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A note for CR AU applications
Ruby City does allow previous game history/CR to be brought over on a case by case basis. If you want to include this in your application please add additional sections for PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT and PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY beneath the Personality and Background/History sections.

In these additional sections we would like to see a brief outline of your character's previous game history and how it potentially impacted on and altered their canon personality.


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[CANON] Grell Sutcliff || Kuroshitsuji || reserve || 2 of 2]

[personal profile] kissthegrell 2012-07-07 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
First Person:
The human world is boring and dirty enough. What’s a girl to do in a place like this?
[Grell took off a glove with his teeth and checked his perfectly manicured red nails. The communicator jiggles a bit as he does, then he stares back into the camera, addressing the network.]
William? William! I KNOW you’re watching this! It ISN’T FUNNY! I wasn’t that bad. Let me come home! You know, I can do all kinds of things to make it up to you.
[He gives a sly, sideways look into the camera, that’s clearly intended to be seductive. It’s not, it’s just creepy. Then, he shifts.]
WILLIAM! THIS IS AGAINST HR! I KNOW IT IS! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE! NOW COME AND GET ME THIS INSTANT!
Third Person: A train. Was there a train? Grell couldn’t remember. He thought there was a train, but he couldn’t be sure. He sat up on his elbows, then rose to his feet, pushing his flowing red hair away from his face. He surveyed the scene, only seeing fields… and the city. It was abandoned, or looked that way. He’s seen such things, after he and the boys cleaned up after a battle or a plague.
Grell chewed on his lower lip, jagged teeth leaving some blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.
“My punishments usually involve extra paperwork.” Grell said aloud. He put his hand on his hip, and began to scout his new surroundings.
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[CANON] Nepeta Leijon || Homestuck || Reserve || 1 of 2

[personal profile] sn33kyshipper 2012-07-07 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: TC/SkreeBat
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: tee.cee.art@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: kisekispitfire

CHARACTER
Name: Nepeta Leijon
Canon: Homestuck
Timeline: After she attacks Gamzee and is murdered by him.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A


Personality:
Your name is NEPETA LEIJON.

You live in a CAVE that is also a HIVE, but still mostly just a CAVE. You like to engage in FRIENDLY ROLE PLAYING, but not the DANGEROUS KIND. Never the DANGEROUS KIND. It's TOO DANGEROUS! Too many of your good friends have gotten hurt that way.

Your daily routine is dangerous enough as it is. You prowl the wilderness for GREAT BEASTS, and stalk them and take them down with nothing but your SHARP CLAWS AND TEETH! You take them back to your cave and EAT THEM, and from time to time, WEAR THEIR PELTS FOR FUN. You like to paint WALL COMICS using blood and soot and ash, depicting EXCITING TALES FROM THE HUNT! And other goofy stories about you and your numerous pals. Your best pal of all is A LITTLE BOSSY, and people wonder why you even bother with him. But someone has to keep him pacified. If not you, then who? Everyone has an important job to do.

Your trolltag is arsenicCatnip and :33 < *your sp33ch precedes itself with the face of your lusus who is pawssibly the cutest and purrhaps the bestest kitty you have ever s33n!*

What will you do?

- Nepeta’s introduction page.


At first glance of this young female troll, we come to notice certain general aspects which quickly take us into a variety of associations. For example, the large, beady eyes and the 3 shaped mouth with a pair of peeking fangs quickly remind us of hundreds and hundreds of pictures and characters of adorable cats and other feline creatures we find on the Internet. This, added and complemented with more feline references, such as the large, cat-head shaped hat and the blue tail poking out of her jacket all add up to a character that immediately reminds us of the silly cat-girl personas and internet memes, not to mention the furry community. However, although these things are, in fact, referenced along her story as silly cracks and jokes to keep the audience entertained, one must look past this to fully understand and enjoy Nepeta’s whole character.

