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

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


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[personal profile] a_decade_of_rot 2013-02-17 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
screeches and cries THANK YOU, MODS
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Sollux Captor | | Homestuck | | Unreserved

[personal profile] ape2hiitbanana2 2013-02-17 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
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Re: REVISION REQUESTED

[personal profile] bifroster 2013-02-17 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Here is a revision in past tense!


Jane was not sure what was going on—

Oh, who was she kidding? Of course she knew what was going on. She kept her eyes opened when she initially felt that tug, kept her eyes widen open when she was on that trained, and made sure to observe every little thing that she could. She didn’t know any specifics, but she did know that she was going somewhere that didn’t exist on Earth and she knew that she did and kind of did not want to go there at the same time.

If she thought hard, she couldn’t even remember buying a ticket. She didn’t have any bags with her. There were more oddities of this whole trip out of nowhere, but there was nothing she could do once the train pulled into the station and she felt compelled again to move and get off. She didn’t like the feeling, as if someone had wrapped a rope around her waist and kept tugging, even as she mentally tried to dig in her heels against it.

The train pulled away, accelerating quickly, before she can get on again.

Looking around, she did her best to observe as much as she could before she wandered off somewhere. A city had to have people, and someone should know what was going on. Why she was brought here, why they were brought here. Perhaps she was dreaming, or like in a science fiction novel, there was a tear in the fabric of the universe and she slipped through. Made sense with what she was currently working on back home. Maybe someone with powers (like Thor, though in a more magical sense) created this place in response to the tear and those tugs were just to get them to safety.

Or it could be something more sinister.

“Okay,” she said to herself, one hand on her hip as the other held the pocket watch she found in… where else? Her pocket. “Let’s find out why we’re here.”
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[Canon] Daniel | Once Upon a Time | No Reserve | 1 of 2

[personal profile] stableboy 2013-02-17 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Forest
Personal Journal: [community profile] half_full
E-mail: hawkintheforest@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: hawkintheforest@gmail.com (AIM) + [plurk.com profile] half-full

CHARACTER
Name: Daniel
Canon: Once Upon a Time
Timeline: The Stable Boy
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: -

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[Canon] Daniel | Once Upon a Time | No Reserve | 2 of 2

[personal profile] stableboy 2013-02-17 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Personality: Daniel is a kind-hearted and optimistic man. He prefers to think well of people, as opposed to assuming the worst. Even knowing what Cora was like, he preferred to believe that she would allow her daughter to find happiness, rather than choose to force her to be miserable and marry a man she did not love.

When it comes to Regina, he is patient with their need to hide their relationship, but he is also disappointed. He wants to be able to show his love for Regina, regardless of who is around. In his opinion, true love is greater than any magic, and they would always be able to overcome the obstacles between them. A hope that turned out to be false, unfortunately for both of them

He is an honest man, unfond of hiding their relationship. He believed they should be upfront with their love, but seeing Regina's fear, he agreed to run away with her and start a new life. They would not have had much, but they would have had each other. For him that was all that mattered.

Daniel is good with animals, working with horses and showing the kind of patience required when dealing with such large and easily spooked creatures. He takes good care of them and seems to enjoy his work, even if he is not particularly fond of Cora or the way she treats Regina.

Over-all he is a little too trusting in his faith in people, but he has (or had) a good heart and a strong sense of hope.

First Person:
[The gentleman studying the watch seems to be trying to discern just what exactly it is. Some form of magic? Whatever it is, it is not nearly as confusing as the realization that he is somewhere entirely unfamiliar, and, more importantly, alive.

Rather than address the watch, he looks around the empty station, holding tight to the ticking reminder of his continued existence.]


Hello? Is anyone there?

another sample

Third Person:
The train rattled slowly to a stop on the tracks, Daniel still tracing his fingers along the face of the watch with a curious stare. It wasn't as though he had never seen anything like it. Just nothing quite as unusual as this one.

The relative silence of the empty train car is peaceful, but also unsettling. Leaving him to his thoughts and his confusion. Was he dead? Was this what death was? He had never stopped to consider what it might be like before.

Idly, he rubbed a hand over his chest, the feel of his heart still beating beneath the skin almost startling. What had he expected? Some sort of empty wound? He felt hollow...

So this was what it was to die.

Regina...

Where was she now?

Would she be forced to marry that king?

He bowed his head and watched the light and shadows move across the floor. What kind of person does that to people in love?
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Expanded Personality

[personal profile] stableboy 2013-02-17 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Daniel has lived a simple life. As a stable boy he has never really had to deal with the politics of wealth or status. His life has always been of a more simple nature. This has allowed him to become a very optimistic man. He believes that happiness is of much greater value than wealth, or power. This is perhaps, why he is so ready to believe in true love and the power behind it. After all, what force could ever hope to stand in the way of true happiness?

