05-02-2010, 02:45 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
I'm in my mid-twenties and have been roleplaying for quite a long time. I started with Dungeons and Dragons and went from that to White Wolf(and many miscellaneous roleplaying chatrooms online).
I chiefly enjoy horror themes, mostly along the lines of psychological horror. Creepy monsters are great too, even better when they don't have to be graphic about how they tear people apart. I'm a fan of the C'thulhu mythos in particular and thusly enjoy the Old God lore in WoW.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I come from and live in Australia and speak English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
There was a free trial on a magazine coverdisk awhile back. I started playing it on a RP server and grew to enjoy the game and the roleplay in it.
What made you seek our server over others?:
This server seems to be well set out and I like the restrictions in place, ie not many special characters and the like. It's also nice that you can't buy your way into being a GM.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I like adventurous roleplay for the most part, investigating mysteries and dungeons and that sort of thing. I also enjoy character development, but I'm not all that keen on roleplaying happy family sorts of things - it gets quite boring for the most part.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Human/Warrior. The humans are a noble race that have done a pretty good job at keeping themselves alive. Despite the fact that they've in turn committed some terrible acts, they have somewhat of an air of 'what has to be done' about them(skinflint nobles non-withstanding - poor Vancleef).
The warrior is my favorite class because they are the soldier, the man who'll often stand in the front line ready to protect his allies. Using their discipline to channel their rage into powerful strikes is a cool idea, and that isn't the only way of playing it either. They have only their skill and their arms to rely on, and that is another excellent concept.
What are your expectations of this server?:
It will provide a place where I can drop in and roleplay without lore-smashing tools using dragon ball z powers in /y, and other mature roleplayers who aren't going to put up with OOC drama.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
As I alluded to earlier, the fact that lore will be abided to and lore-breaking characters won't be tolerated. That is really awesome. I'm not so much of a lore-nazi, but I do prefer it when things aren't too out of kilter.
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!:
==Brothers in Arms==
"Fletcher! Wait!"
Fletcher turned, waved to Mercurio as he approached.
"Hey Merc, what's up?"
Mercurio took a deep breath, swallowed. "We need to talk. It's important."
Fletcher nodded easily and gestured down the southern trail out of Auberdine he was about to travese. "Let's walk and talk, then."
The two warriors walked in silence, Mercurio gathering his thoughts and Fletcher striding along easily. Licking his lips, Mercurio tried to broach the suject in the most delicate manner possible.
"I... Spoke to Xandra."
Fletcher nodded, looking nonplussed. "And that means what to me?"
Frowning, Mercurio prodded a little harder. "I've seen some of what you did to her."
To Mercurio's surprise, Fletcher burst out laughing. He stopped, leaned on a tree and crossed his arms, facing Mercurio. "Okay, okay. You want a piece of her too? I really don't care, Merc. Go for it! Oh, wait... You're not into that kind of thing, are you? Seriously, if you want to do some mushy stuff with her, be my guest - so long as I can get a piece every now and then."
"Fletcher, I do not want you to touch her again in any way. There's plenty of women out there who would be more than happy to... Take part in what you do. I looked into her eyes, and they told me volumes. The shame, the humiliation. Xandra doesn't deserve that." Mercurio replied evenly, managing to keep the anger out of his voice. To his dismay, it didn't work out.
Rage flooding his gaze, Fletcher stood up and put his hand on the hilt on his sword. "You aren't going to tell me what to do, Mercurio. You know what? I don't give a damn about what you think, or what she does to be perfectly honest. But I'm not going to let you get in the way of a good thing."
"You're quick to reach for your weapons, Fletcher. I'm an ally, remember? We're the Armsmen of the Order. Brothers in arms. You can't ju-"
"I can do what I damn well please when I please and you won't do a thing about it. You're soft. You've always been soft. Holding back, letting the enemy come to you... Hah! That's no way to fight! At least, not for anyone with a bit of backbone. Now, you can take your damned books and your glasses and settle down at Darkshire, where Dad decided you'd do best - not as taxing on your poor little self. Alternatively, I can kill you and give you a nice shallow seaside grave." Fletcher drew his weapons, brandished them. "What's it going to be, Mercurio?"
Mercurio stared. "Listen to yourself, Fletcher. You're... Not well. Come. We will go to the Cathedral of Light. They can soothe your spirit."
