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APPLICATIONS


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✗ For very long applications, we would ask you to please separate them into various comments so that they will not take up too much of the page.
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IMPORTANT: Our application form was edited on September 07, 2015. Please use the revised form.
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A note for CR AU applications
Ruby City does allow previous game history/CR to be brought over on a case by case basis. If you want to include this in your application please add additional sections for PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT and PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY beneath the Personality and Background/History sections.

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


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[personal profile] witchshouse 2013-04-07 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Awesome! I'll get started on that.

One problem, the contacts page is locked? I can't access it.
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[personal profile] insomnimaniac 2013-04-07 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
I'll get right on it! Sorry for the wait on the response, I was getting Viola settled in.
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Revisiosn?

[personal profile] unvarnished 2013-04-07 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
(I was trying to avoid headcanon with the personality, so I hope my revisions don't seem too much like headcanon. Also, saw you guys accept test drives, so I'm giving you two different ones. I feel like August comes out easier when he's talking to people)

Personality: August is a man of many contradictions. He is a believer and wants to help others see the light, yet he lies and gives vague answers that make it difficult for him to be trusted. He has traveled all over the world, yet he remains naïve. He is an incredibly hopeful person despite his fear of failing to convince Emma before the curse kills him. He is the type to be easily distracted and although he has good intentions, he doesn’t realize the consequences of his actions until he’s faced with them.

Before going back to Storybrooke, August spent his life pursuing his human desires. There were many temptations out in the World Without Magic, and he gave into them rather than keep the promise he made to his father. He was all about instant gratification. Even after finally catching up with Emma years later, August never directly approached her and was soon out of her life and back to idling his time away. He was so focused on his own problems that he was willing to steal to get a "cure" for his reversion back to wood, and didn't even stop to question how the Dragon could have died.

Due to his nature of being a shameless liar, August doesn’t form attachments with people very easily. That and his restless nature caused him to move around a lot during his twenty-eight years of traveling. He longed to experience everything he could in this world. There were many distractions in the world, and he let them sweep him up and keep him from Emma. His biggest thing was self-indulgence. August did whatever he wanted to do and didn’t think about the consequences. Over the years he turned into a selfish person who only looked out for himself. He was also a coward, first leaving Emma alone and then not facing her in person when he finally came back. The main reason he finally came to Storybrooke was because he was afraid of dying.

Despite his easygoing attitude, August truly does care about breaking the curse. He’s lived his whole life carrying the burden of the promise he made his father. When he finally does try to make good on that promise he becomes frustrated and desperate. It’s a great struggle for him, especially knowing that it’s largely his own fault Emma is so mistrusting. August has carried a lot of guilt on his shoulders, both concerning Emma specifically and how he ran from his duty. He saw convincing Emma to believe as his last chance to make up for his mistakes. All August wanted was a chance to fix things.

August knew that his reversal back into a wooden puppet was his own fault. It was a visual representation of his failure to follow the Blue Fairy’s direction in being selfless, brave and true. August didn't think he could find redemption for all the wrong he caused over the years. He was ashamed of his wooden appearance and that was why he hid. He especially didn’t want his father or Emma, the two people he most didn’t want to disappoint, to see him. Yet his desire to protect them was stronger than his cowardice, and in the end that desire was what saved him.

Overall August genuinely wants to be a good person. The only problem with this is that he gets in his own way: running from his responsibilities, indulging in his human desires, giving into his nature. His nature calls him to be a lying, selfish coward but he has shown himself willing to sacrifice his own life to save the people he loves.

First Person: Ruby City
DramaDramaDuck (the DDD one was done before 2.18 was aired, by the way, so it includes more headcanon on stuff)
Edited 2013-04-07 08:11 (UTC)
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Re: REVISION REQUESTED

[personal profile] thiefofbagend 2013-04-07 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Revision granted! I've added a section on the bottom of the personality section as asked!
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{ [CANON] SHILO WALLACE || Repo! The Genetic Opera || reserve }

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[CANON] Axl Low | Guilty Geat | Reserve

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Thorin Oakenshield || The Hobbit || Reserved

[personal profile] sonof_thrain 2013-04-12 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER

Name: Linden
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: doctorbanana1@googlemail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: Plurk: Thorin II AIM: deatheatercrouch

CHARACTER

Name: Thorin Oakenshield
Canon: The Hobbit
Timeline: Just after the eagles land at Beorn's Rock.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality:

Thorin can have a foul temper and has a deep loathing for elves and dragons. Sometimes, he can make rash decisions concerning their quest as he has a fixed mindset on what to believe in. He is a cankerous and stubborn dwarf most of the time. Ever since, the dragon attacked Erebor and his father went into hiding, Thorin bares a chip on his shoulder towards both dragons and elves. When King Thranduil abandoned the his kin and the dragon Smaug attacked, Thorin's hope of finding an ally within the elves deminished. He never trusted another elf after that incident. His hatred towards anything elven makes him rather bitter when the subject is raised by one of his kin or the wizard, Gandalf.

