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[CANON ] Helen Magnus || Sanctuary || No Reserve || 1 of 3

[personal profile] lifewithoutrest 2012-02-24 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Ashley
Personal Journal: [personal profile] sentientmist
E-mail: sentientmist@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: sentientmist on AIM

CHARACTER
Name: Helen Magnus
Canon: Sanctuary
Timeline: Just after Firewall.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this? N/A
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Re: [CANON ] Helen Magnus || Sanctuary || No Reserve || 2 of 3

[personal profile] lifewithoutrest 2012-02-24 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Personality: Helen Magnus was born to Gregory Magnus and Patricia Heathering on August 27, in the year 1850. She was brought up in Victorian London, and as a young woman she attended the Royal College of Surgeons. However, in that time, it was found unacceptable for a woman to become a doctor, and her application to be certified was repeatedly denied. Frustrated, but never one to back down, she went to her father, a leading physician of his time. She begged him to mentor her, to show her his work. He agreed, and her life was forever changed by what she learned.

Assisting her father in his work, Helen discovered a world she had never before known existed. His Sanctuary was home to creatures of myth and legend, creatures known as abnormals. She had found her calling.

With her father’s help, Helen was able to study at Oxford where she met four classmates who would become involved with her work, allowing themselves to be injected with a serum derived from pure vampire blood. Each received a unique gift from this experiment. Helen’s was longevity.

Her extremely slow aging has given Helen many opportunities she would never have had otherwise. She has witnessed incredible things in her life, major historical events most can only wonder at, and she has seen both the beauty and the darkness of life. It has also led her to have a unique perspective of the world we live in. Over the years she expanded her father’s work, creating a network which spans the globe providing sanctuary for abnormals everywhere.

While her longevity has been a blessing in her work, it has often been a curse in other ways. Imagine knowing you will outlive virtually everyone you love. This is a reality Helen lives with every day. She is painfully aware that she will likely lose anyone she gets close to, either through her work or to age. Perhaps one of her most significant losses was that of James Watson, her partner and colleague of more than a century. Over time, this awareness has come to have a significant impact on the decisions she makes and the relationships she has.

Though she sometimes appears soft, there is no question Helen is strong, capable, and passionate about her work. We see exactly how far she is willing to go in order to protect her work when we learn about The Five hunting down Adam Worth. It is also seen in the countless times she has risked her life for the Sanctuary. However, upon first meeting her, she can often seem distant. In truth, she is quite the opposite.

Helen is a very guarded individual, as much out of necessity as anything else. The unknown length of her life, and the uncertainty of her work has left her reluctant to open up to another person. Those she allows behind her walls are few, and she selects them carefully. It means a great deal if she is willing to open her heart to you, or even simply be herself in your company.

This is not to say she is shy about intimacy. She is comfortable with herself and her body, and she is surprisingly fond of physical contact, knowing that a simple touch can often mean more than words. This is most obvious when she is with those closest to her, especially with her daughter, Ashley. Her body language is more apt to voice her thoughts than she is, and if one truly hopes to gain insight into her emotions, they need only learn to pay attention to her eyes.

Helen is confident, occasionally to a fault, but she also tends to take others’ burdens as her own. She harbors a tremendous amount of guilt, often blaming herself for circumstances beyond her control. While she makes it a practice not to hold regrets, her mistakes and failures are rarely far from the surface, influencing her methods and actions.

Though Helen has lived too long and seen too much to follow any specific religion, she has a great deal of faith. She is very spiritual, in her own way. She does believe there is something greater than herself, and at times, she draws strength and comfort from that belief. Still, what truly keeps her waking up in the morning is her work. She has devoted nearly her entire life to ensuring abnormals are given protection and common courtesy, while also working to protect humans from those abnormals too dangerous to be allowed freedom.

One of Helen’s more interesting qualities is her sense of humor. It is very dry and occasionally almost unsophisticated. This is usually only seen when she is in the company of those she considers close friends.

Underneath it all, Helen is caring and compassionate in everything she does, giving to others more than she would ever consider taking for herself. She is a very unique individual who has lived through things most could not imagine, but she takes it mostly in stride. Her work is never finished, and she will not rest until it is.
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Re: [CANON ] Helen Magnus || Sanctuary || No Reserve || 3 of 3

[personal profile] lifewithoutrest 2012-02-24 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person: [Last she remembers, she had been warring with another bout of insomnia, nothing particularly unusual. But this? This is unusual. She doesn’t recall falling asleep, and she certainly has no explanation for why she is waking up on a train which appears to be heading to an unfamiliar city. Perhaps she had fallen asleep after all, and this is only a dream, a product of her own memory and imagination.]

It’s been decades since I was on a train.

[Some instinct tells her this is not a dream. It’s very much real. As the train lurches to a halt, she stands, glancing over her shoulder before she steps out onto the platform. She already knows the train will not be taking her back, and she doesn’t turn when she hears it leave, instead looking at the city before her.]

Where am I?

Third Person: Some days, they would fall into the familiar banter she had come to rely on over the years; other days, he didn’t even recognize her. Those days were the most difficult. She sat, holding his hand tightly, listening to him tell stories from his time in the system as silent tears slid down her cheeks, splashing onto their joined hands. His beautiful mind had long ago succumbed to the rigors of age. Those days, seeing what had become of him was almost too much for Helen to bear. Those days, Helen left his room in the early hours of the morning, long after he’d fallen asleep, and curled into her own bed, entire body aching, as she wept. She was losing him; day by day, minute by minute, he was slipping away from her.

She was on a mission in Old City, in the middle of the worst storm of the year, when she got the call. It was time. Reaching for the nearest member of her team, she caught his arm, pulling him close. Her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper, “I have to go.”

Releasing the young man, she turned, sprinting through the rain to her van. They knew, of course. They all knew, but not one of them dared breathe a word of it in her presence. He was the one subject she refused to speak about; there was no need for them to know, and Will deserved his peace. However, as she drove into the night, they all knew they would be looking at a different woman come morning.

