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APPLICATIONS


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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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Revision! Me and my wandering tenses

[personal profile] stylish_hunter 2013-03-18 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
First Person: [It isn't the first time Dante's ever followed an unexplained compulsion to go somewhere, or do something. In fact at first he doesn't even think it particularly strange to get on the train, things like this happen to him far more often than he'll admit. Another day in the life for the devil hunter.

However, it was perhaps the first time a train stopped somewhere relatively... normal? Sure, the place has the whole spooky mysterious fog thing going for it, but other than that it completely lacks the surreal, foreboding quality he's come to expect from these kinds of adventures. Honestly, it was a little disappointing.]


Losing your touch, or did you just decide to finally drop the cheesy horror novel act?

[He says to no one in particular. After a few beats and no answer (not that he was expecting one), Dante decides it's time to move. One of the many posters catches his eye, and without it he'd not have noticed the watch in his coat pocket. Well, that was sneaky now, wasn't it? Normally this pompous sort of thing wasn't his style, but flicking it open reveals its true use. Well, might as well play along for now.]

[Video:]


Well, wouldn't you know it? I missed my stop, and to make matters worse it looks like that was the last train of the day. I don't see anyone around running this place, so if someone in this fancy talking watch would be so kind as to point me in the right direction to hitch a ride home, you'd have my thanks.

[Yeah, he doubts that'll work. But, it's worth a try?]
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[CANON] Hanna Falk Cross || Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name || Reserved

[personal profile] sharpiewielder 2013-03-24 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
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[OC] Hyperion Crius | original - The Code

[personal profile] fingerprint 2013-03-25 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Noodles
Personal Journal: [personal profile] cupnoodles
E-mail: shootthamoon at gmail dot com
AIM/MSN/etc: n/a


CHARACTER
Name: Hyperion Crius.
Age: 27 years old.
Appearance: Standing at 1.85m (6'0") tall, Hyperion has a relatively broad but not overpowering stature, long legged, carrying himself slowly but swiftly. Dark eyes and light hair, Hyperion gives his appearance only the attention it ultimately needs, often seen unshaven with messy hair. Hooded jackets and jeans are a constant, gloves and cigarettes kept in his pockets, all comfortable but slim in order to leave as little trace behind. His speech is paced, unconcerned and approachable, often using his hands to entertain himself idly.

Chosen PB:


Played by Ryan Gosling as seen in Blue Valentine.


Personality: Tall, lean but muscled, Hyperion's presence can be imposing or welcoming, depending on the mood. There are some changes from the man he used to be, humble, kept to himself and easy to get along with, and not always the brightest crayon in the box. With a hint of a smirk in his lips and heavy thoughts behind his eyes, Hyperion generally presents himself as a calm, collected but friendly man, polite enough to keep a conversation going with a hint of humor. His opinion and help is easily offered, but his true intentions are often concealed. He is a man that believes nothing is entirely lost, nothing is set in stone and he lives his life according to such.

The relationship with his family - namely his siblings - plays a very important, if currently secondary, role in his life. Apollo was the brother he considered an equal, even felt protective towards, despite his position as the leader in the group of superheroes battling against Helios. The latter was once someone Hyperion looked up to, being the oldest and the most collected of the triplets, the most likely to succeed in whichever endeavor he decided to pursuit. To the most part that turned out to be true, but unfortunately in all the wrong ways. Hyperion now lives his life trying the most to avoid those aspects of his life, to be his own person, away from his past and from the reputation that sometimes still follows him around. He thrives in being inconspicuous, wants no more than to be the person you know but don't necessarily remember. Whatever he once had with or against his brothers is now behind him, a past that still sort of haunts him when he allows it - or least expects it - to. His past is a story he doesn't share with ease.

Keeping his hands to himself and his eyes distant, Hyperion prefers to be conversing with one person at a time, to know about them, be it their hopes and dreams or weakest points. He doesn't necessarily struggle in group situations, simply finds himself naturally avoiding them in order to have an easier time keeping his secrets to himself. He reacts with supposed indifference to antagonism, though it'd be incorrect to say he can't be upset, and tries to maintain himself neutral in conflict. Neutrality would be the word that best describes Hyperion, in fact - he lives to serve his interests above all else, strives to keep himself safe and trusts that no one else can do that job for him. Even in his days as a superhero he kept to himself during missions, for the most part, and was a quiet, if approachable contribution to the team. The less involved he has to be, the better.

