10-13-2012, 09:52 PM
(I'm sorry if this is posted twice, I didn't see it get posted after 5 hours and I just wanted to make sure that it would be up asap. Please just delete it if there's duplicates as they are the same except the first one does have this header)
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player: I have quite a lot of patience as far as time consumption goes. I've been known to walk most of the time, mount or otherwise. I enjoy role-playing but there's never really a good time or a good crowd to RP with. My father gave me his D&D collection (which is rather large) and my friends started up a really great game in which we all had fun and got to chip in since we were cycling through DM's to find out who fit the role best. Rest assured, I know how to role-play, I love to role-play, and I'm pretty good at it.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?: I can't really say I'm from America because I'm still in America, but I'm an American; and my main language is English however I do know some French.
How did you get into Warcraft?: Long ago when BC first came out my dad got me WoW and I have been playing ever since. I started out with a tauren shaman after watching the video "The World of Warcraft That You Play" I was smitten with envy to become the strongest shaman I could. My main on my actual account is a shaman and I remember taking on 2 blood elves whilst trying to do quests in Arathi Highlands. I don't like PvP by the way, however they wanted to duel and eventually I hit them and was marked PvP so I would kill one, then the other would attack, killed them, the other would respawn. It was a vicious cycle but I really didn't enjoy it other than being impressed with how strong shamans really are.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?: My sister brought me here, and the fact that she says you guys are hell bent on having people role-play brought me here. I hope that there's some good quality RPers.
What kinds of role-play do you enjoy?: Most. The only ones I don't really like are the ones where I'm mortally wounded (obviously) and hack n' slash role-plays that have to do with going from room to room fighting a whole bunch of things that chose that moment to start attacking and not each other.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?: Draenei/Shaman, because I started out the week BC came out and I've always been fascinated by the draenei's design, artwork, accent, and language. As for why I like shamans, I believe I've already explained that but I'll say it once more. I'm the kinda guy that likes to rush into battle but know that I can easily back out and hit my enemies from a far. I also like knowing that my class isn't particularly good or evil and that the Horde also has shamans in which I hope to commune with. I find peace better than war and would much rather talk with the horde than fight. 'Cept Garrosh, he can die.
What are your expectations of this server?: Good quality roleplaying and little lag? If anything I'll enjoy helping my little sis play.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?: The grammar. I'm what is commonly known as a grammar Nazi because it almost physically hurts my brain to see so many misspelled words in one place. Not things like "I gt this 4 u" but when they type things like "Hay hva you beet teh Litch king yat?" is horrible and I don't know how they misspell those words. That kind of spelling error is annoying.
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!: (I'll just use a segment I wrote in creative writing for my D&D character's background)
Today was the day. Zea'lyn had turned a hundred-forty a week ago and this was the day her generation's tree grew to adulthood and so she had to prove herself as an adult. She wasn't aware of her challenge yet, like with all generations the elders keep such things a secret but she was told by her family that she'll do fine. She got out of her hammock made of vines and looked across the room. The dim light from the canopy's glow came in through a knothole which lit up most of her room. When her eyes made it to the corner she jumped a little, slowly walking towards the figure she found note tagged to it and pulled it off. It was in elvish and it was made to be ambiguous but she could tell her father had written it. The figure was a mannequin clothed in a lovely floral tunic. The cloth was a bright shade of lavender with a soft blue trim. It appeared to be worn in a slight spiral shape that started at the neck, curved around the back and ended back at the front after passing the waist. The quarter moon crest of her deity, Corellon, was sewn across the heart of the outfit. She felt the fabric which was silky smooth except the lotus floral patterns which sprouted along the trim. The tunic was cut off at the arms where a yellow chain mail began and thin black pauldrons lay on each shoulder lined with gold on the edges. Looking down she saw that the tunic ended half-way down the thighs where more chainmail begain and quickly disappeared under the knee high black leather riding boots. She raised a hand to her mouth and nearly cried, so happy and amazed her parents were able to afford such a magnificent outfit. Most elves were rich because of all the years they went adventuring, or their parents, or even their parents. The treasures collected were passed down through the ages and even crafted by some dryads and those that choose to live as nomads. This made most elves quite rich, which upped the standards that her parents unfortunately barely made out from the lower class and stayed at the bottom of the average elf.
