Topic RP Profiles
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Kailynn hails from Stormwind. Her family an is old money noble family filled with soldiers dating back to before the first war. Her father served as a lieutenant general in Lord Lothar's army during the second war with distinction. Kailynn grew up privliged and spoiled by her father, wanting for nothing and having the best education possible. However, she by her early teens she was recognized for being gifted in magical arts so her father bribed a local official to take her to the Northshire Abbey to prevent her from being seized by the Kirin Tor for training as a mage. He hoped that he would be able to keep his daughter safe as well as keep his family together.
In her early days at the Abbey, Kailynn chaffed at the routines set down by the Mother Superior. Being used to having her own way in all matters she did not take well initially to the regimented routines of the abbey. It was not until one day a fed up Mother Superior sent her to the library to assist the Brothers in catalouging a new collection that she began to fall into line. The library was a fascination for her with so much knowlege with in the walls, she was eager to be there.
Soon she followed every order given eagerly just to be given time to be sent to the library. She learned of the Holy Light's raw power and how it can be harnessed to heal, or to harm those who would do harm. But the more she learned, the more she questioned. Her thirst for knowlege at times almost all consuming as she would often have to be summoned for meals as she would be buried in a book.
One fateful rainy day she came upon an old dusty tome that would change her life forever. The book was bound in an old leather, not like she had ever seen before. The book was locked, with a silver clasp held together with a lock in the shape of a skull with emerald eyes. The book almost whispering to her, she fumbled with the lock until it finally opened with a dull thud. Once opened, she heard a loud banshee type wail in her head. The sound so crushing it nearly tore her sanity from her, she collapsed in the center of the library in absolute agony.
Awakening several hours later with a female voice in her head saying "young one. I can teach you things that are beyond your imagination"
From that day forth she began a new line of studies.
Edited by Raelinia on 2/19/13 12:36 PM (PST)
Name: Raelinia the Crazy Cat Panda Lady (No really she is the crazy cat lady)
Birthplace: Jade Forest
Current Residence: On her farm in Halfhill Market
Hair Color: Black with touches of Green
Eye color: Green
Raelinia has always been around to see the comings and goings of around her family and how the world dramaticly changed into something that when Jade forest changed so did she. She found a thirst to tame a creature herself, being raised as a hunter she wanted to find Stalker and finally make that tiger hers. Stalker is now her best friend as well as her Spirit beast Locke. Raelinia is a very sweet, kind, caring panda lady who wants to just make people smile and laugh.
Appearance: She stands about 6'4". She wears armor she has recieved over the decades she has been alive. Mostly she grooms her long hair into pigtails to make sure she has the sun off her back because being in a big ol coat of fur it gets pretty hot. Sometimes she just strips off all the heavy mail and wears something lighter. Even though she looks plump and heavier than other races in Azeroth, a lot of the weight is muscle. Pandarens are built differently than other races. They love their food, but they do their best to train and get things done. They are a very hard working race.
90 Human Death Knight
Edited by Daemius on 2/21/13 6:57 PM (PST)
(You get three extremely short ones from me. .-.)
Name: Daemius Frostheim (in honor of the badass Dwarf Hunter. Lol. )
Birthplace: Azeroth. (City.)
Currently Lives In: Darkshire
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Grey, However they glow blue.
Age: 100 something.
Alignment: True Neutral
Appearance: Daemius is ancient for a human, and it shows. His face is wrinkled and scared, and his body shows the wear and tear of a long and combat filled life. Scars cover his body, and his skin is a deathly pale.
Name: Maxillius Vendice
Race: Worgen (Hails from Stormwind however. Was infected in Duskwood.)
Currently Lives In: Stormwind
Hair Color: Blond Human, black Worgen
Eye Color: Blue Human, purple worgen.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Appearance: Well, Max resembles a farmer's son really. He's extremely muscular, from years of hard work on the farm, he's tanner than most warlocks, and he's rather tall at 6'6. In his worgen form he has blueish fur, and a black mane, pretty standard looking in his Worgen form.
Name: Ymir Frostking
Birthplace: Northrend, some Vykrul Village.
Currently Lives In: Northrend
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Appearance: Ymir is a giant of a man. He stands at roughly 6,10 and weights over three hundred pounds. He has long red hair, tied in a Foxtail, and A large frame, not exactly what you would expect from a hunter. You can definitely tell that he has some Vykrul in him, due to his extremely large size, and the fact that his common has The accent associated with the Vykrul.
90 Troll Shaman
Edited by Rafgar on 4/17/13 4:25 AM (PDT)
Name: Rafgar Munjaabi
Race: Zandalar Troll
Birth place: Zandalari Isle
Current Residence: Echo Isles
Class: Witch Doctor
Rafgar has two long tusks and hair that is like punk style in red color. He stands taller than your average Troll. His skin is blue and green mixed together. He has dark color eyes. He also has two enchanted rings attached to his tusks one for each tusk. Two tiki trinkets are also attached to the rings one for each one. The tiki trinkets always shake as he runs or walks.