"The Light? Pah! A corrupt influence, as corrupt as the aliens and as corrupt as the moon deity the elves worship! You can only rely on yourself - no one else. That's what Dad taught us!" said Fletcher with a sneer.
"Don't twist his words." replied Mercurio quietly.
Fletcher growled, more animalistic than anything else, and took several steps closer. He pointed his sword at Mercurio's neck.
"I'm getting tired of all this chatter. I'm going to leave, and you're going to go back to Darkshire with your tail between your legs. When I feel like it, I'm going to find Xandra and I'm going to do even worse - just for you, Mercurio. Just for you."
Mercurio stood his ground. "You need to be seen to, Fletcher. I can't let you go. You're going to hurt someone, not to mention yourself. I couldn't have any of that on my conscience."
"You care too much." Fletcher turned to leave.
"I'll get your father to help me bring you back if I have to."
Fletcher stopped, turned. Mercurio didn't like the way Fletcher looked at him. As if he was an enemy. "I've had enough of your prattle."
Mercurio only just pulled his sword out in time to parry Fletcher's first lightning blow and to step back from the next. With a flick of his wrist, he sent one of Fletcher's swords flying - but he still had his other. At least, they were somewhat on equal grounds now. There was no time to unloose his shield from his back.
Fletcher rained blow after blow down on Mercurio, forcing him backwards slowly. Mercurio was acutely aware of the bushes behind him, which would cause him to mistep. One mistake would cost him the battle, yet he had no desire to kill his opponant. Seeing an opening, Mercurio stepped to the side and managed to get his back away from the bushes, giving himself room. Fletcher managed to get a hit in though, deeply slashing Mercurio's sword arm.
"Hah! You haven't even got the guts to kill me!" crowed Fletcher as he pressed his attack, taking advantage of Mercurio's injury.
With a well timed kick, Mercurio sent dust up into Fletcher's face. He staggered back a little, then roared and continued his assault. Mercurio had used the time wisely - he had swapped hands. Fletcher snorted when he saw what Mercurio had done, not thinking that he would be able to fight adeptly left handed. After several more blows, Fletcher was proven wrong.
"So you can use one hand just as well as the other, eh? Too bad you're too much of a softy to take real advantage of that."
As the fight went on, Mercurio saw that he had no choice in the matter. With a sinking heart, he knew what had to be done and started to press his own attack. Within moments, it was Fletcher who was being forced backwards. He laughed, and Mercurio realized with a slight shock that Fletcher was enjoying the whole ordeal.
"That's more like it! Now it's just gotten interesting! Too bad it's going to end soon."
With a mighty roar, Fletcher fought back. Soon they were both at a complete standstill, trading mighty blows. Sparks flew as their swords impacted. The dust of the road enveloped them both. Sweat and blood alike dripped from the two combatants.
"This is more like it, Merc! This is what it's about! Yeah!" Fletcher's comment ended in a wild laugh. One of his blows swept past Mercurio's guard, through a weak point of his armor and into his side.
With a gasp of agony, Mercurio staggered back and faltered. Fletcher took a step in and smashed Mercurio across the face with the hilt of his sword, knocking the man onto his back and his weapon to the side. Breathing heavily, the wild-eyed warrior stood over the fallen man.
"Thanks for the fight, Merc!"
Fletcher clutched his sword in two hands and brought it down towards Mercurio's breast with the intent of skewering him to the ground. With a desperate shout, Mercurio summoned his energy and rolled to the side and to his feet regaining his sword. Moving quickly he thrust - through Fletcher's armor, right to where his heart should be.
Fletcher's sword clattered to the road as he stood straight, staring at the sword stuck into his side. As he fell back against a tree, his surprised gaze met Mercurio's grief-stricken one.
"Hey... Merc... It was..." Fletcher managed a smile, coughed. Blood and spittle dribbled from his mouth. "That was... Good. Th-thanks. For... Everything."
"No..." Mercurio knelt by his comrade - his brother-in-arms. "Fletcher... I'm sorry... I-I didn't want this."
"It... Bound to happen. Sooner or later. Anyone... Anyone coulda seen it. Y-you were the better man. That's all... There is..." Fletcher trailed off, looked up through a break in the foilage to the sky. "It's cold... Real cold..."
Staring up at the sky, Fletcher died. Blinking away tears of grief, Mercurio closed the now-unblinking eyes.
"Rest in the..." he trailed off, closed his eyes.
"...light..." Mercurio finished.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nothing I can think of.
