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APPLICATIONS


APPLICATIONS


Applications are processed weekly, every weekend. The cut-off time for the submission of applications is 11:59PST on Saturday.
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✗ Please submit your application with the journal you plan to use if you have one made already. If not, another journal is fine, but we prefer your intended journal so it makes for an easier time in granting access to the mod journal and the contacts page.
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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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[CANON ] Sollux Captor || Homestuck || No reserve || 1 of 1 ]

[personal profile] notthebee2 2012-03-26 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
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[OC] Jacqueline Tisch || No reserve || 1 of 1]

[personal profile] jackieandjuice 2012-03-29 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Megan
Personal Journal: [personal profile] twistedspectrum
E-mail: twisted.spectrum at gmail dot com
AIM/MSN/etc: jackie and juice


CHARACTER
Name: Jacqueline Tisch
Age: 24
Appearance: height: 5'3"
eyes: golden-brown
hair: bistre

In daylight, Jacqueline's attire tends to be understated. She's rarely clad in jeans, preferring leggings and skirts, and all of her shoes have heels, to making her seem just a little taller. A scarf completes her attire in the winter, and a fashionable hat is the topper in the warmer months. When out for some sort of Event, her gowns tend to be subtly glitzy and curve-hugging, showing off her form without overdoing it.

In the bedroom, however, all bets are off. The attire available in her spare closet ranges from elaborate corsets to leather thigh-high boots. Behind closed doors, the girl revealed is as different from the daytime princess as one could be.

Chosen PB: Olivia Thirlby

Personality: On the surface, Jacqueline is every bit the demure, socialite princess that her mother always wanted her to be. She's soft-spoken and quiet, with a smile that dazzles in the brief moments that it lights up her face. She tends to listen more than she speaks, and she's more than happy to let people talk themselves to happy death in their futile attempts to fill the void of her silence. (More than one plaything has condemned herhimself to a night of rough punishment because of their overdeveloped need to babble.) She's one to observe, rather than one who needs to be center stage. It gives her more chances to hear all about all the weaknesses someone may or may not have.

She also hoards gossip like a dragon with treasure. Many of the 'pets' she's owned in the past were claimed specifically because they had connections, or because they knew how to ferret out the right rumors and discover the truth under the lies. She likes to be 'in the know', and she'll take great lengths to make sure she is...and occasionally will go even further to ensure that the number people who are aware of how much she knows are kept to a minimum. It's one of her favorite types of power, and she wields it with a subdued caution, using the tidbits of truth she has like unusual currency, buying and selling them at her whims.

In the safety of her own dungeon home, she becomes a different creature entirely. She's very exacting and demanding on her toys, and is prone to bouts of ecstatic rage whenever one of them fouls up. A mistake - any mistake - merits punishment, and her punishments are creative, cruel things. More than one former toy bears scars from a round or two in the second bedroom of her luxurious apartment, and there are plenty who have underestimated her and despaired for it. The Mistress in leather is nothing like the princess in public, and woe unto those who think otherwise...

World Information: Jacqueline came from an alternate earth that is essentially just like the world we live in, with supernatural quirks. There's possibly some supernatural blood in her, and I'm gonna leave that a little up in the air so it can be developed - or not - as the mods/her interactions with the world/etc. see fit.

History: Unlike many socialite couples in Manhattan, Muffy & Edward Tisch were very happy with each other - they met in high school, and married with the blessings of both families shortly after college - and the persistence of their passions are evident in the number of their children. More than two seemed unusual in high society, yet Jacqueline was the third born of the pair's romantic moments, the first girl in the family, followed shortly by her younger sister. Lined in a row, the four Tisch children were split in coloration and hue almost right down the middle - James and Jacqueline resembling their father, with dark hair and brooding eyes, and Parker and Alyssa mirroring their mother in their blue-eyed, blonde-haired visages.

