Post by Jiafon on May 26, 2009 19:38:47 GMT 1
Basic Information
Your Name or Alias: Unrein
Your Age: 22
Your Location: Finland
Tell us a little bit about yourself: I got my first experience with RP back when Neverwinter Nights came out in 2002 and the multiplayer scene started out, with people DMing one-shots, campaigns and eventually persistent world servers. I still periodically play on persistent worlds in NWN 2, though WoW and some short-lived stints in other MMOs have accounted for my multiplayer RP gaming since WoW was released. Besides gaming I've recently applied for schools, hoping to study game design this fall.
Your Character
Character Name: Jia'fon
Character Class and Spec: Death Knight - Undecided on what spec I'll end up with, Blood for now.
Character Professions: Mining and blacksmithing
Character Background: Jia began her life as an orphan and was raised by a member of the Frostmane Hold tribe until adolescence. She knows very little of her parents' fate or lives, and her queries in the matter have always been met with silence or downright hostility. Jia'fon grew up to be an introspective and reclusive personality with a gentler spirit than most in the tribe. She hardly ever took interest in the day-to-day lives of the tribe, aside from campfire nights and a few hunts here and there, leading her to be viewed as not much else than a general layabout with her head in the clouds - and someone who couldn't carry her own weight.
Jia'fon has always enjoyed the moments when tales of the Loa and tribal myths are shared, when the toil and travail of the day and past are forgotten for a while - though her relationship with the Loa has always been strained with little faith in their abilities and power, certainly not aided by her fear of malicious spirits.
Jia'fon possesses a keen and pragmatic mind, generally having little patience for nonsense and games. She can be particularly sarcastic and crude, sometimes acting outright childishly, especially when in a vulnerable position or situation. Thinking of never being able to prove herself in the eyes of her tribesmates, she mustered all of her courage and left without notice after hearing hushed tales of the Horde and their exploits from the few who dared venture outside of Dun Morogh - seeking to join them.
And join them she did. This was three years ago. It began a journey that led her to Kalimdor and eventually Northrend. It was also a time of great personal turmoil and change for Jia'fon. The life of a warrior - a soldier - took a toll on her, yet for once she did not seem to shirk from her responsibility. She grew physically stronger and meticulously learned the craft of a blacksmith.
Though nothing prepared her for what happened in the Borean Tundra in the aftermath of a bloody battle of which she was the sole survivor...
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A chill wind blew and wailed inside a dimly lit cave. Snowflakes drifted into the narrow cavern, strays from the blizzard that raged outside with all the might only Northrend weather could muster. The faint sounds of Jia'fon's shallow breathing were drowned out by the tempestuous noise. She lay against the cave wall and stared upwards, her fiery blue mane of hair a disheveled mess. Her waist was covered with a hastily applied bandage - it seemed to do little to halt the bleeding from the wound on her side. Jia'fon cursed the blades that had done this to her in her mind.
It was getting difficult to focus her eyes. Light, dark - it all seemed to blur. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to clear her vision. Jia'fon could feel her erratic heartbeat in her chest all too clearly. She had run away. She ran. She had left the remaining others to their deaths. Jia'fon opened her eyes again, trying to think of something else. For an instant, she could not breathe. It felt as if something had reached into her chest and clutched her heart.
She was dying. She had never been so certain of something in her life. Jia'fon once thought she could laugh in the face of death, yet the starkness of her situation was something else. She could not run from this. She closed her eyes, holding back tears. With her trembling hand Jia'fon reached for her handaxe which she had discarded nearby. She growled in frustration and anger and brought the blade to her palm, slashing deeply. She then held up her bleeding hand, looking upwards once more.
"I beseech ya, spirits! Spare me! Spare me, an' I shall do any ting ya ask!", she croaked and coughed.
Her blood slowly pooled on the cave floor. She curled her hand into a fist as moments passed. The blizzard looked as if it were happening in another world to Jia'fon, and there was only silence. After what seemed like ages, she blinked as she looked at her hand. She could swear her blood turned black in front of her eyes.
