new NEW RP

they just keep on comin... once I think I'm out, they just keep pullin' me back in...

Ok folks, the first three did NOT work out well, so now comes the foolproof RP, which will be difficult because of all the fools. lol JK

Rules:
1. No omnipotent characters
2. No unrealism
3. Must be warcraft related at all times
4. Must obey other's personalities and profiles.
5. Must not stray from story too much
6. If your character dies, leaves the story, or you miss out on the RP for too long, you must create a new character and begin again.
7. All characters must be able to combat in some way, wether it be melee, casting, healing, or whatever.
8. If a race has been used before, you may not do it again.
9. New rules may be added if all agree on them.
10. Character control IS allowed, but only under these strict circumstances: 1. it is nothing major (like suicide or channeling a spell). 2. It obeys the personality as well as all other hcracter aspects. 3. It makes sense (eg. RIGHT: The tauren held up his staff to block the attack and the elf countered with a small magical blast, the tauren then jumped back from the fray. WRONG: The tauren was crumpled beneath the force of the blast and then he tried to use a spell, but was utterly defeated, he then retreated a few feet away) If this particular rule seems wrong to you, please post about it, I'm sorry, but a succesful RP requires its members the ability to control to an extenet, otherwise each person could block then attack and a battle would never end (which all saw happen in the last one...)
11. No using chars from previous rp's
12. No spamming
13. All posts must either contain a part of the story or be about the story

Ok, for each character, you must include the following:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:
Class and specialty: (This time, be VERY VERY specific about what your character does, we do not want to be in the dark about it.)
Personality:
Biography:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Starting location:
Misc:



I shall now begin!

Name: Ordin Thunderblast
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: A very stout dwarf who wields a mighty black obsidian gun which makes a mighty blast when fired, which is how he got his name. He wears goggles on his bald face and has a long white beard. He is clothed in chainmail armor with an insignia of a gun on every piece. He also weilds a warhammer.
Class and specialty: Rifleman (Hunter without a pet) He specializes in ranged atacks, he is able to use multiple different bullets, and his gun has a built-in axe, just in case.
Personality: Your average dwarf. A hearty, fun-loving guy who loves nothing more than conversing with freinds at a tavern.
Biography: Ordin was once one of Magni's best warriors and was used as a scout or as a leader of scouting parties, his father was the sole reason the battle of grim batol was won. He joined the Alliance to follow his father's footsteps.
Likes: Alchohal, women, and money.
Dislikes: Horde members and magic (not a lot but he isn't a big fan.)
Starting location: Winterspring.
Misc: Is the five-time winner of "The Drunkest Dwarf" game show.



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Ordin was walking along the snowy fields of Winterspring, scouting out any horde bases that might exist. He turned to the south and saw smoke. Where there is smoke, there is fire. Ordin walked around to the moutina overlooking it and he stepped to the overlook. He saw a small orcish camp where the orcs were constructing a catapult. They were plannign an attack. Ordin grabbed his weapon and loaded in a special shot. He locked, aimed, and fired.

The shot flew down to the camp and landed in the fire. Ordin covered his face as a huge explosion occured. He then raced downt he mountain as spears began to be thrown. He was very fast for a dwarf, but trolls are known for speed. He then locked in another shot and fired it above him. The trolls pursued him until they reached where he was when he fired, the shot had landed on them, and they were soon encased in ice.

Orcish grunts were following him. He turned around to a tree and loaded some more shots, he began to pick them off, one by one. When he could see no more around, he turned to report the base. He stared into the eyes of a tauren, He grabbed his gun and wielded it as an axe.

The atauren was strong, but Ordin was a skilled fighter. He sliced the totem in half and then kicked the tauren with his muscular legs. He jumped back as the tauern stumbled, putting enough room in between them for one shot.

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Ordin returned to base a few minutes later. He walked towards his captain and reported. The human then told him that he had a very important assignment.
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More, More, More!!!!