When she slipped into his quarters, it was with a heavy heart, knowing this was the last time she would be coming to see him. She dismissed the medical staff with a quiet, “Thank you,” standing just inside the doorway long after they had left. This would be their last night together.
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[CANON] ARTHUR KIRKLAND || Axis Powers: Hetalia || No Reserve || 1 of 3

[personal profile] rule_britannia 2012-02-24 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Fiona
Personal Journal: [personal profile] blood_winged
E-mail: scorpiodraconis@msn.com
AIM/MSN/etc: littlebritteacup/scorpiodraconis@msn.com

CHARACTER
Name: Arthur Kirkland
Canon: Hetalia
Timeline: Modern (2012) onwards
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
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Re: [CANON] ARTHUR KIRKLAND || Axis Powers: Hetalia || No Reserve || 1 of 3

[personal profile] rule_britannia 2012-02-24 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Personality:

Although at first he can be cold and seems easily irritated, Arthur will quickly warm up to people that he likes. He finds conversation difficult, not for any lack of trying but rather because he often finds it hard to make himself understood, lacking a certain tact that many other European nations are blessed with. When he is annoyed he will usually make a situation worse by arguing long after he really needs to, and since he doesn't like to apologise such things are usually left until the other side gives in. He is incredibly stubborn, and it takes a lot for him to give in once he has decided that he thinks of something in a certain way.

Arthur has gone from being picked on and bullied as a young nation, to a major world power, and is now dealing with the fact that he is no longer one of the world's superpowers (even if his government doesn't want to admit it). He can be quite sensitive about the issue and doesn't like to have it brought up, though rather than making him angry he has a tendency to become melancholy when it is talked about. He still has some personality left over from his days as an Empire, making him occasionally rash and impulsive, and he often thinks that he can do things which are simply beyond his ability. His years of self-imposed isolation have meant that he finds it harder than some to make new friends, and although he will often say that he is perfectly content with being alone, he is of course lying.

He becomes flustered under close scrutiny and if paid compliments, but hates blushing and will often become moody if such a thing happens. Only tolerating teasing from very few people he will come back with biting comments at others, the sharpness of his mind certainly not dulled by his age. However under the right circumstances he can be incredibly sweet, kind and caring, and is capable of being very charming when he wants to be. Arthur has a very chivalrous side when it comes to women, and will always treat them with the utmost respect, holding doors open and pulling out chairs for them, often to the bemusement of other male nations.

If he is relaxed enough with somebody they will discover an entirely new aspect of his personality, very cheeky and fun-loving, but this isn't something that many people get to witness.

The pirate-turned-gentleman can become moody around certain times of the year, even at times which often don't seem clear to anyone else.

It is almost a trademark of Arthur's that he enjoys drinking tea, and he does, almost to an excess and he can sometimes become a little hyperactive because of the amount of caffeine when he has had too much of it and very little to eat. He is currently a recovering alcoholic, after hitting the bottle over 200 years ago and drinking rather steadily since. Although he still slips up at times he tries his best not to drink, since he knows what it does to him more often than not and he doesn't really enjoy being like that (particularly not the morning after, when he simply wants to die). He likes the smell of coffee though he doesn't often drink it.

Arthur can't cook, and he knows that he can't. The one thing that he is capable of making is a full English breakfast, something which he prides himself on, though it is something of a mystery how he can make something with so many components and yet still manage to burn soup.

His magical ability, something that he shares with his brothers as well as Norway, Egypt and Romania, is something which he rarely shows off to other people unless he can trust them not to simply think that he's insane. Despite the fact that his talents have been severely damaged by two centuries of alcohol abuse, he is slowly recovering them and doesn't blow things up half as much as he used to. When he is pushed to an extreme level of emotional upset he will often make jars explode without meaning to, however this happens very rarely.
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Re: [CANON] ARTHUR KIRKLAND || Axis Powers: Hetalia || No Reserve || 1 of 3

[personal profile] rule_britannia 2012-02-24 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person:

[When he wakes, he’s disoriented, but that is hardly anything new for the lapsed-recovering alcoholic. His first thought, of course, is that he’s gone on another bender and somehow found himself on the other side of the country (again), however when he opens his eyes and looks out of the train window it is immediately clear to him that this is not England, not Britain, not even Europe by the looks of it. Plains, as far as he could see. A strange feeling comes over him, one of being watched and not by a presence that he thought entirely friendly, but a quick turning in his seat reveals nothing other than the undeniable fact that he is utterly alone.]

What the bloody hell did I drink..?

[It is curiosity, more than the strange urge that he has to disembark that pushes him from the train. The clothes he is wearing are familiar at least, save for… wait, what is this? He pats his pocket, hoping for a ticket stub or something to tell him where the devil he is, and draws out a watch, turning it over in his hands as he steps out onto the platform. A watch, it looks like, but not like any watch he’s ever seen before. He frowns, and looks up and down the deserted train platform. His finger slides along the edge of the watch, unwittingly broadcasting communications to anyone who’s listening.]

Where the hell am I…

Third Person:

‘Til now, I always got by on my own, I never really cared until I met y—‘

Arthur made an irritated sound and smacked his hand against the ‘off’ button of the radio. He was sure that song was dogging him and it was only making it more difficult to concentrate on what he was going to do. What he wanted to do. So far he had attempted three times to get the words out but twice nothing had happened and the third time he had been interrupted and simply shot a snide insult instead. It had done very little to help his cause but he supposed that Alfred had to be used to that kind of thing by now.

He didn’t think that the younger man was on to him, but how could he be? Arthur was rather aware that he was no prize catch and he had spent so many years ridiculing the American nation that it was almost second nature for him to do so. Today, he was going to do it. He was going to tell the idiot how he felt once and for all, for better or worse. The consequences didn’t bear thinking about if it went badly – he knew he’d not feel right showing his face for a while – but he was refusing to allow himself to be beaten by such a foolish thing as a crush on a boy.

