10-17-2014, 03:40 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
Hullo, I be Alfhedil, a roleplaying veteran of the Forum-based RP of fifteen years. I first started on the Elder Scrolls forums before moving on to other places and meeting many new people, as well as most importantly, refining my skill.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I am from the United States, and as exciting as it will sound, my primary language is english. ._. Sorry, I tried to learn other languages but never got far xD
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Was introduced to the game by my partner before we got together, and over time the game drew me in as I spent a good deal of time playing the game with her and learning the lore behind the game. Though I don't play it much anymore, since moving on to a certain other MMO, I still greatly enjoy the lore, as well as a certain species within the alliance.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
I was introduced to the forum by my partner, other than that I had never heard of it before, nor any kind of private WoW server. The idea interests me, and I'm willing to give it a go to see how I may like it.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Being one who has dabbled in quite a few forms of RP, some more than most, I generally go with whatever I'm feeling at the moment, though I do have preferences. I like a darker theme to my RPs and characters, bringing in the aspect of loss and tragedy that I feel some prefer to omit in light of having a more likable character. Often times I like to craft a very personable character that is drawn to others, and people feel naturally drawn to as well, unaware of the dark secrets they hold, and what terrible things they have done, or had done to them.
I am also a fan of the Nation Roleplay format, one in which the player controls the movements of an entire nation of people from the standpoint of figureheads and the actions of various important people. It's an aspect that I greatly enjoy, the crafting of an entire culture from the ground up and making them feel like a living breathing creation.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Classwise, I tend to bounce around between SPriest, MHunter and the occasional FWarrior, it really depends on who I feel like playing at the moment, or if RP is being planned. As for race.... I like the blue ladies ._. Hey! Everyone has that certain thing they really like.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I dunno xD I've never been a part of something like this before really. I suppose just to have a good time and meet some fellow roleplayers, perhaps even craft a good story.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
NPC - Deaths: This. So much of this. I have seen people before just wave away the actions of their characters towards NPCs as if it's something that doesn't even warrant mentioning. I always strive to be aware of my character's actions and think carefully of what they would do in the situation, and what impact it may have upon them.
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 don't know much about it, so for the moment I'm going to decline.
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!:
*OOC note: This is from a recent RP between me a few others of an RP group I'm in, and is completely not Warcraft related, so cover your eyes if that may offend you xD *
This was an odd feeling, one that did not sit correctly. The construct poked its fleshy manipulators at its body, trying to gain an understanding of just what kind of platform it had been inloaded to. A polished glass appeared before it, and the construct observed the outer appearance of its body. Despite that it was made of inferior flesh and not of supple metal, this body was lithe and did have appealing curves. Recognizing the features of the body as feminine, the construct reacted accordingly and assigned itself as female, patterning her routines in line with what was commonly perceived as female thought.
Lithely striding from the chamber, the construct sniffed at the strange scents which perfumed the air. These smells did not have existing data to them, her mind not able to identify them immediately and instead tagging them with "unknown". This was most peculiar, as she should have been able to understand them immediately, able to link with Amnos and pull the data she needed. Suddenly, she halted, her body swaying when her feet stopped mid-stride. She now felt the absence of Amnos, the ever present noise she had known before being placed in this prison of flesh was gone. Now there was only the silence of her own thoughts, a raging torrent of nothingness that brought her to her knees on the cold floor of the hall. "W-wh-w-..." Her voice was erratic, it was hard to find the function to control the vocal-emitters in this damn body.
She slammed her hand against the floor, the force of the impact bringing an echoing crack to the hall and she jerked her hand back in agony. Agony. That was something new. The sensation within her hand was a throbbing molten feeling, as if a great heat had been lit under her skin and along every fibre of her arm. Trying to bend the fingers, she found she couldn't, the throbbing and pain increasing every time she flexed and tensed the muscles underneath. An odd feeling could be felt underneath the pain and strangeness of the cold air, one of something broken grinding against shattered ends. Holding the hand up to her face, she looked at it, but her vision blurred as she found the pain overwhelming her senses...
