Post by reya on May 21, 2008 16:41:47 GMT
Why do you want to join the Daughters of Hecate?
Two of the greatest guys I met in a MMORPG joined you, and I'm looking for some pure/RP experience while I play AoC
Explain in a few words what Role playing means?
Expressing your thoughts and ideas trough a character that can end up being a self image of yourself or something completely different. There are no limits to our mind or our imagination when you role play.
What class, gender and race will your character be?
Female Aquilonian PoM
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?
Her mother slept with many men before, but never had she thought she would actually conceive a child. Poor from the start, she wasn’t forced to roam the streets trading sex for coins, she choose that path herself because she liked it.
Since her thirteen birthday she had been a sleeper. A sleeper that would sleep with just anyone who could toss a coin, and after twelve years she began to realize she had been blessed by the Gods, as she couldn’t bring a child to this world, no matter how many men she would sleep with.
Until she realized the Gods tricked her.
When she turned twenty five, she realized it had happened. She would bring a child to this world and her own mischievous , fun and lusty life would come to an end.
After cycles passed, that child was born, she named her Raya, since she thought this child would be a ray of hope, a beacon , to a better life…but that was all she could think and speak, an hour after labor, she died. Raya was picked up by a man passing by, a man without a name , a stranger in town that waited until the show was over to move in. Shoving aside the aid that helped the dead sleeper, he took her, and for the next fifteen years, he looked after her.
Raya woke up for another day, only to realize it wasn’t just another day, it was her birthday. The day her mother died giving birth to her and her father carried on the task of raising her.
She looked out trough the window, watching the rain fall and humming. She was happy, today she would meet another costumer and he normally paid well for her services, so she would at least have some coins to spend on this day.
Just like her mother, Raya enjoyed the pleasures of flesh. Her father didn’t mind her own business and he would ask no share of the profits, he gave her shelter and food, she tended his boat, his wounds and keep the place somewhere between decent and filthy. She loved him differently from how she loved other men. He was different, special. He never laid a hand on her as far as she could remember nor would he talk about her own mother. She didn’t mind, she always believed on her own power. And by the Gods…did she had power.
Ever since her eleventh birthday, did Raya realize she had a gift, a gift her father only said it was passed by her mother to her, a gift of charm and deception. She worshiped the darkness and she found that by doing so, she could control however she wanted, because of that, she was known as the Succubus Child, and she loved that title.
As she ran through the streets filled with rats and creatures she often thought as cute, she reached her client house. A noble house, a merchant whose wife and children died from a plague years passed. Apparently, Raya looked just like his wife, so he would pay well for her services four times a week cycle. Sometimes she didn’t even had to sleep with him. She would just lie next to him and let him hold her in his arms as his hallowed crying eyes stared at the fireplace. She thought he was a pitiful man to cry over someone long dead. She despised him to an extent, but felt some empathy for him as well.
That night she woke up startled, the merchant was gone and there was blood all over. Her clothes were gone and she could smell fire, as she ran to the back door of the house something hit her in the back.
She opened her eyes, it was daylight now, she felt like floating as she was tied up above the ground without any clothes but a blindfold and the sun burned her skin , behind her someone lashed a whip at her over and over while shouting “REPENT DEMON”. Every lash she wished she could just fall asleep forever.
The last thing she remembers was seeing her father, rushing towards her and shouting unpronounceable words while people screamed all over. He untied her but she couldn’t see nor feel anything, as he whispered to her, her mind shut down and she thought she was dead.
Only a blur now, that life that passed, the sins she now hated.
She remembers a ship and being treated as the sleeper she had been and the slave they wanted her to be. She remembers a shipwreck and the screams of many. She came to her senses on a beach during a sunny day with her strength renewed and a stranger to greet her, a stranger with power in her eyes, and she had seen those eyes in her dreams. In that moment, she realized what her father’s whisper meant. And she knew what had to be done from now on..
So she walked forward towards a new life among those she would call sisters an brothers, with her father’s words lingering in her ears….
“You shall no longer stay in the shadows of your past as it is time for you to have your own moonlight of dreams.”
Do you promise to uphold the roleplaying server rules issued by Funcom when they are finalized?
