06-24-2011, 03:35 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
I’m seventeen years of age and have been roleplaying with others since roughly ten years of age (we all start somewhere). I’m Caucasian and into literally all sorts of music except ‘gangsta’ rap and pop. Yeah, I really don’t have much to say about myself; I’m pretty ordinary. Go ahead and read on.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I was born in Australia and have lived there since. My primary language is English, British-English if you want to get particular about it.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I’ve been well into Warcraft since I started playing on Warcraft III five or six years ago, as well as playing World of Warcraft on-and-off over that time, also.
What made you seek our server over others? (Or how did you find us?):
I sought CotH out in particular because I appreciate the sense of professionalism present in how your site (and introduction process) is structured. I found you out through a simple Google search, like so many others. You were also a priority for me because I am not planning to move to 4.0.6b for Cataclysm (as other private RP servers would have me do) as the ‘Blizzlike’ private server I play on (Molten WoW) also supports only 3.3.5a.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
In detail, I enjoy:
Text-based (‘forum’) Roleplay:
I enjoy text-based roleplay (and have from as young as ten) because I have always been one for using my imagination, and as part of the minority of late-Western-gen-Y persons who are respectfully adept at the use of English as a written language, I found that text-based roleplay was an excellent medium for me to let my mind run free through what flew from my fingertips. The bonus: being able to do so with the support of people who shared my enthusiasm for roleplaying.
Platform Roleplay:
I also enjoy ‘platform’ roleplay because it allows me to focus on how the plot inside my head goes, rather than focusing instead on how it is being put on display. It also (obviously) adds a much more image-based style of story-telling, like for one to watch a film instead of reading a book. While I do prefer text-based roleplay over platform, I appreciate platform roleplay as a much more laid-back medium through which I might share an experience of imagination with others, something I enjoy doing nevermind the medium it’s done through.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I have always been partial to Orcs, however, have always been slightly displeased with how their bulky hunch in World of Warcraft and wide torso makes them look, of all things, slightly obese. Obviously this isn’t the case, but the Warcraft III rendition of Grom Hellscream will always have a place in my metaphorical book of ‘most memorable fictional characters’.
I totally just rambled about my love of the character of Grom Hellscream (no homo), but to be blunt: If I had to pick a race, it would be the Orcs because of the pride they have in themselves, and their image as a warrior race. My favourite race would have to be Hunter. Assuming Death Knights don’t count.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I hope the players are as mature and able as the site may suggest. So far, things are looking up.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Your desire for all members to maintain a decent level of grammar. Love it.
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!:
Here is an excerpt of a text-based roleplay piece I produced almost half a year ago on an RPG centred around a post-canon take on the Dragonball Z universe. If you like what you see beyond the sense of evaluating my ability to write and roleplay, the full project can be found here.
[spoiler=Excerpt] Private Greg Holdan stood at the base of the northern-most point of the crater’s sheer rock wall, facing inwards at the events taking place at the crater’s centre. Eleven minutes ago, the scientists he and his team had been assigned to escort had activated the large machine in front of the two LOA craft, and had been closely monitoring the equipment assembled all around it since then, with their lead, Steiner, feverishly hunching over the panel on the machine’s frame.
As of yet, the machine had continue to hum as its drill descended deeper into the planet’s crust, not yet having found a deposit of the mineral they were supposedly here to gather.
Holdan wore an abnormally crisp and tidied EPSF uniform, his rifle pressed against his abdomen and his right index finger extended along the length of the trigger guard like he had been trained to do. After all, demonstrating good discipline and honourable presentation was an important step in rising through the ranks of the Earthen Military’s EPSF corp., and he was quite excited to have been given the opportunity.
It was while these very thoughts ran through his mind that a scaled tendril lowered down from the top of the crater’s sheer wall, from which Holdan was standing only metres away, and suspended its end right above his head, the two long, needle-like spines at its tip pointed at the base of the unsuspecting human’s neck, where it met the top of the spine.
Seconds dragged by and still Holdan stood still, his attention focused on the drill in the centre of the crater and the feverish activity of the scientists around it.
Then, a shuffle of movement behind Holdan caused him to freeze, beginning to turn before, snap! The pair of spines pierced through skin and muscle before crashing straight through the bone at the base of the defenceless man’s neck, where they remained while the rest of the tail dropped in front of Holdan’s neck, constricting it for only a matter of seconds before it snapped completely.
Of all the commandos patrolling other points of the crater’s wall nearby where Holdan had stood moments before, and of the scientists who had been in plain sight at the crater’s centre, no one saw or heard the innocent soldier’s violent demise, nor the sight of his corpse being lifted out of the crater, and into the darkness above by its unknown assailant.[/spoiler]
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope, nothing. Looking forward to hearing from the administrators and thanks for reading.
