Post by Spooks on May 27, 2010 20:02:32 GMT 1
Basic Information
Your Name or Alias: Alexander Grant (Xander or sometimes Spooks by my usual forum name)
Your Age: 20
Your Location: Bonnie Auld Scotland
Tell us a little bit about yourself:
Well I'm a self employed woodworker, whom has been jumping in and out of the role-playing genre for a while now. Starting with Warcraft 3, which I still partake in regularly under the username Demonicbunny in the EU server, Dungeons and Dragons, role-play dedicated private servers, whom wouldn't like my advertising I assume and recently WoW retail. In total my RP experience is about 2 years going, with only a few months on WoW to be honest.
Your Character
Character Name: Shi'jalli Icetusk
Character Class and Spec: Priest, and if all goes well Shadow off'spec holy.
Character Professions: I would probably go with tailor and skinning / herblore.
Character Background:
Shi'jalli paced along the trail of torches and burning herbs that she believed helped a spirit find its way into the realm of the dead. She examined the corpse of the latest ice troll to become the focus of her ritual. His eyes had been taken out earlier that day and looking into the familiar hollow eyes was a loosely welcome sight to her. Another death was always a tragedy in itself but all things come to pass in the end she thought to herself for the umpteenth time.
She brushed her hand through the dead trolls hair and then walked over to a stone brazier and sat down, tossing herbs and small bones into the fire, letting the silence wash over her she closed her eyes and entered a trance as the smell of herbs wafted lazily around the ritual area, her eyes blurred over and she felt nothingness.
In her own small way she forced her presence into the gap between life and death, forcing her will on the confused spirit, forcing it to walk towards death and let nothing stop its path. The spirit in its state put up little resistance and she felt its presence move on.
As her thoughts flooded back and she felt her body once again, she swore she could see faces with the hollow eyes of the dead watching her from the haze as it lifted. Swearing curses and spitting foul hex's at them she woke up much more alert, standing up to quickly and instantly felt exhausted. She held herself up against the brazier and breathed in the herbal infused scent before shakily getting her footing.
"Blasted lost spirits, deh always gotta show up when they na wanted don't dey." she muttered as she shuffled back to the corpse and talked to it as if it would listen. "Just had to go an get ya bearings lost didn't ya. Makes it so much harder.."
Shi'jalli was born into a religious family, both parents being devoted to the twin wolfs. Syama Shvala and Vrakun, from an early age she was thrown into studies of the gods, of their purposes, their aims and what they ask of their followers.
Throughout the training she developed a unquestioning dislike of the leopard Shi’Raka, seeing trickery as a bad basis to work on. No matter the gains.
Her true affinity soon started to show through, she was often found at the sights of burials, claiming that she didn't realise and that it was attractively peaceful. Continuing with her studies she devoted more and more time into the twin wolfs and in particular, Syama Shvala whom she started to idolise as a inevitable force of nature.
Shi'jalli's first true experience of death was at the age of 11 when out travelling, looking for herbs close to the camp, she stumbled upon a wolf, hanging onto its last vestiges of life as its lifeblood flowed from a gun shot wound to its chest. Kneeling down next to the wolf she decided to try and aid it, putting healing poultices into its wound and trying to stem the bleeding while the wolf sat complacently, not having the strength to fend for itself. Though it was beyond her efforts, so she slit its throat in what she assumed was an act of mercy, ending its pain as quick as possible.
Heavy hearted she buried its corpse and wished it a quick travel to the realm of the dead, and never brought up the matter again.
It may be inevitable but it wasn't something she would take joy in she vowed to herself.
Over the years that past from that day, she kept to her prayers and studies, on the side though she had dug up tomes on funeral rights, and was fascinated with how to guide the dead, even those whom where weak willed or got lost and confused on the way. She joined in funerals and rituals of passing and birth at almost every opportunity mentally jotting down whatever she could learn, most of all she celebrated the cycle of life and its end.
( Well I did make a bit of a jump into what is to me unknown territory on the passing rights, so if its not how it works I would be glad on the feedback. )
Your WoW History
As stated above mainly private servers. but also the Sha'tar realm.
Your previous guilds and why you left them:
Very few to be honest but here goes.
Perfect Destiny : Turned into a raid guild, not something I enjoy.
Longbeards: Disbanded after a few key members and officers quit or went on breaks, myself included.
The New Gnomish Republic: never took off and many went inactive, so I jumped ship eventually.
Your responsibilities in previous guilds:
Officer in the first two mentioned guilds, and overseer of recruitment and the jail room in the longbeards, also downer of mainly counts of beer at the local tavern.
Frostmane Hold
Why have you chosen to apply: I love troll lore with a passion. And ice trolls have in my opinion always been overlooked. Also I have been recently RP'ing as a ice troll wolf handler. So the custom lore along with the race did sort of scream at me, look at it and be amazed!
What can we offer you as a guild:
All I'd ask is a bit of activity and some to and trough banter, with a casual streak to it.
What can you offer us:
If I get over my initial almost certain shyness at first, I would hope I'd bring a good bit of humorous, or in some opinions, stupid light hearted banter as well as adding to the RP experience.
Did you read and accept the Rules and codes of conduct thread?
