OOC information
Character name: Anestha
Class: Frost mage
Why do you want to join the Cult?: I moved to Defias Brotherhood because I would like to try roleplaying. The Forsaken are my favorite race so the Cult is a logical choice.
How did you come to learn about the Cult: I saw your thread on the wow-forums. I also attended a sermon in Deathknell as well as a failed military operation to take over an Ally town in Northrend:)
Anything else you'd like us to know? I'm fairly new to RP and English is not my native language, so there will probably be some mistakes and awkward sentences..
IC application:
“Here it is Willy” a wicked grin appeared on Malcolm’s face as they stood in front of the old mansion’s gate. William nodded quickly, trying to hide his nerves. Malcolm put his hand against the rusty door handle and pushed the gate open.
As they walked across the path to the mansion’s entrance Malcolm pat William on his back. “We will be rich men. The boss will reward us properly” he whispered. “Y-Yeah...” William felt his heart beating in his throat. He was just sixteen and this was his first robbery. The mansion’s dark, gloomy appearance scared him to death.
Malcolm picked the door’s lock and opened the door. “Damn it’s dark in here, give me that lantern” he commanded William with an angry whisper. With trembling hands William searched his backpack and took out the lantern. Malcolm snatched the lantern from William's hands and lit it. “That old hag is probably sleeping” he whispered. “C-Can’t we j-j-just get that book and get-t-t out of here?” William asked with a soft voice. “No you idiot, the boss ordered us to get the book and kill the owner. I don’t want to make him angry”. William nodded quickly.
The two of them approached the stairs, not making a single sound. Malcolm pointed his finger up, indicating that the bedroom was upstairs. William nodded and followed Malcolm up the stairs. When they reached the top of the stairs Malcolm suddenly stopped, making the halt sign with his hand. He pointed at the light coming from beneath the door of one of the rooms. As they approached the room Malcolm pressed the lantern in William's hands and unsheathed his dagger. A wicked grin appeared on his face again.
He put his hand on the door handle and slowly opened the door inch by inch, inspecting the room with his rapid moving eyes. The room seemed to be a small library. He saw an undead woman sitting behind a desk, her back pointed towards him. “Perfect” he slowly nodded to himself as he silently approached the woman. This was easier then he thought. He now stood behind her and could see she was reading a book. He still had that wicked grin on his face as he pulled back his arm, ready to pierce her skinny neck with his dagger.
“This is it! Die bitch!” he yelled as he stabbed at her. Suddenly a barrier of ice appeared between Malcolm and the woman. The dagger’s blade was thrusted deep inside the barrier, only a few inches away from the woman’s neck. “What is this?!” Malcolm yelled as he desperately tried to pull the dagger out of the ice. An intense cold filled the room, layers of ice started to appear on the furniture and floor. “T-This is bad, we’ve gotta run Willy!” William stood in the doorway, trembling in fear. The temperature was dropping rapidly. William desperately tried to move his feet, but he felt he had lost all control in them. Malcolm turned around, ready to run away and never come back. He felt his legs moving in a slow-motion as he tried to make his way to the doorway. He looked at William and could see the fear in his widely opened eyes. “Turn around and run you fool!” he shouted. William couldn’t move. His legs were encased in ice, frozen to the ground. Malcolm realized he had stopped moving and looked at his feet. Ice had wrapped around his feet and was starting to cover his legs. In the next few seconds he lost all sensation in his limbs as the ice rapidly covered his torso and reached his neck. He saw that William was covered in ice from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head. Malcolm started to cry “This can’t be! Let me go, I beg you!” The undead woman stood up from the chair and walked to him. He could see a tiny smile appear on her face. It was the last thing he saw before he was frozen to death.
Anestha slowly returned to her desk and sat down on the chair. “Now where was I” she mumbled in herself as she moved her gaze across the page. It was a book that had caught her attention recently, a religious book about forgotten shadows or something...
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Thanks for reading, I hope to see you soon in-game:)
Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:18 pm