Again she awoke, standing upright in another room, a construct staring at her. Staring back she found that she could not tell who it was, and why they were staring. Once more, she tried to speak, slowly tensing the muscles in her throat to try and coax words from the stubborn vocal-cords. "Wh....What..... What is this?" her words suddenly spilled forth when she found the appropriate action to use them, anger painting her voice as she demanded of the construct before her to reveal what it knew. It cocked its head at her, then turned about and tapped at the air before it. She struggled to read what it was the construct was doing, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the haptic interface before it, and was left unaware.
Finally, the construct turned to her, a hash of noise coming from the construct's head. Seeing that she did not react to the noise, it adjusted the tone and frequency of the noise, finally coming across in plain speech.
"This construct is pleased you have awakened, Cytherea. Precept Ba'al was of the impression this would not be a successful inload." Taking a moment to sit in silence, the construct review notations and data to itself, or at the very least in a way that she could not see. Finally with a hum of amusement it gave a command to release her from the confinement of the field. "You are to accompany this construct to see Precept Ba'al personally, but first, as an organic, you must clothe yourself." It pointed at a collection of fabrics that hung on the wall next to a polished glass. Looking between the construct and the clothing, she decided she might as well.
She took her time looking over the assorted dresses and suits, finally finding one that suited her taste. Slipping into the loose, yet flowing kimono, she took a moment to admire herself fully in the glass. Long flowing black hair ran down her back and contrasted her pale skin and light pink lips, hazel eyes roaming over her figure from the reflection. The body she had been placed to was starting to grow on her, and she could see the natural beauty of it, though she still longed for the sound of Amnos ever present in the background and the feel of synthetic metals instead of this prison of flesh.
With her body covered, she took to walking behind the construct as they made their way to Ba'al, the corridor before them a straight shot into the Precept's observatory. Even now she began to feel the chill of the void beyond the glass of the dome, the thin garment really serving more of an ornamental role than actual protection from the elements. What drew her gaze, however, was the construct that stood in the center of the dome.
It stood nearly six feet in height, thin luminescent lines running down the elegant carapace that adorned its exoskeleton and flowed freely like liquid metal. It was all an illusion of form, however, as the glowing etchings and lines formed a pattern that confused and disorientated the eyes of normal beings and created a harsh noise to the ocular sensors of other synthetics. The only feature that stood out from the static was a face that was so unlike the others of its kind. It bore the features of an aristocratic man, the face sculpted to form a look of indifference as the owner looked upon Cytherea. She felt cowed by his presence, engrams within her mind telling her she wasn't worthy of being there and her instincts brought her to her knees before the construct.
Taking at her, the construct lifted her chin up to look it directly in the eyes. "You are Cytherea." It spoke with a blunt authority, though there were subtle tones that caused her to feel a mix of emotions at the voice. All of which was purposefully constructed to put the being above those it interacted with. The soft tone made her feel relaxed, but the undertones of the voice caused her to feel as though her obedience was expected, and all of the varied pitches and tones mingled together to cause her to give into the construct. "Yes, my lord." Was all she could manage in the presence of the construct, her vocal cords unwilling to ask the questions she wanted answers to.
"I am Ba'al, Precept of Unending, and the one who you will serve. My brethren are making a push to expand the borders of Synchronicity, and I need eyes on the front. That is where you will come into play." Gesturing to the holomap next to her, he marked an area to the far west of the main advance. "My eyes within the fleets tell me that a large civilization has been located here, and that it possibly extends father into the adjoining region. That is where you will go. You are to be my envoy to this civilization and see to what extent their power reaches. Learn from them what you can, and then I will be in prime position to take what is mine." Ba'al leaned down closer to Cytherea and traced a thin manipulator down her cheek. "Of course... You will be duly rewarded."
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope! Other than the obvious part where I don't exclusively RP WoW and am up for most genres and settings.
