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(Put profile please) Name: Danaomiree Class: Priest Race: Human Age: 100 (or so) Appearance: Long, thin, black hair with many holy charms weaved on the tips. A long dark purple gown with an alliance emblem sewn on each shoulder in red thread and one large emblem embroided (sp?) with holy white-gold silken thread. Story: As a child, Danaomiree had been taught by Uther and befriended Arthas. Danaomiree was later ...
... shocked to find that her parents had been slain by bandits. Uther, being the man he was, adopted Danaomiree as one of his own. They lived happy lives until Arthas turned on them. Arthas killed Uther while Danaomiree was out getting herbs. Once Danaomiree had discovered who caused Uther's fate, she was torn. Immediatley, she took on Arthas's army, only to be slain by her dear friend Arthas. She had been dead for 80 years, until an unknown force ressurected her to her exact 20 year old human form. ...
Now Danaomiree needs only two things to rest in peace; slay her once beloved Arthas and to die only at her idol's side in his tomb. (1st time RPing, am I any good? Also, sorry the story isn't set. PM me with suggestions/comments-Thanks!)
Wretched darkness had fallen over the whole world. There is news that Arthas had been resurrected by the Lich king. No one knows of his whereabouts, but he has come back. The plague is starting once more. Not only the alliance fear him, but his former allies, the Forsaken, and the rest of the horde cower at his name. In Kalimdor, a tournament has been announced. Only the strongest and the courageous may enter.
If you were welcome, you were sent an invitation:
"Dear fighter,
You have been invited to fight in the first Hellgate Tournament. We have only selected the strongest, most brilliant, and the best to enter. You are to either come, and fight for an amazing prize; or proove yourself as a coward. Man and woman, alliance and horde, everyone will be fighting for the same prize. This tournament is to be in groups of five.
You are not to have any more than five, no less. If you are to come, be prepared to fight for your life. The tournament is to be held in Kalimdor.
No exact location will be told until you speak to the mask. The mask will then ask for this invitation, and teleport you to your destination.
Avoid the orb.
-Anonymous"
hey im up for any roleplayin if any1 wants too includin you. so ill just through down my profile Name: Raihimura Class: Mage Race: Troll Apperance: Bright red robes with fire practically emmiting from them. Wears a cowl always hiding is eyes. Carries around a giant stave and wears an awkward blue tabard. "Rai" is the son of Vol'Jin and is the best fire mage you've seen. His past is a mystery considering he never met his mother. (if he had one) Vol Jin adopted him, and Thrall taught him there was some good in everyone. even alliance.
when Rai recived the invitation he summoned his fire elemental and sat in Dustwallow outside theramore reading it over and over. He knew that he needed the advice of the greatest magician alive. Jaina Proudmoore. He began his decent.
((Sry for big char but, lol))
Name : Krystin
Race : Undead
Gender : Female
Age : 19
Hair : Dark Green
Eyes : None
Build : Tall
Armor : Wears Leather Armor that can give her in some way, a boost of endurance, somehow.
Arms : two small, rare, and light daggers, one of which being Meteor Shard.
Affliation : Horde
Origin and Personal History : A loner since she became forsaken, but very helpful to her allied races. She is proficient in small daggers to tear apart her opponets by ambushing them and garroting them, leading to a quick death. When she was a Human, she was 17, two years have passed since she got killed, when her family got killed during the plauge. She swore vengance against Arthas and his forsaken, and has trained and killed every day since she was murdered.
General Personality : Always quite angry, but peaceful to fellow undead, and bloodelves, her leader's old race. She isn't talkative, and if you try to talk to her and are not Undead, OR blood elf, she will most likely kill you quickly.. ((Use this on Every RPing Forum for WoW))
As soon as Krystin received the invitation, she went to kalimdor all of the way from Silverpine Forest. She ripped through enemies on the whole way trying to
find the tournament's location.
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Name: Otos Severin
Age: 35
Class: Paladin
Appearance: The tallest of the Severin brothers, Otos has the same jet black hair and jade eyes as his brothers. A kindly face peers out from under his helmet, he has a wide smile that no one seems to be able to resist. When not under his helmet, his hair is tied back with a single golden ring
Equipment: Being a Paladin, Otos wears full plate mail, white, trimmed with gold, a long, flowing blue cape that reaches nearly all the way to the ground. Slung on his back, under the cape is the massive, runed warhammer, the Guardians' Fist, it glows with an unnatural light, and seems to move of its own accord.
Affiliation: Alliance
History: Otos is the middle Severin brother, both of his brothers are Mages of some renown, he chose to follow the calling of the church at a young age. Otos quickly climbed the ranks and earned his title as a Holy Paladin at the age of 25. Since then, he has served in every major conflict the Church has sent him to, won many battles in the name of the Light, fought the Orcs, the Blood Elves, Undead and Forsaken. For reasons he does not like to disclose, he refuses to fight with the Tauren, even if they attack him.
Otos sat on his bed, clothed in a simple homespun robe, polishing his already spotless armour. A knock sounded on the heavy wooden door
"Enter" he said in a smooth baritone, another thing that set him apart from his brothers, who had developed the rough burr of the Dwarves.
A pageboy entered timidly, obviously afraid of the hunched figure. Otos flashed his winning smile at the boy, and he seemed to lighten.
"A m-m-message for your grace" the boy stammered
"thank you son, may the Light bless you and your family" the boy simply turned and sprinted off, Otos chuckled.
Opening the unexpected message, he read the contents thoroughly, before burning the paper. A tournament, he mused silently, and they want me to enter....Otos is not one to turn down a good fight! Otos called for a pageboy, and the same nervous boy as before arrived
"Saddle my horse, son, and inform the Holy Father that we are going to Kalimdor"
"W-we sir?"
"Yes, lad, now off with ye!"
Otos stared out the window at the magnificent cathedral
This is going to be fun, he thought
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