Post by xandir on Jun 25, 2008 23:23:08 GMT
Why do you want to join the Daughters of Hecate?
I've been looking for a guild for some time now, I have read about many guilds and for some reason yours appealed to me the most... possibly be cause your guilds backround reminds me of my favorite fantasy race - the drow.
Explain in a few words what Roleplaying means?
Pretending to be somebody else. It's that simple in my opinion. No matter where or when. How convincing and true the roleplay is depends on the effort one is putting into it. RPing in a MMO game means you have to become a completely different person. I should mention that I am new to Roleplaying.
What class, gender and race will your character be?
Male stygian assassin (level 31 at the time I'm posting this).
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?
Little is known about Xandirs past or why he became a hunter. His prey is perhaps the most dangerous beast in all of Hyboria - man.
Most of his life he spent in Khemi where there is always work for assassins. Xandir learned that the most powerful weapon is not a sword, bow or spell but the human mind which has no bounds. In the eyes of the assassin god Set is just a mythical figure used by the corrupted priests to rule the masses making the priests his favored targets. Unfortunately assassins and the like tend to have a short lives be cause their proffession does not allow any mistakes.
Xandir had also made a grave mistake. It happened when he was hired to steal a valuable spellbook from a rich merchant. The assassin has stolen valuables from merchants a dozen times before and it seemed a piece of cake. It had to be done at night when the darkness favors its children. Under the guidance of the moonlight Xandir creeped towards his destination. Surprisingly there were no guards in the mansion ,only a single slave girl who agreed to reveal the location of the book in exchange for freedom. Xandir agreed to free her without having the time to wonder where could a slave actually go. Finally having avoided all the possible traps and picklocked the door he reached a large room which was empty expect for the pedestal with a book on it in the middle. He picked up the book muttering "Too easy..." when he suddenly felt someones presence. Turning around he spotted the slave he recently freed. In a harsh tone one would never expect from a young woman she said: "I will only say this once, give the book to me, it must not fall into the wrong hands." Xandir stood on one place for a moment, quickly studying the woman. She was no less than beautiful although still dressed in old slave rags. She had no weapons and looked rather frail. Although fairly confused, the thief considered her to be no threat. Or so it would seem. As he walked past her something invisible grabbed his throat pulling him down with unnatural strength. In a few seconds his throat was released but Xandir found himself paralyzed and unable to move or speak. In utter disappointment and disbelief he watched the woman slowly approach and take the book right out of his hands. Before vanishing into thin air she whispered him: "Never cross daughters of Hecate again."
After that night Xandir took the ship to Tarantia with the first tide to avoid encounters with his former "brothers" from Khemi. The Brotherhood does not tolerate failure. Recently however the former assassin dared to come back to his homeland to seek out these so called daughters and offer his unique services to such powerful employers.
(A bit random but the best I could come up with. To write a good story one must have alot of practice or raw talent, I have none though I hope its sufficient.)
Do you promise to uphold the roleplaying server rules issued by Funcom when they are finalized?
Yes.
I've been looking for a guild for some time now, I have read about many guilds and for some reason yours appealed to me the most... possibly be cause your guilds backround reminds me of my favorite fantasy race - the drow.
Explain in a few words what Roleplaying means?
Pretending to be somebody else. It's that simple in my opinion. No matter where or when. How convincing and true the roleplay is depends on the effort one is putting into it. RPing in a MMO game means you have to become a completely different person. I should mention that I am new to Roleplaying.
What class, gender and race will your character be?
Male stygian assassin (level 31 at the time I'm posting this).
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?
Little is known about Xandirs past or why he became a hunter. His prey is perhaps the most dangerous beast in all of Hyboria - man.
Most of his life he spent in Khemi where there is always work for assassins. Xandir learned that the most powerful weapon is not a sword, bow or spell but the human mind which has no bounds. In the eyes of the assassin god Set is just a mythical figure used by the corrupted priests to rule the masses making the priests his favored targets. Unfortunately assassins and the like tend to have a short lives be cause their proffession does not allow any mistakes.
Xandir had also made a grave mistake. It happened when he was hired to steal a valuable spellbook from a rich merchant. The assassin has stolen valuables from merchants a dozen times before and it seemed a piece of cake. It had to be done at night when the darkness favors its children. Under the guidance of the moonlight Xandir creeped towards his destination. Surprisingly there were no guards in the mansion ,only a single slave girl who agreed to reveal the location of the book in exchange for freedom. Xandir agreed to free her without having the time to wonder where could a slave actually go. Finally having avoided all the possible traps and picklocked the door he reached a large room which was empty expect for the pedestal with a book on it in the middle. He picked up the book muttering "Too easy..." when he suddenly felt someones presence. Turning around he spotted the slave he recently freed. In a harsh tone one would never expect from a young woman she said: "I will only say this once, give the book to me, it must not fall into the wrong hands." Xandir stood on one place for a moment, quickly studying the woman. She was no less than beautiful although still dressed in old slave rags. She had no weapons and looked rather frail. Although fairly confused, the thief considered her to be no threat. Or so it would seem. As he walked past her something invisible grabbed his throat pulling him down with unnatural strength. In a few seconds his throat was released but Xandir found himself paralyzed and unable to move or speak. In utter disappointment and disbelief he watched the woman slowly approach and take the book right out of his hands. Before vanishing into thin air she whispered him: "Never cross daughters of Hecate again."
After that night Xandir took the ship to Tarantia with the first tide to avoid encounters with his former "brothers" from Khemi. The Brotherhood does not tolerate failure. Recently however the former assassin dared to come back to his homeland to seek out these so called daughters and offer his unique services to such powerful employers.
(A bit random but the best I could come up with. To write a good story one must have alot of practice or raw talent, I have none though I hope its sufficient.)
Do you promise to uphold the roleplaying server rules issued by Funcom when they are finalized?
Yes.
