult manner."
Something that I´ve been missing on quite a few servers that I´ve played on, on different games.
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!:
This might be a bit graphic, but it was a RP event I posted on another forum, regarding events surrounding my character.
Slash!
She watched the two halves of the paper slowly float down to the ground, the katana she used to cut it in her outstretched right hand, the sheath held in her left, at her hip. It packed some bite, that was for certain, and she would need it. She slowly sheathed the blade again, with the soft cling of metal against metal as it slid easily inside, then locked with a slight click.
She set the sheathed blade down on the bed, then went to get dressed. Tall, gothic buckle boots, her usual black leather pants, her black t-shirt and leather jacket, and lastly, her black fingerless gloves. Her favorite clothes.
Picking up the blade again, she opened the pouch attached to her belt, slowly sliding it down inside it, the pouch seeming to swallow the entire blade, before she closed it. She was happy for the little thing, as being able to keep everything within arms reach was a real blessing. She got her wand, fetching a slender tube, much like an overly large holster for sunglasses, and putting the wand inside, so as to make it a bit less inconspicious as she slid the clasp of the tube into her belt to secure it at her side. She had a plan, and she was prepared. Now all the needed, was the right person.
She closed her eyes, concentrating, before opening again, standing in a dark alley. She walked out of the alley, and found her way to the Green Door club, despite having previously beaten about 30 or so of the regulars to a bloody pulp. Obliviate was such a handy spell, mere muggles didn´t need much to forget.
She wandered to the bar, and ordered herself her regular drink, a nice, tasty Mojito, and waited. Her eyes glanced around, just looking for the perfect person for what she had planned. She found him alright. A lone guy, no more than 19, tops. Geeky glasses, long hair, looking shyly around on the bench as if he had just wandered inside out of curiosity and was too afraid to leave. It was almost too good to be true.
She ordered another Mojito from the waitress, and a light beer, taking both in her hands and walking over to the guy, sitting down beside him on the couch with a friendly smile on her lips.
"Hey there, haven´t seen you around here before."
She tried to look like she had been drinking for some time, to not make the kid feel singled out for a purpose. He wouldn´t like what was to come. He blushed slightly and looked away, before nodding and replying.
"Y-yeah. I just wanted to see what was in here, really."
"Well, welcome to the Green Door. Where the drinks are good and the dancing is.. non-existant."
She let herself chuckle, motioning with a hand out to the people on the dancefloor, that to her, looked like seizure-victims standing upright. She handed the light beer to the kid with a sweet smile, taking a sip from her Mojito afterwards.
She got him talking quite freely, after that. He was indeed, the perfect person for her plan. No immediate family left alive, little contact with relatives, few friends. No one would ever notice. She just needed to be patient.
Once people started to leave and the hour ran late, she decided it was time.
"Hey, you wana come to my place? I want to show you something!"
She said those words in as cheery, drunken voice as she could manage, almost surprising herself. The guy seemed hesitant at first, most likely from shyness, then nodded, and stood up, offering his hand out to her.
What a nice guy.
Too bad.
She took the hand, then immediately dragged him outside, with a gleeful giggle. She led him to the dark alley, tugging him along with a teasing grin on her lips, backing herself up against the wall. The look on the guys face spoke of his innocence. How cute. As he finally dared to approach, she opened the tube at her side quickly and got her wand out, grabbing his hand and tapping his arm with the end of the wand, concentrating for a quick moment, before feeling the wind rushing against her skin.
"Holy crap!"
That was all the kid could say? How odd the muggle mind was.
They were now standing on a bridge just at the edge, only a tiny step needed to plummet from the edge. She released her grip on the kids hand, instead grabbing tightly onto his long hair and yanking up at the same time she slid her wand back into the tube. She extended her hand out, dangling the guy by the hair out over the edge of the bridge, kept from falling only by the strength of his hair.
How frail.