I’m seventeen years of age and have been roleplaying with others since roughly ten years of age (we all start somewhere). I’m Caucasian and into literally all sorts of music except ‘gangsta’ rap and pop. Yeah, I really don’t have much to say about myself; I’m pretty ordinary. Go ahead and read on.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I was born in Australia and have lived there since. My primary language is English, British-English if you want to get particular about it.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I’ve been well into Warcraft since I started playing on Warcraft III five or six years ago, as well as playing World of Warcraft on-and-off over that time, also.
What made you seek our server over others? (Or how did you find us?):
I sought CotH out in particular because I appreciate the sense of professionalism present in how your site (and introduction process) is structured. I found you out through a simple Google search, like so many others. You were also a priority for me because I am not planning to move to 4.0.6b for Cataclysm (as other private RP servers would have me do) as the ‘Blizzlike’ private server I play on (Molten WoW) also supports only 3.3.5a.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
In detail, I enjoy:
Text-based (‘forum’) Roleplay:
I enjoy text-based roleplay (and have from as young as ten) because I have always been one for using my imagination, and as part of the minority of late-Western-gen-Y persons who are respectfully adept at the use of English as a written language, I found that text-based roleplay was an excellent medium for me to let my mind run free through what flew from my fingertips. The bonus: being able to do so with the support of people who shared my enthusiasm for roleplaying.
Platform Roleplay:
I also enjoy ‘platform’ roleplay because it allows me to focus on how the plot inside my head goes, rather than focusing instead on how it is being put on display. It also (obviously) adds a much more image-based style of story-telling, like for one to watch a film instead of reading a book. While I do prefer text-based roleplay over platform, I appreciate platform roleplay as a much more laid-back medium through which I might share an experience of imagination with others, something I enjoy doing nevermind the medium it’s done through.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I have always been partial to Orcs, however, have always been slightly displeased with how their bulky hunch in World of Warcraft and wide torso makes them look, of all things, slightly obese. Obviously this isn’t the case, but the Warcraft III rendition of Grom Hellscream will always have a place in my metaphorical book of ‘most memorable fictional characters’.
I totally just rambled about my love of the character of Grom Hellscream (no homo), but to be blunt: If I had to pick a race, it would be the Orcs because of the pride they have in themselves, and their image as a warrior race. My favourite race would have to be Hunter. Assuming Death Knights don’t count.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I hope the players are as mature and able as the site may suggest. So far, things are looking up.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Your desire for all members to maintain a decent level of grammar. Love it.
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!:
Here is an excerpt of a text-based roleplay piece I produced almost half a year ago on an RPG centred around a post-canon take on the Dragonball Z universe. If you like what you see beyond the sense of evaluating my ability to write and roleplay, the full project can be found here.
[spoiler=Excerpt] Private Greg Holdan stood at the base of the northern-most point of the crater’s sheer rock wall, facing inwards at the events taking place at the crater’s centre. Eleven minutes ago, the scientists he and his team had been assigned to escort had activated the large machine in front of the two LOA craft, and had been closely monitoring the equipment assembled all around it since then, with their lead, Steiner, feverishly hunching over the panel on the machine’s frame.
As of yet, the machine had continue to hum as its drill descended deeper into the planet’s crust, not yet having found a deposit of the mineral they were supposedly here to gather.
Holdan wore an abnormally crisp and tidied EPSF uniform, his rifle pressed against his abdomen and his right index finger extended along the length of the trigger guard like he had been trained to do. After all, demonstrating good discipline and honourable presentation was an important step in rising through the ranks of the Earthen Military’s EPSF corp., and he was quite excited to have been given the opportunity.
It was while these very thoughts ran through his mind that a scaled tendril lowered down from the top of the crater’s sheer wall, from which Holdan was standing only metres away, and suspended its end right above his head, the two long, needle-like spines at its tip pointed at the base of the unsuspecting human’s neck, where it met the top of the spine.
Seconds dragged by and still Holdan stood still, his attention focused on the drill in the centre of the crater and the feverish activity of the scientists around it.
Then, a shuffle of movement behind Holdan caused him to freeze, beginning to turn before, snap! The pair of spines pierced through skin and muscle before crashing straight through the bone at the base of the defenceless man’s neck, where they remained while the rest of the tail dropped in front of Holdan’s neck, constricting it for only a matter of seconds before it snapped completely.
Of all the commandos patrolling other points of the crater’s wall nearby where Holdan had stood moments before, and of the scientists who had been in plain sight at the crater’s centre, no one saw or heard the innocent soldier’s violent demise, nor the sight of his corpse being lifted out of the crater, and into the darkness above by its unknown assailant.[/spoiler]
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope, nothing. Looking forward to hearing from the administrators and thanks for reading.
