10-12-2014, 03:31 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
The calm, friendly and mature one. However, that does not reflect upon my characters. They tend to be all but calm and mature.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
Norway (yeah, a real VIKING!!) and thus, my main language is Norwegian. However, i find my skills in English to be good enough, by far.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Started out with my friends playing World of Warcraft when it first came out back in the days. They of course got me into playing it, and since then i have been playing both World of Warcraft retail and Warcraft 3.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
What dragged me over here was the desire to find more mature and down to earth role play then what you may find (or at least what I could find) on retail servers.
What kinds of role play do you enjoy?:
Variety is key for me. I can get enjoyment from both casual tavern RP, or being entwined in a complex dramatic story line. However, you will not find my characters chasing after demons and dragons. That undertaking do not suit my style, as to speak.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Always been a fan of them elves. However i find myself playing a decent variation of characters and races.
What are your expectations of this server?:
As stated before, i expect this server to bring enhanced role play in a controlled environment. I expect to find dedicated role players of all kinds, and last but not least, i expect to have loads of FUN!
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Maturity and respect is key for me. Without those, i would just go back to retail. (No I wouldn't!!)
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, but hey, thanks for the offer!
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 wind was flowing through Olav's dark, long and ghastly brown hair, making it flow through the air like never before. Stormwind was lazily resting in these morning hours, a light fog had moved in over the night, mixing with the sweet smell of dried ale and horse excrement's. He could feel the moisture in his face as he sprinted down the streets, blood pumping through his veins as adrenaline was making it's way into his core.
"HALT!! Your there, stop! MURDERER!!" The guard screamed , falling further and further behind.
Olav could hear the guards heavy plate amour rattle behind him, as the guard struggled to keep up. A wide grin rested upon his lips as he rushed towards the gate. It was so quiet. He could not even hear his own footsteps as the adrenaline was surging through his body, giving what he thought was unhuman speed.
The last thing he remembers is that his cheek rammed into the gravel as he was tackled by the gate keeper. He flew through the air and his face was planted firmly into the ground with a grinding sound as his body quickly halted to a complete stop. He attempted to get up but the guard was quick in action and firmly planted his foot in Olav's stomach. Olav could hear the soft thump as he shortly passed out. When he awoke again, a whole team of guards had gathered, serving him some well placed kicks in his lower areas. He felt is stomach twisting as he looked up. The angry faces of the guards, not even looking at his face. "You fucking animal! You deserve to feeded to the pits!" The guards screamed into his face as he dragged him up. But the man would not stand. Like a sack of whey, the man tumbled to the ground. "GET UP!!" The guard screamed, with a small crack in his voice as he kicked him in the face. The guard took off his helmet and his gloves, attempting to wipe some sweat away from his forehead. He felt damp, the underclothes was sticking to his body. "OK, enough! Bring him inn!" He commanded firmly.
Little did the guard realize, that he himself, had become the murderer.
(Yeah, this is kind of improvised!
)
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I will let you know if something comes up!
The calm, friendly and mature one. However, that does not reflect upon my characters. They tend to be all but calm and mature.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
Norway (yeah, a real VIKING!!) and thus, my main language is Norwegian. However, i find my skills in English to be good enough, by far.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Started out with my friends playing World of Warcraft when it first came out back in the days. They of course got me into playing it, and since then i have been playing both World of Warcraft retail and Warcraft 3.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
What dragged me over here was the desire to find more mature and down to earth role play then what you may find (or at least what I could find) on retail servers.
What kinds of role play do you enjoy?:
Variety is key for me. I can get enjoyment from both casual tavern RP, or being entwined in a complex dramatic story line. However, you will not find my characters chasing after demons and dragons. That undertaking do not suit my style, as to speak.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Always been a fan of them elves. However i find myself playing a decent variation of characters and races.
What are your expectations of this server?:
As stated before, i expect this server to bring enhanced role play in a controlled environment. I expect to find dedicated role players of all kinds, and last but not least, i expect to have loads of FUN!
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Maturity and respect is key for me. Without those, i would just go back to retail. (No I wouldn't!!)
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, but hey, thanks for the offer!
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 wind was flowing through Olav's dark, long and ghastly brown hair, making it flow through the air like never before. Stormwind was lazily resting in these morning hours, a light fog had moved in over the night, mixing with the sweet smell of dried ale and horse excrement's. He could feel the moisture in his face as he sprinted down the streets, blood pumping through his veins as adrenaline was making it's way into his core.
"HALT!! Your there, stop! MURDERER!!" The guard screamed , falling further and further behind.
Olav could hear the guards heavy plate amour rattle behind him, as the guard struggled to keep up. A wide grin rested upon his lips as he rushed towards the gate. It was so quiet. He could not even hear his own footsteps as the adrenaline was surging through his body, giving what he thought was unhuman speed.
The last thing he remembers is that his cheek rammed into the gravel as he was tackled by the gate keeper. He flew through the air and his face was planted firmly into the ground with a grinding sound as his body quickly halted to a complete stop. He attempted to get up but the guard was quick in action and firmly planted his foot in Olav's stomach. Olav could hear the soft thump as he shortly passed out. When he awoke again, a whole team of guards had gathered, serving him some well placed kicks in his lower areas. He felt is stomach twisting as he looked up. The angry faces of the guards, not even looking at his face. "You fucking animal! You deserve to feeded to the pits!" The guards screamed into his face as he dragged him up. But the man would not stand. Like a sack of whey, the man tumbled to the ground. "GET UP!!" The guard screamed, with a small crack in his voice as he kicked him in the face. The guard took off his helmet and his gloves, attempting to wipe some sweat away from his forehead. He felt damp, the underclothes was sticking to his body. "OK, enough! Bring him inn!" He commanded firmly.
Little did the guard realize, that he himself, had become the murderer.
(Yeah, this is kind of improvised!
) Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I will let you know if something comes up!
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