World Information: Simply put, Hyperion hails from a universe very much like our own, but populated by superheroes and villains with their respective, secret alter-egos, in the same vein of the Marvel and DC universes. Super powers are discovered by accident, for the most part, and both prejudice and privilege is reserved to those who make use of them.

History: Youngest of the Crius triplets, Hyperion was born into a humble household, his parents struggling physically and financially to keep up with their recently grown family. The boys were raised to the best of their capabilities, and all three were rather fond of each other, despite rapidly differing personalities. Helios, the first-born, was the most outgoing of the three, the one who could gather a crowd and keep it entertained with the most ease; Apollo would become a bit of a hermit, more interested in gathering knowledge and finding new flavors to eat than socializing; finally, Hyperion was neither here nor there, easy-going and simply happy to follow the crowd and contribute with his own opinion whenever he felt prompted.

Growing up in their world's circumstances proved to give them considerably unremarkable lives, up to a point. Then each in his own time discovered he had an unique ability, and things obviously began to change within the household. Helios was gifted with the ability to control technology; Apollo was an extraordinary finder and keeper of knowledge, and Hyperion could maneuver around the laws of present time.

They were still given a proper education, encouraged to have normal lives, but Helios turned out to be the most dissatisfied with these arrangements. He took it upon himself to lead a strike out and bend the rules, ultimately breaking the law. This caused him to become an outsider, namely with his family and brothers, and his psyche quickly started to give way to something more sinister. By the time Helios disappeared he'd already become a supervillain.

The family was heartbroken - most of all Apollo. If he'd ever had ambitions in his life before, he gradually became obsessed with the loss of his brother and the idea that he could - had to - be brought back. One year after his disappearance Apollo had gathered a group of superheroes not-so-secretly hoping to go after Helios and thwart his ongoing plans. Hyperion was asked to join, believing there either had to be some other way to to bring Helios back - not just to their home, but to the same person he used to be - or none at all. Reluctantly he agreed, and a superhero persona was invented to aid him in the process.

Hyperion's career as a superhero was, unfortunately, not very brilliant. He had a helpful skill and the necessary strength, though his low resources and dependence on Apollo to manage their strategies slowed him down. The operation they organized together had the one and only intent of bringing back Helios, blindly hopeful that they'd succeed if they kept at it long enough. That's what Hyperion believed, anyway. There had to be a solution - they simply hadn't found it yet.

Hyperion followed a trail of destruction and blood left behind by Helios, enslaved by technology, and bent on enslaving humanity to serve it in kind. The more he looked the less he liked what he found, until the ensuing heartbreak of cynicism posed as reasons strong enough to make him give up. A long, long time and many, many struggles later, Hyperion finally confronted Helios.

Their encounters proved to be fruitless - Helios saw no match in Hyperion, but he had no interest in confronting him either. The winner between them would be quickly decided, after all. The more Helios fled from Hyperion's reach, the more desperate he became - until they finally fought.

The struggle was violent, too soon to end without blood. Hyperion came out of it alive, but in no way triumphant, having lost one of his fingers on top of everything else. This was when Hyperion gave up completely and left Apollo's group to become a civilian. Homeless and aimless, Hyperion decided to put his skills to use in order to survive on his own with enough money on the side, taking small jobs in robbing jewelry. Twenty-seven years old, Hyperion now belongs to neither side of the law and seems to be running from both, trying at the same time to escape his brothers' reputations and the same one he has now left behind.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Hyperion is quite skilled with his power and has long ago arranged the means to use it to his advantage to make a living, though he doesn't necessarily make the most intelligent or helpful use of his powers. He is very self-serving, which can be an advantage or a detriment, depending.

With slight physical enhancements, Hyperion is still very vulnerable to wounds and disease. Maneuvering in the areas of affected time is, for the most part, his best attack and defense.

Abilities: Hyperion has the ability to slow down time in limited areas through touch. This effect would make it seem as through his environment and the people in it are completely frozen still while he maneuvers freely and undetected.

First Person: [The camera shifts like the settings are still being tampered with, its user still clearly giving the framing a proper composition of his face and shoulders.]

Nice day we're having today. [He waves, briefly, two fingers barely shaping a salute over his temple. (A finger is missing from that hand, tucked next to the pinkie, to those playing close attention. He doesn't seem to mind it whether you do or not.)] Don't mean to bother any of you fine people, but this place doesn't exactly come with a pamphlet. I feel like I've been shipped to a theme park in Florida - [one disarming palm, coming up,] No offense. Or something. [Followed by a frown. Was that really insulting? More importantly, does he care?

