Post by Mazocs application on May 8, 2009 0:07:26 GMT 1
Hello frostmane guild. my name is Caspian i am 17 and i live in London. i have been looking for a decent troll only RP guild for some time now and RP a troll hexxer on the server Argent dawn. This is my first char on defias brotherhood and i am lvling a char on this server for the sole reason of RP in this guild.
Character info:
Name: Mazoc
Class: Rogue. combat spec. (I should mention that this char is lvl 6 at the moment so i will not be able to get to Dun Morogh for a while)
Professions: Herbalism. Skinning. Cooking.
Backround: (sorry if it's a bit long i copied it from something else and didn't have the heart to edit it)
Mazoc was a young hunter checking his traps when he saw the billowing green smoke rise from the west. Intrigued he headed towards it. He had not gone far until he saw a small ragtag group of the little things that called themselves gnomes. They were weak and injured but the one thing they all had. Was fear.
Mazoc decided to have some fun. He hid in a tree that the group of gnomes were heading towards and threw an axe into one of their skulls. Killing the little creature instantly. Too easy he thought too himself as the survivors squealed and ran as fast as their little legs would take them. As he followed them, hiding in the shadows. He started playing games with them as he killed them.
He chased them but deliberatly didn't catch them so that they would split up. Only when they were alone and exhausted would he deliver his merciful strike. Mazoc hunted them for days, not even going back to his tribe. Their Fear made him happy. So he would stick their slain friends heads on sticks and tricked them into running towards them. Or he would give them false hope by chasing them into a cave where they though they were safe. Then sealing it up with a rockslide. Mazoc hunted them all until there was only one bleeding young female left. Mazoc hunted her slowly savoring every second and when she finally collapsed of loss of blood onto the snow. Mazoc raised his dagger high ready to plunge it into her throat. But he couldn't do it. He loved hunting, chasing, scaring the, so much that he could not kill the last one.
So he let her live.
I have been in other troll only RP guild but none of them really grasped the savage barbaric feel that i want with a troll. (I am not looking for a Silvermoon inn tea party)
Your guild can offer me good troll RP in a secluded mountain pass... I am also interested in this D&D storyline aspect that you mentioned on the forums since it sounds like it could put another dynamic into RP.
What i can offer you however is a relaxed, active guild member who is relatively seasoned at RP.
Character info:
Name: Mazoc
Class: Rogue. combat spec. (I should mention that this char is lvl 6 at the moment so i will not be able to get to Dun Morogh for a while)
Professions: Herbalism. Skinning. Cooking.
Backround: (sorry if it's a bit long i copied it from something else and didn't have the heart to edit it)
Mazoc was a young hunter checking his traps when he saw the billowing green smoke rise from the west. Intrigued he headed towards it. He had not gone far until he saw a small ragtag group of the little things that called themselves gnomes. They were weak and injured but the one thing they all had. Was fear.
Mazoc decided to have some fun. He hid in a tree that the group of gnomes were heading towards and threw an axe into one of their skulls. Killing the little creature instantly. Too easy he thought too himself as the survivors squealed and ran as fast as their little legs would take them. As he followed them, hiding in the shadows. He started playing games with them as he killed them.
He chased them but deliberatly didn't catch them so that they would split up. Only when they were alone and exhausted would he deliver his merciful strike. Mazoc hunted them for days, not even going back to his tribe. Their Fear made him happy. So he would stick their slain friends heads on sticks and tricked them into running towards them. Or he would give them false hope by chasing them into a cave where they though they were safe. Then sealing it up with a rockslide. Mazoc hunted them all until there was only one bleeding young female left. Mazoc hunted her slowly savoring every second and when she finally collapsed of loss of blood onto the snow. Mazoc raised his dagger high ready to plunge it into her throat. But he couldn't do it. He loved hunting, chasing, scaring the, so much that he could not kill the last one.
So he let her live.
I have been in other troll only RP guild but none of them really grasped the savage barbaric feel that i want with a troll. (I am not looking for a Silvermoon inn tea party)
Your guild can offer me good troll RP in a secluded mountain pass... I am also interested in this D&D storyline aspect that you mentioned on the forums since it sounds like it could put another dynamic into RP.
What i can offer you however is a relaxed, active guild member who is relatively seasoned at RP.