Gazing up at the high ceiling of his hotel room, Arthur let out a slow sigh and shook his head. He hated being in this country, but he loved it all the same. There was no other land quite like America, no other place made him feel so bloody insignificant and it drove him insane. Yet, he always felt so remarkably comfortable here. Perhaps that was odd considering his history with it but they were far from Virginia now, and such things didn’t bother him as much when there was nothing around to remind him.

Finally, he rolled out of bed and moved to the bathroom to wash his face and shave the slight crop of stubble that was dusting the lower half of his face. Putting on his tie took too long, and it was when he noticed that his hands were shaking that he had to open the minibar and grab a small bottle of whiskey that he downed in one mouthful. As the liquid burned its way down to his stomach and settled there as an uncomfortable heat, he leaned on the dresser and stared at himself. The past two decades had not been terribly kind to Arthur, and it showed when he stopped to look at his reflection. He was a little too thin, he knew that, and the pallor of his skin was just shy of unhealthy. What bothered him the most were the purplish shadows under his eyes, and had he been a vainer man (one did come to mind) he might have used makeup to cover them.

However, Arthur was not that vain of a man and he took one last look at himself before grabbing his jacket and heading out.
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[Canon] Roxy Lalonde | MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck | Not Reserved

[personal profile] tipsywhorebible 2012-02-25 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"dis is gon be hoorible... horbible... whore bible... bullseye."
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[OC] Rufus Townsen | Not Reserved | 1/2

[personal profile] westerned 2012-02-25 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Stephen
Personal Journal: n/a
E-mail: s.emhecht@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: aim is interrobangings, skype is ddrwakalaka


CHARACTER
Name: Rufus Townsen
Age: 20
Appearance: Rufus is approximately 5'7” and around 155lbs of athletic muscle. His skin is slightly tan and his nose has a perpetual sunburn which never seems to go away. His regular attire is a red plaid long-sleeve with a green bandana tied around his neck. His hair's blonde, but it's mostly hidden under a brown cowboy hat. He's got a bit of scruff growing on his chin. Rufus' eyes are blue. For pants, he usually just wears blue-jeans and cowboy boots with spurs that jingle jangle jingle. (Jingle jangle.)
Rufus grew up in the South, which affected his manner of speech. The vocabulary he uses is usually quite simple, though this is simply a manner of choice rather than a lack of intelligence. As well, he shortens his words when he speaks. For example, “Have you seen anything?” would become “Have y'seen anythin'?” When addressing people he hasn't ever met before, he'll refer to them as “ma'am,” “miss,” or “sir.” And since Rufus is polite, he rarely ever swears. Rufus likes to use silly analogies, such as “an' that's like findin' a needle in a haystack,” “yer about as cool as a glass of milk left out on a hot day. Just as rotten, too,” and “yer a sneaky slithery snake. 'Specially 'cause I don' like usin' alliterations!”
Personality: Rufus, to put it quite simply, is gentle and kind. He's the kind of person who, if he ever saw an injured animal, would take it and nurse it back to health on his own. He tries to be reasonable and fair to everyone he knows and tires to never take advantage of anyone. Rufus is also quite trusting to strangers if they seem like a trustworthy person. To him, a trustworthy person is someone who shows kindness to others, to put it simply.

If confronted, he'll generally try to keep the situation calm and try to reason with whomever is trying to attack or confront him, but if it all fails, he'll resort to using force to protect himself and any innocents nearby.

Unfortunately, due to the way his parents died, he blames himself for both of their deaths. When faced with the death of someone he cares about, it's practically world-shattering for him. Due to their deaths, he's never been able to accept death properly.

When it comes to sex, Rufus is a little shy. He's had very little experience, and the experiences he's had was a 7-minutes-in-heaven with a girl he didn't particularly like, which weirded him out severely. He knows that Tab A goes into Slot B (or maybe even C,) but if he had to put that to practice, he'd be rather shy about it and not know how to make it feel amazing for his partner.

Rufus considers himself to be somewhat of a gentleman, though sometimes it seems as if he's being flirty. He'll tip his hat, bow, and other things like that. Sometimes he'll even give a wink or a coy little smile, but he doesn't mean to seem flirty at all. In his mind, he's just being polite.

His social skills aren't the best amazing, but he's got a certain charm about him which usually gets him out of trouble. Or into it, depending on whom he's speaking to. He isn't one to be able to tell what someone's thinking, unless it's at least a little obvious. His manners are fairly good, too. Except when he eats. He's a messy eater.

There's quite a few things that Rufus likes. He likes good ol' fashioned country music, playing the guitar, home-cooked meals, cooking home-cooked meals, tending to animals, helping people out, tending to vegetables, and a nice cold glass of milk.

Although Rufus is usually a non-violent person, he believes in justice above all else. He'll confront the person he's against with intense passion if the reasoning fails. Of course, he'll try not to get incredibly violent at first, but he'll bring out his guns if necessary.

Rufus is a hard worker. He's the kind of person who takes up a job and sees things through until the end. To him, he feels the need to make sure things are finished, not just finish it up halfway and pick it up some other day. He'll try to take as few breaks as possible.

While he tries not to judge anyone, he doesn't think too highly of people who drink lots of alcohol, since the only experience he's had with alcoholics is his awful father. He's indifferent to herbal drugs, such as marijuana.

There are a few things which bother Rufus. The first is the whirr of an electrical can-opener. That freaks him out and causes him to freeze up a bit. Second would be the sight of dead bodies. It causes him to remember that incident with his father, which causes him to feel nauseous and ill. Finally, the smell of too much alcohol in someone's breath shifts his mood into an unpleasant one. He'll usually remove himself from the situation as fast as he can, but if he's stuck there, he'll forcefully leave.