She opened the pouch with her free hand and got her katana out, leaving the sheath still in the bag as it slid out with a low cling, extending the blade out to the screaming guys neck. His eyes widened in fear, the realization dawning on him.
"Will you do me a little favor, boy?"
Her voice was a teasing, mocking tone, her grin getting more wide and wicked with every passing scream. The guy grabbed her hand, trying to hold on and keep the weight of his hair, though he didn´t seem to have much strength, his grip feeble.
"What?! What?! I´ll do anything, just let me back down on the ground!"
Well, least he worded it nicely. Though he would not have his wish. This was her time.
"Scream for me."
Those vicious, vile words were said with a sweet smile upon her lips, and she swung the blade out towards him, severing his hands, which proceeded to fall down and splash into the waters below. The guy did as asked, he screamed, terror filling his features as the rest of his hands dangled down, kicking his legs in pain, nearly causing her to loose her grip. She couldn´t let that happen, not yet.
She raised her blade up again, smirking slighty. This was the best. The thrill. The cut.
"Human life is so terribly frail, don´t you think?"
She didn´t give him time to answer.
A few moments later, there was no trace of either person upon the bridge, just the billowing wind in the dark night.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Got nothing to add.
Well, I am a guy, easy-going and (usually) level-headed. Wherever I play, people seem to like me, with the exception of a few, stuck-up individuals. I enjoy roleplay, and it´s about my only real hobby, once outside of school.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I´m from Iceland, a volcano in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, rather close to Greenland. We´re at GMT here, and my primary language is Icelandic, though English is something I´m quite proficient in, and I´ve been told I´ve got a better grasp of English than many Americans.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I got dragged into playing it by a friend of mine, played for a month and a half, before stopping, as I didn´t want to buy another gamecard yet. Been playing on and off on private servers for about two years now.
What made you seek our server over others?:
The roleplay aspect. Most other servers are just grind, grind, grind, or PvP, PvP, PvP, which, honestly, bores me to tears.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I can enjoy anything, from casual conversation, to deep, thrilling political intrigue and action. I prefer two or three persons, but I´m easily able to adapt to a much larger group, as I´m a fairly quick typer.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Favorite race would be the Blood-elves. Dislike the mostly brutish look of all the other horde races, and the Alliance races simply bore me. Their addiction to magic is also quite intriguing, and a large roleplay possibility. Warlocks are my most favorite class, as I enjoy the darker aspects of their magic, the twisting, corrupting forces of their demonology, and the dangerous nature.
What are your expectations of this server?:
Roleplay, above all else. I wish to see if players that play World of Warcraft actually grasp the concept, as none that I have met so far, have even had a remote idea of what it was, even on roleplay servers.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
"Maturity:
Specifically, the ability to deal with issues in a rational, reasonable, adult manner."
Something that I´ve been missing on quite a few servers that I´ve played on, on different games.
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!:
This might be a bit graphic, but it was a RP event I posted on another forum, regarding events surrounding my character.
Slash!
She watched the two halves of the paper slowly float down to the ground, the katana she used to cut it in her outstretched right hand, the sheath held in her left, at her hip. It packed some bite, that was for certain, and she would need it. She slowly sheathed the blade again, with the soft cling of metal against metal as it slid easily inside, then locked with a slight click.
She set the sheathed blade down on the bed, then went to get dressed. Tall, gothic buckle boots, her usual black leather pants, her black t-shirt and leather jacket, and lastly, her black fingerless gloves. Her favorite clothes.
Picking up the blade again, she opened the pouch attached to her belt, slowly sliding it down inside it, the pouch seeming to swallow the entire blade, before she closed it. She was happy for the little thing, as being able to keep everything within arms reach was a real blessing. She got her wand, fetching a slender tube, much like an overly large holster for sunglasses, and putting the wand inside, so as to make it a bit less inconspicious as she slid the clasp of the tube into her belt to secure it at her side. She had a plan, and she was prepared. Now all the needed, was the right person.