Tip, don't just call the RP a "New new Rp". Give it a name, like "The lost souls" or "The path of a merchant"
This way you will attract more attention, other then just "New new RP"
Sounds corny.
~Azhag~

Woot! Now I get to make a new char!

Only thing is, I'll make one later. lol.

Does this not include non-existant races that MUST be believable(or must fit the WC3 criteria)?

I don't mean races like Protoss, Zerg, etc.

Examples:

Fairy
Dragon
Lunarian
Solarian
Transfusian... lol
Elementals
Plants/Trees

Can't think of anymore...

Hey, I might make an newer RP, but I'll give it a better name, like what Azhag suggested.

Ok The races must exist in warcraft.

No solarians
No lunarians
No transfusions
Everything else is fine as long as the dragons are mere whelps (read rule #1)

Uhmm

Rule 2: No unrealism

Well. No orcs, elves etc.
NEARLY no WarCraft at all.

You sure you thought over that rule?

another rule being that you should never reply for someone in conversation, even if it's a simple hi, they might want to say, something a bit more provocative. i would also ask that all of us (includiong me) read everything detailed so you don't miss stuff out, and as Xiash pointed out be very specific with your specialty, if you're a mage, say if you control fire or water, if you're a shaman specify things like that, e.g. we don't want someone going around controlling all elements.

okay my char

Name: Tarn Thunderhoof
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Race: Tauren
Appearance: Black heavily built tauren, that wears ceremnonial skulls on his back and dangling from his waist. He wears a pair of old green pants, and no shirt, he has a backpack that contain's what he needs to deal with the dead. He is decorated, with feathers, and other such things. he has bluish hooves, horns and eyes. He carries a totem that serves a dual purpose of channelling energies and a deadly weapon.
Class and specialty: Tharturmargist, or in other words, a shaman like person that deals with the dead. He often uses skulls and other materials of the dead to channel his power, and has a few tricksup his sleeve, but all to do with spirits. in battle he summons deceased spirits to attack his enemies and augment his allies, though when back into a corner his totem can do some damage.
Personality: Rough, gruff, strong and silent, but very loyal ocne he makes allies he sticks to them, but he hardly ever forgives enemies until he has added thier skull to his collection.
Biography: After traning a bit to become a shaman, Tarn decided to aid the dead, and thus began a 20 long year old training, after which he became a mercenary, and fought in many battles around the world. He trained with the trolls of ogrimar a bit to learn how they use skulls in thier practice.
Likes: horde members and loyal allies who stand firm in the path of danger
Dislikes: alliance members (though he can grow to like them) and traitors
Starting location: in winterspring, aiding the frost wolf clan.
Misc: Saying bullshit in front of him is agood way to get beat up

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will do my story soon

bullshit WOULD be offensive to a tauren... speaking of which, if you HAD read carefully, you would see rule #11 is no using characters from previous rp's. you can still do a tauren, but not another thurmgaist.

well i like my char i don't want to change

Ill get my char, and its starting story tomorrow.
Im too tiered to focus right now, i just recently got home from a track meet, a long one...

EDIT: Fairies are not in warcraft. fairy dragons are thoough

darkhorde make a new char.

Name: Vish Greenbow
Age: 293
Gender: Male
Race: Son of cenarius. Keeper of the grove.
Appearance: Long green beard with leaves in it. Looks like a keeper of the grove. has a treant companion.
Class and specialty: Controlls nature. Gets his treant to do things. (just check druid skills and keeper of the grove skills)
Personality: Friendly to all races. Protects nature. Very very humble.
Biography: Vish a son of Cenarious travels the world protecting the wildlife.
Likes: Nature. Animals. Night elves.
Dislikes: Fire. Goblins.
Starting location: Darnassus,
Misc: Bleh

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Vish swiftly went through the main gates of the great night elf city. As he approached the two guards they stepped out of the way and approached a druid. The druid gave Vish a green leaf and Vish was off again. He went into a secluded place of the city and with the leaf grew a mighty tree. Among the tree grew pink circular fruit. He then picked up his horn which was around his arm and blew it. All the night elf children ran towards him picking the delicious fruit. "Happy Birthday Teldrassil!" he said this for it was the anaversity of when this island was made.

