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What D&D Character am I?

If I were a D&D character…

I Am A: True Neutral Human Ranger (6th Level)

Ability Scores:







True Neutral A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn’t feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he’s not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way. Some true neutral characters, on the other hand, commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They see good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. They advocate the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run. True neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion. However, true neutral can be a dangerous alignment because it represents apathy, indifference, and a lack of conviction.

Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.

Rangers are skilled stalkers and hunters who make their home in the woods. Their martial skill is nearly the equal of the fighter, but they lack the latter’s dedication to the craft of fighting. Instead, the ranger focuses his skills and training on a specific enemy a type of creature he bears a vengeful grudge against and hunts above all others. Rangers often accept the role of protector, aiding those who live in or travel through the woods. His skills allow him to move quietly and stick to the shadows, especially in natural settings, and he also has special knowledge of certain types of creatures. Finally, an experienced ranger has such a tie to nature that he can actually draw on natural power to cast divine spells, much as a druid does, and like a druid he is often accompanied by animal companions. A ranger’s Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.

Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)

The detailed results are interesing too:

 Detailed Results:Alignment:
Chaotic Good —- XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14)
Chaotic Neutral – XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (17)
Lawful Evil —– XXXXXXXXXX (10)
Neutral Evil —- XXXXXXXXXXX (11)
Chaotic Evil —- XXX (3)

Law & Chaos:
Law —– XXXXXXXXXX (10)
Neutral – XXXXXXXXXXX (11)
Chaos — XXX (3)

Good & Evil:
Good —- XXXXXXXXXXX (11)
Evil —- (0)

Dwarf —- XXXX (4)
Elf —— XXXXXX (6)
Gnome —- XXXXXXXX (8)
Halfling – XXXXXXXX (8)
Half-Elf – XXXXXXX (7)
Half-Orc – XXXXXXXX (8)

Barbarian – (-8)
Bard —— (0)
Cleric —- (0)
Druid —– (-4)
Fighter — (0)
Monk —— (-19)
Paladin — (-19)
Ranger —- XXXXXX (6)
Rogue —– (-2)
Sorcerer — (0)
Wizard —- XXXX (4)

I’m not sure about the True Neutrality though.  But I’ll take it with the 0 Evil score for Good & Evil.

This test kind of runs counter to that “What WoW character would you be” test that said I’m a Paladin.  (Twice.)


P.S.  My wife, aka Droonda, reports she’d be a True Neutral Human Cleric.  The difference between Cleric and Ranger aside, it’s telling that in the course of 129 questions, out of 9 possible alignments we both fall in the center.

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Posted by on March 27, 2008 in Roleplaying


Where we came from. Where we are. Where we’re going.

Where did Honorus come from? He was of humble origin, a farmer originally. He and his wife, Effilda, lived a quiet existence in the sunny fields of Westfall. He counted amongst his neighbors the Furlbrows and the Jansens. But the world changed, the wars came, and he was one of the farmers driven from his land by the Defias Brotherhood.

The world didn’t need farmers then as much as it needed the means to survive. Freedom isn’t free, and Honorus was prepared to fight for freedom, for his land stolen by the Defias, and fight against the greater threat, that of the enslavement or destruction sought by the Scourge.

Leaving his wife behind in Stormwind, their new home, he journeyed to Elwynn Forest to enlist in the army.

Basic training went quickly, and he soon graduated from the training at the Cathedral in Northshire. Level 06 and ready for the world.

His wife Effilda followed him not long after. It’s a hard enough world, and where one might make a small difference, two can make even more. She enlisted, as a mage, and he returned to Elwynn to help her. This time both left Northshire to fight the battles in the world. Effilda, a mage, and Honorus a more seasoned level 25.

And now, as soldiers for Stormwind City, Honorus and Effilda, both coming into their prime at level 40, riding in defense of the Human race against the evils of our time.


Posted by on April 8, 2007 in Roleplaying, Screenshots


My name is dead.

Like a coin spent on tavern wine. Though hard metal of manufactured essence, it disappears into nothing more than Port that is imbibed, a moment of lingering flavor, then nothing.

