Right, I Think I'll retract my request for outright joining, but I did come across in several spaces where you openly invite any and all to RP with you lot. Would a lonesom highway orc still be eligible to abuse your campfire and social skills? Thanks for the speedy replies and the warm wellcome!
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Applications / Re: Application: Hirzi
August 25, 2016, 04:22:59 PM
I shake my fist in defiance of your easy and established application rules! I shake my fist, you hear?!
Seriously though, neat with a fast reply. I'll try and catch meself an officer at first opportune moment. I assume you're still in Ashenvale?
Seriously though, neat with a fast reply. I'll try and catch meself an officer at first opportune moment. I assume you're still in Ashenvale?
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Applications / Application: Hirzi
August 25, 2016, 03:47:03 PM
Name: Hirzi
Class: Warrior
Level: 100
Role-playing experience:
It's extensive. I've been playing other people since wow launched and have since dabbled in everything from pnp to forums to other mmos. A former starch arse (read self entitled elitist) that have with age realised, and hold on to your missproportionate shoulder gear on this one, that fun is actually really important.
I don't speak English like a native and hope to rectify this as I will start studying english full time next year. Completely irrelevant at the moment I know, but as it is I am juggling math studies, work with odd hours and a respective other whom lives in a city far and wide from where I am currently situated. And friends of the real world. Point is: I will not be the most active of members. I will do what I can, naturally, to attend events and I am sure there will be times when it seems I don't know where the logout button is.
What kind of RPer am I then? Show don't tell, so I like to keep everything close to my chest and love it more when my fellow player does aswell. Feel completely free to woo my character and stab them, literally or metaphorically, kick, lie, bite, applaude or whatever. In short, I am down with everything (that doesn't break the lore).
Sorry for the needlessly purple rambling!
Character's backstory:
Tzacl and Vryk had gone to the mud, Frizzy had settled down in Booty Bay and Urla had joined the grunts. The western sky was green and smouldering; promising great reward for the great and daring - and certain death for those that were neither. All alone now, those open roads were no longer an open invitation. They were hard, murderous, fel riddled highways to hell, and she would not abide neither hard murder nor fel. She was a victim in the making, sure as sure, and she needed protection urgently.
Gold she had none, didn't like Orgrimmar and the grunts meant running at the demons, not away from them. She needed a different type of community. The vanguards went off the list with the soldiery. She didn't want to tattoo her face and didn't like riding much. She needed a tribe. And while there were some, word traveled of one who was filled with fierce warriors and savy shamans. Reputation for traveling, so that would work. She wouldn't ask for much. Her blade would have to be put to use, granted, but that had never been the problem. It was decided then. She would join The Red Blade! Or at least ask politely... Assuming she could find the dolts…
A paragon of hard work and noble intentions, Hirzi is what every orc aspire to be: In the same vein that Arthas was a great king, the Old Gods have stellar psychiatric services and the Legion are the best planetary preservers in the universe.
Carefree and easy going, Hirzi is a woman heading into her later years in very good health or a subject of youth suffering from premature aging. In short, she is a roughly mid forties to fifties traveler that enjoys the future, the present and always seems to have a different story about the past.
While a competent warrior she is also lazy and oafish to a fault, loves peons and shirks any hard work. She is fast to make friends and might be faster to discard them, but in the end, the accuracy of that statement can be up for debate. As can any other information just provided.
Class: Warrior
Level: 100
Role-playing experience:
It's extensive. I've been playing other people since wow launched and have since dabbled in everything from pnp to forums to other mmos. A former starch arse (read self entitled elitist) that have with age realised, and hold on to your missproportionate shoulder gear on this one, that fun is actually really important.
I don't speak English like a native and hope to rectify this as I will start studying english full time next year. Completely irrelevant at the moment I know, but as it is I am juggling math studies, work with odd hours and a respective other whom lives in a city far and wide from where I am currently situated. And friends of the real world. Point is: I will not be the most active of members. I will do what I can, naturally, to attend events and I am sure there will be times when it seems I don't know where the logout button is.
What kind of RPer am I then? Show don't tell, so I like to keep everything close to my chest and love it more when my fellow player does aswell. Feel completely free to woo my character and stab them, literally or metaphorically, kick, lie, bite, applaude or whatever. In short, I am down with everything (that doesn't break the lore).
Sorry for the needlessly purple rambling!
Character's backstory:
Tzacl and Vryk had gone to the mud, Frizzy had settled down in Booty Bay and Urla had joined the grunts. The western sky was green and smouldering; promising great reward for the great and daring - and certain death for those that were neither. All alone now, those open roads were no longer an open invitation. They were hard, murderous, fel riddled highways to hell, and she would not abide neither hard murder nor fel. She was a victim in the making, sure as sure, and she needed protection urgently.
Gold she had none, didn't like Orgrimmar and the grunts meant running at the demons, not away from them. She needed a different type of community. The vanguards went off the list with the soldiery. She didn't want to tattoo her face and didn't like riding much. She needed a tribe. And while there were some, word traveled of one who was filled with fierce warriors and savy shamans. Reputation for traveling, so that would work. She wouldn't ask for much. Her blade would have to be put to use, granted, but that had never been the problem. It was decided then. She would join The Red Blade! Or at least ask politely... Assuming she could find the dolts…
A paragon of hard work and noble intentions, Hirzi is what every orc aspire to be: In the same vein that Arthas was a great king, the Old Gods have stellar psychiatric services and the Legion are the best planetary preservers in the universe.
Carefree and easy going, Hirzi is a woman heading into her later years in very good health or a subject of youth suffering from premature aging. In short, she is a roughly mid forties to fifties traveler that enjoys the future, the present and always seems to have a different story about the past.
While a competent warrior she is also lazy and oafish to a fault, loves peons and shirks any hard work. She is fast to make friends and might be faster to discard them, but in the end, the accuracy of that statement can be up for debate. As can any other information just provided.
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