Thorin is a natural leader in his nature. After the dragon attack, he and his grandfather, Thror, led their kin to Ered Luin. Somewhere safe. He is caring dwarf and values his family members and his own kin above everything else. Loyalty and honour is something he prides himself in. He can make brash decisions at times, believing that attack would be best over defence. But not at the price of losing any of his kin. He has seen death and seeing his grandfather beheaded by Azog the Defiler, makes Thorin come across as very bitter. He is battle-hardned and narrow-minded at times due to his nature and all that he has lost. Protecting his kin is something that is very strong in Thorin. Kili and Fili, his nephews are prized dearly within his heart. He would fight to the death to protect them above all else. Protecting the line of Durin and being a good uncle is something Thorin strives to be.

Thorin enjoys a good song by the fire with his kin and also a drop of ale. You can find the softer, gentler side of Thorin while he is in song by a roaring fire and recanting the tales of old. Thorin is proud of his dwarven heritage and often mentions Durin by name in conversation. Either using it in curse or praising Durin's folk. Thorin's love for music and song makes him a pleasant fellow to be around and during battle. A dangerous but welcome ally. He is incredibly brave by nature because of what he had to face during his younger years as a prince of Erebor. Standing up his enemies, has made him a tough man inside. Yet, the emotions still well up inside if someone mentions those events of his life.

Thorin does not have the fascination of gold and treasure like his grandfather, but has the need of finding and reclaiming Erebor. This is what drives Thorin. The need to reclaim what is rightfully his and his kin's. He has the map and key on his person and would protect both with his life if need be. He has no want for treasure but for the throne and the kingdom. Becoming king would do his grandfather's honour gratitude. Peace and somewhere for his kin to live once more after being forced out into exile. It has been too long for him and his heart yearns for that more than anything.

Thorin does have manners but can be brash when speaking. He does tolerate those who are above him but just about. His stubborn nature somewhat causes him to be rude at times. Especially, towards Gandalf and Lord Elrond. He does not mean to come across as rude but protecting the map and Erebor against others who would wish it for themselves, makes Thorin defensive overall. Courageous and honourable above all else, Thorin can be majestic how he handles matters. Whether it be in battle, he always looks out for his own and protects them above all else.

Defending his nephews, who are in the company, is something Thorin values most. He would sacrifice himself to save another if he could. Becoming Oakenshield at a young age, he is no stranger to facing opponents far stronger than himself. He owes Bilbo a debt after the hobbit saved him from losing his head when facing Azog the Defiler. He tolerates the halfling but secretly admires his courage and bravery inside. He can act all mighty and rough outside but inside, there is a calm and caring dwarf.


First Person:

[What in Durin's name was going on? He was aboard some kind of carriage. It was moving as Thorin went to stare out of the window. Where was he and what was going on? The train lurches suddenly as he grabs onto one of the door hinges as he curses in Khuzdul. He manages to stay on his feet as he hears the screech of breaks as the train begins to slow.

What was that weight within his tunic pocket? He feels the lump and pulls out a shiny pocket watch. What was this doing here and what did it do? He frowns and wants to know who was responsible for putting him aboard this machine. He walks along the corridor of the train and grumbles under his breath.]


What is going on? I demand to know who did this to me!

[The train jolts to a stop as he feels himself bump against the window of the train. He can feel himself becoming angrier by the moment as he doesn't want to be here. Where is the company? Witchcraft. Is this some elaborate joke?]


Third Person:

He was not going to back down at he faced his enemy. Azog the Defiler sat but a few paces away from where Thorin clung to the tree. His fingers gripping the bark hard so that his knuckles were white. Staring down this great enemy of dwarves, Thorin released his grip from the bark and unsheathed his mighty blade, Orcrist. The elven blade was still very new as it shined in the dim sunlight. It was nearly sunset as he felt his blood pounding within his ears.

Each step he took closed the gap between him and the huge Orc. It felt like time itself had slowed down. Azog sat atop his Warg, snarling with a sick pleasure. Thorin showed no such emotion. A grim mask spread over the dwarf king's face as he moved into a charge towards his foe. Sword swinging in his clenched palm, he felt the roar of battle stir within his ears as his blood pounded. This was it. He was going to face Azog the Defiler. The Orc sat mocking him and leered evilly at him. Calling his grandfather and father cowards. Thorin would not stand for it as he breached the perimeter of the Orc pack and yelled at the top of his lungs. Behind him, Gandalf, Bilbo and his kin. Would he ever see them again?

It all happened so fast. He saw the Warg's teeth come bared at him as he went to swing his sword at the muscled head. Azog laughed deeply as his Warg bit into Thorin's arm and then wrapped around his torso. Pain seared through every nerve in his body as he felt the Warg's teeth pierce through his armour into his flesh. It felt like knives were digging deep into him. A vice like grip. Thorin went to slice at the Warg but he was thrown into the air and landed with a thump onto a nearby rock. He was bleeding badly. Inside as well as out. He could feel the warm tingle of blood as it seeped into his clothes.