Nope. Moving on.]
Anyway, it's not like I don't plan on doing some exploring of my own, but some pointers would be pretty damn great. Places to see, things to do, which food to eat. [Tilting his head with arched brows,] Which food to avoid. That kinda stuff. Just as I try to get acquainted and all.

Many thanks. And a good day to you, whoever you are.

Third Person: He flipped the amulet between his fingers, breathing through his lips with neither exhaustion nor exasperation. Pure boredom ran through his lungs and mind, head reclined on the seat of the train, droplets of rain calling for his attention with small, insignificant thuds against the window. His attention was won successfully, if briefly, lids blinking lazily at the landscape soaring past him, green shapes cast against the dull sky, and he waited. What he was waiting for was shapeless, unnamed, something he'd only know when it came to be, much like the amulet in his hand.

It didn't belong to him. It didn't belong to anyone he'd met, and would probably remain a valuable object taken from someone he never would. It was just one of those things he'd stumble into, be it on the busy streets, be it inside an empty home. Hyperion was sure some kind of meaning was to be considered in the shape of the inscription, an ornament meant to be more feminine than exactly significant. Most likely it had been a gift from someone with good taste but poor imagination.

He didn't consider it stolen. To steal you had to have an intent, an idea of what you'd do with the thing - keep it and make it your own, sell it and make a small fortune, dump it to find something better, whatever. Things like this were something that remained in a sort of limbo, however; it was neither his nor the world's to have, it was just a shape swinging around his fingers, back and forth, swaying in its own rhythm.

The train came to stop, and the sky outside ceased its cry for attention. Something else entirely had it now, something lost between buildings and roads displayed outside the carriage, waiting to be explored, by him and no one else, or so his instinct had suddenly decided. The pull to get on his feet and leave was sudden but subtle, discreetly leading him on until the train was long gone and his chance to give the amulet back to the world had left with it.
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Alexander Anderson | Hellsing | Reserved

[personal profile] dynamo_hunter_a 2013-03-27 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
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[CANON] Discord | My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic | Reserved | 1/2

[personal profile] discordiality 2013-03-29 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Kitten
Personal Journal: hollowrussian
E-mail: inu_taiyoukai_@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: [plurk.com profile] Grimmkitty ; SilverCrusnik @ AIM

CHARACTER
Name: Discord
Canon: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Timeline: Sometime after the Return of Harmony episodes, but before his reappearance in Keep Calm and Flutter On. aka Trapped in Stone Time: The sequel.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: Not applicable~

Personality: Discord’s personality matches his name, it’s as simple as that! He’s the spirit of disharmony personified in a form more akin to a chimera than an actual pony like the rest of the denizens of Equestria. Cheerilee describes his statue in the first episode of Season 2 as that of a draconequus, and goes on to explain that a draconequus is a creature with the head of a pony and the body made up of lots of other things. For the most part, Discord has a draconic appearance. However, he sports a lion paw as a right hand and an eagle claw as a left hand, one deer and one goat antler, a hooved leg and a clawed foot, a Pegasus wing and a batlike wing…even his pupils aren’t the same size, and he has one long fang protruding from one side of his elongated but still somewhat ponylike face.

Princess Celestia explains that before Discord was encased in stone, preceding the events of the first episode he appears in, he caused strife and disharmony for the denizens of all Equestria, Earth Ponies, Pegasi and Unicorns alike, until she and her sister Princess Luna were able to seal him away with the Elements of Harmony. Because the Elements no longer reside under their power, the spell that held Discord was broken, freeing him from his stony prison.

Upon being freed, Discord quickly began to wreak havoc on Ponyville, causing cotton candy clouds to rain chocolate milk upon the town and making the corn fields at Sweet Apple Acres erupt into bursts of popcorn.

These phenomenon show Discord’s ability to control nature and bend it to his will, even reverse the natural order of things by exerting his chaotic influence upon them. He’s even able to raise and lower the sun in erratic intervals and engages in increasingly ridiculous behavior, including drinking the glass around his chocolate milk and tossing the form-holding liquid back, only for it to explode.