Well of course
Others :
Well I hope the background fit's what you're looking for I only realised it had to be connected to the "Clan" when I started posting, so I added a few tweaks to the final version . Open to suggestions ofc
Two of the greatest guys I met in a MMORPG joined you, and I'm looking for some pure/RP experience while I play AoC
Explain in a few words what Role playing means?
Expressing your thoughts and ideas trough a character that can end up being a self image of yourself or something completely different. There are no limits to our mind or our imagination when you role play.
What class, gender and race will your character be?
Female Aquilonian PoM
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?
Her mother slept with many men before, but never had she thought she would actually conceive a child. Poor from the start, she wasn’t forced to roam the streets trading sex for coins, she choose that path herself because she liked it.
Since her thirteen birthday she had been a sleeper. A sleeper that would sleep with just anyone who could toss a coin, and after twelve years she began to realize she had been blessed by the Gods, as she couldn’t bring a child to this world, no matter how many men she would sleep with.
Until she realized the Gods tricked her.
When she turned twenty five, she realized it had happened. She would bring a child to this world and her own mischievous , fun and lusty life would come to an end.
After cycles passed, that child was born, she named her Raya, since she thought this child would be a ray of hope, a beacon , to a better life…but that was all she could think and speak, an hour after labor, she died. Raya was picked up by a man passing by, a man without a name , a stranger in town that waited until the show was over to move in. Shoving aside the aid that helped the dead sleeper, he took her, and for the next fifteen years, he looked after her.
Raya woke up for another day, only to realize it wasn’t just another day, it was her birthday. The day her mother died giving birth to her and her father carried on the task of raising her.
She looked out trough the window, watching the rain fall and humming. She was happy, today she would meet another costumer and he normally paid well for her services, so she would at least have some coins to spend on this day.
Just like her mother, Raya enjoyed the pleasures of flesh. Her father didn’t mind her own business and he would ask no share of the profits, he gave her shelter and food, she tended his boat, his wounds and keep the place somewhere between decent and filthy. She loved him differently from how she loved other men. He was different, special. He never laid a hand on her as far as she could remember nor would he talk about her own mother. She didn’t mind, she always believed on her own power. And by the Gods…did she had power.
Ever since her eleventh birthday, did Raya realize she had a gift, a gift her father only said it was passed by her mother to her, a gift of charm and deception. She worshiped the darkness and she found that by doing so, she could control however she wanted, because of that, she was known as the Succubus Child, and she loved that title.
As she ran through the streets filled with rats and creatures she often thought as cute, she reached her client house. A noble house, a merchant whose wife and children died from a plague years passed. Apparently, Raya looked just like his wife, so he would pay well for her services four times a week cycle. Sometimes she didn’t even had to sleep with him. She would just lie next to him and let him hold her in his arms as his hallowed crying eyes stared at the fireplace. She thought he was a pitiful man to cry over someone long dead. She despised him to an extent, but felt some empathy for him as well.
That night she woke up startled, the merchant was gone and there was blood all over. Her clothes were gone and she could smell fire, as she ran to the back door of the house something hit her in the back.
She opened her eyes, it was daylight now, she felt like floating as she was tied up above the ground without any clothes but a blindfold and the sun burned her skin , behind her someone lashed a whip at her over and over while shouting “REPENT DEMON”. Every lash she wished she could just fall asleep forever.
The last thing she remembers was seeing her father, rushing towards her and shouting unpronounceable words while people screamed all over. He untied her but she couldn’t see nor feel anything, as he whispered to her, her mind shut down and she thought she was dead.
Only a blur now, that life that passed, the sins she now hated.
She remembers a ship and being treated as the sleeper she had been and the slave they wanted her to be. She remembers a shipwreck and the screams of many. She came to her senses on a beach during a sunny day with her strength renewed and a stranger to greet her, a stranger with power in her eyes, and she had seen those eyes in her dreams. In that moment, she realized what her father’s whisper meant. And she knew what had to be done from now on..
So she walked forward towards a new life among those she would call sisters an brothers, with her father’s words lingering in her ears….
“You shall no longer stay in the shadows of your past as it is time for you to have your own moonlight of dreams.”
Do you promise to uphold the roleplaying server rules issued by Funcom when they are finalized?
Well of course
Others :
Well I hope the background fit's what you're looking for I only realised it had to be connected to the "Clan" when I started posting, so I added a few tweaks to the final version . Open to suggestions ofc