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 Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 12:19 pm
Some of us who play World of Warcraft have gone further to develop our characters as they grow, become stronger, and more formidible opponents for those unlucky enough to face them. In case no one's done a thread like this, I'ma take the initiative!
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 1:02 pm
Dayon Rolav Dayon Rolav was a human, former citizen of the ravaged Loraeron kingdom. Because Lordaeron was known to the Alliance as the source of its military power, it's not a stretch of imagination that a renowned Paladin by the name of Rohan Rolav hailed from there.
A legend on the battlefield and of the Alliance, this great hero eventually retired from his war-torn way of life and married. Unfortunatly, Rohan's wife would die giving birth to their son, Dayon.
Carrying the mantle of the Rolav namesake, it was expected that he be just as fervent in combat as his father was, and his father before him. Yet Dayon was just the opposite. Though gifted with a highly analytical mind, granting him tactional genius, he never utilized it. After Lordaeron fell to the Scourge, Dayon usually kept himself in Stormwind's library, learning the history of Azeroth and past wars. He was not a spoiled young man, but a lazy one.
Dayon eventually was suaded into enrolling into Stormwind's army, attempting to become a Paladin, but he not disciplined enough to wield the Light in a way to do it justice. He became a warrior, instead.
Soon, Stormwind would call upon its fighters for a battle in the Plaguelands against the Scourge, to which Rohan, and, reluctantly, Dayon, answered the call. In his first fight against the Undead, the love of the fight was unlocked from within him, and he proclaimed that he'd live up to his family name from then on. In a cruel twist of fate, their camp was ambushed, and Dayon was inflicted with a minor would, though infected, that would leave him to suffer the transformation into the Scourge.
Rohan, and Seya and Wynmund, childhood friends of Dayon who had also become Paladins, thought their beloved Dayon to be dead, and lost their insanity because of it. They forsook their ties to the Alliance, and joined the newly formed Scarlet Crusade.
Dayon wandered the diseased lands for months. He was suprisingly resillient to the plague that worked to destroy his body and turn him into a monster. He was soon discovered by a patrol party of the Scarlet Crusade, led by his own father. At first, elated to see his son again, he tried to heal him of his wounds. But the holy Light did nothing to better him, and only caused him pain. It was then that Rohan believed that the Dayon that was his son was truly gone, and he brought him back to their Scarlet Monestary. Rohan put Dayon in the 'caring' hands of Vishas, the High Interrogator, who tried to pry answers about the Scourge from Dayon. The young man had none, and in Vishas' stubbornness, he tortured Dayon mercilessly. He continued for so long, he eventually forgot -why- he did, and Dayon became his favorite toy.
Vishas lamented the idea that Dayon would die soon, because he did so enjoy his screams. He knew that Rohan's light hurt and burned, so he figured the opposite, in its purest form, would better him. Shadow. Vishas called upon the Magisters and Warlocks of the Crusade, and channeled vast quantities of Shadow magic into the broken man's body, forcing him to absorb it all. Vishas, in the end, was wrong, but even so, Dayon still did not die. Hanging on by a thread, Dayon clung to life, until Rohan, who had now realized that Dayon hadn't turned yet, freed his son. Though he was stopped and killed by Vishas, Dayon still managed to escape, only to die at the borders of Tirisfal from the exposure to so much shadow magic.
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Dayon rose as a Forsaken, the only retained memory for the time was that he wasted his life as a human, and he vowed to work his way up the ranks of the Horde he found out he was aligned with, and become its highest military honor, the High Warlord. He also had a burning hatred for the Crusade that plagued Lordaeron.
Upon his arrival in Brill, he saw something curious. A troll priestess by the name of Naraia, who had taken the Forsaken as the force she would work for, and became interested in just how a Forsaken's body worked. The two 'experimented', testing the limits of Dayon's senses, until her curiosity was piqued and she wanted to test what else he might be able to do, and he dragged him off to a secluded spot and slept with him that night.