I'd be daft not to I'd of thought. Yes I did.
Your Name or Alias: Alexander Grant (Xander or sometimes Spooks by my usual forum name)
Your Age: 20
Your Location: Bonnie Auld Scotland
Tell us a little bit about yourself:
Well I'm a self employed woodworker, whom has been jumping in and out of the role-playing genre for a while now. Starting with Warcraft 3, which I still partake in regularly under the username Demonicbunny in the EU server, Dungeons and Dragons, role-play dedicated private servers, whom wouldn't like my advertising I assume and recently WoW retail. In total my RP experience is about 2 years going, with only a few months on WoW to be honest.
Your Character
Character Name: Shi'jalli Icetusk
Character Class and Spec: Priest, and if all goes well Shadow off'spec holy.
Character Professions: I would probably go with tailor and skinning / herblore.
Character Background:
Shi'jalli paced along the trail of torches and burning herbs that she believed helped a spirit find its way into the realm of the dead. She examined the corpse of the latest ice troll to become the focus of her ritual. His eyes had been taken out earlier that day and looking into the familiar hollow eyes was a loosely welcome sight to her. Another death was always a tragedy in itself but all things come to pass in the end she thought to herself for the umpteenth time.
She brushed her hand through the dead trolls hair and then walked over to a stone brazier and sat down, tossing herbs and small bones into the fire, letting the silence wash over her she closed her eyes and entered a trance as the smell of herbs wafted lazily around the ritual area, her eyes blurred over and she felt nothingness.
In her own small way she forced her presence into the gap between life and death, forcing her will on the confused spirit, forcing it to walk towards death and let nothing stop its path. The spirit in its state put up little resistance and she felt its presence move on.
As her thoughts flooded back and she felt her body once again, she swore she could see faces with the hollow eyes of the dead watching her from the haze as it lifted. Swearing curses and spitting foul hex's at them she woke up much more alert, standing up to quickly and instantly felt exhausted. She held herself up against the brazier and breathed in the herbal infused scent before shakily getting her footing.
"Blasted lost spirits, deh always gotta show up when they na wanted don't dey." she muttered as she shuffled back to the corpse and talked to it as if it would listen. "Just had to go an get ya bearings lost didn't ya. Makes it so much harder.."
Shi'jalli was born into a religious family, both parents being devoted to the twin wolfs. Syama Shvala and Vrakun, from an early age she was thrown into studies of the gods, of their purposes, their aims and what they ask of their followers.
Throughout the training she developed a unquestioning dislike of the leopard Shi’Raka, seeing trickery as a bad basis to work on. No matter the gains.
Her true affinity soon started to show through, she was often found at the sights of burials, claiming that she didn't realise and that it was attractively peaceful. Continuing with her studies she devoted more and more time into the twin wolfs and in particular, Syama Shvala whom she started to idolise as a inevitable force of nature.
Shi'jalli's first true experience of death was at the age of 11 when out travelling, looking for herbs close to the camp, she stumbled upon a wolf, hanging onto its last vestiges of life as its lifeblood flowed from a gun shot wound to its chest. Kneeling down next to the wolf she decided to try and aid it, putting healing poultices into its wound and trying to stem the bleeding while the wolf sat complacently, not having the strength to fend for itself. Though it was beyond her efforts, so she slit its throat in what she assumed was an act of mercy, ending its pain as quick as possible.
Heavy hearted she buried its corpse and wished it a quick travel to the realm of the dead, and never brought up the matter again.
It may be inevitable but it wasn't something she would take joy in she vowed to herself.
Over the years that past from that day, she kept to her prayers and studies, on the side though she had dug up tomes on funeral rights, and was fascinated with how to guide the dead, even those whom where weak willed or got lost and confused on the way. She joined in funerals and rituals of passing and birth at almost every opportunity mentally jotting down whatever she could learn, most of all she celebrated the cycle of life and its end.
( Well I did make a bit of a jump into what is to me unknown territory on the passing rights, so if its not how it works I would be glad on the feedback. )
Your WoW History
As stated above mainly private servers. but also the Sha'tar realm.
Your previous guilds and why you left them:
Very few to be honest but here goes.
Perfect Destiny : Turned into a raid guild, not something I enjoy.
Longbeards: Disbanded after a few key members and officers quit or went on breaks, myself included.
The New Gnomish Republic: never took off and many went inactive, so I jumped ship eventually.
Your responsibilities in previous guilds:
Officer in the first two mentioned guilds, and overseer of recruitment and the jail room in the longbeards, also downer of mainly counts of beer at the local tavern.
Frostmane Hold
Why have you chosen to apply: I love troll lore with a passion. And ice trolls have in my opinion always been overlooked. Also I have been recently RP'ing as a ice troll wolf handler. So the custom lore along with the race did sort of scream at me, look at it and be amazed!
What can we offer you as a guild:
All I'd ask is a bit of activity and some to and trough banter, with a casual streak to it.
What can you offer us:
If I get over my initial almost certain shyness at first, I would hope I'd bring a good bit of humorous, or in some opinions, stupid light hearted banter as well as adding to the RP experience.
Did you read and accept the Rules and codes of conduct thread?
I'd be daft not to I'd of thought. Yes I did.
