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APPLICATIONS

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✗ Please title your application as { [CANON/CANON OC/OC]CHARACTER NAME || Series Title || reserve/no reserve || X of X } in the subect header
✗ IMPORTANT: Our application form was edited on September 07, 2015. Please use the revised form.
✗ If you are looking for an example of what an application should be like, please refer to the application here for an example of a canon character application, and here for an original character application.


✗ Canon Application
<B><I><BIG><BIG>PLAYER</BIG></BIG></B></I> <b>Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> If you would prefer not to be specific, just let us know that you're over 18! <b>Personal Journal:</b> <b>E-mail:</b> <b>AIM/etc:</b> <B><I><BIG><BIG>CHARACTER</BIG></BIG></B></I> <b>Name:</b> First, Last (Western order) <b>Canon:</b> Name only. <b>Age:</b> Real / Apparent, if applicable <b>Timeline:</b> At which point of the canon were they taken from? <b>Items with character at canon point</b>: Tell us what your character has with them at the point you have pulled them from - this includes any animal companions. <b>If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?</b>: This is only to be used if are already playing another character from the canon you are applying for. For example, if you are apping Mario and you already play Princess Peach in the game, <b>how will you handle their interactions without playercesting?</b> Depending on your answer, you may be refused the character you are apping for. <b>Personality:</b> We are expecting at least THREE well-written paragraphs minimum, with references to canon examples of your character’s personality where available. Please provide us with insight to your character and their behaviour, their likes, dislikes and fears, as well as your understanding of them. We would also like to see details of your character's strengths and weaknesses, which may include physical, psychological and emotional. <b>Background:</b> Here is where we would like to see information about your character's history and their place within their canon. This can be written if you wish, or you can link to any wikis and relevant resources. <b>Abilities:</b> Is your character an accomplished carpenter? Can they shoot laser beams from their eyes or travel through time? If they possess any abilities, learned or otherwise, they need to go in this section. <b>Network/Actionspam Sample:</b> This is the format that will be used in rubycity_rp and must be in action form (brackets). We are looking for a minimum of 6 to 10 lines that give us an idea of how your character speaks/acts. This sample may be linked, either from a musebox, different game or our test drive, provided that the linked example was written within the last six months. <b>Prose Log Sample:</b> This is the format that will be used in rubycity_logs and must be a minimum length of 250 words. This sample must be in prose format (paragraphs, no brackets) and should show character reactions/introspection. It does not need to be in game's setting, but it must demonstrate your character as you are apping them. This sample may be linked, either from a musebox, different game or our test drive, provided that the linked example was written within the last six months.


✗ Canon OC Application
<B><I><BIG><BIG>PLAYER</BIG></BIG></B></I> <b>Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> If you would prefer not to be specific, just let us know that you're over 18! <b>Personal Journal:</b> <b>E-mail:</b> <b>AIM/etc:</b> <B><I><BIG><BIG>CHARACTER</BIG></BIG></B></I> <b>Character Name:</b> First, Last (Western order) <b>Canon:</b> Name only <b>Age:</b> Real / Apparent, if applicable <b>Timeline:</b> At which point in the canon were they taken from? <b>Items with character at canon point</b>: Tell us what your character has with them at the point you have pulled them from - this includes any animal companions. <b>If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?</b>: This is only to be used if are already playing another character from the canon you are applying for. For example, if you are apping Mario and you already play Princess Peach in the game, <b>how will you handle their interactions without playercesting?</b> Depending on your answer, you may be refused the character you are apping for. <b>Personality:</b> We are expecting at least THREE well-written paragraphs minimum, with references to canon examples of your character’s personality if available. Please provide us with insight to your character and their behaviour, their likes, dislikes and fears, as well as your understanding of them. We would also like to see details of your character's strengths and weaknesses, which may include physical, psychological and emotional. <b>History:</b> Three well-written paragraphs minimum, detail our your characters’ history. <b>Abilities:</b> Is your character an accomplished carpenter? Can they shoot laser beams from their eyes or travel through time? If they possess any abilities, learned or otherwise, they need to go in this section. <b>Relationships to Canon Characters:</b> If any, if not applicable please put N/A. <b>Network/Actionspam Sample:</b> This is the format that will be used in rubycity_rp and must be in action form (brackets). We are looking for a minimum of 6 to 10 lines that give us an idea of how your character speaks/acts. This sample may be linked, either from a musebox, different game or our test drive, provided that the linked example was written within the last six months. <b>Prose Log Sample:</b> This is the format that will be used in rubycity_logs and must be a minimum length of 250 words. This sample must be in prose format (paragraphs, no brackets) and should show character reactions/introspection. It does not need to be in game's setting, but it must demonstrate your character as you are apping them. This sample may be linked, either from a musebox, different game or our test drive, provided that the linked example was written within the last six months.


✗ OC Application
<B><I><BIG><BIG>PLAYER</BIG></BIG></B></I> <b>Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> If you would prefer not to be specific, just let us know that you're over 18! <b>Personal Journal:</b> <b>E-mail:</b> <b>AIM/etc:</b> <B><I><BIG><BIG>CHARACTER</BIG></BIG></B></I> <b>Name:</b> First, Last. (Western order) <b>Age:</b> Real / Apparent, if applicable <b>Appearance:</b> The sorts of things included in this section should be the character’s height, build, clothing style, hair, accessories. As well as their general posture and mannerisms as well, like quirks or vocal tics. <b>Chosen PB:</b> First come, first serve. Please check the taken PB page. You are also welcome to use your own or commissioned art, or icons that do not depict your characters face but facets of their personality as well. <b>Items with character at canon point</b>: Tell us what your character has with them at the point you have pulled them from - this includes any animal companions. <b>Personality:</b> This should be self explanatory. However, when discussing personality please include why they have particular personality traits, how this effects their lives and interactions. Please provide us with insight to your character and their behaviour, their likes, dislikes and fears, as well as your understanding of them. We would also like to see details of your character's strengths and weaknesses, which may include physical, psychological and emotional. The minimum will be three well-written paragraphs, but you should be able to write more. <b>World Information:</b> Please go as in depth as you can about the world. There is no wiki or website for us to reference, and we need to know as much as we can about the place your character comes from so that we can understand the character when reviewing the application. <b>History:</b> Your characters’ history in their world. Be sure to be detailed. This section should be a minimum of three paragraphs. <b>Abilities:</b> Is your character an accomplished carpenter? Can they shoot laser beams from their eyes or travel through time? If they possess any abilities, learned or otherwise, they need to go in this section. <b>Network/Actionspam Sample:</b> This is the format that will be used in rubycity_rp and must be in action form (brackets). We are looking for a minimum of 6 to 10 lines that give us an idea of how your character speaks/acts. This sample may be linked, either from a musebox, different game or our test drive, provided that the linked example was written within the last six months. <b>Prose Log Sample:</b> This is the format that will be used in rubycity_logs and must be a minimum length of 250 words. This sample must be in prose format (paragraphs, no brackets) and should show character reactions/introspection. It does not need to be in game's setting, but it must demonstrate your character as you are apping them. This sample may be linked, either from a musebox, different game or our test drive, provided that the linked example was written within the last six months.


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.

✧ N A V I G A T I O N ✧

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[CANON] The Master | Doctor Who | Reserved

[psychiatricfieldday]

PLAYER
Name: Amanda
Personal Journal: daintily
E-mail: speakforthetruffalas@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM – man grit

CHARACTER
Name: The Master
Canon: Doctor Who
Timeline: During the “End of Time” episodes, when he is a captive of the Naismiths.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality: The Master is most easily described as a mad man, and that is very true. He is mad, but he’s also more than that. He’s power hungry, in a way that never ends well, and is easily able to get into positions of power, whether it’s through charm, skill, or manipulation. He feels that he is superior, and is extremely narcissistic. Would someone who isn’t a narcissist change the entirety of a race into clones of themselves? Probably not. He desires control, and his hypnotic ways and ability to fool people into believing his a normal, charming man help him achieve that.

He enjoys the suffering of others, and finds amusement in pain and suffering. He shows little remorse for his actions, and makes destroying populations a game. He makes jokes and laughs, which really just makes his actions all the crueler, but isn’t that the best part? He enjoys breaking people down, watching them suffer slowly. That’s why he kept the Doctor alive, and was completely fascinated by the fact that Jack could not die. He wanted to break them mentally, before destroying them completely. He’s inventive in his torture.

