Application Form: BaddeWolfe

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Topic/Postby BaddeWolfe » 19 Nov 2015, 00:36

Application Form: BaddeWolfe

::: In-Character Application Letter :::

Application Letter:

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To those who care to listen:

In this new life of mine I realise I need friends, or at least a trustworthy person to sell my wares to that won’t screw me over. This is my story and in hearing it I hope you may recognise a kindred spirit, a useful ally or at least someone you would prefer not to have as an enemy. If you have questions when you are finished me and I will answer what I can.

I used to spend my summers by the Wall. I would sit with my back against the cool gray brick and imagine myself melting into it, swimming through its width and emerging on the other side, ready to explore the world that had been kept from me. Greymane had built his wall when I was just a small child, so in my mind it had always existed. My mother used to tell me stories of the people and creatures that would sometimes pass through our land before it had been built, but they were just fairytales to me. After her death they seemed foolish in comparison with the cold bleak world around me. The famine that killed her left my father sick and weak, and drink was his only comfort. He would spend hours ranting and raving about the brave and wise King Greymane, who had done so well to protect us with his great Wall, claiming the famine was the last vestiges of the poison brought from outsiders. But as I carried my frail drunken father to his bed I could see the truth. Like a piece of string tied too tightly and cutting off the circulation to a finger, the Wall was slowly killing Gilneas and rotting its people from the inside. This thing meant to protect us only brought us pain. So it was from the Wall that I learned that the only person I could trust to keep me safe was myself.

I was 18 when I finally got up the courage to leave my father, to strike out on my own. Before I left I visited the Wall one last time. Over the years I had grown to hate this symbol of arrogance and isolationism. Greymane’s hubris to think he could keep out the evils of the world with just a few lumps of stone infuriated me, and to think that he had the right to tell me where I could and could not go, well, not even my father could do that. It was as I rested my hand against the cool stone, indulging in my escapist fantasy one last time, that I noticed the graffiti scrawled high above my head. It scared and comforted me all at once. Its presence showed that someone else out there was willing to stand up to the tyranny that the Wall represented, dirtying its image with paint. The words themselves, Badde Wolfe, sent a shiver down my spine. Stories of wolves that walked as men and tore their victims limb from limb had been criss-crossing the countryside. Many dismissed them as tall tales, but I encountered one man whose eyes were so haunted that it was not easy to forget his harrowing tale of death and destruction at the hands of these monsters. I could not tell if the words left on the Wall were a warning or a prophecy, but whatever their meaning they seemed to speak to me directly.

And so when I reached the limits of the Gilnean capital city and thought it best to leave my old life behind, it was these words that came back to me. A comfort to me but a warning to others seemed to be the perfect protection in such a place, and so the Wall gave me my new name. I became Badde Wolfe, not a person but a thing to be feared and respected. The skills my childhood had taught me were extremely useful in my new home. How to fade into the background to avoid a beating from a drunken father, charm to sweet talk neighbours into giving food and firewood, and the swift movements and keen eyes required for hunting your own food when there was no other choice, these were all things a resident of the Merchant quarter slums would do well to know. I freely admit I was but an amateur until Loren spotted me and decided to take me under her wing. I knew her as the local fence to whom I brought items that I had “procured” during my daily routine, but we soon became friends of a sort, and it seemed only natural to combine our talents.

When the city was first invaded it was Loren I tried to find first. The monsters from whom I had taken my name had arrived, and I was furious. Greymane was riding around ordering people about and normally I would have used my knowledge of the city to get out of there as quickly as possible, but this was my territory. I was the only Badde Wolfe that belonged there not these savage interlopers. So I fought. I killed as many as I could, found Loren alive and well, and she helped me with tips on the best way to gut the animals. I thought I was doing well, but I knew the moment I was bitten that something was wrong. My anger kept me going, but when I woke up in the stocks with Lord Godfrey snarling at me and I snarled back, I truthfully wasn’t that surprised.

The fight against the Forsaken was for me nothing but an escape. I secretly relished my new form, the speed and savagery it afforded me. If I was territorial before, my transformation multiplied that ten-fold. That these undead abominations thought they could take what was mine was the only motivation I needed to continue killing.

But there was Loren, as human as ever, and the only real friend I’d ever known. Seeing her calmed me somehow, and I knew enough sense to listen to her and those she had decided to trust. I was glad I did, for otherwise I would never have met the Elves. These ethereal beings, stranger than anything I had ever seen showed me how to regain my human form, but even greater still they brought me to the coast and offered me a ship. The escape I longed for since I was a child now lay before me, and I jumped at the chance.

