01-30-2010, 08:01 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
I've been a player since the day WoW came out. I have both retail and private role-play experience. I tend to pick a favorite area and stick to it. I've had 4 years of role-play experience. I stick to male characters and I feel uncomfortable playing females. I'm male, age 17.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I live in Canada and I speak English and a little bit of French. ( French is mandatory until grade 9 in schooling. )
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I remember being younger and purchasing Warcraft 3. The fantasy in it intrigued me. I played it religiously everyday. When I got older I got whiff of World of Warcraft and bribed my parents into buying it the day it came out. I've played it on and off ever since.
What made you seek our server over others?:
At first it was at the top of the Google list. But after investigating the info on the server, it seemed very professional. And the time it takes to get into the server would stop immature role players from joining. Or people that aren't very interested in role-playing.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I prefer romance, but have experience with short talks, long adventures and dangerous situations. I like everything and am up for new adventures.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Although I don't have a favorite race/class I usually tend to play NE/BE/Human. And the class I usually play is Rogue or Warrior.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I have many expectations for this server. My first expectation is to be a member of an experienced group of rpers and to learn more lore then I know now.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Maturity
Maturity sticks out to me most after playing other private servers, constantly being harassed by immature people is something that drives me insane. A high level of maturity will increase my drive to play on this server.
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 biting wind blew across the lands, snow drifted along the mountain peaked mountain tops. The sun glared down, with seemingly no effect on the -20 degree mountains. A snow owl swooped down and fetched a unsuspecting rodent. A crackle of boots echoed throughout the ridges. There stood a brave warrior, heavily armored. With every breath, his heart sinks. His daughter had been captured by a group of bandits and were rumored to have an encampment in a cave. But it seemed as if he was told wrong, and was now stranded. He had enough food for a trip there and back and extra for his daughter. But if didn't find her soon enough he would have to begin eating her food he had packed. He rummaged through his bag, looking for something. He pulled out a compass and wiped the front of it with his warm gloves. It's scratched lens barely let him see through it. He squinted and covered up the glare from the sun with his other hand. The clattering of hooves made him wince. He crouched down and looked over his shoulder. Men on horses sped towards him, blades drawn. They swung but he was prepared. He sidestepped and pulled out a blade of his own. He swung with such vengeance in his eyes, such anger. He targeted another horseman that had followed the one he had just sidestepped. He swung at the horses neck and pulled out a dagger with his offhand. The horses rider was near connecting with his blade when the hero flicked the blade into his unprotected throat. He knelled down and the enemy's blade skidded off his back plate armor. He turned and pulled out his bow and a single poison tipped arrow. He aimed and fired at the first horseman that had turned for another attack. The arrow flew by the horseman and the warrior drew another. The horse was getting closer and closer, if he missed the shot he would be killed or incapacitated. He let the string go, sending the arrow flying into the horses eye. It flailed upwards then came to a skidding stop in a snow bank to the left of the warrior. He looked around, nervously for more. They would be near by. This told him one thing, he was close... Closer then he had originally thought. He looted the dead horseman with a smirk. They had been carrying more food then he would ever need, and water to support him for weeks. " I'm almost there... Hang on darling. " He said out loud to himself, while holding a golden locket with a picture of her childish grin. He loved her more then life. Her mother had died giving birth and he had nothing left if he lost her. It was against everything his body was telling him.. But he trudged on, into the empty white mountains, searching every nook and cranny for life. If she was here, he would find him.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope! I just hope I enjoy my stay here. It's been a pleasure filling out the form.
I've been a player since the day WoW came out. I have both retail and private role-play experience. I tend to pick a favorite area and stick to it. I've had 4 years of role-play experience. I stick to male characters and I feel uncomfortable playing females. I'm male, age 17.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I live in Canada and I speak English and a little bit of French. ( French is mandatory until grade 9 in schooling. )
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I remember being younger and purchasing Warcraft 3. The fantasy in it intrigued me. I played it religiously everyday. When I got older I got whiff of World of Warcraft and bribed my parents into buying it the day it came out. I've played it on and off ever since.
What made you seek our server over others?:
At first it was at the top of the Google list. But after investigating the info on the server, it seemed very professional. And the time it takes to get into the server would stop immature role players from joining. Or people that aren't very interested in role-playing.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I prefer romance, but have experience with short talks, long adventures and dangerous situations. I like everything and am up for new adventures.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Although I don't have a favorite race/class I usually tend to play NE/BE/Human. And the class I usually play is Rogue or Warrior.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I have many expectations for this server. My first expectation is to be a member of an experienced group of rpers and to learn more lore then I know now.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Maturity
Maturity sticks out to me most after playing other private servers, constantly being harassed by immature people is something that drives me insane. A high level of maturity will increase my drive to play on this server.
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 biting wind blew across the lands, snow drifted along the mountain peaked mountain tops. The sun glared down, with seemingly no effect on the -20 degree mountains. A snow owl swooped down and fetched a unsuspecting rodent. A crackle of boots echoed throughout the ridges. There stood a brave warrior, heavily armored. With every breath, his heart sinks. His daughter had been captured by a group of bandits and were rumored to have an encampment in a cave. But it seemed as if he was told wrong, and was now stranded. He had enough food for a trip there and back and extra for his daughter. But if didn't find her soon enough he would have to begin eating her food he had packed. He rummaged through his bag, looking for something. He pulled out a compass and wiped the front of it with his warm gloves. It's scratched lens barely let him see through it. He squinted and covered up the glare from the sun with his other hand. The clattering of hooves made him wince. He crouched down and looked over his shoulder. Men on horses sped towards him, blades drawn. They swung but he was prepared. He sidestepped and pulled out a blade of his own. He swung with such vengeance in his eyes, such anger. He targeted another horseman that had followed the one he had just sidestepped. He swung at the horses neck and pulled out a dagger with his offhand. The horses rider was near connecting with his blade when the hero flicked the blade into his unprotected throat. He knelled down and the enemy's blade skidded off his back plate armor. He turned and pulled out his bow and a single poison tipped arrow. He aimed and fired at the first horseman that had turned for another attack. The arrow flew by the horseman and the warrior drew another. The horse was getting closer and closer, if he missed the shot he would be killed or incapacitated. He let the string go, sending the arrow flying into the horses eye. It flailed upwards then came to a skidding stop in a snow bank to the left of the warrior. He looked around, nervously for more. They would be near by. This told him one thing, he was close... Closer then he had originally thought. He looted the dead horseman with a smirk. They had been carrying more food then he would ever need, and water to support him for weeks. " I'm almost there... Hang on darling. " He said out loud to himself, while holding a golden locket with a picture of her childish grin. He loved her more then life. Her mother had died giving birth and he had nothing left if he lost her. It was against everything his body was telling him.. But he trudged on, into the empty white mountains, searching every nook and cranny for life. If she was here, he would find him.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope! I just hope I enjoy my stay here. It's been a pleasure filling out the form.