He’s more than just a sociopath and a psychiatric field day, though. Driven mad by the drums in his head, the Master’s vast intelligence was twisted into something darker. When the Master was in the guise of Professor Yana, before restoring himself as a Time Lord, the Doctor even commented that he was more brilliant than the Doctor himself, who’s known for his intelligence and creativity. He’s endlessly intelligent, but instead of using his knowledge for good and the betterment of others he used them for selfish, self-fulfilling reasons. He does not sympathize with others, and sees no reason to. He just wants to watch the world burn, with him lighting the fire.

After his flawed resurrection, the Master began to lose himself. His control and ability to charm others began to fade, as he was a raw, more emotional version of himself. He would spend time remembering his childhood on Gallifrey, possibly because he knew that this was his last chance. He was angry and bitter, getting caught in the memories and wondering how his life would be if he had been free from the drums. He was more animalistic, from the strain his body was putting on his mind, and he became quick to anger. He was still very much his intelligent, cruel self who saw delight and play in other’s suffering, but he is coming apart at the edges.

First Person: [The Master is holding his pocket watch tightly, staring at the screen curiously. He paces back and forth, grinning to himself. This was fantastic. Completely fantastic. A new world. A new time, a new everything.

He laughs to himself, finally addressing the watch.]

I believe I’m using this correctly. Hello, new friends. Please pardon my appearance. [He taps at the collar at his neck, a simple, four note beat.] I’m sure you understand. Suddenly being in one spot, and then another. There wasn’t any time to prepare myself.

If anyone can answer a few questions, or know where I can find a doctor, I’ll be at the station. [He chuckles again, and the video cuts off.]

Third Person: The Master was curious about this new place. This Ruby City. He had been exploring the city, getting to know its depths. He wanted to know more. He had to know the city, inside and out. He had to know the best way to tear it apart, brick by brick.

So he had been wandering. He used this time to himself to get to know better, spending time getting used to how his body drained so quickly, and finding the best ways to counteract how he withered away. Some of the people in the city were fools, and had offered him food. He had found a few restaurants and cafés, he had foraged through the forests.

But he was still always so hungry. He was ravenous, and he would frequently be overcome with hunger pains.. The Master found them needlessly distracting and worthless. He had far more important things to deal with then his hunger. He needed to find how this place worked, and see what they used to transport all these groups of people.

He grimaced to himself, prowling the streets of Ruby City. (It was an odd name, it would be far more fitting if the streets ran crimson.) There were so many options, but he had so little patience. He had so many plans for this city, he could not get distracted by a sharp pain in his stomach. He had eaten not too long ago, but his body, his body, while more agile, and more powerful, was an unnecessary burden. If only his resurrected body had come without the drums. Maybe if he could share them with others, the burden would not be one. For now, he could put his plans aside and find himself some sustenance.

[CANON] PHIL COULSON || Marvel || Reserved || 1 of ?

[istillbelieveinheroes]

PLAYER
Name: Gann
Personal Journal: thefolksbetween
E-mail: tori.bear@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: vintageset [aim] / redlionspride [plurk]

CHARACTER
Name: Philip “Phil” J. Coulson
Canon: Marvel Cinematic Universe / MCU
Timeline: Middle of The Avengers Movie - About mid stab...
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a

[CANON] PHIL COULSON || Marvel || Reserved || 2 of ?

[istillbelieveinheroes]

Personality:
About the man; at a glance: Agent Coulson is a man who not only does his job well he loves it. He’s in a position of power and great knowledge but that isn’t really the real appeal. It comes down to being able to assist and aid in saving the world. He gets to see everything that happens behind hidden screens, helps coordinate people to work together and in the end keep the world at some level of peace. Heroes is a old fashioned novel idea which he still fully believes in and supports. His job gives him the chance to not only support these kind of heroes but also be one himself.

He seems to be a fairly straight laced kind of guy who will do what he has to to get the job done. At first he seems a bit of a jerk, pushing the wrong buttons to get his desired effects, and sure, he can be, from time to time. But he also has a great sense of humor, albeit a bit dry. He has his geeky side to him as well, for example: He collected a complete set of Vintage Captain America trading cards, which he really wanted the Captain to sign for him. He also goes a bit fanboyish and trips over words a bit when he first meets the Captain and gets to talk to him. It’s this kind of thing that displays that he DOES have that soft human side to him. Even the most straight laced agents have their soft spots that make them grin like an 8 year old boy.

As I said, he believes in heroes. He believes that the villains will also fail. It’s just in their nature. Good always wins out over evil and he will go down believing that until the end. Even if the heroes need a little push somewhere, he’s very sure that the heroes will always triumph, because that is what Heroes are.

Coulson is dutiful, loyal and highly adaptable. Once you have earned the trust of Coulson he will be loyal to you almost to a fault. A good example of this is Director Fury. The man is indeed his boss and you do what your boss tells you but for Coulson he thinks of Fury almost as a friend as well. There is a deeper bond there connected by a form of Loyalty. Perhaps he believes that Fury is one of those Heroes, or he just knows that it’s with Fury’s help that the world will be a better place. He supports the man's plans and even when Fury is telling him off for silly ideas (“A five percent chance that the disturbance in new mexico is just lightening storms? Not worth my time.”) Coulson follow him and keeps trying.

He’s not afraid of speaking his mind. Hell he’s not too afraid of too much. Sure he can be surprised by things. He’s human, things DO startle him and he doesn’t always keep that calm composure. When the Tesseract opened up he was just as jumpy as anyone else around it, looking around surprised at what was happening. When the Destroyer made its appearance he at first thought it was one of Stark’s toys (“that man never tells me anything.”) but as it jet blasted a car he was like any other human and legitimately startled. It happens. Sure, he’s seen a LOT of weird things and he’s actually VERY open minded to those kind of weird things (after all, he was the one pushing Director Fury to actually go investigate in New Mexico) but every once in awhile something will surprise him.

In short he's dutiful, dependable, adaptable, strangely optimistic, competent, and methodical. Calm persistent and reliable when something needs to get done it gets down. He also has a good sense of humor. He can see all the worlds devastation, horrors and pains and still hold tight to his humanity as well as his beliefs. Very little takes him off guard but when it does he shifts into new plans to make things work out for him. He’s a good man, though it surprises people to find he has a fun personality under it all. Shhh, he’s still a boy at heart who just wants to save the world.

On the differences between Phil and Coulson: It might seem silly, but there are some slight differences. When he is on the job and in the line of duty he is Agent Coulson, who is dutiful, straight laced and very much the perfect agent image. He commands respect from his subordinates just by being there. He’s a good leader and almost never strays outside of proper standards. He’s dressed well, clean, hair kept, tie done proper and on his best behaviour. He might crack jokes or jest but he’s still an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and that means something.

What most people do NOT see is when he is Phil. There are subtle differences that most people will only notice if they have had to work with him for a very long time. It’s the small details, like the hidden comic book in a drawer in his desk, or the Stars and Stripes boxers worn occasionally under suit uniform. A well worn Rangers shirt from his time in the Army. It’s in the small differences in his stance, speech or an arch of an eyebrow. The wrinkle in the corner of his eye or a different twitch outside of his generic default smile. The small things that tell people that he’s really not JUST an Agent.

Some Agents who may have picked up these differences would be a very short list. Fury, Clint, Natasha, Maria Hill and perhaps a bit from Sitwell as well. It is a very short list, but he doesn’t have much opportunity to be less then Agent around people. If outside of work and the agency others might notice the differences more then not.

On fears, dislikeable things and concerns: He has so few fears, trained as an agent with a steel will. He's not infallible though and does have his moments, but he doesn’t have a lot of simple fears. He won't freeze up and cry if a spider runs over his hand, or a snake around his shoe. He’s not scared of heights or falling from them. Nothing like the standard set of fears and things.

Though it seems silly, one deep fear is that the bad guys will win and that true heroes really are dead. Though it’s a deep seeded fear, as in his heart of hearts he does believe that the Heroes will always come out on top. Sometimes they just need a little push. He has full belief in Heroes that to think that they will actually fail frightens him, though it's nothing that will freeze him in place with fear.