World Information: Rufus' world is nearly identical to modern-day earth, though there are some minor differences. Stereotypes are more common than in ours. Some people, for example, seem exactly like stock characters, while others seem like real people.

Technologically, it's the same. However, Rufus lives in a VERY small town. His town isn't all that advanced, though people are aware of more technological stuff, such as the internet and MP3 players and whatnot.

Rufus' town, named Smallstrap, has a population of maybe 1000 people. There's a general store, a small clinic, a saloon or two, a library, a bank, and a few other stores. It's not very big, and the population is quite close-knit. Everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows if something happens, no matter how small.
History: Rufus' story began in a small ranch in the southern United States, the home of the Townsen family. His parents were a happy couple; Jeremiah Townsen loved his wife more than anything anything in the world, and Anna-Lee Henders felt much the same. Everything seemed to be going well for them, and nothing seemed to separate them. Case in point, they were together when Anna-Lee gave birth on a peaceful September morning, in which a beautiful baby boy was born..

Unfortunately, a tragedy struck the Townsens immediately afterward. The strain of giving birth was too hard on poor Anna-Lee's body. Suffering from a weak heart and a tiny body, she held her baby in her arms, kissing her “little Rufus” on the forehead before she passed away.

Jeremiah, who was furious at the loss of his wife, blamed the whole thing on his son. Though he was a baby, he already didn't like him one bit. He did take his darling wife away from him, after all. However, blaming Rufus wouldn't take the pain of losing his wife away, so he ended up turning to alcohol.

This, in turn, led to many unfortunate accidents which happened to Rufus while he was growing up. On his fourth birthday, Jeremiah accidentally cut off Rufus' left index finger in an unfortunate can-opening accident. It was very unfortunate. Hence the unfortunate event of misfortune. His father took him to the hospital with that excuse that Rufus had somehow got his hand caught in a bear trap.

When Rufus was nine, he lost his middle finger and a chunk of his ear when he lost his temper and flipped off his father. Which wasn't a good idea, considering how drunk his father was at the time. He chased after him with a pistol, firing shot after shot at him, hitting him first in the hand, which caused Rufus to start running, then once more in the ear before he successfully got away.

When his father finally sobered up a little, he took Rufus to the hospital with the excuse that he had fallen into another bear trap. The doctors didn't really believe Jeremiah, but they didn't have any proof. The wound had been thoroughly cleaned. Unfortunately, the damage was irreversible at that point. Rufus was now down two fingers and a half an ear.

Besides that, Rufus' life wasn't so bad, really. When he was six years old, he started an impromptu homeschooling from his father, but still made a few friends, though he was always forced to do chores and whatnot at home. Stuff like tending to farm animals, tilling the field, planting crops... Farmer stuff. This continued into his adolescent life, even as he got his own job and began to practice with pistols of his own. It was exciting to buy both of them, since he'd been saving up for a long time to buy them.


Although some people found it rather silly, he gave his pistols names of their own. The one for his left hand was named John Wilkes Booth, while the other one was named Lee Harvey Oswald. Though both were named after infamous assassins, he vowed only to use them for good. In his mind, he thought he could “redeem” the two men if he tried hard enough.

He practised frequently, eventually becoming an excellent shot that many people became jealous of. In fact, when he was only sixteen years old, he worked his hardest to win first place in a shooting competition in an attempt to impress his father. Unfortunately, his father didn't even care. While he knew he was a great shot, he wouldn't dare brag about it. Rufus had grown up to become a polite young man with impeccable manners. Well, usually. If there was one thing that could ever make Rufus angry, it would be people mistreating others.

This proved to be a source of stress for him, since his father had become one of the rudest, cruelest, nastiest people he had ever met by the time Rufus had turned seventeen. Thankfully, years of living with this man had taught him to be patient with his kind of people. But still, there were days where it almost became unbearable to live with him, try as he might.

One small argument over the cooking (which Rufus always did) escalated into a gunpoint stand off which both parties practically dared the other to fire. Of course, neither of them did.

Rufus' adolescence was mostly normal. He was a polite young man with good looks, but he wasn't too interested in dating anyone. He wasn't popular or unpopular. It was as if the very school around him was indifferent about him being there. However, when he did attend highschool, people immediately asked questions about his hands and ear. Rufus' excuse was, "fell onto a bear trap. Dang thing cut me up real good."

But a week after Rufus had turned eighteen, he received a phonecall from a friend, who informed him that his father was threatening people in town. Without a moment of hesitation, Rufus headed out to deal with the situation.

The sight he was greeted by wasn't exactly pretty. His father had shot a man in the face on the main street and was now holding a young woman hostage. She was crying out for help. The second his father noticed Rufus, he sneered, and pressed his gun against the hostage's face with more pressure, making her squirm. He was drunker than he'd ever been.

Rufus quickly drew his guns, pointing them at his father. He was quivering with fear, having to point weapons at his own old man, but he couldn't just let him potentially kill another person.

“Do it, Rufus! I fuckin' dare ya, y'little faggot!” screamed his father, his face contorted with rage. “Y'fuckin' dare t'point guns't me, y'nasty lil' shitter. Y'aren't even s'posed to be alive! Yer mother wanted ya, not me!”

Such insults had been heard before by Rufus, so he just gulped and kept his pistols at the ready. “Daddy... please, don' make me do anythin' irrational...” he pleaded, staring down his father.

“Don' call me daddy, y'piece of shit! I never loved you, not fer a moment!”

Something at that moment broke inside of Rufus. Although his father had never told him he loved him before, he had never told him that he didn't love him at all. Never before. But this was too much to bear for Rufus.

“...I'm sorry,” was the last thing Rufus said to his father before he fired upon him with both pistols. He hit his target with incredible accuracy, hitting just above each eyeball with a sickening crack. With that same disgusting sneer on his face, he fell to the ground, dead.

People swarmed Rufus, picking him up into the air, parading him around and calling him a hero. Of course, the dead men were attended to and the young girl who had been held hostage was sent home, but Rufus was a hero!