"Live... and see!"
The disembodied, foreign voice rang in Jia'fon's head and suddenly grew louder than the blizzard. Before she could think on the voice, it felt as if her eyes were cast into molten lava. She doubled over and clutched her face with a shriek. Time seemed to stretch into an eternity once again. The pain was unbearable, and she could do nothing but stay still, hoping it would end. In time, the pain became dull. Her whole body trembled as she slowly sat back. Jia'fon opened her eyes.
She saw faces, their milky eyes staring accusingly at her. She recognized them. And then they were gone.
Jia'fon stumbled to her feet, still grasping her axe as if it were grafted onto her hand. The blood on her bandage had dried. She ran out of the cave with wavering steps, leaving behind fading wisps of blue fire that seeped from her eyes.
Your WoW History
Your previous guilds and why you left them: I played in the Starseeker Sentinels right from the beginning of the server, on and off. It was the guild I stayed with (not counting the breaks I took from WoW) until their disbandment two years ago. I began playing WoW again two months ago after almost a two-year break on my old character that I had RP'd right from the start of the server and I joined Nature's Grasp. Unfortunately my interest in RPing and generally playing my character slowly wore off as I reached 80 and thus I decided to see if I could muster new interest by switching to the Horde.
Your responsibilities in previous guilds: Not much aside from RPing my characters. I never became an officer or anything like that.
Frostmane Hold
Why have you chosen to apply: Since creating a troll character was my favorite choice, I naturally looked at guilds where I could best house one. Starseeker Sentinels and the Nature's Grasp were also single-race guilds, and they always seemed to have worked well for me. The Frostmane Hold caught my eye with the excellent RP stories at the realm forums. The backstory of the guild also fits the character I want to play better than my other option, the Second Gurubashi Empire.
What can we offer you as a guild: You have plenty of skillful roleplayers in your ranks. What more could one want?
What can you offer us: Hopefully an active and friendly guildie. Oh, and moar arr pee!
Did you read and accept the Rules and codes of conduct thread? Yes.
Your Name or Alias: Unrein
Your Age: 22
Your Location: Finland
Tell us a little bit about yourself: I got my first experience with RP back when Neverwinter Nights came out in 2002 and the multiplayer scene started out, with people DMing one-shots, campaigns and eventually persistent world servers. I still periodically play on persistent worlds in NWN 2, though WoW and some short-lived stints in other MMOs have accounted for my multiplayer RP gaming since WoW was released. Besides gaming I've recently applied for schools, hoping to study game design this fall.
Your Character
Character Name: Jia'fon
Character Class and Spec: Death Knight - Undecided on what spec I'll end up with, Blood for now.
Character Professions: Mining and blacksmithing
Character Background: Jia began her life as an orphan and was raised by a member of the Frostmane Hold tribe until adolescence. She knows very little of her parents' fate or lives, and her queries in the matter have always been met with silence or downright hostility. Jia'fon grew up to be an introspective and reclusive personality with a gentler spirit than most in the tribe. She hardly ever took interest in the day-to-day lives of the tribe, aside from campfire nights and a few hunts here and there, leading her to be viewed as not much else than a general layabout with her head in the clouds - and someone who couldn't carry her own weight.
Jia'fon has always enjoyed the moments when tales of the Loa and tribal myths are shared, when the toil and travail of the day and past are forgotten for a while - though her relationship with the Loa has always been strained with little faith in their abilities and power, certainly not aided by her fear of malicious spirits.
Jia'fon possesses a keen and pragmatic mind, generally having little patience for nonsense and games. She can be particularly sarcastic and crude, sometimes acting outright childishly, especially when in a vulnerable position or situation. Thinking of never being able to prove herself in the eyes of her tribesmates, she mustered all of her courage and left without notice after hearing hushed tales of the Horde and their exploits from the few who dared venture outside of Dun Morogh - seeking to join them.
