10-31-2014, 02:24 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
I'm a writer as a hobby and potential career, so it goes without saying that I tend to enjoy these sorts of things. I typically try to avoid cliches with my characters, but make them have a striking feature or identity that makes them easily identifiable and stand out from the crowd. It isn't fun to be generic in my opinion!
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
USA, English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Played the game all the time from late vanilla to late Cataclysm, into mists of Pandaria and then I dropped off due to the price requirement for what I wasn't using. Role-Played, or attempted to at least, in it as well during my stay.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
A friend suggested I join in order to find some more role-play, so I thought it would be worth looking into.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I typically like small role-play, no larger than 4 or 5 and even that is pushing it. Fighting comes naturally, but I prefer more dramatics and maybe even romance stories and subplots. Contained groups, everything gets lost in a big crowd from my experience.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Race: Tauren and Undead (Goblins in expansions)
Why: I despise the norm of hundreds of Blood Elves or Night Elves or Draenei running about because they're the only pretty races. Tauren are almost wholly seen as the most "meh" race, and for that they earned my attraction. Sort of a racial hipster, you might call me. Undead are just very well suited to telling stories with, and can have a wide range of personalities.
Class: Shaman and Warlock
Why: Shamans are ultimate helpful buffy healers, I loved being a supportive class and being able to manipulate things in a more...intricately unique way. Warlocks are just the same, except with debuffing and mezzing and ruining the enemy's day.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I hope it'll be better than Moon Guard-level RP, that's about all I can safely expect.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
The maturity rule is something I find respectable and am glad to have pointed out. That all RP is allowed, within the sane restrictions of the public eye versus the private, is very kind and appreciated from my point of view.
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 can't really say, I don't have much information on what it contains aside from it is a 'mentoring' program. Is it mentoring on how to role-play? I don't need that...So, I'll say No for now.
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 introduction for a character I plan on creating.
At first, it wasn't much different than being asleep.
The world didn't matter, it didn't really exist to her mind. She felt. She remembered very distinctly that she felt. She had no idea what it is she felt, just the sensation of feeling--like a thin layer of almost-pressure draped over her extremities while her face and body felt numb. Her face and body didn't actually feel numb, they just didn't feel anything at all.
She tried to lift her hands, the pressure holding around them like an insistent dagger in the back of her unthinking mind. They inched, then fell still. To her mind nothing had happened, there was no change in what she felt, no air or cracking muscles. There was just the sensation that her hands and feet felt, and that she should be able to feel more.
She didn't think any of this, of course. Her mind was an empty canvas that operated on instinctual feeling. There should be paint here, I should be seeing it fill in the white, It should be different. So she acted, although it wasn't really her. Her hands lifted an inch and a half, then fell back at her sides. She was not aware she had even moved, she was not even aware she had felt.
The world that did exist to her was black, and unforgivably deep. It was like swimming in an ocean of ink, but words didn't exist in this world and it was only black. She felt, but it was not the same as feeling in the world that didn't exist. It was instinctual, it was her body and not her mind. This feeling spoke in wordless, soundless noises that ordered her body to action. Her limbs flexed, her mouth moved, and her arms lifted. She danced like a puppet, moving but not acting. She was aware of this, and only this. That she was shouting and screaming into the unexistance, but she did not know why. She did not know what why meant. She did not know what she felt. She just felt.
Her hands lifted once more, this time reaching up high and pushing into the roof of something. She could not identify it, it was as non-existant as everything else in that world except for the small tingling in her hands (and now arms). Yet, it still existed. It stopped her hands from moving upwards. This roof didn't feel like anything, yet it felt very emphatically as a 'stop' to her feeling. It made no sense.
'This world is not logical.' were her first thoughts, and they stuck, refusing to move from her mind. She wanted to go back to the dark of the world that did exist to her, but this...thing, this 'thought' refused to let her back. She couldn't stop as feeling spread further into her body, and her muscles started to flex and contract. Her hands banged against the roof, but she couldn't tell if it was her action or not. She shouted, wordless and angry noises that sounded muffled to her ears. She wanted to go back to the darkness, this world didn't make sense.
Noises above her. Dirt. Dirt moving. She knew the sound, but didn't remember how she did. She felt the roof, it was wood, cheap and splintered. How did she know what wood felt like? What was wood? This was wood, but why was it wood? She screamed, not knowing what screaming was, and her eyes shot open.
She was greeted by something that made her despise the world she woke to. Light, bright and white from a lamp held over her by a stick. Lamps. She didn't know what a lamp was, but she knew that she hated it, and the light that it gave off. She wanted to go home, she wanted to go back to her old world. This one shouldn't exist, but it did.
"Ge'u'." said the man holding the stick. It was a man, but it wasn't. He missed a jaw, his eyes were seared shut, his skin was gray and rotting. She knew it was a man, but it was barely a man. This isn't what a man should be. How did she know? At this point she didn't care. This world was pointless, annoying, and aggravating. She glared at the man and stood, her limbs creaking as they grabbed at the edges of the wood she was laying in. She climbed out of the ground. Her hands were gray, some of the bone was showing. She didn't care.
"Na'e?" he garbled. She didn't have a name. This world didn't exist, she didn't want it to exist. Why would she have a name? She stared at the man.
He pointed behind her, to the hole in the ground she had just climbed out of. Nothing was there except the hole. She turned back to him, and he pointed to other holes, with stones over them that had writing. Words. Names. She shook her head and looked in the distance to one of the stones that wasn't overlooking an open hole in the ground.
"Lucia. My name is Lucia."