He certainly didn't look like a hero. His expression was blank, slightly solemn, and sad. He didn't cry, though. Or smile. Or hardly even move. He just let the townsfolk have their fun before heading home to sit quietly and do nothing.

The next day, Rufus rode down the main street of town again, this time with a carful of mementos, his guns, clothes, and some money. The empty, sad expression was gone, instead replaced with a cheery smile. Even though he looked happy, upon close inspection, it was clearly fake. But nonetheless, he carried on through town.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Rufus is an adult male. He's susceptible to burning, stabbing, ripping, tearing, shooting, cutting, slicing, and any other awful forms of being injured as most anyone else is. He's in pretty good shape, however, so he'd be able to take more than a few hits before going down.
While shooting, his right hand is more prone to recoil due to his erratic grip, so he can't shoot as fast as he can with his left hand.
Unfortunately, he's actually a bit dumb. Perhaps dumb would be the wrong word, though. Naïve might be a better way to describe it. Since he never really get the chance to go out and experience the world, he's not all that sure about certain things. For example, he's slightly rusty with his people skills, he won't know what certain things are worth, he's kind of a poor driver, he can't swim, he thinks lobsters are giant bugs, and other silly things like that. But because of this, he's very willing to learn.
Abilities: Rufus doesn't have any "magic," but he's an EXCELLENT shot with two pistols, and can play guitar. He also knows basic life skills and can live on his own, but this isn't really a power or ability. He can drive a car or a horse, as well.

Due to the loss of two fingers, life has been a little harder for him. His dexterity with his middle-right finger is that of the average person's index finger from years of practice, however. He fires the trigger of his right gun with said finger, as well as manages to play guitar with it, though he has to play slowly or he'll mess up.

Despite all his experience and practicing, he still fumbles up a little bit. For example, if someone asked him to catch something, he might accidentally drop it. He's also more prone to losing his grip than other people are, too.
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[OC] Rufus Townsen | Not Reserved | 2/2

[personal profile] westerned 2012-02-25 03:37 am (UTC)(link)


First Person: I have samples from Exitvoid, Ruby City, and Lovestruck.
I'M REAPPING SO... YEAH. Stuff I did when I was actually in the game.

Third Person: Waking up in a cold sweat was never pleasant. Everyone knows that. Be it from sickness, nightmares, or something else, they were all equally bad. In Rufus' case, it was a nightmare. He slowly sat up, trying to clear the grogginess from his head just for the moment. What had he been dreaming about? What was so terrifying?

And then he remembered: his father. Ever since that hostage incident, Rufus had been plagued by awful nightmares involving his father. In the dreams, the scene would relive itself, but with differences each time. Every time he had to shoot down his father, another bullet hole would be in his head, mocking him, screaming insults. Every time, the same awful feeling.

Once more, Rufus shook his head in an attempt to clear such awful thoughts and try to calm himself. For the most part, it worked. But mostly because his stomach grumbled just then, breaking that awkward moment. “Guess'm hankerin' for some grub...” he mumbled.

After a moment's sigh, he climbed out of bed and trudged towards the kitchen. He knew why these dreams kept happening. He was guilty. He killed his father. He killed the sole provider in his life, and he felt guilty. His stomach felt uneasy, his head felt cloudy, and it made him want to throw up. It was an awful feeling. That same feeling that had swept over him on that fateful day had never truly left him. There was always a sickening feeling which would only get worse when he thought about it.

Hands fumbled on the wall, trying to find the lightswitch. Once he finally managed to find the darn thing, he couldn't help but smirk. That's how things always felt; like he was fumbling his way along, There was no light in his life. Not yet, at least. But, as usual, he'd grin and bear it. After all, everyone had a cross to bear, didn't they?

The coolness of the tiles on his bare feet felt soothing. Sure, he woke up in a cold sweat, but this coolness was relieving, almost like a cold shower to clear his mind. But less wet, of course. As he trudged towards the fridge, he recalled what had happened up until now. He shot his father, which in a sense, killed his old life and shoved him into a new one. Then he left town in an effort to discover who he was. He worked a few odd jobs along the way, but ended up at this cheap motel he stayed at for most of this month.

And he finally arrived at the fridge. Eagerly, he swung it open, only to remember that it was mostly empty. “Jus' like m'own life. Well, at this moment, anywho.” There wasn't any rotten food – he was careful that way, since “one bad apple and you'll poison th'whole darned barrel!”

Even so, he kept browsing for food, and eventually stumbled on a half-eaten burrito. He wasn't about to waste good food. That would be silly. And although it was cold, he pulled it out of the fridge and took a bite. Old and cold, but delicious. Each bite was satisfying.

Once he finished, he closed the fridge and turned to the cabinet. They looked a bit dirty, but this was a cheap motel, after all. He grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and drank two cups.

Water, to him, was something strange to Rufus. It was so clean, so pure. He was never really used to wholesome purity while growing up, since his father made things difficult most of the time. Still, it was refreshing and satisfying.

He placed the glass down on the counter with a tiny clink, then began to head back to bed. The lights went off, he climbed into bed, and closed his eyes. “Here's t'hopin there ain't no more nightmares...”
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[OC] Russou Requin | Not Reserved

[personal profile] sharktoothglare 2012-02-25 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Steven Pope
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: limepeng1@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: deadthorn01, YIM: smileyogre


CHARACTER
Name: Russou Requin
Age: 24
Appearance: Built like a scary tank is a good enough descriptor, but that barely does brutish amphibious man justice. His skin is a slate gray and his eyes are a shadowy blue, with a wide-bridged nose and incredibly thick eyebrows that give him a rather terrifying face. His body continues the motif large muscular frame with a hefty belly of suet, supported by trunk-like legs and standing on webbed feet. His arms, well muscled like most of him, lead to bear-like hands that are similarly webbed like his feet.
Chosen PB: Commissioned artwork

Personality: Russou is used to a life of entitlement, clearly becoming a little spoiled by his status in the Sagaraman society as a warrior. He is very used to people listening to him, doing what he asks them to do, and not having his demands questioned.