In addition to his control over phenomena, Discord has both a cunning mind and the twisted sense of humor needed to fuel it. He’s fond of riddles, and even insists that he will only allow the main characters a chance to retrieve the Elements of Harmony so long as they solve his riddle and play his games by his twisted rules. He’s not above cheating either. This is where his silver tongue comes in, for Discord has a way of, while manipulating the surroundings of his enemies with illusions, also using his words to strike at their insecurities and bring disharmony to an otherwise cooperative group of friends. He prefers to use his wiles in order to manipulate others, either by forcing them to do the opposite of what they would do (Causing Applejack, whose Element of Harmony is Honesty, to lie), poking at insecurities (Insisting that Pinkie Pie’s friends don’t laugh with her, but at her and estranging her from her Element, Laughter), magnifying flaws (preying on Rarity’s love of gems by making her hallucinate that a boulder is actually a giant diamond and invalidating her Element of Generosity), or taking advantage of them with unfair choices (Telling Rainbow Dash that Cloudsdale would fall to ruin if she stayed with her friends to break her Element of Loyalty). He becomes frustrated when he can’t use his cunning linguistics against his enemies, and expresses it when he can’t strike Fluttershy’s insecurities. He instead alters her forcibly, and seems displeased that he had to do things that way.

When he feels like he’s at an advantage, Discord tends to become derisive and haughty, and doesn’t believe that he can be overcome. Even when he’s faced by the main characters after their bonds of friendship have been renewed, he doesn’t take their threats seriously, which ultimately leads to his imprisonment in stone once more.

((NOTE: Because of how his magic affects things around him, I’m perfectly alright with his abilities being dampened! I respectfully request the ability for him to affect things to a very small scale however, such as affecting himself or creating illusions that may affect someone within extremely close proximity to him. But even if he can do that, his magic would be limited and he would become tired from overuse, which never occurs in the show.))
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Re: [CANON] Discord | My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic | Reserved | 2/2

[personal profile] discordiality 2013-03-29 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
First Person: [Pulling the wool over his eyes is something impressive. After all, he is Discord, and it’s not particularly easy to surprise someone who’s so…chaotic. But alas, the draconequus has to admit he has absolutely no idea where he is, how he’d gotten on this train thing, or why there’s no ponies around. It’s a shame though, because he’d rather like to cause some mischief around here. But if there’s no one to inflict it upon…it’s not quite as fun.]

This isn’t exactly my idea of a party. There’s not even any chocolate milk! I’ll have to fix that!

[Both mismatched forepaws go to his serpentine hips as he stands erect on his back legs, frowning deeply. He doesn’t seem to realize there’s a pocket watch strapped around his neck, nor that its broadcasting audio.]

…Once I figure out where here is.

Third Person: The urge to use his magic for anything but chaos went entirely against everything Discord stood for. How could everypony really expect him to behave, when it was just so much easier to do the opposite. Yes, they had the Elements of Harmony on their side, but quite honestly…bonds were easily broken, and he’d proven that once before. If Celestia thought this little gambit of hers was going to work, then she was sorely mistaken.

The spirit of disharmony does not just stop being the spirit of disharmony because it’s the right thing to do. Friendship is magic? Don’t make him laugh. Except…that’s exactly what they were making him do inside. Laugh. And so as he sat there on the couch, his dragonlike tail flicking idly from side to side while he picked at the pages he’d torn from the library books…he couldn’t begrudge himself a smirk. He used his more dexterous talon-hand to pluck a reforming spell from the bowl of spells, reading it.

“Hopefully nopony thought it was going to be that easy to get rid of me,” he hummed to himself, before taking a bite of the page. How odd was it really? Discord eating paper? He’d done stranger things. By the time Fluttershy came to check on him, he was halfway through his leafy reformation salad, and she was none the wiser…yet!

Try harder, little girls~ He already knew that Twilight Sparkle was on her way here. Ohh, what a laugh she’d get when Fluttershy told her what had happened!
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[CANON] COURFEYRAC || Les Miserables || Reserve || 1 of 2

[personal profile] ariverontherun 2013-03-29 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Jess
Personal Journal: [personal profile] hoarder
E-mail: dreamwolfed@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: idealistictruths

CHARACTER
Name: Courfeyrac
Canon: Les Miserables
Timeline: End of the book
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: Not playing anyone else from canon
Edited 2013-03-29 17:28 (UTC)
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[CANON] COURFEYRAC || Les Miserables || Reserve || 2 of 2

[personal profile] ariverontherun 2013-03-29 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Personality:
Courfeyrac is a passionate man, with a bold self-assurance that comes from living the life of an aristocrat. When he joined les amis d'abc, he found a cause worth fighting for among his friends, and within that cause he found a direction for his life. Courfeyrac is the personable centre of the amis, as well as the moral centre for Enjolras, the 'cricket' on his shoulder. He is the warmer, more human touch that Enjolras sometimes lacks in the way he handles things. Each of the amis plays their part, and for Courfeyrac, his part is with the people. The humanitarian. He is a charming young man with a keen ability to read people, and so he is often the one to charm people and can draw people in with his conversation and his personality. He has a reputation as something of a ladies man, but above all else, Courfeyrac is loyal to his friends.