When she went on her way to Silverpine, Dayon followed, taking an interest in protecting this priestess, and vowing that he'd die before anything would harm her. Amused, Naraia and Dayon ventured through Silverpine and Hillsbrad together, repeating their experiments or otherwise just sating eachother's lust.
Naraia, who had been making a point not to become too attached to this Warrior, found herself balling her eyes out on his shoulder when he collapsed, from blood loss, after defending her from the Hillsbrad Sentry.
Dayon left for war a few times, being gone for a few days or more, while Naraia would often contemplate what she felt for him. One trip away, while Dayon was in the Warsong Gulch, he met his former friends, the symbol of the Scarlet Crusade emblazoned on their chests. He didn't want to kill them, but they found and pursued him, cornering him and prepared to, 'release his soul from this rotting prison', but Dayon blacked out. Awaking, the bodies of his once-friends and now-assailants were beaten, bloody, and beyond recognition. Dayon felt something primal, and feared it, but kept it secret, eventually returning to Naraia.
By this time, Naraia was still unsure about her feelings for him, but Dayon had already fallen for her.
The Forsaken went missing-in-action after a trip to Grom'Gol, for about a week. It was under attack by the Alliance, and Dayon fled northward, traversing all the land between Grom'Gol in the south, and Lordaeron in the north. Returning to Naraia, who helped him to Brill to rest, they showed one another just how much they had missed eachother. As they slept, Dayon woke to night terrors, something telling him he had to go to the Monestary, and soon. Dayon, Naraia, and a mage he had met, stormed the Graveyard wing, in which Dayon and Vishas met once again, and they locked in combat, Dayon hungry for revenge. Dayon finally had it, when he bested Vishas, pumped him for information about his blackouts, to which Vishas just laughed, and then swiftly lopping his head off. Dayons blackouts would rise as he fought Doan, Herod, and Whitemane and Mograine afterwards, to which Naraia became suspicious, but overlooked.
Soon, one fated day, Naraia and Dayon were tasked to go to the Witherbark troll village and lay waste to the inhabitants. Losing himself in the thrill of battle, Dayon blacked out again, and his blade nearly found his lover's throat. He collapsed to his knees after he realized this, apologizing profusely for his mistake. Naraia seemed to have forgiven him, but the next time he went to war, she all but abandoned him. She never wanted to get attached, and found that she undoubtedly was. She loved him, but he became too dangerous, and hid.
Dayon had been fighting a constant battle within himself. Realizing what his blackouts meant, he learned that when he blacked out, he'd become feral, primal, mindless, as if he were part of the Scourge all over again. Each time he lost himself to this other, darker form, Dayon felt he had less and less control over it. But he realized Naraia had left him, and his morale dropped so low that he couldn't fight his other persona anymore, and ultimately, it changed him. Cruel, dark, insane, this 'new' Dayon was a mixture of his base personality, and his dark side's intentions.
Naraia eventually returned, her intent to have Dayon beg her to come back to him, and met him in the throneroom of the late King Terenas. Dayon had become aware that Naraia had the intent to manipulate the Forsaken until he was of no use to him any longer, and he was right, but Naraia had developed a heart between then and now, but Dayon refused to believe it. Calling eachother fools back and forth, Dayon fished out a small, Moonstone ring he had created for her, to wed her with, and tossed it to the floor at her feet. When Naraia averted her gaze to look at the curious little ring, Dayon had charged her, the steel blade of his Nightblade driven through her midsection. Whispering his first proclaimation that he loved her, she died, and Dayon broke down, weeping bitterly. He still loved her, and had killed her.
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Dayon had entered a phase of severe mental instability. He traveled through a lot of troll-heavy lands. For each tribe he encountered, he would separate, subdue, defeat, rape, and then kill a female troll. He was convinced that they were laughing at him. He'd have episodes of tremendous pain, in which he could feel that the Shadow inside his mind and body, acting like a tumor, messed with his head, and he didn't even truly realize its destructive workings. Dayon would be plagued with memories of what he had done, some of them true, some of them fabricated by his own insanity, with no way to truly tell which was which. His mood and personality flucuated freuquently, and if his Shadow wasn't purged soon, it'd wipe his mind clean, keeping him in a vegetative state in which he'd forever be lost to any and all false memories with all times back to reality severed.
