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Ruby City Mods ([personal profile] rubycitymods) wrote2012-01-13 01:45 pm
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APPLICATIONS


APPLICATIONS


Applications are processed weekly, every weekend. The cut-off time for the submission of applications is 11:59PST on Saturday.
✗ Before applying, please read the FAQ and Rules pages.
✗ Please submit your application with the journal you plan to use if you have one made already. If not, another journal is fine, but we prefer your intended journal so it makes for an easier time in granting access to the mod journal and the contacts page.
✗ For very long applications, we would ask you to please separate them into various comments so that they will not take up too much of the page.
✗ 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.
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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.


✧ N A V I G A T I O N ✧
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[personal profile] unhealing 2012-11-25 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Aww yis. I have a couple of questions about clerical things, though! (I'm sorry, this is probably annoying.)

1. What name would you prefer I use for tagging/the taken characters list? There's no widely accepted fanon name for her, alas, so would you prefer I list the headcanon one I'm using, or something more general like Hortensia/Kotomine's wife/both?
2. Similarly, is it okay if I just stick her under the Fate/Zero heading on the taken list? She never appears directly in any part of the series, hence why I'm asking.
3. Aaand lastly, this is something I was going to ask on the FAQ, but I'm already asking things here so I figure why give you another comment to respond to: Is there any place in the city that might cause her diathesis to flare up? (I'm going to set up a permissions post for player characters, no worries there!)
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[personal profile] unhealing 2012-11-25 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Haha yeah, residual malevolent energy would do it. Thank you!
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[canon] william 'billy' kaplan ll young avengers ll reserved (god i hope this isn't too late.) [1/3]

[personal profile] selfhelpedhero 2012-11-25 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: syd
Personal Journal: [personal profile] waffled
E-mail: elchicatigre@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: aim @ driedfishies

CHARACTER
Name: William 'Billy' Kaplan
Canon: Young Avengers
Timeline: post children's crusade
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: okay so technically Billy is from a marvel verse. Technically Tony is taken from the movie verse and wouldn't even know who Billy is. And for Billy? After certain run ins with Tony and Steve, he has no real desire to approach Iron Man at all. He'd be more interested in Loki (or Thor if we ever get one) given the fact that they weren't jerks to him, and he was going with the code name 'Asgardian' at the start, after all. So yes, Tony isn't one of his favorite people, and Billy isn't even on Tony's radar.
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[2/3]

[personal profile] selfhelpedhero 2012-11-25 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Personality: Billy isn't your average teenager, unless your average teenager also has super powers, then that's... certainly a thing. Raised by the Kaplan family, he lived a relatively normal life until his teen years. When we're first introduced to Billy, he was seen as a younger version of Thor, and going by the name 'Asgardian'. Even his costume was relatively similar, and he had the ability to call down thunder, and we didn't know that was just one of his many different traits. He comes off as a bit quiet and tends to shake his head at the shenanigans and in-fighting that happens within the Young Avengers group, at the start. Because at the start things were more simple. He was just this kid with powers, trying to impress the Avengers- men and women he looked up to since he was a kid.

I'd like to say Billy is one of the more mature teens in the group, and in ways he is yet there are ways he isn't. He is prone to child-like idiocy like all the others, his just tends to be more thought out. He is usually quite obedient as well, and tries to take orders accordingly, unless he has a real problem with said orders and who happens to be giving those orders. But if he doesn't agree and his temper is getting the best of him, he has no problems with turning things around and rebelling against whomever he needs to.

Billy is also driven and loyal. Both of these things plus his temper can often lead to dangerous things, but his intentions are always good. When his boyfriend, Teddy, was being attacked and threatened by a supremecist terrorist group, he found himself whiting out, and when he awoke the entire group of baddies were presumed dead, but actually they were just rendered unconcious. His magic is still quite unsteady, and his rage got the better of him. He was considered, and probably still is considered a low threat on the Avenger's radar. Something he doesn't like at all.