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope!
I'm a writer as a hobby and potential career, so it goes without saying that I tend to enjoy these sorts of things. I typically try to avoid cliches with my characters, but make them have a striking feature or identity that makes them easily identifiable and stand out from the crowd. It isn't fun to be generic in my opinion!
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
USA, English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Played the game all the time from late vanilla to late Cataclysm, into mists of Pandaria and then I dropped off due to the price requirement for what I wasn't using. Role-Played, or attempted to at least, in it as well during my stay.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
A friend suggested I join in order to find some more role-play, so I thought it would be worth looking into.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I typically like small role-play, no larger than 4 or 5 and even that is pushing it. Fighting comes naturally, but I prefer more dramatics and maybe even romance stories and subplots. Contained groups, everything gets lost in a big crowd from my experience.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Race: Tauren and Undead (Goblins in expansions)
Why: I despise the norm of hundreds of Blood Elves or Night Elves or Draenei running about because they're the only pretty races. Tauren are almost wholly seen as the most "meh" race, and for that they earned my attraction. Sort of a racial hipster, you might call me. Undead are just very well suited to telling stories with, and can have a wide range of personalities.
Class: Shaman and Warlock
Why: Shamans are ultimate helpful buffy healers, I loved being a supportive class and being able to manipulate things in a more...intricately unique way. Warlocks are just the same, except with debuffing and mezzing and ruining the enemy's day.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I hope it'll be better than Moon Guard-level RP, that's about all I can safely expect.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
The maturity rule is something I find respectable and am glad to have pointed out. That all RP is allowed, within the sane restrictions of the public eye versus the private, is very kind and appreciated from my point of view.
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 can't really say, I don't have much information on what it contains aside from it is a 'mentoring' program. Is it mentoring on how to role-play? I don't need that...So, I'll say No for now.
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 introduction for a character I plan on creating.
At first, it wasn't much different than being asleep.
The world didn't matter, it didn't really exist to her mind. She felt. She remembered very distinctly that she felt. She had no idea what it is she felt, just the sensation of feeling--like a thin layer of almost-pressure draped over her extremities while her face and body felt numb. Her face and body didn't actually feel numb, they just didn't feel anything at all.
She tried to lift her hands, the pressure holding around them like an insistent dagger in the back of her unthinking mind. They inched, then fell still. To her mind nothing had happened, there was no change in what she felt, no air or cracking muscles. There was just the sensation that her hands and feet felt, and that she should be able to feel more.
She didn't think any of this, of course. Her mind was an empty canvas that operated on instinctual feeling. There should be paint here, I should be seeing it fill in the white, It should be different. So she acted, although it wasn't really her. Her hands lifted an inch and a half, then fell back at her sides. She was not aware she had even moved, she was not even aware she had felt.
The world that did exist to her was black, and unforgivably deep. It was like swimming in an ocean of ink, but words didn't exist in this world and it was only black. She felt, but it was not the same as feeling in the world that didn't exist. It was instinctual, it was her body and not her mind. This feeling spoke in wordless, soundless noises that ordered her body to action. Her limbs flexed, her mouth moved, and her arms lifted. She danced like a puppet, moving but not acting. She was aware of this, and only this. That she was shouting and screaming into the unexistance, but she did not know why. She did not know what why meant. She did not know what she felt. She just felt.
Her hands lifted once more, this time reaching up high and pushing into the roof of something. She could not identify it, it was as non-existant as everything else in that world except for the small tingling in her hands (and now arms). Yet, it still existed. It stopped her hands from moving upwards. This roof didn't feel like anything, yet it felt very emphatically as a 'stop' to her feeling. It made no sense.
'This world is not logical.' were her first thoughts, and they stuck, refusing to move from her mind. She wanted to go back to the dark of the world that did exist to her, but this...thing, this 'thought' refused to let her back. She couldn't stop as feeling spread further into her body, and her muscles started to flex and contract. Her hands banged against the roof, but she couldn't tell if it was her action or not. She shouted, wordless and angry noises that sounded muffled to her ears. She wanted to go back to the darkness, this world didn't make sense.
Noises above her. Dirt. Dirt moving. She knew the sound, but didn't remember how she did. She felt the roof, it was wood, cheap and splintered. How did she know what wood felt like? What was wood? This was wood, but why was it wood? She screamed, not knowing what screaming was, and her eyes shot open.
She was greeted by something that made her despise the world she woke to. Light, bright and white from a lamp held over her by a stick. Lamps. She didn't know what a lamp was, but she knew that she hated it, and the light that it gave off. She wanted to go home, she wanted to go back to her old world. This one shouldn't exist, but it did.
"Ge'u'." said the man holding the stick. It was a man, but it wasn't. He missed a jaw, his eyes were seared shut, his skin was gray and rotting. She knew it was a man, but it was barely a man. This isn't what a man should be. How did she know? At this point she didn't care. This world was pointless, annoying, and aggravating. She glared at the man and stood, her limbs creaking as they grabbed at the edges of the wood she was laying in. She climbed out of the ground. Her hands were gray, some of the bone was showing. She didn't care.
"Na'e?" he garbled. She didn't have a name. This world didn't exist, she didn't want it to exist. Why would she have a name? She stared at the man.
He pointed behind her, to the hole in the ground she had just climbed out of. Nothing was there except the hole. She turned back to him, and he pointed to other holes, with stones over them that had writing. Words. Names. She shook her head and looked in the distance to one of the stones that wasn't overlooking an open hole in the ground.
"Lucia. My name is Lucia."
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope!
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