Let me tell you the tale of three rogues and stupid teenager stuff. I liked rogues, I still do. But each one had serious problems with their stories and only 1 still exists, but heavily retconned.
So my first true RP character was a human rogue named Valdus(Valadus?) Either way I was really nervous and hesitant to get into this ‘RP’ thing and I rolled on Wyrmrest Accord because I did research and it sounded like the best one at the time.
I actually had an amazing first RP Experience. I don’t know how many people can say that, but I wandered into Goldshire inn and there’s this guy in Bandages telling war stories to everyone around the fire. Everyone’s invested. I sort of walked up and listened for the most part, rarely interjecting.
He later asked if I was new and I said I was, so he was more than happy to show me the ropes. And, I got suckered into joining one of those kind of Scarlet guilds for a little while. I only casually was around, I went on maybe one event and then one day the guild dissolved due to a ton of drama so I wrote off RP for a while and that was that.
Cut to a year or so later, I’m curious again and my standing on my current realm is not good. Almost everyone was gone during this period of time. There was only 3 people my rank or above who even logged on, one who was slowly siphoning the guild bank as he was the same rank I was. The other one barely logged in. To make the story short, it was a ton of drama involving me taking over the guild and being harassed to give it back only for said people to quit pretty much literally right after again. It was ‘their’ guild, even though I’d been around for years and for over a year was far and away the most active member.
I removed the feeder, I cleaned up the guild, and started to recruit again. I always planned on giving it back to the old GM who said they would come back until then, but they got really bitter when they found out and I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong in trying to improve the guild since I couldn’t do much in my old position beyond recruit people and slightly use the guild bank.
It was complicated and emotional. I was still young, I didn’t know much better and I certainly wasn’t great at handling it. So, I left that guild and was fed up with PVE guilds entirely, in the mean-time I had a second rogue alt I made on a RP server.
Which leads to perhaps the worst character I ever made. I went there, the ultimate taboo. The long-lost son of a lore character, long lost sibling of another. A VanCleef.
Why. I don’t know. I wasn’t open about his heritage. He didn’t have a super strong connection, but for some reason I thought that was ideal background for a moody rogue. And of course I was moody. I spent a lot of time RP’ing with a grab bag of randos, none of whom ever stuck around much. There was a Draenei priest who I spent time with up on the Stormwind Bridge.
But eventually I realized, boy this character is a bad idea and since people I knew rarely logged in, I figured might as well go for round three. I deleted the character and gave it a few months before going into RP again.
Which leads us to Xanleth. A long-standing member of my cast of characters with a dubious and messy past. Started out joining a few people’s random RP events each week that they were advertised. 1, shot adventure stuff y’know. That was pretty fun and I sort of made some friends.
I sort of had an idea of what my character was. Former defias rogue, whiz at engineering who made himself a mechanical arm that sort of worked. Didn’t speak a lot of words. I’d often get typed entire paragraphs for the character to come back with a line, if that of acknowledgement. Sort of a roll with the flow guy.
So then a few friends made a guild and New Gilneas Happens. And I could go on and on about all the great and terrible things that happened in New Gilneas, but I do consider it largely a positive RP experience and building for me and of the higher echelon I probably had the best time as I avoided most of the drama by choice or by accident. Lots of young people as officers and such, that went over as well as you could expect.
I had to cut off some parts of things that happened, especially the first time Xanleth died which I felt like I got coerced into and then committed for a while until being harassed on the horde and I was like ‘Horde sucks’, so I went back to Alliance and pretended it never happened.
But now Xanleth is dead again, beaten to death by a fishing pole! His soul was resurrected by a Lich who he now does dirty work for, albeit because he’s forced to. And that’s where he’s been for like the past 4 or so years. I haven’t really touched that story-line again, but it’s in the back-ground moving at a snails pace.
So, Yeah. Made a lot of mistakes early on in RP.