[CANON] PHIL COULSON || Marvel || Reserved || 3 of 4

[istillbelieveinheroes]

But in all seriousness he’s going to pick up a bit of a back stabbers fear here soon, keeping him on a mildly paranoid look out for people behind him. He might also have a small dislike of suffocation (which is not canon but still seems like a suitable fear, right?). Having a lack of air filtered into his lungs is really a foul idea. Lets just keep the air coming, yes?

On weaknesses and other disabilities: He’s human. That is one of his major weaknesses in a world filled with Superheroes and Alien invasions. Though perhaps that’s not so much of a weakness considering he holds his own pretty well out there on the playing field. He has no superpowers of his own but he tends to work some super magic in his line of work. This lack of power could be considered a weakness considering his dangerous line of work.

In all seriousness though, he has a small weakness to Superheroes, especially those he idolizes. He still believes in Heroes and believes that with their help they can save and protect the world. It’s what he works so hard and fights so strongly for. Even with this belief it can’t really be used as a weakness against him, can it? That being said, Steve Rogers aka Captain America is the type of person he was raised idolizing, which influenced a lot of his moral upbringing and goals.

He’s protective of civilians and those unable to defend themselves. Even if at times he comes off as uncaring of their needs, wants and desires (sorry Jane, it was for your own good that he took your things). He wouldn’t do well with the choice of ‘save the civilian’ or ‘run to live and fight another day’ even though he knows that the later will be the option that will save more lives at a later day the first one seems more pressing. Though he almost always makes the right choices at the moment it’s a dilemma that is uncomfortable to him.

On strengths, abilities, and awesome things: Coulson has training. Lots and lots of training. He is an Agent of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, better known as simply S.H.I.E.L.D. He has a level 7 clearance which is nearly top level. In the short film “The Consultant” he and another agent are talking and it’s implied that Coulson has the same clearance level as the other agent, which is 6. It is implied that there are other higher levels however. On Coulson’s identification badge it lists him as a level 7. I like to believe that around the time that they found Captain America’s body that Coulson got a raise in clearance level. Either that or Sitwell (the other agent) just didn’t realize that Coulson outranks him in clearance. The point being? He’s a damn trusted man and clearly he has some talent or skill to him.

Coulson has a pretty good ability to lead as well. He’s in charge of a large number of agents (thus his higher rank) and generally it seems he’s well respected as a leader. Clearly he has a few people higher then him (Director Fury and Agent Hill being the two most notable). That being said he tends to take orders very well himself. He does what he needs to do to get the job done but he tries to never step out of his lines of duty. In that regard it’s clear that he has a strong sense of duty and is willing to do what he is told. My own personal headcanon lightly figured that if the morality of an order seems questionable, he might actually find a different way to approach it. He was raised in the light and isn’t much for doing things too darkly. After all, he still believes in heroes winning at the end of the fight, good triumphing over evil and a job he can walk away from and feel good about the results is a job well done.

His training seems to cover a good array of hand to hand combat, though we don’t see him in action too often, we do see him disarm and take down to gas station robbers, simply by handing them his keys and sliding his gun over to them, picking up a sack of flour, pegging one in the face and running, jumping and deflecting the man's shot gun (with his foot) into the man’s foot. He continued to disarm the men, beat them into unconsciousness with as few hits as possible, and then calmly went to pay for his snacks. He didn’t even break a sweat at all, clearly well trained and ready for any kind of situation.

He’s a great marksmen, able to handle just about any gun that you can point and shoot. He can strip, clean and reassemble a gun with mind blowing speed as if it were all second nature, which it is. He is also very good with improvising with his weapons. As I said before he used a sack of flour to disorient one man while he took out the other first. It is on assumption that this includes knives and other such military type weapons, seeing as he’s trained as a damn good Agent. He’s more than a man in a black suit after all.

Other ‘abilities’ seem to be a fairly high intelligence (he knew what a Einstein-Rosen Bridge was) as well as a damn good memory, nearing or close to photographic/eidetic. Though this is not stated anywhere in canon it is just very clear that he doesn’t forget the little details often. I would like to say he’s pretty good with computers and technology as well, considering how much of it he’s surrounded by throughout the series. Also a bit of headcanon would be that he can speak a bit more than just English. Being such a high ranking agent which a good brain on him it would make sense that he could speak a few other languages. At least Spanish, Russian and French with some mild understandings of a few others. Clearly this isn’t stated in the movies, comics or anything so this can be vetoed but it makes sense to me. Not that there will be much need or use for this, but it fills him out a bit more.

[CANON] PHIL COULSON || Marvel || Reserved || 4 of 4

[istillbelieveinheroes]

First Person:
[the video comes on showing a well dressed man with sunglasses on. He looks stiff and unmoving at first, and the screen is above his shoulders as best as he can keep it.]

I... seem to have found myself at a train station. Posters saying to make myself known. Interesting device this is, by the way. Any idea of how I came about it or, better yet how I got here?

[He was holding back a hard breath, trying to control the fact that he was in pain. He looked a little pale as well, but nothing too serious. That’s why he put the glasses on. They’d come off again the moment he closed this useless device. He felt silly trying to communicate with strangers he couldn’t even see... because a Poster said to do it.]

There wouldn’t... happen to be a doctor in the house?

[He said carefully, deciding that this might be worse than he thought and being discreet would have to wait for later. With a snap, he closed the watch, giving in to the fact that this was a really DUMB idea. Pocket Watches used for communications. He wasn’t even sure what it did, other then there was a tiny video going when he hit a button.]

[This was the most ridiculous. One minute trying to play hero, the next it’s a train, pocket watches, posters and fog... maybe this was the afterlife?]


Third Person:
The rhythmic motion of the train moving along the tracks was almost comforting. He had forgotten how much he liked to ride trains, which was something he didn't have to do often anymore, what with helicopters and jets that got you to places more efficiently now a days.

The rocking of the train felt nice though, like it lulled him into a sleep he so desperately needed. Only, once in awhile it rocked him a bit too hard and his back felt the pain that pushed through him. The pain was disturbing this strange dream, he thought.

His foot shifted out, kicking something solid on mistake. A gun? A very large gun. The Destroyer gun no less. That was when his mind started to get less foggy. Blinking down at the weapon he remembered that he went to gather it. Went to the holding room and saw... “Loki.” He spoke on a whisper, suddenly remembering.

Moving swiftly he looked around. This was a train not the helicarrier. This was a train compartment not the holding cell room. Thor wasn’t there in the pod, Loki wasn’t there before him. No, wait... behind him?

Shifting from the seat he realized there was blood running down the trains seat, leaving his back apparently. His hand came up, feeling his chest but there was nothing. He moved to try and feel his back, which was awkward and made him hurt more. He had been stabbed? In the back?

Clearly something had gone terribly wrong, but he couldn’t puzzle it together well. Loki had been there before him, and he had the gun in hand, talking, Getting cocky, Coulson, he thought to himself, but he thought he had the situation under control. There had been a sharp pain and then...

A train.

He killed you and this is the afterlife. He thought, frowning. The train came to a stop, making him wobble a bit and grab the seat. If this is life after death its not what I expected. No light at the end of a tunnel and lot more blood and pain. He didn't like it.

SOmething compelled him to actually get off the train however, so he did, carried the destroyer weapon with him and coming to the platform. He winced, fist closed tightly to try and absorb the pain growing form his back. Where the hell did he end up?

Posters with information told him a bit, but they weren’t the most helpful. It would be another ten minutes before he got the damn pocket watch to do anything, and even then he was uncertain about it doing anything at all.


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Note: I'm searching around but not positive; if he's wounded will he arrive wounded? I set these samples up as such, but give me a heads up if he'd be fixed or not. I know some games do that and I wanted to make sure. Also, if it's not okay to have the Destroyer Weapon with him, let me know, thank you! I can go with or without it, but it was on her person at the time of pull.

[CANON] Tony Stark ll Marvel ll Not reserved ll 1/?

