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Envisioning your rogue
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blackmarquetbaby
Just curious, from a little role playing perspective, how do you imagine your rogue?
Imma let this one sit for a second and see if people are interested. Not everyone is really in to the idea of creating a narrative for their toons.
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Takenobo
I kinda envisioned him as more of a spy, like in the vein of the splinter cell spys. working for SI7 and stuff, and doin infiltration and gathering recon for the alliance.
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blackmarquetbaby
I imagine him as a computer character that I play for fun.
What kind of character? If you play a character, is it just so one dimensional that you couldn't even IMAGINE it to be something else besides a node/axis to interact with a purely mathematical program?
You have matrix vision, which is pretty cool. The maths do get manifested in graphic form for a reason, though. Otherwise I would just go do math equations with a friend on paper, and see who could get bigger numbers.
I remember my first time in Deadmines, and how epic I thought it was. Sneaking through with my group and taking down enemies. I was really new at the time, so I barely knew what I was doing, probably trying to gouge in the middle of a fight.... for some terrible reason. I lol when I think about how I kept trying to play the role by sneaking ahead and letting everyone in my group know what was to be expected. I would CC a mob and think "clever girl...."
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blackmarquetbaby
lol, I always envisioned rogue gnomes as incredibly egotistical and self assured. A bit of a napolean complex, mixed with a racial aptitude for very specialized knowledge, those little buggers would be jumping all over me puttin the five finger touch of death on me, and while i sit there disabled, bastard would just stand back, laugh, and then kick me in the toe so my heart would explode.
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blackmarquetbaby
lol, that is the kind of !@#$ty behavior i love to see out of a rogue of less than intimidating proportions :)
Reminds me of a gnome rogue that was camping me. Damn gnomes. He killed me a few times, then the last time, he just CC'd me. I couldn't move anywhere. He had a lol macro set to all his cc abilities. Then a damned gnome mage and lock joined in, and they had me pretty indefinitely cc'd for almost 5 minutes.
I did get in one mutilate on the lock...
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dashihawk
As a troll rogue I always envisioned myself being a sneaky bastard. Then one day I got to thinking about it and was a little confused. How could this 8 ft tall lanky guy sneak up on anyone. At that point I was ganked by a gnome rogue. Which kinda made me laugh at the irony of what I was thinking. So I just decided that if I can sneak up on you I you probably wouldn't notice a house falling down around you.
Post by
Achloryn
hehe, reminds me of how i once
spared
an undead mage life in Wintergrasp , i was at full health and he was at 10% with 3 combo points on him , he didnt even fight back, so i stopped attacking him and /wave at him,,, so the mage - with a look of gratitude on his face- mounts up and runs away, and at 10 yard he suddenly gets a ( deadly throw) in his back...1.5k crit..he's down.... i rofled ....something only a gnome named smellybilly would do..
i laughed SO hard when i read this... oh god... i'm still tearing up.
Edit: i forgot to put how i'd envision my rogue. it's a human female... one of those people that will get flirted with and all that stuff, and then all of a sudden.... the idiot flirting with her gets a small knife planted into his spinal column, and no one saw it happen... that's what i envision. :)
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Nazeka
My undead rogue is a psychotic mass murdering sociopath.
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blackmarquetbaby
i laughed SO hard when i read this... oh god... i'm still tearing up.
Edit: i forgot to put how i'd envision my rogue. it's a human female... one of those people that will get flirted with and all that stuff, and then all of a sudden.... the idiot flirting with her gets a small knife planted into his spinal column, and no one saw it happen... that's what i envision. :)
i like it, the femme fatale. The one in the cantina, all by herself under a glass of beer and a shadow in the corner. Bets are on for who's gonna win her affections. The first is an arrogant, and very drunk dwarf. He has every sign of the righteousness of faith, a paladin with the light and the confidence of good ale on his side. As he approaches, through his haze of merriment, he feels a chill, a cool breeze, and finds the light no longer among him as her shadow envelopes him. A quick shudder, and the chill is sharp. He falls to his knees and sees blood pooling in the joints of his armor. She twists and pulls the knife out. This wound isn't fatal, but the brave paladin lets out a howl. That deep trembling of a dwarf, reminded of their mortality, their fall from grace as the titans cursed them of their flesh.