There are several sides of her personality to analyze in order to get a proper picture. Starting with the general picture, Nepeta is a cheerful young troll girl, often caught indulging in amusing activities, such as roleplaying with her friends throughout the story, or maintaining her Shipping Wall, which is literally a wall on which she keep track of ships between her and her group of friends, may they be true and confirmed, or possible, or simply desired.
As a contrast, Nepeta enjoys other, different activities as well, such as hunting (which she does, using her own skills, much like a wild animal would), and wearing the pelts of her preys. This last part shows us how Nepeta isn’t simply a “cute little troll girl”, but also a strong, independent young lass who can take quite good care of herself, in the very least in terms of combat and defense.

As far as animalistic references go, Nepeta doesn’t simply find amusement in animal life; she lives as she is one of them, which, by itself, is a reference to her liking for roleplaying, in which she plays a two mouthed feline, reference to her Lusus, Pounce de Leon, to whom she shows great care and affinity, going as far as missing her once the troll’s session has moved along, made clear in a conversation with Rose, as Nepeta attempts to chat with Jaspersprite.
Nepeta lives in a cave-like hive, and it’s quite clear that her tales of hunts are taken from personal experience, as we can see from the animal corpses, blood (which she uses to paint her walls) and cave drawings scattered around her respiteblock.


Despite her life in a cave and her feral indulgences, Nepeta still maintains a healthy dose of personal relationship with the rest of the canon trolls, with some obvious preferences, but also some dislikes. The first one relationship we should look at is one of the main focuses in her story: Her relationship with Equius Zahhak, her moirail and what could be considered the major example of the pale flushed quadrant in the cannon plot. These two, despite their majorly contrasting personalities, show a major bond and great care, along with a deep mindset set on the responsibilities that moirails share: a guardianship, where a partner has to take care of the other. Equius is shown to be greatly protective of Nepeta, going as far as forcing her to play on his team in the troll’s Sgrub session, much to Nepeta’s frustration. Equius also shows to be majorly controlling of her and seems to put down her taste for roleplaying, but his fondness for the female troll is often shown and he tends to comply with her wishes at some points. Nepeta, on the other hand, call herself Equius’s pacifier, making it her job to calm down the violent Blueblood. She keeps up her playful demeanor with the “brutishly poised” troll, despite it not being well received at times (which also frustrates her at some points), but, as was mentioned before, she seems to be able to pacify Equius, and we are shown one of the closest bonds between characters, up until their very end, as shown by her shock in Equius’s murder and the manner in which she rashly attacks Gamzee with feelings of revenge.
Nepeta shows strong connections with a number of other characters as well. Starting with Karkat Vantas, towards whom she seems to have romantic/flushed feelings for, as shown in her Shipping Wall, both the cave and the lab versions; she also expresses this, although vaguely, in her conversation with Jaspersprite. It is understood that Karkat is aware of these feelings, despite not returning them; however, he seems to have a fondness for her, although it does not surpass the spectrum of friendship. Nepeta does not seem to be aware of Karkat’s knowledge of her feelings, but still chooses not to tell him (or anyone else but Jaspersprite, for that matter), due to shyness, fear of rejection, and fear of “making someone jealous” (heavily pointing towards Terezi, Karkat’s matesprit at the time and Nepeta’s friend).
Other trolls she shows a fondness for are Terezi, her roleplay partner with whom she seems to greatly enjoy playing with, Tavros, who attempts to roleplay with her as well and with who seem to share a pleasant friendship, and Aradia, with whom she seems to get along with and who’s entrance in the Medium Nepeta was in charge of.
However, there are others who Nepeta does actively dislike. She expresses a dislike for Eridan, directly saying she doesn’t like him; she’s also apparently scared of Vriska, shown in her uncertainty when she attempts to roleplay with her and is taken back by the violent nature of Vriska’s animal persona.
In a general sense, Nepeta is of a greatly caring nature, striking (or attempting) a positive relationship with most characters and keeping up a great sense of loyalty, but not as much as to blind her to certain aspects that she may not approve or enjoy, making her definitely not a naive character.