So while Jacqueline was surely spoiled, as are most of society's children, she never felt the privilege of the spotlight as strongly as many of her schoolmates. James, of course, was appointed heir to his father's company when he was still in the crib, and Alyssa would always be 'Mommy's baby girl'. Even Parker seemed to earn more attention than her, with his near-genius IQ and his dazzling academic career. In the end, Jacqueline was just lost in the shuffle - or as lost in the shuffle as a high-born girl can be.

Jackie didn't mind. With even the eyes of the media focused on all but her, she found herself capable of moving through the tides of current affairs unnoticed, a quiet girl in the background while the spotlight focused on the dazzling players main stage. It afforded her a special sort of anonymity, gave her leave to indulge in the sorts of things that would have made society gasp, if they'd only been paying attention. All she had to do was be careful and cautious, and the whole world was none the wiser. When she was little, this meant sneaking out (with the chauffeur, of course; not even at the age of ten was she dumb enough to wander Manhattan with some sort of guard) and exploring Central Park; as she got older, it meant sampling the darker clubs downtown and finding the secret parties that raged in Brooklyn. Unlike most people who get involved in such scenes, however, Jacqueline continued to maintain the appearance of 'socialite princess' in the light of day. It made maintaining her two-faced lifestyle so much simpler when nobody asked questions.

When it came time for college, it was taken for granted that she would attend the same prestigious college that her father and mother had, and her brothers before her. Her arrival wasn't marked with any fanfare - she was not the first legacy to darken the hallways, and she would be far from the last - but there were dark groups here, fraternities and sororities that met in the middle of the night and practiced things not-quite-legal. One of them was a twisted sort of sex-cult, and apparently all of her family had been part of it before her. To learn of it was a bit of a shock, but she welcomed it. It was a little like being back home...except now, she was old enough to take control of who she wanted. After all, she'd seen several times the interactions between Dominant and lesser, and now, she was going to have a chance to sample things for herself. It was like a dream come true, and little miss Jacqueline has no desire to see her dream undone.

Jacqueline, of course, graduated with honors, though not a single member of her family watched her receive her diploma (something that isn't very unusual in the world of the social elite). Some of her closest friends escorted her to the train and wished her well when she boarded for Manhattan. Having had a long day, she tucked her head against a pillow, and decided to take a nap on the short ride back to the city. It was to be her first day as the socialite princess her mother had made her into, and she was going to enjoy it.

When she woke, the train had mostly cleared out, and it was pulling into the station in Ruby City. Now she just has to figure out why she - the most normal of the norm, in comparison to the other 'colorful' residents of the city - was brought here...

Strengths/Weaknesses: strengths: calm, thoughtful, observant || weaknesses: soft-spoken, inflexible, overtly harsh
Abilities: As of right now, Jackie is a very boring human, though she weilds a mean whip. This could develop into more later on, if something triggers her; but that's unlikely to happen anytime soon.

First Person: I'm not sure where you're going with this. [Jackie shifts uneasily, eyebrows arching high on her brow, watching the man before her warily.] I mean, it's not as if I've propositioned you.

[The silence drags on to the point of being uncomfortable. With a bit of a sigh, the girl shifts her bag from one shoulder to another, to make available that well-manicured hand, which comes to rest on her hip. Full lips pursing into a frown, she shifts again, resisting the urge to begin tapping her toe obnoxiously against the ground. This is taking much longer than it should, and she's damned tired of having to wade through this amount of crap, just for a drink.] Look, it's cold out here, and these heels are murdering my calves. Do you know what it's like? Standing around in heels? [She stares up at the man in front of her, doing her best to glower. She's not exactly used to being denied what she wants, and it's starting to irritate her - fire is evident in her dark eyes.]

I don't know who you are. [Her shoulders slump, and she huffs out another sigh in exasperation, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. Naturally, they flutter for a moment, only to settle right back down where they were, partially obscuring her eyebrows and veiling that angry glare, which she fixes firmly on the face of the man barring her way.] But there's no cause to keep me out of here. Now move, or I'm liable to get upset.

