Day 2 of roleplaying a zealot:
First off, impromptu rhyming is hard, and I mean really hard.
Second: It’s a good idea to start off with more than just a gimick style premise. A history of some sort. It doesn’t have to be complicated.
For example: Lmeas was born and raised in the mountains. His mother often sang and read poetry to him, wanting him to be a little bit more than just a tribal nut bent on killing things. She wanted him to be a smart tribal nut bent on killing things.
And you see? Suddenly, Lmeas’s rhyming and career choice make sense. He’s smarter than your average marauder. And I came up with that in the two minutes it took to write it. That’s all it takes.
As for my decisions, since I absolutely love to explain my choices, here are some reason
First off, role-playing wise, the Zealot can probably get away with a lot. They’re crazy, but they’re magic means they’re smarter than your average bear, and they look it. So I could, for example, get away with trying to rhyme the majority of the time. And it doesn’t matter if I do it well, since demonic energies have probably addled his brain beyond recognition.
There’s a certain freedom to it. I get to role-play, and I get to do something I find enjoyable.
On a side note, a friend of mine found this blog, and created a witch elf on the same server. Not only did he give me a bit of a run-around trying to figure out who he was (And I’m not one to throw around names to what could be strangers, making this harder), but he one-uped me by forming a guild at level 2. I’m level 5, so this stings. Not only that, but it’s dark elf only, and I’m just a measly chaos minion.
You are forgiven, my friend, but you will get a couple seconds of the mean stare. I’ve been practicing, so you should be afeared.
P.S. I wonder how many webcomics I’ve outclassed by adding a second content filled update.
