09-09-2012, 08:02 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
Well my names Ben, and i've been roleplaying for roughly six years. It's been something that i've been thoroughly interested in since the start, in my opinion it's a great way to express yourself and gives you a chance to be something that you aspire, and possibly wont ever achieve to be in your lifetime. When i first started roleplaying in 2005, my choice of domain was a website called Habbo, which has a roleplaying category themed for 1940's 'Mafia' New York. I had a good run there, but after a few years it didn't give me the kick that i had at the start,so i thought i'd give it a rest and search for something different, in which i stumbled upon World of Warcraft, of course i did choose the 30 day trial just to see how it went, and i absolutely loved it, but i just didn't have the money to afford membership. I hit a dilemma and couldn't find an alternative game that i could roleplay on. That was when a friend told me about private servers, and apparently they don't cost anything and the possibilities are endless and you can pretty much do whatever you want. That's why i'm applying today on Conquest of the Horde, long story over sorry for boring you guys haha
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I come from London, England. my primary language is English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Pretty much tells you up there ^^
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
A friend told me about it.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I'm fairly interested in romance, and more laid back roleplay. I quite like exploring and going on adventures.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Human Warrior. It is the most realistic class on world of warcraft that suits my roleplaying interests.
What are your expectations of this server?:
Might be a bit glitchy, but overall i'm not going to moan if it does because overall you guys are busting your balls paying to keep a server running for hundreds of people that aren't paying.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Being respectful at ALL times.
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!:
Chris would begin following Thom down the long, dark hallway. At the end was a beam of light breaking from one of the rooms, he turned his nose up, "You can deal with it . . .. i'm hungry . . . " He opened the fridge, and begun rooting through it with half his body hanging out the fridge. To his surprise it was mostly fresh goods. He the took moment while he could and begun stuffing his abnormally wide jaw with anything he could see, excluding vegetables, that is. Sounds of gobbling and the slap of his cheeks whilst eating could be heard from Thom's direction. He was completely oblivious to what was happening opposite him where his counterpart ventured to, he was too busy stuffing his face with shit, but eventually there was only so much his aching jaw could handle, so he jumped out, and begun running towards where Thom was, breaking the news to him about all the consumable food "HEY MAN THERE'S FO-" He paused mid- sentenced as he transfixed his eyesight on the huge slob of shit on the ground, which turned out to be an un-infected human being. "-YOU KILLED HIM! YOU IDI-" Once again, he paused mid-sentanced, staring at the room to the left of him, the sight of firearms made his bloodshot eyes gleam. Regardless of the situation behind him, he sprinted into the room, seemingly forgiveful after almost calling Thom a mother-fucker for killing what could of been a huge bonus for the two.
Thom would be seen sitting in the corner with a handgun grasped between his hand, while on the other hand, Chris would be sorting two seperate piles, still deciding after fourty minutes which one to choose like a five year old mother fucker. Thom was getting noticibly fucked off at the situation, and had it. "PICK A DAMN GUN YOU IDIOT!" the two seemed to over use the word damn, but it was deemed appropriate for pretty much every situation they ran into. Chris replied rather moved "Alright, but look at all of them . . . . So hard to choose . . . ." Chris may be one hard nut, but he had the persona of a five year old. He sighed and picked up a browning pistol, tucked it into his belt line and hanged his baggy A-TEAM t-shirt, with a bold picture of Mr. T on the back of it wielding some sort of cliche chain gun of some sort. "You ready? Cause' i am." He uttered the words whilst walking to an inconspicuous door reading "NO EXIT" Being Chris, he pulled the door handle down and pushed it open. It revealed a garage on the right, and to his left was a dirt track leading for about 300 meters that lead onto the main road with a gate. He approched the garage, with no regard for his safety, he pretty much just yanked the handle up, it flung open, pulling Chris up with it until it reached the roof of the garage, he seemed pretty un-phased that he just got hoised up by a damn garage door, but he had a good view over the road behind it which was thriving with zombies. He was on his all fours remanining completely still, staring at the creatures ripping apart a mangled corpse in the middle of the road, but at the time Thom wasn't aware of this, he was stood there with a smug grin on his face, peering into the garage.
"Heh, you'll never guess what i just found."
<LOW> "Shh! I don't give a damn!! There's hundreds of these things on the road!"
<LOuD> "get in the car!"
Thom's loud voice managed to attract the attention of all the fearless mutants that were in the road, they all instantly twisted their necks, facing and staring at Chris' direction. He continued to sit there on all fours with an intense look of fear in his eyes.
<LOW> Get .... In .... The .... " <LOUD> "CAR!"
Thom instantly nudged his elbow through the window of the priceless 1973 Dodge Swinger, Chris witnessed this, and almost instantly replied.
<LOUD> "OI ya' idiot! Those things aren't cheap!