However, while this might make a weaker-willed person a full-blown tyrant, Russ is only a little bit spoiled: He will not strike some one who says “no”, and he will be as civil as possible when given a diplomatic choice over violence. This doesn't mean that his temper won't flare, but unless absolutely called for he will not go to violence. He is actually quite “lenient” of all the Rivage Frontsmen, understanding that a small crime does not deserve a big punishment.

Friendship is an odd thing for Russou, but not completely alien. He has people he is loyal to, as loyalty is probably the virtue he holds in highest regards, but he's never really had a “friend” in the traditional sense. His life has been his job, his fellow Frontsmen, and keeping the peace. However, he knows that people do HAVE friends and as such will try his best to be equally as cordial to any one he meets. He works off the logic “If they are kind to me then I should be kind in turn”.

As dignity is a big thing for Russou, he does get embarrassed quite easily on certain matters that force him to drop his metaphorical warrior's shield: This namely takes form in the realm of relationships. Any sort of physical affection, platonic or romantic, is an easy way to make the shark-like man retreat into his shell, and simple things like hugs take a level of comfort he rarely ever feels.

The idea of a romantic relationship is, however, completely alien to the shark-man. He was told from a young age that Alphas never get married, have sex, and to keep such pressures away he was encouraged to never stray

Russou has no kindness for being lied to, and putting his trust into some one is a very important thing to him. People who violate that trust will more than likely be the receiving end of a rather harsh punishment, usually a well-placed punch or a rather merciless beat-down.

World Information: The planet of Umeko is divided into three differencing but equally respected governments: The Havama Republic of the sky, Prthvima Colony of the land, and lastly, the most violent and turbulent of the three Governments, Sagarama the Ocean Monarchy, ran by the openly incestuous King Machali the XI and Queen Kekara the VII.

The Sagaraman Monarchy has many clans, the most respectful and powerful being the Warrior clans. When some one of the warrior clan mates, their children are determined to be Alphas or Betas. Alphas are raised by birth to be one of the Rivage Frontsmen, the first line of defense for the underwater kingdom who act as upholders of the law during times of peace, while Betas are taught medicine, weapon masonry, law, and other skills that support the Alphas. Below them are Gammas, Deltas, Epislons, etc.

As they are at the top of this feudal-like pyramid, all titled Alphas are treated with high honor and respect, but in order to keep them under control and focused on work they are expected to remain celibate and aromantic .
History: Born of one of the greater clans, the Clan Requin, to Magoi and Kahua, Russou was born exceptionally healthy and strong and was destined for Alpha labeling.

His his mother Magoi was hoping for a Beta that she would be allowed to raise herself, but she sadly understood her duty. Because this understanding she was incredibly distant as she raised him for five years, and as such when he was taken to be trained with the fellow Alphas at age 5, there weren't many tears shed from the young boy.

From the start of his Alpha training, he showed great talent in the art of combat and diplomacy, though he showed minimal interest in the more “functional” arts, like cooking or crafts. As far as he was concerned he was being raised to be a Rivage Frontsmen and these acts were, while respectable, Beta work. As he grew, Russ would have to rely on diplomacy and status to get any thing he wanted.

Russou quickly grew to be known as the best fighter, the biggest eater, the best upholder of the law during times of peace, and the most ferocious fighter during times of battle. In short, he was an ideal Frontsman, and was as such rewarded plentifully for his actions... But he always felt a sense of longing in his life. As if some thing was not only missing but he was denying himself some thing he always wanted... He just wasn't sure what it was he was denying.

Russou began to contemplating this feeling, as no amount of battle or celebration would remove it. He began to vocalize these questions, and this was not seen as a good thing by any of the higher ups. If one of the men in the upper echelons of Sagaraman society was questioning things, how would the Betas, Deltas, and other lower-society people possibly react?! Russou was then viewed with by contempt by most people, and was instructed to keep these thoughts to himself.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
STRENGTHS:
- Compassionate
- High threshold for physical pain
- Able to adapt physically to most situations
- Respects the law and tries to uphold it

WEAKNESSES:
- Is untrained in most “basic” skills (cleaning, cooking, etc.)
- Frustrates easily
- Isn't exactly the most intellectual man
- Has a very gruff, militaristic outward demeanor
- Had a stunted emotional development, very naiive when it comes to personal relationships

Abilities:
- Capable of above-human feats of strength
- Able to breathe underwater
- Skilled in swords, knives, pole arms, and unarmed combat
- Teeth and digestive system allow him to eat virtually any thing

First Person:
[Video]
[The video feed begins, showing only the faintly lit inside of a hand]

Damn it all, how does on work these wretched... Oh, okay... This is the correct part to speak to. Yes.

[The camera is places on a table, showing the shirtless gray midsection of a large man with unusual skin. He takes several steps back, revealing himself fully as he looks intently at the iris of the camera, a little bit befuddled but stern in demeanor]

Um... Hello there. I am not entirely sure what it is I am expected to do with this thing? Perhaps I am to speak about my experiences here? I, uh, apologize if I am doing this wrong then, in that case.

[He clears his throat]

While I do not recall King or Queen asking me of such a thing, I seem to have found myself in this strange land-based city of sorts... In fact I do not really know how I arrived here. If some one would explain that to me, I would... I would greatly appreciate that.

[There's a pause for a moment as he looks away from the camera towards his door]

I have not left this place in a few days, except to get food. It is not terrible living conditions, though. I assure any one watching I am with all basic living requirements. I do find the room with toiletries rather small, though... And by that I mean the bathing tool? The “bath tub”, I believe? Yes. That is quite small for me... If there is a larger body of water around here, I wish to be informed of it. Please.