Despite all of these aspects – her strength, her independence, her strive to soothe her strong moirail, her attempt of revenge for his death – we are often reminded that Nepeta is also a young girl, shown through a delightful, almost cheerfully naive demeanor at times, in an attempt to keep up high spirits when others seem to be unable to.

Nepeta has, therefore, a well-rounded personality that can be alluring to others, granted they keep on her good side, lest they win a young, cute but worthy opponent.


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Re: [CANON] Nepeta Leijon || Homestuck || Reserve || 2 of 2

[personal profile] sn33kyshipper 2012-07-07 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person:
[ The train rode quickly through the landscape, leaving a cloud of smoke on its way. To contrast with the loud noise made by the powerful wheels pulling the heavy carriages, these were empty and silent on the inside. One could walk down the eerily empty hallways and completely ignore the small figure kneeling on one of the seats, looking out the window with big, curious eyes.
She didn’t recall how she got there, when she got there; she wasn’t even sure where she was going. She simply woke up there, alone.
She tried to remember. How did she end up there? She could recall the laboratory and the meteor. Her friends. Her moirail. The honks.
Then everything went black.

In a glance, she noticed the train was approaching a city. She gasped and pressed her hands and nose on the glass, admiring the strange buildings protruding from the end of the fields. What was that? Where is she? Maybe there are some people there who can help her!

The train stopped once it reached the station, the young troll almost falling off her seat. She rushed down the hallway, out the door, into the platform, finally free and in open air, a welcomed breeze touching her hair and face, nose taking in the new smells, eyes darting around, looking at the new sights…and no one to welcome her. No one there at all, really.
She blinked and looked around, taking a couple of steps forward.
]

Hello?

[ No answer.
So the small feline—pardon, small troll, found herself in a completely new place. And what do you do when you find yourself in a completely new place you know nothing about?
That’s right!
Time for some exploring! :33
]



Third Person:
It was a quiet day in the park. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, not a cloud darkened the sky. Even the little critters made their way out of their burrows and nest and were enjoying a nice day in the warm sunlight. Look! You could even see a little bunnyrabbit , hopping away through the grass, most probably looking for some food to feed itself and its family. Just another day’s work for the small creature, same old same old. Sunrise, sunset.
But, little did it know, it was not a normal day. Oh no. In the nearby bushes, there she hid. The small troll hid away, watching the small critter with undying focus. Her eyes never straying, her senses sharpened, her rear up and wriggling as she prepared for the hunt.


“The mighty huntress watches the unsuspecting prey…” She apparently whispered to herself, with undying confidence.

The rabbit nibbled away at a patch of grass, and she moved forward. You can’t rush this sort of thing, you see; the little critters might not put up much of a fight, but they’re not stupid! They’re always keeping an eye out for trouble and danger. But they couldn’t see her. Never her. Not until it was too late. And, by then, she had won.

She started moving forward, so quiet, so stealthily, creeping up behind the small creature. She kept her head low and her steps slow. Her long years of experience (even though, technically, 6 sweeps aren’t necessarily a long amount of time, but let’s not saunter in details) had told her that good things come to those who wait. Most good things, she found, involved a nice chase and good meals.

“The long eared rodent, unaware of the danger, just ate away at the fresh, yummy grass. Hmm, how tasty it was! It didn’t even notice the roguish meowbeast sneaking up behind it, licking at her fangs as she-“

But it did notice. Before she could finish her self-inserted monologue, the rabbit raised its head and turned suddenly, staring at the strange new creature. Nepeta stopped in her tracks, holding her breath, in a quiet yet intense struggle of silent combat. They both stood in their places, staring at each other; you could cut the tension with a knife! But they couldn’t stay like that forever. Carefully, she tried to move forward, but before she could take a step, the rabbit took off at high speeds; Nepeta gasped, and quickly ran after the rodent. The chase was on.
They ran across the grass, through the bushes, pass the trees; in dashes, in sprints, in zigzags and in circles. Neither of them was giving up, and neither of them showed signs of exhaustion. She ran surprisingly fast in her hands and feet, for a bipedal creature; she could just barely keep up with the wild animal. Guess her feral instincts (as she might put it) took over, and she never, ever lost track of her target.