Or wax. Melting, feeding a glow, but before dawn, all that wax, the cotton wick, and the glow itself, are gone.

My name is dead.

But it is irrefutable that I have an origin. For here I stand. And so I take the name of my origin, Arbanville, a small estate once north of Andorhol, now lost forever. A victim of the wars, of the Scourge, of circumstance. Like me.

My name is Darbanville.

I choose to remember nothing before the time dear Zauber roused me from my torpor. Aye, like most of you, I was awakened by the Dark Lady, in her bid of usurping power for herself. But being awake is not living.

Zauber, a stranger to me before then, found me, lying lost in the Undercity Inn, and whispered these odd words (I recall them so clearly) to me:

“My lady d’Arbanville, you look so cold tonight. Your lips feel like winter, your skin has turned to white, … your skin has turned to white.

“My lady d’Arbanville why does it grieve me so? But your heart seems so silent. Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low?”

Those words uplifted me, and gave me purpose. Not so much the words as those whose lips uttered them. So that I now know I have enough life to tell you, Zauber, and the rest of you, and the Dark Lady herself, “This rose will never die.”

Sealed: LdA

(Lines from the lyrics of Cat Steven’s Lady D’Arbanville.)

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Posted by on October 25, 2006 in Roleplaying


Msaker’s address to Dark Ministry. A backstory.

(Dark Ministry of Kirin Tor is: “A ministry established by the sovereign government of Sylvanas Queen to ease the great burdens of administration. Like any bureaucracy, the Dark Ministry seeks to grow not only in size, but also in power and influence over the Horde to further it’s mysterious aims. “)


Allow me a moment to address you.

My name is Msaker. I am a Warrior. I was given this name because as an infant I spurned the usual food of babies and thrived instead on meat. The name means “The Carnivorous” in some ancient language. My father, from lost Draenor, was an educated man, and he had a sense of humor. My companion is the Shaman you know as Droonda.

We are Orcs, born in the internment camps of Lordaeron. Though born into captivity at the hands of the Humans, we are free today because of one man, Thrall, and his vision of a free Orcish people. Free physically from the bondage imposed on our race by the Humans, but also free from the demonic pact with Mannoroth, we joined with him in search of a better place to call home. We found that in Durotar. It is a better place than a slave pen, but not the perfect place. Not for us.

We too were influenced by the ideas and philosophies of the Warsong and Frostwolf Clans. I hold that these Clans, and their ideas, are the true representatives of our people. Look to these Clans to see the nobility in the Orcish spirit. Do not look at the Orcs still possessed by Mannoroth, or twisted into nefarious beings by false leaders, as true Orcish people. They remain corrupted, race traitors, and cursed.

I follow the combat principles of the Warsong which holds Honor to be the highest principle. Droonda has aligned herself to the shamanistic Frostwolf, and embraces the elements like a fish does water. It has become her … nature. Together we try to uphold the innate honor and nobility of our people and the clans.

Droonda is strong and steady. She is of our people. She has recovered some of the graces our people previously possessed. She is … true.

I… I am weak. My eyes, it pains me to admit, even to myself, retain a red coloration, a mad look, a cursed stain left by our people’s past possession by Mannoroth. I will use it though; I use this … curse, when I must, in the form of rage against the wicked, as anger against those who would shame our Honor. They gave me a strong weapon with which I will smite them, and all our enemies. But my heart, I am sure, I hope, I fervently pray, is true.

But we apparently differ with Thrall. Perhaps he is happy in Kalimdor, content to be settled in the city of rocks and stone and timber. For I see no Orcish legions marching on the Dark Portal to return home to Draenor. They appear too settled in Orgrimmar and its outlying villages to bother with the march. Have they capitulated to circumstance? Perhaps. I will leave them if they are happy.

I believe, however, that we Orcish people can have it better yet. Blessed with freedom, blessed with a home, that is fine. It is better than what we had not long ago. But we wish to be blessed with a heritage as well. With roots. I will defend Orcish honor to the death. But I also will not stop seeking the best life for Droonda and I. Nor becoming the best we might be, or discovering at least what that might be.