It has to be said that, for his age and the life he lives, Daniel proves to be a naive man. He believes there is good in people, and is willing to give even the less savory individuals the benefit of the doubt. When Regina expressed her fears of what Cora would do to them if she found out, he was reluctant to agree. He wanted to believe that a mother would not stand in the way of her daughter's happiness, not even Cora.

Still, he chose to run away with Regina, with the news that Cora had agreed to have her daughter marry the king. He knew he would not be able to offer her much in life, but they would be happy together, and for him, that was more than enough. There is nothing that true love can not conquer, and so, surely, they would find a way to survive. He would do anything for Regina.

He proved to be more than willing to trust that Cora had, in fact, come to her senses and was willing to let her daughter find happiness, with her blessing, and so his murder came as a completer surprise to him, at her hand. What he fully believed to be a gesture of good will and forgiveness only sealed his fate, cruelly and far too soon. He underestimated Cora's willingness to put power and wealth above love, because he, himself could not understand why anyone would do such a thing.

He has faith, a good heart, and a lot of patience, but that was not enough to save him, and for his trust and naivety, he paid the ultimate price.
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[Canon] Natasha Romanoff | Marvel Cinematic Universe | Reserved | 1of 2

[personal profile] vdova 2013-02-17 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Lins
Personal Journal: [personal profile] melonpan
E-mail: motomiya@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: motomiya

CHARACTER
Name: Natasha Romanoff, codename Black Widow
Canon: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Timeline: Post Avengers film.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality: Natasha Romanoff is a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a puzzle wrapped in a sexy size four. She hates this description. Not because she feels in any way that it is an inaccurate depiction of her; she knows quite well that it is, in fact, quite accurate. But because it doesn't describe all of her. True, there are very few people she'll let in to see that. Her job requires her to constantly be on the move, one step ahead of everyone else, planning and pretending. As a shadow for SHIELD, shes required to be someone she's not on a regular basis, and as a result, most of the people she comes across only get to see what she puts out, which is that mysterious aura of 'who is this woman?'.

Natasha laughs. She loves, she gets angry, she gets upset and sad. She just doesn't show it, most of the time. She can't. Her job is her life, and her job is deep undercover, stalking the people Nick Fury tells her to, from genius billionaire playboy philanthropists in Malibu to giant green monsters hiding all the way out in south-east Asia. Her life depends on not being found out, and so she's gotten very good at hiding Natasha Romanoff under the various veneers she's grown accustomed to using over the years. As a result, she tends to compartmentalize her emotions. It's easy for her to box up how she feels about something and ignore it for the sake of her sanity or the mission, and while she can feel things, she prefers, most of the time, to not. It tends to get in the way of things.

This isn't to say that she doesn't care about people at all. She has several people she considers friends and allies, and even a handful of them are people she cares very deeply about. But she doesn't bring them close, though she has the capability to do so. Letting people in makes them a liability, someone who can get hurt to get to her, and she cannot allow that. She does what she does precisely so people don't get hurt, and the knowledge that someone she cared for was harmed or killed simply because they know her? That is something she cannot deal with. She does have friends, though, and is willing to make them, as long as they stay at arm's length and don't try to get past her walls. The second they do, she cuts them off. It's safer that way, for them and herself.

She's spent a lot of her life hiding who she is. She knows, though, and that is the important thing to her. She has her sarcastic witty side, and she can be quite stubborn when pressed to do something that she doesn't want to do. She doesn't like being questioned when she's absolutely certain she's in the right, and she'll go to great lengths to make sure people stay out of her way when she's working (even if said people decide they're going to try and punch security guards in an effort to help anyway), and she has absolutely no qualms breaking cover when she absolutely has to to get the mission done. When she's not on a mission, Natasha is sensible and down to earth. Romance doesn't interest her -- she's tried the whole dating thing, and with the way her job rolls, she doesn't have the time for it. Most men don't like how she can compartmentalize her emotions, placing them in one category and her job in another, so she's given up on that, for the most part. She's a voice of reason among her teammates in SHIELD, and more often than not, she's the one keeping a cool head under pressure. She's quite observant, too, able to deduce even minute personality quirks after spending a short amount of time with someone, and file those away for further study.

She likes to people watch and sip coffee in cafes, and when she's not tracking down rogue bio-physicists in Asia or pretending to be the personal assistant to the world's richest man, she stays at home and makes her shoe collection bigger. Natasha's a brilliant woman, too. Her native language is Russian, but you wouldn't know it with her solid American accent and perfect English. She speaks fluent Latin, Japanese and Italian, too, and probably other languages as well in varying degrees. She's a fairly decent psycho-analyst as well, and her skills in hand-to-hand combat and on the fly battle tactics are second to none. Natasha is also a skilled hacker, and has been shown to be able to crack firewalls and security systems of even the most elite computer experts.
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[Canon] Natasha Romanoff | Marvel Cinematic Universe | Reserved | 2 of 2

[personal profile] vdova 2013-02-17 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
First Person: [ So she's staring at the watch, running a finger around and over it, testing the waters, so to speak. It won't come off, no matter how much she picks, and this isn't really something that she's happy about, though her expression completely hides that face.