Another Orc loomed over head, his blade ready. The order was given to remove the dwarf's head. His vision blurred as he felt blackness ready to overcome him. This was it. He was about to die. He had failed. Erebor would never be reclaimed now. The dwarf king was about to be beheaded by Azog the Defiler. His breathing shallowed as he felt his beating heart begin to fail. One last look at the hobbit, high up in the tree before everything went black.
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Arthur Pendragon/Saber | Fate/Zero | Reserved

[personal profile] untilavalon 2013-04-12 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER

Name: Luciano
Personal Journal: [personal profile] je_ri_cho
E-mail: puppyfacemccall@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: colibriprince

CHARACTER

Name: Arthur Pendragon, Saber Class
Canon: Fate/Zero
Timeline: Directly after the events of Episode 25
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2/?

[personal profile] untilavalon 2013-04-12 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Personality:

To understand Arthur Pendragon truly, one must bear in mind that above all, Arthur is King. From the day she was born she understood that to become king was indeed her destiny and accepted it with grace; unfortunately, she also accepted and never questioned a fair number of ideals that would lead to her fall. Rather than be raised by her father, Uther Pendragon, Arthur was raised as a squire by Sir Ector alongside foster brother Kay. Disregarding gender, Arthur was taught to be a knight and Merlin himself knew that the signs pointed to Arthur’s becoming king-- the king Britain had been promised. Arthur would eventually choose to pull the sword from the stone despite Merlin’s warnings that her life would never be the same; she knew that to be the king was her destiny no matter her sex and she would do all in her power to be the king that Britain then needed.

Her response to gender as a king can very easily be interpreted as Arthur being bigender, so it is the mun's choice to do so. Without outright objecting to her female physical form, Arthur adopted the masculine role of king and became so in spirit, ‘posing’ as male during her rule though she was completely sure that no one who learned of her sex would abandon their fealty to her. Arthur will respond to being gendered by either male or female pronouns but for the sake of simplicity mun will use female pronouns for her in her posts, though she prefers to wear masculine clothing, is rather androgynous, and has an androgynous vocal quality. She is uncomfortable with people treating her as one would traditionally a girl, likely because she was raised as a squire and king and is not used to such actions. The fact that so many react as though she is a joke (or other bad reactions) once they learn that King Arthur’s biological sex was female bothers her intensely. She is not afraid to resort to harsh words and actions to prove her worth, as seen when she challenges Alexander when he gleefully exclaims “who would have thought that the king of knights was a little girl?”

“King of Knights” seems to be the favoured title of Arthur Pendragon in Fate/Zero, and she certainly does take her role as king very seriously. Alexander the Great says of her:

"You saved them, but you never led them. You never showed them what a king should be. You abandoned your men when they lost their way. Then, alone and untroubled, you followed your own petty little ideals. Thus, you are no true king. You are only a little girl, enraptured by a false idol of the king who serves others, but not themselves."


His assessment of her is not far from the truth. Though she has a heart dedicated to Britannia and the people, her ideals keep her from being the king she could have been. She expects people to act honourably and seems disappointed when they don’t, as though no cynicism has had the common sense to enter her mind. She believes in chivalry and honour and seems not to understand that such ideals are not the top of everyone’s agenda. Arthur abandons herself as a human when she becomes king and takes on the persona in full, but does not truly understand that she must both serve and be served as king. The selflessness she shows becomes selfish; rather than work for a real Britannia, she worked only toward an ideal one-- one that could never be. This and distrust among the Knights of the Round Table only contributed to their fall, a mistake Arthur believes herself responsible for fixing and at complete fault for. She can be and often is a machine of her own guilt.

Edited 2013-04-12 20:25 (UTC)
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3/?

[personal profile] untilavalon 2013-04-12 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
On a lighter note, Arthur’s personality isn’t entirely insufferably chivalric. She tends not to get the sexual implications of jokes, but can sometimes poke fun at her peers. She had a very close friendship with Lancelot as well as her foster-brother Kay; while she usually seems straight-faced and unwavering, Arthur is very capable of laughing happily and enjoying life with a friend. For someone so kingly she can be surprisingly sassy at times as well, but is usually genuine in her intentions and optimism. There are also a number of things she likes, so it isn’t as though her dedication to kinghood left her devoid of personality, and food is definitely one of Arthur’s favourite things. She has an absolutely voracious appetite and a seemingly infallible metabolism, likely one of the effects of Excalibur’s magic.

In canon Arthur is usually referred to by her fighting class, “saber” (referring to her position as swordsman) to protect her identity, as identities can be used in battles during the Holy Grail War to reveal weapons and other such fallibilities. She is likely to avoid using her real name at first in Ruby City (and will likely use earlier translations of the name) as she won’t know the status of the Grail War and does not expect most to know all translations of the name of the legend.

