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  1. Posted

    Jesus christ this is amazing. I've never gotten into worgen characters because I think they're usually always the same (patriots who hate undead and have tophats while in human form but erp in worgen form) -- but this is quite fascinating. Absolutely love the design of the biography and especially the picture. How is that possible? Editing? It's awesome anyhow. <3

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    Awesome. One of the most loyal roleplayers I know have always come back to this one piece of gem and it's definitively a god damned gem. Shame that you got a lot of bandwagon hate for no reason back in the day. Your roleplaying skills and your character creation is exactly what people need to see to get their own creativity spinning. Great, great job. <3

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    Never had any issues with the guild in the past or anything, it was just a classical bandwagon hate situation which kept happening on RPH. For me Deathwatch was always a try to bring some undead roleplay into the game, which to me is extremely valueable! So thanks for that effort and I'll be joining on my lightslayer. <3

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    A cool fascinating concept! Hope it goes well for you Landor. The only real thing I can talk about is how you have fixed and prepared your forum post. Some things (like the big front texts) do not quite belong with the rest of the text in terms of size or colour. But that's just being a nitpicking asshole about foruming, just saying doe! Good luck. <3

  21. Posted · Edited by Romeo

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    Name: Glaeweth Doomsong
     
    Moniker: Witch, tallemaja, feyling, gnomefriend
     
    Age: Old
     
    Gender: Female
     
    Race: Kaldorei
     
    Birthplace: Outskirts of Zin-Azshari (Elun'dris)
     
    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
     
    Affiliation: The Kaldorei, Ashenvale Council, Temple of the Moon
     
    Status: Alive
     
    Home: Ashenvale
     
    Voice: Your mom
     
    Soundtrack: A Great Mass

     

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    In the outskirts of the glorious porcelain towers lived many of those that did not partake in the addiction to the Well of Eternity. Instead, those elves that were not of high birth dedicated themselves to a far more spiritual path. Glaeweth Doomsong, a mere child at the time of the colossal growth of the elven empire, was one of them. As a kindred clanswoman birthed holy and raised in the environment of faith, the world-sized cities became tales and not reality. Instead, the bearcub youngling Glaeweth drove deeper into the sanctuaries of the forest and all the secrets and lost wisdoms that came with it. One such legend she delved into spoke of the mystical arts of her ancestors.

    The Doomsong family ascended like the rest of the first of the elves from a foul, dark troll race. Many secrets of this primal and unsophisticated culture would vanish with the ascendency, but the Doomsongs kept one - the trolls, long before they turned to elves religiously practised witchcraft. Glaeweth inherited this knowledge and thus continued this tradition as instructed by her father, who in his spider-webbed foundations and bedrock age refused to adapt to the civilized era that Azshara brought. Glaeweth lived up to this curious tradition, educated by her father over a bubbling and swirling cauldron a horde of kith-folk clamouring to verse her in their forest lore.

    The wild is the home of the witch that Glaeweth grew to become, to balance her own needs against it is her acquisition. As a witch, she shared a close bond with the land itself and can use the earth's immense strength to her own disposal. She negotiates with creatures beyond even elven ears and understands the ebb of the world. Glaeweth's powers hail from the circle of life and death and it took her past the destruction of the sundering. As a highly appreciated preacher of the old ways of her people, she naturally gathered new followers, friends and family that she rallied to the safety of Ashenvale, where her new and reformed clan -- The Feyling Clan, settled in the darkness and protection of the trees. To this day, the Feyling Clan resides here in their Iredew Glade, spearheaded by the cunning and terribly intelligent witch.

     

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    Godly in her posture and downtrodden only by her beastly communion to a leafy home, the night elf Glaeweth has outlived many times in her long journey. At first however, she wasn't always like this. Aeons ago, during the empire of the elves, the kaldorei lived in the shadow of a more luxurious people; their superiors, the highborne, had surrounded porcelain towers and protective gates around their diamond societies and all that inheritance meant, and no lowborne would ever walk those halls. Because of this, this kaldorei clanswoman took upon herself in secrecy a new superior – the realm of the forest.

    Many were hunters and others had always been attuned to the wild given their heritage, so it wasn't strange that some night elves given the split of the two castes abandoned the diamond city to explore their forgotten homes, the forest. Here she learned how to speak to animals or know ancient, spider-webbed ruins and how to find them. In the vast solitude from the noble caste, the kaldorei found in the depths techniques, albeit ritualistic and perhaps to some barbaric, that ultimately reached closer to their warrior goddess than those who would come to follow Azshara. These faithful were the noble savages; and in their fierce dominion over the earth, they were them themselves the force of nature alone. Their zeal was the sanctuaries of moss and oak and how to guard it. Their zeal was the absolute worship of nature, and while the highborne bent their ears down to the well of eternity to listen to it's secrets, the lowborne kaldorei listened to the whispers of green.

    With the superhumanoid senses and evolvement from troll to elf this noble savage realized Elune was not the only supernatural deity out there. Soon, trees began to move and speak in her presence, and miraculous beasts revealed to her a whole new world – a world of faith. It was then truly that she was separate from their superior highborne. It was then the lowborne became the child of the stars, and she abandoned the shunning, submissive titles of before. Now more than ever before were the two castes vastly different, enough for them to almost be entire races of their own. And so she paved way for her own journey now, in the gloomy and secretive places of the forest – leaving the highborne for their inevitable power-hungry doom.

    Some elves where amethyst, others were emerald in colour; the near-crystal perfect shapes of men and women who had been to the very bone sculptured by the evolution and magic. Taller than the tallest man in the cities of stone, elves were gigantic in size, and often – if not always – towered over other races where they strode. They had been high, these people. Riding some imaginary or not steed of the unmatched. Glaeweth wasn't any different. Her skin was like the shining stones in jungle waters, her hair a perfect bundle of coiling snakes in both length and colour, and were it not embraced by age, moss, spiders and even mushrooms, it could have been beautiful, but instead, frightening. Glaeweth suffered these traits, but to her it was never anything but a blessing from a life of dedication. Or well, a life of zealousy.

     

     
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  22. Posted

    She stank of alchemy and magic at all times. Her skin, once pure and glittering, had over the course of a thousand or more years reduced itself to a sickly, barely glowing green. Her eyes were sunken and milky, radiating at all times in a hue of green-white flame that one could see beneath the shadow of her brown hat. Her clothes were that of a vagabond – torn, shredded, stitched together several times here and there. Colours of brown, dark green and black wove together with a freaky hat the stereotypical appearance of a witch.  

     

    - Glaeweth

  25. Posted

    hello friends hope you all have a great time here and i hope im gonna rp mad with you guys later <3, main is currently a kaldorei witch called glaeweth doomsong. probably gonna only play her.

     

    nice to meet u

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