Cassowarysaur

Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

Whenever you feel ready. You won't be able to RP until I get a Bio and a Goal, though. Just an update: The RP will begin in one of the Inns in Booty Bay; this way both Horde and Alliance characters can meet for the first time. WE ARE STILL OPEN, AND PLEASE, APPLY. I'D LIKE YOU TO. PLEASE.

Terra Incognita ( Fantasy Colonial RP )

The Elf took a look at this, disgusting, man. Who did he think he was, asking his name? What right did he have to ask him his name? He only came here for one thing; to teach a lesson. A lesson is what he would teach. Ignaescious rose from the table, took off his hood, and replied, "I'm Ignaescious," he spoke clearly and kindly. The tall figure, draped in a green cloak, put forward his arm, offering a handshake.

Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

If we, you know, get anyone to apply. We're still waiting your full app, Shadolord.

Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

That can work just as well. :)

Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

You can use the same cliches used in every RP. Dead parents, dead cat, dead ambitions, dead friends, etc.

Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

Ah, right. Take your time, we can wait!

Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

Aw, why is that? We're not dead! I promise . . .

Terra Incognita ( Fantasy Colonial RP )

"I've had my fair share for today," grunted the Elf. He still kept his hood on, hiding his facial features. "A very nice offer, albeit." He felt he should say something, but that would go against everything he stood for. The mass of flesh in front of him was a slobbering, drunk mess. His bladder and metabolism could only sustain so much; he knew this, yet the man kept drinking. Disgusting. "I do have an even better offer," Ignaescious chuckled, appearing friendly. "I run a butchers' only a few moments away. You should come by." He tried to act as courteous and generous as he could, to hide his sinister intention. This babbling wreck would learn what would happen to drunkards in this beautiful, peaceful haven.

Terra Incognita ( Fantasy Colonial RP )

The noise was hard to ignore. Uproar, shouting in a tongue he couldn't understand. He despised Dwarves and their drinking habits. While they had come here seeking new riches, they had still kept to their old ways of being loud and disturbing. When would they learn? The Elf thundered in the mead hall, quite suspicious to see where the audacious sound had come from. A dwarf, of course, acting like a drunkard once again. He sat down not too far from the group and donned his hood, hiding his face. If things got out of hand, he would make sure that there would be no more misfortune for other residents of this quite town. Such a beautiful place, such a beautiful landscape, and they still insist on drinking indoors? Such unruly children. They will soon see the truth.

Terra Incognita ( Fantasy Colonial RP )

Ignaescious takes a long breath after downing the third jug of mead he had today. Wiping his mouth with his handkerchief, he got up off the wooden bench and disposed of his coins on the side to be collected. Leaving the mead hall, he took a step outside and welcomed the fresh air. The weather here was . . . different. Different than home. The air around him was born of a different breed. It felt fresh. He strolled casually around the local area, taking in the beautiful view and viewing the moist air touch his skin. I should do this more often, he thought. The company of other men, Elves or Dwarves did not interest him. It was the sea that was truly calling him. Getting a good sea view, the Elf stood there for a good while, taking in the view. In the distance he could hear the odd sounds of cattle and sheep, but they were quaint and added to the atmosphere. This continent was entirely new, not tied down by the evils of the land before. He was home, now. Digging into his pocket he plucked a beautiful, red apple. It was all that was great in the world; natural, tame and with no absolutes. He bit into it. The sinking feeling of deliciousness ran through him like a preacher and his choir, singing songs of God and his grace. God. The thought made him almost gag. No, God was an insane thought, like he owned something to this omnipotent being. This apple, this sea view, the humid air, the rays of beautiful sunshine kissing his hair, was where true happiness could be found. This was home.