In the beginning of her stay in Ruby City Arthur will be dealing with the final events of the Fourth Grail War. It is revealed to Arthur that the insane of the servants, Berserker, is actually Lancelot, her dearest friend. After she defeats him he explains that he went mad because though Arthur knew of his affair with Gwenivere, she never raised a hand to punish him:

"Because I could not stop myself from loving Gwenivere, I was unable to forgive myself. But King Arthur, you never so much as questioned me or sought recompense. You simply stood before us in your righteousness. But I wished for judgement at your hand. Had your anger punished me, I might not have fallen into madness in my quest for atonement."


He continues on to tell her that though this occurred, he could say with certainty that Arthur was the greatest of kings. This statement does not stay with her; she still feels the need to fight for the grail and fix the mistakes she has made. When her master orders her to destroy the grail, she is unable to do so, instead perishing before the grail is destroyed. As she delivers the attack of her Noble Phantasm, she states

"What could [my master] have learned about me from issuing a mere three orders? After all, I never even knew my closest companions. Perhaps this is my punishment for being the king who could not understand the feelings of others."


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4/?

[personal profile] untilavalon 2013-04-12 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
And upon Arthur's return to her place at the lost battlefield at Camlenn, she weeps heavily for her loss and believes herself unworthy, stating that she was never meant to become king. This is where Arthur's canonpoint will be taken, at a time when she is beyond recompense herself and believes herself to be unworthy. She still believes she must redeem herself for the sake of her people and fight for the grail.

It's a shame for her, honestly, as she is not completely to blame. Lancelot says of her again in a post-death short,

"One of the knights left the castle for good, saying the king did not understand how others felt. I believe those words were what triggered my madness. Who was the one unable to understand? Did he not know she loved her people until the end, even as it isolated her people in Camelot? Who really was the one who nobody loved, from beginning to end?"


In this and a prior assessment from Arthur's dearest companion we learn that though Arthur struggled to understand the feelings of others, she loved her people regardless of any fault and loved them to the point it isolated her. In her selflessness she lost herself, becoming less than human and more of a tool, doing all she could for everyone else and taking nothing for herself. This brings about her isolated end at Camlann, and a selflessness that becomes selfishness at the end of the fourth grail war. By forfeiting any blame from any of her people and taking it all upon herself, she brings the almost frenzied pain she experiences after losing the grail war.
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5/5

[personal profile] untilavalon 2013-04-12 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person:
Good evening.

[Arthur’s voice resonates clear and level across the voice communication. With no means of disguising herself, Arthur doesn't dare use the video setting-- though it takes a bit more tampering with the device than Arthur is comfortable with. She ought to know how this works, after all.]

...My name is Artorius Pendraig.

I don’t know by what force I have been brought here, nor where this location is. Should anyone know and care to share the whereabouts of this location as well as by what means, it would be much appreciated.

[She is not so naïve as to expect that whatever force has brought her here will let her free easily by any means. All she knows for sure is that she is not here by the force of the Throne of Heroes, nor is any master present, and this is more than worrying.

It's almost terrifying.]


Third Person:

When Arthur slept, she dreamt. Most servants didn't share the so-called luxury-- though she supposed that in Ruby City, they all must dream again. It was not a dream she awakened from that morning but a nightmare, though she supposed they must both share a common form.

She didn't move from the bed, for once, where she lay flat on her back like the dead. There was no war to attend to, no grail to fight for. Arthur felt stripped of everything, truly, and laying on her side, she listened to the drumming of raindrops on the window pane absently as she contemplated.

How could it be that her efforts would be for naught? The thought troubled her; the destiny she assumed herself set for had been turned over and denied. She was not the king she thought herself destined to be, and had suddenly become a captive of some strange city beyond the reaches of her Earth. The weight of it pressed on her heart, one that was not a copy or phantasm but wholly present in Ruby City.

She was not the king she'd thought herself to be and, so long as she was here, would never obtain the grail-- and according to the words of others, might never obtain it at all. A king without a throne, a knight without a kingdom to defend, and it was fitting; Arthur had never truly understood what it meant to be king, after all. Had never understood people, the way they felt. Had saved them, but had never led them.

If she were going to continue to be alive, King or not, Arthur was going to remedy this mistake.

Getting to her feet, Arthur shed the emotional veil of her mourning and slipped herself into the fitted suit she had obtained, tied her hair back low, and lifted the pocket watch from the desk.

She had heard many refer to Ruby City as a prison, and many residents held it in disdain. As Arthur left the flat she'd claimed, however, she couldn't help but feel that a hopefully temporary stay in a world without a Grail War was nothing but a blessing.
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Waver Velvet | Fate/Zero | Reserved

[personal profile] gordianknots 2013-04-12 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Meg
Personal Journal: [personal profile] megkips
E-mail: shoelesswanderer[at]gmail[dotcom]
AIM/MSN/etc: Megkips

CHARACTER
Name: Waver Velvet, Lord El-Melloi II
Canon: Fate/zero
Timeline: Post-destruction of the Holy Grail, twenty years after the events of Fate/zero
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: At the start of Fate/zero, Waver Velvet is every bratty half pint stereotype condensed into the body of a British magus who wants respect and recognition for his talent, despite his low blood line in terms of actual magic ability. This desire, coupled with public humiliation from one of his professors, drives Waver to enter the the Fourth Holy Grail War, in the hopes that if he wins the Grail, he will be given the respect he thinks that he deserves.