The warm feeling from her happiness was starting to wear off and she cold breeze from the knothole reminded her that she should get dressed. While she disrobed the mannequin and set the clothes aside she saw the hidden belt under the tunic with a few pouches along the sides. She finally got the chainmail off and although she felt a little embarrassed, she was grateful to find out that there's leather under the chain links where her extremities would be located whilst wearing the armour.
It took her a while but she adorned the new outfit and hurried outside. Her home was inside a large empty pod of a tree, as was the same for every other wood elf. The canopy of glimmering leaves above her were a lovely golden-green signifying it was still early in the day, but that didn't explain how there was no one walking across the bridges between trees. She looked down and saw a lot of people walking in droves towards the forest center. Wondering only fro a moment why the eldest were taking the low roads Zea'lyn followed them using the bridges above which remained empty until she got closer to the center. More young elves such as herself were walking along the bridges with the same faces of confusion as her, all wearing similar outfits but with different patterns and colours.
There was a hush among the crowd and the grand elder stood up from his throne made of roots, vines, and wildlife.
"One hundred-forty years ago today," His voice boomed loud and clear despite his old age "The young tree, Lyn, was planted. As you all know this means the elves born of that generation are now eligible to prove themselves adults!" He looked to the crowd as they cheered upwards to the now numerous young elfen occupying the bridges above. They looked at each other with worry, especially Zea'lyn as she spots Kaz'lyn wearing a rather hot headed red tunic, "Suits him" she whispered through her teeth. The elder started up once more. "There are three ways you can prove yourselves worthy within our council. All of you have been taught by your parents or guardians in one of these three useful categories which in turn will establish your role in benefitting all of us as a whole. If your tunic be white, gray, or black then you will show your worth by means of intelligence. You will compete in a battle of wits, solving many puzzles, riddles, and debates amongst each other."
They all seemed to know where to go and quickly walked out of sight. After they had left only about half of the young elves remained and the elder turned to address them. "Next will the orange, yellow, and red please step forward." once they had there were only a handful of others apart of those of warm colours. "You will be competing in strength. With the war coming closer to our forest we, the council and myself, have decided a large number of soldiers would be required to defend us all. You will learn more advanced combat styles and earn your future station depending on how well you do in training."
As they were about to leave, Kaz'lyn looked back at Zea'lyn with a smirk that turned to a rather humorous look of shock as the elder shouted "Halt!" They all froze and turned back to the elder. "You soldiers should know that the top ten competitors will be able to pick their life partners. We want to keep things in balance so females of the strength category may choose one male from the category of intellect, males will choose from those adorned in purple, afternoon blue, or green. We are entrusting our future with you so we only think it's fair that-" He continued to talk but Zea'lyn couldn't hear as her heart beat loudly, pounding in her head and she saw that smirk once more, except it was different, more sinister. The elder said something and the face was gone, all the warm coloured elves left the scene to their respective camps. That didn't stop Zea'lyn's mind from racing "What if he's one of those top ten competitors?" She thought.
"You remaining few are the balance between strength and intelligence-" The elder continued.
"Surely he wouldn't choose me... There has to be others, right?"
"You can choose to be a local hunter, or a scout, or an adventurer-
"Do I have a choice?! Would I shame my parents if I just ran away?"
"A hunter would supply the village with food, pelts, and other-"
"I could've gotten one of the cute white tunic boys, but no." Turning her head to the heavens, "Some blessing you've given me Correllon! Anything else you'd care to rui-"
"-Venturer's would be free to roam and remain without a partner until he, or she returned for good. You will be given a handful of riches and basic supplies before we send you on your way. Please meet the rest of your group by your tree and you will recie-"
"That was it!" She thought excitedly, "I could leave and then That no good Kaz wouldn't have me as an option! My parents might miss me though... I hope they won't mind too much." She turned towards the docks and started running. It was far from the forest center but she made it within a couple minutes, before she could talk with her instructor however she was stopped by an arm grabbing her waist. She resisted and kicked until her father brought her in front of him. "We figured you'd leave here." He said as he set her down, her mother coming out from behind him.