Hullo, I be Alfhedil, a roleplaying veteran of the Forum-based RP of fifteen years. I first started on the Elder Scrolls forums before moving on to other places and meeting many new people, as well as most importantly, refining my skill.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I am from the United States, and as exciting as it will sound, my primary language is english. ._. Sorry, I tried to learn other languages but never got far xD
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Was introduced to the game by my partner before we got together, and over time the game drew me in as I spent a good deal of time playing the game with her and learning the lore behind the game. Though I don't play it much anymore, since moving on to a certain other MMO, I still greatly enjoy the lore, as well as a certain species within the alliance.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
I was introduced to the forum by my partner, other than that I had never heard of it before, nor any kind of private WoW server. The idea interests me, and I'm willing to give it a go to see how I may like it.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Being one who has dabbled in quite a few forms of RP, some more than most, I generally go with whatever I'm feeling at the moment, though I do have preferences. I like a darker theme to my RPs and characters, bringing in the aspect of loss and tragedy that I feel some prefer to omit in light of having a more likable character. Often times I like to craft a very personable character that is drawn to others, and people feel naturally drawn to as well, unaware of the dark secrets they hold, and what terrible things they have done, or had done to them.
I am also a fan of the Nation Roleplay format, one in which the player controls the movements of an entire nation of people from the standpoint of figureheads and the actions of various important people. It's an aspect that I greatly enjoy, the crafting of an entire culture from the ground up and making them feel like a living breathing creation.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Classwise, I tend to bounce around between SPriest, MHunter and the occasional FWarrior, it really depends on who I feel like playing at the moment, or if RP is being planned. As for race.... I like the blue ladies ._. Hey! Everyone has that certain thing they really like.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I dunno xD I've never been a part of something like this before really. I suppose just to have a good time and meet some fellow roleplayers, perhaps even craft a good story.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
NPC - Deaths: This. So much of this. I have seen people before just wave away the actions of their characters towards NPCs as if it's something that doesn't even warrant mentioning. I always strive to be aware of my character's actions and think carefully of what they would do in the situation, and what impact it may have upon them.
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 don't know much about it, so for the moment I'm going to decline.
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!:
*OOC note: This is from a recent RP between me a few others of an RP group I'm in, and is completely not Warcraft related, so cover your eyes if that may offend you xD *
"For the Sister, he would give the oceans, for while they had not the reach of the stars, or the watchfulness of the moon, the oceans were always at her side, and when times proved desperate, they would sacrifice themself for her..."
SYNCHRONICITY
SYNCHRONICITY
This was an odd feeling, one that did not sit correctly. The construct poked its fleshy manipulators at its body, trying to gain an understanding of just what kind of platform it had been inloaded to. A polished glass appeared before it, and the construct observed the outer appearance of its body. Despite that it was made of inferior flesh and not of supple metal, this body was lithe and did have appealing curves. Recognizing the features of the body as feminine, the construct reacted accordingly and assigned itself as female, patterning her routines in line with what was commonly perceived as female thought.
Lithely striding from the chamber, the construct sniffed at the strange scents which perfumed the air. These smells did not have existing data to them, her mind not able to identify them immediately and instead tagging them with "unknown". This was most peculiar, as she should have been able to understand them immediately, able to link with Amnos and pull the data she needed. Suddenly, she halted, her body swaying when her feet stopped mid-stride. She now felt the absence of Amnos, the ever present noise she had known before being placed in this prison of flesh was gone. Now there was only the silence of her own thoughts, a raging torrent of nothingness that brought her to her knees on the cold floor of the hall. "W-wh-w-..." Her voice was erratic, it was hard to find the function to control the vocal-emitters in this damn body.
She slammed her hand against the floor, the force of the impact bringing an echoing crack to the hall and she jerked her hand back in agony. Agony. That was something new. The sensation within her hand was a throbbing molten feeling, as if a great heat had been lit under her skin and along every fibre of her arm. Trying to bend the fingers, she found she couldn't, the throbbing and pain increasing every time she flexed and tensed the muscles underneath. An odd feeling could be felt underneath the pain and strangeness of the cold air, one of something broken grinding against shattered ends. Holding the hand up to her face, she looked at it, but her vision blurred as she found the pain overwhelming her senses...