But a Warlock, named Aerion, and another troll priestess, named Nebet, had been watching him, and though Nebet wanted desperately to help him, Aerion said that he wasn't ready to be helped. Eventually, Dayon -did- fight his shadow off, pulling his true memories out of the haze, and Aerion and Nebet saw it right to free him forever. The Warlock pulled his shadow out, while Nebet kept him healed, else the ripping would destroy him anyway. Dayon had always lemented that he should have listened to the other Forsaken that mocked him for loving a troll, or showing any emotion other than anger. Upon leaving, Aerion remarked that it's not the emotionless or ruthlessness that makes them Forsaken. It's the unbreakable will and determination that fought his shadow back that is the key characteristic of these undead renegades.
Dayon, now back in a state of clarity and sanity, mourns Naraia at the grave he dug for her, and fights with unending fervor whenever the Horde calls him. Now at the rank of Champion, the Horde has begun to take notice of his achievements, he he could very well be a High Warlord soon. He fights now for his father, his promise, himself, his deceased priestess, and for the Horde.
Aerion Odemn
When Arthas Menethil and Jaina Proudmore began their campaign to the north, it was clear they held eachother as a love interest. One night this manifest itself in a night staying in a barn to take refuge from the Scourge and the very elements. The two shared an evening they'd never forget, and after their split, when Jaina saw that Arthas was clearly not well, she realized she was carrying his child.
Keeping the pregnancy a secret with the use of fashion tricks and magical illusions, only one person knew that she was expecting: Sionelle Strof. A close friend of Jaina's, when she finally did give birth, to twins, Sionelle took the children in her care. She was also a member of the Kirin Tor. The children, one a boy, the other a girl, were named Aerion and Oruasi.
Aerion was a special child. He was blind from birth, as his eyes were completely black with white runes for pupils. The Kirin Tor wondered the sorts of power this might hold, and feared it, and they bound a bandage to his eyes, magically fusing it to his skin, hoping that they'd never know.
Sionelle eventually met and fell in love with a wizard of the Kirin Tor, and married. Aerion was placed under the care of Dalaran, so when Sionelle moved to Andorhal to start a family, Aerion was separated from his sister, dispite how much she tried to fight for the right to bring him.
Aerion's mentor was Kel'Thuzad himself. He was the only one he trusted to tell about his necromantic endeavors. Knowing Kel'Thuzad took up that sort of magic to guard against the possibility of the orcish Warlocks rising again, Aerion, who was learning to become a Mage, converted to Warlock magic, so that Kel'Thuzad had a source of the magic to experiment with.
Kel'Thuzad was then exiled before Aerion could tell him that he converted for him, and kept quiet. For a while he used strictly fire spells to conceal his shadows and demons. But he was eventually discovered, and cast out.
As he wandered throughout Lordaeron, Kel'Thuzad appeared to him, having already been enlisted into the Scourge. The elder mage saw Aerion's change as a shift in persona, and figured he'd delight in a position of power amongst the Scourge. This enraged Aerion, who felt that Kel'Thuzad was acting just as the Kirin Tor did, assuming that he's a Warlock who is evil. Kel'Thuzad and Aerion clashed spells for a good while, until his former mentor retreated to the Plaguelands. Aerion persued.
The chase ended in the lands that'd later be known as the Plaguelands. There was a massive cauldron, spewing out the plague. Aerion knew what it was, and fought Kel'Thuzad again, trying to defeat him and stop the disease. He realized he'd be too late, and acted hastily, casting a spell that directed the entirety of the cauldron's contents into his body. He took the full brunt of the Plague, and he believed it to be all that there ever was. He died in vein, as there were more than one cauldron. Aerion was the first of the Lich King's Scourge by the hands of the finalized Plague.