In fact, it hides almost anything she's thinking.

Her tone is neutral as well when she finally addresses the camera, green eyes cooly regarding it. She's wary, this one. ]
As much as I'd like to say this is my first time being thrown on a train with no memory as to how I got there, it isn't. Last time, though, I had a vague idea of who was behind it. [ A pause. Not that she doesn't this time, but she doesn't want them to know that. ] Tell me what you want and I'll think about complying.

Third Person: If there was one thing about the States Natasha had come to appreciate over her decade of living in them, it was the shopping. She wasn't, by any means, a clothes horse, but she liked to dress well and dress fancy, with expensive shoes and tailored, classic pieces that she could take on missions with her. She always felt like it was better to take her own clothing. She was comfortable in them, and remaining relaxed and unassuming was key when you were tailing agents of the Hand or Hydra, or even ridiculously narcissistic CEOs. It was just luck that her salary as an agent of SHIELD allowed her to keep up the shopping habit.

No news to report was good news, and Natasha had opted to take the day off and spend it in downtown New York, picking up a few more pieces here and there, as well as a pair of Louboutins she'd had her eye on for a while. It had taken her the better part of the day, and the sun was setting as she arrived back at the Tower, fishing her badge out of her bra where she kept it and flashing it at the guards. There were only a handful of people allowed in the residential area of the tower, and even if you could somehow manage to trick the guards into thinking you were one of the Avengers or Nick Fury, you still had to swipe the badge to get through the gates to the elevator, and then pass a retinal scan to get the elevator to open, and then pass voice recognition as well as fingerprint identification to even get the elevator to move. Sure as hell beat the swanky apartment she'd been occupying as her days as Tony's secretary.

The residential area was one of the higher floors of the tower, and was even then broken into four floors itself. The main floor was the main living area, with a kitchen and bathroom attached. The next three were all their bedrooms, two to a floor and each one practically it's own one room apartment in and of itself. Natasha shared a floor with Steve, and if he thought he was being discreet about the late night visits from the Thunder God--

Well, Natasha wasn't going to tell. It wasn't her business, and besides, it was cute.

She set her bags in her room, and headed back down the stairs to the living area, flipping on the TV and settling down on the couch, grabbing a magazine she'd left on the coffee table. It was rather quiet, and she was probably the only one home, for the moment, something she was perfectly fine with.
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[Canon]Kurama || Yu Yu Hakusho || no reserve || 1 of 1

[personal profile] demonrose 2013-02-18 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Sabra
Personal Journal: [Bad username or unknown identity: ”bespectacledlioness”]
E-mail: earth_dragon_alchemist@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: bespectacledlioness

CHARACTER
Name: Shuichi Minamino/ Kurama
Canon: Yu Yu Hakusho
Timeline: About a year after the series is over
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: NA

Personality:
Shuichi is a quiet, studious boy. He does well in classes and is well liked by his teachers and peers. He is polite to even the strangest of strangers, and generally pleasant to be around. But Shuichi Minamino is not all he appears to be. Inside the body of this normal high school student is the soul of an ancient fox demon, Yoko Kurama. While his family, teachers, and most of his peers know him as Shuichi, to the main cast of the show he is Kurama. In the main group he is what would be considered the brains of the opperation. Cool and calculating to a fault, he is the one that solves puzzles or wins the battles of wits when they stand in the way of the ‘hit things until they do what you want’ rationale of the rest of the team. In one episode Kurama saved all of his friends from a trap by winning a word game, showing his ability to keep his wits about him in high-pressure situations.
He is normally very warm and kind, but when he is in a situation where lives are on the line (be it his own or his friends and family) he has an eerie skill to become cold and completely rational. Many of his opponents will try to use his kindness and his protectiveness of his friends against him. Many have tried threatening his human mother, who is is very attached to. They all soon learn that this is not a good strategy against Kurama. It is very unwise to make him mad.
Towards the end of season 3 he traps a foe in a demon plant called the Sinning Tree which sucks the lifeforce from its victim while taunting them with their worst nightmares. The enemy he traps in the Sinning Tree had regenerative abilities that matched the pace of the tree. Since he could neither escape the tree nor control his regenerative abilities he was trapped there for all time, never allowed to die. When Kurama explained this the protagonist of the show, Yuusuke, turned to him and said “I haven’t done anything to piss you off, have I? If I have, I’m sorry.” Hiei originally teamed up with him, not just for his thieving skills, but also because he was scared of him and didn’t want to run the chance of ending up against him.
When Kurama reverts to his Yoko form he seems to take on an almost completely different personality. Yoko Kurama is not just cool, but down right cold. He is vicious, seemingly more so than normal Kurama is. Long ago when he was the famous demon thief Kurama he betrayed his second in command, Yomi, because the demon was damaging his operations with his brash actions, even though they appeared to be friends at the time. Many might be lead to believe this means that Yoko Kurama and normal Kurama are two separate personalities, but they are not. In fact Kurama has said in the 2nd season of the anime that the two entities that are Shuichi and Yoko are beginning to fuse more and more together. Also not only does Kurama never once mentions not having control of his body when in his Yoko form. As of the end of the series he has resolved to not use Yoko in his fights. A decision that nearly cost him his life in his last shown fight of the series.