His armor and weapon; ((I don't have this gear yet but I will get it at some point))
Rafgar was born and raised in the Zandalari Isle. When Cataclysm hit, his home was devastated and sunk below the ocean. His parents and relatives were not as lucky as he was. Rafgar now lives his life as an orphan. The situation of being an orphan greatly affected Rafgar's psychology part of his life. He is struggling to get used to being an orphan. When Zandalar left the island, the group was separated in to two. One group went to Stranglethorn Vale and the other went to search for a new home. Rafgar joined to the group went to looking for a new home. Eventually they landed to the forgotten land called Pandaria. There he learns many secrets. When these secrets caught up to him it was time to rebel against them. He now roams the Pandaria alone recruiting all the Trolls he can find and tell them the plans of the Zandalar. In addition Gara'jal the Spiritbinder cursed Rafgar which is unknown to him when he revealed his true colors to his kin. Rafgar still struggling to earn the trust of the Darkspear but he earned their trust enough to let him stay on their island.
((Agriann and Rafgar are same players))
Edited by Karashote on 3/10/13 11:31 PM (PDT)
his palms spaghetti, knees weak
There’s vomit on his spaghetti already,
He’s spaghetti, but on the surface he
looks calm and ready to drop spaghetti
but he keeps on forgetting what he
Edited by Garnrokh on 3/12/13 3:34 AM (PDT)
Just recently made this toon. I have to level him to 90 for his Xmog still. I highly recommend RPing a troll. I don't know what's more fun about RPing; Garnrokh's personality and back story or just playing with the dialect. "This" becomes "dis" etc. but there are also ways of spicing that up through unique speech patterns and word choices. It's great fun.
Some info on his basic personality: He's mostly a chaotic neutral type. He tends to use his heavy accent to his advantage because it usually makes people think he's much less cunning than he actually is. He's quite intimidating, amoral etc. Recently, during an interrogation he cut off a Blood Elf's pinky finger (a non-player character) and ate it in front of him. He's mostly a no BS type until he's hit the hookah at which point he oddly becomes both giddy and intimidating. He enjoys playing off of people's prejudices and is quite the manipulator.
House: Venomroot Tribe
Eye Color: Glowing Blue
Race: Forest Troll
Age: (Yet to be determined)
-A large Forest Troll turned Death Knight. He smells foul; never bathing or bothering to clean his enemy's guts from his weapon or armor. He carries an axe with a skull centered in the middle.
-His accent is thick; thicker than that of a Zandalari or Darkspear due to his large tusks and indiginous upbringing. He is quite often difficult for others to understand, though his intent is usually contrary enough that the meaning is transferred to his listeners easily.
-He shows no signs of having compassion towards anything. His expression is stern and his eyes reveal nothing about his fundamental character. He quite simply lacks one; he was born a killer and his experience has turned him into a machine of war.
-He has little love for the Darkspear or Zandalari Trolls. The Venomroot Tribe was less evolved and still practiced cannabalism.
-Hailing from Feralas this particularly viscous Forest Troll was well recognized by his tribe for his savagery; he had killed six Night Elves by the age of fifteen. At sixteen he became second in command in his tribe and the equivalent to a military strategist. The locals feared the Forest Trolls and appealed to Tyrande Whisperwind for military assistance in erradicating them, but the ever-growing Trolls crushed the Elves. They soon became known for being superior combatants, their large stature and total lack of morality. These instincts made his tribe desireable to The Lich King, whose forces brought about the fall the once powerful Venomroot tribe.
-His natural inclinations toward brutality were doubled by his turn into a Death Knight, and his inhibitions decimated. He fights with care not for survival but for victory merely.
-Being the only survivor of the Venomroots he assumed the title "Jin", meaning leader.**
**Some friends who also RP trolls have turned out to be surviving members of The Venomroot Tribe. Now Garnrokh'Jin is on a quest of sorts to locate any who may have managed to live through the Scourge invasion.
EDIT: There will be more information in regards to the Venomroots. Myself and the two other surviving members are working on some great lore.
Edited by Jazo on 3/29/13 5:42 PM (PDT)
Jazo, Destroyer of the high C'Unt
Age: 13 Years of cats life.
Currently live in S'Rabia (a palce in the deserts of Tanaris)
Eyes color: White.
In west Feralas born and raised
With the Grizzly bears where I spent most of my days
Hunting, maxing relaxing all cool
Killing some deer outside of the school
When a couple of allies were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little duel and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with the trolls and goblins in the land of hot-air".
That sums up my childhood story in few lines.