Summoning up Alexander the Great as a familiar (having stolen a summoning artefact from the same professor who humiliated him), Waver matures, going from child to adult in a matter of days, learning whose respect matters in the end as well. This newfound understanding allows Waver to find some sort of both the world of magi that he lives in and where he stands in it. It also allows him to finish his training at Clock Tower, obtain the title of Lord El-Melloi II from the prestigious Archibald family, and go on to become a professor in the very same institution that refused to give him respect in his youth. His tenure at Clock Tower also permits him to mentor and influence a vast number of magi, make alliances, and generally become well known and respected, all through careful maneuvering. It is also during his time as professor that he comes to meet Rin Tohsaka,who he takes apart the Holy Grail with around the year 2016, ending the Grail War cycle for good.

Waver remains dissatisfied with where he is in life, as he has come to learn the fame and respect he wanted in his youth was not really what he wanted at all. The respect that he has earned from his time as a professor - both as a researcher and as an instructor with the ability to see the hidden talents of other magi and train it - holds little meaning to him, as he has not progressed to a point where he is content with his own skills. He is on a constant quest of self improvement, and he is his harshest critic.

Much of Waver’s life has been defined by playing political games in order to ensure his own survival, as magi are notorious for using each other to their own advantage. It has made him into something of a strategist, and Waver definitely has preferences for going about accomplishing his goals. He usually tries to gather as much information possible so that he can predict all possible outcomes before making a move, although he is not above playing people off of each other or manipulating others to get what he wants. For Waver, manipulation and use of knowledge as currency is simply as part of mage culture, brought upon by centuries of build up.

It is no surprise then that thanks to the nature of the culture he grew up in, Waver keeps few allies and even fewer friends. He is happiest and the most at peace with himself in his own company.

Waver vocally supports the questioning of tradition and indeed, has future plans to raise questions about equality within his own community. His accomplishments thus far - surviving the grail war, becoming a lord, and being able to take apart the grail, in addition to his status as a professor and researcher (no matter how unhappy he is about it) - have given him enough power in order to do so, and he is simply now waiting for the opportune moment to do so.

First Person:
[There’s a sudden weight in the inner pocket of Waver’s suit. He knows it because he is in a constant state of awareness in regards to his body - being a mage dictates that it is necessary for the practice of the craft. Be as it definitely wasn’t there moments ago, he does the only logical thing he can think to do, which is to pull it out and give it a good look over. There’s nothing remarkable to the craftsmanship, nothing that makes it an heirloom or even worth pawning off if the place runs on something other than pounds (God help him if they’re using the Euro), but he knows there must be a trick to it.

There is, and he grins when he flicks the right button. A few experimental moments reveal the video, audio and text functions, and Waver does the most logical thing he can think to do at the moment - crowdsource.]

Simply put: my name is Waver Velvet, Lord El-Melloi II. I require information concerning this place, relating to the following question: the best way to acquire food, how currency works here, who is in charge, and if magecraft or other magic related schools of thought are even possible to use here. Any and all information is appreciated, a far more detailed map doubly so. I hereby assume that this communication network allows for delayed responses, but I would appreciate some level of speed in regards to gaining answers.

Thank you.

Third Person:

Waver sighed, glaring unhappily at the mocking row of books labeled 900.990. Where there should be a row of books about the city, or the country that the city resides, there was nothing. Nothingness, meant interesting. Nothingness also meant frustration, and he addressed the emotion was a soft, mutter of, “Fuck.”

He glared unhappily at the 900.991 books that offered him all the information about New Zealand he could ever want. It was time enough to let his mind run over what this all meant. The lack of books concerning the city meant information was being withheld. It also meant that those in charge knew people might come looking for a history, which made the whole witholding of information not only deliberate, but acted as a form of mockery. It was hard to tell which was the greater insult.

But insults could be processed later. With no information about the city’s history, magic, governance, wildlife, infrastructure and so on down the list, Waver could no longer hope to embroil himself within its machinations and manipulate things to his favour. Or, he could, but to do so would rely on inaccurate and patchy memories from the people living in the city itself, creating a risk.

Time to invent a new strategy all together it was then. Although creating a history might be the first step, based on crowd sourcing and physical investigation. Waver wondered, vaguely, if that second part might get him killed.

