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Application - Razot the Golden
By: Razot Date: May 24, 2019, 6:37 pm
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How did you learn about the Sixty Thieves?
I learned about the thieves a long time ago while browsing the
forum for a guild to join on my Alliance character. Then I found
the guild thread and the idea of Glory popped into my head and
the rest is history!
What is your character's name and race?
Razot, and he is a Zandalari troll.
Why do you and your character seek to join the Sixty Thieves?
Razot is down on his luck and left for Booty Bay some time ago
to try turning his luck around. He has drifted to Ratchet in
Kalimdor and now seeks a new "crew to sail with".
What is your character's background like and how did they
become/are becoming a criminal?
Razot is a failed captain who turned to a life of petty crime,
gambling and drinking once he lost his ship and amassed a
sizeable debt.
What kind of skills does your character have?
He can sail, fight, steal and has an eye for valuable items. He
also has a few contacts in Zuldazar for fencing some of the
goods the Thieves are stealing. Plus he is a great cheater and
storyteller.
How powerful is your character?
He is an old Zandalari that drinks a bit too much. So his
stamina is not great. However he has a lot of experience on the
wild side of life and knows his way around with a cutlass. He
is, however, an exceptional sailor.
How would you define conflict in RP, and how do you feel about
consequences?
I love conflict RP as it brings a lot of interesting
interactions between characters that you don't really get to
explore as a person in real life. Due to this I am not afraid to
have my characters die if the situation dictates it as you have
seen with Glory so these avenues can be explored to their
fullest.
What would your character's nickname be?
Razot is loathe to take a nickname but something along the lines
of Shark might persuade him as he reveres them.
Anything else you'd like to share about your character or
yourself?
He is not who is trying to make himself out to be. It is I, the
guy who made Glory. So I guess you can just check my first
application if you want to know more irl stuff about me.
Story or IC letter (optional)
Lightning struck in the horizon and not long after a roaring
rumble could be heard from the thunder. The noise was gone just
as quickly as it had come and once more all you could hear was
the rain dropping on to the golden city’s pavement, a relentless
torrent that seemed to have no end. Three orphans entered the
waterhole aptly named: The Drowned Scavenger. They coughed as
they pulled the old blanket aside that was hanging in the
doorway. The room was filled with an odorous and exotic smoke
which masked many of the residents who sat silently while they
drank. The three lit up as they noticed an old and grey haired
troll sitting in the corner. His tusks were polished to a mirror
sheen and they glistened like the finest gold in the light of
the Drowned Scavenger’s torches. However if you looked close
enough it would soon be evident that his tusks had not been
encased in gold but in cheap brass instead. Not that old Razot
had ever substantiated any of these rumors but the three
younglings were not dumb. They knew the difference between
polished brass and gold.They quickly made their way through the
crowded room. They were met with muffled grumbling and curse
words but none of the patrons paid any real attention to them
either. If this was due to the patrons not caring or if they
were simply blind drunk was not evident. Most likely it was
both. The three orphans cared little either way.
The smoke had grown thicker as they neared Razot. He was puffing
on a hookah and around him where several empty mugs and bottles
most likely of the cheapest and strongest booze the bar could
provide him with. The old troll had a satisfied and smug look on
his face as he emptied the last mug on the table but it did not
seem that he had had enough to drink just yet. He began to look
into the empty mugs and flasks to see if there was any left.
There wasn’t any left and as Razot was about slump back into his
seat with a sigh a small hand slammed on to the table and it was
accompanied by the familiar sound of coin.
“Here be ya gold Razot! Now tell us a story just as ya always be
promising!” said the largest of the three, a boy named Zi’bah,
with a grin. Razot didn’t look pleased but he needed the coin if
he wanted to keep the brew flowing into his empty mug. As soon
as Zi’bah removed his hand the coin was gone, exchanged to the
barkeep for another piece of flavored tobacco and two flasks of
the nastiest frogbrew they had left.