They do have their rights to be suspicious, given his family. In reality he is William Maximoff, the daughter of Wanda Maximoff, that's right... the Scarlet Witch. That means Magneto is his grandfather, Quicksilver his uncle. Once he and his twin brother, Tommy, found out who their mother really was, they went through all they could to find her. Billy went more than out of his way to do this, and this meant turning his back on the Avengers and the X-Men to do it. But she is family. He has no problems with his adopted parents, but there is so much he needs from her- like controlling his magic. Not to mention his favorite Avenger had always been the Scarlet Witch (she helped him stand up for himself once, when he was younger, and he never forgot her kind words and wise advice.)

Billy is also prone to mood swings. He can be dark, quite and broody when things go wrong and he doesn't think there is any way to make things better. The surest way to get him back on his feet is usually a little tough love from Teddy, whom he has always cared for deeply.
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[3/3]

[personal profile] selfhelpedhero 2012-11-25 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person: Well, this is most certainly new. I guess I'm not on some kind of field trip or anything, am I? I never had my parents sign anything, certainly not for this. I don't even remember getting on a train? I don't remember... uh, much of anything, actually. So... this is kind of awkward.

I am really tempted to throw a Wizard of Oz reference wildly into the wind right now, but I'm guessing now isn't the time... It wouldn't be very appropriate, I guess.

The watch is cool, though. Kind of small for texting, I can't see Teddy using one of these. His fingers would be too big. I can see video being more of his option.

Anyway... besides panicking and asking a lot of questions I'm sure the locals have heard way too many times, what else am I supposed to... do here? Is this a kidnapping attempt? Dudes, my family isn't exactly rich and I'm nothing special, believe me. This is either a mistake or you're looking for my brother, Tommy. He's more the... uh... type you would usually want to cart off to god-knows-where? I can get the mistake, we are twins after all. But here's a rule of thumb for you guys: him? unnaturally white hair. Me? Black hair. The differences are literally as simple as day and night.

So... If you don't mind me, I'll just uhm... be sitting right here. At the station. Waiting for this to fix itself. And I don't mean to rush you or anything? But can you hurry this up a bit?

I have a date.


Third Person: There, he hoped he sounded convincingly... normal? He didn't want to out himself as anything more than a teenager right now. As soon as he got off the train he could feel that something was off. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, and he felt just... a general unease about the situation. The past month had been rocky at the very least, and he and Teddy were just starting to get back into a regularly normal routine again, when this happens. Curse him and his luck, he just wanted some normal teenage bliss with his boyfriend... was that really so much to ask for?

He also had to wonder if the people who kidnapped him knew just who he was and the force they will be met with when his boyfriend and family found out what happened to him. Teddy would probably tear half of this city apart looking for him, that he knew for a fact. A twist in his gut did make him worry that perhaps the Avengers would be looking for him as well. Things had... been starting to patch up, but he knew they were still wary about his magic and the power he possessed, which wasn't his fault, but they seem to think it was.

Ugh. It was all too much, and to top it all off he was going to be late for Algebra, and he was trying so hard to catch up in his studies after being away for so long, wallowing in self pity and depression. Running his hand through his hair he bites his bottom lip, wondering if he should risk a fly around to scout out his surroundings. Ah... maybe not now, he should probably wait for more information before turning Wiccan on these people and having them give him information the hard way.

Billy was not fond of the hard way.
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[canon] rarity ll my little pony: friendship is magic ll not reserved [1/2]

[personal profile] ararity 2012-11-25 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: syd
Personal Journal: [personal profile] waffled
E-mail: elchicatigre@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: aim @ driedfishies

CHARACTER
Name: Rarity
Canon: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Timeline: post season 3 episode 2
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a

Personality: Rarity is... well, a rarity (and yes, the pun is completely intended, you're welcome.) At first glance she can be mistaken as a snob, someone who only care for looks and fashion. It's true that fashion is her life, her... passion, if you will. She runs a little boutique in Ponyville and she specializes in making clothing and accessories for the other ponies. It's her dream to one day be a famous fashion designer and to be recognized by her peers of the trade. She loves everything beautiful and is a sucker for jewels and all things shiny.

