I know you’re not actively recruiting or anything, but doesn’t stop me from trying no?. Currently the undead here in question is in the middle of being transferred to Defias Brotherhood.
Character Name: Mesoni “Blightbringer” Evely.
Char Level: 60.
Char Class: Warrior. (Fury for levelling, planning to do PVP DPS at 70 as PVP is what I enjoy mostly in the game((After RP that is)). Though, tanking admittedly has been an idea since doing it on my alliance Paladin).
Real Life Age: 18. (Trust me, Heresy destroyed all innocence that remained in my mind.. Seriously).
Game Experience: On the Alliance side. I have done and cleared MC, BWL, AQ20, ZG, Up to C’thun in AQ40, Faerlina, Anub’Rhekan, Razavius in Naxx. All of Karazhan including Nightbane. Never done Gruul during our raids. Done and killed Magtheridon. Keep in mind though this is all done on my alliance main. Melfeena. And not of my warrior who I have not played in two years. I don’t take raiding so seriously, if I find it fun. I’ll do it, if not. Then meh, but if it’s to help the people in conditions. Then sure.
Armory link: http://armory.wow-europe.com/charact...rhood&n=Mesoni
(From the old server version, so his names “Nefthon” there. Same name as my 61 Nelf hunter here on DB). Yes gear is so crap it needs a massive overhaul….Yay for 2 years of not playing him <.<
Resistance…….Lol no…Not yet >.<.
Character story =
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Darkness had by now washed over Tirisfal Glades as the time got late as per usual. All seemed quiet in the glades apart from the natural cries of the dead, the slaughtering of beasts, alive and dead alike. The usual you’d expect. But one thing was different. To the North-West at Agamand Mills to the back to where the haunted crypt lingered, was chaos of sorts deep within….
Melfeena hurried through the dark hallways of the crypt brushing aside each weak spirit that stood in the way with ease. Nothing had changed of her appearance, except her battle-garments were worn as not tended to in weeks and her hair was messier and more of a crimson colour. She also seemed more exhausted as if she had been running for hours non-stop as if fleeing from something….Or someone. And sure enough shortly when Melfeena had gotten to a corner she turned back with her face full of horror as swords could be heard grinding against the stone coming from where she had been, giving off a loud echo that even for Melfeena, made the hair on her skin rise in fear. A voice was heard from the same direction. It was in Orcish, but certainly not the sound of an orc and also of a male.
“You’re trapped in here, so stop running!” was translated to Melfeena’s ears.
Melfeena cursed to herself on how much the voice was right but still pressed on for hope. She knew the entity following her had not only trapped herself in, but also itself. There was no way out.
After traversing for another five minutes while trying to fight off her fears of this entity and the weak ghosts she pushed aside as what was hunting her was now getting closer and closer to it’s prey. She had no choice. She thought to herself she knew she had to turn around and face this monster head-on against her fears. And alas, she stopped and spun around whilst pulling out a small purple shard from her blue demon-hide pouch, staring for the being to make an appearance.
From around the corner the figure appeared, and what was seen of him is that he was an undead. Most of his skin remained intact and he stood tall in thick plated armour that looked “clean” even for what the undead were seen to be with. He carried two swords in his hands which gave a faint glow but rather looked plain if not for the golden design of a dragon appearing on the hilts. A white cloak hanged from his back, it’s fabric shown to have withstood the test of time itself as it had no signs of decay. His face looked rather intact as well, with long black hair, no eyes in his eye-socket and his white ghastly skin. He stood aggressively in front of Melfeena, preparing.
With a quick few words from Melfeena’s lips to herself and the soul-shard in her hand emitting a low glow, it evaporated into thin-air and next to her, An enormously tall and broad demon appeared she considered her trusted-guardian, a demon of brute strength which wielded a big axe in one-hand. Unmistakably a Felguard. She drew her Azuresong sword shortly after.
“Hmm, hello there, ready to meet up with your sister, and your second brother, miserable witch?” came from the figure. Melfeena simply growled back before replying “Juliana is alive. But you will not be for long” and in a rush Shaathun, the Felguard charged upon the undead figure. As Shaathun got closer, the undead stepped aside swift enough for Shaathun’s charge to miss. Quickly the swordsman took his chance by stabbing the Felguard in the back with both his swords with scary agile speed that sent the demon crumbling to the ground defeated.
Melfeena gasped in shock. “Shaathun!” she screamed out, clenching her fist with rage as she looked upon the defeated Felguard returning back to the dark beyond. She gripped her Azuresong tighter and muttered some more words under her-breath, shortly a shadow bolt had been conjured quickly in success which shortly whistled through the air directly to the target, hitting it dead-on at the chest. The figure had stumbled back from the blast, but it did not take him long to stand straight up as if nothing had been inflicted.
Melfeena winced at the lack of effect her magic had and before she knew it, she felt cold steel pierce her left arm before she could react and look up at her attacker. She immediately shot out her right hand and let an instant bolt of shadow magic and green trails tailing the shadow hit the attacker, causing him to fly back.
“Damn it!” she managed to gasp out before falling down to her knee’s, her wound a grievous one. She was defeated. Somehow that blow had crippled her whole body and she was now sheep to the slaughter. The figure approached her slowly, looking un-harmed once again, a blade in one hand, while the other now showed nothing but emptiness. He reached for Melfeena’s head with his empty hand and without effort held his hand under Melfeena’s chin, Melfeena struggling to be able to do nothing but look up to him with fear.
“You know” He said. “If you didn’t give the nuisance to my brother, then I would have made it all easier on you. But no, slow and pain death for you tonight…Sister”. And with those words he raised his sword in the air ready to take a slash at Melfeena. And after what felt like an eternity, he had let his blade fly down…Close….Close….Closer to Melfeena and then to Melfeena, all went black.
(To be explained/Continued later. But this is the “Introduction” to Mesoni. I am in no way a writer and don’t expect this to be a work of art. So meh whatever. XD)
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Reasons to join: Admittedly the Libertines have always giving a good image to my eyes and continue to do. There’s something I admire about the guild, but cannot touch on it. And plus I like the people here. You know who you are :P. Though…Don’t hate me for the ones in this guild I’ve killed on Melfeena during world-PVP or so >.<. But seriously, I have never been one for solo playing. And would like to belong to a small community mainly, or guild. Which I believe you guys can offer meh. In return I can offer a decent person I guess. I kill gnomes and have cookies? <.<. And yes, I can kill OOC’tards in the name of RP. >.<. And game-wise. I can bring you a blood-lust addicted undead who wants to murd-…Hug his sister and “hug” gnomes and such……T.T.
Do you know any Libertines: Yeah I can say I safely know Heresy through our history. We have a nice history of being friends ^_-. And Snub, that Shrek look-alike….He’s a friend….I think…..When he’s not looking at me funny <.<. And Kazabubu here as well…..I think he’s with you lot anyways ><. And any other hordies I know of who are and I dont know <.<.
Melf.
EDIT: Updated armory link with DB's version.