[assemblyrequired]

PLAYER
Name: syd
Personal Journal: waffled
E-mail: clintsensei@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: dried fishies PLURK: vongolas

CHARACTER
Name: Tony Stark
Canon: Iron Man 1/2, Avengers [marvel/movie universe]
Timeline: post-avengers
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a

[CANON] Tony Stark ll Marvel ll Not reserved ll 2/?

[assemblyrequired]

Personality: Tony Stark isn't just fame, alchohol and pretty faces. Behind the glitz, the glamour and his show boating he is, in fact, a genius when it comes to tech and making weapons. Weapons may not be his forte anymore, as he seen the err of his ways and that his weaponry wasn't helping anyone (in fact it was doing quite the opposite) so he decided to leave that behind him and to do something better, to help people. That in itself is a foreign subject for the man, as he is an extremely introverted individual. He turns to energy, not only to help his fellow man but to better the planet. Two birds, one stone, right?

This change of heart (there is a pun there) came to him via a violent kidnapping during a weapons demonstration he was doing in Iraq for the American army. A violent kidnapping that left several shards of shrapnel working it's way to his heart. The terrorists couldn't allow this, so they employed- and by employed they forced another kidnapee? Dr. Yinsen to build an electromagnet to keep the shrapnel away from his heart. Then both he and Tony build a device, an arc reactor, to power said electromagnet, and they both build a suit of armor so they can escape, knowing the only thing left for them there is death, whether they build a weapon for the terrorists or not.

After his escape, Tony decided to turn his company around. No longer producing weapons but energy. A lofty goal that not everyone was in favor of. He made plenty of enemies with this change, some close to him, but with the aid of his Iron Man suit he desposes of these threats. He claims he and the suit are one, and it really does become a part of him. He makes several models and modifications. And ever the egoist, he announces to the media that yes he is, in fact, Iron Man.

This just opens another can of worms for the man, and a new threat is brought to his attention: himself. While his new energy sources are brilliant and inventive, he has many self destructive habits. He is an alcoholic, and he is rarely seen without a glass of something or other on him. He gets this from his father: Howard Stark, another genius of his own generation. The man who aided the great Captain America and provided weapons for the war. He was a womanizer in his own right and often ignored his wife and son for his creations, and he too was an alcoholic.

Like father like son.

The reactor in his chest is also killing him, giving him a sickness that is quickly draining his life away. He needed to find a new power source, and fast. His eyes were opened by SHIELD director and agent Nick Fury, who gave him some of his father's old things, along with quick remedies to keep him alive while he works on saving his own life. This is where we see how much of a genius Tony really is. Howard left subtle clues, and after studying his father's work and figuring the little mystery out, he manages to create a new element. A new element with incredible power and the ability to save his little conundrum.

That may have fixed one problem of his, but that doesn't take away the fact that he still is a self centered narcissist, often arrogant and cocky. These reasons kept him from being eligible for the Avengers initiative, to start. But when things got desperate? He was called in regardless. It shows that Tony really doesn't work well with others, often butting heads with Steve Rogers, the very Captain America that his father idolized and spent most of his life trying to find after the Captain's crash. Tony does get along with like minded folk, though, as seen with his fast friendship and understanding with Bruce Banner. Both scientists in their own right, they get along rather well.

But something Steve said really stuck it to Tony: that he would never do the sacrifice play, that he wasn't a real hero, that all that matters? Is himself. He only proves this wrong during the Chituari attack, where the battlefield was being threatened by a nuke. He sacrifices himself by grabbing it and manually directing it through the portal, thus hitting the mothership and taking down the scragglers on Earth. Tony very nearly dies during this, almost getting stuck in space as the portal between closes on him. But he gets by at the last minute, saved from plummeting to his death by the Hulk.

It shows that he is capable and that being teamed with the Avengers he learned to grow a little by the time they had, that is wasn't just about him. He is still self centered, arrogant and he uses sarcasm and humor to deflect from serious situations. But he is still the hero he claims to be, and will continue to be so.

[CANON] Tony Stark ll Marvel ll Not reserved ll 3/3

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First Person: [The screen flickers to life, the focus is a little fuzzy as he adjusts it to a more suitable length. The man on screen is an older sort of gentleman, fitted with an arrogant smirk and expensive sunglasses. He clears his throat before gesturing, with his free hand, at the train station behind him.]

This? This is cute. No, really... I am genuinely tickled right now.

[And he chuckles before he eases himself on a bench, looking around with a hint of amusement.]

Honestly, this is the most clever kidnapping attempt I have ever been privvy to. And by train? Now that's just classy. It has that sort of... [Free hand gesturing as he tries to pontificate properly.] old-timey feel, you know? Now I'm going to be painfully disappointed if my kidnapper doesn't have a curled moustache and a distinctive cackle. I'm serious here, the accused? Get on that.

[He's shifting a little again, eyes behind the shades, back on the lens.]

Clever too. Seperating me from the suit? Smart. I make it a point to reward intelligence. Except you've made one very, very grave mistake.

[Zooming in so it focuses more on his face, and there is a rare moment of seriousness.]

You forgot who you're messing with. [Pointing to himself, and the smirk is back.]

I'm Tony Stark. You left me sober and with my hands free, chances are that in... oh, maybe a day? I'll have a suit.

And you, well. You'll just find out, won't you.

[And then the feed cuts out.]

Third Person: He could have went on, of course, about the mistake of handing him a piece of tech, but he decided the not-so-subtle threat would be more than enough for now. Tony turns the device in his hand, having pushed his sunglasses back: it had his full attention right now. It wasn't as sophisticated as say... his own Stark tech, of course, but it was intriguing him nonetheless. It was both like and unlike something he's seen before, and he was going to have a little fun taking it apart, maybe giving it some upgrades. Depending if he can get his hands on any materials... but hey, that shouldn't be a problem for Tony Stark, he knows how to work with very little and the most primitive and basic of materials.

Finally pocketing the device as he stands, calm hands smoothing down the far too expensive suit. If he was worried in the least, he wasn't showing it. Why should he worry? As previously stated: he is Tony Stark. Why should he worry? He has his cellphone in his pocket, and the memory chip inside had backups of all his AI in it, as a just in case scenario, all he needed was to make a backup of his backup before he started tinkering with anything. The only real loss was his Iron Man suit, that, he can admit to himself, left him feeling a little naked. But he can rebuild, make something to have on hand before he really starts making a name for himself here. The location was nothing he knew, and he travelled to many exotic and little known locations, although to be fair... he was intoxicated for most of those trips.

Speaking of intoxication: he needed to find the local liqour shop, stat. That would be something familiar, at least, a nice healthy buzz to move him along the streets. Maybe he would meet the locals, do some mingling and all that fun stuff before getting down to business. He gives a side glance to the train that brought him here and he frowns. Or... maybe not. He had this... gut feeling that something was slightly off in this situation and maybe he should get to work sooner than later. He didn't like this feeling, he didn't like feeling rushed.

Grunting under his breath as he loosened the tie and started to the east. It didn't matter where he started, he needed to scope out a location to get into gear, he still had a mind to pick up a few bottles of scotch, whiskey and what have you, for brain fuel- but the gut feeling was being surprisingly responsible. Tony didn't like that either.

"Not the vacation I was hoping for." Mused before he turns a corner, faced with buldings, brick and unfamiliarity.

He would have went for the Kansas line, but he has things to do.

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[CANON] Billy/Dr. Horrible | Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog | No reserve | 1/1

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PLAYER
Name: Ri
Personal Journal: resplendentri
E-mail: cheetah1090@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: JoyBringer5002 (AIM)

CHARACTER
Name: Billy Harris/Dr. Horrible (Last name unofficial)
Canon: Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
Timeline: End of Act 2/immediately post “Brand New Day”
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a

Personality: > In Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, Billy is a thirty-something aspiring supervillain (30 even, if the show takes place in 2008) who wants nothing more than to join the Evil League of Evil. More than that, Billy is a shy man who wears unassuming earth tones, hides himself in oversized hoodies, and has to do his laundry at the Coin Laundry down the street. He’s socially awkward to a fault, as well as shy, as is shown by his behaviour in the reality portion of “My Freeze Ray”, where he mumbles a semi-greeting to Penny, and then later backtracks and pretends that he didn’t compliment her when she hears him. He wishes that he could be more assertive, however, which is why he invents the Ray in the first place, is to freeze time so that he can work up the nerve to talk to her.

