WhyteDragon`s Introduction

[WhyteDragon]

First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
Well, hello. I'm not quite used to this kind of set up, so forgive me if I don't quite live up to the standard you're looking for. I'd like to apologize in advance for trying to make this introduction poofy -- I just want to make an impression.

Anyhow! The person typing behind the screen here is a nineteen year old college student who has grand (unrealized) aspirations of a career in writing someday. I've spent a good many years enjoying good company whilst role playing, and hope to find a strong knit community here.

What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
For a good portion of my life, I've lived in Canada -- specifically Quebec, a bilingual based province. I, however, was raised in a dominantly English atmosphere, taking French as a second language. I'm now living in Ottawa.

How did you get into Warcraft?:
It turns out that Blizzard games took up a lot of my time; Starcraft, Warcraft 3, and eventually WoW as well. The sheer versatility of Warcraft 3 Custom Games took hold of me, as well as the World of Warcraft role playing community on Moonguard from many years back -- when it wasn't so... Empty.

What made you seek our server over others?:
I was given recommendation by a friend. He told me, "I continue to implore you to get this WoW server." Eventually, I succumbed to his request and reinstalled World of Warcraft to try and set myself up here.

What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
That's a tricky question; it feels like asking what my own personality is.

I'd have to say I enjoy Fantasy Epics; long, extensive quests and conflicts that slowly delve into the inner psyche and true personality of the characters. I enjoy partaking in large groups, so I can be a part of a whole.

What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
For race, I'd have to say I'm torn between Night Elves, Humans, and Blood Elves. I know it isn't exactly the most favorable or interesting selection, but it's also the most relatable. The combination of the three feels flexible and gives me more to work with.

As for classes, I know I have enjoyed Mages, Paladins, and Death Knights. I can't find any semi-elaborate explanation for this one, other than "Paladins are Awesome", "Mages are Fun", and "Death Knights are Death Knights".

What are your expectations of this server?:
I'm not sure what to expect, really. I know that I hope for a strongly knit community, as mentioned earlier, and that I hold up to -your- expectations, and I also hope that I'll enjoy my time here. Truthfully, I just hope that I'll have a lot of fun and make some friends while I'm here.

Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Tolerance. Too often have I found people being completely unreasonable over the smallest of things, even if justified to an extent. Everybody has their bad moments, and it's wrong to jump all over them the moment they have them.

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!:
Wow, that was unexpected. I'll try a more... Mixed approach. Hopefully, it'll come out decently. It may be subject to revision, if possible. Not sure how the system works.

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Once upon a time, there was a young man named Frank Herald. He was loved dearly by his mother, father, and older sister, and for the longest time they all lived happily in the country in a small log cabin. All around them, the wild life flourished, the flowers bloomed, and the air was crisp and fresh.

However, this is not a story about this family. This is a story about the jealous underachiever, Jake Halen, who owned property a mile off across the river.

Jake Halen owned a small hovel in the middle of a small town. The air there was stale, entwined with the rotten smell of excrement. The townsfolk were unfriendly, the water was unclean, and all around them the wilderness suffered and wilted. The town was a shame to look at, and a shame to live in.

Jake knew of the Herald's beautiful log cabin, in the beautiful woods. Often times, he'd been across the river sneaking around, greedily picking fruit from the trees, and only once had he been caught doing it; on that one occasion, the Herald's dog had caught wind of Jake's awful stink, and chased him clear across the river, growling menacingly as Jake ran. Ever since then, Jake had never crossed the river again, letting his jealousy slowly simmer to a boil. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. So he came up with a plan.

Jake worked quickly, gathering up an assortment of junk from his house, stuff he didn't care for anymore, and lugged it across the river in the dead of the night. He carefully weaved through the woods, slinking further and further into the lush green woods, until he happened upon the cabin...

He quickly pulled out paper and kindly, placing them neatly under the Herald's firewood supply. He worked quickly, and before he knew it, he was lighting a match; the flame glowed bright, and quickly the paper took flame, and then the kindling, and then the firewood -- it wasn't long before a raging fire began to burn away at the log cabin!

Smiling happily, Jake ran away from the disaster he had caused, giggling uncontrollably as he found pleasure in the misfortune of his superiors. It wasn't long before he made it across the river, and set laid himself in bed, sleeping peacefully with the knowledge that he had gotten back at those no good Heralds.

However, it wasn't long before he woke up once again; much to his surprise, the people began to scream, 'Fire! Fire!' So with a jolt, Jake sprung to the door to look outside.

The scene astonished Jake; all around him, the houses of the fellow townsfolk were ablaze, the fire somehow traveling from roof to roof. Buckets of water flew through the air with futility, as these poor innocent bystanders tried to save their homes. And it wasn't too long until Jake's house was set on fire as well.

Many hours later, at the crack of dawn, only a few buildings were left standing, and even those were burnt to the foundations. Even Jake's house was not spared from his own scheme. It wasn't long until the Heralds came to this town, having escaped the forest fire, and pushed blame to Jake in blind anger. Soon after, the town angrily banished the old man, and Jake was forced to leave, still lost in his own angst.

Eventually, the townsfolk recovered, and after decades the forest sprung back to life with much care and nourishment, and Frank Herald and his sister rebuilt their beautiful home in their beautiful woods. And all the while, they never thought of Jake again, as he wandered the world, still tormented by thoughts of those blasted Heralds and their beautiful home.

Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nothing in particular. I just hope that I didn't make this too boring to read.

[Kretol]

Ahoy! Welcome! Hopefully we'll meet or exceed your expectations!