[he looks down, a look best described as somber flashing on his face, before he looks back up at the camera]

My name is Russou Requin of the Clan Requin, Alpha, proud servitor of the Rivage Frontsman of the Sagaraman army. Please, if you know what I speak of, please, please... Contact me. That is all. Thank you.

[he walks over to the camera and fiddles with it, grumbling can be heard]

I still do not understand these thi--

[the camera shuts off]

Third Person:
Russou paced the bathroom, webbed feet echoing a “thwack” as he rubbed his square chin, thick eyebrows furled as continued to ponder. It had been several days since Russou had been properly in the water, and while he was aware he could survive a very LONG time with out salt or sea water, he missed the feeling. Now, outside, he was informed of an ocean...A dark ocean filled with horrors unimaginable that would undoubtedly drag him to the depths and wring the blood out of him like a soggy sock. Then there was the hot springs... Which were haunted by spirits unmentionable that would steal the very fluid from his eye sockets, no doubt.

Finally, the safest option, the most boring option, was right in front of him. The bath tub. It wasn't too large, he'd be unable to be completely submerged as he'd desired, but if it was between fluid-stealing and blood-wringing he figured being slightly uncomfortable would be the best option. He squatted down next to the tub, staring at it intently. He really had no idea how it worked. He was used to telling some one he wished to bathe and, voila, there was a cleaning sphere warmed up with his name on it. This, however, was a completely different ball-game.

He put a hand inside the tub, feeling the inside. Alright, good, clearly he was meant to stand or sit on this textured center. That was quite good. He looked at the long protrusion with a hole towards the end of it, with some sort of inexplicable knob on top that, when he experimented with it, he realized it went up and down. Fascinating. Finally, he discovered two valves, one labeled Hot and one labeled Cold. Not being completely void of mental facilities, he twisted the cold one, watching the water run out. He put his hand under it, smiling. Ah, yes, that was good... But it could be better.

He twisted the one labeled Hot a proper 360 degrees, with a wide smile that would probably look more at place on a child's face rather than a large brutish amphibian. He looked inside the tub, finally noting the drain. He glanced around, finding the plug and plunging inside. He chuckled to himself proudly as the water began to fill.

“I do believe that I will need some thing... Else for this.” he said to himself, getting to his feet. He traveled through the small apartment that was gifted to him, arriving and opening the small fridge. In all his time here, he had discovered some thing that almost made up for the horror and misery that came with being kidnapped: He discovered beer. A large, pointy-tooth grin spread across his face as he took the few cans he had, carrying them to the bathroom as he undid his belt, letting his pants land on the floor with a dull “thud”. He puts the cans down next to his tub, taking off his shirt and throwing them across the bath tub, before finally removing his boxers and climbing into the tub. His eyes widened before he felt his whole body relax as he sunk into the tub.

“This is.... Euphoric...” he said to himself, turning off the water and letting himself enjoy one quiet, enjoyable night.
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REVISION REQUESTED

[personal profile] rubycitymods 2012-02-26 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you for your application.

At this time we are requesting a revision before we consider your application for acceptance. In particular, we would like to see further discussion of some of the effects of darker emotions and events on her. Additionally, we'd like to hear your opinion and explanation on some of the different or difficult decisions she has made, including her choice to be with a cat from another Clan despite consequences.
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REVISION REQUESTED

[personal profile] rubycitymods 2012-02-26 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you for your application.

At this time we are requesting a revision before we consider your application for acceptance. In particular, there are significant problems with grammar throughout that we believe need to be addressed so that we can be certain we clearly understand the points about the character that are being made. Some are a bit difficult to follow at current. Please revise for grammar, especially in terms of confusing run-on sentences, before resubmitting your revised application.
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[personal profile] rubycitymods 2012-02-26 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
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Thank you for your application.

At this time we are requesting a revision before we consider your application for acceptance. In particular, we would like to see both the 1st person and 3rd person samples fleshed out beyond what they are -- in particular to highlight the main traits of her character as discussed in your personality section. You can choose to augment your current samples or write different scenarios.
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[personal profile] rubycitymods 2012-02-26 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
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Thank you for your application.

At this time we are requesting a revision before we consider your application for acceptance. In particular, we would like more information about the character's world as well as the character's history. We would like to hear more about the society the character comes from -- including any particular tensions/struggles/conflicts that exist. In your character's history, we would like to see more specific occurrences that helped shape him into what he is and show us about his character.
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Re: REVISION REQUESTED

[personal profile] tipsywhorebible 2012-02-26 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Revised~ Same link.
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Re: REVISION REQUESTED

[personal profile] sacrifice_everything 2012-02-26 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Updated~ Same link.

I also fished this out for reference on her history and such: http://warriors.wikia.com/wiki/Bluestar
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Re: REVISION REQUESTED

[personal profile] quiet_mischief 2012-02-26 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Hopefully this is better - though I do personally and medically find it hard to write with proper grammar.

Personality:
The loyalty that Loki shows for his family and friends has not been misplaced, he cares so much for his older brother that he willingly follows him and their friends – Frandal, Hogun and Volstagg - not only into the forbidden realm of Jotunheim but to the Valkyrie’s training camp, a place where no male is allowed to set foot all because he loves and wishes to protect Thor during their dangerous quest, even at the risk of his own life.

Though as time and Myth will tell he can be ruled by anger, hatred and the thirst for revenge, he strikes down without remorse a once trusted advisor who had not only betrayed The House of Odin but wished to lay waste to all of Asgard as well.

Loki is highly intelligent and unlike his brother has a thirst for knowledge, though he is skilled in hand-to-hand combat and with throwing knives as well, he can usually be found studying alone in his rooms or receiving lessons in sorcery with Amora the Enchantress, if he is not watching his brother train in the battle arena with the palace guards. Though sometimes his knowledge of magic and cockiness can unwittingly get himself and others in trouble but also out of it as well, though the owner of the bar he set on fire to aid in their escape might not be pleased with him for some time.