“The smaller animal was fast, but so was she! The huntress kept up her chase, determined to catch what would soon become her meal! She would never give up!! NEVER!!”

The two kept running, in a race for life or death. But there it was; the rabbit had almost reached its burrow. It made a sprint for its home, and the girl saw it. She wasn’t about to let her prey escape. She leaped high into the air, pouncing at the small furry creature—and she got it! Gripping its small body with her claws and biting its neck with her teeth, the pounce send them both tumbling through the grass. They hit a bush, and the animal still kicked a couple of times, but, eventually, it had to let go. It was finally quiet again, and the “mighty huntress” had won.
She panted a few times before a large, cat-like smile took over her face. She stood up, holding her soon-to-be meal in her bloodied fingers, making her way to whatever place she had chosen to reside in that new town.

“After a respectable chase, AC finally captures her prey, as was expected all along! No creature ever escaped her claws, and this time was no different! She carries her meal back to her cave, to take delight on the fresh meat.”

To end her silly ramble, she giggled, sinking her fangs into the furry hide, setting herself back on her hands and feet (or paws!) and rushing back to her shelter, satisfied with the productive day of hunting.
Edited 2012-07-07 14:00 (UTC)
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Elizabeth | Persona 3 | Reserved

[personal profile] scarysister 2012-07-07 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Tracy
Personal Journal: [profile] yeshallbasgods
E-mail: within_eternal_dreams@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: turbotracy14

CHARACTER
Name: Elizabeth
Canon: Persona 3 FES/Portable
Timeline: A couple years after she’s left the Velvet Room (So technically during P4, when her sister mentions her)
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality:

(Elizabeth is from the male play-through, all dates completed.)

To start, Elizabeth is woefully naïve to the world of the protagonist (Minato) and takes many things too seriously. She’s also completely oblivious to many social customs and often leaps before looking. This doesn’t apply entirely to everyday life though, merely new experiences of which there are many since she doesn’t live within Minatos’ realm. In the Velvet Room, she behaves responsibly and keeps to her duties in serving as Keeper of the Compendium and as Igor’s assistant, though not as diligently as her little brother. Even after all the ‘dates’ she goes on, she continues her duty in the Velvet Room instead of pursuing a potential relationship with Minato.

She’s constantly cheerful, finding joy and fascination in even the most simple of tasks… Like putting almost one million yen into three water fountains to make a wish. And then forgetting to make a wish, it was that exciting for her, literally. This also implies that she’s very generous. She doesn’t easily believe something is superstition alone, assuming that the coin offers that others made were not sufficient enough to pique the “fountain spirits” interest.

Elizabeth tends to be quite empathetic as well, comforting Aigis after Minato is gone and the android is still grieving. It’s not clear in ‘The Answer’ about Elizabeth’s feelings, in fact it’s not shown at all (since it can be played independently from ‘The Journey’) but she was grieving as well since she had come to love Minato.

She also sought desperately to find the true meaning to her life, something that she was destined to do since the moment she set foot in the Velvet Room, as are all guests and residents of the mysterious room. Elizabeth went so far as to ask Minato to fight her at the top of the (bonus) dungeon, Monad. She was defeated however, something only her sister had only ever been capable of doing, and did not find the answer she was seeking. She did learn, however, that only she can find the answer to her life and was still quite thankful, presenting Minato with one of her prized possessions: a bookmark, again showing her generosity and the depth of her feelings towards him.

