02-23-2014, 08:39 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
I suppose it wouldn't be too far off to say I'm an experienced roleplayer. I have a wide range of character archetypes that I tend to play, though I like to sneak in a bit of silliness no matter who it is. Otherwise I'd probably describe myself as relaxed, polite and maybe a little shy. I don't like to compete and I try to avoid drama at all costs. My goal is just to help create a scene that's fun and memorable for everyone involved.
Oh... It just occurred to me that this question probably means games in general. Um! I like anything that lets me build things, especially characters. Most of my time in any given game, WoW included, is spent poring over customization options. Apart from that I like RPGs and any game with an enjoyable storyline! So y'know, Madden.*
*I have never played a sport in my life.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
The United States. I'm only fluent in English, sadly.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I started borrowing Blizzard games from friends in middle school, and then Warcraft III came out! I was thrilled that I could make little bases and maps, and then I got to the first big cinematic in the storyline. That was the moment I really got into Warcraft. When WoW came out I went on RP servers to avoid getting ganked and stumbled onto roleplaying for the first time!
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
I was RPing with a friend when I mentioned that I missed WoW; I had stopped playing after I got bored with Pandaria. They told me about the caliber of roleplaying on CotH and I thought I'd give it a try! So here we are.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I really enjoy one-on-one scenes, but group RP is fun too. I just run into problems because my words per minute aren't great. Maybe three, three and a half if I've had espresso and I'm just typing "desu" over and over again.
When it comes to tone I like humor a lot. Dramatic scenes are great for character develpoment but you can't do them all the time, and I only really like combat RP if I know the other person well so we can work out a satisfactory conclusion for everyone through OOC channels.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I love Night Elf priests! When I first started playing Warcraft III, it was really refreshing to see a feral race of warrior women, especially in a game dominated by macho medieval men. It's just really brilliant to me that their holy priestesses were also warriors. It tells you so much about the underlying culture of the Night Elves. Of course, WoW's game mechanics and dance animations didn't do them any favors but I guess that's where our imagination comes in.
I feel like it's not fair to just talk about Alliance races though. I also have a weird fondness for Troll mages. I'm not sure why but I really like the idea of mixing the Trolls' voodoo culture with the almost sterile, academic ways of the mage. I didn't expect Blizzard to try and mesh the two but I'm glad they did!
What are your expectations of this server?:
I'm hoping to find some fun and literate roleplay in the small amount of time I have off and maybe attend an event or two. Nothing huge or complex.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
I'm really happy to see tolerance as one of the rules. In an RP community like this you can run into certain groups ostracizing other groups for one reason or another, and it just creates drama. It's nice to know that if I mess something up or don't know how something works I won't be treated poorly by veteran players. It's also really cool that I can log into the server without worrying about being called names or seeing someone getting harassed just for being who they are. It's a rule I'd like to see more of in the real world too.
Did you know that we have a Mentor Program? It's entirely voluntary and you as a new player can sign up for it right now in your introduction! Are you interested in signing up to be assigned a Mentor? If so, say so here (Please enter at least "Yes" or "No"):
I really appreciate the offer, but I'm pretty familiar with WoW roleplay. I can probably learn the ropes here too. Thank you though!
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!:
Mipsette was very young, her entire head being no larger than a potato when her parents first took her to Stormwind. Not a prize-winning potato either. No, it was akin to your average garden variety spud. Even then her brainbox had equidistant pigtails nestled on top of it, which her father insisted would keep her from losing her balance while they visited those notoriously lopsided human buildings. Her father was very concerned about that sort of thing. In his words, a human wouldn't know a protractor from a nickel-plated volt-inverter if they were both simultaneously lodged in said human's amygdala.
The gnomish family sped over wheel-worn cobblestones and hurried through shops where the counters were installed at downright spiteful elevations, but when they reached the grand cathedral at the center of the city everything seemed to slow down. The sense of calm was palpable, and to Mipsette it tasted like sweet cream with a hint of melted snow. She was instantly entranced by the serene chanting and especially by the absolute quiet that followed any given verse.
Then the little girl bobbled her way to a chamber where miracles were done. Men and women were being healed by a human wielding gentle golden flashes of light. Lacking in forethought but not in creativity, Mipsette faked a sudden case of acute tuboflogitis in order to feel the glow herself. She probably would have enjoyed the experience more were it not for the flood of questions she unleashed upon the unsuspecting acolyte: Where are the hidden lightbulbs? What happens to all the blood? If you lost a tooth could you regrow a copy of yourself from it? How did your hands get so long and weird?
The gnomes were eventually escorted out of the cathedral, but not before Mipsette had stolen for herself a tiny chunk of knowledge and a lifelong obsession with the Light. Upon returning home she would study everything she could find about humans, spend hours meditating, and generally try to do everything she could think of with the power of the Light. This included opening pickle jars, baking cookies, and predicting market value fluctuations of chipped boar tusks at the Ironforge auction house. She failed spectacularly each time, which was fine until she attempted to actually heal someone.