First Person:
[The screen flickers on. A very confused red head stared into the camera. The feed jiggles a little as he taps the screen a few times. Kurama did not remember much, only that he had boarded the train that morning to go to school. He figures he must have fallen asleep at some point and woke up on a different train.]

Well, isn’t this interesting…

[He turns the watch over and around several times, inspecting every bit of the watch. Gentle muttering can be heard until eventually the camera focuses again on Kurama’s face.]

So this is some sort of communications device? Can anyone hear me then? My name is Shuichi Minamino. I’ve seen the posters that say this play is Ruby City, but I would appreciate a bit more information than that.
Third Person:
Kurama had to keep busy. Not being able to contact home was beginning to eat at him more and more each day. Of course he had been told the basics of how time at home froze when he was here, but the knowledge that none of his loved ones would realize he was gone only did so much to ease his nerves. In addition to his worrying about home, he was swiftly growing bored. For as long as he could remember he had a goal, something to work towards. As Yoko Kurama it had been the thrill of the heist. When he became Shuichi Minamino it had become school, then later honing his demonic powers and staying alive long enough to help his friends and family. But here there was nothing to work towards, no goals to be met. He tried to train by battling monsters in the park, but they only offered so much of a challenge, and it didn’t feel the same training with the other citizens.
So he turned to something that seemed constant: plants. A day in the forests provided him with many interesting starts and seeds that he added to the small collection of demon seed he had on him when he was taken. An abandoned shop gave him room and planters. It would seem many of the others here were just as bored as he was and were more than willing to help him build on a little greenhouse on the back of the shop as well as a small cellar for his dark plants. In no time the floral shop Roses and More was open for business. It wasn't the same as being home, but being surrounded by his plants helped just a little.
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[Canon] Jake English || Homestuck || reserve || 1 of 1

[personal profile] ohmalarkey 2013-02-20 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: syn
Personal Journal: [personal profile] babyeater
E-mail: aegyooooo@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: [plurk.com profile] yeoboseyo

CHARACTER
Name: Jake English
Canon: Homestuck
Timeline: Act 6 Act 3 end

Personality: Jake an adventurous, high spirited and generally independent guy. He has a passion for tomb raiding in particular, and wishes to travel the world in an effort to find adventures that are to be had. He loves all movies, thinking both good and bad movies are absolute masterpieces and in particular seems to really enjoy Weekend at Bernie’s and Nic Cage movies. He also enjoys comic books, although he doesn’t seem very proud of this fact. Jake also has a fondness of blue girls and clever spider girls, and has multiple posters of blue-
skinned girls on his bedroom walls and thinks of them as his “beauties”. This fondness causes him to almost instantly have a crush on Aranea as she is just about all of these things. Jake has a fondness for guns and is always carrying a pair with him. He’s deathly allergic to peanuts and in fact, his dream self was killed by being fed them.

He has lived alone and as such has learned to be fairly self-sufficient, and in fact is a bit selfish as well. However, this stems from his naivety, as he’s generally unaware of any sort of not-explicitly-stated feelings and behaviors of others, such as being unaware that Jane had romantic feelings for him despite her clearly abnormal behavior when he asks her about it, and simply accepting her saying no as no, then assuming that Dirk was the one she was admitting to liking. He’s also shown a bit of naivety towards sexual things, slipping up and saying things that could be perceived as sexual multiple times.

Jake isn’t thefasted to make connections as he takes things almost entirely at face value and generally has to have things stated as clearly as possible. Living alone has also caused him to be a bit out of touch with things and as such, he talks in a distinctly old-fashioned manner, but he’s picked up a bit of slang from his friends, mostly in the way of referring to Dirk as his “bro” and swears. He’s fairly easily frustrated, especially towards Dirk in particular due to his scheming ways, his unavailability at highly inconvenient times and previously his overbearing behavior as a significant other.