The young attendant isn’t at all shy, having no problems with starting to dance in the middle of public and grew excited at the thought of karaoke or the arcade and even attempts to convince her master to turn the Velvet Room into a club.

And she definitely lacks a clear understanding of our world, assuming that escalators test a persons wits and pitfalls test a persons strength. Like her brother, she can tell the secret ingredients in food just by the smell… And then takes the saleslady for the takoyaki seriously when she claims that the food will “-make you smile so wide, your cheeks will fall off!” and assumes normal citizens can’t buy takoyaki very easily. She then proceeded to take Minato around to every food place in Iwatodai Strip Mall and eat more than seven meals, ending up surprised when she found out he couldn’t handle so many meals.

On a date to the Naganaki Shrine, Elizabeth discovered the slide and jungle gym there and thought that the playground equipment worked as a way to teach children how the world works. And then ended up getting stuck in the jungle gym and attempting to balance on a bar. She learned just how much fun she could have, especially when with Minato.

Mostly, she just looks too deeply into things and attempts to make them seem more important a task or event than it actually is during her first forays into the world of Minato and the rest of SEES and she learned a lot, glad for each one and likening them to valuable gems. Mentioned earlier, she’s naïve to the ways of the protags worlds, but she claims to be quite aware of the meaning behind going into a young mans room with him.

First Person:

Oh. This is different. It’s certainly not where I was going, this place won’t help me at all.

I’ll have to go back, I won’t be able to free him--

[She pauses as she takes note of the watch.]

Well, what have we here? A watch?

Hmm… I don’t recall watches ever doing this before. Such a quaint little device. Is anyone watching this video?

Third Person:

“Persona!” Elizabeth shouted, smashing a card drawn from a thick tome. Nebiros, the general of Hell, heeded the call of the golden eyed woman and attack the looming figure of Erebus. Behind it, a stone figure was suspended in the air, the soul of the young man she had come to release. The danger to herself was minimal, Theodore and Margaret could assist Master Igor if anything were to happen to her.

Nobody could help Minato though. So long as Erebus attempted to make contact with Nyx, Minato could never be freed. And Erebus would never stop existing. There had to be an alternative, some Persona that could seal Erebus as well.

“I won’t let you hurt him! Even if I must spend an eternity fighting you!” She spent so long trying to get here, to help him. She left her duties as attendant in the Velvet Room for this task. She held her own, well enough, against Margaret once. She could handle Erebus for a time, bond her powers with those of Minato’s friends to save him.

And then a thought struck her. What if… She gave her own soul to act as a seal, if that didn‘t work? It would free him, exactly as she had set out to do. As much as she had come to care for him, it was a risk she was willing to take. Otherwise, she would act as a second seal with him, if he could not be freed.
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[CANON] Glitch/Ambrose | Tin Man | No Reserve | 1/1

[personal profile] zipperhead 2012-07-07 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Ri
Personal Journal: [personal profile] resplendentri
E-mail: cheetah1090@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: JoyBringer5002 on AIM

CHARACTER
Name: Glitch
Canon: Syfy’s Tin Man
Timeline: Right after he, Raw, and Cain are rescued by Jeb and the rebels, but before Toto shows up to tell them that DG is in trouble
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a

Personality:
If Glitch is one thing, it is loyal. You could say that it comes from being brainless, but that would be to sell Ambrose quite short. His brain was removed in the first place because he was so loyal to the queen that he refused to give up information on the Sun Seeder even under torture. He destroyed the only blueprints to his greatest creation and stood up to Azkadellia even when he knew that the cause was lost. In addition, his loyalty to the queen is never questioned – in the Northern Palace, he is present in the portrait of the royal family on the wall. He was the queen’s most beloved and trusted advisor, second only to Ahamo and her daughters in her esteem and affection. After his brain is removed, he still shows remarkable loyalty. To have Glitch as your friend is to have a powerful and loyal ally, even if he isn’t always the brightest bulb in the drawer. He pulls Cain from the water after Cain is shot in the royal palace; he and Cain rescue DG and Raw from Azkadellia’s castle; and he, Cain, and Raw come running when Toto tells them that DG is in trouble at the Gray Gale.