Third Person:

Jackie's heel clicked against the wooden platform of the station as she stepped off the train. Her breath came out in a puff of white steam, and she shivered... more due to the unfamiliar scenery than any actual chill the cool outside air may have brought her. Though she'd dressed warmly, she was a New Yorker at heart, and a touch of cool in the air wasn't anything to be afraid of. The alien feel of her surroundings, however, was. This was new, unexpected - and most definitely not where she was supposed to be. Hazel eyes flicked nervously over what was before her: a foggy last stop for the line of a train that was most definitely not the one she'd entered back in Massachusetts. Immediately, almost instinctively, she began checking over herself, looking for signs of foul play. No obvious puncture wounds, no grogginess. Her reactions and reflexes seemed normal - hell, she even checked her pulse with a quick flick of a hand to her throat. No, no foul play. So...what? And where the hell was she?

Her gaze was drawn (finally) to the poster directly in front of her, and her hand slipped into her pocket, which contained the watch she'd found in the seat next to her on the train. She'd had every intention of turning in to some sort of 'Lost and Found' at the train station, but now, with the realization it was hers, she resisted the urge to slide it out of her pocket and confirm that it worked as it should. Rash movement seemed like showing weakness, so she focused instead on slowing her heart rate, on calming her breathing. Make yourself known. Well, if that whole damned thing wasn't ominous, she wasn't sure what was.

With a shake of her head, she curled a hand around her suitcase and began to walk swiftly towards the stairs that she assumed led down and away from the place where the train had dumped her, the wheels of her single carry-on clacking over the boards. She wasn't sure of the rest of her substantial luggage had been magically transported by whatever means to the train that had brought her, and she wasn't ready to find out. Dainty hands politely waved away any that approached, be they other newcomers or the volunteers who were patrolling the worn platform. No, she wasn't prepared for this level of interaction...and she wasn't about to present herself to the public without having a better grip of what, exactly, was going on. These people didn't know who Jacqueline Tisch was.

She was going to have to show them.

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Re: [REVISION REQUESTED]

[personal profile] jackieandjuice 2012-04-01 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't have any supernatural abilities yet, only because they haven't been awakened: Like an untrained witch, or an "unawakened spark" if you've read "Girl Genius."(but with magic)

Sorry about the confusion!
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Chizuru Yukimura | Hakuouki | Reserved

[personal profile] cannotcrossdress 2012-04-04 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Mippa
Personal Journal: [personal profile] mippa
E-mail: mippachan@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: mippachan | Plurk

CHARACTER
Name: Chizuru Yukimura
Canon: Hakuouki
Timeline: Upon the Shinsengumi's move to Edo (Anime: End of Episode 12, Game: End of Chapter 4)
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
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Chizuru Yukimura | Hakuouki | Reserved

[personal profile] cannotcrossdress 2012-04-04 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Personality: With the first year of Genji serving as a turbulent backdrop, conflict and constant change threaten to tear the nation of Japan apart as the shogunate and the imperialists vie for ultimate power and control of their nation's future.

Chizuru Yukimura grew up an only child in Edo, daughter to a well-regarded doctor named Koudou Yukimura, who specialized in Western medicine. She often isolated herself as a child, afraid to go out and play with her peers due to a habored secret - she healed remarkably fast. Shallow cuts would heal within moments, deeper injuries hours, or overnight. As such, she imposed upon herself a very sheltered childhood out of fear that upon discovery of her ability, she would be regarded as a monster and would have her family chased out of town. This developed into a deeply-rooted fear of blades and battle. Therefore, she spent most of her life at home with her father, assisting in minor medical procedures and keeping up the house occupied by just the two of them until he was summoned to Kyoto.