Chris managed to fall onto the ground from the top of the garage roof, the sounds of zombies were getting closer. And by the time he got back up, the zombies were already halfway down the pathway coming in their direction. He scrambled through the window and into the car, he didn't have time to put his seat-belt on and was instantly slammed into his seat from the sheer gravity of the speed that Thom accelerated to. His face would of been the picture if it was anything other than an armageddon situation. But there wasn't time for that. A horde of zombies were directly infront of them rampaging their way through the tall wheat plants, and Thom was holding the wheel.He slammed the bumper at the horde of zombies at about fifty miles per hour. The sounds of squelching and high pitched screaming as they rolled under the tires of the car and over the bonnet was nothing but surreal to Chris and Thom.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Well my names Ben, and i've been roleplaying for roughly six years. It's been something that i've been thoroughly interested in since the start, in my opinion it's a great way to express yourself and gives you a chance to be something that you aspire, and possibly wont ever achieve to be in your lifetime. When i first started roleplaying in 2005, my choice of domain was a website called Habbo, which has a roleplaying category themed for 1940's 'Mafia' New York. I had a good run there, but after a few years it didn't give me the kick that i had at the start,so i thought i'd give it a rest and search for something different, in which i stumbled upon World of Warcraft, of course i did choose the 30 day trial just to see how it went, and i absolutely loved it, but i just didn't have the money to afford membership. I hit a dilemma and couldn't find an alternative game that i could roleplay on. That was when a friend told me about private servers, and apparently they don't cost anything and the possibilities are endless and you can pretty much do whatever you want. That's why i'm applying today on Conquest of the Horde, long story over sorry for boring you guys haha
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I come from London, England. my primary language is English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Pretty much tells you up there ^^
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
A friend told me about it.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I'm fairly interested in romance, and more laid back roleplay. I quite like exploring and going on adventures.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Human Warrior. It is the most realistic class on world of warcraft that suits my roleplaying interests.
What are your expectations of this server?:
Might be a bit glitchy, but overall i'm not going to moan if it does because overall you guys are busting your balls paying to keep a server running for hundreds of people that aren't paying.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Being respectful at ALL times.
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!:
Chris would begin following Thom down the long, dark hallway. At the end was a beam of light breaking from one of the rooms, he turned his nose up, "You can deal with it . . .. i'm hungry . . . " He opened the fridge, and begun rooting through it with half his body hanging out the fridge. To his surprise it was mostly fresh goods. He the took moment while he could and begun stuffing his abnormally wide jaw with anything he could see, excluding vegetables, that is. Sounds of gobbling and the slap of his cheeks whilst eating could be heard from Thom's direction. He was completely oblivious to what was happening opposite him where his counterpart ventured to, he was too busy stuffing his face with shit, but eventually there was only so much his aching jaw could handle, so he jumped out, and begun running towards where Thom was, breaking the news to him about all the consumable food "HEY MAN THERE'S FO-" He paused mid- sentenced as he transfixed his eyesight on the huge slob of shit on the ground, which turned out to be an un-infected human being. "-YOU KILLED HIM! YOU IDI-" Once again, he paused mid-sentanced, staring at the room to the left of him, the sight of firearms made his bloodshot eyes gleam. Regardless of the situation behind him, he sprinted into the room, seemingly forgiveful after almost calling Thom a mother-fucker for killing what could of been a huge bonus for the two.
Thom would be seen sitting in the corner with a handgun grasped between his hand, while on the other hand, Chris would be sorting two seperate piles, still deciding after fourty minutes which one to choose like a five year old mother fucker. Thom was getting noticibly fucked off at the situation, and had it. "PICK A DAMN GUN YOU IDIOT!" the two seemed to over use the word damn, but it was deemed appropriate for pretty much every situation they ran into. Chris replied rather moved "Alright, but look at all of them . . . . So hard to choose . . . ." Chris may be one hard nut, but he had the persona of a five year old. He sighed and picked up a browning pistol, tucked it into his belt line and hanged his baggy A-TEAM t-shirt, with a bold picture of Mr. T on the back of it wielding some sort of cliche chain gun of some sort. "You ready? Cause' i am." He uttered the words whilst walking to an inconspicuous door reading "NO EXIT" Being Chris, he pulled the door handle down and pushed it open. It revealed a garage on the right, and to his left was a dirt track leading for about 300 meters that lead onto the main road with a gate. He approched the garage, with no regard for his safety, he pretty much just yanked the handle up, it flung open, pulling Chris up with it until it reached the roof of the garage, he seemed pretty un-phased that he just got hoised up by a damn garage door, but he had a good view over the road behind it which was thriving with zombies. He was on his all fours remanining completely still, staring at the creatures ripping apart a mangled corpse in the middle of the road, but at the time Thom wasn't aware of this, he was stood there with a smug grin on his face, peering into the garage.
"Heh, you'll never guess what i just found."
<LOW> "Shh! I don't give a damn!! There's hundreds of these things on the road!"
<LOuD> "get in the car!"
Thom's loud voice managed to attract the attention of all the fearless mutants that were in the road, they all instantly twisted their necks, facing and staring at Chris' direction. He continued to sit there on all fours with an intense look of fear in his eyes.
<LOW> Get .... In .... The .... " <LOUD> "CAR!"
Thom instantly nudged his elbow through the window of the priceless 1973 Dodge Swinger, Chris witnessed this, and almost instantly replied.
<LOUD> "OI ya' idiot! Those things aren't cheap!
Chris managed to fall onto the ground from the top of the garage roof, the sounds of zombies were getting closer. And by the time he got back up, the zombies were already halfway down the pathway coming in their direction. He scrambled through the window and into the car, he didn't have time to put his seat-belt on and was instantly slammed into his seat from the sheer gravity of the speed that Thom accelerated to. His face would of been the picture if it was anything other than an armageddon situation. But there wasn't time for that. A horde of zombies were directly infront of them rampaging their way through the tall wheat plants, and Thom was holding the wheel.He slammed the bumper at the horde of zombies at about fifty miles per hour. The sounds of squelching and high pitched screaming as they rolled under the tires of the car and over the bonnet was nothing but surreal to Chris and Thom.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
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