First Person: Ive come the conclusion that there are no tomb-raiding adventures to be had here. Well at least i have yet to find the tombs! If there are tombs or tomb-like structures then i would greatly appreciate being told of them as i have not seen any and it’s a bit boring to have no adventures. For the time being ill settle on a rendezvous in the forest i suppose.
On a related note is it possible for me to procure proper armaments for such a rendezvous? I assume the forest is populated with less than friendly beasts. After all what other sort of thing would reside there? I assure you that i have no issue with handling them however withouth the proper armaments theres no possible way to survive it!


Third Person:
The ride was almost agonizing, but it appeared to nearly be over. He’d been sitting alone, tapping nervously in the seat he’d been slumped in. Since appearing on the train, he’d fret, cursed the batterwitch, poked around, then returned to his seat to repeat the process, growing increasingly worried.

“Where is this blasted train even going?” Jake mumbled to himself, a bit agitated. He’d had an important game to play, there was no time to be whisked away on some cockamamie train ride! He scooted closer to the window to peer out. He couldn’t even see out the window, just thick impermeable-looking fog.

However, the fog appeared to be clearing as the train began to slow. It appeared to be...a train station? Well, of course it was. Where else would it stop? He continues to peer out the window, a bit wary of what could possibly happen. He stands, pulling his cheek from the window and turning to the door. After all, sitting around on the train wouldn’t answer any questions. If this was some sort of deathtrap, he may as well go out with guns ablazing.
Edited (sorry somehow everything got formatted weird??) 2013-02-20 04:01 (UTC)
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[CANON] Death ll Discworld ll No Reserve ll 1 of ?

[personal profile] crimson_drachma 2013-02-22 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Elizabeth R. Miller-Mosher
Personal Journal: http://neurotic-insect.dreamwidth.org/
E-mail: missfluffy100@aol.com
AIM/MSN/etc: missfluffy100

CHARACTER
Name: Death (also known as Bill Door to some)
Canon: Discworld
Timeline: Between Soul Music and Hogfather
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[CANON] Death ll Discworld ll No Reserve ll 2 of ?

[personal profile] crimson_drachma 2013-02-22 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Personality:

Death, as you can imagine, is a complicated and very unusual person to write for. He isn’t really a person, when you get down to it. He is more of the End. Not the end like the end of a piece of music, but the end of everything that is. It is his job and his one true specialty in life.

As he exists on the planet upon the back of four elephants upon the back of a turtle that is Discworld, Death is usually regarded with resentment at the worst of times, respect at the best, and generally gets treated as someone who is to be neither trifled with nor ignored. He makes his rounds usually by collecting and sending off the souls of people, but has been known to collect the souls of animals. And, as far as animals are concerned, he has a soft spot for kittens and his beloved steed, the pale horse Binky.

Those who find themselves able to speak to Death (as a client or otherwise) usually note that he has a peculiar way of using tenses and referring to things that have not strictly happened yet. It is partly to do with the fact that Death can see the past, present, and future all at once, and thus sometimes finds himself having a chuckle over the confusion in his conversational partners. Aside from that, he is probably one of the more amicable people to talk to in the entirety of Discworld. He harbors an intense compassion for humanity and considers it to be far more beautiful than anyone might think. He rarely ever loses his temper, but when he does…well, you best make your peace quickly. Death is nothing if not absolute, and when he is absolutely pissed off, something will very likely die to rectify that.

Another thing that sets Death apart from others who have used his name is that he has occasionally taken it upon himself to try and adopt a habit of humanity. Whether he does so for curiosities sake (such as with Isabelle or Mort) or for more personal reasons (like in Soul Music), the results are usually mixed and tend to leave his business in disarray. He always manages to come back to his job, of course, but the things he learns as part of his experiments with human ways have left their mark. Ysabel (pronounced like Isabelle) and Mort are perhaps his two greatest accomplishments in this regard.
Edited 2013-02-22 22:28 (UTC)
crimson_drachma: (Ros Humming)

[CANON] Death ll Discworld ll No Reserve ll 3 of ?

[personal profile] crimson_drachma 2013-02-22 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
This brings up another important aspect about Death: his family. Ysabel is his daughter through adoption and his first true experimentation with human nature. He, of course, got a fair share of things wrong in trying to raise her, but she ultimately became a fiercely independent woman willing to actually stand up to Death himself for love and personal freedom. Mort was Death’s one and only apprentice who eventually mucked up his master’s business enough that Death literally slapped his cheek so hard his child would feel it. Mort and Ysabel, following the events of Mort’s apprenticeship, were allowed to return to the human world and managed to take over a Duchy as Duke and Duchess. This led to his most important and ongoing relationship: that with his granddaughter, Susan. She is a precocious but good-natured young woman bearing a birthmark in the shape of the scar Death left upon her father’s face. The two met following the passing of Susan’s parents and bonded over the process of grieving and assuring themselves that the job of Death is one that must be taken with the greatest severity. She is quite possibly his most favorite person in the world, and it is because of her that he can find comfort in the death of his daughter and son-in-law.