Again she awoke, standing upright in another room, a construct staring at her. Staring back she found that she could not tell who it was, and why they were staring. Once more, she tried to speak, slowly tensing the muscles in her throat to try and coax words from the stubborn vocal-cords. "Wh....What..... What is this?" her words suddenly spilled forth when she found the appropriate action to use them, anger painting her voice as she demanded of the construct before her to reveal what it knew. It cocked its head at her, then turned about and tapped at the air before it. She struggled to read what it was the construct was doing, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the haptic interface before it, and was left unaware.
Finally, the construct turned to her, a hash of noise coming from the construct's head. Seeing that she did not react to the noise, it adjusted the tone and frequency of the noise, finally coming across in plain speech.
"This construct is pleased you have awakened, Cytherea. Precept Ba'al was of the impression this would not be a successful inload." Taking a moment to sit in silence, the construct review notations and data to itself, or at the very least in a way that she could not see. Finally with a hum of amusement it gave a command to release her from the confinement of the field. "You are to accompany this construct to see Precept Ba'al personally, but first, as an organic, you must clothe yourself." It pointed at a collection of fabrics that hung on the wall next to a polished glass. Looking between the construct and the clothing, she decided she might as well.
She took her time looking over the assorted dresses and suits, finally finding one that suited her taste. Slipping into the loose, yet flowing kimono, she took a moment to admire herself fully in the glass. Long flowing black hair ran down her back and contrasted her pale skin and light pink lips, hazel eyes roaming over her figure from the reflection. The body she had been placed to was starting to grow on her, and she could see the natural beauty of it, though she still longed for the sound of Amnos ever present in the background and the feel of synthetic metals instead of this prison of flesh.
With her body covered, she took to walking behind the construct as they made their way to Ba'al, the corridor before them a straight shot into the Precept's observatory. Even now she began to feel the chill of the void beyond the glass of the dome, the thin garment really serving more of an ornamental role than actual protection from the elements. What drew her gaze, however, was the construct that stood in the center of the dome.
It stood nearly six feet in height, thin luminescent lines running down the elegant carapace that adorned its exoskeleton and flowed freely like liquid metal. It was all an illusion of form, however, as the glowing etchings and lines formed a pattern that confused and disorientated the eyes of normal beings and created a harsh noise to the ocular sensors of other synthetics. The only feature that stood out from the static was a face that was so unlike the others of its kind. It bore the features of an aristocratic man, the face sculpted to form a look of indifference as the owner looked upon Cytherea. She felt cowed by his presence, engrams within her mind telling her she wasn't worthy of being there and her instincts brought her to her knees before the construct.
Taking at her, the construct lifted her chin up to look it directly in the eyes. "You are Cytherea." It spoke with a blunt authority, though there were subtle tones that caused her to feel a mix of emotions at the voice. All of which was purposefully constructed to put the being above those it interacted with. The soft tone made her feel relaxed, but the undertones of the voice caused her to feel as though her obedience was expected, and all of the varied pitches and tones mingled together to cause her to give into the construct. "Yes, my lord." Was all she could manage in the presence of the construct, her vocal cords unwilling to ask the questions she wanted answers to.
"I am Ba'al, Precept of Unending, and the one who you will serve. My brethren are making a push to expand the borders of Synchronicity, and I need eyes on the front. That is where you will come into play." Gesturing to the holomap next to her, he marked an area to the far west of the main advance. "My eyes within the fleets tell me that a large civilization has been located here, and that it possibly extends father into the adjoining region. That is where you will go. You are to be my envoy to this civilization and see to what extent their power reaches. Learn from them what you can, and then I will be in prime position to take what is mine." Ba'al leaned down closer to Cytherea and traced a thin manipulator down her cheek. "Of course... You will be duly rewarded."
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope! Other than the obvious part where I don't exclusively RP WoW and am up for most genres and settings.
It's exciting to see someone who hasn't been part of a private server before. I hope you'll enjoy your time here!