And join them she did. This was three years ago. It began a journey that led her to Kalimdor and eventually Northrend. It was also a time of great personal turmoil and change for Jia'fon. The life of a warrior - a soldier - took a toll on her, yet for once she did not seem to shirk from her responsibility. She grew physically stronger and meticulously learned the craft of a blacksmith.
Though nothing prepared her for what happened in the Borean Tundra in the aftermath of a bloody battle of which she was the sole survivor...
________________
A chill wind blew and wailed inside a dimly lit cave. Snowflakes drifted into the narrow cavern, strays from the blizzard that raged outside with all the might only Northrend weather could muster. The faint sounds of Jia'fon's shallow breathing were drowned out by the tempestuous noise. She lay against the cave wall and stared upwards, her fiery blue mane of hair a disheveled mess. Her waist was covered with a hastily applied bandage - it seemed to do little to halt the bleeding from the wound on her side. Jia'fon cursed the blades that had done this to her in her mind.
It was getting difficult to focus her eyes. Light, dark - it all seemed to blur. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to clear her vision. Jia'fon could feel her erratic heartbeat in her chest all too clearly. She had run away. She ran. She had left the remaining others to their deaths. Jia'fon opened her eyes again, trying to think of something else. For an instant, she could not breathe. It felt as if something had reached into her chest and clutched her heart.
She was dying. She had never been so certain of something in her life. Jia'fon once thought she could laugh in the face of death, yet the starkness of her situation was something else. She could not run from this. She closed her eyes, holding back tears. With her trembling hand Jia'fon reached for her handaxe which she had discarded nearby. She growled in frustration and anger and brought the blade to her palm, slashing deeply. She then held up her bleeding hand, looking upwards once more.
"I beseech ya, spirits! Spare me! Spare me, an' I shall do any ting ya ask!", she croaked and coughed.
Her blood slowly pooled on the cave floor. She curled her hand into a fist as moments passed. The blizzard looked as if it were happening in another world to Jia'fon, and there was only silence. After what seemed like ages, she blinked as she looked at her hand. She could swear her blood turned black in front of her eyes.
"Live... and see!"
The disembodied, foreign voice rang in Jia'fon's head and suddenly grew louder than the blizzard. Before she could think on the voice, it felt as if her eyes were cast into molten lava. She doubled over and clutched her face with a shriek. Time seemed to stretch into an eternity once again. The pain was unbearable, and she could do nothing but stay still, hoping it would end. In time, the pain became dull. Her whole body trembled as she slowly sat back. Jia'fon opened her eyes.
She saw faces, their milky eyes staring accusingly at her. She recognized them. And then they were gone.
Jia'fon stumbled to her feet, still grasping her axe as if it were grafted onto her hand. The blood on her bandage had dried. She ran out of the cave with wavering steps, leaving behind fading wisps of blue fire that seeped from her eyes.
Your WoW History
Your previous guilds and why you left them: I played in the Starseeker Sentinels right from the beginning of the server, on and off. It was the guild I stayed with (not counting the breaks I took from WoW) until their disbandment two years ago. I began playing WoW again two months ago after almost a two-year break on my old character that I had RP'd right from the start of the server and I joined Nature's Grasp. Unfortunately my interest in RPing and generally playing my character slowly wore off as I reached 80 and thus I decided to see if I could muster new interest by switching to the Horde.
Your responsibilities in previous guilds: Not much aside from RPing my characters. I never became an officer or anything like that.
Frostmane Hold
Why have you chosen to apply: Since creating a troll character was my favorite choice, I naturally looked at guilds where I could best house one. Starseeker Sentinels and the Nature's Grasp were also single-race guilds, and they always seemed to have worked well for me. The Frostmane Hold caught my eye with the excellent RP stories at the realm forums. The backstory of the guild also fits the character I want to play better than my other option, the Second Gurubashi Empire.
What can we offer you as a guild: You have plenty of skillful roleplayers in your ranks. What more could one want?
What can you offer us: Hopefully an active and friendly guildie. Oh, and moar arr pee!
Did you read and accept the Rules and codes of conduct thread? Yes.
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