09-04-2009, 06:07 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
Out of character, I'm a pretty laid back, humorous guy. In character, I'm whatever my character is/aims to be.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I am from the USA and speak English as a primary language.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I'm not really sure about this one. It just seemed to appeal to me when it came out.
What made you seek our server over others?:
Well, this was the first RP private server that appealed to me. I also just want to see how much better you guys are than me.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I enjoy pretty much all types of Role-playing. I'd say the one that doesn't appeal to me that much is fighting, but only because I'm not that good at it.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I haven't really stuck with a class, but I would have to go with a Night Elf Druid. The lore around them is very interested and I am kind of a hippie, so the Night Elves appeal to me.
What are your expectations of this server?:
To have fun and role-play!
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
I like the Tolerance one the most, because it's hard to find that now-a-days.
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!:
The weather was dark and rainy. It was the first night that Lacy was home alone and she was mortified. She tried to put her mind at ease by playing her favorite movie, but her vulnerability always was in the back of her mind. When Lacy heard a banging on her door at midnight, her heart beat faster as she knew this was her last night alive. She grabbed her brother's baseball bat and crept out of the back of her house, hoping to catch her would-be killer unaware.
When she got to the front of her house, she saw a vaguely familiar silhouette waiting at her front door. She tiptoed up to the figure and hit is as hard as she could, beating it to a pulp. She opened her front door, to which her surprise, was unlocked. Lacy noticed with horror as she flipped on her lights. The now bloody, half-broken face was that of her mother's.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Please be nice to me when I first start out!
Out of character, I'm a pretty laid back, humorous guy. In character, I'm whatever my character is/aims to be.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I am from the USA and speak English as a primary language.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I'm not really sure about this one. It just seemed to appeal to me when it came out.
What made you seek our server over others?:
Well, this was the first RP private server that appealed to me. I also just want to see how much better you guys are than me.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
I enjoy pretty much all types of Role-playing. I'd say the one that doesn't appeal to me that much is fighting, but only because I'm not that good at it.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I haven't really stuck with a class, but I would have to go with a Night Elf Druid. The lore around them is very interested and I am kind of a hippie, so the Night Elves appeal to me.
What are your expectations of this server?:
To have fun and role-play!
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
I like the Tolerance one the most, because it's hard to find that now-a-days.
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!:
The weather was dark and rainy. It was the first night that Lacy was home alone and she was mortified. She tried to put her mind at ease by playing her favorite movie, but her vulnerability always was in the back of her mind. When Lacy heard a banging on her door at midnight, her heart beat faster as she knew this was her last night alive. She grabbed her brother's baseball bat and crept out of the back of her house, hoping to catch her would-be killer unaware.
When she got to the front of her house, she saw a vaguely familiar silhouette waiting at her front door. She tiptoed up to the figure and hit is as hard as she could, beating it to a pulp. She opened her front door, to which her surprise, was unlocked. Lacy noticed with horror as she flipped on her lights. The now bloody, half-broken face was that of her mother's.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Please be nice to me when I first start out!
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