CONTEST #4 -- Pardon me, but have we met?


For this contest, we're going to depart from the format of the previous ones, and go for something a little different. Blackwater Raiders is an rp server. That's role-playing! If you roleplay, you know who your character is, what he/she is like, possibly some background, and consistently play your character according to his or her imaginary personality. When you speak in game, you speak with your character's voice. If you've never role-played, this is an opportunity to begin.

In either case, we'd like to know who you are!

For this contest, choose your main or favorite character, and let us know what he or she is all about. Write a paragraph revealing the backgroud of this character. We aren't talking about the name of your character's great grandfather on his mother's side, just what makes your character tick -- what makes him who he is.

The rules are simple:

1) Write a short paragraph (in character) highlighting the background of your WoW character.

2) Post the paragraph in THIS THREAD on uoforums.com.

3) The deadline for posting your paragraph is Sunday, Sept.30, 8pm PDT.

4) Your character must be a member of Guardians of Elune.

There will be PRIZES, the exact nature of which will be revealed in good time.

And, also, remember that this isn't 7th grade English class. We will NOT be checking spelling and punctuation. So have a go, have fun with this! And share with everyone who you are in game.

My earliest memories are of light filtering through the golden leaves of the forest where I was raised, daughter of the Elven general, Lord Rohanna, who lost his life in battle many years ago. My lady mother faded soon after his loss. But previous to their passing, they had raised me, their only child, to adulthood, training me in the ways of the high magic of nature. The natural kinship to animals, for which my race is famous, came to me easily. And it was the pursuit of diplomacy and peace in which I passed my young adult years.

I traveled to many realms, elven and other, learning their ways and customs before settling for a time in the Vale of Heartwood to study the art of scrying with the Elven elders there. Then came the time when the land was broken by war--a time of personal loss of which I do not speak. Had it not been for the care of a'maelamin Maddux, I would surely have lost my reason. My loyalty and love for him cannot be subborned.

I live in this world with hope for the peace of my childhood, although I know now, than I was merely sheltered from the wars of those times, for war was the calling of my father. But I hold dear his values of protection and care of the Elven people--their well-being forever in my heart (as well as shopping!)

The night has overcome daylight, with but a few spurts of star light peaking through the canopy of the trees. There is silence within the blackened darkness, seeming almost to be to quite. *TWONG* The sharp whistle of an arrow cuts the air and plunges into the skull of a ravaging furblog. There are roars of now angry beast echoing in the night, but what is the cause of this, where did the arrow originate.

A Night-elf jumps down from one of the trees yelling "FRENRIS KILL!", and out of some brush springs a snow white wolf growling and ready for battle. Furblog surround the elf and wolf as they engage in an epic battle. Weapons clash and the battle begins, the ground quickly becoming washed with blood and filled with lifeless bodies. In the end, the Night-elf stands victorious!

He takes a knee and plunges his sword into the ground below "I have avenged you my sister, I was to young, too weak to protect you when we were children and the Furblog attacked us on our way home from gathering berries. After our parents died battling the undead, I swore I would protect you...but I failed....I shall never fail again!"

The elf withdraws his sword from the ground and stands, he holds his swords aloft his head and shouts "I AM TOVLADIAN, SON OF GRAVIAN AND FRAYLANNA SOLTYR, BROTHER OF SHAYLA, AND I SHALL NOT FAIL ANYMORE!!!!! THIS IS ONE VICTORY OF MANY TO COME!!!!"

Frenris howls right along side.

Born into the High Order of Elven Archers, the life in battle was destined for me. It just so happens I took a different route. My father, Maedhrin, !!!!!!! son of Maedhros (long story short, Maedhros was very "adventurous" when he was travelling with his father and brothers thoughout Valinor), was hell bent on me following in his footsteps. He instilled a strong sense of discipline and order in me, as well as sending me off to train for The Alliance.