Apart from these things, there is not much that truly needs being said about Death. He is a living skeleton in a black cloak, and carries a scythe that can cut through the very words in the air. His eyes glow blue with the color of infinity, and he is both the most terrifying and perhaps most loving person to ever walk the Disc. He shows mercy and compassion in leaps and bounds, but never strays from his Duty. As Death, he is to end all things in time, including the universe itself.

And as a final note: HE ALWAYS SPEAKS IN CAPITALS LIKE THIS. IT IS MEANT TO SHOW WHAT HIS VOICE SOUNDS LIKE, WHICH IS SAID TO BE LIKE THE LID OF A STONE COFFIN DROPPING INTO PLACE. Wizards, witches, and cats usually seem him clearly, although anyone could. There is usually a glamor effect in place to make him seem more like something the human mind can deal with, although he can just as easily appear as himself. And on a whole, most liken him to sounding like Christopher Lee.
Edited 2013-02-22 22:29 (UTC)
crimson_drachma: (Ros Primping)

[CANON] Death ll Discworld ll No Reserve ll 4 of 4

[personal profile] crimson_drachma 2013-02-22 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person:

CURIOUS.

[Death has found himself in a number of situations people would describe as odd or worrisome, but this is neither of those nor any word that a thesaurus would declare as being similar. It was certainly not the Disc, and that was all he really needed to know for the moment.]

VERY CURIOUS.

[He summons his scythe as he reads the various signs and postings along the train station. The food and blankets were useless to him, of course, but the sentiment told him good things about the people who lived in this…Ruby City.

And then there is the matter of the pocket watch. There are other worlds where such…technology, that was the word, is common place, but such worlds are not the one he has just been taken from. Very, very odd, as it were.]

VERY WELL. [And he flips the watch open and works it on with little trouble.] I DO NOT SUPPOSE IT WOULD BE AN EASY MANNER TO MAKE CONVERSATION WITH THE ONE WHO HAS BROUGHT ME HERE? THERE ARE APPOINTMENTS I MUST KEEP, AND I CANNOT KEEP THEM FROM WHEREVER HERE IS.

Third Person:

Death, as he sometimes did, did a little decorating. He was not perfect about it, and it certainly showed that he had little proper understanding about what it meant to actually put function into a place. At his office, everything only looked like it had a function.

NOW WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS THING? The “thing” in question was a bit of potpourri sitting by the window, and he held it between two fingers as one might a diseased carcass. Dead flowers and other plant parts dried up so that they could make a home smell good. Oh, this was most certainly a dwelling better suited for humans. It would have to do.

Heaving a sigh as well as one could without lungs; Death did another turn around to get a view of the apartment. No doubt, he would find a bed with a proper mattress and some sheets to put upon it. Even Binky didn’t seem able to find him here. That distressed him more than anything. He would actually have to…walk to places. The passage of time would be more absolute than merely a flow that went in all directions.

Nodding, Death came to a simple conclusion. PERHAPS A DRINK…
Edited 2013-02-22 22:30 (UTC)
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[Canon] Homura || Puella Magi Madoka Magica || No rserve || 1 of 2 or 3

[personal profile] trytryagain 2013-02-22 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Matt
Personal Journal: matt-doyle
E-mail: c.matthew.smit@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: japhethtrisko on AIM, mattnificent on Plurk

CHARACTER
Name: Homura Akemi
Canon: Puella magi Madoka Magica
Timeline: Mid-episode 12.

Personality: At one point (as seen in episode ten), Homura was an insecure, shy, bubbly, friendly innocent, but that was a lifetime ago (and maybe more). Repeating the same events time and time again has made her withdrawn, calculating, and cold. She cannot afford to get attached. She’s concerned with practicalities, assessing her options, analyzing the probabilities -- she’s gotten very, very good at math, which was not true when her time-looped history started.

For all of that, though, Homura still cares deeply. She wants to help her friends. The distance and chill is a shield, a way to keep herself sane, to do the best job she can do. Independent, decisive, and determined, she rations her time carefully, which can make her seem abrupt or impatient. However, even at her most cynical, she doesn’t shut everyone out -- she tries to become friends with Madoka, and allies herself with Kyouko, not only because these are the most effective ways to get what she wants (she’s long since stopped expecting people to listen to or believe her, and she knows better than to trust others to be reliable), but because she’s lonely. She’d rather work with others, whether she admits it to herself or not.

