Post by tyriath on Jul 8, 2010 23:16:43 GMT
Name: Thomas
Age: 24
Nationality: British
Experience with WoW:I've been playing WoW for around about 5 years now, and i can honestly say I havent ever got painfully bored of it. After a year of playing as one of those inexperienced, annoying characters running around Stormwind looking at guilds such as DoL, I decided that I wanted something more from the game. I took up roleplaying and thoroughly enjoyed it as soon as I attended the first event. Since then I have traveled the servers, and settled down in Defias, happily enjoying it's thriving RP. As a former member of guilds such as The chapter of holy Anethion, Blazing Shields and Kingdom of Arathor, I have had much experience adapting to different lore.
How did you hear of us?: It was'nt so much hearsay, but general onlooking. I always say the disciples getting down and involved in world events and SW RP. I quietly looked on and admired. Since many RP guilds have broken down, (such as KoA) I now seek to fulfill an aspiration of joining the Disciples ranks.
Do you know anyone in the guild already?:I can't say I have, except for whispering a recruitment officer to exlore the website. IC information:
Character Name: Lord Tyriath "Crowe" Aeden
Character Race: Human
Character Class: Warrior
Male/Female: Male
Birthplace: Darkshire
Age/DoB: 28 Years.
Short Piece of writing [Optional]:
"The Human standing before you has a contemporary smile upon his lips, as if he is silently amused by something. Strands of rugged brown hair hang unkempt over his intelligent eyes. A sense of authority yet diciplined training are present with this man, and the polished ring lying upon his right middle finger shows Stormwind nobility.
The acute ear may pick up from his brash yet carefully refined voice that he hails from Darkshire, an as words part from his lips a calming sense joins the atmosphere. A long scar running across from above his right eye to below the left side of his cheek portray he is a man of combat, contrast to the content, peaceful ambiace accompanying him.
Most of the tiem he walks the streets fully clad in his pristine armour, carrying a blade at his hip with the name "Dacarn" etched into it. A woven string with an attatched coin with the initials "K.A" hangs limply around his neck. If you were to see him without his armour, many scars, mostly old and rather unpleasent, perhaps from a former life before the discovery of the Light, cover his back.
Age: 24
Nationality: British
Experience with WoW:I've been playing WoW for around about 5 years now, and i can honestly say I havent ever got painfully bored of it. After a year of playing as one of those inexperienced, annoying characters running around Stormwind looking at guilds such as DoL, I decided that I wanted something more from the game. I took up roleplaying and thoroughly enjoyed it as soon as I attended the first event. Since then I have traveled the servers, and settled down in Defias, happily enjoying it's thriving RP. As a former member of guilds such as The chapter of holy Anethion, Blazing Shields and Kingdom of Arathor, I have had much experience adapting to different lore.
How did you hear of us?: It was'nt so much hearsay, but general onlooking. I always say the disciples getting down and involved in world events and SW RP. I quietly looked on and admired. Since many RP guilds have broken down, (such as KoA) I now seek to fulfill an aspiration of joining the Disciples ranks.
Do you know anyone in the guild already?:I can't say I have, except for whispering a recruitment officer to exlore the website. IC information:
Character Name: Lord Tyriath "Crowe" Aeden
Character Race: Human
Character Class: Warrior
Male/Female: Male
Birthplace: Darkshire
Age/DoB: 28 Years.
Short Piece of writing [Optional]:
"The Human standing before you has a contemporary smile upon his lips, as if he is silently amused by something. Strands of rugged brown hair hang unkempt over his intelligent eyes. A sense of authority yet diciplined training are present with this man, and the polished ring lying upon his right middle finger shows Stormwind nobility.
The acute ear may pick up from his brash yet carefully refined voice that he hails from Darkshire, an as words part from his lips a calming sense joins the atmosphere. A long scar running across from above his right eye to below the left side of his cheek portray he is a man of combat, contrast to the content, peaceful ambiace accompanying him.
Most of the tiem he walks the streets fully clad in his pristine armour, carrying a blade at his hip with the name "Dacarn" etched into it. A woven string with an attatched coin with the initials "K.A" hangs limply around his neck. If you were to see him without his armour, many scars, mostly old and rather unpleasent, perhaps from a former life before the discovery of the Light, cover his back.