03-18-2011, 04:17 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
Hello. I am Silvershade or just Silver. I've RPed for about a year but I quit wow to prioratise personal life. Now I am back in the RP scene and a few friends (Namely Drust and Jack) recommended this server.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
Norway, my primary language is Norwegian but my English grammar is better then my Norwegian one so I belive it should not be a problem.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I started playing wow 5 years ago when a friend introduced me too it.
What made you seek our server over others? (or How did you find us?):
I was introduced by two friends who play the server. Also knew of it from your reputation in the RP community.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I enjoy forrest RP, bonfire stories, romance, mainly one on one. On the other hand dark RP is also great fun.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Nightelves have a lot of great lore but in some settings they are just a bit prude. Humans are fun because they are open personallity wise but a bit generic. Not a big fan or orcs or Draenei. Belves are usually a bit unfriendly, gnomes are only fun to joke around on. So humans or Night elves.
What are your expectations of this server?:
Get some exiting RP, reconnect with old friends and develop great storylines. Also get some writing done with inspiration from the RP events and characters that I meet.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
No godmoding without a doubt. If it is one thing I hate it is someone taking a punch to the face and shrugging it off. I like my RP realistic, even if there are dreadlords walking around.
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 sun set quietly over the hills of Westfall, Sam brushed his knees off as he got up and turned away from the sight. Another night spent on the beach, longing for her breath on his neck. It had been six months since her passing. He still cursed the name of the man who set their cabin on fire. He gave the murlocs a glance as they fought amonst themselves. As he reached the fields he wiped another tear from the corner of his eye. He looked over the field and noticed two masked men, crowding around a young girl. They were pushing her back and fourth between them. He could somewhat destinguish their yells, but not what they were saying. He looked around, the men looked dangerous and he could use all the help he needed. He noticed a crocked fencepole and kicked it as hard as he could. The pole broke off and he picked it up. Flailing it in the air and yelling at the men "Get away from my sister you bastards!". The men looked a bit suprised at Sam. They took a step back and looked at eachother before drawing their blades. The girl, being let go ran towards Sam, her eyes teary wet. The men ignored her. Sam let her pass, slowly walking backwards but not letting the men out of his sight. The men walked with moderate pace towards him. Sam raised the pole, letting out a warcry in a desperate attempt to scare them off. It did not seem to have much effect as the men where getting closer. The first thug lashed out with his blade in an attempt to stab at Sam's neck. Sam stepped back and swung the pole, suprisingly hitting the side of the man's head. The thug stumbled backwards, losing balance and fell backwards. The other thug looked unsure of what his next move was going to be. Sam, suprised of the strength of his blow grew confident and yelled out in a deep tone: "Come on then!" The other thug looked at his friend, as if worried, for a quick second. But he decided it was time to flee. Sam looked down on the man on the ground, him being clearly wounded from the blow to the head. He kicked the knife out of the man's hand and leaned down to see if he was still breathing. He was. Sam got up, and looked down at the man. Filled with rage of the man who killed his lost wife he looked down at the man. A pool of blood started to form around his head. Sam threw the pole on the ground and walked away.
((I could probably wrap this story up better, but that would make it painfully long and I think I showed somewhat my storytelling skills here. Opon request I'll finish it but leaving it like this too shorten the application.))
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I look forward to your reply and thank you for your consideration. As for the story I hope you consider I have been out of practise for quite a while.
-Silver.
Hello. I am Silvershade or just Silver. I've RPed for about a year but I quit wow to prioratise personal life. Now I am back in the RP scene and a few friends (Namely Drust and Jack) recommended this server.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
Norway, my primary language is Norwegian but my English grammar is better then my Norwegian one so I belive it should not be a problem.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I started playing wow 5 years ago when a friend introduced me too it.
What made you seek our server over others? (or How did you find us?):
I was introduced by two friends who play the server. Also knew of it from your reputation in the RP community.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I enjoy forrest RP, bonfire stories, romance, mainly one on one. On the other hand dark RP is also great fun.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Nightelves have a lot of great lore but in some settings they are just a bit prude. Humans are fun because they are open personallity wise but a bit generic. Not a big fan or orcs or Draenei. Belves are usually a bit unfriendly, gnomes are only fun to joke around on. So humans or Night elves.
What are your expectations of this server?:
Get some exiting RP, reconnect with old friends and develop great storylines. Also get some writing done with inspiration from the RP events and characters that I meet.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
No godmoding without a doubt. If it is one thing I hate it is someone taking a punch to the face and shrugging it off. I like my RP realistic, even if there are dreadlords walking around.
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 sun set quietly over the hills of Westfall, Sam brushed his knees off as he got up and turned away from the sight. Another night spent on the beach, longing for her breath on his neck. It had been six months since her passing. He still cursed the name of the man who set their cabin on fire. He gave the murlocs a glance as they fought amonst themselves. As he reached the fields he wiped another tear from the corner of his eye. He looked over the field and noticed two masked men, crowding around a young girl. They were pushing her back and fourth between them. He could somewhat destinguish their yells, but not what they were saying. He looked around, the men looked dangerous and he could use all the help he needed. He noticed a crocked fencepole and kicked it as hard as he could. The pole broke off and he picked it up. Flailing it in the air and yelling at the men "Get away from my sister you bastards!". The men looked a bit suprised at Sam. They took a step back and looked at eachother before drawing their blades. The girl, being let go ran towards Sam, her eyes teary wet. The men ignored her. Sam let her pass, slowly walking backwards but not letting the men out of his sight. The men walked with moderate pace towards him. Sam raised the pole, letting out a warcry in a desperate attempt to scare them off. It did not seem to have much effect as the men where getting closer. The first thug lashed out with his blade in an attempt to stab at Sam's neck. Sam stepped back and swung the pole, suprisingly hitting the side of the man's head. The thug stumbled backwards, losing balance and fell backwards. The other thug looked unsure of what his next move was going to be. Sam, suprised of the strength of his blow grew confident and yelled out in a deep tone: "Come on then!" The other thug looked at his friend, as if worried, for a quick second. But he decided it was time to flee. Sam looked down on the man on the ground, him being clearly wounded from the blow to the head. He kicked the knife out of the man's hand and leaned down to see if he was still breathing. He was. Sam got up, and looked down at the man. Filled with rage of the man who killed his lost wife he looked down at the man. A pool of blood started to form around his head. Sam threw the pole on the ground and walked away.
((I could probably wrap this story up better, but that would make it painfully long and I think I showed somewhat my storytelling skills here. Opon request I'll finish it but leaving it like this too shorten the application.))
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I look forward to your reply and thank you for your consideration. As for the story I hope you consider I have been out of practise for quite a while.
-Silver.
