Post by Nerteli on May 17, 2008 9:02:11 GMT
Hai.
Why do you want to join the Daughters of Hecate?
I find that all MMORPGs become far more immersing and fun whenever in a guild, particularly on an RP-PVP realm. I’ve been poking around your forums for a little while, and from what I can see it looks lovely, with people I think I could get along with easily and the other way around.
I’d daresay I’m handy with photoshop for profile pictures and such, but I see someone already has created many. : o
Explain in a few words what Roleplaying means?
Roleplaying to me is an interesting challenge of sorts, to put your mind into another person/avatar/character’s head and really have a chance of being that person. I might sound very strict and “stay IC or I slap joo” about it, but I don’t mind having a laugh whenever someone (or myself) makes a small mistake like asking about music or anything like that while IC. All in all I’m for all possible kinds of roleplaying, as long as it doesn’t spin completely out of control or becomes far too strict, I like to have at least some freedom when RPing, not just “do this OR ELSE!”, as I’m sure many others feel too. ^^
What class, gender and race will your character be?
Most likely a Demonologist, possibly a Tempest of Set, need a closer in game look first. Either way, I’ll play a female Stygian.
Write a short history of your characters life in the clan, if they were born there, or a short history of how your character came to join the clan if you were an outsider or one of their servants?
Nerteli had always been quiet from childhood on, preferring listening and observing the world around her and only taking action whenever needed. Her mother was a young, ordinary Stygian mortal left behind alone by a Conqueror from another land, promising to take her with him out of poverty. This was a lie, for as the morning sun illuminated their tiny home out on the fields the Conqueror was gone, taking their finest steed with him.
Months later Nerteli was born, showing no proof of magical abilities. Her mother decided to keep her, not letting her child die in the cold even though she could barely feed herself and the small child, the tiny farm providing little income.
At the age of thirteen, Nerteli learnt of her true father, becoming infuriated at her lost father. The fury crawled deep into her heart, whispering dark words no one else could hear. She slams open the door of her small home, tears running. Closing her eyes, she feels an unknown pressure inside her body, tingling her fingertips at first, taunting her. As if in a deep trance, she abruptly stands outside her own body, witnessing arcs of electricity sparking off her. The Nerteli standing before her consciousness opened her eyes, and as the flash of distant lightning hit the two ghostly figures standing by the door, Nerteli feels her body falling over, fainted from exhaustion.
She wakes to the powerful smell of burnt wood and ashes, in the wet grass down the hill from her home. She had rolled down while unconscious, and gently rises to her feet, head swimming. A discrete yet annoying, constant noise in her ear tells her something had caused a lot of sharp, loud sound nearby, possibly an annoyance that would follow her for life. Flashes of red and blue adorn her view as she closes her eyes, rubbing them. She then looks upwards, towards her home, thinking her mother must be worrying for her. As the steep hill flats out of the horizon, she sees nothing but a blackened ruin, ravaged by fire. The moist fog, mixed with a quiet rain of ashes, tickles her gently as she sobs by the steps to her home.
Her mother had told her of the clans of witches, how her mother’s grandmother had once been an adept of the magic arts. Nerteli stands, still weeping, deciding to seek out the witches of Stygia to honor her mother’s memory, perhaps with a small glimpse of hope to see her again.
--Sorry if something in that text looks, sounds or feels silly – I might have made it all a little “special”.--
Do you promise to uphold the roleplaying server rules issued by Funcom when they are finalized?
Of course I do, to the greatest extent possible.
Anything you wonder about or I made something look odd, just let me know
-N
:edit: I noticed a few grammarlike errors in the story, but leaving them for now.
Why do you want to join the Daughters of Hecate?
I find that all MMORPGs become far more immersing and fun whenever in a guild, particularly on an RP-PVP realm. I’ve been poking around your forums for a little while, and from what I can see it looks lovely, with people I think I could get along with easily and the other way around.
I’d daresay I’m handy with photoshop for profile pictures and such, but I see someone already has created many. : o
Explain in a few words what Roleplaying means?
Roleplaying to me is an interesting challenge of sorts, to put your mind into another person/avatar/character’s head and really have a chance of being that person. I might sound very strict and “stay IC or I slap joo” about it, but I don’t mind having a laugh whenever someone (or myself) makes a small mistake like asking about music or anything like that while IC. All in all I’m for all possible kinds of roleplaying, as long as it doesn’t spin completely out of control or becomes far too strict, I like to have at least some freedom when RPing, not just “do this OR ELSE!”, as I’m sure many others feel too. ^^
What class, gender and race will your character be?
Most likely a Demonologist, possibly a Tempest of Set, need a closer in game look first. Either way, I’ll play a female Stygian.
Write a short history of your characters life in the clan, if they were born there, or a short history of how your character came to join the clan if you were an outsider or one of their servants?
Nerteli had always been quiet from childhood on, preferring listening and observing the world around her and only taking action whenever needed. Her mother was a young, ordinary Stygian mortal left behind alone by a Conqueror from another land, promising to take her with him out of poverty. This was a lie, for as the morning sun illuminated their tiny home out on the fields the Conqueror was gone, taking their finest steed with him.
Months later Nerteli was born, showing no proof of magical abilities. Her mother decided to keep her, not letting her child die in the cold even though she could barely feed herself and the small child, the tiny farm providing little income.
At the age of thirteen, Nerteli learnt of her true father, becoming infuriated at her lost father. The fury crawled deep into her heart, whispering dark words no one else could hear. She slams open the door of her small home, tears running. Closing her eyes, she feels an unknown pressure inside her body, tingling her fingertips at first, taunting her. As if in a deep trance, she abruptly stands outside her own body, witnessing arcs of electricity sparking off her. The Nerteli standing before her consciousness opened her eyes, and as the flash of distant lightning hit the two ghostly figures standing by the door, Nerteli feels her body falling over, fainted from exhaustion.
She wakes to the powerful smell of burnt wood and ashes, in the wet grass down the hill from her home. She had rolled down while unconscious, and gently rises to her feet, head swimming. A discrete yet annoying, constant noise in her ear tells her something had caused a lot of sharp, loud sound nearby, possibly an annoyance that would follow her for life. Flashes of red and blue adorn her view as she closes her eyes, rubbing them. She then looks upwards, towards her home, thinking her mother must be worrying for her. As the steep hill flats out of the horizon, she sees nothing but a blackened ruin, ravaged by fire. The moist fog, mixed with a quiet rain of ashes, tickles her gently as she sobs by the steps to her home.
Her mother had told her of the clans of witches, how her mother’s grandmother had once been an adept of the magic arts. Nerteli stands, still weeping, deciding to seek out the witches of Stygia to honor her mother’s memory, perhaps with a small glimpse of hope to see her again.
--Sorry if something in that text looks, sounds or feels silly – I might have made it all a little “special”.--
Do you promise to uphold the roleplaying server rules issued by Funcom when they are finalized?
Of course I do, to the greatest extent possible.
Anything you wonder about or I made something look odd, just let me know
-N
:edit: I noticed a few grammarlike errors in the story, but leaving them for now.