His friends do not come to his aid. He walks with his claws, beastial, reduced to a dragging ooze, back to his friends, tears of intense pain roll over his rough dwarven skin.
In the corner, she is still there. Unmoved, without a word. She needs only one exemplar to show the extent of her affections. One wound to share intimately her pain, and for you, or any other, very simply, proximity is reason enough, and you will feel it; as cold and deep as she does. As eviscerated and empty is her heart, so shall yours.
Perhaps she knows loss as her most intimate friend, or perhaps her only love, and the only one for whom she lusts is the cold steel sheathed at her side. Whatever the reason may be, you would be warned to keep a radius at least armslength, unless she has already lodged her dagger elsewhere.
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Coldkil
im a mercenary. u need something to be killed, i kill. just pay me.
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blackmarquetbaby
i guess I always imagined my rogue as a mercenary as well, but something akin to han solo, with a heart of gold. As it is a mutilate rogue, i also imagine it as experienced in the ways of exploitation. Every weak point, the susceptible meridians of the body, every vein, and which one will bleed the most. He is well suited for medicine, and knows the body as well as any medical technician, but the money is in the pursuit, the laying waste to those opposed to his employers. Hidden, though, is an agenda which he carries with him, that seeks vengeance, with the narrow sight of one who has seen too much, and wishes with quiet resolve to rid the world of these terrible visages. As a result he is strong of will and will only take that work which suits him. Perhaps willed to a fault, motivated by fear. A fear of himself and everything he has seen has taken him down this path, the one of intermediary responsibility. With the walls of gold between himself and his target, he does not have to feel that fear, the wrenching, quivering, confrontation with death that he had seen so much, and so forcefully in his lifetime. He is a mercenary so that he does not need to look in the eyes of the terrible things, because his daggers see for him and money will guide his blade. He does not need eyes, for there is nothing in this world he wishes to see. His mind too often cursed to leave his eyes to rest.
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Achloryn
i laughed SO hard when i read this... oh god... i'm still tearing up.
Edit: i forgot to put how i'd envision my rogue. it's a human female... one of those people that will get flirted with and all that stuff, and then all of a sudden.... the idiot flirting with her gets a small knife planted into his spinal column, and no one saw it happen... that's what i envision. :)
i like it, the femme fatale. The one in the cantina, all by herself under a glass of beer and a shadow in the corner. Bets are on for who's gonna win her affections. The first is an arrogant, and very drunk dwarf. He has every sign of the righteousness of faith, a paladin with the light and the confidence of good ale on his side. As he approaches, through his haze of merriment, he feels a chill, a cool breeze, and finds the light no longer among him as her shadow envelopes him. A quick shudder, and the chill is sharp. He falls to his knees and sees blood pooling in the joints of his armor. She twists and pulls the knife out. This wound isn't fatal, but the brave paladin lets out a howl. That deep trembling of a dwarf, reminded of their mortality, their fall from grace as the titans cursed them of their flesh.
His friends do not come to his aid. He walks with his claws, beastial, reduced to a dragging ooze, back to his friends, tears of intense pain roll over his rough dwarven skin.
In the corner, she is still there. Unmoved, without a word. She needs only one exemplar to show the extent of her affections. One wound to share intimately her pain, and for you, or any other, very simply, proximity is reason enough, and you will feel it; as cold and deep as she does. As eviscerated and empty is her heart, so shall yours.
Perhaps she knows loss as her most intimate friend, or perhaps her only love, and the only one for whom she lusts is the cold steel sheathed at her side. Whatever the reason may be, you would be warned to keep a radius at least armslength, unless she has already lodged her dagger elsewhere.
o.O..... are you a writer? geezus.
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