Application of Merdoon J felspinner (aka the never NON half asleep writen one)

player information

How much time have i spent on the face of azeroth?:
Aproximately a year or so.

How confident am in the enlgish language?:
I wous say that i can speak it fluedly. Its not my native language though. And im only human so i may spell some words wrong some times, But when im Roleplaying in a chat or on an event i usualy manage to keep my words right.

What is my past experience with Roleplaying?:

Ive been ins everal good ( but short lived) roleplaying guilds, The most notable being the apothecarium though when they moved their base of operation to northrend i saldy had to quit. Ive since then searched for a good Rp guild but they are almost none left. My massive crativity and improvissional skills may be of use in this area too. I have also writen a few short stories and poems, Here is one as an example

Squish,Squish,Squish a sound on the street.
The sounds is made by mud on my feet.
I went to a town in the midle of night.
I went by that hour to be out of sight.
I carry bag full of broken dreams.
From the town you can hear frighten screams.
Children bleeding in bed.
Found dead with a nail in their heads.
A cloud of smoke rise to the sky.
While houses are burning and people inside fry.
Tears of the sufering floods the floor.
No one there while breath anymoore.
I am war, i am plague.
So many lifes ive taken, so many coud be had.
There is no wonder im glad...

Whats my past experience with World of Warcraft:
As i mentioned earlier ive played world of warcraft for aproximately a year so my experience with the PvP is pretty elaborate. But my Pvp skills are almost non existent. The reason why is that i enjoy questing, finding rare interesting items and quests, learn more lore, finding interesting mobs and areas, and pretty much just reaching those fun skills in my tree and skillbook.

What strong Ooc skills can i bring:
Well i have a strong (and wicked/dark) sense of humor, im werry peacefull and diplomatic, im cultivated and inteligent, i like the wow lore so i know my fair amount of it, im kinda odd and goofy, im a cartoonist (with bad self asteem though), I know my fair amount of occult facts ( witch may help my role of playing a highly self educated Warlock and Ex-Necromancer.) And im also a quite likeable guy.....Unless you become a thorn in my side....Then i will probably try to stab you in the spleen.

How often woud i be able to play:
Here is a time schedule. Note that i may not play the entire time. This only shows when im able to play

Monday to Thursday. 16:00-22:30 (obs this one is not releveant because of spring break)

Fridays. 16:00-01:00

Saturday. ??:??-01:00

Sunday. ??:??-22:30


It shoud also be noted that i play depending on interest and that may cause HUGE caps between game sessions (i will note the guild if i decide to quit playing for a while) But now if i get accepted into this guild i may stay on more to chat and RolePlay. Also, chating helps with boring quests so it might improve my entire game experience as well.

If i were in the guild what woud my prioritys be:
First woud be large events, then the smaller ones, then raiding, then dungeons, then goofing around, then questing.


Why do i wish to join the guild?:

I seek a good Roleplaying guild with interesting goals and members. This applications tells alot about youre guild: It tells me that youre picky about youre members and dont want any 1337 speaking twat joining, it tellse me that youre highly structured, it tells me that you really care to know about the character that i or any other member tries to play on Azeroth. Im also very interested in forsaken guilds becasue of the mayro dark and wicked nature of it all.

Character info

Name:
Merdoon J Felspinner ( The J stands for jeddite but he is to embaraced to say it, so he just sais J .He never had a last name but he got the "fellspinner" one from the warlocks of stormind)

Gender:
Male, But is not interested in neither females nor males.

Titles: The story twister, The fell spinner, The book child/man.

Age: Well he joined the scourge (and therefore died, but thats just a mino setback) when he was 19 but it was before the scourge started to pull of their deabolical scheme so the date is still unknown, And then he was sealed in a casket before the scourge ended. So i dont really know his age (and i think thats the way he wants it.)

Ex-race:
Human, and i DESPICE elfes (i might get along with them though)

Level:
Currently 43/44.

Ig class and spec:
Warlock-Demonology

Ic class:
Ex-necromancer, currently a warlock specialised in experimenting with fel energy.

Hair colour:
Bald, been since the hair eating demon he summoned when he was 14.

Eye coulour:
He has none, they were eaten by grave worms when he was sealed in the coffin.

Height: It got impressingly decreased when he was sealed inside a small coffin, so he tries to manipulate his height trough fellmagic now (So i dont know his current height)

Forsaken faction:
The royal apothecary, because of his interest in resarch, experimental magic and alchemy.