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Okay, you said that dragons were okay, as long as they were small, so here you go!

Name: (Since he is a dragon, he doesn't have a name... well then... give him one when you guys meet him.)

Age: 45(That's 3 years old in Dragon Years)

Gender: Male

Race: Bronze(Lightning/Thunder) Dragon(Specific right?)

Appearance: A small diverse yellow-brown colored skinned dragon. About 4"5' and has little hind legs. The wings are still unstable, and therefore, move unwillingly back and forth, and often extend or contract. It's tail only moves when the dragon will move. A large scar is noticably visible at the side of his head.

Class and specialty: Obviously, he's a "Gold" Dragon, so he can use a small ranged lightning breath. All Bronze Dragons are different from one another by a couple of things. First of all, if he flaps his wings too fast(uncontrollably), then he will create electricity from his wings. If he does a strong wing flap with the electricity, then it was drizzle around him. He'll learn his other abilities as he gets older.

Personality: He likes to follow other species around, observing them. how they live, how they act, and what they do. He doesn't give up easily, and will liking force himself to stay in a pacticular place. If a person tries to send him away, he simply comes back. He has a good sense of smell and can sense danger or if an enviromental disaster is about to strike his location, or anywhere around where he is.

Biography: He is parentless, because during the time of the revival of the Burning Legion, the dragons were corrupted also. His mother became corrupted and agressively attacked the nesting grounds, which were in the north western part of the Barrens. The little dragon was put to safety, as his father, a noble and strong dragon, fought and killed his own mate, but losing his life as well. He went into a massive trauma for 2 months. During that time, he got into an accident where he was struck by an arrow directly at the brain. He forgot about the incident, even forgetting where the old nesting grounds were. The elder dragons knew this, and kept the secret away from him. One day, the dragons were going to a new nesting grounds, and they stopped at Winterstone Peak. The dragon whelp was attacked by Gnolls. The elder ones heard his desperate cries and came to kill off the tormentors. They had believed that he was dead, and left him alone, alive at the camp. When he woke up, nothing was left. He slowly went down Winterstone Peak.

Likes: Good people, any other race, strong, noble fighters(he doesn't know why he does).

Dislikes: Mean people, evil, disasters, gnolls.

Starting location: Winterstone Peak(Near Winter Spring)

Misc: Since he has been alone for a long time, his instincts are quite strong as of survival. He knows how to catch his own food, even as such a youth.

Woot! Now, I'll start off at the end of his Biography:
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The little dragon didn't understand about what the meaning of life was, because he never experienced love, care, or even friendship. He kept asking himself this, and went on looking of what other creatures did for their "meaning of life".

He kept being sent away, but kept on coming back to them, until he found someone new to look at. He kept on wandering Winterstone Peak, and constantly moved down the mountain. He kept his distance from Gnolls, knowing what terror that could approach him again.

As he stepped from the final step of the mountain he once laid eyes from, he walked to a village. He never saw one, only that he remembers slight glimpses of green and pales skins fighting both boney and boneless creatures. He thought that he could find "the meaning of life" there, so he kept on going.

As soon as he stepped on the outer door, he felt tired, and fell to the silent, snowy bed. He closed his eyes and blacked out.

When some dwarfs came to the entrance, they freaked when they saw a Bronze, I mean a BRONZE dragon whelp doing at winterspring. A mixed breed they thought? Although, seeing different species of dragons mating was close to impossible. They saw a gnash on the left side of the dragons head. Curious, they decided to take it in and take care of it.
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There! Next.

