Post by ZunJai on May 27, 2010 10:42:50 GMT 1
Basic Information
Your Name or Alias: Robert
Your Age: 17
Your Location: Estonia, Tallinn.
Tell us a little bit about yourself: Well, I'm 17 years old, I enjoy literature, snowboarding, wakeboarding, practicing photoshop and I guess computer gaming. I'm born and bred in Estonia, but I can still speak english and all. That's pretty much it I guess, not much special about me.
Your Character
Character Name: Zun'Jai Speartusk
Character Class and Spec: Rogue, (Assassination/Combat)
Character Professions: Well, my main professions are engineering / mining, but I don't really do those ICly. ICly, it's my fishing/cooking.
Character Background:
An old troll with white hair was standing outside a cave during a rought blizzard. A small path was dug into the snow where he had walked back and forth nervously. After a few short moments that seemed like an eternity, a female troll walked out of the mouth of the cavern with a small basket in her hands. In the basket, a small troll was wrapped in a crude leather blanket. The old troll took hold of the child and lifted him up, declaring the birth of his son, Zun’Jai.
Several years later
Zun’Jai was trained alongside his two brothers, Ren’Jai and Razjin to become a warrior like his father was, and as his father had been before him. They were thought all sorts of tricks and techniques that one needed to know to be a successful axe thrower. Being the youngest son, both of his siblings had past their rites of passage and were accepted into the clan as warriors. They told him epic stories about their first fight, how they had slain their foe and returned home victorious. Zun’Jai was awestruck by it all, already picturing the battle he had to face in just a short time for a troll.
One day, while Zun’Jai was practicing with his crude wooden weapons, his mother sent him on an errand to go and find his uncle to give him some of his rations. All he knew about it was that uncle Kaz’Fon had some business on the outskirts of Dun Morogh, at Helms Bed Lake. As Helms Bed was somewhat of a long distance for young Zun’Jai, he figured it might be his rite of passage and gladly accepted the task. Soon he was given some thicker leather garments to help him keep warm in the cold weather and some tried meat to serve as rations. After a day or so of preparing, he went off. The way there wasn’t exactly eventful and so he we rather disappointed. He camped out at Helms Bed, because it was too dark to look for Old Kaz’Fon that night. As he was sleeping, he was woken up by a sound. First it was faint, but when he listened closely he could make out some words in trollish. He seemed to have said „Com’ back ’ere ya bastard, don’ ya run away from me now, ’eh?!” Zun’Jai was first surprised by the shouting, but then gathered his courage to take a further look. He climbed out of the small hollow he had dug into the snow as hunters had done before him, and looked around to where he thought the voice had come from. There an elderly looking troll was chasing after a small rabbit. He rejoiced when he realized that it was infact his uncle. He ran up to him and they started talking.
Zun’Jai: „Unca’ Kaz’Fon! I was sent ’ere to find ya mon!”
Kaz’Fon: „Find me? Wha’ for?”
Zun’Jai: „Wha’ ya mean wha’ for? Fo’ ya food!”
Kaz’Fon: „Food? Wha’ ya talkin’ ’bout fool? I ’ave plenty o’fishies ’ere, wha’ I need ya meat fo’?”
Zun’Jai: „’Da ’ell is a fishie?”
Kaz’Fon: „Wha’ ya mean ya don’ know wha’ a fish is? Ya lil’ dumb or some’din’?”
Zun’Jai: „Na mon, it’s uhm, som’ animal or some’din’, right?”
Kaz’Fon: „Animal? Fish ain’ no animals mon, com’ on, Ill show ya!”
Then Kaz’Fon staggered back to a small hole that was somehow punched into the frozen lake and whipped out his fishing pole. „Watch ’dis mon!”, he said and lowered the piece of meat into the water. „No’din’s ’appenin ’ unca!” Zun’Jai pleaded, but went silent after his uncle gave him a harsh look. After about 30 minutes or so of fishing and not catching anything, the young troll grew weary and went looking around his uncle’s camp. Just as he was smelling the ingrediants of a large jar that was filled with some foul smelling liquid, a shout came „Quick mon, I got ya fish ’ight ’ere!” Zun’Jai quickly grabbed the rusty axe he was given and ran to his uncle swiftly, thinking a battle would soon commence. As his mind was quickly going through everything he had learned, he saw that his uncle seemed rather content and not frightened at all.