When her Uncle Binkus fell ill Mipsette was excited to use her miraculous powers to restore his health. She held her tiny hands over her uncle's heart for hours and whispered her favorite prayers, but the elder gnome only grew weaker. The sad truth was that even if Mipsette had discovered a connection to the Light, there would have been little she could do to reverse Binkus' severe radiation poisoning. It was a long standing occupational hazard for builders of Thorium reactors, but that was little comfort to the tiny crestfallen girl. She was crushed when her Uncle finally slipped from the world of Azeroth right under her hands.
Several years passed before a dismayed Mipsette would try again to channel the Light. It was hard to say what inspired her to give it one more chance. Perhaps it was the sight of a human priest traveling through town on some inane errand or the springtime scent of melting snow. Regardless, she got it in her head to buy a pig's heart from a butcher in Kharanos. She then surprised herself by managing to do it, no weird looks or anything. Honestly, she would have given herself a weird look. She concluded that maybe the butcher was the weird one in that situation.
Mipsette brought the thing home, looked in the bag, only threw up twice, and then promptly slapped the organ down on the desk by her window. She threw up one last time for good measure and pushed the window open to allow elusive divine energies into the space. That done, the would-be priestess spent the entire day focusing on that heart, furrowing her teeny brow and willing it to beat. Sadly, nothing happened.
The defeated gnome sulked away from her grisly project and into bed. She was now entirely convinced that she would never heal anyone no matter how hard she tried. She was officially the owner of two broken hearts.
Her sleep that night was fitful, particularly because of the draft brought on by a sudden rainstorm. She awoke before the sun even had a chance to rise and shivered as she shuffled across the room to close the window. When she reached her desk she squinted, feeling around in the frigid dark for the button to turn on her high-voltage vintage desk lamp. Upon pushing it she heard a familiar click but saw no light. She pushed it again to no avail. She probably shouldn't have proceeded to hammer on the button in a furious tirade of clicks, but she was tired and frustrated at that point so she absolutely did.
When the lamp finally produced a light it came out in a sudden flash, a miniature lightning bolt that shot through the air and into the pig's heart. Mipsette was similarly electrocuted but doesn't really remember that part. All that mattered was the thumping coming from the top of the desk. The heart was beating.
That was the moment Mipsette realized she could be a healer. Whether it was the residual electricity forking between her pigtails or the instant return of childlike wonder, her heart was beating faster too.
Character backstory whee!
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I'm really unreasonably excited about meeting everyone's characters!
I suppose it wouldn't be too far off to say I'm an experienced roleplayer. I have a wide range of character archetypes that I tend to play, though I like to sneak in a bit of silliness no matter who it is. Otherwise I'd probably describe myself as relaxed, polite and maybe a little shy. I don't like to compete and I try to avoid drama at all costs. My goal is just to help create a scene that's fun and memorable for everyone involved.
Oh... It just occurred to me that this question probably means games in general. Um! I like anything that lets me build things, especially characters. Most of my time in any given game, WoW included, is spent poring over customization options. Apart from that I like RPGs and any game with an enjoyable storyline! So y'know, Madden.*
*I have never played a sport in my life.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
The United States. I'm only fluent in English, sadly.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I started borrowing Blizzard games from friends in middle school, and then Warcraft III came out! I was thrilled that I could make little bases and maps, and then I got to the first big cinematic in the storyline. That was the moment I really got into Warcraft. When WoW came out I went on RP servers to avoid getting ganked and stumbled onto roleplaying for the first time!
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
I was RPing with a friend when I mentioned that I missed WoW; I had stopped playing after I got bored with Pandaria. They told me about the caliber of roleplaying on CotH and I thought I'd give it a try! So here we are.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I really enjoy one-on-one scenes, but group RP is fun too. I just run into problems because my words per minute aren't great. Maybe three, three and a half if I've had espresso and I'm just typing "desu" over and over again.
When it comes to tone I like humor a lot. Dramatic scenes are great for character develpoment but you can't do them all the time, and I only really like combat RP if I know the other person well so we can work out a satisfactory conclusion for everyone through OOC channels.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I love Night Elf priests! When I first started playing Warcraft III, it was really refreshing to see a feral race of warrior women, especially in a game dominated by macho medieval men. It's just really brilliant to me that their holy priestesses were also warriors. It tells you so much about the underlying culture of the Night Elves. Of course, WoW's game mechanics and dance animations didn't do them any favors but I guess that's where our imagination comes in.
I feel like it's not fair to just talk about Alliance races though. I also have a weird fondness for Troll mages. I'm not sure why but I really like the idea of mixing the Trolls' voodoo culture with the almost sterile, academic ways of the mage. I didn't expect Blizzard to try and mesh the two but I'm glad they did!