But that's just a small part of who she is. Underneath the glitz and the glamour is a caring, dutiful and generous friend. There is a reason her element is generosity, after all. There are many ways that show her generosity, one of the stronger moments of this would be in the pilot episode. Upon reaching a violent river then notice the cause of the water's temper is in actuality a tantruming sea serpent, his moustache uneven and this ruining his look. Rarity takes sympathy with him and ends up cutting off her own beautiful tail, weaving it into the ends of the ruined half of his moustache, so he can calm down and accept his look again. Coming from a pony like Rarity (who loathes getting wet/ruining her mane et all) it was a very big deal and showed her strength of character.

Being the type of pony she is she can be seen as fussy. It's one of the reasons why she clashes with fellow pony and friend, Apple Jack, so often. She is very much a priss little pony, polite to a fault and always minding her manners. But that doesn't mean she's weak. The others often believe she cannot take care of herself, but what she lacks in physical abilities she makes up for with force of will and a clever tongue.
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[2/2]

[personal profile] ararity 2012-11-25 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person: [It was an easy thing to work, once she figured out what it was. The device certainly wasn't pony friendly, but with a little bit of unicorn magic she has the device floating before her, the feed turning on. Now Ruby City will be graced by the lovely sight of one pretty little pony.]

Ah, here we are. Good evening... Ruby City, was it? I do beg your pardon if it is too late to be sending such a message, but I do believe there was a mistake in my arrival. See, my friends and I were on board to Canterlot and as... charming as your city is- and I do love the design of this cute little gadget, I am afraid I simply cannot stay. Busy pony, things to do, yes?

[The turns to approach the station once more, turning the watch to show how vacant the area was.]

It also seems you have lost my luggage. I am not one to complain frivolously... But I did have important things in there, why... my best scarves, the most charming little chapeau and a dress I was working on. Now, if there is somepony in charge that I may inquire to about this... mishap, I would greatly appreciate any and all assistance.

Thank you very much, darlings.

Third Person: Charming? Oh this place was anything but charming, and Rarity saved the scrunching of her nose for when the feed was turned off. This place seemed a tad too run-down for her expensive tastes, and she finds herself scraping her hoof on the pavement with disdain. How filthy, if only she had her boots on her, this wouldn't be half bad. She lifts her hoof, examining the dirt that sullied the fine polish she had applied earlier this evening, comfy and cozy in her bunk on the train.

Tch. Trains. She had half a mind to never trust the things ever again, if this is where she ended up, without her luggage as well! The nerve of some ponies. She exhales a puff of air as she slowly paced the station, awaiting assistance. They weren't a very tactful bunch, these ponies of Ruby City, and that was another thing! For a place called Ruby City, she expected gems, class and charming little buildings... perhaps a palace? But no. This was all very rubbish and growing more disappointing at the moment.

"Oh, don't rush for my sake." Mumbled under her breath as she stops her pacing. She was tired and hungry. If only the others were here, but she suspects they must be frantically on their way once they notice she is missing. She supposed she just had to wait until then, and perhaps they will be so wrought with worry they might shower her with gifts and affection. Yes... that sounded much better.

But for now she just had to wait. So, with a grimace, she uses her luxurious tail to wipe off the ground beneath her hooves, before daintily sitting. And waiting.

"Any time now, anypony... I am growing dreadful lonely."
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Re: [REVISION REQUESTED]

[personal profile] ararity 2012-11-25 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Patience is a virtue, Rarity. Just because no one has come to your aid, does not mean they won't." Her tone lacked it's usual confidence, and her ears lost their perk, drooping sadly as she waited. She had taken to pacing since her last rest, she was not accustomed to waiting so long for action to be taken. Perhaps this was more than just a mere mistake with the trains, if it were just a mistake then her friends would have been here ages ago to collect her and bring her back where she belongs.

As it stood she did not have many options. She was tempted to trot along the train tracks until they brought her to her desired location, but that was a reckless decision. First of all she didn't know which way to go and she knew if she did wander off it would only make her more lost than she already was. And second of all, she knew that the best thing to do when lost and unaware of her surroundings was to sit and wait. If one sits and waits patiently it would be easier on those who would rescue her. It was just the waiting that was difficult.

She felt herself pawing at the ground repeatedly once she stopped herself from pacing. She chewed on her bottom lip as she looked up the railway... then down it. The more she stayed here in one place thinking of these things, the more restless she became. Surely she of all ponies would have heard of a city with such a delightful name as Ruby City, she was not the most well-versed pony when it came to Equestria's lore, but she knew that much for sure... right? Could this be another plot of some long since gone evil? Perhaps he or she was attempting to separate her from her friends. United they stand, divided they fall, that was the saying... and it was especially true for her and her friends.