We will aid you, the members of the Dark Ministry that have taken us in, and your cause. We do so for several reasons. You too fight for a goal that we share, and that is eliminating the Scourge, the enemy common to all. We respect that. We also understand that you will soon venture into the Outlands and there are good reasons not to make such journeys alone. We stand ready to fight by your side through to the other side. And in our past, while questing in the neighborhood of Brill, outside of the Undercity, we met and befriended a young Forsaken lady known as Zauberin. She has been associated with you for as long as she has been … afflicted. Her story was a sad one, and we felt, being a race also cursed once, perhaps still cursed beyond what we will ever know, a great empathy with her. We are all cursed, and we all wish salvation, redemption, and purpose. We will stand with you and we shall strive together.

And while on the parallel paths of our strivings together, if Droonda and I reach the Outlands, then we will take that opportunity to seek a further goal of ours. And that is to find our home, to find that place where we, as Orcs, truly belong. Where our nobility is retained, or at least remembered. We will return to Draenor looking for ourselves, for what we should have been, and perhaps what we might be again.

- Msaker, Affiliate of the Frostwolf and Warsong Clans, Disciple, by your grace, of Dark Ministry

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Posted by on October 13, 2006 in Roleplaying


What’s in a name? How I named my (currently held) alts.

Kinless, semi-retired, Night Elf Hunter, Argent Dawn (RP): I actually picked this name for him because seeing a hunter was supposed to be a solitary sort, and it was my first WoW character, and I knew noone on the server, and it had this melancholic tone about it. Kinless, without kin. Blizzard’s name police actually changed it on me. To something random looking starting with an A. They invited me to respond, and so I did. I cited the use of epithet’s throughout history as my precedent. Longshanks for Edward I of England. Longsword for William, Duke of Normandy (the Conqueror’s greatgrandfather). So they restored the name. A little later he got an invite to a guild called, ironically, The Kindred. It was fitting but in his retirement he’s since become Kinless again.

Darkhand, semi-retired, Night Elf Rogue, Frostmane (PvP): This was a rogue. He’s a Night Elf. Darkhand. What else could it have been? I’d pulled him out of his retirement once to go solo the Deadmines. As I was riding there I got a whisper. “I hate you.” “Huh?” “You stole my name.” “No, I’ve had this for six months now.” “Jerk. That was my name.” /ignore (some dwarf thing).

Bohemond, semi-retired, Human Paladin, Frostmane (PvP): Crusader name for a Paladin. I was actually whispered in-game saying it was a good name. Bohemond was a legendary giant. Mark, son of Robert Guiscard, Duke of Apulia, and of the Hauteville dynasty of Normans, later become known as Bohemond.

Darkhoof, active, Tauren Shaman, Smolderthorn (PvP): I left Darkhand on Frostmane and created a Horde character on Smolderthorn. Darkhand became Darkhoof so my friends would recognize me. In keeping with the name he’s got a black coat of fur and black horns. I gave him the pleasant face, blue eyes, and he does not wear the nose ring of the subjugated cow.

Oddity, active, Orc Warrior, Smolderthorn (PvP): An Orc. What kinds of names did they have? Thrall. Gazz. Zugzug. All so brutishly simple. But Orcs weren’t always the brutes as we know them as today. They came from Draenor, another planet. Wait, he’s an alien. A space alien from another planet.

This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

Space Oddity – David Bowie.

So I gave him purple hair, he’s got a Tuxedo in the bank, and I gave him the most reasonable Orc face I could. He’s a bit of, if you’ll allow me, an Oddity.

Darbanville, semi-active, Undead Priest, Smolderthorn (PvP):

My Lady D’Arbanville,
Why do you grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent
Why do you breathe so low,
Why do you breathe so low?

I loved you my Lady,
Though in your grave you lie
I’ll always be with you
This rose will never die,
This rose will never die.

My Lady D’Arbanville – Cat Stevens

Yes, I made an character to use the name I loved from the song. I even managed to get her a rose.