The children eyed the troll with anticipation and Razot gave
them an annoyed glare. “So ya want anot’er tale from ol’ Razot
de Golden, eh?” The orphans nodded eagerly. “Well… ain’t none
say dat Razot not be true to his word.” The hookah was reignited
and an empty mug was filled with frogbrew. The mug was finished
in one go and a deep drag from the hookah conjured a sickly
sweet and odorous cloud of smoke from Razot’s mouth. “Ya listen
well and good little mons. Ol’ Razot will tell ya de tale of his
time as the terror of Azeroth’s oceans. Greatest captain ta ever
set off from de port of Zuldazar. Razot de Golden.” The kids
looked at each other and sniggered and got comfortable by the
table. Razot took another drag before he continued: “Long ago,
when my hair was still a strong and vibrant golden color, Razot
had just come down from da priests. Not only had I been blessed
by one Loa but two. Both Paku and Gral had seen fit ta see the
greatness of Razot but I had no wish to be a priest… No! The
only ting I had ever been dreaming off was ta sail da great
oceans of Azeroth!” Razot coughed lightly and motioned for
Zi’bah to pour him some more frogbrew which the young orphan did
without question.
After having quelled the frog in his throat he continued: “Many
wanted to have such a talented young mon like Razot with them
but it was not for me. No, I knew that I was destined for
greater tings ta come. So I set out ta find my own ship to
captain. Not many would trust a young troll of a fishmonger to
captain a ship even if he be blessed by two Loa. This was no
good, I had ta prove myself to them and sailors only be
respecting one ting little mons and that be gold.” Razot
swallowed before he continued on. “I made a vow ta get one
thousand gold coins in only a year as a captain and whoever lent
me their ship would get half. If I didn’t make it the ship’s
owner would have a captain for the rest of Razot’s life. A bold
ting ta claim but it paid off for me and soon I had the ship of
my dreams given to me and blessed by a witch doctah.” Razot’s
eyes grew blank for a moment before he composed himself again
and continued the tale.
“So ol’ Razot spend the next year on the greatest of all
adventures that any captain had ever experienced. He stole gold
from the cursed skeleton pirates of Vol’dun, chased the voodoo
of blood trolls in Nazmir and raided de southern coasts of
Stranglethorn bringing back gold and glory to the empire.” The
eyes of the children lights up as Razot mentions the word
adventures. “It was a dangerous time for Razot. The skeletons
tried ta slit my throat. Our cursed cousins to da north tried to
sacrifice Razot but in the end it was Razot who sacrificed those
blood heretics to Gral and Pa’ku.” He laughs to himself for a
moment. “The coasts of Stranglethorn be a dangerous place mon.
Full of pirates, lesser trolls and vile naga. All seeking ta
steal from honest Zandalari trying to trade there. By de dunes
of Vol’dun, Razot swear ya will never find a bigger den of scum
and villainy than the port of Booty Bay.” The kids are
completely quiet as they listen since they know that Razot will
look to find any excuse to get out of telling the story he owed
them. Razot sighed and took another puff from the hookah the
scent of the tobacco filling the little corner.
“So, after a whole year of trial and danger Razot returns with a
thousand gold in his cargo and was hailed as the greatest
captain Zuldazar had ever seen. Since then, Razot has never
looked back and still sail the seas of Azeroth on the lookout
for treasure!” He made a final grand gesture and bowed his head
lightly. The kids were smiling and trying not laugh. Zi’bha got
up on his feet and the two other orphans followed him. With a
sly grin Zi’bah opened his little mouth and uttered: “I don’t
believe ya ol’ Razot. The caretaker tell us ya only be a poor
castless fishmonger who just steal and beg when you not be
drinking all day!” Razot threw a mug after the kids and cursed
at the three orphans and their lost family. The kids ran away
laughing out of the Drowned Scavenger.
The rain had finally given way to the sun and the hustle and
bustle of the port had begun again as the wind also settled
down. Razot frowned as he pulled out a small skull fetish that
hung around his neck. How long had the kids been distracting
him? A yell from the outside quickly offered him an answer: The
kids had distracted him for too long. Two large enforcers were
standing outside with one of the dockmaster’s scribes. “We had
an agreement Razot.” The scribe turned around and gave a stern
look to the two enforcers. “Take da exile with you. His debts
still not be paid. De golden city will only gain from his
departure.” Razot didn’t even try to run as his drunken legs
would not carry him and the two enforcers grabbed him by the
shoulders and dragged the old drunk to one of the many prison
caravans headed for Vol’dun.
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Re: Application - Razot the Golden
By: Tact Date: May 25, 2019, 9:05 am
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Hello there!
Razot looks like a well-thought out character, leaving no
questions that need be answered at this stage. The story was a
very enjoyable read, and gave nice insight to the character.
We're also well-aware that you take your consequences in
conflict roleplay like a boss.
Approved! Contact an officer to arrange for an IC meeting with
Razot and the gang.
- Tact
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