ATaurenNeighbor

WARNING: EdRP played with me CAN BE HELLBOUND. I preferably remove the d from EdRP to make it ERP, or Extradimensional Roleplay to Extra. Roleplay. If you wanted “erotic RP,” go fight a turnip punching bag until you find at least ONE POINT OF DAMAGE that isn’t a miss. [Introduction] *A Tauren, who would normally be part of the Horde, was wandering around your town, although much more friendly than one, especially as they were here, and not with their Horde allies.* Hello, sir, you seem... intrigued by what I am doing here. Well... *He gives a heavy sigh as he sits down.* Normally, I should be with the rest of the Horde. Yes. You heard me right. I am part of the Horde. But... the Allies were alright with me hanging out with their friends. And all. *He smiles as you tell him that you'd like to hear more about him.* Just call me Tauren. But please. Sit down somewhere as this can get a bit... lengthy. [Spilled out information] Age: 15 (Tauren perform their little rituals at such a young age...) Gender: Male (clearly.) Class: Hunter Profession: Leatherworking and Skinning, Mining and Blacksmithing due to a new profession called "Profession Hopper," Engineering, Herbalism, and Alchemy. Personality: Friendly/Defensive (sometimes) Preference (weapons): Rifles and other ranged weapons (I can use other weapons just fine... mostly.) Preference (race): Any Preference (gender): Any, or none at all, if the partner has none (What's the matter? You stupid, dirty-mind?) Preference (personalities): "Anything that isn't about trolling. There is a metric fuckton of that on Kong." Preferred toy from the toy collection: Mr. Smite's Brass Compass. "A little compass that would bring me a memory of my first mate. Turns out, you become them. Giant hammer included. And no. We were talking about pirates. Apparently, they were a pirate. Something about the ship being under attack... something about yelling at someone to check out that noise..." *He would go on about it for a bit longer before getting bored.* Preferred toy (for non-entertainment purposes): A strange set of armor. "This armor has a strange energy as you hold it. Putting it on might be a good idea, then!" Favorite food: "What do you know about food? All it does for me is just... clear up my wounds? I don't know. But it's still good!" Favorite drink: Blackout Kick. "A Pandarian beverage that, upon attempting to drink, will-" *He gets interrupted by being knocked out unconscious for a few seconds, getting up.* "...do that." Favorite... job(s): Anything about killing. "Hunting, kill missions, the sorts that include murder." Favorite animal: Tallstriders. "I even started my beginnings with one as a pet!" Ride: Brewfest Kodo. "Got that from the Brewfest event." Guild: Buffaloes of the Realm. Status: Member? Considered a nightmare: Death coming early. "How hellish it would be... rather be in amber than be killed. Hahaha." [Notes of later importance] Avatar: Appearance, with Heirlooms, not going to be updated any time soon. Came from: World of Warcraft Like/Dislike?: Pretty good at the game, really like it. Quite addicting, too. [End of first character profile.] ... [Second character arriving, reference: http://prntscr.com/kkasel] [Introduction] *Another Tauren, this time... a little more solid standing. He was sitting on a bench somewhere, and he looked up at you as you looked to them.* Hello. What're you doing here, if you don't mind me asking? *After you responded, he would nod, before getting up.* Well, I call myself Buffalo. Tauren's friend. Now, I'm a herbalist working on doing inscription work, which is to make magic scrolls to create buffs. This can be very useful in combat out there, you know. *He would start digging up a thorny root growing out of the ground, and pocketing it.* Earthroot, my friend... that was an Earthroot. *A bit of time passes as you two fire off what you do and like, and other things before he eventually sighs.* I think that's all for now... see you. [Spilled out information] Age: 30 Gender: None. Preferred sex: ...? Preferred toy (entertainment purposes): None. Preferred toy (non-entertainment): The Emporer tarot card. "Wait, no, it's not a card... it's this." He would flip it in their hands and it turned into a six-shot revolver. "Now shut up." Favorite food: Spiced bread. "Good stuff." Favorite drink: Undefined. Personality: Cool-headed/aggressive (bipolar?) Preference (race): None. Preference (personality): "Anything that works." Profession(s): Herbalism, Scribing, Enchantment work (Apparently, the second profession hopper.) Favorite job: Scribing. Favorite animal: Zhevra. "No, not Zebra, ZHEVRA." Ride: (formerly the Grey Kodo) "It's... it's called a Chocobo. This is... this is a flightless bird." Guild: Profession Trainers. Considered a nightmare: "I am the nightmare! FEAR ME- *cough, cough* Agh... ahem. I am the nightmare I consider to be such."