03-03-2010, 05:57 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
Hello there! My name is Monica. I am a Freshman in High School. (Yes, point and laugh at the 'little kid'.) But, I must say, I'm told I have the maturity level of an average college student, so don't worry about me being immature. Hm, well, my hobbies include gaming, singing, drawing, and writing. Hurrah! I plan on becoming a sucessful adult with a great job and a lovely family. I...err...hm. I like...to roleplay. ;D
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
America. English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
My friend actually forced me into it about a year ago. I thought it would be dorky and stupid, but it's actually freakin' amazing.
What made you seek our server over others?:
You seem like you're very active. The other private servers I was a part of were never doing anything. Nothing. Nadda. They were basically deserted.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I'm up for anything, but I make my characters somewhat relaxed. They all have a dark past that only a few lucky people will get to find out.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Hmm... that's tough. But if I must choose, I'm a big fan of Night Elf druids. Maybe because I was one at one point, I do not know. I suppose it's because I like their beliefs. *shrug*
What are your expectations of this server?:
Nice people and heavy roleplay.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Respect. Everyone deserves respect, even if in the slightest bit.
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!:
<Zexa lets out a long sigh, feeling tears build up behind her now amber eyes>
He and I were on the battlefield, fighting for our freedom, attempting to protect our land from invasion, trying to fend off those -filthy- Alliance scum... <She snarls> But almost in the blink of an eye, he was struck. Struck hard. And it made everything that I saw go blurry. I couldn't believe that my...my...he was gone. <A single tear pours over her lower eyelid and she begins to tremble> You don't know how...hard it is to live with something like t-that. It hurts me terribly to even...r-remember him. It's been over two decades. I can't let him go. I c-can't believe that he's gone. <She looks up to the sky, sniffling, wiping away tears preparing to fall> I suppose I've got to pull myself together. <She stands up, gently pushes in her chair, and walks out into the starry night>
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Hmm...Nope! I think I'm good for now!
Hello there! My name is Monica. I am a Freshman in High School. (Yes, point and laugh at the 'little kid'.) But, I must say, I'm told I have the maturity level of an average college student, so don't worry about me being immature. Hm, well, my hobbies include gaming, singing, drawing, and writing. Hurrah! I plan on becoming a sucessful adult with a great job and a lovely family. I...err...hm. I like...to roleplay. ;D
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
America. English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
My friend actually forced me into it about a year ago. I thought it would be dorky and stupid, but it's actually freakin' amazing.
What made you seek our server over others?:
You seem like you're very active. The other private servers I was a part of were never doing anything. Nothing. Nadda. They were basically deserted.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I'm up for anything, but I make my characters somewhat relaxed. They all have a dark past that only a few lucky people will get to find out.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Hmm... that's tough. But if I must choose, I'm a big fan of Night Elf druids. Maybe because I was one at one point, I do not know. I suppose it's because I like their beliefs. *shrug*
What are your expectations of this server?:
Nice people and heavy roleplay.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Respect. Everyone deserves respect, even if in the slightest bit.
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!:
<Zexa lets out a long sigh, feeling tears build up behind her now amber eyes>
He and I were on the battlefield, fighting for our freedom, attempting to protect our land from invasion, trying to fend off those -filthy- Alliance scum... <She snarls> But almost in the blink of an eye, he was struck. Struck hard. And it made everything that I saw go blurry. I couldn't believe that my...my...he was gone. <A single tear pours over her lower eyelid and she begins to tremble> You don't know how...hard it is to live with something like t-that. It hurts me terribly to even...r-remember him. It's been over two decades. I can't let him go. I c-can't believe that he's gone. <She looks up to the sky, sniffling, wiping away tears preparing to fall> I suppose I've got to pull myself together. <She stands up, gently pushes in her chair, and walks out into the starry night>
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Hmm...Nope! I think I'm good for now!
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