Darken Your Clothes or Strike a Violent Pose
We try to avoid clichés and age-based condescension as best we can here at the Roleplayer’s Lament. Keeping that in mind, all I’ll say about the player of this next fellow is that they seem to have some immediate, in-depth experience at playing a teenager.
Either that or it’s Rob Liefeld himself. (I feel like I’ve linked that here before, but it’s so good that I couldn’t take the chance of not doing so.)
“Self-Proclaimed Torturer and Assassin” I’m a self-proclaimed expert lover and excellent writer but I assure you, those have no bearing on reality.
“Eyes: Blood shot red.” Experimental poetry in the eye field. I think this field is meant more for iris pigmentation, but at least it doesn’t say ‘orbs.’
“Looking on at him he would be a young a somewhat more fit for his age.” I think that doesn’t say anything objectionable. “As his armor fits right smoothly on his body to allow him to move freely anywhere he needs to go.” I know my warrior’s plate has left him entirely immobile before, and that it just won’t go to Tanaris period because it’s afraid of sandblasting. Believe it or not, back now in medieval-esque times, every set of armor is custom tailored. Because it has to be. Don’t let game mechanics fool you there. “Under his armor if you cared to look or get that far would have alot of scars from past fights.”
Hint hint hint.
“His Blood shot eyes are from drugs and his nature to stay up dates with out any sleep at all.” He’s awfully rebellious. Doesn’t he seem awfully rebellious?
“He says his age is 18 but, it could be anywhere from 16 to 20″ It’s nice to see someone that knows that you can’t determine exact age with a casual glance at someone. What’s disappointing is that this knowledge is used to go yeah, I’m legal, totally.
“For [personality] its almost crazy as he some times acts like a kid and others like a trained Assassin.” Then get him the hell out of the Animus before his mind goes completely, obviously. Have you even tested that thing on minors, Dr. Vidic? Personality is one thing, but variety in behavior this much is… let’s say it’s tied to a point in life where hormones play a cruel joke on you.
“On his left sholder arm there would be a Tattoo of the Steelmane Tabard in dark red ink that almost looks like blood.” Has he been draining his eyes? I hope he didn’t get a tattoo with other people’s blood. Love to see someone try that and freak out from the allergic reaction.
How did we get here? Let’s see.
“Zar was born in Gilneas into a family that lost there respect with the nobles, when the war with the worgen came to be Zar had just got done killing his parrents off as they where “Holding me back” As he described it.”
“Somebody help! Wolfmen are jumping from the rooftops!”
“Five more minutes! Christ! Lye’s hard to work with, okay?!”
“Once the Night Elves came and got Zar back into “His right mind” as they called it. They let him go even though he wasn’t still sane.”
“Hey, Priestess? This worgen started combing his hair in front of his face and telling people they don’t own him.”
“What? You did the thing, right?”
“Yes, we did the thing, but–”
“With the bowls of water?”
“Yes, the thing with the bowls of water, but–”
“Then let him go? Sheesh! He’s certainly fine.”
“During his little stay in Darn he hatted it becouse there was Elves there, and Zar hated elves becouse he had to kill three just to get to his armor.” Let’s see. On one hand, the elves rescued me from being a feral beast for the rest of my life. On the other, three of them – probably with families – just happen to be physically between me and my stuff. Well, only one thing to do.
How can we make this better? I like to think in my heart of hearts that this fellow can’t get any roleplay because this is abhorrent. However, I know that there are enough other people who think Fight Club was a feel-good movie meant to be emulated that this guy has plenty of company. If ever, though, one wants to grow up and join us on the intellectual high ground, well, there’s one big thing to fix, and the rest ought to fall in place around it.
Get from there to here. You can be here and take that as ‘proof’ that your character’s way of doing things works, but the rest of us won’t take you seriously. You’re a sonovabitch that flips between being jocular and going for the jugular? You wouldn’t be some fancy rogue with fitted leather. You’d have been shot when they thought you were still feral, if not sooner for murder, or later when trying to attack people in Darnassus. Just because you’re roleplaying as if that’s what happened doesn’t make it realistic or believable.
We can’t inherently attack being an anti-hero and all the other accoutrements here. What we can say, though, is that there’s a very large population out there bored of it. It’s a trope and a cliché at this point and you’re going to want to roleplay as a person eventually, not a personification of the word “badassed.”