He is the one to take the young Gavroche under his wing, to take Marius in in his time of financial difficulties (and were it not for Marius' pride, would have done far more to help him.), and to pull les amis together with his light-hearted attitude and friendly nature. He's charming, sweet, and has a way of setting people at ease. While their cause is a serious one, and Courfeyrac is well aware of this, he tries to keep up the spirit of his friends.

While Courfeyrac has an understanding of the social meanings behind the happenings of the world, he is far more interested in the people. He makes it his task to get to know people as more than just 'a person', but as a friend. It is this that makes him such an asset to Les Amis. However, it is this same tendency to be 'the friend of all' and his love of flirting with beautiful women that gives him a reputation of being a bit shallow. The truth of the matter is that for all his flirtations and playfulness, Courfeyrac is loyal and honest. He would never disrespect his friends or anyone who came to his bed. And though he is very devoted and confident in his own abilities, he does not see himself as a leader. He is more than willing to pick up more of the work, but unwilling to step up to lead people.

It is clear that Courfeyrac has a kind heart in the book. He strives to make people happy, and is distraught, both when Jehan is taken captive and when his friends begin to die around him.He has a strong sense of value and heart, but he is also bold enough to speak his mind and fight for his beliefs, quickly becoming very dedicated to their cause and even bringing Marius in to join them despite Enjolras' initial disapproval.

First Person: [It's much later that Courfeyrac notices the pocketwatch. He had one like this before, once upon a time. It had been silver and intricate with his initials inscribed on it. This one is simpler and yet Courfeyrac finds himself drawn to it.

He polishes it on his shirt before opening it to study the unusual watch face. And in his turning it around in his hands he manages to turn on video. Curious eyes and messy curls fill the view, dirt and blood still on his face.]


What is this? Some trinket I picked up in the mess? I don't recall.

[Perhaps it belonged to Marius? Had he seen it before?

He slipped it back in his pocket, the audio muffled but still present.]


What am I doing here...

Third Person:
His death came so suddenly that it was hard to believe that it had really happened. Courfeyrac sat there alone in the train car, staring at his hands. His thoughts on the gunfire and chaos of his last moments at the barricade. Jehan... Gavroche. So many dead bodies everywhere and nothing he could do for them but keep fighting. Keep the faith. Hope that their cause, that the red painting the streets and the blackness that had taken them, would spur the people onward to pick up their flag. That it had not all been in vain.

He had wondered now and then in his musings, what death would be like. Never had he imagined a train. Though a train was not so different from a boat, when he considered it. And the fog as it rolled into the station could well have come off some river of thhe dead. But where were his friends? Where were the people he most wanted to be there to greet him? Had he fallen too far from graces that he would now be doomed to live his afterlife in solitude? No punishment would be more severe than to spend eternity alone. He who had surrounded himself with people always. Who treasured friendship and companionship above nearly all else.

When the train came to a stop at the station at last, he slowly made his way out of the empty car, running a hand over his scalp and feeling suddenly very exposed without a hat upon his head. His clothing still bore the signs of the barricade. Covered in dirt and blood. Pausing on the platform, he searched for the bullet holes within it, distracted for a moment.

It was not until the sounds of the train retreating registered that he whirled on his heels to look after it. He was alone in the fog, uncertain and lost. But if there was even a small chance any of his friends might be within the fog, he would take it.

“Vive la revolution... my friends.”

Taking a steadying breath, he ventured away from the platform to seek out any other souls that might have been lost here with him.
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{ [CANON] Conrad Achenleck || Hanna is Not a Boy's Name || No Reserve || 1 of 1 }

[personal profile] fussy_fangs 2013-03-30 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Dag/Dagga
Personal Journal: n/a
E-mail: deviantprince@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: (skype) idiot.is.happy

CHARACTER
Name: Conrad Dillon Achenleck
Canon: Hanna is Not a Boy's Name
Timeline: Sometime between when he was turned and the showdown at Tibenoch's place.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a

Personality: First impressions of Conrad would lend one to believe that he's an artsy guy and not only quite possibly the worst vampire in the world, but that he's uppity, irritable, and that his temper has a very short fuse. Those impressions would be entirely correct. He's almost always high-strung and chronically disgruntled and his temper can be triggered by some of the most inane things. It's not unusual for him to rant to himself in the background and people just tend to tune him out, which he doesn't always seem to notice at first.