"You can call it a mother's intuition." Her mother was smiling as though approving her choice. "We knew you'd never want to stay here forever. You seek adventure, imaginings beyond comprehension, and ways to put your skills to the test."
"Which is why," Her father said pulling something out from behind him. "We decided to give you these." He held out his quiver and her mother's bow. "May they keep you safe whenever you may need them."
Once more Zea'lyn almost burst into tears of joy as she took both, strapping the bow over her shoulder and tightened the belt on the quiver before giving both her parents a big hug. "I'm going to miss you two..." She muffled between them. Her parents returning the hug and say nothing for a long while until the instructor tapped her dad's shoulder. "I'm sorry sir, ma'am. We have to send them off soon so that they may all begin around the same time." He said hesitantly, aware of the moment he was breaking up.
"Take care of yourself my little Zea." Her mother said kissing her forehead. "We love you and will always be with you." The instructor walked Zea'lyn to the boats and she looked back only once her boats sail had been set and she was on her way. "Please come back to us in one piece!" Her mother shouted while huddled in the arms of her husband. Zea'lyn waved until they were but ants before turning around and said to herself "Well world, let us see what adventures you have in store!"
(I apologize for length but I forgot that the first few paragraphs were description of her complex Elfen attire and I didn't want you to think I only know how to describe clothing.)
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?: The only thing that I'd like to comment on is the vulgar language policy. Although I'm not one to support swearing I do believe that it would be out of character for some brute orc talking like a gentlemen, if you catch my meaning. Even in the actual game Garrosh Hellscream calls Sylvannas a b*tch after she replies to him about the Val'kyr. I'm not saying let there be a swear word in every single sentence but I believe there should be swear tolerance of sorts. (Not that any of my characters would since I prefer to stick with the alliance.) Other than that, I got nothing. Hope you enjoy my story and that this application isn't too long for you guys to read!
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player: I have quite a lot of patience as far as time consumption goes. I've been known to walk most of the time, mount or otherwise. I enjoy role-playing but there's never really a good time or a good crowd to RP with. My father gave me his D&D collection (which is rather large) and my friends started up a really great game in which we all had fun and got to chip in since we were cycling through DM's to find out who fit the role best. Rest assured, I know how to role-play, I love to role-play, and I'm pretty good at it.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?: I can't really say I'm from America because I'm still in America, but I'm an American; and my main language is English however I do know some French.
How did you get into Warcraft?: Long ago when BC first came out my dad got me WoW and I have been playing ever since. I started out with a tauren shaman after watching the video "The World of Warcraft That You Play" I was smitten with envy to become the strongest shaman I could. My main on my actual account is a shaman and I remember taking on 2 blood elves whilst trying to do quests in Arathi Highlands. I don't like PvP by the way, however they wanted to duel and eventually I hit them and was marked PvP so I would kill one, then the other would attack, killed them, the other would respawn. It was a vicious cycle but I really didn't enjoy it other than being impressed with how strong shamans really are.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?: My sister brought me here, and the fact that she says you guys are hell bent on having people role-play brought me here. I hope that there's some good quality RPers.
What kinds of role-play do you enjoy?: Most. The only ones I don't really like are the ones where I'm mortally wounded (obviously) and hack n' slash role-plays that have to do with going from room to room fighting a whole bunch of things that chose that moment to start attacking and not each other.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?: Draenei/Shaman, because I started out the week BC came out and I've always been fascinated by the draenei's design, artwork, accent, and language. As for why I like shamans, I believe I've already explained that but I'll say it once more. I'm the kinda guy that likes to rush into battle but know that I can easily back out and hit my enemies from a far. I also like knowing that my class isn't particularly good or evil and that the Horde also has shamans in which I hope to commune with. I find peace better than war and would much rather talk with the horde than fight. 'Cept Garrosh, he can die.
