Oh gods I can totally understand whole character takes on a life of their own thing. Honestly, I wish sometimes I'd rolled RP, but there wasn't an RP-PVP ruleset when I started.
Jarbilong (my main, UD female rogue) had very, very definite opinions about an enormous number of things, including, but hardly limited to:
Pretty much worshiping Lady Sylvanas, right up until BC came out. Then the Dark Lady did everything short of relocating to Silvermoon to show how much more she cared about the Belfs than the Forsaken and Jar felt hurt, betrayed, and was sort of wobbly thereafter.
Rolling engineering specifically to make goggles so people couldn't see her empty eyesockets.
Despite her contempt for most of the living members of the Horde, she had a profound respect for Drek'Thar and the Frostwolf clan. Many, many hours were spent in AV doing base defense.
Brill was her home. She set her hearth there at level 6, and never changed it. Anyone who came to cause trouble in Brill got camped until they fled or logged. No matter where she was or what she was doing, if the Brill is under attack message popped up in World Defense, it was on like Donkey Kong.
Her absolute rejection of certain pieces of gear. "I don't care if it is an upgrade, it's FUGLY and I'm not wearing it."
Her sneaking, (and much denied) attraction to male night elves.
Her undying (no pun intended) love and admiration for Jack Bauer (don't ask).
Ironically, Jar was exalted with the Cenarian Expedition ages ago, but she rejected the mount Kharisa wants so badly on the grounds that "I'm not buying some damned Night Elf thing. Call me when there's a faction handing out giant bats."
Most of my alts were less talkative, although Llith was a spoiled little bitch who wanted nothing but the best gear, and believed that undeath had just made her thinner and sexier.
And then there was Wylfwood, poor old Wylf, who'd embraced undeath as a chance to make up for the scumbag he was in life. A self-described "lecher, drunkard, and faithless fake of a priest" came out of the ground believing in the miracle of the Light once more, and spent most of the time he wasn't mending faces in 19 WSG hanging around Deathknell handing out handmade bags to the new arrivals...
<---- trying to scrape up a spare $40 for a copy of Lich King
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Date: 2009-10-22 07:36 am (UTC)Jarbilong (my main, UD female rogue) had very, very definite opinions about an enormous number of things, including, but hardly limited to:
Pretty much worshiping Lady Sylvanas, right up until BC came out. Then the Dark Lady did everything short of relocating to Silvermoon to show how much more she cared about the Belfs than the Forsaken and Jar felt hurt, betrayed, and was sort of wobbly thereafter.
Rolling engineering specifically to make goggles so people couldn't see her empty eyesockets.
Despite her contempt for most of the living members of the Horde, she had a profound respect for Drek'Thar and the Frostwolf clan. Many, many hours were spent in AV doing base defense.
Brill was her home. She set her hearth there at level 6, and never changed it. Anyone who came to cause trouble in Brill got camped until they fled or logged. No matter where she was or what she was doing, if the Brill is under attack message popped up in World Defense, it was on like Donkey Kong.
Her absolute rejection of certain pieces of gear. "I don't care if it is an upgrade, it's FUGLY and I'm not wearing it."
Her sneaking, (and much denied) attraction to male night elves.
Her undying (no pun intended) love and admiration for Jack Bauer (don't ask).
Ironically, Jar was exalted with the Cenarian Expedition ages ago, but she rejected the mount Kharisa wants so badly on the grounds that "I'm not buying some damned Night Elf thing. Call me when there's a faction handing out giant bats."
Most of my alts were less talkative, although Llith was a spoiled little bitch who wanted nothing but the best gear, and believed that undeath had just made her thinner and sexier.
And then there was Wylfwood, poor old Wylf, who'd embraced undeath as a chance to make up for the scumbag he was in life. A self-described "lecher, drunkard, and faithless fake of a priest" came out of the ground believing in the miracle of the Light once more, and spent most of the time he wasn't mending faces in 19 WSG hanging around Deathknell handing out handmade bags to the new arrivals...
<---- trying to scrape up a spare $40 for a copy of Lich King