11-19-2014, 08:59 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
I've been RPing for waaaay longer than I'd admit normally, but I figure here is safe. Around five years, about three of which I spent being really, really dreadful at it. At some point I began to develop more believable characters, and I also kind-of-sort-of took up writing as a hobby.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
Canada, English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I was into video games as a kid, so MMOs were a natural extension. I was actually reading a Guinness Book of World Records which mentioned it, and my little kiddy interest was piqued.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
I was referred by someone, but I figure it's a notable enough server that I probably would have stumbled onto it. I was lured in by the requirements of good grammar.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Most of my characters aren't really the sorts of people who get involved in events of enormous importance, but I still generally enjoy plotlines. I prefer casual RP, however.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Human is my favourite race, because I find it a bit difficult to relate to a being who is millennia old, or who has tusks and a vaguely Jamaican accent. For obvious reasons I can more easily understand the motivations and relationships that a human might possess. My favourite class is definitely mage, because mages are sick.
What are your expectations of this server?:
Some good RP would be nice. Other than that, I don't really have any.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
I noticed that a good grasp of the language is encouraged, which is awesome. The only thing I really can't handle in RP is poor grammar, with an obvious exception for people who don't speak it natively.
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"):
No thanks.
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!:
A gleaming arc of sunlight blasts rather obnoxiously through an open window, through an equally-open kitchen, and straight past an ajar door. It alights upon a freakishly pale woman, prompting one stark, grey eye to crack open. The woman sort of pushes herself up, her scrawny frame straightening out like a smarmy cat. She glances about the place, remembering her bedroom and apartment, the place adorned with maps and books and various other intellectual implements. Her eyes close and she lets out a noise halfway between a groan and a yawn; her brows arch in brief, extreme displeasure at her rest being disturbed.
She drags herself out of bed, past the door. The rest of the apartment is no better; literature everywhere, books stacked in dangerously high piles. She makes an immediate beeline for the windows, closing the blinds and shrouding the apartment in (relative) darkness. This done, she crosses her arms over her chest, attempting to justify simply staying inside and avoiding other people for a twelve hour period. With her second great sigh of the morning, she trudges off to prepare some sort of food. Finding only a loaf of rock-like bread and something that may have once been jam, her scowl hardens like aforementioned bread. A casual gesture of slender hand manipulates the world around her, bringing a somewhat more edible loaf into being on the wooden counter in front of her. She eats it raw, scowling nastily all the while. "I suppose I have to go out today, lest I suffer an agonising death due to lack of food." She forces herself to eat a bit more, before striding off to get dressed, muttering complaints to herself all the while.
She arrives at her closet, and debates the merits of either her elaborate, mage-y outfit, or dressing like a normal person. The former wins out, and she drapes the elegant cloth over her less-elegant frame, robes of dark purple and black that conceal every inch of her aside from her face; even her neck is covered. Standing at the door ten minutes later, she argues with herself: "Maybe I can just stay in today. After all, what if a giant chasm opens up underneath me and I fall to my death? Or what if a bunch of people try to talk to me?" She spends another five trying to justify being antisocial for the rest of the day, before she unleashes yet another disappointed sigh. "Right. It's just people. Maybe if I just ignore them they won't speak to me." On that note, she departs, shutting the door behind her.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Sorry about how short the story is. Couldn't really think of anything better.
I've been RPing for waaaay longer than I'd admit normally, but I figure here is safe. Around five years, about three of which I spent being really, really dreadful at it. At some point I began to develop more believable characters, and I also kind-of-sort-of took up writing as a hobby.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
Canada, English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I was into video games as a kid, so MMOs were a natural extension. I was actually reading a Guinness Book of World Records which mentioned it, and my little kiddy interest was piqued.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
I was referred by someone, but I figure it's a notable enough server that I probably would have stumbled onto it. I was lured in by the requirements of good grammar.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Most of my characters aren't really the sorts of people who get involved in events of enormous importance, but I still generally enjoy plotlines. I prefer casual RP, however.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Human is my favourite race, because I find it a bit difficult to relate to a being who is millennia old, or who has tusks and a vaguely Jamaican accent. For obvious reasons I can more easily understand the motivations and relationships that a human might possess. My favourite class is definitely mage, because mages are sick.
What are your expectations of this server?:
Some good RP would be nice. Other than that, I don't really have any.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
I noticed that a good grasp of the language is encouraged, which is awesome. The only thing I really can't handle in RP is poor grammar, with an obvious exception for people who don't speak it natively.
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"):
No thanks.
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!:
A gleaming arc of sunlight blasts rather obnoxiously through an open window, through an equally-open kitchen, and straight past an ajar door. It alights upon a freakishly pale woman, prompting one stark, grey eye to crack open. The woman sort of pushes herself up, her scrawny frame straightening out like a smarmy cat. She glances about the place, remembering her bedroom and apartment, the place adorned with maps and books and various other intellectual implements. Her eyes close and she lets out a noise halfway between a groan and a yawn; her brows arch in brief, extreme displeasure at her rest being disturbed.
She drags herself out of bed, past the door. The rest of the apartment is no better; literature everywhere, books stacked in dangerously high piles. She makes an immediate beeline for the windows, closing the blinds and shrouding the apartment in (relative) darkness. This done, she crosses her arms over her chest, attempting to justify simply staying inside and avoiding other people for a twelve hour period. With her second great sigh of the morning, she trudges off to prepare some sort of food. Finding only a loaf of rock-like bread and something that may have once been jam, her scowl hardens like aforementioned bread. A casual gesture of slender hand manipulates the world around her, bringing a somewhat more edible loaf into being on the wooden counter in front of her. She eats it raw, scowling nastily all the while. "I suppose I have to go out today, lest I suffer an agonising death due to lack of food." She forces herself to eat a bit more, before striding off to get dressed, muttering complaints to herself all the while.
She arrives at her closet, and debates the merits of either her elaborate, mage-y outfit, or dressing like a normal person. The former wins out, and she drapes the elegant cloth over her less-elegant frame, robes of dark purple and black that conceal every inch of her aside from her face; even her neck is covered. Standing at the door ten minutes later, she argues with herself: "Maybe I can just stay in today. After all, what if a giant chasm opens up underneath me and I fall to my death? Or what if a bunch of people try to talk to me?" She spends another five trying to justify being antisocial for the rest of the day, before she unleashes yet another disappointed sigh. "Right. It's just people. Maybe if I just ignore them they won't speak to me." On that note, she departs, shutting the door behind her.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Sorry about how short the story is. Couldn't really think of anything better.