With the timeline resolved in episode 12, Homura changed somewhat. Meditative, philosophical, almost apathetic-seeming, but still protective, her memory of Madoka makes her sort of a mystic; hopeful, religious, every bit as determined and protective as ever. Though she’s still cool and reserved, and more than a little melancholy, if her religion has a tenet, it is this “If someone tells me that it’s wrong to hope, I will tell them that they’re wrong, every time.” And no matter how she appears, Homura has always been a deeply hopeful person-- to repeat the same timeline again and again, never managing to save her friend,watching things get bleaker and bleaker, and still stubbornly holding to the thought that she could make things right if she just tried again, one more time -- it’s just another way Homura’s a match for her best friend.
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Re: [Canon] Homura || Puella Magi Madoka Magica || No rserve || 2 of 2

[personal profile] trytryagain 2013-02-22 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)

First Person:
[An impassive, cool-eyed face stares into the camera. Her voice is quiet, slightly hoarse, and tersely unemotional.]

I‘m searching for my friends. If anyone is familiar with Tomoe Mami, Kyouko Sakura, or Miki Sayaka, please direct me to them.

[Her lips purse in minute, momentary displeasure. There’s a flicker on the camera as if the connection was momentarily interrupted, and afterwards the expression is gone.]

If there are any organized records in the city, I’d be interested in reviewing them as well.

[The screen flickers again, twice, and in between flickers Homura’s face appears for a moment to have far more depth of emotion to it -- wide, almost tearful eyes, trembling lips, and an expression full of retrained nervousness and longing, as if there is something else she doesn’t dare say. But once again, her face is calm and composed afterwards, and her voice is even when she speaks.]

There is one more name I need to ask about. Is anyone familiar with Kaname Madoka?

[Her voice cracks on the last word, and a moment later the camera is shut off.]

Third Person:

The clocktower had the best view of the city, and Homura had taken to spending most of her time atop it. The notion that there was no doom hanging over her head, clock ticking down towards it, was one she hadn’t had time to adjust to yet. Not knowing what would come next was even worse. Open places, predictable places with a good view of her surroundings and little chance of other people interfering with her, were to be preferred to anywhere else.

They kept her calm. Despite appearances, that was more complicated for her than anyone would believe. Now, she was cleaning her guns, a comforting routine she could perform by spinal reflex -- checking the safety, ejecting the clip, checking the slide and chamber, then disassembling as far as each gun would swabbing the barrel, oiling every moving part, wiping everything dry, putting the pieces back together, checking the safety, reloading. Two handguns, one shotgun, two rifles. She’d used up everything else she had.

She preferred not to think about that. It was the confusion that came afterwards which occupied most of her attention, every waking hour, and which required quiet places and steady routines to break away from. Madoka. What had happened to Madoka? There was no sign of her, and no sign this was the world she had created. The only bit of peace and joy she had pursued from her life was gone, and for what? This place made no sense. It was not what she would have imagined as the result of that wish.

Despite herself, despite the confusion and fear, she smiled, a thin, small expression, one she ducked automatically to hide. No matter how she worried, there was another feeling there was well. Love, and awe, and pride, mingled together and stored in that same place in her mind, the place that was always cool and determined, from which she drew her strength.

Hope.

She finished her routine, packed away her guns. It was time to patrol again. Her search wasn’t over, and it wouldn’t be over until she had her answers.

She was looking forward to it.
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[CANON] Scott McCall || Teen Wolf || reserve || 1/3

[personal profile] werederp 2013-02-23 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Meg
Personal Journal: [personal profile] pillowsofwind
E-mail: eight_ofhearts at hotmail dot com
AIM/MSN/etc: pillowsofwind @ plurk

CHARACTER
Name: Scott McCall
Canon: Teen Wolf
Timeline: post season two
Personality: Personally, my favorite word to use in reference to Scott McCall is "derp." This doesn't mean he's a stupid person, only that he is prone to having clueless moments. ("Where do you get your juice?" Jackson once asked him, in reference to steroids. Scott replied, "My mom buys all the groceries!"). Scott is not dumb. He's actually a very smart kid, as evidenced by the fact that everyone is disappointed in him when his grades do start to slip because of all the sudden distractions in his life. A new girlfriend, a spot on the first line of his lacrosse team, and a case of lycanthropy all within a few days would be enough to affect pretty much anybody. He is a teenage boy who, until he is bitten, has no idea that werewolves are even a real thing. For better or worse, it changes his entire life and his relationships with everyone around him.
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[personal profile] werederp 2013-02-23 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Thankfully Scott's lycanthropy doesn't chase away his best friend, Stiles. Stiles has stuck with him through it all and often attempts to keep Scott grounded when his mind is focused on Allison other things. He's also the one who first suggests that Scott might be a werewolf and wastes no time in digging up information on the subject, even if Scott thinks he's being ridiculous at first. They're two peas in a nerdy little pod who have always warmed the bench on the lacrosse field together; and of all the people in Scott's life, Stiles is pretty much the only one in whom his trust never wavers. He doesn't even trust his mother enough to tell her that he's a werewolf, although part of it might be due to Scott's protectiveness of her, since she's the only family he has and he doesn't want her to get involved in that aspect of his life. She ends up finding out accidentally, and this causes a brief rift in their household when she refuses to speak to him; though it is eventually resolved.