I'm in my mid-twenties and have been roleplaying for quite a long time. I started with Dungeons and Dragons and went from that to White Wolf(and many miscellaneous roleplaying chatrooms online).
I chiefly enjoy horror themes, mostly along the lines of psychological horror. Creepy monsters are great too, even better when they don't have to be graphic about how they tear people apart. I'm a fan of the C'thulhu mythos in particular and thusly enjoy the Old God lore in WoW.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I come from and live in Australia and speak English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
There was a free trial on a magazine coverdisk awhile back. I started playing it on a RP server and grew to enjoy the game and the roleplay in it.
What made you seek our server over others?:
This server seems to be well set out and I like the restrictions in place, ie not many special characters and the like. It's also nice that you can't buy your way into being a GM.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I like adventurous roleplay for the most part, investigating mysteries and dungeons and that sort of thing. I also enjoy character development, but I'm not all that keen on roleplaying happy family sorts of things - it gets quite boring for the most part.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Human/Warrior. The humans are a noble race that have done a pretty good job at keeping themselves alive. Despite the fact that they've in turn committed some terrible acts, they have somewhat of an air of 'what has to be done' about them(skinflint nobles non-withstanding - poor Vancleef).
The warrior is my favorite class because they are the soldier, the man who'll often stand in the front line ready to protect his allies. Using their discipline to channel their rage into powerful strikes is a cool idea, and that isn't the only way of playing it either. They have only their skill and their arms to rely on, and that is another excellent concept.
What are your expectations of this server?:
It will provide a place where I can drop in and roleplay without lore-smashing tools using dragon ball z powers in /y, and other mature roleplayers who aren't going to put up with OOC drama.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
As I alluded to earlier, the fact that lore will be abided to and lore-breaking characters won't be tolerated. That is really awesome. I'm not so much of a lore-nazi, but I do prefer it when things aren't too out of kilter.
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!:
==Brothers in Arms==
"Fletcher! Wait!"
Fletcher turned, waved to Mercurio as he approached.
"Hey Merc, what's up?"
Mercurio took a deep breath, swallowed. "We need to talk. It's important."
Fletcher nodded easily and gestured down the southern trail out of Auberdine he was about to travese. "Let's walk and talk, then."
The two warriors walked in silence, Mercurio gathering his thoughts and Fletcher striding along easily. Licking his lips, Mercurio tried to broach the suject in the most delicate manner possible.
"I... Spoke to Xandra."
Fletcher nodded, looking nonplussed. "And that means what to me?"
Frowning, Mercurio prodded a little harder. "I've seen some of what you did to her."
To Mercurio's surprise, Fletcher burst out laughing. He stopped, leaned on a tree and crossed his arms, facing Mercurio. "Okay, okay. You want a piece of her too? I really don't care, Merc. Go for it! Oh, wait... You're not into that kind of thing, are you? Seriously, if you want to do some mushy stuff with her, be my guest - so long as I can get a piece every now and then."
"Fletcher, I do not want you to touch her again in any way. There's plenty of women out there who would be more than happy to... Take part in what you do. I looked into her eyes, and they told me volumes. The shame, the humiliation. Xandra doesn't deserve that." Mercurio replied evenly, managing to keep the anger out of his voice. To his dismay, it didn't work out.
Rage flooding his gaze, Fletcher stood up and put his hand on the hilt on his sword. "You aren't going to tell me what to do, Mercurio. You know what? I don't give a damn about what you think, or what she does to be perfectly honest. But I'm not going to let you get in the way of a good thing."
"You're quick to reach for your weapons, Fletcher. I'm an ally, remember? We're the Armsmen of the Order. Brothers in arms. You can't ju-"
"I can do what I damn well please when I please and you won't do a thing about it. You're soft. You've always been soft. Holding back, letting the enemy come to you... Hah! That's no way to fight! At least, not for anyone with a bit of backbone. Now, you can take your damned books and your glasses and settle down at Darkshire, where Dad decided you'd do best - not as taxing on your poor little self. Alternatively, I can kill you and give you a nice shallow seaside grave." Fletcher drew his weapons, brandished them. "What's it going to be, Mercurio?"
Mercurio stared. "Listen to yourself, Fletcher. You're... Not well. Come. We will go to the Cathedral of Light. They can soothe your spirit."