Exhaling with a shaky breath she shook her head. No... no she needed to stop thinking like that. She stomped at the ground, trying to steel herself. She was not going to succumb to despair just because the others were taking a tad too long. Holding her head higher than she had in the past twenty minutes, she knew what she had to do. Giving a determined look to the city before her, she slowly stepped off of the platform. If no one would come to her she would go to them. She needed some understanding of this place before she figured out what to do next, and if there was one thing Rarity was good at, it was mingling. Gathering information should be... well, it should be a piece of cake for her.

What did she have left to lose anyway?
Edited 2012-11-25 22:14 (UTC)
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Re: [REVISION REQUESTED]

[personal profile] selfhelpedhero 2012-11-25 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hello, Ruby City. You are greeted by the very unimpressed look of a teenager right now. The view shifts momentarily as he tries to make himself comfortable, which was growing increasingly more difficult with how cold it was getting.]

Hello? Is this thing on? It looks like it's on, so let's just go with that, then.

[His tone has a bit of a bite to it, more than he actually intended.]

Look, I don't know why I'm still here? Mistakes happen all the time, I can get that. Hell, I make mistakes every day and people usually don't hold that against me. But it's kind of chilly out here and I really do need to get back home. As it stands I'm super late and my boyfriend may or may not kill me for it.

[Okay so he was being a little over dramatic there. Teddy would be disappointed at best. Puffing out a breath he holds up an arm, showing that he was just in a t-shirt presently.]

I'm also not dressed for winter, as you can plainly see. At the very least if I can be directed to a warm place with hot chocolate optional? I would really like that. If this place also had decent cell reception it would be even more wonderful.

[He tried phoning everyone on his contact list twice now, to no avail. He knew there must be something bigger at work here, because nothing else made sense. But he had to play the part of a confused and very normal teenager a little bit longer.]

I'll still be riiiiiight here. Freezing to death.
Edited 2012-11-25 22:28 (UTC)
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[Canon] Graverobber || Repo! The Genetic Opera || Reserve || 1 of 2

[personal profile] graaaaves 2012-12-02 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: TC
Personal Journal: [personal profile] skreebat
E-mail: tee.cee.art@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: Kisekispitfire ; PLURK: Skreebat

CHARACTER
Name: Graverobber
Canon: Repo! The Genetic Opera
Timeline: Ending of the movie, after Nathan and Rotti’s death, Shilo’s disappearance and Amber taking over GeneCo.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: I don’t currently play any other character from this canon.

Personality:
There’s a lot to say about Graverobber’s personality. There’s more to him than meets the eye, as odd as he may seem at first.

Graverobber comes from a post-apocalyptic world that fell under attack of an organ failure epidemic that claimed the life of millions. In the midst of this chaos, a company called GeneCo emerges; GeneCo provides organ transplant and financing, although it comes with a risk: those who cannot pay their debt will have their organs revoked by the company’s Repo Men.
With this, a new trend emerged: plastic surgery becomes a fashion statement and many indulge in this to extremes, which can be verified through some of the examples of characters in the movie, such as Amber Sweet or Pavi Largo, daughter and son of the head of GeneCo, Roti Largo.
With all of this, GeneCo also creates Zydrate, a powerful (and addictive) painkiller. Throughout the scenes of the movie, the control of Zydrate usage is heavily mentioned, such as quotes like “Ask a Gentern if Zydrate is right for you.” airing through the city where the story takes place, helping the watcher realize how much of a problem Zydrate use and abuse is in storyverse. This is further proven when it’s acknowledged the existence of a Black Market, grave-robbers sell a cheap version of Zydrate, extracted from the millions of dead bodies that can be found in massive graves and cemeteries around the city.

