How did you choose your forum name?
#1
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:00
Here I did a simple thing, Linarc is, actually, Lina (my nickname) + R. C. (my surnames)
How did you choose yours?
#2
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:04
#3
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:04
#4
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:10
#5
Guest_Savagus_*
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:14
Guest_Savagus_*
#6
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:17
#7
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:20
#8
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:35
After 2000 years of searching, I found the great dragon buried under the Jotunheim was able to help me, but to get there, I had to first go through Valhalla and approach Odin with a letter of admission. He saw the wisdom in my quest and granted me passage through Jotun. When I arrived at my destination, the dragon was less than willing to cooperate.
We had a fight that shattered the underlying ground and after 200 years I grew weary and stopped the dragon with a word. The word was of such power that even the dragon had to bend under it and yield to my voice.
I asked it "What is in a name?" It told me that the solution to the quest I was upon was locked in time, not in space, because after a certain time would pass, a name would reveal it self to me.
I decided that, as old as I was, to find the furthest corner of the dark hidden mountains of Norway and sought refuge in their cold mountains. For over 3000 years I lay in hiding, biding my time until such a point the ice melted and I was released at long last. I traveled to the nearest civilization and wandered aimlessly for almost 150 years, before I stumbled over a creation of man, surviving even the gods that made them.
"The Lord of the Rings" was that work, but a human named J.R.R. Tolkien. I knew this wise sage had the advice I desired in a name and tried to seek him out, but my information was faulty and hard to trace. I only found his tombstone, revealing to me that his passing happened long after I stepped foot upon his lands.
I traveled back to my prison, hopeful that these cages could provide some solace to my mission. As I made my nest comfortable, a human in the guise of the Post Man, an anagram of a person past the point, came to me with an offering of his continued works, the secret project of the Silmarillion. In those tomes, I discovered a hidden play on verbs, the deeper meaning of language and what truly a name behold.
I named it after my nest, dark, in shadows, loyal to the quest I undertook, Mordaedil.
And that is how I got my name.
#9
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:40
#10
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:41
#11
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:48
FP!
#12
Guest_GraniteWardrobe_*
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 07:55
Guest_GraniteWardrobe_*
It's obvious, really.
#13
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:00
wow, you need to be praised for this story, good one, "Mordaedil's saga for his name"Mordaedil wrote...
6000 years ago, when the gods were still experimenting with titanium, I walked up to Zeus and asked "What is a name?" He told me I should spend my life trying for myself to discover what that is and I traveled to the Northern lands where I was asked "Who are you?" I replied "That is what I am here to find out."
After 2000 years of searching, I found the great dragon buried under the Jotunheim was able to help me, but to get there, I had to first go through Valhalla and approach Odin with a letter of admission. He saw the wisdom in my quest and granted me passage through Jotun. When I arrived at my destination, the dragon was less than willing to cooperate.
We had a fight that shattered the underlying ground and after 200 years I grew weary and stopped the dragon with a word. The word was of such power that even the dragon had to bend under it and yield to my voice.
I asked it "What is in a name?" It told me that the solution to the quest I was upon was locked in time, not in space, because after a certain time would pass, a name would reveal it self to me.
I decided that, as old as I was, to find the furthest corner of the dark hidden mountains of Norway and sought refuge in their cold mountains. For over 3000 years I lay in hiding, biding my time until such a point the ice melted and I was released at long last. I traveled to the nearest civilization and wandered aimlessly for almost 150 years, before I stumbled over a creation of man, surviving even the gods that made them.
"The Lord of the Rings" was that work, but a human named J.R.R. Tolkien. I knew this wise sage had the advice I desired in a name and tried to seek him out, but my information was faulty and hard to trace. I only found his tombstone, revealing to me that his passing happened long after I stepped foot upon his lands.
I traveled back to my prison, hopeful that these cages could provide some solace to my mission. As I made my nest comfortable, a human in the guise of the Post Man, an anagram of a person past the point, came to me with an offering of his continued works, the secret project of the Silmarillion. In those tomes, I discovered a hidden play on verbs, the deeper meaning of language and what truly a name behold.
I named it after my nest, dark, in shadows, loyal to the quest I undertook, Mordaedil.
And that is how I got my name.
also, 6000 years? You are quite old
#14
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:01
So far it looks like Mordaedil is the winner of this thread.
#15
Guest_Yenaquai_*
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:06
Guest_Yenaquai_*
...when this happens I just pick one of my own character's names. Yenaquai or short Yen or Yena is one I'm quite fond of, and so I chose her name.
#16
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:09
#17
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:14
At a certain point I started to use it also as my online name. It also seems that the name is strange enough that nobody else uses it. So far I've been able to use it in all forums I'm registrated on.
#18
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:25
#19
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:28
And 11 years later, I use it almost everywhere.
#20
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:34
And it's alliterative. (yes, I'm a geek
Modifié par Conall Cameron, 19 octobre 2009 - 08:35 .
#21
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:51
I kept it going here because it seemed like a good idea, not because I like it. It doesn't have anything to do with the set of names I use in most other places, either.
And Mordaedil definitely has the best story yet.
#22
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:53
Linarc wrote...
wow, you need to be praised for this story, good one, "Mordaedil's saga for his name"Mordaedil wrote...
6000 years ago, when the gods were still experimenting with titanium, I walked up to Zeus and asked "What is a name?" He told me I should spend my life trying for myself to discover what that is and I traveled to the Northern lands where I was asked "Who are you?" I replied "That is what I am here to find out."
After 2000 years of searching, I found the great dragon buried under the Jotunheim was able to help me, but to get there, I had to first go through Valhalla and approach Odin with a letter of admission. He saw the wisdom in my quest and granted me passage through Jotun. When I arrived at my destination, the dragon was less than willing to cooperate.
We had a fight that shattered the underlying ground and after 200 years I grew weary and stopped the dragon with a word. The word was of such power that even the dragon had to bend under it and yield to my voice.
I asked it "What is in a name?" It told me that the solution to the quest I was upon was locked in time, not in space, because after a certain time would pass, a name would reveal it self to me.
I decided that, as old as I was, to find the furthest corner of the dark hidden mountains of Norway and sought refuge in their cold mountains. For over 3000 years I lay in hiding, biding my time until such a point the ice melted and I was released at long last. I traveled to the nearest civilization and wandered aimlessly for almost 150 years, before I stumbled over a creation of man, surviving even the gods that made them.
"The Lord of the Rings" was that work, but a human named J.R.R. Tolkien. I knew this wise sage had the advice I desired in a name and tried to seek him out, but my information was faulty and hard to trace. I only found his tombstone, revealing to me that his passing happened long after I stepped foot upon his lands.
I traveled back to my prison, hopeful that these cages could provide some solace to my mission. As I made my nest comfortable, a human in the guise of the Post Man, an anagram of a person past the point, came to me with an offering of his continued works, the secret project of the Silmarillion. In those tomes, I discovered a hidden play on verbs, the deeper meaning of language and what truly a name behold.
I named it after my nest, dark, in shadows, loyal to the quest I undertook, Mordaedil.
And that is how I got my name.
also, 6000 years? You are quite old
I agree! That's a worthy story! Having to wait 6 millenium for your name musta been a major hassle!
Edit: Self-moderating my reply after spotting dissatisfaction with the quality of my reply.
Modifié par Tyrax Lightning, 20 octobre 2009 - 04:53 .
#23
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 08:55
#24
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 09:00
#25
Posté 19 octobre 2009 - 09:07
I don't feel very creative right now




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