Conrad hasn't always been this way though. Underneath the moody and catty attitude, Conrad actually has a hard time being anything but a genuinely nice guy. He's almost all bark and, perhaps unsurprisingly, is somewhat of a clusterfuck of anxieties and neurosis that he just can't seem to kick.
When he was a kid he was a complete pushover who eventually got sick bending over backwards for people and getting walked all over. But by being assholish and standoffish now he thinks that he can trick people into not messing with him and thinking that he's a tough guy. (He's not.)

Despite his somewhat mixed up personality, Conrad usually does his best to be a good person. That Rude Dude attitude is pretty flimsy, especially when confronted with certain situations that are mentally stressful. He doesn't handle stress very well and he gets fidgety and generally more fussy and irritable than usual when he's stressed.
Change is one of many things that shakes up his nerves and while he can usually adapt fairly quickly, he still isn't fond of it. Any time he feels like he's out of his element (which is often) it's much more likely that he'll lose his temper or at the very least snap at someone.

When he gets angry it's mostly noise and hot air but if antagonized and pushed enough, he will throw a punch and has broken a good number of noses that way. Just ask Doc Worth.

First Person:
[It takes a moment for him to realize that the light trying to wake him up is not, in fact, the sun filtering in through the window, but his communicator, left open on his desk, trying to alert him to a message.]

Hrrmmgghhh... How the hell does this thing even...?

[He prods at it a little and after a bit of trial and error he figures out how to bring up the message, which he grabs his glasses only briefly to read. Figures it would be from Hanna. At the most obscene hour of the morning.]

Dammit, Hanna... You have the worst timing.

[He drops the weird little communicator thing with the message from his weird little friend onto his desk and lays his head back down with a disgruntled huff. Then he squeezes his eyes shut, hoping to get back to sleep before anything else can distract him. Sorry, Hanna, he's just not interested in shenanigans right now.]

Third Person:
Conrad hadn't intended to fall asleep on the bus. It just kind of happened. He'd been exhausted after a very long, excruciatingly frustrating meeting with a potential client - someone more finicky than he was who wanted him to design their business logo - and all during what was quite possibly the worst week of his life. Just a few days prior he'd been turned into a vampire through a series of unappreciated hijinks and he was still trying to get used to the change. His very trying day lead to his little nap on the bus. When he got on, he took a seat near the back, curled up with his bag in his lap and dozed with his head against the window.

It had been sometime in the late evening then.

When he woke up it was to very unfamiliar, and vastly different, surroundings. A lush green countryside was flashing past the window and the early morning sunlight glittered off the dewy grass. There were hills and valleys, a forest, even a mountain range in the far distance. Conrad realized very quickly that he was not in the city anymore, but it took a moment for the peaceful scene to really become unsettling.

Panic started to rise when he realized he was the only one on the train and just as he stood up, the train began to slow down with a sharp whistle. A station was coming into view - old, but clearly very well used - and he quickly grabbed his bag off the seat he'd apparently been asleep in and made for the doors, no doubt a little more than just slightly spooked by the situation. This was already tangling up his nerves but more unsettling than waking up on a train alone was the collection of posters on the station wall, some of which were in languages he was almost positive did not exist. (More unsettling than even that was how he felt so weirdly compelled to enter the city and not just wait for another train.)

"What the...? Where the hell...?" He turned around, trying to swallow his building anxiety as he glanced over his surroundings again. This place looked like some kind of forgotten kingdom in the middle of the English countryside but it gave him some seriously unpleasant vibes. He felt the little hairs on the back of his neck prickle and put a hand over them to smooth away the tingles, then gripped the strap of his bag tightly in both hands and took a few deep breaths. He had no biological need to breathe, but it was still calming.
"Okay. Okay, this isn't... This isn't too bad. Right? I can just go inside and-and get a ticket back home. Yeah. Okay. Everything is cool." Trying to rationalize all of this did nothing to help, but it didn't hurt either. He decided to stick with his plan. Maybe he could find a way out of this Ruby City place.
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