I expect this to be BIG news in WinterSpring. Like, Half breed or pure blood?

nice, keep it up now!

allright fine i'll make a new char... same name though

Name: Tarn Thunderhoof
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Race: Tauren
Appearance: Black heavily built tauren, that wears ceremnonial skulls on his back and dangling from his waist. He wears a pair of old green pants, and no shirt, he has a backpack that contain's what he needs to deal with the dead. He is decorated, with feathers, and other such things. he has bluish hooves, horns and eyes. He carries a totem that serves a dual purpose of channelling energies and a deadly weapon.
Class and specialty: A sort of priest, as the tauren call him a soul messenger... He converses with nature and the eath mother in the emerald dream and harnesses thier powers in battle. His main strength is to augment allied units, be it by healing, reincarnation or stat increases, or a more powerful method. He is also skilled in a few summonings, though thier not his favourite thing to do, or the thing he is best at, it takessome time for him to start a summons. When backed into a corner his totem can do some damage.

Personality: Rough, gruff, strong and silent, but very loyal once he makes allies he sticks to them, but he hardly ever forgives enemies until he has added thier soul to his collection.
Biography: After traning a bit to become a shaman, Tarn decided to become a soul messenger, and thus began a 20 long year old training, after which he became a mercenary, and fought in many battles around the world. During which time he trained with the trolls of ogrimar a bit to learn how they use skulls in thier healing practices.
Likes: horde members and loyal allies who stand firm in the path of danger
Dislikes: alliance members (though he can grow to like them) and traitors
Starting location: in winterspring, aiding the frost wolf clan.
Misc: Saying bullshit in front of him is agood way to get beat up

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more news of dwarven ambushes, this time one of his own fellow tauren mercenaries, luckily he got there just in time to revive his soul, before it was taken to the beyond. Tarn had heard word of several suspicious activities around, dwarves planning something big. Some no-doubt over drunk orcs had sworn that they had saw a pet dragon! Tarn sighed more rumours, he was off to traverse the cold plains in search of more allies for the frost wolf clan

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does this RP have a story?

obsessed much? Perhaps I will make a new rule: No more tauren. lol.
Edit: why does EVERYBODY have to start out right where I am?

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Ordin could not belive it. He had been reduced to this. Once a proud member of king Magni's army, and today he stood a simple messenger. His only assignment now was to deliver the news of the invasion of the horde into Alliance territory to Captain Ironfist.

Captain Ironfist was currently in charge of creating a new dwarven capitol in Northrend. So far, he had few problems in stationing a city. But with the orcs so close to the shore, they may be in danger. Ordin stepped onto the wooden plank and turned to face his home for the last year and then walked onto the small ship of supplies...

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Ok then.

Name: Nalia Moonbow
Age: 345
Gender: Female
Race: Night Elf
Appearance: Light blue skin. Forest green hair. Emerald green eyes. She appears to be in her early twenties by human standards.
Her armor is sentinel style in color and make. She commonly keeps herself covered by her cloak which is the same color as her armor, it looks like it is made of metal scales, but moves like it is made of cloth.
Her primary weapon is a longbow. Her melee weapon is a moonglaive. its blades seem to be made of some white metal that is indestructable by Nalia's experience.
Class and specialty: Preistess of the Moon. Focuses on using her bow and magic, rarely uses her moonglaive.
Personality: kind hearted. Fights with honor. Follows her own morals (Chaotic good, you should know what that is if you have played D&D, if not then that means that she will do what she thinks is right, even if it goes against society's laws and rules.). Respects nature.
Biography: Her mother had taught her to be a preistess, she had been chosen by Elune at an early age. Aafter the war with the burning legion she acts as a representative to the humans for the nightelvs. This job she did not want, She just wanted to return to Drnassus.
Likes: Those who respect nature, and life. Testing her skills with her bow. People who fight with honor. Dragons, she does not know why she has an interest in them.
Dislikes: Those who kill for pleasure. Backstabbers. People who would destroy forests, and disrespect nature.
Starting location: Theradmore Isle (Did I spell this right?)
Misc.: She has a frostsaber companion at her side. The frost saber's name is Malisha.

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