That’s when he saw the fish being pulled out of the water. After that moment, Zun’Jai’s life turned forever, as he now saw fish as the fruit of the sea. He thought that the fish are clearly a gift from the loas and that his people should be thankful for them. After returning from his small adventure, he quickly went to meet his father. He told him all about his uncle’s fishing and praising it as the best way to do his part in the life of the tribe, his father was rather disappointed. As both of his brothers had turned out to be mighty warriors, he had hoped to same for Zun’Jai. But in time when he saw what a skilled fisherman Zun’Jai turned out to be, he started to understand that not everyone has to be a noble or a mighty warrior to be an equal part of the tribe. As the young troll was still thaught to be a warrior in his childhood, he figured that when the time comes, he still has his chance to shine. And so Zun’Jai now lives, fishing in the nearby lakes, making his famous mystery stew and living a careless life, and never wanting it to change.
Your WoW History: Well, I've been playing since the game was released, on and off with a couple of bigger breaks. First started out on a PvP realm called ''Al'Akir'' and after about two years or so, moved onto ''The Sha'Tar''. There I spent about 2-3 years RPing, mostly on my dwarf. And now in the last week or so, I transfered my troll rogue from The Sha'Tar to here, since there seems to be more RP here and I quite enjoy world PvP aswell.
Your previous guilds and why you left them: None on this realm, but I can say that I've never left a guild, They've just all gotten dismissed.
Your responsibilities in previous guilds: I haven't been in any guilds on this realm yet, but I used to be an officer in the previous guild I was in The Sha'Tar. It was a RP/Raiding guild.
Frostmane Hold
Why have you chosen to apply: Mostly because I like troll RP and I saw this on the forums. I quickly reviewed the other trollish tribes to, like the Second Gurubashi Empire, but this caught my view more than others. Since it seems like a semi-peaceful tribe, I don't feel like just killing everything and then calling it RP. Not that I'm saying that the other troll guilds are like that or nothing.
What can we offer you as a guild: Well, I'm guessing a friendly and drama free atmosphere, trollish RP and hopefully a few laughs.
What can you offer us: You have my fishingpole. On a more serious note, I guess I can offer myself as a RPer and a loyal member and my help to anyone that needs it.
Did you read and accept the Rules and codes of conduct thread?
Yes, I did.
Your Name or Alias: Robert
Your Age: 17
Your Location: Estonia, Tallinn.
Tell us a little bit about yourself: Well, I'm 17 years old, I enjoy literature, snowboarding, wakeboarding, practicing photoshop and I guess computer gaming. I'm born and bred in Estonia, but I can still speak english and all. That's pretty much it I guess, not much special about me.
Your Character
Character Name: Zun'Jai Speartusk
Character Class and Spec: Rogue, (Assassination/Combat)
Character Professions: Well, my main professions are engineering / mining, but I don't really do those ICly. ICly, it's my fishing/cooking.
Character Background:
An old troll with white hair was standing outside a cave during a rought blizzard. A small path was dug into the snow where he had walked back and forth nervously. After a few short moments that seemed like an eternity, a female troll walked out of the mouth of the cavern with a small basket in her hands. In the basket, a small troll was wrapped in a crude leather blanket. The old troll took hold of the child and lifted him up, declaring the birth of his son, Zun’Jai.
Several years later
Zun’Jai was trained alongside his two brothers, Ren’Jai and Razjin to become a warrior like his father was, and as his father had been before him. They were thought all sorts of tricks and techniques that one needed to know to be a successful axe thrower. Being the youngest son, both of his siblings had past their rites of passage and were accepted into the clan as warriors. They told him epic stories about their first fight, how they had slain their foe and returned home victorious. Zun’Jai was awestruck by it all, already picturing the battle he had to face in just a short time for a troll.
One day, while Zun’Jai was practicing with his crude wooden weapons, his mother sent him on an errand to go and find his uncle to give him some of his rations. All he knew about it was that uncle Kaz’Fon had some business on the outskirts of Dun Morogh, at Helms Bed Lake. As Helms Bed was somewhat of a long distance for young Zun’Jai, he figured it might be his rite of passage and gladly accepted the task. Soon he was given some thicker leather garments to help him keep warm in the cold weather and some tried meat to serve as rations. After a day or so of preparing, he went off. The way there wasn’t exactly eventful and so he we rather disappointed. He camped out at Helms Bed, because it was too dark to look for Old Kaz’Fon that night. As he was sleeping, he was woken up by a sound. First it was faint, but when he listened closely he could make out some words in trollish. He seemed to have said „Com’ back ’ere ya bastard, don’ ya run away from me now, ’eh?!” Zun’Jai was first surprised by the shouting, but then gathered his courage to take a further look. He climbed out of the small hollow he had dug into the snow as hunters had done before him, and looked around to where he thought the voice had come from. There an elderly looking troll was chasing after a small rabbit. He rejoiced when he realized that it was infact his uncle. He ran up to him and they started talking.