Didn’t matter. Knowledge was always worth the ultimate risk.
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[Canon] Aya | Green Lantern: The Animated Series | Reserved

[personal profile] parameters_set 2013-04-13 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)

[CANON] Caliborn and Calliope || Homestuck || Reserve || 1 of 3

[personal profile] uranianumbrage 2013-04-13 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Pollux
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: miaoumerchant@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: sauntering-vaguely-downwards Skype
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Meg Masters ☠ Supernatural ☠ Reserved

[personal profile] thornybeauty 2013-04-14 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Steph
Personal Journal:
E-mail: Susrien@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: Susrien @ AIM

CHARACTER
Name: Meg Masters
Canon: Supernatural
Timeline: After Crowley kills her. Season 8, episode 17.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality:

Despite the fact that Meg starts out in the series as an evil demonic force over time she shows that she is much more than some stereotypical demon bad guy. She proves herself as an intelligent cunning force if a bit cowardly at times. Even at the point of her demise she could probably be considered a "good guy" as she died staying loyal to the Winchesters and Castiel. There is a lot of character development throughout the series from when she is introduced despite the fact that Meg is a creature of evil and destruction.

She starts out as a Lucifer Loyalist and opposes the Winchesters, completely evil and hellbent on whatever horrible plans were in store for the brothers. She possesses the body of a college girl named Meg Masters (Which is where she got her name.) and uses the Winchester brothers to lure their dad into a trap. This of course fails and she's banished to hell. The next time the protagonists see her she is still just as evil. More recently she inhabits a new "meat suit" and helped Lucifer deal with the boys as he preformed a ritual that killed many other demons.

Later on when we see her she is working against Crowley no matter what the cost, seeking revenge on him. This is when she is shown to be a bit less evil and more of a person. She stays back and kills the hell hounds allowing Dean, Sam and Castiel to escape and get Crowley and she also stays true to her deal and tortures Crowley when Sam asks her to. It's a sort of "enemy of my enemy is my friend" sort of deal that none of them really seem to enjoy.

In the most recent episodes she seems to be on the same side as Dean and Sam and spends time watching after Castiel. Once again it is an "enemy of my enemy" situation but this time neither her nor Cas seem to go about it begrudgingly, instead they both protect each other quite a few times. Despite this new found loyalty between angel and demon Sam and Dean still dislike the idea and do not trust her at all.

One of the more consistent things about Meg's personality is her playfulness and flirty nature. It has stayed the same - from flirting with Sam to flirting with Dean, and then ultimately with Castiel. Most of the time it is just to gain something, to taunt or to upset whoever it's aimed at. Though she never seems to be against the idea of it going farther than simply flirting. That fact is evident by her having no issue with a full on make-out session with Sam and then having no opposition to Castiel kissing her back after she kissed him to steal his angel blade.

As stated there is also a playfulness to her character that can either go alongside the flirting or be something on its own. She makes pop culture references and movie references simply to be playful or tease. This playfulness seems to get less malicious in the more recent episodes but that doesn't mean she isn't still a demon, a creature of evil. Even if she gets offended that Sam and Dean treat her as a "second class citizen" because she is a demon.

Meg is rather passionate about many things; first she was utterly passionate about following Lucifer and listening to Azazel which then was put behind her want for vengeance on the Winchester brothers. Then after that she was intent on killing Crowley in revenge for helping the Winchesters defeat Lucifer. Ultimately she admits she is a driven person when she informs that she had no intention of messing with Dean or Sam. In all of these instances she shows that she's willing to do just about anything to succeed at whatever she's vying for. She even goes as far as to work with the Winchesters to defeat Crowley.

Demons aren't often loyal to anything other than themselves some do seem to form bonds to other demons like Azazel who claims Meg as his daughter and gets angry when the Winchesters send her back to hell. Unlike most, Meg does seem to show loyalty to both Lucifer and Castiel and the Winchesters in addition. Even when Crowley informs Meg of the brothers' plan to banish all demons back to hell and close the gates in an attempt to get her to join his side she stays loyal and attacks Crowley, not only in revenge but to distract him from the brothers and the angel tablet. This key component to her personality leads to explaining another.

Meg is perhaps one of the most human demons. One might even say she is quite good for a demon. It's said that demons forget what it's like to be human and many forget they were even human at all. Meg however shows quite a few human traits; these traits are shown more so after she meets Castiel and takes care of him than in the beginning when she was introduced and was ruthlessly evil. She is influenced by whatever goal she has set her mind on and who is around it. An example of this would be when Sam expressed how his view of the world changed because of someone and Meg agrees with him implying that Castiel changed how she views the world with her changed behavior. This is more obvious when she states that Castiel is the only angel that would bat for her and seems to be attached to the sentiment behind that.

She is shown to be intelligent, she is one step ahead of the boys quite often. This is one of the things that leads to her sometimes cowardly behavior. Even soulless Sam didn't get the chance to kill her because she left before he could. This intelligence is what makes her so good at manipulating people and allowing her to get what she wants.

First Person: [When Meg's eyes open she can't help but be shocked. She had been stabbed by Crowley - waking up on a train is not what she was expecting. Her eyes traverse the interior of the train carefully before she finally stands up. The demon has to wonder if this is due to something the Winchesters have done, or perhaps Castiel... He's an angel he has angel mojo, right? She really hopes it's the latter because the last thing she wants to do is owe the Winchesters a favor.