What are your expectations of this server?:
I'm hoping to find some fun and literate roleplay in the small amount of time I have off and maybe attend an event or two. Nothing huge or complex.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
I'm really happy to see tolerance as one of the rules. In an RP community like this you can run into certain groups ostracizing other groups for one reason or another, and it just creates drama. It's nice to know that if I mess something up or don't know how something works I won't be treated poorly by veteran players. It's also really cool that I can log into the server without worrying about being called names or seeing someone getting harassed just for being who they are. It's a rule I'd like to see more of in the real world too.
Did you know that we have a Mentor Program? It's entirely voluntary and you as a new player can sign up for it right now in your introduction! Are you interested in signing up to be assigned a Mentor? If so, say so here (Please enter at least "Yes" or "No"):
I really appreciate the offer, but I'm pretty familiar with WoW roleplay. I can probably learn the ropes here too. Thank you though!
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!:
Mipsette was very young, her entire head being no larger than a potato when her parents first took her to Stormwind. Not a prize-winning potato either. No, it was akin to your average garden variety spud. Even then her brainbox had equidistant pigtails nestled on top of it, which her father insisted would keep her from losing her balance while they visited those notoriously lopsided human buildings. Her father was very concerned about that sort of thing. In his words, a human wouldn't know a protractor from a nickel-plated volt-inverter if they were both simultaneously lodged in said human's amygdala.
The gnomish family sped over wheel-worn cobblestones and hurried through shops where the counters were installed at downright spiteful elevations, but when they reached the grand cathedral at the center of the city everything seemed to slow down. The sense of calm was palpable, and to Mipsette it tasted like sweet cream with a hint of melted snow. She was instantly entranced by the serene chanting and especially by the absolute quiet that followed any given verse.
Then the little girl bobbled her way to a chamber where miracles were done. Men and women were being healed by a human wielding gentle golden flashes of light. Lacking in forethought but not in creativity, Mipsette faked a sudden case of acute tuboflogitis in order to feel the glow herself. She probably would have enjoyed the experience more were it not for the flood of questions she unleashed upon the unsuspecting acolyte: Where are the hidden lightbulbs? What happens to all the blood? If you lost a tooth could you regrow a copy of yourself from it? How did your hands get so long and weird?
The gnomes were eventually escorted out of the cathedral, but not before Mipsette had stolen for herself a tiny chunk of knowledge and a lifelong obsession with the Light. Upon returning home she would study everything she could find about humans, spend hours meditating, and generally try to do everything she could think of with the power of the Light. This included opening pickle jars, baking cookies, and predicting market value fluctuations of chipped boar tusks at the Ironforge auction house. She failed spectacularly each time, which was fine until she attempted to actually heal someone.
When her Uncle Binkus fell ill Mipsette was excited to use her miraculous powers to restore his health. She held her tiny hands over her uncle's heart for hours and whispered her favorite prayers, but the elder gnome only grew weaker. The sad truth was that even if Mipsette had discovered a connection to the Light, there would have been little she could do to reverse Binkus' severe radiation poisoning. It was a long standing occupational hazard for builders of Thorium reactors, but that was little comfort to the tiny crestfallen girl. She was crushed when her Uncle finally slipped from the world of Azeroth right under her hands.
Several years passed before a dismayed Mipsette would try again to channel the Light. It was hard to say what inspired her to give it one more chance. Perhaps it was the sight of a human priest traveling through town on some inane errand or the springtime scent of melting snow. Regardless, she got it in her head to buy a pig's heart from a butcher in Kharanos. She then surprised herself by managing to do it, no weird looks or anything. Honestly, she would have given herself a weird look. She concluded that maybe the butcher was the weird one in that situation.
Mipsette brought the thing home, looked in the bag, only threw up twice, and then promptly slapped the organ down on the desk by her window. She threw up one last time for good measure and pushed the window open to allow elusive divine energies into the space. That done, the would-be priestess spent the entire day focusing on that heart, furrowing her teeny brow and willing it to beat. Sadly, nothing happened.
The defeated gnome sulked away from her grisly project and into bed. She was now entirely convinced that she would never heal anyone no matter how hard she tried. She was officially the owner of two broken hearts.
Her sleep that night was fitful, particularly because of the draft brought on by a sudden rainstorm. She awoke before the sun even had a chance to rise and shivered as she shuffled across the room to close the window. When she reached her desk she squinted, feeling around in the frigid dark for the button to turn on her high-voltage vintage desk lamp. Upon pushing it she heard a familiar click but saw no light. She pushed it again to no avail. She probably shouldn't have proceeded to hammer on the button in a furious tirade of clicks, but she was tired and frustrated at that point so she absolutely did.
When the lamp finally produced a light it came out in a sudden flash, a miniature lightning bolt that shot through the air and into the pig's heart. Mipsette was similarly electrocuted but doesn't really remember that part. All that mattered was the thumping coming from the top of the desk. The heart was beating.
That was the moment Mipsette realized she could be a healer. Whether it was the residual electricity forking between her pigtails or the instant return of childlike wonder, her heart was beating faster too.
Character backstory whee!
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I'm really unreasonably excited about meeting everyone's characters!
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