Eventually, Aerion broke free from the Scourge when the Lich King was weakened. He awoke in the Shadow Grave knowing he had a searing hatred for Kel'Thuzad and the Scourge. He was wearing a leather mask, that was bound to his face, and he found that his lower jaw was missing. Blind, unable to speak, but not in any way hindered, he was now allowed to fully delve into the magics of the Warlock, uninhibitied by scorn and prejudice. His demons provided a connection through which he communicates with a disembodied voice. He still searches for a new jaw, however.
Aerion is a cold, calculating, magical genious, who is credited with the discovery of binding the Felguard to the Warlock's will for good. He combines his skill in Alchemy with his Demonologic magic to make great strides in that field, as well as fire and shadodw magic.
Aerion lost his sanity altogether when he entered Outland, due to the Fel Energies that overloaded his mind. He was no less a genious or cruel. Returning from Outland and watching over the misguided Warrior, Dayon, he took an interest in him, drawn to the shadow within. He was instrumental in removing it from his mind and restoring his sanity, and in doing so, restored some of his own, as well. Aerion absorbed Dayon's shadow, and because of that, has a part of Dayon inside his mind. The two have a sort of connection now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 7:40 pm
Morda The Nighthowl
((Drawn by Uphelia. Character developed and designed by me. Purchased by me.)) In the silent forests of Ashenvale many orcs made home in the dangerous lands. For work was needed done in the extensive logging operations that was held here. In these shaded thickets a beautiful, strong orcish child was born of strong parents. She was named Morda and she was fated to be a strong warrior of the horde as her parents before her. Morda had not lived up to such title though. Unlike most children of orcish blood, she was small, even at the age of 12. Such traits though had been visible since the age of 3. So, her parents, fearing the shame it was to bring, hid her from the world. It was only a little time after their decesion they were granted a boy, and Morda had a brother. He grew excellently compared to the runty Morda and received much attention from their parents. Morda grew jealous of this and developed ways to get their attention usually involving bringing herself to spots of danger. It did one or two things beside garner the attention she desired as a growing orc. She in her adventures developed a sense of fearlessness, a bravery that not even most orcs possessed. She also made her brother develop a protective sense over her. She would live here until 14 years of age, and it was then her father was killed in an alliance raid. Her mother decided Ashenvale was no longer a safe place to raise a family and relocated to Orgimmar. Morda would start her future here. __________________________________ Morda by now was already 16 years of age, and her brother had begun his training as a warrior of the horde. She would never be granted such fate and she knew it, she would be happy handling the Wyverns or trading between the horde villages. She was able to accept her fate. Her brother though when training had received a wound when fighting scorpids and was filled with a deadly venom. She franticly tried to find some cure, and eventually found herself in the cleft of shadow. It was there she met a man that would change her life. Uragosh, a warlock and servant of the shadow council,who had infiltrated Orgimmar. Seeing her as a valuable new addition to the ranks he deceived her. Tricking her with a promise of the cure, in exchange for a small contract of service. Morda, desperate, accepted the contract for the cure. She returned to her brother, and delivered to cure. It worked and allowed him to return to his training. Morda though would vanish for several years, and almost no one knew she had even left. Her time was spent in training, under the watchful eye of Uragosh. She was no warlock but she would make a skilled assassin. She was smaller them most orcs so could play many roles, and was not scared of anything. She was also naive and easy to trick. Despite the shady nature of her training, she did not dislike it. She found herself adept at carrying out tasks granted up her, and thought finally she had a place in the horde. She did not know, everything she did only hampered the horde further and further. For the next few years after training she carried out missions in secret. It was always assassinate this threat to the horde, or obtain this object of power so we may prosper. Never did Morda question it, never did she ever come to think of this character Uragosh. Why should she? Every time she finished a mission, she would congratulate her, and he was always friendly to her. He made her feel like someone actually cared for the little runt of the horde. It was all though to keep her in line. It was upon her next mission she found out though. She had destroyed a "rebellious troll uprising" and claimed the "Stolen artifact" when she was intercepted by the orcish gaurd. She was charged with death for her crimes of treason upon the horde, but found her confused. Had not everything she did been for the better of the horde. Terrified she explained the entire thing, and to her surprise was forgiven. The shadow council had been a problem, and the orcish female was obviously just confused. Though that was not good enough for her. ______ She vowed from now on to hunt down eradicate the shadow council and the real enemies of the horde. Taking service as a spy to the horde rank, she began her long road to vengeance. It has been hard and laborious, and many tasks seem to dive her further and further away from her goal. Though it only goes to make her strive even harder and harder to hunt down and kill the man who betrayed her. Despite how good he made her feel, there was nothing that would make up for such a dishonor. As of yet though little luck has been on her side. She has been able to track him to the firey fields of outland in where she hopes to end the vile warlock were he stands. ______________________ Not the real name of my character, or one that I've created. She is based off my character who is in fact an orc rogue, but is on a PvP and never really gets to roleplay. It is also rough, it kind is slopply assembled, and really spur of the moment. I do enjoy character development though, and I enjoyed reading the story of Dayon.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 8:47 pm
Heh. I was going to post something along these lines, but just never did. Also, didn't seem like there'd be that much interest.