Graverobber, as his nickname entails, indulges in those less-than-legal acts. He illegally gathers and sells Zydrate, and seems to be quite known in his area, as we can assume by the scenes during “Zydrate Anatomy”.
He goes about his “occupation” with an almost carefree demeanor, despite the fatal risks. We can observe, during “21st Century Cure” how he goes about grave robbing and Zydrate gathering in the most casual manner, despite Shilo’s presence and the nearing officers. He seems almost amused by this, going as far as being purposely loud (such as screaming “graves”) to attract the attention of the armed officers.

Although fitting in this environment, Graverobber has a more philosophical point of view than most of the characters in the show. He seems to be rather critical of the current lifestyle, seeing it as fickle and shallow, as he expresses during “21st Century Cure”. He doesn’t seem to agree with the surgery trend, but that doesn’t keep him from profiting from it and from people’s weaknesses and vices (such as Zydrate addiction). He also criticizes needless grudges, such as the situation between Rotti and Nathan, expressed during “Epitaph”. He presents his views on the inevitability of death and the how certain situations should be deemed unnecessary, leaving the viewer to construct their own critical opinions according to the situations in plot.


Graverobber can then be summarized as a neutral, and certainly self-servicing character. He follows his views as a third party of sorts, mentally distancing himself somewhat from the events around him to form his own opinions, which he is not shy to express.

Despite his critical personality, Graverobber still manages to make some sort of connection with other characters, though they usually seem to imply some sort of gain by his part. For example: his relationship with Amber Sweet, aforementioned daughter of the head of GeneCO, aspiring singer/performer, face of the Zydrate Support Network, as well as, ironically, a Zydrate addict. Although Graverobber shows some obvious animosity towards Amber, during “Zydrate Anatomy”, “Can’t Get It Up If The Girl’s Breathing” (deleted scene) and “At The Opera Tonight” (going as far as hiding in a dumpster to avoid her), he seems to be her recurrent dealer, as well as sexual partner ( hinted through their body language in “Zydrate Anatomy” and further proved during “Can’t Get It Up If The Girl’s Breathing” and “Come Up And Try My New Parts”, both scenes deleted from the original movie.).It goes to show that Graverobber, as much of a critic as he might be, indulges in such situations as sexual gratification and monetary gain, possibly fed by his own bleak view of the frivolity in most things in life.

He might sometimes break this streak (although not by much), as is seen in his interactions with Shilo. Having gotten her caught by GeneCo agents and in the claws of Roti Largo, he still returns to save her and safely get her back home. He, however, takes a detour through alley populated by Zydrate addicts, where the events of “Zydrate Anatomy” take place, but with the purpose of enlightening her on the existence of Zydrate, Amber’s addiction, as well as explain to her Mag’s situation. When the alarms sound, he finally does help Shilo safely escape and find her way home, says his goodbyes with an almost gentleman-like gesture. He might have had his attention peeked by Shilo’s naivety, but it is unclear if his actions were fueled by other motives or not. It is to note, however, his somewhat different demeanor with a more innocent character.

In conclusion. Graverobber is one to not take sides. He forms his own opinions and views, more easily acting as someone else’s unrequited guide than to follow outward influences, although his critical point of view might not allow him to do so. Due to his own self-distancing, his actions might seem a bit odd to other parties, which will end up fueling his own amusement through observing the various reactions. He is an observer, a critic, one who enjoys his pleasures, and neither a leader nor a follower, but one who makes his own path.
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[Canon] Graverobber || Repo! The Genetic Opera || Reserve || 2 of 2

[personal profile] graaaaves 2012-12-02 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
First Person:
[ Another evening, another train. The line of smoke and the screech from the tracks were familiar sights and sounds for the city, but not for him.
He wakes up when the train came to a halt, falling off the seat he was laying across. Sitting up quickly, he takes a look at his surroundings… where is he? A ...train cabin?
He stands and leaves the cabin in careful steps. The train is dark and apparently empty…there’s a door open, and it leads to the station.

Where’s…this? It looks so different. So… clean, in a way.

What happened here?

He narrows his eyes and calls out, but not too loud.]


Hello?

[ He reaches into his jacket, waiting for some sort of response, some sign of life, preparing for some sort of ambush.
Could someone have just grabbed him out of his hideout and shoved him into a train to…wherever this is?
But things didn’t work that way.
It doesn’t make any sense.

Huh. Nothing there.