It's then that she notices the watch in the pocket of her jacket. Grabbing it, she brings it up to her face for further inspection, turning it over and over as she stares.]


Now what do we have here? How did this get here?

[She flicks the thing open but as she does so one of her fingers slip against a button that did who knows what -- because it certainly was not change the time.]

Shit.

[She inspects it a bit more intensely as she tries to figure out what she's done.]

Wait, is this thing recording me? Whatever anyone says this thing is not an upgrade from a video camera. I've seen a lot of stuff but this takes the cake for stupidest invention...

Third Person:

Meg gazed at the reflection staring back at her from the glass of some shop's window. She refused to do one of those stupid touch her face and give the reflective surface a surprised look. Horror movie rule #1 (And she would know she's done it at least once) the bad guy (or woman) is always standing behind said surprised female getting friendly with the mirror or otherwise reflective surface. The demon looked over her shoulder regardless of what the reflection said, there was no way she was getting ganked again right after coming back from the great beyond.

"Well, this is all fine and dandy but I'm really getting bored of this whole mysterious element of where in the world am I and who brought me back only to stick a pocket watch in my pocket." Speaking of the stupid thing -- fingers dug into her pocket to curl around the somewhat warm metal and remove it so she could glare at the thing with a scowl as if it were the culprit. Only after squeezing it in aggravation did she open it again; her eyes flickered across it like she was reading some unwritten text on it.

"This is getting pretty boring, pretty fast and you have got to admit, it's hard to bore the girl that took care of a drooling angel for way too long. By the way, you're welcome to get your cute feathery butt here any time and tell me what's going on, Castiel. Wow, does this count as praying to angels? Who woulda thunk it. Of all people, me praying to an angel. Or maybe this is just classified as talking at an angel... I feel less clean that way, I want to go with that."

With a huff she turned her attention to the sky before speaking again. "Testing, testing, one, two, is this thing on? Meg to Enterprise, don't beam me up Scotty. Just want to talk. Maybe slice me a piece of angel cake." The last comment brought a grin to her face - it was cute in a dumb way how he managed to misunderstand her flirtations unless she was blunt, like kissing him. He had understood that one despite the fact that it was mostly intended as a way to get his angel sword.
uranianumbrage: ('Shy' Caliborn)

[CANON] Caliborn || Homestuck || Reserve || 2 of 3

[personal profile] uranianumbrage 2013-04-14 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
CHARACTER
Name: Caliborn
Canon: Homestuck
Timeline: The last sleep shift from Calliope to Caliborn before Calliope was murdered.

If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: I am apping as both Calliope and Caliborn, since they are sharing a body. Splitting it up with another player would provide continuity errors like Calliope walking around while Caliborn is awake, or bodily states not carrying through from earlier actions. Since neither can both be awake at the same point in time, there is never a chance for them stumbling into one another, or holding extensive. As it stands I have no reason to play out them interacting with one another since they’d be having to slip into this sleeping and waking cycle with short comments in between until it became ridiculous.

Personality: Calliope and Caliborn are two halves of a coin. While his sister is a caring and affectionate creature, he is her polarized self. Hostile and malicious, he takes a great deal of pleasure in being the aggressor to his sister’s collaborator. He is both antagonistic and demanding in his communication, and does not so much make friends, as gather those with high tolerance into his company. Calliope regards him as little more than a mild annoyance, but he views his sister as an endless source of contempt and an object to be conquered. A dose of antagonism between the personalities of growing Cherubs is entirely natural; however, Caliborn is impatient and like any fool without a full grasp of the consequences of their actions, fully intends to speed up the process of his sister’s inevitable death. It’s with this same blind fervor that he approaches much of anything, acting before fully thinking anything through.

Throughout his growth, he was given everything he could want or need. Their rearing, while neglectful to most species, was damn near spoiling rotten to a Cherub. Calliope managed to escape the coddling with little feelings of entitlement, but Caliborn was severely affected. He runs on the belief that whatever he likes, be it his odd taste in “pornography” or the compliance of others, should be handed to him. On times when he isn’t provided with what he wants, he will react with tantrums that can range from rude to violent. Even when given everything he could possibly want, it doesn’t protect others from his petulant outbursts.

Unlike his sister, he isn’t capable of seeing others as friends or even equals. The idea of friendship is entirely awful to him, as he has stated many times that the idea alone is disgusting, and that there are none that he sees in such a light. In his eyes, a person’s worth is measured first by gender, and second in how well they can serve his needs. The highest he could see another beyond a useful servant, would be someone he wants to dub his “bro”, a strong, intelligent male figure that he wrongly believes is his equal, or at least close to such. As of yet, Dirk Strider is the only person to fit this requirement. All others, especially women, are seen to be useless until they prove to be useful enough for him to manipulate him to his needs. His views on women as a whole are entirely misogynistic, seeing them both as sexual objects to fetishize, and “useless bitches” who by virtue of gender, are incapable of accomplishing anything of real worth. This view may have been born out of his contempt for his sister, coupled with his own ignorant and cruel nature.