Anyway, not as indepth as the first two, but here goes:
Kiraleen Sunwing: Blood elf mage. Best described as "the My Little Pony of the Horde." Unswervingly polite and considerate to everyone, rarely puts her foot wrong socially, she's one of those people who can loathe you to the core of their being, and you will never know. Believes whole-heartedly in Kael'thas' promise of a better world, she's prepared to do what must be done for the sindorei, and to end the threat of the Burning Crusade.
Piet Sunwing: Blood elf warlock. Kiraleen's cousin. Likes to hurt things. As socially adept as his cousin, uses this knack to get beneath people's guards and then stab them in the back -- literally or figuratively. Can "smile and smile and be the villain." Isn't sure about all this promised homeland business. Has a secret fetish for Forsaken women; they can take a lot of damage.
Keldorn Darrow (Darrow): Forsaken warlock. A lawyer in life, his 'awakening' as a Forsaken answers the question, he says, if lawyers do have souls. Has been known to let (non-vital, mostly harmless) enemies live if they tell him a lawyer joke he hasn't heard before. Takes most everything in stride but the political situation is getting him worried.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 9:10 pm
Wow, well, I'll place out my little bit of Marivia's life out here. It's uh, a little, eh, well you'll see:
Marivia had been born on Echo Isles, to a young and beautiful Troll woman of the name Zangtia. Though she held that same glow of her mother's beauty, these traits didn't aid her well in life. She had not been a child of two caring parents, but of a foreign Troll warrior, who had left her mother injured and pregnate with a child of rape.
She was still young when it came time that Kul Tiras and it's navy forced the Darkspears to retreat inland. No one seemed to take notice to her while she sat alone holding a raptor's egg close to herself. The only thing that upset her then was the smashed eggs and the dead mother raptor. She wraped the egg in her long skirt as carefully as she could.
While she made her way inshore to saftey, her mother did not, and wasn't found once they had returned to their home.
She spent her time caring for the egg she had found until it had hatched and she had finally gained a companion in life. She simply named her Via.
When they were yet again forced of this land by the witch doctor Zalazane, she rushed off to shore, with her little raptor in her arms. She looked back to see someone with the looks of her mother. She stumbled forward, but continued on.
Her life had been quite rocky from that point on. It was her and Via. She had taken up skills by watching hunters practice, and when she was of age to do so herself she followed the path of the hunter.
When asked to kill Zalazane for a reward, she quickly and proudly accepted. As she and Via went through the mindless Trolls. Seeing them fall down dead, she came across a one, who she would relize as an arrow struck through her chest, was her mother. Without a care she moved on in her journey.
This brings her to her first trip to Orgrimmar. She was amazed by the grand scale of this city, and how close it was to home but she had never seen it. It was at this momnet she saw a young orc child running from the butcher woman, with a ham. She took one of the ropes holding her pouch to her side and tied it to an arrow. She let it fly and it dug straight into the ham. She ran off with it, mocking the Orc woman.
This was the point when she had first met Earthhorn. Of course by running straight into him. She just continued on but left behind her bag.