Time to take a look around and hope this isn’t some elaborate mouse trap.]


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Musebox thread example. (Content warning: drug selling and usage.)

Third Person:
He had gotten too used to living in alleyways. Not that he hadn’t considered looking for shelter in one of those apparently empty buildings; but he had yet checked how things worked around here. Debts were something one from his world would learn to avoid, especially those that might spring up on you out of nowhere. So a fire in a barrel would suffice, for now, if the cold didn’t suddenly take a turn for the worse.

Looking for a way back had proven fruitless. Then again, it was hard to know which direction you should be headed when you have no idea where you are. The city looked stuck in time, from a time long before he was born, and some of the things around there weren’t… human.

He couldn’t tell what was real or what was not, anymore. Many ideas passed through his mind; that that was some kind of overrealistic nightmare, some kind of new mind-control torture by GeneCo, some kind of terrifying trip, or maybe he was just dead. All of these ideas seemed ridiculous once he was over them, but so did his situation. So did that place.

From a world where people were barely human anymore, where technology took over, where Nature failed, where changed was not only revered, but forced, to this city lost in time (and, apparently, in space), by the mysterious hands of fate, together with humans and monsters and creatures never before seen, he wondered if his mind had not simply broken apart.
But no. It was too real, as ridiculous as it seemed.

To a world of monsters from a world of barely-men; was there that much of a difference?

His gloves weren’t doing much for warming his hands. He just stared into the fire, sunken into his coat. He started to think that, between here or going “home”, neither of the options seemed to be of great value. Sinking his hands into his coat, he almost hissed at the cold—before turning his head.

Voices. Someone in the city—when they came into view, he realized that they were some of the non-human residents. He watched them; they seemed happy. Some joyful conversation about something meaningless, he assumed. He raised an eyebrow… how can these…people, these things be so happy here? Trapped in some God forsaken city in the middle of nowhere. How did those things even come to be?

Once they were gone, he stepped out of the alleyway. His breath fumed in front of him and he mentally cursed the cold, but he watched them. Watched them walk through the streets like it was nothing. Humans and non-humans, conversations and lives abound. Windows lit and life invading the night. Nothing like “home”. Death didn’t haunt this place and he wasn’t sure if he loathed it or not. It just felt…different.

He found himself stepping into a...bar of some sort. The bright lights and clean environment was nothing sort of odd. He looked around and stepped up to the counter while he brushed the snow off his sleeves. Amazingly non-threatening locale. He took a seat by the bar and considered his options. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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Dean Winchester | Supernatural | Reserved

[personal profile] sixbuckdropout 2012-12-02 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Abby
Personal Journal: [personal profile] xherrdoktor
E-mail: senpainoticesyou@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: xherrdoktor; aim

CHARACTER
Name: Dean Winchester
Canon: Supernatural
Timeline: Season 4, Episode 1
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
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[personal profile] sixbuckdropout 2012-12-02 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Personality: Like any person in the history of existence, Dean has his share of positive and negative traits. In Dean’s case, he’s not exactly consistent. He could be displaying one trait and depending upon the situation, it could fall into the categories of either positive or negative. Overall, he’s a genuinely good guy.

He’s been involved with hunting since childhood and this has moulded him into the man he is today; the entirety of his life since his mother’s death has been being dragged across the country. This is a lifestyle he’s come to accept, because there isn’t another option for him. He knows he has no future in a “normal” life; he dropped out of high school, and front the constant moving, he never learnt how to form meaningful relationships with anyone outside of his father and brother. What was the point? He’d just be moving again in a day, or a week, or a month. His future lies with the one thing he’s good at—hunting. Someone has to do it. If he doesn’t, who will? If he has a normal lifestyle and doesn’t hunt, more people are going to needlessly die. It’s the job no one wants and nothing good actually comes out of it.

From his years growing up on the move with his father, he’s learnt a variety of skills. He’s apparently talented at poker and has no qualms with credit card fraud; it’s the only way he can truly make an income. The investigative aspects of his job has also given him the ability to lie and act very well; put him in a suit and he could be a very convincing FBI agent, despite his young age. He’s able to get people to trust him in these situations, and not only because he’s posing as an authority figure, but because despite his lack of education, he is knowledgeable in subjects that pertain to his interests. (See: monsters, demons, supernatural things, his car—which he was able to completely restore despite being totalled.)