She closed her eyes, concentrating, before opening again, standing in a dark alley. She walked out of the alley, and found her way to the Green Door club, despite having previously beaten about 30 or so of the regulars to a bloody pulp. Obliviate was such a handy spell, mere muggles didn´t need much to forget.
She wandered to the bar, and ordered herself her regular drink, a nice, tasty Mojito, and waited. Her eyes glanced around, just looking for the perfect person for what she had planned. She found him alright. A lone guy, no more than 19, tops. Geeky glasses, long hair, looking shyly around on the bench as if he had just wandered inside out of curiosity and was too afraid to leave. It was almost too good to be true.
She ordered another Mojito from the waitress, and a light beer, taking both in her hands and walking over to the guy, sitting down beside him on the couch with a friendly smile on her lips.
"Hey there, haven´t seen you around here before."
She tried to look like she had been drinking for some time, to not make the kid feel singled out for a purpose. He wouldn´t like what was to come. He blushed slightly and looked away, before nodding and replying.
"Y-yeah. I just wanted to see what was in here, really."
"Well, welcome to the Green Door. Where the drinks are good and the dancing is.. non-existant."
She let herself chuckle, motioning with a hand out to the people on the dancefloor, that to her, looked like seizure-victims standing upright. She handed the light beer to the kid with a sweet smile, taking a sip from her Mojito afterwards.
She got him talking quite freely, after that. He was indeed, the perfect person for her plan. No immediate family left alive, little contact with relatives, few friends. No one would ever notice. She just needed to be patient.
Once people started to leave and the hour ran late, she decided it was time.
"Hey, you wana come to my place? I want to show you something!"
She said those words in as cheery, drunken voice as she could manage, almost surprising herself. The guy seemed hesitant at first, most likely from shyness, then nodded, and stood up, offering his hand out to her.
What a nice guy.
Too bad.
She took the hand, then immediately dragged him outside, with a gleeful giggle. She led him to the dark alley, tugging him along with a teasing grin on her lips, backing herself up against the wall. The look on the guys face spoke of his innocence. How cute. As he finally dared to approach, she opened the tube at her side quickly and got her wand out, grabbing his hand and tapping his arm with the end of the wand, concentrating for a quick moment, before feeling the wind rushing against her skin.
"Holy crap!"
That was all the kid could say? How odd the muggle mind was.
They were now standing on a bridge just at the edge, only a tiny step needed to plummet from the edge. She released her grip on the kids hand, instead grabbing tightly onto his long hair and yanking up at the same time she slid her wand back into the tube. She extended her hand out, dangling the guy by the hair out over the edge of the bridge, kept from falling only by the strength of his hair.
How frail.
She opened the pouch with her free hand and got her katana out, leaving the sheath still in the bag as it slid out with a low cling, extending the blade out to the screaming guys neck. His eyes widened in fear, the realization dawning on him.
"Will you do me a little favor, boy?"
Her voice was a teasing, mocking tone, her grin getting more wide and wicked with every passing scream. The guy grabbed her hand, trying to hold on and keep the weight of his hair, though he didn´t seem to have much strength, his grip feeble.
"What?! What?! I´ll do anything, just let me back down on the ground!"
Well, least he worded it nicely. Though he would not have his wish. This was her time.
"Scream for me."
Those vicious, vile words were said with a sweet smile upon her lips, and she swung the blade out towards him, severing his hands, which proceeded to fall down and splash into the waters below. The guy did as asked, he screamed, terror filling his features as the rest of his hands dangled down, kicking his legs in pain, nearly causing her to loose her grip. She couldn´t let that happen, not yet.
She raised her blade up again, smirking slighty. This was the best. The thrill. The cut.
"Human life is so terribly frail, don´t you think?"
She didn´t give him time to answer.
A few moments later, there was no trace of either person upon the bridge, just the billowing wind in the dark night.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Got nothing to add.
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