Feelings toward the horde:
He considers the horde to be a crude and savage tool to achieve his and the frosakens goals. He likes the trolls though because of their darm myctisim and cruelty ( he is also amused by their hillarius accents.)

Wrathgate incident:
It was a mayor milestone in forsaken research, There was a few casualties but those things happen. He consider that Putress was a visionary (May he rest in peace, but not for long.) But it might destroy most plans for future forsaken opperations because of the exta security that the orcs has placed in the undercity. But we can always move to another secret location.

Family:
His mother died while giving birth. And his father died in the war. (Or so he was told.)







The story of Merdoon J "Fellspinner"

A long time ago, in place shuned by man. A woman lied on a bed. Bent over her lifeless body was a man held a young child that desperatly tries to inhale his first breaths of air. His name is Merdoon Jeddite and his tale is one of horror. It was but a suny day at "The carring hands orphanage" when he arrived. One of the matrons that worked at the orphanage sat in her favorite chair outside just listening to the birds, but then she heard a childs cry and the stomping of hoves. It was one of the preist that worked in the nearby chappel, she knew him well. But when she wave at him she got no response and he did not stop his horse, she had to jump from her chair to not get ran over. The horse ran roughly two more feet before the preist fell of the horse. -Oh dear god are you alright!? She shouted while she ran over to help him. She then noticed that he was covered in trowing up blood, Adn he held an oddly shaped pagade reapped in pages from the holy book. ( I ment to say bible but i do not know what the human prests call their "holy book".) The preist desperatly tried to say something to the matron but he had already chocked on his own blood. After realising that he was dead the matron turned her attention to the packade and wonderd what it contained. Then she heard the screaming and then she knew. She carefully unraveld the pages to reveal that the package contained a young boy.
She was shocked when he saw the child, He wast strapped in strings and small holy amulets and symbols. His body was covered with holy prays and texts and his eyes where covered with two golden coins, He also had the name "Merdoon Jeddite" Writen on his forehead with thick red inc. The child cried deeply with a voice that woud shredd even the most vile of mens heart. She quickly untied him and carried him inside. At first he seemed like a normal boy, He did not play with the other children as much and did not like to play outside at the day. And every time they woud go to the chappel the boy woud scream and cry as loud as he coud. The matron tried everything she knew but she coud never silenece him. In the end she had to leave him at the orphanage so he coud not disturb the other visitors at the chappel. She soon found out that the boy liked to read books alot. And she thought that it must be lonely to be lfet alone while others when to the chappels so she came up with an idea. One day when the other matrons and children went to the chappel, she took the boy to stormwind. There she showed the boy the mages library, She left the boy with a old freind of hers that worked there and then went of to the library. And so it continued, Each week when they went to the chappel the boy went to the library, each time they picked him up he woud always carry a huge pile of books with him. The other kids bullied him for just reading his books and not going to the chappel. They called him the book child and said that he was demonic for not getin let in to the churh. The other matrons felt sorry for him so they made him a room in the attic where he coud read his books in peace.
But one day something happend, something that woud change the lifes of hundreds. Merdoon had read all the books in the library. There was nothing left, exept for the magic parton of the library. Ever since he was a little boy the librarians always told him to stay away from that part of the library.
-Arcane magic is a dicting boy! And youre not trained to handle it.
"Trained" he thought. They just did not care to train him, He saw the other mage apprentices do magic. And numerous times he asked to become one of them, but each time they turned him down. Ill show them, he thought. And that day whe went home with more books then he usualy took home. That night his mind was opend to the world of the arcane. But he found it all a bit tame, why use a fire ball when it will burn youre flesh?, why use conjure water when there must be an easier way to regain youre powers?, why use frost magic when it will chill you?
But then he found something, something that caught his interest. Shadow and fell magic, It was diferent from the other forms. It had so much power! He wanted that power. The next day he burried deeper into the library, trying to find a book about the "dark arts" but he found none. He knew if he woud ask the librarians about it they woud hit him and teach him a lesson about snooping. But he knew who he shoud ask.Miss Malicia, He caught her once when she read a book about something called necromancy and he prommised her to never tell any of the other mages. I guess she owes me a favor, he thought. When she first heard the request she almost shouted by suprise and then quickly moved him aside.
-I knew this day woud come. She said.
-Why is that? He replyed.
-ugh, nevermind. Here is the book you seek.
She pulled up a book from under her mantle.
-Thank you MAlicia, i always knew i coud trust you.
-Dont mention it, i mean it! Do not speak of this with any other mages. But if you ever need a lesson in this sort of magic you can come to me.
-But you said that i coud never learn the arcane magics.
-There is a diferece between shadow and arcane magic Merdoon. And you will learn that, from this book.
After reading the book his life never became the same. Sucking the life and very soul from the bodies of his enemies, Raising the undead, enslaving demons to be his minions, making masses panic and run in fear, and even becoming and lich or a powerfull demonic entity himself. Shortly after that he went to Malicia to start his training. The matrons of the orphanage started to notice changes from that day. The children stoped to sleep because of nightmares. There was no birds in the trees outside, no bugs in the grass and no other animals at all. There was only the strange sounds and glowing eyes that coud be seen outside the window at night. It did not take long until the children started to blame the "book child" for these happenings. The matrons started to consider it too, they begun to watch him closely. But he always went to the atic right away and locked the trap door. and it just got worse and worse. Dead animals started to turn up on the property, children started to dissapear, Matrons started to fet sick and hear voices. It was then they sen t aletter to the stormwind church describing the events they had.
A week later three men with torches came to the orphanage. They led every one out of the orphanage and captured Merdoon. Then they burned the orphanage to the ground and rode of to stormwind with Merdoon in chackles. He thought that this woud be the end of him. Left to rott in a cell in the stormwind stockades. He had heard that they had all sort of horrible creatures locked up in there. But when they got to stormwind they rode past the stockades and into the chappel and in to the crypt. Deeper and deeper they went under stormwind untill there was no light nor sound left aaround them. Then he saw a light in the end of the tunnel, It was a underground room filled with demons, undead creatures and warlocks. One of the riders then removed her hood,
-Welcome home Merdoon.
-Malicia?
He then the last days of his yongling days in those crypts, studying the dark art and specialicing in necromancy with Malicia, It woud seem like she had this planned. One night she awoke him with the same dark robe she wore on the day she took him there. She and he and three of the other necromancers the rode out of stormwind, beyond Elwynn forest and on to the coasts of westfall there stood ankered a large dark ship. Malicia then explained that they were being sent to a place called the scholomance to teach the arts of necromancy. And she bring him with her because of his massive knowledge about both demonic and necromatic magic. Not long from that, the scourge started its attacks on the living.
From the age of 18 Merdoon spent his time in scholomance, teaching the masses the art of necromancy and the diferent shades of shadow magic,at the cost of his humanity and his life. But one day this dream was shatterd when a band of paladins raided scholomance. They captured merdoon and a number of mebers of the scourge and locked them inside coffins that was guarded with the most filthy of the holy magics. He did not know how long he was in there. His flesh began to rot and his bones started to stick out of his skin, grave worms started to eat his flesh and mind. But one day he heard a sound, thumping noices was heard and sudenly, he saw light from a lantern and a face. He met a man called Mordo that guided him to his new life in the forsaken....


