User:Alastor Dawnson

Many of you see me as the random Asshole who appeared one day in world 42. Of course, I'm just that; an asshole.

I started roleplay over 6 years ago in another MMORPG, in a community which receded from the "common rabble" and became its own community. A bunch of Seperatists. We called ourselves the "Dawnists" or the "Eosolumens" and we were VERY particular about our Roleplay. I had to learn more quickly about the rules of Roleplaying and every single finite detail than probably a good majority of World 42; and I did. It was learn or be sent off, and I am such a tryhard that I simply refused to leave because I struggled with the newfound homework. by the end of that year I had learned what takes some people 2 years to, and not without immense frustration.

I don't mix IC and OOC. Period. Even when it makes no sense in heaven or hell why I would continue doing something IC to most world 42'ers, I don't mix. I find it pathetic; and it was not how I learned to Roleplay. If my character is given more than enough reason to hunt a person to the ends of the earth and brutally torture and kill them, EVEN IF they are THE WORST Roleplayer in World 42, I will do it. At times, this can drive me to rage. Yes, I rage. A lot. Too much by some people's standards. Even when I'm not raging I cuss more than some people care to see. Your best bet is to just ignore me/back down because I don't do that myself. I apologize ahead of time for any immensely hurtful things I say, though if you think this apology is sincere then you have yet to learn everything about me.

So by now you have probably asked "Why did you do all that you mentioned in your first paragraph, Alastor? You sound like a friggin' idiot." The answer is quite simple, really. Loyalty. You earn my loyalty and my respect and I will follow you to the depths of hell and back. I will not abandon you until you abandon me. This is the primary reason for the amount of time I slaved away for the Dawnists. Their leader was someone I respected and admired above most everyone; I was loyal to him. Not to the group. But as of 2014, he, and the Dawnists, are gone. I'm filled with nostalgia of the Roleplays and Communites of the past; when I roleplay I am easily dissatisfied. Many would think it is due time for me to take a new path and quit roleplaying. But as mentioned before... I'm a tryhard. I don't give up easily. If there was nothing left I wouldn't be Roleplaying still. Don't get me wrong; Roleplay's absolute shit nowadays. But there's that glimmer of hope, and I'll do my part. I never was meant to be a "leader" or a "follower" or even an "advisor" or "mentor", though I would follow my friends to the depths of hell.

To me, if Roleplay altogether died out, whether it be a good or horrible ending, whether it was a joyous event or a memory filled with tears, I would care little. Kingdoms rise and fall. Everything mortal fades with time. But in time everything will come full circle; just because it dies out altogether does not mean one day it will return.

So, as a recap, I am one of the last remaining people who "Remember the Dawnists" so to speak. I go from Roleplay to Roleplay searching for that "perfect substitute" for a community I loved that's now gone away. I have arrived at an imperfect community called World 42, with many roleplayers fighting over convoluted, corrupted opinions, fighting over nonexistent power, fighting over control, dominance, being the hero and most of all... Being King. They are of mixed logic, but most all desire "Glorious Roleplay" and few desire to stoop low as to be a farmer. Even I myself am guilty of this after being in RSRP for a time. I hold an immense nostalgia of what once was in Roleplay, as well as a deep-rooted rage and hatred.

If you want me to change my personality, then you are wasting your time telling me what I already know. If you want to befriend me, then prove you are willing to understand. If you want to push me down... Then expect me to drag you down with me. I have no remorse for the things I do to people, and my hate only fuels my resolve. The more I want vengeance, the more hateful I become, the less chance you have of sending me away from your community. Keep that in mind next time you try to tear me down due to your "justified" hate; you may end up destroying your own reputation.