On the night his mother died, his father told him to look after Sammy. Since then, that’s become the mantra for his life. Obviously hunting takes a great deal of his time and energy, but there is absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do for Sam. He would give his life for him, and has done so. It could even be said that Dean is emotionally co-dependent to his brother. There are moments where it seems like Dean can’t be happy unless Sam’s with him. It doesn’t matter that they don’t always see eye to eye, he’s the older brother. Anything that happens in Sam’s life is completely his responsibility. If something bad happened? Guess whose fault it is for not looking after him well enough?

The biggest fault Dean has, apart from his obsession with food and drinking, is that he’s reckless. He has a hero complex and he tends to rush right into the line of fire without putting much planning into consideration. This typically occurs when he’s already worked up about something. Even still, the usually needs someone sensible to counterbalance his recklessness in given situations.

Another thing to note about Dean is his lack of technological prowess. It shouldn’t be surprising considering he lives on the road. Sam is typically the one to do online research. When it’s left to Dean, Mister-I-Don’t-Know-What-Myspace-Is, you can expect him to be unable to turn up any results in search databases, because he typed in something about ghost killers in a newspaper archive or something.
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Dean Winchester | Supernatural | Reserved

[personal profile] sixbuckdropout 2012-12-02 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person:
[It takes Dean a lot longer than necessary to figure out how to use his watch, but after an indiscernible about of time, he’s finally figured out that hey, there’s a writing function on this thing. Who’ve known?]

Ok I’ll make this quick because I really don’t have a lot of time
but does anyone have a clue where this
I’m not blind I see the sign says ruby city and all but I need a bit more detail than that
is this wyoming or something?
it looks like the middle of nowhere
no seriously can anyone even read this at all
I’m not supposed to be in any environment with a temperature lower than like 100
but since I am, might as well get used to it
does anyone know Sam Winchester
or know where I can get a lot of salt?

[Not even going to lie, he feels like a dumbass for just sending those messages off when he hasn’t a clue if anyone can even read them, but… he needs answers.]


Third Person: Dean wasn’t sure how to explain it. One moment he was burning hot, not just temperature wise, but with rage as well. It was a horrible dark feeling that he couldn’t articulate. Only those who had experienced the depths of hell could understand it, anyway. It had only been about four months, but it felt like decades that he’d been there. It wasn’t going to stop, either. It never would. That was the thing about hell. It wasn’t something he could ever adjust to. At least, this is what he hoped. If he started to become accustomed to it, that would mean he was losing his humanity. It was inevitable that it would happen, if he were there long enough.

That’s what confused him the most. He should’ve been there forever. Then somehow, Dean found himself not there. His mind was hazy, his body aching everywhere as if he’d been immobile for months. That’s when it hit him that this was actually his physical body. It was supposed to be burnt or buried somewhere. It should’ve been decomposed and absolutely nasty. Soreness aside, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

It was almost as if he hadn’t been sent to hell.

Dean knew he wasn’t as clever as someone like brother, but he was knowledgeable enough to know that this sort of thing didn’t happen. No one just gets yanked out of hell as if it’s nothing. Something big must’ve happened, but he couldn’t think of anything powerful enough to even do this. He’d admit only to himself just how frightening this was. He’d much prefer the known enemy than the unknown. He didn’t know whether it was friend or foe that had assisted him, but it was enough to make him wary.

He wasn’t even aware that he’d been on a train until he found himself getting off it. Each step hurt, but he endured because for whatever reason, he felt compelled. Now that he was moving, it was easier for him to become more alert and just soak up the environment. It was cold, much colder than he was used to anymore. He definitely wasn’t equipped for this temperature, either. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled, rubbing his arms absentmindedly as he walked around the train platform.

God, he was hungry. This place seemed like a ghost town, but he hoped there was at least a burger joint in the area. His mouth salivated at the thought. A burger and pie. Or fries. Hell, he’d go for anything at this point. It was a matter of orienting himself and finding a restaurant.

Within minutes of getting off the train, he knew one thing for certain: he had no fucking idea where or what Ruby City was.