Morticai, active, Undead Warrior, Kirin Tor (RP): The undead was human once. They have all sorts of human names. Morticai uses Mort, for death, so Morticai just seems to be a natural name for a dead guy.

Mortiangelo, semi-active, Undead Priest, Kirin Tor (RP): In my backstory, he’s Morticai’s brother. Both took new names after succumbing to the plague. Originally they were Caius and Angelos (Emperors of Rome and Byzantium) since their father was a bit of a fantasy buff and there was this Empire once upon a time founded on the shores of a vast sea in the middle of the earth. (Get it?) Morti-angelo also sounds a little like Angel of Death.

Makeda, semi-active, Troll Hunter, Kirin Tor (RP): Makeda, the name of the Queen of Sheba who had relations with King Solomon of the bible. I wanted to make a Troll Hunter. The guys are just so gosh darn ugly. The women though have a nice exotic look to them. Orange eyed, orange haired, the least tusky of the race. Exotic like the Queen of Sheba. Makeda was made.

Greenclaw, active, Night Elf Druid, Kirin Tor (RP): The Druids are all about the Emerald Dream. Emerald = Green. Feral spec’d Druid for soloing goodness. Greenclaw. Too, most elves have a fanciful first name and then a very nature feature sounding last name. Whisperwind. Silvermoon. Etc. So Greenclaw is actually a better last name than first.

Freewind, active, Night Elf Warrior, Kirin Tor (RP): Again, in keeping with Elven naming I struggled to find something that involved a pale moonlike movement. Wind had to be in the name. We arrived at Freewind. It turns out there’s also a song that kind of fits.

The howling wildwind blows, eternal freedom calls
Its soul is running free from care
Its spirit’s wild and free flowing in the wind
The taste of freedom’s in the air

Freewind Rider – Running Wild

He’s darker skinned with white hair tied back in a pony tail. (Warrior chic.) His wife, Itarilde, a Druid, is pale with the same brilliant white hair. (Her name from Tolkien, meaning something along the lines of “Shining Bright.”)

Procyona, active, Night Elf Hunter, Kirin Tor (RP): This is my hunter elf. She’s a loner, as most hunters are.

Her name was inspired by my wife wanting to reserve Halcyon for her Blood Elf (when the day comes.) Halcyon is either a Kingfisher bird, or the state of being calm and restful (as in a nesting Kingfisher who’s magic has calmed stormy waters.) I thought it was the name of a star.

So I thought of Procyon, which is the name of a star. And it meant, I looked it up after thinking of it, “before the dog.” Procyona was the feminization of it.

PROCYON (Alpha Canis Minoris). The eastern anchor of the Winter Triangle, Procyon is the luminary of Canis Minor, the smaller dog, and at magnitude zero (0.34) is the sky’s eighth brightest star. At a distance of only 11.4 light years, it is the 14th closest star system, which largely explains its brightness. The Greek name means “before the dog,” as in northern latitudes the star rises before Sirius, the “Dog Star,” and its constellation Canis Major, announcing their quick arrival.

Sounds like a great name for a hunter. Now I need to get out and tame Timber, the white wolf that prowls the lake outside of Iron Forge. (But first I need to reach level 10!)

Lastly, I reserved the name Kaelcyan for my Blood Elf character. It’s close enough to Halcyona (since Halcyon had already been reserved), and the Kael- prefix is typical Blood Elf. Cyan is the color that’s kind of blue.

SO, as you can see, I do put a little thought into the names I’ve chosen. Sometimes the name comes quick and it’s the character that follows. But I’ve got a reason for each.

I so hate seeing names like “Idontheal” on an RP server. Or “Generalpain” or “WTFPwndjoo” on the PvP servers. Yeah, my wife and I have been playful with names. We made a troll couple on Runetotem once. Gumbo (me) and Jumbalaya (her).

All I ask of the World of Warcraft gaming community: Spend more than 10 seconds on the name. Please? Oh, pretty please? Do you not care? You’re named Boiledbunny and you’re level 60? Why did you bother? Did the Playstation break and you had a spare 6 days?


Posted by on March 21, 2006 in Altism, Roleplaying


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