What are your expectations of this server?: Good quality roleplaying and little lag? If anything I'll enjoy helping my little sis play.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?: The grammar. I'm what is commonly known as a grammar Nazi because it almost physically hurts my brain to see so many misspelled words in one place. Not things like "I gt this 4 u" but when they type things like "Hay hva you beet teh Litch king yat?" is horrible and I don't know how they misspell those words. That kind of spelling error is annoying.
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!: (I'll just use a segment I wrote in creative writing for my D&D character's background)
Today was the day. Zea'lyn had turned a hundred-forty a week ago and this was the day her generation's tree grew to adulthood and so she had to prove herself as an adult. She wasn't aware of her challenge yet, like with all generations the elders keep such things a secret but she was told by her family that she'll do fine. She got out of her hammock made of vines and looked across the room. The dim light from the canopy's glow came in through a knothole which lit up most of her room. When her eyes made it to the corner she jumped a little, slowly walking towards the figure she found note tagged to it and pulled it off. It was in elvish and it was made to be ambiguous but she could tell her father had written it. The figure was a mannequin clothed in a lovely floral tunic. The cloth was a bright shade of lavender with a soft blue trim. It appeared to be worn in a slight spiral shape that started at the neck, curved around the back and ended back at the front after passing the waist. The quarter moon crest of her deity, Corellon, was sewn across the heart of the outfit. She felt the fabric which was silky smooth except the lotus floral patterns which sprouted along the trim. The tunic was cut off at the arms where a yellow chain mail began and thin black pauldrons lay on each shoulder lined with gold on the edges. Looking down she saw that the tunic ended half-way down the thighs where more chainmail begain and quickly disappeared under the knee high black leather riding boots. She raised a hand to her mouth and nearly cried, so happy and amazed her parents were able to afford such a magnificent outfit. Most elves were rich because of all the years they went adventuring, or their parents, or even their parents. The treasures collected were passed down through the ages and even crafted by some dryads and those that choose to live as nomads. This made most elves quite rich, which upped the standards that her parents unfortunately barely made out from the lower class and stayed at the bottom of the average elf.
The warm feeling from her happiness was starting to wear off and she cold breeze from the knothole reminded her that she should get dressed. While she disrobed the mannequin and set the clothes aside she saw the hidden belt under the tunic with a few pouches along the sides. She finally got the chainmail off and although she felt a little embarrassed, she was grateful to find out that there's leather under the chain links where her extremities would be located whilst wearing the armour.
It took her a while but she adorned the new outfit and hurried outside. Her home was inside a large empty pod of a tree, as was the same for every other wood elf. The canopy of glimmering leaves above her were a lovely golden-green signifying it was still early in the day, but that didn't explain how there was no one walking across the bridges between trees. She looked down and saw a lot of people walking in droves towards the forest center. Wondering only fro a moment why the eldest were taking the low roads Zea'lyn followed them using the bridges above which remained empty until she got closer to the center. More young elves such as herself were walking along the bridges with the same faces of confusion as her, all wearing similar outfits but with different patterns and colours.
There was a hush among the crowd and the grand elder stood up from his throne made of roots, vines, and wildlife.
"One hundred-forty years ago today," His voice boomed loud and clear despite his old age "The young tree, Lyn, was planted. As you all know this means the elves born of that generation are now eligible to prove themselves adults!" He looked to the crowd as they cheered upwards to the now numerous young elfen occupying the bridges above. They looked at each other with worry, especially Zea'lyn as she spots Kaz'lyn wearing a rather hot headed red tunic, "Suits him" she whispered through her teeth. The elder started up once more. "There are three ways you can prove yourselves worthy within our council. All of you have been taught by your parents or guardians in one of these three useful categories which in turn will establish your role in benefitting all of us as a whole. If your tunic be white, gray, or black then you will show your worth by means of intelligence. You will compete in a battle of wits, solving many puzzles, riddles, and debates amongst each other."