He seems to have the attitudes of a teenager more than a thirty-year-old. He’s idealistic (granted, his ideals revolve around being a supervillain, but he still has the lofty goal of changing the world), awkward, and a little bit stalkerish. He’s cocky, as demonstrated by how he tells Moist that stealing the Wonderfluonium from a courier van will be like taking candy from a baby. He doesn’t have very good priorities – the girl who he’s been dreaming about for some time finally talks to him and is flirting with him, and he focuses on his heist instead. But despite how socially stunted he can seem at first, he is intensely devoted to things that he cares about. When Captain Hammer pushes Penny into the garbage, Billy tries to lay into him immediately, yelling at him about how Penny could have gotten hurt.

After Penny falls in love with Captain Hammer, Billy becomes increasingly bitter and desperate in his actions. His stalkerish tendencies increase, extending to following Penny on her dates with Captain Hammer. At the same time, however, now that the ice is broken and the formal introduction made between Billy and Penny, he finds it much easier to talk to her. They seem to genuinely enjoy one another’s company, as they enjoy cups of frozen yogurt and wait for their clothes to finish at the Laundromat. Beneath the shy, awkward loner, Billy is actually a pretty good friend. He listens to Penny, tries to give her advice, and sure, it’s all couched in the fact that he wants her desperately, but it’s obvious that, unlike Hammer, Billy genuinely cares about Penny.

There is one thing that remains the same about Billy (up until the end of Act II): even though he aspires to be a supervillain, he firmly believes that murder is neither “elegant” nor “creative.” It throws him for a loop at first when he gets the order from Bad Horse that he needs to murder someone in order to get into the Evil League of Evil. He considers murder inelegant and uncreative, but more than that he’s completely appalled when Moist suggests murdering someone who wouldn’t be a challenge, like a child or an old lady.

This attitude seems to change drastically when Captain Hammer pulls Billy aside and tells him that he’s basically just using Penny because he knows that Billy loves her. All qualms with murder are put aside (“This appeared as a moral dilemma / ... / ...you / Have shown me the light”), and he immediately begins construction on a Death Ray so that he can exact his revenge on Captain Hammer (and save Penny from him, as well). Nonetheless, when the time arrives and he actually has Hammer at his mercy and the Death Ray at Hammer’s head, he has to take a moment to give himself a pep talk before he can go through with it.

He repeats a phrase that Penny used to him earlier (“Head up Billy-buddy”), implying that he’s doing this for Penny, too, to save her from “Mr. Cheesy-on-the-outside”. This shows an intense dedication to causes that he believes in – he’s ready to break his cardinal rule and do something that he considers beneath him if it means ensuring the well-being of his best friend and the love of his life. “Brand New Day” makes it abundantly clear that Billy is not merely targeting Hammer because Hammer is his nemesis and Billy needs to kill someone to get into the ELE. It’s personal.

First Person:
Well, it’s not quite the technology that I’m used to, but you know what, it’ll have to do.

[Insert awkward clearing of the throat that he doesn’t think anyone can see.]

Did somebody call a doctor? Doctor Horrible, that is.

Can anyone tell me which way to get back to L.A.? I have important business to attend to. Villainy business. Important villainy business that’s kind of under a time constraint. I only have so much time to get this done, I don’t need to be stuck in a new city, so it would make my day if you could just tell me the quickest way back to L.A.

And better yet, if anyone knows where I could find approximately six feet of rebar and a pair of sturdy bolt cutters. I’d appreciate it.

I mean—

Do it because I, Doctor Horrible, tell you to!

Third Person:
Billy paced the platform agitatedly, his rubber boots scuffing along the platform as he went. He had no idea where he was. He wasn’t in Los Angeles anymore, that was for damn sure. He fished through his pockets to see what he had with him. There was some bits of wire, some tools. His all-in-one miniature screwdriver. His handheld heat ray/soft welding torch.

His stun ray was still back at the lab, as were all of his calculations. One of these would be easy to replace. The other would not.

Plus, his cell phone was getting absolutely no reception, which was just complete balls. He couldn’t even call Moist to come pick him up in the Horriblemobile. Or wire him a train ticket home. Or bring him his civilian clothes.

Damn it, he was still in his villain clothes.

His mind was racing, pacing left and right and left and right, up, down, problem solving ways to get himself out of this mess. He had to get back to L.A. He had to finish his death ray in time for the opening of the homeless shelter. He had to get rid of Captain Hammer, so that Penny would finally see that he was the one who loved her, not that egotistical pudding-for-brains bumbling idiot who called himself a superhero.

He was ripped out of his thoughts when he found something in his pocket that definitely wasn’t his. He pulled out a shiny watch and turned it over in his hands. There were more buttons on it than for a regular watch. He flicked open the cover and pressed one. A thin line appeared on the screen.

“...Huh.” The line jumped. “A voice recording function?” The line wobbled along with his voice. He thought for a moment longer.

“You know, maybe this won’t be so bad after all.”

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[Canon] Doctor Bruce Banner || Avengers || No Reserve

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PLAYER
Name: Jantra
Personal Journal: Jantra
E-mail: hmbutterfield @ gmail. com
AIM/MSN/etc: MikkouKoneko (AIM) Jantra (Plurk)

CHARACTER
Name: Doctor Bruce Banner
Canon: Avengers (movie!verse)
Timeline: Directly from the end of the first Avengers movie.

Personality: Between a combination of things such as the abuse at his father's hands, a non-existant childhood in the face of incredible genius, and the desvestation he has wrecked since the accident that created his other half, Bruce has become an emotional recluse. He prefers to deal with people with a barrier between himself and the outside world - a barrier he believes is protection for them against what could happen if his emotional scale is tipped enough, but it is equally a barrier to protect himself as well.

His genius as a physicist and doctor is difficult to miss when he truly gets focused on a topic which can, unfortunately, distance him as well from the common mind. However, his quiet, almost soft-spoken and otherwise gentle nature earns him an easy trust from most despite his desire otherwise. Only when things become... uneasy does the depths of his repressed rage start to show as he tries to pull away.

Bruce has a dry sense of humor that can sometimes make itself known in odd ways and some that only another like-mind may get, but he can be a down to earth type of guy when his mind is not, for the moment, driven by science. He can get incredibly focused on any topic of research leading to things such as forgetting to, you know, sleep. Or eat. Or look after his own health despite being a doctor.

The last several years in Calcutta have given him a deep desire to help people as much as he possibly can. Originally he went there as a way to run away from the stressors that had been endangering people in the United States, but his time there taught him the basic supplies, medicines, and devices that are so badly needed throughout the world. It has become a great focus for him to find new, inexpensive ways to supply what is needed - an attempt to find redemption in himself as well as redemption for the dangerous information he gave the army in his youth.

Since working with the Avengers, there has been a change in Bruce's world and mindset. Since coming somewhat to grips with his own inner rage, it has given him some form of control over the beast within when it decides to come out. Now he has some limited control on the change and can provide intelligence where before it was only darkness. Still, it is too new in his life to be anything but something to be wary of and still fear.

[Part 2]

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First Person: (FP inner monologue from the movie.)

He doesn't understand. How could he? Tony has no idea of just what he's playing with as he attempts to rile me up enough to bring out the Other Guy. Of course he doesn't know. He's never had to suffer the effects from it, he's never faced the destruction that can come from it.

I just have to remain calm, let it pass over me. No, Big Guy, this isn't for you. I won't let you out, not here, not to hurt these people. Stark is just an asshole with an ego problem.

If he keeps pushing, he may be an ego without a body anymore. I just don't know how long until it happens.

Third Person:

It had been roughly five months since everything had taken place, since Fury came storming into his life with a demand of his mind and body to help save the Earth again. Well, sent someone to storm into his life. Five months since they had stopped a madman and set things right again, and New York had started to repair from the terrible damage that had been wrought to it.

He could see those repairs if he lifted his gaze and looked out the window, but right now the book in his hand was far more interesting. Tony never failed to keep an intriguing selection on hand, and since Bruce had yet to see the man stop long enough to read, he could only assume they were both for show and now to entertain his live-in guest. Not that Bruce was complaining. Tony knew his tastes well enough to chose things he would have chosen for himself, and the things he would not have he still found himself reading cover to cover intently.