Zun’Jai: „Unca’ Kaz’Fon! I was sent ’ere to find ya mon!”
Kaz’Fon: „Find me? Wha’ for?”
Zun’Jai: „Wha’ ya mean wha’ for? Fo’ ya food!”
Kaz’Fon: „Food? Wha’ ya talkin’ ’bout fool? I ’ave plenty o’fishies ’ere, wha’ I need ya meat fo’?”
Zun’Jai: „’Da ’ell is a fishie?”
Kaz’Fon: „Wha’ ya mean ya don’ know wha’ a fish is? Ya lil’ dumb or some’din’?”
Zun’Jai: „Na mon, it’s uhm, som’ animal or some’din’, right?”
Kaz’Fon: „Animal? Fish ain’ no animals mon, com’ on, Ill show ya!”
Then Kaz’Fon staggered back to a small hole that was somehow punched into the frozen lake and whipped out his fishing pole. „Watch ’dis mon!”, he said and lowered the piece of meat into the water. „No’din’s ’appenin ’ unca!” Zun’Jai pleaded, but went silent after his uncle gave him a harsh look. After about 30 minutes or so of fishing and not catching anything, the young troll grew weary and went looking around his uncle’s camp. Just as he was smelling the ingrediants of a large jar that was filled with some foul smelling liquid, a shout came „Quick mon, I got ya fish ’ight ’ere!” Zun’Jai quickly grabbed the rusty axe he was given and ran to his uncle swiftly, thinking a battle would soon commence. As his mind was quickly going through everything he had learned, he saw that his uncle seemed rather content and not frightened at all.
That’s when he saw the fish being pulled out of the water. After that moment, Zun’Jai’s life turned forever, as he now saw fish as the fruit of the sea. He thought that the fish are clearly a gift from the loas and that his people should be thankful for them. After returning from his small adventure, he quickly went to meet his father. He told him all about his uncle’s fishing and praising it as the best way to do his part in the life of the tribe, his father was rather disappointed. As both of his brothers had turned out to be mighty warriors, he had hoped to same for Zun’Jai. But in time when he saw what a skilled fisherman Zun’Jai turned out to be, he started to understand that not everyone has to be a noble or a mighty warrior to be an equal part of the tribe. As the young troll was still thaught to be a warrior in his childhood, he figured that when the time comes, he still has his chance to shine. And so Zun’Jai now lives, fishing in the nearby lakes, making his famous mystery stew and living a careless life, and never wanting it to change.
Your WoW History: Well, I've been playing since the game was released, on and off with a couple of bigger breaks. First started out on a PvP realm called ''Al'Akir'' and after about two years or so, moved onto ''The Sha'Tar''. There I spent about 2-3 years RPing, mostly on my dwarf. And now in the last week or so, I transfered my troll rogue from The Sha'Tar to here, since there seems to be more RP here and I quite enjoy world PvP aswell.
Your previous guilds and why you left them: None on this realm, but I can say that I've never left a guild, They've just all gotten dismissed.
Your responsibilities in previous guilds: I haven't been in any guilds on this realm yet, but I used to be an officer in the previous guild I was in The Sha'Tar. It was a RP/Raiding guild.
Frostmane Hold
Why have you chosen to apply: Mostly because I like troll RP and I saw this on the forums. I quickly reviewed the other trollish tribes to, like the Second Gurubashi Empire, but this caught my view more than others. Since it seems like a semi-peaceful tribe, I don't feel like just killing everything and then calling it RP. Not that I'm saying that the other troll guilds are like that or nothing.
What can we offer you as a guild: Well, I'm guessing a friendly and drama free atmosphere, trollish RP and hopefully a few laughs.
What can you offer us: You have my fishingpole. On a more serious note, I guess I can offer myself as a RPer and a loyal member and my help to anyone that needs it.
Did you read and accept the Rules and codes of conduct thread?
Yes, I did.
The officers will have a quick discussion before we are able to get back to you, however I personally adored your background. Was nicely detailed with some good humour that made me giggle *grins* and the pictures are awesome 