Often Loki feels shunned by the other Asgardians, sure they have to pretend to like him as he is after all a son of Odin Allfather but there are times that he catches a glimpse of distrust or even hatred slip through their masks as he walks by with a member of his family. He isn’t sure if it has something to do with his unusual coloring – raven black hair and green eyes are not normal in Asgard – or if it was because he is so magically powerful, either way their hidden disgust feeds his need to excel and prove him worthy for his title as the second Prince of Asgard, so for that he’s grateful.
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First Person:
[Was this some strange joke? Did someone really think they could just take a son of Odin? He looked around the strange oblong shaped box he was now sitting in that had seemed to have stopped moving, noting that it looked like a carriage but not one pulled by horses and that he was alone.]

Thor? Brother, where are you?

[Loki was starting to panic, internally as if he found his brother he didn’t want him to think that he was a coward. Another glance around the train car revealed an even stranger golden, spherical object that had been placed beside him. The raven haired prince jumped slightly when the lid flipped open to show some sort of monitoring or recording spell but nothing he had heard of before.]

Well done brother, you’ve stranded us on Midgar. [The device caught before he snapped the watch shut.]

Third Person:
Where was he? What had happened and more importantly, where was Thor? Fear gripped at Loki as he found himself alone in some strange looking cell. Could he really call it a cell as it looked more like a carriage he had read about in some of the books about Midgar but that wasn’t important right now, finding his brother was.

“Thor? Brother, where are you?” He called out, trying to keep the panic from his voice so that he didn’t seem like the cowardly little brother that he actually felt at being trapped somewhere he didn’t know.

After another search of his surroundings to find some clue as to where the young prince was, who had taken him and how he could escape, he came across a weird looking golden, spherical object in the space that he had been sitting. Allowing curiosity to take over and hoping that this was the clue he was looking for, Loki started to examine it only to have it startle him when it opened, and he was doing very well at looking like a fool. Inside there seemed to be some sort of monitoring or recording spell, none like any he had seen before but would enjoy studying once he was safely back home, though now had a horrible feeling that he knew exactly where he was.

“Well done brother, you’ve stranded us on Midgar.” The device recorded before Loki snapped the lid shut, his tone was one of annoyance, despair and slight anger as if he knew something like this would happen.
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[Canon] Lois Lane || Smallville || No Reserve

[personal profile] mystoryidontshare 2012-02-27 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Mandi
Personal Journal: [personal profile] thedarknesswithin
E-mail: deadlyalice@gmail.com
AIM: DmnsAngl

CHARACTER
Name: Lois Lane
Canon: Smallville
Timeline: Post Season 10

Personality: Lois Lane is a very persistent person. Someone who doesn't like hearing the word 'no' and won't take it for an answer. Everyone that knows her would say that she is head strong. Someone who has a stubborn streak a mile wide. When in situations she often uses her sarcasm and random unknown (or known) references to get to whatever point she is trying to make. If anything else she is brave. Though that might stem from the fact that she's a General's daughter and was moved around from army base to army base as a young child.

Though preferring life over death she will risk her own life in a dire situation to the point of needing to defend herself physically or verbally. And even though those situations can and would be scary she doesn't show the person she's addressing fear. That in itself is shown in her sarcasm.

When it comes to friends and family she is VERY protective (Because of this she is close to her cousin, Chloe). Someone they can turn to if and when they need help. An example of that would be Clark Kent or "Smallville" as she's so dubbed him. His friendship is one that she values not that she'd admit willingly. It'd be done with a reluctance that could only be classified as Lois Lane.

There is a side of her that no one truly sees. The side that has insecurity issues. A side that seeks approval from her father who is a General in the army. She won't hesitate to say how much of a screw-up she is and will tell you if she's made a situation worse than what it already is. Another downfall is she talks before her brain can process what is being said and stop her. So because of this she seems to be rather insensitive though in truth she's far from it.

First Person: [The last thing she remembered was being with Smallville. They'd been working out on the farm. Something that they had no intentions of giving up. Not after everything they'd found out. This wasn't it though. It wasn't...

What it was; was moving. This was as bad as the Legion ring but... that hadn't brought her onto a perfectly capable train. Standing she moves up to the front only to hold onto one of the poles when it comes to an abrupt stop. She hadn't noticed the watch or anything else just yet... not when there was a vast land to admire. It was beautiful even if she didn't know what this was or how she'd come to be there.]

This isn't Kansas and I don't know how I got here... Come on Lane, how did you manage this one?

[Shaking her head not expecting an answer she steps off the train and heads toward the nearest city she can find. She needed to find answers. Maybe she'd find out how she got there and then get back to Clark. Or maybe he'd find her. She was good with either result. For now though she just wanted answers.]

Find something here and try to contact Smallville.

Third Person: Coming into the Kent home she hadn’t bothered knocking. Why should she? It wasn’t like there were any secrets there that needed to be kept. On top of that she was hungry and waiting for Smallville to get his ass moving. Something that seemed to be taking forever in her opinion. But that was a typical male for you. Take longer than a woman when getting ready for an event.

“Move it, Smallville! We need to get going.”

That didn’t seem to get a response which made the young reporter scowl. It wasn’t that he hadn’t come straight down, it was the fact that he hadn’t answered her. And what kind of friend did that? Grabbing a donut off the counter she moved towards the steps heading up them and towards the bathroom where she’d last left the farm boy. Without bothering to knock, yet again, she walks into the bathroom catching an eyeful of one of Smallville’s finest. Eyes widening a bit she slams the door firmly shut and can’t help but smile. After all, it wasn’t every day she got to see some nice assets like that

“Let’s go. You’re making us late. And you know how I hate to be late.”

Once back downstairs she sits down waiting, tapping her finger on the table. “There he is.” She says giving a knowing grin and watching the blush creep up his cheeks. “Now can we go or what?” Without waiting for an answer she turns heading towards the door leaving him to follow.
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