Meeting up with the small Orc boy was how she managed to come across the Tauren once again. While Via shreiked at him, she relized he was very childish for being part of such a wise and great race. He even smiled like a child. He returned her bag and had invited her along with him.
She learned of him as being First Seargent Earthhorn, and Druid. Though she thought nothing of it then. He helped her along with her travel and would appear out of nowhere. He wasn't only becoming annoying, but she was starting to like this attention she never used to have.
She then relized what he was doing, he was flirting with her. She thought of this so awkwardly. A Tauren and herself. It kind of made her laugh on the outside, but her innerself was telling her that she had grown to care for him deeply. He had taught her happiness, and even taught her to smile.
He never spoke much of his past, but bringing it up seemed to harm him quite a bit. Since the same went for her they figured they'd start with nothing and develop their selfs together.
She watched him go through a countless amount of injuries and while she could never help him when he lie there in pain in a far more horrid surrouding, he always helped her through what she needed in her own journey.
On one occasion he stayed beside her in Booty Bay for days as he helped her heal from a close to death encounter in Stranglethorn Vale. She thanked him countless times while she was awake. She shook in her sleep as nightmares struck and flashbacks weaved within them. He held her on those nights, and hushed her sweetly until she'd be calm once again.
When she had gained most of her streangth back, and awoke in the night to see Earthhorn lying beside her. She pulled herself against his chest and kissed him gently, telling him how greatful she was for his care. He opened one eye and did half of a grin. He told her he knew he needed to be with her the first moment he had seen her, and wanted to show her that he'd be there if she needed him as well.
They stayed awake that night, making it their first night to be meant for eachother. She awoke the next morning with his cloak draped over herself and a small envolope beside her bedside.
He had apologized for leaving withhin the night, but had recived an ugent request to help a close friend. At this point she fell into a depressed state, feeling as though he had used her with a phonie excuse. She cried silently during the rest of her stay in that room in Booty Bay.
She hadn't seen him for quite sometime and had relized something wasn't right. She was having weird symptoms, which revield the act of her bearing a child. She returned to Sen'jin Village. She hoped he'd return when he discovered this news.
He did come to her in the middle of the night, and he lay down beside her as she shook. He apologized for leaving her alone at such an awkward moment and hushed her until she fell into a comfortble sleep, as he always had done.
This goes on to more little miserable tid-bits in her life I'll type out later, including her miscarage and an angry side of Earthhorn. Along with some detail on Santoko, whis is my sister's Troll priestess...
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 6:30 am
Here's the continueation:
As I said in the text, She sees a very angry side of Earthhorn...and that's because she has a drinking problem. And that drinking problem, with a combination of deep depression from him just leaving, caused her to sleep with and old 'friend' of from her childhood, who they always called Scared. He actually was probably the biggest jerk to her until she started to well, mature...
Earthhorn nearly kills him when he finds out he had been the one to impregnate his dearest love. Marivia doesn't truely care about him wanting to do something to Scared, but he is begining to frighten her at this point. With the way he develops to act she's terrified to the fact he may harm her as well.
She eventually tries to explain to him how she didn't truely mean to do such a thing, and he just pushes her away. Then of course with her little aditude problem she gets angry with him for leaving her in the first place. Lots of yelling and fighting between them at this point and Earthhorn ends up harming her quite a bit by pushing her to the ground harshly. She tries to catch herself and along with a few gashes, breaks her arm in the process.
She just sat there on the floor, holding her arm to herself. She resorts back to the way she acted as a child, which was giving an emotionless reaction to whatever happened around her.
She just keeps her eyes on him and she's holding back crying in pain and fear. Instead she just starts to shake and let out little gasps of fear and pain.
She relizes he must have been truely in pain to do such a thing, and her feelings take over as tears run down her face. She looks at him breifly, just wanting him to hold her like he always did. He leaves the room where she sat and comes back in with a bandage and two boards of wood. She shakes in fear as he pulls her injured arm to himself and wraps it aas gently as he could. He helped her bandage her other wounds as well before he left.
He holds her gently before leaving her there. She begs for his forgivness as he walks away, and he nods to show he accepted it. But she ended up alone after that. Earthhorn was ranked to far above her to find him easily. So she decided she'd find him, and fight beside him as a friend. She also decided her shattered heart had been through far to much pain, and basicly locked away any feelings she had previously held.
This whole bioagraphy thing has made me convinced to make a RP thread. If anyone want's in, I'll put a fourm or something for oganization. Just fill it out.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 9:40 am
Marivia of the Darkspears This whole bioagraphy thing has made me convinced to make a RP thread. If anyone want's in, I'll put a fourm or something for oganization. Just fill it out. I think BE was willing to have a separate forum if someone ponied up the money? There was a thread on it. I'd probably read it, don't know how active I'd be. I've got a RP on Gaia I'm heavily involved in, and I'm trying to cut back on my online distractions as it is. On a related note, there's a long (61 questions) questionnaire my Elfquest fanclub has used to get into a character's head. I can post it, if anyone would like to see it. Some of the questions will have to be dropped or rewritten to fit WoW, but that shouldn't take too long.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 1:29 pm
Dreamwhisper Marivia of the Darkspears This whole bioagraphy thing has made me convinced to make a RP thread. If anyone want's in, I'll put a fourm or something for oganization. Just fill it out. I think BE was willing to have a separate forum if someone ponied up the money? There was a thread on it. I'd probably read it, don't know how active I'd be. I've got a RP on Gaia I'm heavily involved in, and I'm trying to cut back on my online distractions as it is. On a related note, there's a long (61 questions) questionnaire my Elfquest fanclub has used to get into a character's head. I can post it, if anyone would like to see it. Some of the questions will have to be dropped or rewritten to fit WoW, but that shouldn't take too long. yha I started that thread, lol. I'd actually love to see the questionare
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 7:17 pm
Marivia of the Darkspears I'd actually love to see the questionare I'll post it up tomorrow, then. biggrin
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 7:56 pm
Dreamwhisper Marivia of the Darkspears This whole bioagraphy thing has made me convinced to make a RP thread. If anyone want's in, I'll put a fourm or something for oganization. Just fill it out. I think BE was willing to have a separate forum if someone ponied up the money? There was a thread on it. I'd probably read it, don't know how active I'd be. I've got a RP on Gaia I'm heavily involved in, and I'm trying to cut back on my online distractions as it is. On a related note, there's a long (61 questions) questionnaire my Elfquest fanclub has used to get into a character's head. I can post it, if anyone would like to see it. Some of the questions will have to be dropped or rewritten to fit WoW, but that shouldn't take too long. I've got 14k burning a hole in my Gaia.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 12:46 pm
Angilias blackwolf:
Angilias lived in mulgor all her life but now it was time for her and her young wolf companion shadow to set out. they had just finihsed thier right of passaged to prove to carrin they were ready. Angilias is ready to set hoof out into the new world and fight to the death to save her people and help Thrall at any expense. A skilled young hunter who was taught well at the bow her and her young wolf set forth on thier ways.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 1:43 am
Bishop Alahn Jared Corvinus - The Deathealer
Name: Alahn Jared Corvinus
Prefix: Bishop
Title: The Deathealer
Nickname: Al
House: Corvin
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[General Info]
Concept: Noble Obsessive Healer
Status: Previously a Noble
Proffessions: Alchemy, Tailoring, Cooking, First Aid, Fishing
Weapons of Choice: 1-Hand Mace, Off-hand Item, Wand
Home: Thunder Bluff
Birthplace: Stormwind (Deathknell)
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[Description]
Height: 5ft, 11in
Weight: 147 lbs.
Eyes: Milky
Age: 32
Faction: Hoard
Race: Forsaken
Class: Priest
Spec: Holy
Marks: Despite his currant state of un-death, Alahn shows little change from when he was alive. His skin has tinted to a mottled purple, and the pupils of his eyes are always wide with a strange light emanating from within them. His right arm has a chunk missing from 2 inches below the shoulder, down to the elbow joint. His hair is strangely clean compared to other Forsaken, and he keeps his fingernails trimmed. Alahn's neck is noticeably thinner than it should be, and this affects his speach. He often stops to concentrate before saying a few sentances, and has been known to stumble over simple words at times.
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[Personality]
Attitude: Alahn is obsessed with all forms of healing, so much so that unless there is an opportunity to practice his craft, he tends to be a loner. Though obviously dark and moody, He keeps a firm control of his emotions. His behavior is cordial, as one would expect form a noble upbringing. His sense of humor is usually quite evident, and he has no problem with others having a humorous outlook, though he himself might not have one.
Motto: " Once, I lived to cure and heal. Now, I un-live to cure and heal."
Theme: "Leave Out All The Rest" (by Linkin Park)
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[Backstory]
Born in Stormwind, Alahn grew up with his younger brother and dreamed of being a great healer. He chose to enter the church (against his father’s wishes) to learn the healing arts, and showed great promise despite his youth. His brother joined him, though found himself better suited to the path of a paladin. When Alahn heard of the plague in Tirisfal Glades, he saw it as an opportunity. Despite his brothers concerns, he undertook the journey. Within a month of arriving, he was struck down by the very plague he wished to undo. Having risen as an undead hasn’t changed his dream of healing. It has simply allowed him more time to practice his art. Upon rising, his new state tickled something in his memory. After few questions to the Forsaken locals, it dawned on him that the plague that created their undead state was mystical in nature. That being the case, I immediately decided that there must also be a way to reverse the process, and thereby return the Forsaken to their lives.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 9:08 am
So, what do you guys think of my character?
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 8:06 am
Thank you, Dayon. I have always wanted to do something like this. Well, here goes...
'Zugzugzug' Kran Bladesnarl
Born in Far Watch Post to an orc warrior and his hunter companion, Kran has always been somewhat unlucky. When he was very young, he was ambushed by night elf bandits on his monthly trip to the Crossroads to obtain and deliver provisions. He was left with a broken finger on his left hand, a minor concussion and a missing eye, but even at seven years old he was cruel and a fearsome fighter. One of the three Night Elves never saw his beloved forests again, and another had a broken arm to talk about. His father treated him as a hero when he heard about this, and even his normally aloof mother was impressed. But such good things are not meant to last in this world torn by war and strife, alas. When Admiral Proudmoore invaded Durotar and founded a forward base there for the Kul Tiras, his parents were called off to war, and he was left in the care of the grizzled Veteran Uzzek. He was only eleven years old, but he learned much from Uzzek, and when, a year later, he got word that his parents had been slain, he swore vengeance upon the Alliance.
Several years later, on various tasks about the land of Kalimdor, Kran was captured by members of the Burning Blade, and taken to Thunder Axe fortress in Desolace. There he was beaten and totured for years before he was rescued by a marauding warband of Magram centaur. While held at Thunder Axe fortress, he forgot his real name and took the nickname 'Zugzugzug' when the Magram warrior Golkan took him under his wing. The newly named Zugzugzug stayed at the Magram village for a long time, resting and recovering from his grievous wounds. He finally left the care of the Magram and returned to his home in Orgrimmar, only to learn by messenger that the Gelkis had attacked the Magram village and killed Golkan, his one and only friend. He learned his real name from Thrall himself, but the nickname had stuck, and he only entrusted the knowledge of his true name to Thrall, Vol'jin and Nazgrel. He led a solitary life, afraid of more pain derived from friendship lost. He spent most of his time in a dark corner of the Orgrimmar tavern, drowning his many sorrows in ale and mead. He was finally found by Uzzek, who hardly recognized the warrior. After much talk, Uzzek finally persuaded Kran to join the Horde military, and get revenge. So he did.
For ten years he sought the humans who had killed his parents, until he finally found them in a cabin on the border of Lordamere lake. They were Interrogater Vishas' parents. They pleaded for mercy, but he hardly knew what the word meant, and slew them. But before he died, Vishas' mother, feeling pity for the huge warrior, told him that they had been paid to kill his parents by an unnamed Alliance general. To this day, he hunts for that general, one thing on his mind - bloodletting in the name of his parents, slaying to avenge their untimely death.
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