With a pair of loose pants and a half buttoned shirt, tucked into the beautiful top story lounge of the Stark Tower, Bruce was refusing to go straight to the lab and instead was enjoying his cup of tea with a good book. He had five months to learn to ignore Tony's roll of the eyes while the other man went straight to work. He was convinced Tony would just suffer a heart attack one day. Personally, he had enough to worry about without adding a morning cup of tea on top of it. It wasn't as if he hadn't spent until three in the morning in the lab, anyway, and it would happen again tonight.

[Part 3]

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{[Canon] Claire Stanfield || Baccano! || No Reserve || 1 of ? ]

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PLAYER
Name: Kaena
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: ladykaena@hughes.net
AIM/MSN/etc: Scourgeofthemist

CHARACTER
Name: Claire Stanfield, or Felix Walken
Canon: Baccano!
Timeline: After he's begun killing the white suits on the train, before he decides to propose to Chane.

Personality: [rubs hands together] -w-

It's difficult for people to tell how Claire's mind works. He seems like a pretty normal, if a bit of a flamboyant person when all is well in his world. Everything seems to be at a whim for him. If something strikes his fancy, he goes after it. Claire has no shame, and no regret (why should he? It's his world). He's also quite a flirt, and seems to fall in and out of love very easily. He's pretty clueless when it comes to women, as he's stated. He is very sure about the decisions he makes, and you can be sure he has some kind of irrefutably flawed logic in his arsenal to back it up. He usually appears very easy-going and friendly. He's very into the moment, and doesn't dwell unnecessarily on past doings - unless they're brought up. He's sure he could have all kinds of fun, entertaining stories.

Claire is a solipsist. This means that he is of the thought that the world only exists because he wants it to. Whenever he dies, he believes that the world around him will be no more, and he will just 'wake up' as if from a dream. It doesn't help that he's got the strength and wit to do pretty much whatever he wants. He joined the circus at a young age and built up enough muscle to be revered as 'super human'; he's also the type of fighter that takes control of a situation by easily adapting, and using daily objects around him as weapons. He's a quick thinker, and a dangerous one at that. That being said, he's actually fairly simple of a character to understand, once you get out of the ind set of a 'normal' person. He is simply extremely free, and very self assured that no matter what, everything will be okay because his mind is the only thing that's real. That being said, he's very hard to phase.

Claire has a very twisted sense of justice - but why not? The world is his, after all. He's the best assassin in the world, but that doesn't mean he doesn't do a few personal side jobs for himself. If there's someone that he sees as too morally wrong, they'll go on his hit list. Whenever he makes a kill, though, you know who did it. Vino (wine in Italian) got his nickname due to the way he mutilates his victims. There's so much blood and gore afterward, that it looks like they were completely covered in red wine. It's the only way Vino will believe that someone is dead. In the series, for example, most of his victims were killed by him pressing their body parts down onto the railroad tracks as the train was still moving.

{[Canon] Claire Stanfield || Baccano! || No Reserve || 2 of 2 } ]

[getoffmytrain]

First Person: [Action/Very brief video]
[The train stops in the station, just as the captors have scheduled it. Steam heats the tracks as the wheels roll to a halt, and as the doors open, another arrival is expected, but none comes forth. The train stays, dubtifully, waiting for its passenger to hop off.

And eventually the passenger will crawl out from under the train, and the first thing anyone nearby will see is a shock of red, followed by more red. His pant legs from the shins down are still kind of the off-white cream color of the conductor's uniform he wears, but they're still speckled with red here and there. He stands fully and looks around at this new place - somewhere that Claire has never been before. He tosses the disembodied arm in his hand to the ground and steps forward a bit. He speaks, in a thick Brooklyn accent.]

...hey, wasn't it dark outside justa second ago?

[Because this is the most important thing, obviously. He pulls his watch out of his pocket to check the time, only to be astounded once more - it seemed that his watch had turned into some technologically advanced hoo-dad that he would have no idea how to use. He decided to keep it anyway, and puts it back in his pocket. Citizens will have caught a glimpse of his red-covered self, reddish brown eyes and wild red hair beneath all that gore, and any with a sensitive nose nearby will pick up the scent of quickly coagulating blood.

Vino is in town.]

Third Person: It was a new place, a new city, sure.
Claire was good enough for this place, wasn't he? After all, he'd arrived here by train. This was going to be something new and exciting; a home away from home. He could do whatever he wanted, just like back home. That wasn't so bad. Maybe this place was part of his mind, too. Maybe a new part he hadn't discovered yet.

Also, he could have died and just woken up.

The real world, then, huh?

...no. He didn't remember dying. And he's pretty sure he would have remembered. He wasn't sure if the real world was supposed to be more glorious or more broken down than his world back home, but this one didn't even look all that big. This world was full of people who seemed a bit more gifted and talented than himself. And so long as they stayed good people, he might get along with quite a few of them. These captors that everyone was talking about seemed like a whole different story. They who 'owned' this world, who caused people so much harm because they could...

Well, Claire hadn't really seen it for himself, so he wouldn't bother with it for now. It was time for him to get to know the place and the people, not worry about some high-powered yahoos who he's almost positive Ladd Russo would get his rocks of with pretty quickly. Or perhaps not; he seemed like the kinda fella who was fired up for a good slaying all-day-every-day, while these people supposedly took breaks. Well, good for them, being unpredictable.

Claire wiped the back of his bloody hand over his equally bloody forehead, smearing the drying substance with sweat from the heat of the day. He'd been here about twenty minutes, it was time to go find a place to live and get cleaned up.

[CANON] Mako || Legend of Korra || Reserve || 1 of 2

[jerkbent]

PLAYER
Name: Veronika
Personal Journal: darlynne
E-mail: esper.lady@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: tiaratop@plurk, ironlass@tumblr

CHARACTER
Name: Mako
Canon: Legend of Korra
Timeline: After the season finale.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality: After the death of his parents, and since he was the oldest, Mako's duties were to take care of both himself and his brother. Thus, he matured faster than his sibling, and tends to have a more serious outlook on situations. When Bolin brought Korra into the pro-bending arena, and offered to show her some moves, he was visibly displeased. It was getting late and they had another match the day after - which called for lots of rest. Fooling around with some crazy fan (who he later realized was not a "fangirl" at all, but rather the Avatar) was the last thing on his mind. Mako is responsible, and has his priorities set straight: the pro-bending tournament, and his brother.

In order to bend lightning, the user is required to be able to control their emotions, and have a steady mind. Likewise, Mako is able to maintain a firm grasp on his emotions, which explains the indifferent demeanor he carries (for example, when Korra tried to "impress" him when she was earthbending with Bolin, he simply walked off and announced he was heading to bed.) On the other hand, having lived on the streets enabled him to develop a wrathful and near merciless attitude towards those who have harmed/may have harmed loved ones. More specifically, he was seen threatening an Equalist Chi-blocker when asking about Korra, during her kidnapping. Those days he spent doing odd jobs for the Triple Threat Triad are memories he would rather forget, and isn't partiularly proud of it. Mako found it difficult to admit to Korra that he and Bolin had worked for them in their younger days. What he did, however, was what he needed to do in order to take care of his brother and himself, and that is one thing he takes a lot of pride in.

Mako is also, pretty much, your average teenage boy. He has romantic issues (more like a soap opera, honestly) and finds trouble finding with whom his feelings lie more strongly with: Asami, or Korra. He is sensible enough to know that dating Korra would be a bad idea, because they are teammates and if anything were to happen it would ruin their performance. Mako finds himself very jealous when he sees Korra having a good time with Bolin, and even whilst he is embracing Asami, he can't help but watch Korra leave with his younger brother. As the story progresses, he admits to caring deeply for Asami, but his feelings for Korra gradually become stronger than those he presented towards Asami. During Korra’s kidnapping, Mako had more or less lost it when hearing that she had presumably been kidnapped by Amon (which we later find out was a false lead, and that the Avatar was actually with a crazy bloodbender - even worse). It is during this time that he slowly begins to come to terms with the fact that his affections for Korra are more passionate than the ones he previously had for Asami.