Of DG’s three boys, and of the denizens of the O.Z., Glitch is definitely the most cheerful. He sees the world with an almost childlike sense of wonderment at times, such as when he’s easily entertained by the woman with 8 arms, or when he finds himself examining gadgets. This is a trait that gets him into trouble often, and is even pointed out by Cain, who refers to it as his “wide-eyed optimism.” That isn’t exactly the best term for it, however it certainly seems apt when compared to the incredibly cynical and war-worn Cain, or the skittish and fearful Raw. Glitch is the one who is guaranteed to side with DG on the “bright side” of any disagreement among the group. He’s almost bitterly optimistic at times, confronting Cain’s “bad attitude” on a regular basis with heated disagreement.

He is also stubborn and candid. When he’s set on something, he is dead set on it and he will argue you into the ground. This, in addition to his candor, combines with the previously mentioned traits of loyalty and optimism, not always to his benefit. However, it’s what helps him keep a sunny outlook despite the chronic cynicism of Cain and the terrible circumstances of the O.Z. in general. He is not afraid to tell you how he feels. Among the things that were apparently excised when his brain was removed was any trace of a brain to mouth filter. He’ll break awkward silences and derail conversations with non-sequitur statements. He’s better about this, by the canon point that he’s taken from, but as time goes on in the city he might regress a little.

Despite the fact that Glitch is missing his brain, he still manages to be quite witty and clever. Frequently throughout the course of the series, it’s Glitch who takes up the mantle of exposition fairy. At times, it seems like the facts that he’s able to recall are random, although they’re always relevant. For instance, when he is able to recall the scientific abbreviation and number of Mauretanium on the Ozian periodic table. Other important information, he is unable to recall, like the exact nature of the sun seeder that he developed or the real name of the queen who he served so faithfully (or his own name, for that matter, his identity as Ambrose wasn’t known until Raw delved into the memories that had been repressed by Azkadellia’s medcoats).

Although he isn’t going to say no to taxing his brain (or what’s left of it) for people he cares about, and even though he considers himself a “Thinker”, Glitch is also very, very proud of his sense of rhythm. Rhythm, he says, comes from the soul. Before his brain was removed, he was apparently a very talented dancer. After his brain was removed, he’s still implied to be a talented dancer, but more importantly he’s also revealed to be an insanely skilled martial artist. He is truly a deep well.

First Person:
[When he steps off the train and onto the platform, the first thought in his head is that he has no idea where he is. The second thought in his head is that he doesn’t feel like he’s supposed to be alone right now, but he can’t exactly remember where he’s supposed to be, either. He sticks his hand in his pocket and feels something small, cold, and circular. Pulling it out, it’s a small watch attached to a chain. At least on first glance.

Pressing buttons reveals a screen that comes to life with a burst of static, startling him.]


Hello? Can anyone hear me? The name’s Glitch, and I... Oh cripes, I don’t think I’m in the O.Z. anymore.

Cain? Raw? ...DG? Has anyone seen my friends around here, maybe? Last I remember, we... well, I think we were in the woods.

Third Person:
Trains were a thing that were fairly uncommon in the O.Z. They were used primarily to transport goods, not people, so when Glitch fell asleep and awoke in the relative comfort of a rolling metal behemoth, he was a little disturbed and put off. Particularly because the last thing that he remembered, he had fallen asleep in the forest. Worry seized him as the train rolled into a thick fog.