"The Light? Pah! A corrupt influence, as corrupt as the aliens and as corrupt as the moon deity the elves worship! You can only rely on yourself - no one else. That's what Dad taught us!" said Fletcher with a sneer.
"Don't twist his words." replied Mercurio quietly.
Fletcher growled, more animalistic than anything else, and took several steps closer. He pointed his sword at Mercurio's neck.
"I'm getting tired of all this chatter. I'm going to leave, and you're going to go back to Darkshire with your tail between your legs. When I feel like it, I'm going to find Xandra and I'm going to do even worse - just for you, Mercurio. Just for you."
Mercurio stood his ground. "You need to be seen to, Fletcher. I can't let you go. You're going to hurt someone, not to mention yourself. I couldn't have any of that on my conscience."
"You care too much." Fletcher turned to leave.
"I'll get your father to help me bring you back if I have to."
Fletcher stopped, turned. Mercurio didn't like the way Fletcher looked at him. As if he was an enemy. "I've had enough of your prattle."
Mercurio only just pulled his sword out in time to parry Fletcher's first lightning blow and to step back from the next. With a flick of his wrist, he sent one of Fletcher's swords flying - but he still had his other. At least, they were somewhat on equal grounds now. There was no time to unloose his shield from his back.
Fletcher rained blow after blow down on Mercurio, forcing him backwards slowly. Mercurio was acutely aware of the bushes behind him, which would cause him to mistep. One mistake would cost him the battle, yet he had no desire to kill his opponant. Seeing an opening, Mercurio stepped to the side and managed to get his back away from the bushes, giving himself room. Fletcher managed to get a hit in though, deeply slashing Mercurio's sword arm.
"Hah! You haven't even got the guts to kill me!" crowed Fletcher as he pressed his attack, taking advantage of Mercurio's injury.
With a well timed kick, Mercurio sent dust up into Fletcher's face. He staggered back a little, then roared and continued his assault. Mercurio had used the time wisely - he had swapped hands. Fletcher snorted when he saw what Mercurio had done, not thinking that he would be able to fight adeptly left handed. After several more blows, Fletcher was proven wrong.
"So you can use one hand just as well as the other, eh? Too bad you're too much of a softy to take real advantage of that."
As the fight went on, Mercurio saw that he had no choice in the matter. With a sinking heart, he knew what had to be done and started to press his own attack. Within moments, it was Fletcher who was being forced backwards. He laughed, and Mercurio realized with a slight shock that Fletcher was enjoying the whole ordeal.
"That's more like it! Now it's just gotten interesting! Too bad it's going to end soon."
With a mighty roar, Fletcher fought back. Soon they were both at a complete standstill, trading mighty blows. Sparks flew as their swords impacted. The dust of the road enveloped them both. Sweat and blood alike dripped from the two combatants.
"This is more like it, Merc! This is what it's about! Yeah!" Fletcher's comment ended in a wild laugh. One of his blows swept past Mercurio's guard, through a weak point of his armor and into his side.
With a gasp of agony, Mercurio staggered back and faltered. Fletcher took a step in and smashed Mercurio across the face with the hilt of his sword, knocking the man onto his back and his weapon to the side. Breathing heavily, the wild-eyed warrior stood over the fallen man.
"Thanks for the fight, Merc!"
Fletcher clutched his sword in two hands and brought it down towards Mercurio's breast with the intent of skewering him to the ground. With a desperate shout, Mercurio summoned his energy and rolled to the side and to his feet regaining his sword. Moving quickly he thrust - through Fletcher's armor, right to where his heart should be.
Fletcher's sword clattered to the road as he stood straight, staring at the sword stuck into his side. As he fell back against a tree, his surprised gaze met Mercurio's grief-stricken one.
"Hey... Merc... It was..." Fletcher managed a smile, coughed. Blood and spittle dribbled from his mouth. "That was... Good. Th-thanks. For... Everything."
"No..." Mercurio knelt by his comrade - his brother-in-arms. "Fletcher... I'm sorry... I-I didn't want this."
"It... Bound to happen. Sooner or later. Anyone... Anyone coulda seen it. Y-you were the better man. That's all... There is..." Fletcher trailed off, looked up through a break in the foilage to the sky. "It's cold... Real cold..."
Staring up at the sky, Fletcher died. Blinking away tears of grief, Mercurio closed the now-unblinking eyes.
"Rest in the..." he trailed off, closed his eyes.
"...light..." Mercurio finished.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nothing I can think of.