Other than all that love drama, Mako does enjoy those he considers very close - which are not many - most likely stemming from the fact that he trusted only his brother, back when they had lived on the poorer side of town. He is a bit reserved, but once you become part of his circle of friends, Mako will gradually ease up and become very relaxed around you. He's really just a guy that's looking out for the most important people in his life, and if he considers you one of them, you have a very loyal friend.

Re: [CANON] Mako || Legend of Korra || Reserve || 2 of 2

[jerkbent]

First Person:

What is this?

[Mako frowns, holding the pocket watch firmly in his hand. He fiddles around with it, pressing the buttons at its side hastily.]

This definitely isn't mine - or something made by Future Industries...

[He mumbles to himself for another second or two before the devices switches on, and the camera focuses in on him. His eyebrows raise, and he looks at the image, clearing his throat hesitantly.]

I guess this is some sort of communication device? But, uh, hey there... whoever you are.

[There is a pause and he looks around at his surroundings once more before facing the communicator.]

Listen, if you could help me out here, that would be really great, because I don't exactly have the slightest clue where I am right now.

[Mako takes a minute to fumble with the buttons again, and the feed cuts out as he accidentally switches it off.]

Third Person:

A sharp turn on the tracks caused the train to lean towards the right, which, in turn, allowed Mako's face to become acquainted with the cold window. He let out a startled cry, his head jerking away from the glass. Mako yawned, rubbing his left eye with the back of his hand. One of the airbender kids was probably playing tricks on him. If anything, his euons were on the bald one. "Alright Meelo, that's enough," he announced, waving his hand at the air. Mako opened his eyes, an amused grin plastered on his lips. Instead of being greeted with a giggling toddler, he was, instead, slapped in the face with unfamiliar surroundings. His grin fell, his features taking over a more puzzled look. "Uh."

No airbending brat there, just a bunch of people who were watching him with curious (and almost pitiful) stares. He cleared his throat and turned his head back towards the window, avoiding the eyes of the other passengers.

Mako jolted out from his seat, mumbling a small apology to the passenger seated next to him. He brushed himself off, and grabbed a pole to keep himself balanced as he exited. He exited the carriage, waiting outside of the small hallway where the bathroom was located. Mako ran a hand through his hair, blowing an impatient breath of air from his lips.

"Alright, Mako, let's just retrace our steps." Yeah, good plan - except that there were no steps to retrace. He should be back at Air Temple Island - sleeping peacefully in bed. Unfortunately for him, his memory seemed to stop just when he fell into a state of slumber - which would have been one of the best ones he had ever taken, if he had not awoken with no knowledge of where he was.

Moments after, the train began to decrease in speed, which only meant that the destination was just up ahead. He allowed himself to be ushered out of the locomotive, and made note to take a good look at each passenger's face. All the hustle and bustle died out as the crowd exited the platform, leaving a confused Mako alone with his thoughts. There was no use in standing there all by himself. He walked forward, making his way into what he would later find out was called Ruby City. The surrounding posters in the lobby of the station were not as helpful as he hoped they were, and neither was the small gift he found in his pocket.

vriska serket | homestuck | pt 1

[f8tal]

PLAYER
Name: Lassie
Personal Journal: lachrymosity
E-mail: justincriedariver@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM; snapplingly

CHARACTER
Name: Vriska Serket
Canon: Homestuck
Timeline: Just after Terezi stabs her and ultimately kills her.

Personality:
If you asked anyone who knew Vriska well enough what she was like the first thing they would (most likely) say is, “Bluh bluh HUGE BITCH.” This already says something about Vriska, but it’s only a taste compared to everything else others having to say about her. Vriska Serket is considered a highly dangerous troll, what with sociopathic tendencies and a deranged personality. Of course while she may be psychotic, hateful, angry, short-tempered, paranoid, there are reasons as to why she is like she is!

One reason could be her giant spider lusus. You see, while other trolls were being taken care of by their lusii, Vriska was left taking care of HER lusus most of the time. This encompassed making sure her monster of a lusus was always fed, lest she be her spider mother’s next meal. These meals were other young trolls that Vriska killed during games of FLARP, an extreme role-playing game that Vriska took high enjoyment in. In it she was at the top of her class and at the highest levels – naturally. She had the best motivator, after all. In FLARP she played with another troll named Terezi. During the games Terezi broke away from Vriska, not particularly liking that Vriska kept killing all the other trolls for fun or for food. Who would? Well they split up and Vriska was left alone to her conquests of booty hunting and treasure stealing.

pt 2 fin

[f8tal]

Well after throwing someone off a cliff things went downhill pretty fast for her. From there she manipulated Aradia’s boyfriend to kill her (she deserved it! After bringing up all those ghosts of dead trolls to haunt her…) and then when Terezi ousted her cheating to another player (that resulted in Vriska losing an arm and her seven eyes) she used Tavros’s powers to commune with animals to guide Terezi’s unborn lusii to command Terezi to stare into the Alternian sun and consequently blinding her. Vriska acts on impulse and without hesitation, as her aforementioned actions confirm. She tends to jump the gun in situations and doesn’t think of the consequences of what her actions may bring. If anything bad ever happens she just happens to blame it on her “bad luck” and won’t even think to wonder if there are any other reasons as to why certain things happen to her (such as stepping on the dice littered about in her room; this wouldn’t happen if she just tidied up a bit, but no. It’s her confounded bad luck!). She also hates being ignored – to her any attention is better than no attention, whether it be good or bad. Even if everyone hates her she’d rather have their spite than have nothing at all. Being alone and unnoticed is a great fear for Vriska and one she wants to completely vanquish. On the flip side she is paranoid as well. “What are they saying? Are they talking about her? What are they planning? I need to know I MUST KNOW! They’ll never outsmart me I won’t let them!” And so on and so forth…

Yet Vriska isn’t totally lost to her sociopathic mentality. There are times (as few as they may be) where she feels guilt and a little remorse for the things she’s done. The only problem is that while she may feel these things (sincere as they may be) no one else would believe her if she said so. Why? Well because she’s also a lying bitch. When she isn’t spouting off about her GR8TNESS she’s almost always lying about one thing or another. It’s naturally for her to deny anything that contradicts her own ideas and what she believes about herself, truth or not. She walks the walk and talks the talk to a capital T and she’ll forever deny anything that opposes her own ‘truth’ even when she herself knows it’s true. Admitting that she was wrong is a weakness and a kind of defeat and Vriska is not someone who admits to defeat or weakness. Nope, not ever. Never ever.

She’d faster throw a tantrum than bend for anyone else. Everyone else must bend to HER will. Naturally, no one in their right mind who knows Vriska well enough would do this. This is where Vriska uses her abilities to manipulate people through her mind control to get what she wants. It’s really the only way she CAN make people do what she wants, but there’s a kick. Only those of weak minds are susceptible to her abilities which leaves out the most infuriating people (to her) unaffected by her powers. One such troll is Terezi Pyrope. Even after being blinded by her it seems that Terezi’s abilities to push people into what she wants have only tripled in size and it only furthers Vriska’s anger and jealously. Yes, that’s right, she is terribly, green-in the face jealous of Terezi. She doesn’t understand it and what Vriska doesn’t understand only continues to fuel her anger which pushes her to manipulate more which makes others despise her more which increases her paranoia which… yeah. In the end it just becomes one big vicious cycle that she just can’t seem to break out of.

Reiterating one of my earlier points, Vriska does indeed feel remorse, not for various actions she has committed in the past, but for herself. One such example is killing off Tavros- in her mind she had tried so hard to help him be stronger so that he stood a chance in their society (yet always failing to even come CLOSE to her expectations) that when he finally decided to ‘man up’ and come at her she killed him out of anger. Later she feels bad for this, feeling bad for herself as well for being so ‘messed up’ because of the society she grew up in. Vriska isn’t a bad troll, but good intentions pave the way to Hell and that is what she did. In her own strange way her plan to go and fight Jack Noir, despite knowing that it is a suicide mission, is her way of ‘protecting’ her friends.

First Person: Here is a thread from my musebox with an Eridan! If you need more please let me know.

Third Person:
[ooc; This is an RP sample set in theposthumans.]

