Name:[Freeki]
Level:[110]
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
[Never done RP before, been playing WoW since the Vanilla days but got bored in Legion and desided to try out RP since its a part of the game i have never experienced. ]
And finally, please write a short story and/or (IC) introduction about your character:
[Born on a ship belonging to the Bloodsail Buccaneers fleet, The Red Lady.
Freeki's life have been filled with nothing but blood, sweat, tears and rum...alot of rum.
His early years on the ship consisted of swabbing the deck, cleaning the canons and diving into shipwrecks to find treasures for the ships crew.
One night while the crew was below deck feasting after a big score Freeki was on lookout duty when he saw a Alliance ship closing in. He rang the alarm bells yelling that the ship was closing in fast with canons ready but the crew, already drunk on rum, was to slow to react and the first canon shot hit the port side right below Freeki.
The hit shook the ship so hard that Freeki, standing on the rails, lost his balance and fell down hitting his head on a canon.
When he woke up he could feel his lungs pressing against his chest, he needed air and fast. Swimming as fast as he could upwards all he saw was fire and he could hear the muzzled sounds of gunfire and steel clashing against each other.
Once above water Freeki found himself at the aft of the Alliance ship, equiped with nothing but a dull rusty knife he startet to climb up only to find, to his big supprise, the Captain was standing there with his back turned to Freeki. He was barking orders at his men.
It was an easy kill, not a clean one but easy, Freeki drow his dagger as hard as he could into the Captain's neck killing him instantly.
Freeki desided to cut the head of the Captain's shoulders to demoralize the enemy. It must have felt like an eternity to cut flesh and bone with the rusty dagger but once it was done Freeki stod up over the dead mans body and let out a warcry while raising the head into the air. The sight of their Captains head did just what Freeki had hoped and the already losing Alliance crew gave up arms and surrendered, and Freeki? Freeki was now a full blooded Bloodsail Buccaneer.
Many years later, Freeki now a Captain himself on The Red Lady, heard rumours about the Burning Legion Invading Azeroth desided that the Broken Isles surely must have treasures and war spoil to plunder. They set sail from Stranglethorn Vale with high spirits and the vision of great treasures to be found.
They where wrong.
They arrived and the Broken Shore just to see the Horde and Alliance fleet of ships and Zeppling retreating from a army of demons, fel fire was raining from the sky and meteors that turned into huge infernals was laying waste to everything. It was nothing the crew could do once a infernal came crushing down into The Red Lady, it cleaved the ship in half.
Most of the crew died instantly.
Freeki found himself on the shores of the Broken Isles, his ship gone and his crew nowhere to be found.
His days as a Captain of The Red Lady was over, he was left with nothing but his sword and gun and a burning hatred for the Legion. He is now looking for a new home or a new ship, whatever comes first and whatever pays best.]
Level:[110]
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
[Never done RP before, been playing WoW since the Vanilla days but got bored in Legion and desided to try out RP since its a part of the game i have never experienced. ]
And finally, please write a short story and/or (IC) introduction about your character:
[Born on a ship belonging to the Bloodsail Buccaneers fleet, The Red Lady.
Freeki's life have been filled with nothing but blood, sweat, tears and rum...alot of rum.
His early years on the ship consisted of swabbing the deck, cleaning the canons and diving into shipwrecks to find treasures for the ships crew.
One night while the crew was below deck feasting after a big score Freeki was on lookout duty when he saw a Alliance ship closing in. He rang the alarm bells yelling that the ship was closing in fast with canons ready but the crew, already drunk on rum, was to slow to react and the first canon shot hit the port side right below Freeki.
The hit shook the ship so hard that Freeki, standing on the rails, lost his balance and fell down hitting his head on a canon.
When he woke up he could feel his lungs pressing against his chest, he needed air and fast. Swimming as fast as he could upwards all he saw was fire and he could hear the muzzled sounds of gunfire and steel clashing against each other.
Once above water Freeki found himself at the aft of the Alliance ship, equiped with nothing but a dull rusty knife he startet to climb up only to find, to his big supprise, the Captain was standing there with his back turned to Freeki. He was barking orders at his men.
It was an easy kill, not a clean one but easy, Freeki drow his dagger as hard as he could into the Captain's neck killing him instantly.
Freeki desided to cut the head of the Captain's shoulders to demoralize the enemy. It must have felt like an eternity to cut flesh and bone with the rusty dagger but once it was done Freeki stod up over the dead mans body and let out a warcry while raising the head into the air. The sight of their Captains head did just what Freeki had hoped and the already losing Alliance crew gave up arms and surrendered, and Freeki? Freeki was now a full blooded Bloodsail Buccaneer.
Many years later, Freeki now a Captain himself on The Red Lady, heard rumours about the Burning Legion Invading Azeroth desided that the Broken Isles surely must have treasures and war spoil to plunder. They set sail from Stranglethorn Vale with high spirits and the vision of great treasures to be found.
They where wrong.
They arrived and the Broken Shore just to see the Horde and Alliance fleet of ships and Zeppling retreating from a army of demons, fel fire was raining from the sky and meteors that turned into huge infernals was laying waste to everything. It was nothing the crew could do once a infernal came crushing down into The Red Lady, it cleaved the ship in half.
Most of the crew died instantly.
Freeki found himself on the shores of the Broken Isles, his ship gone and his crew nowhere to be found.
His days as a Captain of The Red Lady was over, he was left with nothing but his sword and gun and a burning hatred for the Legion. He is now looking for a new home or a new ship, whatever comes first and whatever pays best.]