While he is the “evil half” of the two, there are a plethora of standards which he abides by. Caliborn has a near obsession with games, and by proxy, their rules. Rules are things that he abides by, to an almost zealous degree, preferring to work his way around them rather than outright break them as his sister would. Lies are rare, and used sparingly. Even when he makes an attempt to manipulate Jake later in his storyline, he has no issues in being blunt and bold faced calling Jake an idiot in the midst of trying to make nice. Though, when confronting Jane, he tried to pass off his antagonism as a bid for friendship, while skewing the terms he was using to keep his lies to a minimum. Even when playing chess with his sister, he kept within the outlined rules of the game, and refrained from lying during a dubious play of disguising his king as his queen and vice versa. His bluntness forms a parallel to his sister’s secretive nature.

Jigsaw-like games and twists may be the only things he loves, but they are far from his only hobbies. Both he and his sister hold a fascination for human romance, though his interest is more fetishistic than wanting to participate. Since love, and gentle gestures of affection are a so far separated from the Cherub’s own form of attraction, he views it as something wrong, and erotic. Caliborn Fetishizes affection due to its exoticness. As of recent he has also tried his hand at art, a jab at his sister’s talent. For the moment, he’s still generally awful at the practice.

Caliborn as a whole is cruel, stupid, and spoiled, but the power and luck behind him make him a dangerous enemy.

First Person: [A monstrous green creature tumbles from the door of the train, red dripping from the deep cuts of his knuckles and chunks of upholstery still clamped tightly between his teeth. Once he has left the car, the train starts to back out of the station, chunks of glass falling out of the window he’d broken as it wobbles back and away.

Caliborn spits out the chunk of what was his train seat.
]

LIMP HOME!

[He’d have riddled the whole place with holes were his beloved gun in his possession. It’s truly safer for the general populace that it isn’t.

He dusts his clothes off, and picks the glass from his hand, more an afterthought than anything else.

It takes some time (and one squirrel that he is now picking from his teeth) for him to come to terms with his surroundings, as they are neither blinding red and covered in gaudy jpeg. artifact statures, nor the dull grey metal of his home. There isn’t even purple, so that counts out this as a dream. Considering those are the only places he has ever known, he is pretty much at a loss here. No way of knowing where he is, and no gun to murder things with make Cal a dull boy. No, angry boy. That makes Caliborn a very angry boy.

It’s as he bends over to remove one of his manacles that he notices a gold pocket watch at his feet. A classy item, for a classy man. Since there are no classy men present, Caliborn will be taking it.
When he finds that he has utterly no idea just how the miserable thing even works, he smashes it on a street lamp several times. And then throws it against a wall. Just for good measure. The video feed starts up, broadcasting a toothy green skullbeast with an awful fashion sense as he goes to pick up his watch for yet another round of abuse.
]

Third Person:
TT: Anyway. Got to go.
TT: Your drawing blows.
TT: Later.


Caliborn stared at the screen long after he had gone idle, staring at the orange text that had so callously berated his personal art style. Anyone with functioning eyeballs could see that the two of them were sharing a rather steamy look of mutual respect, the scene alone made him a little hot under the collar. Beneath the two of them were the titled ‘bitches’, wrapped in the tender embrace that humans called ‘a tickle fight’. Natural indignation called for shit to be wrecked, but perhaps not quite as wrecked as he was entirely capable of. He and Dirk shared the bond of bros after all, a ‘bromance’ if he was allowed to get particularly raunchy about it all. Strider was the least repulsive of all his little group and he did have quite a bit of artistic experience, perhaps he would need to improve before he was finally recognized as the human’s rightful superior.

After he was able to finally kill Strider—a quick and almost painless procedure compared to what Caliborn has planned for his friends—he would have to pin a completed work to the bloodsoaked corpse. An image of them, ahem, holding hands seemed perfect for the occasion. So vulgar.

However, it was difficult to garner approval from a bloated cadaver. Perhaps he would keep the most capable of the humans alive, long enough at least to admire his pure talent when it came to erotic art. He could even paint his final piece in the blood of the witless bitches and bumbling ape that Dirk called friends. If he begged nearly enough, Caliborn may even let him live. A strong and capable human would make an excellent crony for his needs.

Boys could dream.

Dreams that were burst with one glance at his current skill. Like any aspiring artist, he would have to practice to hone his ability. Murder plans would have to wait for until such a time that Dirk’s dead or possibly living body could gape vacantly at his prowess with a pen. His bitch sister—who would preferably also be dead at this juncture in time—would have to give up her title of an artist in utter shame at being bested in yet another aspect. It’s that image that he used as fuel for his ‘art’. For once, Calliope might just hold up her duties as a muse for once.

Each new depiction of his sister’s demise and his own pleasure was stuffed away into his sylladex for her to retrieve upon waking. For good measure, he whipped slabs of meat off toward his sister’s half of the room, knocking over her books in a splatter of lukewarm blood and meat hunks.
Edited 2013-04-14 02:40 (UTC)