After watching the hologram of the weary-looking human explain to her that she was essentially tagged (as if she were some sort of damn experimental furbeast) Vriska took it upon herself to explore her surroundings and fully assess the situation. Luckily (of course), she had woken up with her glasses tucked into the pocket of her pants (it had taken her a few moments to locate them, what with being supremely disoriented by her sudden dislocation). It would have sucked being suddenly thrown into a new place and having not been able to see past a few feet in front of her nose.

This is such bullshit, she thought to herself as she pushed back hair from her face and frowned. Or at least she tried to before she remembered the forming bruise on the side of her face. It was most likely completely blue and swollen by now, ugh! She probably looked like a complete mess, but whatever. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. Kicking around a few boxes causes a lot of junk to fall out, with things that she felt she wouldn’t need because she’s Vriska fucking Serket - although that technical device looked handy.

Moving through the halls with one hand dragging along the wall she was on full alert. How was she so sure this wasn’t still the Veil? It was dark and grimy enough… and yet Vriska knew it wasn’t. Something about this place (beyond the holograph of the weary, old man telling her this wasn’t “home”) just screamed alien. As alien as the pink, wriggling humans. But this place was just another level she had to overcome. That was how she had to look at it, just another land to explore and exploit and conquer along with all the others before it.  Of course she couldn’t just dilly dally around and gather up all the loot this barren wasteland had to offer- she still had to go and fight Jack Noir!

Vriska stopped then, hand still on the wall and now successfully covered in dust and dirt and whatever else was on there. She had to go and fight Jack… She knew she had to; there was no other way around it. Not from the way she saw it, no. Even if it was a suicide mission… No! She couldn’t think like that, psyching herself out with all those weak-y weak notions! Thinking like that would only bring her down and there was no way she’d allow that. She couldn’t afford it, not now.  Lifting her other (clean) hand she pressed it to the emblem on her hoodie and inhaled deeply. Her fingers clutched at the cloth as she closed her eyes. Everything was good, everything was gr8. Just like her. She was great and she could do this no matter what. Even if, deep (deep deep deep deep deep deep deep) down she felt a little (so tiny, hardly noticeable) twinge of fear-

She still had this. Nothing would stop her from facing Jack and putting him through the worst Hell he’d ever get (from her) from anyone. That was a fact.

[CANON] Armaros || El Shaddai: Ascension of the Metatron || Reserve || 1 of 3

[silent_watcher]

PLAYER
Name: Kitten
Personal Journal: hollowrussian
E-mail: inu_taiyoukai_@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: inu_taiyoukai_@hotmail.com (MSN), silvercrusnik (AIM)

CHARACTER
Name: Armaros
Canon: El Shaddai: Ascension of the Metatron
Timeline: After the game
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a

[CANON] Armaros || El Shaddai: Ascension of the Metatron || Reserve || 2 of 3

[silent_watcher]

Personality: Armaros was formerly an angel of Heaven until he, along with the rest of the Grigori, defected and Fell to Earth. The seven fallen angels then proceeded to create an immense, seven-floored tower surrounded by a massive city. Here, there is no strife and humans are permitted to evolve at a much faster rate, rather than proceed slowly through years of tribulation to give them appreciation for what they have created.

Despite the fact that he is one of the fallen angels living in this unholy tower, Armaros seems less inclined towards dark behavior than his fellows. In fact, he’s shown to have a certain reluctance in approaching Enoch through most of the game. Only when Enoch proceeded into the tower did Armaros make his presence known, by unleashing a loud cry, one that would likely go unrecognized. While Ezekiel, Sariel, and Azazel made a point of confronting Enoch throughout his journey from floor to floor, teasing and testing him, Armaros kept to his floor until approached. Even when Enoch shows up, Armaros does not immediately fight the man, instead using his followers to slow Enoch down for some time before he dons his Watcher armor and steps in.

Their fight is interrupted partway as Belial takes Nanna—the young girl who has been helping and tagging along with Enoch—into the Darkness, thus prompting Enoch to jump in and save her. Armaros is distraught by the turn of events, and takes it upon himself to rescue the man. With a little encouragement from Lucifel, of course. Although he does succeed, he is left to be consumed by the darkness. He later reappears in a Nether form, with no control of what he’s really doing. He’s nothing more than a master piece, fused to the darkness. Enoch frees him from this form by defeating it in battle, something that even without words, he seems to thank the man for. His fate from then on is unknown, though it is stated that the Nephilim birthed by any Fallen will disappear with their “parent’s” death. Despite this, Armaros’ aquatic Nephilim lives on… (for the purposes of this game, OBVS he is alive. |D; )

Before he Fell, Armaros and Enoch had been familiar with each other, enough to be considered friends. He openly took an interest in Enoch’s experiences on earth, and enthusiastically questioned the scribe as to what he “saw” and “heard.” He also appears to have a fondness for song and dance after this experience—in which Enoch taught him rather awkwardly how to dance, and complimented him on his singing voice—as evidenced by his entrance in the seventh chapter of the game, where he does not come out fighting, but dances on a stage in flashy clothing.

Sadly, his Fall affected him negatively, and Armaros is no longer able to speak, much less sing. He can only articulate in a sort of mournful cry, but there is no way for him to form words.

Through his interest and questioning of Enoch in the past, it’s shown that Armaros was, in fact, very excitable and enthusiastic when concerning the human realm. It’s hardly surprising that he followed Semyaza’s lead and ended up descending for the love of humans and their world. He is not a bad person however, and while he is a part of the Grigori, he will not antagonize an enemy nor overpopulate his floor with an abundance of Nephilim (the result of a union between human and angel). In fact, there is only one Nephilim on his floor worth noting, and it is a giant sea-beast.

Though he will not fight if needed, this shouldn’t be mistaken for lack of abilitiy. Armaros is a very capable fighter. He will use his bare hands and abilities where needed, and he can summon his Watcher armor at will. As stated in-game, he was very capable of defeating Enoch before his fall, and can still put up a serious fight. Armaros does not use weapons either. Nor does he really have to.

[CANON] Armaros || El Shaddai: Ascension of the Metatron || Reserve || 3 of 3

[silent_watcher]

First Person: [A train. He is familiar with trains, and this sort of outdated architecture. Or at least, to Armaros it’s outdated. He’s used to evolution on a very sped-up, advanced scale, even if his floor is not as contemporary as say, Azazel’s.

He looks around curiously, but alertly. He’s seen stranger things than this, but it would not do to act recklessly. That hadn’t served him well in the past. More out of habit of wanting to say something, Armaros lets out a low sound much like a lamenting moan, which echoes off the walls of the train station.

He walks around idly, eventually catching sight of the posters and regarding them with mild interest before realizing that he was a little..pocket-heavy. Finding the watch, it’s a simple task for him to get it working. Again, sped-up evolution and such. Humans were so ingenious, truly, to recreate this technology in their own time, as he assumes they must have. It takes him a few minutes to figure out how to use the text function—perhaps he might have ineffectually turned the video on, not that it mattered. Armaros was quite incapable of speech. So he types out his question.]

Where am I?
Third Person: As he lay in wait, on his own personal floor, Armaros was left much time to think. Enoch’s progress since the three hundred year search for the Watcher’s Tower was…dare he venture to say, godly?

No, he wouldn’t venture to say that at all. Even if he could speak. Enoch was something else entirely, a man who intrigued him with all of his mannerisms, the way he behaved. So very like the holy beings he was surrounded with, and yet so very human at the same time. Even as a Fallen Angel of the Grigori, Armaros could not think ill of the man who hunted his kind down with the intent to seal them all away. Himself included.

He was fond of the scribe, very much so, and wished dearly that they could continue from where they had left off. Armaros knew so much more about humans now, their willfulness, their ability to adapt and their boundless creativity. Somehow though, he would trade that information for one thing. For the ability to go back to simpler times as one of God’s beloved Angels, able to speak again and ask Enoch all of the questions that he liked, because as an Angel who was to deny him?

Armaros had made his decision however, and in exchange for his fall, a most painful feeling in and of itself, he had gained all of the knowledge on man that he could ever have wanted.

Pity it cost him his voice. He opened his mouth slightly, and tried to speak a single word.

Fuuoooon…

A bitter smile tugged at his lips. He had been so fond of dancing. And Enoch…had told him what a beautiful singing voice he had too…