He attempted to train me with the bow since before I can remember, but in the end, no matter what I did, the shaft of the arrow would always slap the inside of my wrist when it took flight. He kept saying something about knocking to the side or something, I don't know, I didn't pay much attention to him. He had a special leather bracers created so I could keep training even while wounded, the others would point and laugh and refer to the wrist guard as "the sock".

Instead I took up the dagger, it felt more comfortable in my grip. Every time my father caught me practicing with a blade he would force me to train with the bow until my wrist looked like raw meat. The others I had been training with would tease relentlessly and say things like "going to use your sock to dry your tears?" or "put a sock in it" when I'd scream in pain. That gave me the idea to start hiding my blade in "the sock".

Just before it came time for me to take up a spot in the lower archer ranks I finally got a hold of the concept and no longer needed "the sock", but I would always wear it; in fact, I had another made for my knocking hand to match. After all, it let me carry another blade.

Unbeknownst to anyone, I put myself on the list for the front line. The "grunt" work, as my father put it. When it came time for Archery Roll Call, I was no where to be found. I haven't seen my father, or those others I trained with since. They can fight from the rear and hide behind their bows, but after each battle is finished, and they get the list of battlefield kills, they'll know who it is when at the top of the list the see "Warsock".

I am Nienna Snuggs Anwamanë, daughter of Altáriël Súrion and Elessar Anwamanë, sister to Watashi Anwamanë of the Ashenvale Forest. My village was invaded by the Burning Legion years ago. My parents hid Wasashi and me in the bottom of a well. We sat terrified in dark in the dank well water for what seemed like an eternity. We could smell the burning wood and flesh and could hear our townspeople scream for their lives! It was unbearable, we wanted to scream! We wanted to save our family, but we knew if we made a sound we would meet the same fate. When all fell silent we climbed out of the well. Our entire village had been destroyed our friends and family were gone; we were all that was left. I swore that I would have vengeance on the vermin that is the Burning Legion!

As the eldest I was left to care for Watashi. We were destitute, scared, a shell of our former selves, until I met my best friend Xylaria Polymorpha. Xylaria is Draenei from Exodar who is gentle & kind. Xylaria taught me the Blacksmithing Skill and how to wield a sword. Together we traveled all over the world helping people in need, killing ogres and other hideous monsters for some silver and trying to keep Watashi on the straight and narrow, which seems impossible.

While making armor for the warriors in Darnassus one day we met the great Caesar Maximus Maddux. He told us about the Guardians of Elune, a guild of fierce warriors, rogues, hunters and the like that help protect Darnassus. The three of us joined and hope that we can bring the burning legion to justice!

I was born ta tha noble an stout Svafrlani an Similde in thakingdom o Dun Morogh. I am Sieglinde an I come from a large family that canna trace their ancestors back ta tha great an noble rulers o Ironforge. As a wee barin, me family settled in Kharnos where me Da could learn tha family trade o metal smithing an mining. He later opened a fine weapons shop in Ironforge, wit me Uncle Dvalin, father ta me cousins Woglinde an Grimgerde (what a pair they are!!). It was though me Da that I learnt tha family trade, but I wasna content ta stay in Kharnos fer tha rest o me life. I then decided ta become a great hunter an travel through out tha land serching fer grand adventures. I trained wit tha finest o hunter trainers in Ironforge ta learn tha ways o trackin an ta handle a fine gun (fer I already knew how ta handle an axe). I found me good an trusty pet, Ursa an set out ta see tha world. Durin me travels I have seen many a strange beastie an met strange an interestin people (those Draenei are pretty weird lookin). At tha end o the day I canna be found in a good tavern tellin tales wit me fellow dwarves an drinikin fine Dwarven ale an eatin red meat offa tha bone. Someday I'll make it back home ta me folks back in Kharnos, but fer now I'm happy ta roam about seekin out new adventures.