So here I stand, on the docks of a strange new land, an ocean away from the small corner of Azeroth that was both my home and my prison. Other ships come and go bearing people unlike any I have seen before to more places than I have even dreamed of. And as I walk among the structures of the great Elven city of Darnassus, my mind keeps marvelling at one fact. They have no walls here.

::: Character Details :::

Name: BaddeWolfe

Gender: Female

Race: Worgen

Class: Rogue

Level: 13

Is this your main or alt?: Main

Current main and secondary specialization: subtlety

Current primary and secondary professions: mining, herbalism

Realm of Origin: The Sha'tar

Amount of time you have been on this realm: Months

Did you start the character on this realm, or is it a transfer? If transfer, from where?: Started on Sha'tar

Current guild you are part of, and previous guilds you have been in (if any): none now - previous: Froststeel Company, Knights who say Ni, Blood and Glory

Background of previous guilds:

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Knights who say Ni and Blood and Glory my Horde and Alliance guilds back in Canada where I'm from, lvling guilds who did dungeons and weekly raids up to Lich. Tried the Froststeel Company RP on the Horde side here but found it too hard to RP and "evil" toon.

Since when have you been playing WoW?: The Burning Crusade

Do you know, or have been referred by, a current member of RnP?: nope

::: Player OOC Details :::

Real age bracket: 26-30

Your country of residence: England

Your level of English: Good

What kind of a player are you in terms of time spent online?: Somewhat regular

::: RP Details :::

Races / classes / factions your character hates or is "at war" with?: None, but despises the Forsaken

How knowledgeable of the Warcraft lore are you?: Moderate

Your favourite WoW area, and why?:

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Zangamarsh - the music, the atmosphere, the creatures, it's a beautiful place with a melancholy tone, it reminded me of the swamp of sadness when I first arrived.

Your fondest RP memory:

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Not really RP as I am somewhat a novice, but my old guild Blood and Glory lost one of our own to a car accident and had an in game funeral and had a funeral procession from Orgrimmar to Thunder Bluff. It was incredibly emotional and we honoured him as a real person but also as a Horde member and Tauren. See all those little avatars weeping on each others shoulders and knowing there were real people all over the continent doing the same was really important and special.

Why did you choose Rhyme and Punishment?:

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You guys seemed friendly and when I checked your forums fairly active, and that you required an application was actually a huge plus.

Why do you think that we should invite you as a guild member?:

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I am good fun, have lots of ideas and a really solid backstory for this toon that I'd like to explore and even if I suck at the RP stuff you'll probably like the Canadian accent, or at least get a good laugh from it :)

Are you willing to attend guild meetings?: Yes

Are you willing to attend guild RP events?: Yes

Any thoughts or questions you wish to ask the guild?:

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Hmmm.... how do you feel about Maple Syrup on bacon?

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Topic/Postby Shevron » 19 Nov 2015, 10:15

Now now.

This is possibly the most comprehensive application we ever had!

Yes, we are always active on forum, but we have to warn you, like we do with any new application these days.

We're going though the pre-expansion blues period, as happens every time. Most people burned out on WoD, and with Legion around the proverbial corner, there is very little in-game activity at the moment.

We still have regular RP events weekly with a healthy attendance, but there isn't much happening in between.

If after the above, you're still interested, contact any of the officers in-game, and we'll set you up for an interview.

Also, what is it with you Canadians and maple syrup?!
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Topic/Postby Serendipity » 20 Nov 2015, 14:34

Maple syprup and bacon is pretty tasty!

And someone who understands the concept of why we do applications?! I actually fell off my chair :Q
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Topic/Postby BaddeWolfe » 21 Nov 2015, 20:13

Maple syrup is the nectar of the gods! And goes with everything/is really good at covering up poor quality breakfast food from a university canteen. And application forms are essential in a world where you can't judge people body language or see whether they are wearing a fedora and a my little pony shirt. I will be away til next week as I've had to make an emergency trip to London for a friend in need. Didn't want you to think I'd disappear right after applying.
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Topic/Postby Lilandris » 21 Nov 2015, 21:53

That's alright, we'll be here when you get back. :)
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Topic/Postby Shevron » 22 Nov 2015, 10:26

Would I still be able to make fun of Americans?
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Topic/Postby Serendipity » 22 Nov 2015, 15:57

BaddeWolfe wrote:Application forms are essential in a world where you can't judge people body language or see whether they are wearing a fedora and a my little pony shirt.


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Topic/Postby Serendipity » 28 Nov 2015, 00:15

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