They all seemed to know where to go and quickly walked out of sight. After they had left only about half of the young elves remained and the elder turned to address them. "Next will the orange, yellow, and red please step forward." once they had there were only a handful of others apart of those of warm colours. "You will be competing in strength. With the war coming closer to our forest we, the council and myself, have decided a large number of soldiers would be required to defend us all. You will learn more advanced combat styles and earn your future station depending on how well you do in training."
As they were about to leave, Kaz'lyn looked back at Zea'lyn with a smirk that turned to a rather humorous look of shock as the elder shouted "Halt!" They all froze and turned back to the elder. "You soldiers should know that the top ten competitors will be able to pick their life partners. We want to keep things in balance so females of the strength category may choose one male from the category of intellect, males will choose from those adorned in purple, afternoon blue, or green. We are entrusting our future with you so we only think it's fair that-" He continued to talk but Zea'lyn couldn't hear as her heart beat loudly, pounding in her head and she saw that smirk once more, except it was different, more sinister. The elder said something and the face was gone, all the warm coloured elves left the scene to their respective camps. That didn't stop Zea'lyn's mind from racing "What if he's one of those top ten competitors?" She thought.
"You remaining few are the balance between strength and intelligence-" The elder continued.
"Surely he wouldn't choose me... There has to be others, right?"
"You can choose to be a local hunter, or a scout, or an adventurer-
"Do I have a choice?! Would I shame my parents if I just ran away?"
"A hunter would supply the village with food, pelts, and other-"
"I could've gotten one of the cute white tunic boys, but no." Turning her head to the heavens, "Some blessing you've given me Correllon! Anything else you'd care to rui-"
"-Venturer's would be free to roam and remain without a partner until he, or she returned for good. You will be given a handful of riches and basic supplies before we send you on your way. Please meet the rest of your group by your tree and you will recie-"
"That was it!" She thought excitedly, "I could leave and then That no good Kaz wouldn't have me as an option! My parents might miss me though... I hope they won't mind too much." She turned towards the docks and started running. It was far from the forest center but she made it within a couple minutes, before she could talk with her instructor however she was stopped by an arm grabbing her waist. She resisted and kicked until her father brought her in front of him. "We figured you'd leave here." He said as he set her down, her mother coming out from behind him.
"You can call it a mother's intuition." Her mother was smiling as though approving her choice. "We knew you'd never want to stay here forever. You seek adventure, imaginings beyond comprehension, and ways to put your skills to the test."
"Which is why," Her father said pulling something out from behind him. "We decided to give you these." He held out his quiver and her mother's bow. "May they keep you safe whenever you may need them."
Once more Zea'lyn almost burst into tears of joy as she took both, strapping the bow over her shoulder and tightened the belt on the quiver before giving both her parents a big hug. "I'm going to miss you two..." She muffled between them. Her parents returning the hug and say nothing for a long while until the instructor tapped her dad's shoulder. "I'm sorry sir, ma'am. We have to send them off soon so that they may all begin around the same time." He said hesitantly, aware of the moment he was breaking up.
"Take care of yourself my little Zea." Her mother said kissing her forehead. "We love you and will always be with you." The instructor walked Zea'lyn to the boats and she looked back only once her boats sail had been set and she was on her way. "Please come back to us in one piece!" Her mother shouted while huddled in the arms of her husband. Zea'lyn waved until they were but ants before turning around and said to herself "Well world, let us see what adventures you have in store!"
(I apologize for length but I forgot that the first few paragraphs were description of her complex Elfen attire and I didn't want you to think I only know how to describe clothing.)
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?: The only thing that I'd like to comment on is the vulgar language policy. Although I'm not one to support swearing I do believe that it would be out of character for some brute orc talking like a gentlemen, if you catch my meaning. Even in the actual game Garrosh Hellscream calls Sylvannas a b*tch after she replies to him about the Val'kyr. I'm not saying let there be a swear word in every single sentence but I believe there should be swear tolerance of sorts. (Not that any of my characters would since I prefer to stick with the alliance.) Other than that, I got nothing. Hope you enjoy my story and that this application isn't too long for you guys to read!