“DG? Cain? Raw?” he called, standing up and bracing himself against the seat as he moved frantically around the compartment. He went to the door and all but pressed his face up against the glass, trying to discern something in the fog. He didn’t need a brain to figure out that he was alone in the compartment. Finally, the train started to slow down, and buildings rose out of the fog. Buildings not like any he’d ever seen before. As the train screeched to a halt in front of the platform, Glitch didn’t really need a nudge to stumble out of the car.

“DG?” he called louder, glancing around. “Cain?” Maybe they were stuck in another compartment. “Raw?” But he remained just as alone as ever.

Whatever had happened to him, his friends were missing. And if they were being held in this place, then it was up to him to find them. He pulled up short in front of a poster on the wall of the station.

“Ruby City,” he read aloud. His eyes scanned over the rest of the notice, as his hand slipped to his pocket and pulled out the little device. He looked down at it, cold and heavy in his hand. “What a funny little thing.” Curious shaking, then flipping it open and fiddling with it.
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Re: ACCEPTED

[personal profile] scarysister 2012-07-08 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
You guys did it early I'm so happy and I love you mods!
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Wyatt Cain || Tin Man || no reserve || 1 of 3

[personal profile] tinstarheart 2012-07-08 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Otter
Personal Journal:
[personal profile] literarysupplanter
E-mail: riversideotter[a]gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc:
riversideotter[a]gmail.com (AIM and MSN), [plurk.com profile] OtterRiverside


CHARACTER

Name: Wyatt Cain
Canon: Tin Man.
Timeline: Just after Cain locks Zero in the tin suit, after being rescued by the rebel forces.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?:This is my first Character.
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Wyatt Cain || Tin Man || no reserve || 2 of 3

[personal profile] tinstarheart 2012-07-08 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Personality:
Wyatt Cain is a man of principles, which is how he had managed to become one of the OZ’s elite tin man, who was honoured with a position within the mystic man’s personal guard. As such, Cain is disciplined, authoritative, proficient in weapons, and is very used to being obeyed when an order was given. Cain is also a family-man.

Or at least was. He had a loving wife and a beautiful son. As the cruel princess Azkadelia stole her mother’s throne, Cain was one of many who had joined the resistance against her due to his strong belief in justice. While it appears that Cain had a strong background in the resistance for quite a while, he was inevitably discovered which caused one of Azkadelia’s men, Zero, to confront Cain. Zero and his contingent of long coats severely beat Wyatt Cain and stole his wife and child. What is most cruel about this is that they had recorded the scene, which after locking Cain in a life sustaining metal suit replayed the video on loop to him for approximately fifteen years.

This lead Cain to become rather distant, cold, suspicious and mistrusting to people when he was finally released from the suit by DG and Glitch all those years later. Despite their polite request to lead them to Central City, Wyatt coldly declined them, citing that he didn’t want to be saddled with some kid or a felon (It was common practice for a time where the worst felons had their brains removed to help rehabilitate them. A zipper along the skull was proof that this had been done to Glitch). However, when realising that they had every intention of going to Central City on their own even without their help, which would lead through the fields of the dangerous creatures known as the papae. Wyatt, with a great deal of resignation, agreed to lead them to the City. Showing that even after being shown a terrible part of his past repeatedly for years, the long coats hadn’t damaged his will or his desire to keep people walk into dangerous situations.

As Wyatt spent time with DG, Glitch and then shortly later with Raw he began to become more of his old self, going from a cold hearted man who gave up on caring, to the man who cares deeply for those he considers family. However, I feel it would have been a lot harder for him to connect with the other if he had never learnt that DG was the missing princess, and being ordered by the Mystic Man to protect her no matter what. However due to his direct speech and negative outlook, he was often teased by Glitch for being a grumpy man in need of some heart. Wyatt had also learnt what had become of his own family, much to his grief his wife had died. That being said, he soon learnt that his son was alive and well. Not to mention he was also a leader in the resistance, a fact that causes Wyatt to swell with pride. Especially as it was his son that had been the one who rescued him, Glitch and Raw from the long coats who had caught them during a double cross which also lead to DG being kidnapped.