Scott never talks about his father. His mother makes the comment that they're both better off without him in their lives, so it can be assumed that he probably was not the best of male role models. The lack of a male figure in his life, I think, is one of his reasons for refusing to join Derek's pack. Scott is the "man of the house," as they say, and he doesn't want to submit to the authority of someone who isn't his father. (He is also not thrilled about the idea of his mom dating for similar reasons, though to be fair she was dating a crazy asshole). Other factors that affect his decision to not recognise Derek as his alpha include the fact that Scott's loyalty is to his friends, not to any one person. Scott's lack of trust in him is also a big part--he sees Derek as secretive and a generally shady person--as is the fact that Derek wants to kill Jackson instead of finding a way to help him stop turning into the kanima. Scott doesn't really like Jackson but he certainly doesn't want to kill him. He says that, when he first became a werewolf, he had the support of his best friend and later his girlfriend. Jackson has nobody, so Scott thinks they ought to look out for him.

This doesn't stop him from trying to beat the shit out of Jackson when he thinks Allison is in danger. Scott will go to any length to keep his girlfriend safe (even if she's quite capable of protecting herself). From the moment he sees her, he is smitten; and even after finding out that her family have been werewolf hunters for centuries, he can't be kept away from her. When Allison's parents forbid the two of them from seeing each other, they meet in secret and during school hours. Their relationship has a bit of that star-crossed Romeo and Juliet flavor to it, but for Scott, it goes a lot deeper than that. At a time when he is struggling with keeping his wolf transformations in check, his love for Allison is the one thing that truly keeps him from losing his control. Just the sound of her voice or the touch of her hand is enough to reign in Scott's anger and keep his animal instincts from ruling him. He does get snappy with her on occasion--during the day of the full moon, Scott is irritable like a PMSing lady and tends to be snappy with anybody, though.

So to sum things up, Scott is a good, (mostly) responsible kid. He's a good student when he isn't being chased by psychotic alphas or werewolf hunters. He is loyal to his friends and tries to protect them as best as he can, and even looks out for people who may be dickbags but don't deserve to die. He loves his mom and his girlfriend and is often blind to everything else where the latter is involved, but Allison is what keeps his wolf in check when it really matters. He didn't ask for any of this supernatural stuff and if he can ever find a cure he'd most likely take it, but realistically he's starting to come to terms with the fact that he's stuck.
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[personal profile] werederp 2013-02-23 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
First Person: [Scott steps warily off the train and glances around the station. All of his senses are open; not only his eyes. Nothing about this place sounds or smells familiar, and he sees nothing that might give him a clue as to what is going on. He turns his attention to the watch he had been given.]

Uh... I'm not sure what that train ride was all about, or how I got there in the first place. I don't even remember getting on board. Is Ruby City in California?

[Maybe it's kind of like the Emerald City? But he would have noticed a tornado, he thinks... and Dorothy hadn't gone to Oz on a train.]

Hey, this isn't some kind of amusement park or something, is it? Though if it is... I don't know why I don't remember buying a ticket or why I'm here by myself.

[Going to a park by yourself is pretty lame, after all.]

Third Person: Blood rushed through his head. It was all he could hear at that moment; the thrill filling him full of adrenaline. And then a sharp whistle cut through the roar---it didn't affect his delicate hearing as badly as it did when he'd first become a werewolf, but it seemed to snap him to attention in a way it never had before he'd been turned. Then again, he'd never truly had the chance to play, before he'd been a werewolf.

The ball went live, and Scott darted around one of the other team's players into the open. It was almost like dancing, the way he moved, as nimble as a gymnast. Coach had been quick to point that out the first time he'd played after being bitten. Truth be told, he liked it sometimes. Some aspects of being a werewolf were a huge pain in the ass, obviously. But others were completely amazing. He loved being able to smell and hear things before he could see them---the opposing team's player coming up on his flank, for instance. He shot ahead and spun to his right to catch the ball as it was passed to him.

Clear. When it was just him and the goalie and he knew it the right time to take the shot, he swung his arms around to send the ball flying toward the net. It cleared without the goalie even coming near it.

When the crowd erupted into cheers, Scott finally seemed to come back to himself. He could pick out individual voices: his mom in the stands, Stiles on the bench... Allison. He didn't even have to search. His eyes landed on her face immediately, and a huge grin spread across his face as his teammates crowded around him . The goal was his and it had clinched the victory for Beacon Hills, but his prize was far greater than simply winning a lacrosse game. Allison's smile was like the sun; and if the thrill of victory had Scott's spirits high, then seeing her so obviously happy sent them absolutely soaring.