03-14-2011, 08:13 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
My history as a player is vivid in my eyes. However, it may seem dull in others'. I was introduced to the world of MMOs nine years ago with Conquer Online. Over time, I have played many MMOs, as my taste changed. I have now reached a point in my game playing "career", if you'd call that, where getting the best items of highest level doesn't satisfy me anymore. I want to carve out my own story and my own place in a community.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I was born in Lithuania, but currently live in the USA. I can speak English and Lithuanian fluently.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I read about World of Warcraft in a gaming magazine (somewhere around patch 1.3 or 1.4). However, I did not play the game until approximately a year later.
What made you seek our server over others? (or How did you find us?):
The reason why I am seeking this server is quite simple. I cannot find enjoyable RP on the global wow servers. There is also an unwelcoming number of antiRPers. This may be my fault however, as I am not the best RPer out there.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
This is a tough one for me to answer as I only got into RPing somewhat recently. To answer this question I could say that what I enjoyed the most on my journey to the RP world, was a random encounter with other RPers in a manner of opposition (enemy faction to put it in these terms). So to chose from your categories, i'd say action is what I enjoy, to be carried out in pairs or triplets.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Undead rogue. The darkness and slyness of rogues are conditions that appeal to me. Masters of poison, trickery, and illusion, the rogues, drew me in to playing one for a few years.
What are your expectations of this server?:
To have regular RP sessions with someone who could show me the ropes (as I think my experience is still lacking) and to have no antiRPers.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Keyboard skills is something I think is very important. As it is the KEY ingredient in communicating within the game. Bad punctuation or spelling can lead to a completely different understanding of an idea, and ruin the immersion.
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!:
Rohknah rose his arm into the heavens and from the side, resembled a mighty, giant oak, protecting its core from the scorching rays of the suns with its forceful branches. Except in the young orc's case, he didn't mind the suns, even though they struck him from uncomfortable angles, which hindered his vision. His ultimate goal at the moment was to protect himself from the arrow.
The arrow made a swooshing, calming sound as it pierced the death-stench filled air.
The serene sound of sharp metal screeching towards Rohknah, even in a situation like this, where he was the target, reminded him of the countless days he had spent practicing his aim with a bow.
The sound of the bow letting it's tension lose and propelling the projectile had a special place in his heart.
This time, the arrow was flying the opposite direction, however.
A faint sound can be heard when an arrow or a bolt hits a living target. Skin cracking, then a resounding thump. Rohknah though he will never have to hear this horror from such a short distance.
A resounding noise of flesh and muscle tearing apart rung in his head at the volume of a thousand war drums being beaten inside his head. It seemed like an eternity before the arrow found its way to the bone. But it did.
The pain hit him as fast as lightning cracks the sky. Thunder himself was orchestrating the rumbling of his bones and blood was dancing in unison.
His training flashed before him and now seemed so useless.
The agony clouded his vision even more than the three suns.
Rohknah was unable to see his nemesis anymore. He was losing his grip on the world.
The arm was now hanging down by his side, like a weak willow's whip, useless and bloody. His knees shook and his feet we're becoming cold. The sweat on his brow didn't seem to bother him anymore. Neither did his arm. Or his knees and feet.
A jumble of colors rendered themselves in front of him.
A flash of light embossed the sky. Thunder rumbled as Rohknah's knees hit the blood-red stone.
He hit the ground as fast as the arrow reaches its destination. As fast as lightning cracks the sky.
If this is not the type of story you wanted, PLEASE let me know. Thank you.
EDIT: Fixed a typo for more enjoyable reading
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I am looking forward to starting RPing with this community. That is all for now. Thank you for your time.
My history as a player is vivid in my eyes. However, it may seem dull in others'. I was introduced to the world of MMOs nine years ago with Conquer Online. Over time, I have played many MMOs, as my taste changed. I have now reached a point in my game playing "career", if you'd call that, where getting the best items of highest level doesn't satisfy me anymore. I want to carve out my own story and my own place in a community.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I was born in Lithuania, but currently live in the USA. I can speak English and Lithuanian fluently.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I read about World of Warcraft in a gaming magazine (somewhere around patch 1.3 or 1.4). However, I did not play the game until approximately a year later.
What made you seek our server over others? (or How did you find us?):
The reason why I am seeking this server is quite simple. I cannot find enjoyable RP on the global wow servers. There is also an unwelcoming number of antiRPers. This may be my fault however, as I am not the best RPer out there.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
This is a tough one for me to answer as I only got into RPing somewhat recently. To answer this question I could say that what I enjoyed the most on my journey to the RP world, was a random encounter with other RPers in a manner of opposition (enemy faction to put it in these terms). So to chose from your categories, i'd say action is what I enjoy, to be carried out in pairs or triplets.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Undead rogue. The darkness and slyness of rogues are conditions that appeal to me. Masters of poison, trickery, and illusion, the rogues, drew me in to playing one for a few years.
What are your expectations of this server?:
To have regular RP sessions with someone who could show me the ropes (as I think my experience is still lacking) and to have no antiRPers.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Keyboard skills is something I think is very important. As it is the KEY ingredient in communicating within the game. Bad punctuation or spelling can lead to a completely different understanding of an idea, and ruin the immersion.
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!:
Rohknah rose his arm into the heavens and from the side, resembled a mighty, giant oak, protecting its core from the scorching rays of the suns with its forceful branches. Except in the young orc's case, he didn't mind the suns, even though they struck him from uncomfortable angles, which hindered his vision. His ultimate goal at the moment was to protect himself from the arrow.
The arrow made a swooshing, calming sound as it pierced the death-stench filled air.
The serene sound of sharp metal screeching towards Rohknah, even in a situation like this, where he was the target, reminded him of the countless days he had spent practicing his aim with a bow.
The sound of the bow letting it's tension lose and propelling the projectile had a special place in his heart.
This time, the arrow was flying the opposite direction, however.
A faint sound can be heard when an arrow or a bolt hits a living target. Skin cracking, then a resounding thump. Rohknah though he will never have to hear this horror from such a short distance.
A resounding noise of flesh and muscle tearing apart rung in his head at the volume of a thousand war drums being beaten inside his head. It seemed like an eternity before the arrow found its way to the bone. But it did.
The pain hit him as fast as lightning cracks the sky. Thunder himself was orchestrating the rumbling of his bones and blood was dancing in unison.
His training flashed before him and now seemed so useless.
The agony clouded his vision even more than the three suns.
Rohknah was unable to see his nemesis anymore. He was losing his grip on the world.
The arm was now hanging down by his side, like a weak willow's whip, useless and bloody. His knees shook and his feet we're becoming cold. The sweat on his brow didn't seem to bother him anymore. Neither did his arm. Or his knees and feet.
A jumble of colors rendered themselves in front of him.
A flash of light embossed the sky. Thunder rumbled as Rohknah's knees hit the blood-red stone.
He hit the ground as fast as the arrow reaches its destination. As fast as lightning cracks the sky.
If this is not the type of story you wanted, PLEASE let me know. Thank you.
EDIT: Fixed a typo for more enjoyable reading
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I am looking forward to starting RPing with this community. That is all for now. Thank you for your time.
