When I started my rogue, Seenah, it was a challenge I gave myself. After months of my husband hearing me say “pshh you think that [insert alt he was playing at here]‘s hard…roll a priest!” he did. His main was and still is, a rogue. So, what’s good for the gander is good for the goose, and I rolled my rogue. Again. I’d had at least three that never made it to level 10.  This one would be different. But she’d never achieve what I did on my druid, afterall, she was just an alt, an experiment, a toon that leveled from 20-30 only through refer a friend levels granted from another account. But once she hit 30, and had a mount…well, I thought, maybe she’d get to outlands, and even 70.

She was 68 when WOTLK released, and leveled to 72 that month. Where she sat. Because I’d hit a wall. I was subtlety, I adored that spec for 72 levels. However Northrend presented me with a challenge. frequent multiple mob situations. So many times I’d get overwhelmed, and have to vanish, only to try again, and either have to blow cooldowns to vanish again, or die trying. Finally, my husband, tired of my flailing and wailing, suggested I try combat. I did, close quarters (daggers/fist) specced. In no time, she was 77, then flying, then (thanks to a very kind DK) flying quickly, and poof! level 80 was here.

But who cares about gear. She’s just an alt. An experiment. An alt to be my engineer. Right? I tried to convince myself of that. I really did. But I found myself grabbing weapons off the AH, being mindful of what quests would net the best rewards. I was browsing Atlas Loot looking at rep factions and rewards. I was healing in groups, and watching the rogues’ rotations in recount, and admiring their damage.  I found myself browsing BoE’s and the best items I could get outside raids. I found a few heroic drops that would be nice. And then…I found myself wanting to run things with her.

I once said, in a TNB interview, my rogue was my favorite alt. But then I fell in love with my hunter for a while. Now…I found, as far as being a DPS class, I’d rather play this rogue than use my druid’s dual spec, or play my hunter at all.

As of today, Seenah has reached over 3k Attack Power, 27% Crit, and hit the poison hit cap. She’s also…gotten some nice new clothes. No seriously, have you SEEN some of these things they make us wear? Pants. Oh lord the pants. They looked like  they were stitched together using leftover parts of pants that didn’t survive the plague! I am NOT obsessed with pants. I’m NOT. But ewww! Would YOU want to wear the outfit pictured below. I mean we have the pants of epic ugly, and the tabard of make me look fat, and those boots…dear lord.

Or, suck up to the Argent Crusade for a while til you reach exalted, and can ditch the tabard, and the Frenzyhearts, and come out dressed like this…

Notice the slimming tabard, the plusher boots, and the much more rogue like pants. Why are they more rogue like? Well simple…throwing daggers strapped to the thighs, and ankles!

They say the clothes make the man…well in this case, the Rogue. That doesn’t make me obsessed, it makes me aware of my appearance, as a professional. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. And, I’m sticking to this rogue. She’s got me hooked.

I’m pretty happy with her armory, considering she only just hit 80 last week.  Special thanks for that main hand weapon going to Big Birch Butt Blogger for healing that Heroic CoS Run and to the awesome Mrs Bear, who didn’t know it but inspired me to be better! And my other awesome guildies for being so patient with the newb 80 rogue learning how to do the group thing. I’d have never gotten up the nerve to try groups on her without the encouragement. And of course to Sonare, from Mythos on Draenor…without whom, she would have been abandoned in her early teens. Had he not appeared with two goblin screwdrivers, and a bunch of advice.

And i’m not obsessed with pants. I’m not. I swear. Stop LOOKING at me! NO! You’re wrong! The voices in my head are beautiful!