Yes! A Roleplay about Azeroth, i'll just use my character
Appearence: Will post
Equipment: Mail armor, a two - handed axe, and mail hood.
Personality: Pretty lonely, loves to battle, Ready for a fight, acts sometimes verychildish. And likes to loot.
History: Born in Teldrassil, Taloma was very small and loves to ride on the boars of her home, eventually stabbing them with a stick. As she got older, she became a master with battle axes and became a warrior. Still a teenager, she left Teldrassil, on the road to Darnassus, where her adventure had only just begun.
(OOC: A first post, also.)
Taloma rode on her frostsaber out of Darkshire. Spiderwebs clung to her axe, like small threads of a woven axe. She loaded her bow, scoping out the closest worgen in her range, and let go. The worgen was a Dark Weaver, or a Warlock. It cast a shadowy bolt, which hit her shield. She thrust toward iut, axe in hand, and it cut. The worgen howled, firing up for another bolt, Taloma hit more, and with a final blow, the wolf lay on the ground. Motionless.