Fortuna here, (hides tatoos--nothing I can do about the nose ring). I'll not linger over my mis-spent adolescence. Needless to say, we all do things we regret. My years spent as a table dancer in Goldshire need not be discussed here. After a bad experience with a gnome (he just wouldn't keep his hands to himself, and you know just about how high they could reach), I swore off further performing. I've found my calling in the magic discipline.

If you don't want a frosty reception, keep your hands to yourself too.

xxoooxx Fortuna

Born of elven descent, daughter of Lord Tarlin and Lady Auri Mistnan, Brieanna is an elven girl with a sad story.

One delightful day Lord Tarlin went hunting for the family's food, unbeknownst to him, a group of taurens had planned a day of hunting as well....elf hunting.

This begins our young girls story.....

The sun was shining, though clouds threatened to darken this autumn day. Brieanna and her mother, Auri, were sitting beside the fire having cleaned up after the morning meal. Lord Tarlin bounded through the door from a brisk morning walk and, yawning with outstretched arms, said that he had decided this day would be good to go hunting. Soft spoken as she was, Auri bid Tarlin a good day and packed some food for his journey. As of late, his hunting trips were taking longer than normal as he had to go further away each time, though there was always plenty of food to share. Brieanna jumped up and hugged her father, asked him to bring her back something shiny, he always did. Ne'er a thought went through their minds that something would go awry. They were a happy family with so much to give to their little village. Upon his mount, Tarlin waved at his two girls and was off. Brieanna sits in the shade of
a nearby tree and startes to draw in the sand. Petting Simbah on the head as he lay beside her, Simbah purrs and lifts one eyebrow to look at Brieanna. Just then the village elders, Miri and Roswen, walk by , see Brieanna and wave. Simbah lifts his head at the scent of others and looks around sheepisly, laying his head back down and sleeping. The day progressed as usual, berry picking and wood gathering and learning the days lessons with mother until evening. Brieanna lays her head on her mothers lap as Auri tells her stories of her elven past. Sleep is near and Brieanna is overly tired from the days events.

Abruptly, Brieanna is awakened by people talking very excitedly. She gets up to find out what the commotion is all about thinking maybe her father has come back from his hunting trip. Sleepily walking into the next room she can see her mother holding an exquisitely crafted pouch, tears streaming down her face. Auri didn't notice Brieanna come into the room and looked up at Miri and Roswen, who had brought the news. Miri, who had seen Brieanna, said in a very soft voice, "Auri, shall we tell Brieanna of this days events?" With horror and great sadness, Brieanna listens intently to what elders are telling her. Meanwhile, Auri is gathering items to bring as she has decided to seek out her husbands assailants. As soon as Miri and Roswen depart, so does Auri. Leaving Brieanna to care for the home and wait for her return.

Thus starts,Brieanna's adventure, she cannot stay behind and not know what has become of her mother. Turning to Simbah, she gives him a big hug, pets him on the head, reaches to the table for the leather pouch her mother left behind and starts for the pathway out of the village.

A sad and frightened girl on her way to becoming a true adventurer, here is Brieanna.

I am Valerice, I come from the town of Dolannar. I was trained in the ways of archery and tracking by my father. My skining and leatherworking I learned from the folk of Dolannar.

While out hunting I found my loyal and faithful friend, Crookshanks, a white spotted leapard. Who comes to my aide when I need him.

One day when I was out hunting in Teldarisil, I was setting up for a kill, sending Crookshanks in first. And then all of sudden another hunter takes my prey. To this day, I hate it when someone takes my prey when I've started to kill it.

Valerice

Welcome to UOF Val/Alanna!

These are some really wonderful bios. I enjoyed reading each and every one of them! How could anybody choose from among such entries?...Therefore, you are all declared winners! Each of you should look for 25gp in your mailboxes.

Thanks for entering, and I hope this is just the beginning of our all sharing our imagination and creativity with each other. Bring on the stories!