Why does Merdoon want to join the guild?:
Ever since he got out of that crypt hes been confused and lost, seeking the power that he had in the scourge.

What Ic skills can Merdoon provide:
After his time in the scourge he ahs a very theral knowledeg of the unedead and dark magic, he also know a bit of old history about azeroth that he read while he was young. Hes also an alchemist of sorts ( he had to make it a second priority when he came out of the tomb).

Authorit:
Merdoons has looked up to a leader with the same goals as him, but if the leaders proves himself weak and unknowing, he will not listen to a single word they say until they have PROVEN themself to him.


Grand Apothecary Putress should be considered a traitor to the cause.
Grand Apothecary Putress was no traitor, but a visionary. Not only did he do tremendus advances in curing the plague, But he also made mayor progress with destroying the other plague thats destroying this world. Making it rot and die, The plague is the living. He was not a traitor for his cause, for his cause was to betray the horde at the wrathgate. A chance to erradicate the leaders of these pathetic factions. The scourge, the horde, the alliance, There all the same. Each one tries there best to erradice the other one. And if the horde woud win over the alliance and teh scourge, do you not think that they woud get rid of us the forsaken too? They never trusted us and is now merely "using" us!
They are taking advantage of our technology and science, such progress that visionaries like Putress helped aquire. But where is he now? Dead! Killed by the hand of the horde. He was geting to confident, to risky to have him around, the other forsaken might get ideas about creating their own faction and overthrow the "proud horde". Bah i say, these savages will be the end of us if not more geniuses like Putress step up and lead the way for the missguided forsaken. We must discard this sylvanas and embrace the dreadlords, they will make this word ours!!.... But what do i know? Im mad....

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