MELLOWMARROW
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So what's the deal?
I'm Mellowmarrow, a Rogue player. You can find information about me here. I go around, terrorizing and causing havoc among my enemies. I often video-record my encounters, and post them for others to see. Think of me as Ashton Kutcher with ADD.
A common mistake that people make about me, is that I'm showing off. I admit right upfront, I am an attention/affection whore, and that's why I enjoy doing what I do. However, it's not my goal to impress via skill or gear (If I do impress you, it's simply a bonus). What I try to do is entertain and amuse. I'll find random puns to throw into my videos, or attempt to murder my victims in creative ways. I do what I can, and I enjoy doing it.
Why should I care?
You're reading this webpage on your own accord, not mine. If you don't care, ask yourself why you're here.
Why do you do this?
Short version:
It amuses me.
TDLR; version: Warning, contains segments of life story, revert to short version immediately to preserve self-sanity.
After a long line of online games, I ended up playing Warcraft 3 for most of my highschool years, moreso after meeting a friend there who also played. This friend, older than me (And therefore graduating years before me), I could not see often due to commuting distance. He was within a reasonable distance, but not close enough to just call up for a random get-together.
When my friend switched from WC3 to WoW, I went with him. After a few rerolls and server hoppings, we finally settled on the Ursin server, him as Zeboim, the later-to-become-famous-serverwide Warlock, and myself, Kayleyna, Rogue (However soon rerolled Sillara, Mage, and taking them both to 60). We found refuge in a very homefelt guild named Seraphin (Later renamed Resurrection), spearheaded by the efforts of the famous Rogue, Happyminti (Foreshadowing? Maybe)
When the expansion hit, Resurrection was at a crossroads. The guild, which was entering Naxxramas for the first time, was suddenly faced with the raid downsizing (From 40-mans to 10 to 25-mans). Zeboim and I made the decision to make full use of the expansion, via making a new start. We rerolled on Darrowmere, Horde side. My friend sold his characters for money, and I deleted mine (To ensure I wouldn't have any incentive to go back).
He rolled Lunitari, a Blood Elf Mage. I rolled Mellowmarrow, the Undead Warlock. At level 23, I began to get a disliking for the Warlock class. See, core-deep, I'm a logical, perceptive person. I look at a chess board, a sequence of numbers, or a sentence, and I see things. I see calculations, I see possibilities, angles, and true meanings. I am not psychic (And henceforth not perfect) however this gives me a direct edge in certain scenarios. The Warlock class didn't fit the bill for me. I need to be able to manipulate my surroundings, and be swift in my movements. That's why I rerolled a Rogue.
A level 38, I followed in the footsteps of a famous Ursin Rogue, Griefer. I think it's kinda obvious what Griefer was known for doing. Personally, however, I took it a step further. With my consistant craving for attention and affection, I sought out releasing records of my encounters. It first started out as simple textual descriptions, then went to screenshots, then finally to video.
Months go by. In a brief e-mail from my friend, I am told that he feels I don't care for him, that he can't take it anymore, and that he hopes I enjoy the rest of my life. One thing that people don't seem to understand about me, is that (Similar to my class,) I do much of my work in the shadows. I care, but often either don't show it, or you don't recognize it. It's unfortunate, on my end, as I then get critisized like this for not caring. But eh, c'est la vie.
Something disturbed me about this e-mail he sent. He'd done this before, but he didn't seem all sensitive, hurt, and introverted this time, like the many times before. He seemed stern, certain, and progressive. It was this that made me take it a little more seriously.
Ever since the beginning of my playing with him, I stuck with him and played for him, as a way to spend time with him, since I couldn't do much so in real life. I used inverted psychology here: I play because I can be there with him, so if my purpose to play is gone, then I have no reason to play. This is when I made my "final" video, "Obituaries of the Obituaries", saying goodbye to my friends and fans before deleting my characters, and "forever" getting rid of this accursed game. He didn't seem to get the message. While the friendship is still "in tact", it seems fairly damaged on both ends, and beyond any immediate repair.
Time went by. For lack of better words, I got bored. I had nothing to do, really. I decided to come back to WoW, starting anew once again. The difference this time aroundAn internet friend had been bugging me for years to roll on his server, Dark Iron, so I figured this was just as good a reason as any. I rolled Healsforhugs, Undead Priest. Problem there was, I got bored of leveling. I contacted a GM, got Mellowmarrow (Undead Rogue) restored, and transfered him over.
Then, another random thought: Let's roll a Hunter! However, the Hunter has to be Night Elf, so I can Shadowmeld around, and at least have some feeling of swift manipulation, yes? Not really. Kahna convinced me to roll back on our server, Darrowmere, but this time Alliance side. The Hunter didn't go so well... rerolled to a Mage at level 35. I then rerolled that Mage at level 25, into a Human Rogue.
And that's what you get, my friends. Mellowmarrow - WotF + Perception + Boobs = Now.
...oh, and by the way? I look forward to hunting the Horde ;) Smile! You're on Fraps >:D
Why did you type all that out?
So I don't have to type it out another twenty times whenever people ask (Which has been fairly common). Don't get me wrong, I love you asking, and I love sharing, but typing gets tedious after a while :(