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Wyatt Cain || Tin Man || no reserve || 3 of 3

[personal profile] tinstarheart 2012-07-08 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
First Person:
[Wyatt looks at the watch for a long moment, turning it over in his hands looking at it from every angle, his eyes taking in every feature of it. He didn’t look the slightest bit impressed with it, or its apparent functions. He put it down on the table in front of him then looked it at some more. Without realising it, as he put it down he had managed to turn on to transmit. After looking at the face of the watch for a moment he stood up and walked out of view of the camera. After a few moment she came back, no longer wearing his hat or duster jacket. Once again he picked up the watch to look at it, turning it this way or that]

How did they even make this a communicator anyway? Wait, that does that...

[He pulls the watch closer to his face, to find that he is currently broadcasting. Then starts fiddling with buttons]

...How do I turn thi-

[The video cuts out as Wyatt manages to accidentally turn it off]

Third Person:


Wyatt looked around him solemnly. He had no idea how he had come to find himself on that train, nor why he had let himself be ushered off. The last thing he had remembered was that he was with his son, the boy he had all but lost over fifteen annuals ago.
He had also been with Glitch and Raw. They had all been preparing to get ready to find and rescue DG from her kidnapper. He narrowed his eyes and looked around more, looking for faces he recognised, refusing to let any worry show itself. He gave up trying to tell himself that he wasn’t worried while on the train. Clearing his throat he decided to make himself look a little ridiculous in hopes of getting a response.

“Jedd!? Glitch?! … Raw?!”

He lifted the brim off his hat and began to walk the platform. He needed to find them, find out where they were, and try and find their way back to DG before anything back could happen to her.
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Re: ACCEPTED

[personal profile] sn33kyshipper 2012-07-08 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

I have a question: I can't access the Contacts page. Is there are problem?
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[personal profile] kissthegrell 2012-07-08 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks for reading and giving me the chance to revise.

Would it be acceptable for me to expand on and develop the existing one, to add more of how they think/feel/interact and make it more acceptable? Or would you like a completely new one?
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Revised 3rd Person

[personal profile] kissthegrell 2012-07-09 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
A train. Was there a train? Grell couldn’t remember. He thought there was a train, but he couldn’t be sure.

He sat up on his elbows, then rose to his feet, pushing his flowing red hair away from his face. His head felt foggy, and he was slightly dizzy. It wasn't entirely a bad thing. There was a slight giddiness to it that made him laugh out loud. He glanced around seeing if there was anyone to witness him swaying on his feet. A pout came to his lips. What was the good of being giddy and swaying around if no one was there to see it?

He surveyed the scene, only seeing fields… and the city. It was abandoned, or looked that way. He’s seen such things, after he and the boys cleaned up after a battle or a plague.

Grell chewed on his lower lip, jagged teeth leaving some blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

“My punishments usually involve extra paperwork.” Grell said aloud. He put his hand on his hip, and began to scout his new surroundings.

A tall, handsome man with dark hair and blue eyes walked past. He tucked his nose down, avoiding eye contact with the redhead. This might have deterred a normal person, but not Grell.

“Hey there! You! The HANDSOME one! The entire city looks like DEATH warmed over! Do you think you could help a poor maiden to safety? Once we’re settled by a nice red fire, I could show you how warm I can…”

The man began to walk faster, away from the red reaper.

“You! Come back here! Can’t you see that I’m in DISTRESS? I’m in need of assistance!”

Grell lay chase, and the man broke into a run. Shark-like teeth grind together, and the scream of an active chainsaw rips through the decaying street.

“HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME HERE, WEAK AND INNOCENT AND HELPLESS! GET BACK HERE! I’M IN NEED OF A MAN TO SAVE ME NOW GET BACK HERE!”
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[personal profile] kissthegrell 2012-07-09 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you very much! I'm very excited.