01-05-2014, 04:15 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
Well, I usually don't like online games that much, but wow didn't seem so bad so I decided to give it a try. Basically, I'm relatively new to both wow and wow rp, but since I prefer rping to the dungeon crawling and stuffs, some good folks from Molten pointed me here.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I'm from Vietnam. That's a nice little country north of China. So obviously, my primary language isn't English. But I'm trying >![:] :]](https://www.conquestofthehorde.com/images/smilies/orc/orc2.gif)
How did you get into Warcraft?:
A friend of mine conviced me to try. Not a bad decision, so far.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
I was out looking for a private rp server. Then I found this. Guess that's it.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Mostly whatever strikes my fancy at the moment. I'm pretty flexible.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Blood elf. Cause they are cool and stuff. >< God this must sound stupid. And I also like Worgen. Cause they are basically werewolves, and how can you not like werewolves?
My favorite class right now is hunter. Mostly because I like running around and going 'pew pew pew' at people with my bow.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I was hoping this is an active and friendly community. That's pretty much it.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Keybroad skills. My English isn't that good, and I really don't want to waste time googling what others are saying.
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"):
Yes, of course. I would love to have someone showing me how things work around here.
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!:
Mistborn. Kinslayer. The usurper. That were what they called him these days. Creative as they might be, he still prefered the sound his own name. If only he could remember it.
Time passed, and his memory got hazy. He had expected it, even welcomed the blessing oblivion. It took the edge of his pain, his rage and his guilt, but just as the nightmares were washed away, so was the dreams. He found himself... fading. It began slow at first, with minor things like the name of that pet dog he got when he was just a hatchling, or the color of his first coat. He had always brushed them off then, focusing his energy on more important schemes. But as those failed one after another, thwarted by the capable wardens posted around his living prison, he got tired.
Some time after the death of the head warden, he supposed he just gave up. No one could keep fighting an uphill battle forever. He was strong, but even the strongest broke. He, of all people, should know that.
So he just curled up inside his cell, deliberately let his mind slipping away like that.
Until the calling. He didn't know from whom, but it sounded familiar. Too familiar. He found himself enthralled, its sweet but forbidden melody haunting his sleep, tingling like liquid fire in his veins.
It was waking him up. And this time, he couldn't deny.
He opened his eyes for the first time in an eternity. Who could known he would miss the light so much?
"Welcome back, dad. Time to hunt."
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope.
Well, I usually don't like online games that much, but wow didn't seem so bad so I decided to give it a try. Basically, I'm relatively new to both wow and wow rp, but since I prefer rping to the dungeon crawling and stuffs, some good folks from Molten pointed me here.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I'm from Vietnam. That's a nice little country north of China. So obviously, my primary language isn't English. But I'm trying >
![:] :]](https://www.conquestofthehorde.com/images/smilies/orc/orc2.gif)
How did you get into Warcraft?:
A friend of mine conviced me to try. Not a bad decision, so far.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
I was out looking for a private rp server. Then I found this. Guess that's it.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Mostly whatever strikes my fancy at the moment. I'm pretty flexible.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Blood elf. Cause they are cool and stuff. >< God this must sound stupid. And I also like Worgen. Cause they are basically werewolves, and how can you not like werewolves?
My favorite class right now is hunter. Mostly because I like running around and going 'pew pew pew' at people with my bow.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I was hoping this is an active and friendly community. That's pretty much it.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Keybroad skills. My English isn't that good, and I really don't want to waste time googling what others are saying.
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"):
Yes, of course. I would love to have someone showing me how things work around here.
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!:
Mistborn. Kinslayer. The usurper. That were what they called him these days. Creative as they might be, he still prefered the sound his own name. If only he could remember it.
Time passed, and his memory got hazy. He had expected it, even welcomed the blessing oblivion. It took the edge of his pain, his rage and his guilt, but just as the nightmares were washed away, so was the dreams. He found himself... fading. It began slow at first, with minor things like the name of that pet dog he got when he was just a hatchling, or the color of his first coat. He had always brushed them off then, focusing his energy on more important schemes. But as those failed one after another, thwarted by the capable wardens posted around his living prison, he got tired.
Some time after the death of the head warden, he supposed he just gave up. No one could keep fighting an uphill battle forever. He was strong, but even the strongest broke. He, of all people, should know that.
So he just curled up inside his cell, deliberately let his mind slipping away like that.
Until the calling. He didn't know from whom, but it sounded familiar. Too familiar. He found himself enthralled, its sweet but forbidden melody haunting his sleep, tingling like liquid fire in his veins.
It was waking him up. And this time, he couldn't deny.
He opened his eyes for the first time in an eternity. Who could known he would miss the light so much?
"Welcome back, dad. Time to hunt."
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope.