Post by tashun on Feb 18, 2010 19:00:18 GMT
Name: Jay
Age: 16
Nationality: British
Experience with WoW: Played for 3 years, I have 3 lvl 80's, 2 on Defias Brotherhood, Done tonnes of raids and achieved quite a bit in the game, but there is always more to accomplish
How did you hear of us?: Forums and I've combated your members in Duskwood ^^
Do you know anyone in the guild already? By know you must imply I've talked to someone, no, but My Troll's guild and yours have crossed paths before.
IC information
Character Name: Tashun, Defender of the Light
Character Race: Human, Draenei or Dwarf? Human
Character Class: Paladin
Male/Female: Male
Birthplace: Duskwood
Age/DoB: 28
We would benefit from knowing your language capabilities, strengths and weaknesses etc. Please write a short story or piece of text that either summarises your character, or shows of your writing at its best!
Short Piece of writing [Optional]:
To show my writing, This was my last RP submission for an Orc warrior, hopefully it gives you an idea of what language I use:
Lak'tagor was a Shaman on Draenor, where he lived in peace and harmony, but was suspicious of the alien race, the Draenei, he was not as powerful as other Shamans, as he was still young and eager to commune with the Spirits of the world. However, at this time, the Draenei presence had drawn the Leigons attention to the World, in which the events of Ner'zhul striking a pact with Kil'Jaeden were unfolding; after hearing of the so called 'betrayal' of the Draenei's towards the Orcs, Lak'tagor swiftly drank the blood of Mannoroth as so many other Orc's had; during the Slaughtering of the Draenei race, Lak'tagor commited Atrosities against the race, as he was passionate in the glory of orcs. During this time, the elements began to stop communing with the Orcs. Several Decades passed and Lak'tagor could fully no longer use the powers of a Shaman, instead he took upon a Axe and armor, and began training in the arts of a Warrior. Over time, Medivh contacted Gul'dan and as a pact, he opened the Dark Portal, where many orcs including Lak'tagor ventured forth. When Lak'tagor entered into the world, he saw that the world was like theirs, but without the Bloodshed and Violence the Orcs had adapted to, and it reminded him of his Childhood, where he listened to the Elders at the campfire, playing with his father and starting to learn the studies of a Shaman; Lak'tagor was no longer a young Orc, those years of what could of been peace and beauty, had now been turned into a memory of Horror and Destruction, so many Draenei's had perished in the genocide, could he bring himself to causing the same pain and torment to other races as he had with the Draenei's? Who were the Orcs to decide the fate of races on a different world? He had to think it over. At camp, he and the other orcs were around the campfire, where they were talking about how they encountered a weak race, that they were pale by skin, thin bodies and were 'cowardly'; He also heard them talk about how they executed the inhabitants of the world too, it made him sick thinking about how he executed Draenei women and children. His hair was whintening, his skin was dark and his face grew older, but he still possesed the Strength and speed of his youth. As the orcs slept in the tents, Lak'tagor awoke, peering out of his tent, to only find two guards Patrolling. He grabbed his weapon and a bag of possesions, then waited for an opportunity to arise; at one point, one guard went on a patrol further away than the other guard, Lak'tagor gripped his axe tight, and aimed for perfect precision....
A sound of something dropping, followed quickly by something big collapsing and Lak'tagor had few minutes to run away from the camp, No more would he cause harm to other races without just cause, no longer would he be a pawn of the demons and warlocks, He would find somewhere on this world where he could call home....and here came the sounds of screaming orcs and howls of the wolves....he had to move quick.
Eighteen years passed, and Lak'tagor had been cut off from the world of such horror and wonder, but one night, in his sleep, his eyes were moving rapidly, he was experiencing something he hadn't experienced in such a long....long time. He was having a vision, guided by the Elements once again. The element of earth showed him what the earth had experienced, the element of water, showed him the battles taken place over the seas, the element of fire, showed him the destruction and carnage ensued by flames, and the element of air, showed him kingdoms and cities through the eyes of a bird. But this was not what the elements were communing with him for, they were communing him to look closer into the visions, to spot something he hadn't suspected. Orcs. Lots of them. All in the same place. And it was one particular Orc, an orc they called 'Thrall'; the elements were telling him that the orcs had formed under a new horde, which invited the Orcs into this Horde, which was different to the bloodthirsty and destructive one he was a part of. 'Go now Lak'tagor, go and find these Orcs, you do not belong in these lands, you belong with them. But you will not encounter many Orcs from your clan, the Blackrock clan, as they are part of the Dark Horde, which is the opposite to everything you stand for, because of this, You must find solace in a tribe which seeks to unite all orcs under one Banner, You must join the Red Blade tribe, for they will help you in joining the Horde.' Lak'tagor was baffled, and said to the elements 'Where is the Red Blade tribe?' but the Elements had already disappeared, even though they tolerated the Orc because of his beliefs, they must of not forgiven him for his atrosities against the Draenei.
And so, Lak'tagor packed his possesions, grabbed his axe, and pursued the Orc tribe; He felt the wind picking up as he walked along, which change direction while he moved, Lak'tagor closed his eyes, then realised, the Elements were guiding him to where he should go, Lak'tagor smirked, bowed his head softly, and carried on traveling.
Age: 16
Nationality: British
Experience with WoW: Played for 3 years, I have 3 lvl 80's, 2 on Defias Brotherhood, Done tonnes of raids and achieved quite a bit in the game, but there is always more to accomplish
How did you hear of us?: Forums and I've combated your members in Duskwood ^^
Do you know anyone in the guild already? By know you must imply I've talked to someone, no, but My Troll's guild and yours have crossed paths before.
IC information
Character Name: Tashun, Defender of the Light
Character Race: Human, Draenei or Dwarf? Human
Character Class: Paladin
Male/Female: Male
Birthplace: Duskwood
Age/DoB: 28
We would benefit from knowing your language capabilities, strengths and weaknesses etc. Please write a short story or piece of text that either summarises your character, or shows of your writing at its best!
Short Piece of writing [Optional]:
To show my writing, This was my last RP submission for an Orc warrior, hopefully it gives you an idea of what language I use:
Lak'tagor was a Shaman on Draenor, where he lived in peace and harmony, but was suspicious of the alien race, the Draenei, he was not as powerful as other Shamans, as he was still young and eager to commune with the Spirits of the world. However, at this time, the Draenei presence had drawn the Leigons attention to the World, in which the events of Ner'zhul striking a pact with Kil'Jaeden were unfolding; after hearing of the so called 'betrayal' of the Draenei's towards the Orcs, Lak'tagor swiftly drank the blood of Mannoroth as so many other Orc's had; during the Slaughtering of the Draenei race, Lak'tagor commited Atrosities against the race, as he was passionate in the glory of orcs. During this time, the elements began to stop communing with the Orcs. Several Decades passed and Lak'tagor could fully no longer use the powers of a Shaman, instead he took upon a Axe and armor, and began training in the arts of a Warrior. Over time, Medivh contacted Gul'dan and as a pact, he opened the Dark Portal, where many orcs including Lak'tagor ventured forth. When Lak'tagor entered into the world, he saw that the world was like theirs, but without the Bloodshed and Violence the Orcs had adapted to, and it reminded him of his Childhood, where he listened to the Elders at the campfire, playing with his father and starting to learn the studies of a Shaman; Lak'tagor was no longer a young Orc, those years of what could of been peace and beauty, had now been turned into a memory of Horror and Destruction, so many Draenei's had perished in the genocide, could he bring himself to causing the same pain and torment to other races as he had with the Draenei's? Who were the Orcs to decide the fate of races on a different world? He had to think it over. At camp, he and the other orcs were around the campfire, where they were talking about how they encountered a weak race, that they were pale by skin, thin bodies and were 'cowardly'; He also heard them talk about how they executed the inhabitants of the world too, it made him sick thinking about how he executed Draenei women and children. His hair was whintening, his skin was dark and his face grew older, but he still possesed the Strength and speed of his youth. As the orcs slept in the tents, Lak'tagor awoke, peering out of his tent, to only find two guards Patrolling. He grabbed his weapon and a bag of possesions, then waited for an opportunity to arise; at one point, one guard went on a patrol further away than the other guard, Lak'tagor gripped his axe tight, and aimed for perfect precision....
A sound of something dropping, followed quickly by something big collapsing and Lak'tagor had few minutes to run away from the camp, No more would he cause harm to other races without just cause, no longer would he be a pawn of the demons and warlocks, He would find somewhere on this world where he could call home....and here came the sounds of screaming orcs and howls of the wolves....he had to move quick.
Eighteen years passed, and Lak'tagor had been cut off from the world of such horror and wonder, but one night, in his sleep, his eyes were moving rapidly, he was experiencing something he hadn't experienced in such a long....long time. He was having a vision, guided by the Elements once again. The element of earth showed him what the earth had experienced, the element of water, showed him the battles taken place over the seas, the element of fire, showed him the destruction and carnage ensued by flames, and the element of air, showed him kingdoms and cities through the eyes of a bird. But this was not what the elements were communing with him for, they were communing him to look closer into the visions, to spot something he hadn't suspected. Orcs. Lots of them. All in the same place. And it was one particular Orc, an orc they called 'Thrall'; the elements were telling him that the orcs had formed under a new horde, which invited the Orcs into this Horde, which was different to the bloodthirsty and destructive one he was a part of. 'Go now Lak'tagor, go and find these Orcs, you do not belong in these lands, you belong with them. But you will not encounter many Orcs from your clan, the Blackrock clan, as they are part of the Dark Horde, which is the opposite to everything you stand for, because of this, You must find solace in a tribe which seeks to unite all orcs under one Banner, You must join the Red Blade tribe, for they will help you in joining the Horde.' Lak'tagor was baffled, and said to the elements 'Where is the Red Blade tribe?' but the Elements had already disappeared, even though they tolerated the Orc because of his beliefs, they must of not forgiven him for his atrosities against the Draenei.
And so, Lak'tagor packed his possesions, grabbed his axe, and pursued the Orc tribe; He felt the wind picking up as he walked along, which change direction while he moved, Lak'tagor closed his eyes, then realised, the Elements were guiding him to where he should go, Lak'tagor smirked, bowed his head softly, and carried on traveling.