Her upbringing and devotion to her father invoked in Chizuru a strong sense of responsibility and filial piety. She is diligent in whatever chores she is tasked with, never considering anything beneath her, and grateful for the opportunity to be useful. She imposes upon herself a lot of limitations, due to her wish to conceal her remarkable healing ability. When her father's daily letters stopped coming, she doesn't hesitate to leave her place of comfort in Edo to search for him, and confirm his safety. She goes so far as to disguise herself as a boy upon her trek to Kyoto in order to avoid any possible confrontation with rabble-rousing ronin looking for an easy target. This desire of hers, however, is eventually challenged when she encounters the famously ruthless Shinsengumi. Upon the discovery that she is the doctor Yukimura's daughter, they offer her shelter in hopes that her search will lead them to the man who was behind their top-secret experiment.

Chizuru spent the next two years chasing dead-end leads and serving as a page for the Shinsengumi. She carries out the housekeeping duties usually done at home at the headquarters with dutiful compliance, grateful for the hospitality and, at times, protection they offered. As she befriends the captains and soldiers, however, she begins to wish she could somehow be more useful. In haphazard attempts to prove herself and help the captains, she often made rash decisions such as throwing herself between several ronin harassing a beautiful young woman named Senhime. Her confrontation was without teeth, however, as she was still terrified of blades and fighting. While she carried a kodachi with her, her aim was to protect it--as it was a precious family heirloom from her long since deceased mother--rather than the other way around. Luckily, she was on patrol with a Shinsengumi captain, and he was able to back her up...but not without subsequent scolding for carelessly putting herself in danger. As often as Chizuru meant well, she often did find herself running into the heat of battle with little more than the kodachi that she was unable--or unwilling--to wield.

In all ways but one, Chizuru is an entirely average girl. She has a habit of mixing up what things she should mull over, and what things she should stop over-thinking and simply act upon. She often finds herself getting up in her head, dwelling on the doubts that so readily plague her at every turn. She has both moments of foolish recklessness and crippling insecurity. When push comes to shove, however, she is often a wild card, serving as a distraction to adversaries and turning the tables so her allies can gain the upper hand. For that reason alone, she is often seen as a good luck charm to the Shinsengumi, and true to her namesake, which literally means "thousand cranes."

In spite of her apparent high-maintenance, Chizuru has several redeeming qualities that make her presence at Shinsengumi headquarters as much a pleasure as a duty. Her friendliness and nurturing nature are a welcome change in a building full of loud, fierce warriors. She does her best to stay out of their way when duty calls, and frequently volunteers herself to carry out the less glorious errands, such as running across town to deliver messages inconspicuously. She is free of judgement, willing to put up with each of the captain's eccentricities and shenanigans--from Okita's constant death threats, to Saitou's stoicism, to Harada and Nakagura's red-light district misadventures. While initally withdrawn, once Chizuru is shown a little bit of warmth, she easily opens up and is often approachable.

One of her best qualities, especially in the eyes of the Shinsengumi, is her ability to keep secrets. Just as she kept her healing capabilites a secret for her entire life, she keeps the secrets of the Shinsengumi--namely, that of the rasetsu. Spawned by an elixir formed by her father called ochimizu, rasetsu are vampire-like monsters with supernatural regenrative capabilities. In exchange for this super-human power, however, is the cost of the person's sanity. Plagued with bloodlust for the duration of their unlives, rasetsu are driven to madness unless they are able to satiate their need. The Shinsengumi maintain a unit of these creatures, originally fallen comrades in battle. Outside of the Shinsengumi, Chizuru is one of the only people to know of its existence.

Another secret Chizuru discovers during her time in the Shinsengumi is that of her true origin. She is actually one of the last pure-blooded oni of the Yukimura clan - a now-exinct family of oni, save for her and her twin brother Kaoru, who was separated at a very early age. Shocked that everything she knew - her father, her upbringing, her very own existence - is a lie, Chizuru finds herself aimless, and at the mercy of those who have all the answers...on whichever side of the war they are on.
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Chizuru Yukimura | Hakuouki | Reserved

[personal profile] cannotcrossdress 2012-04-04 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
First Person:

Uwaaaaah~~! [Chizuru couldn't help herself. She had her fingers pressed up against the pristine glass pane of the window neighboring her seat on the locomotive she found herself lucky enough to gain passage on.

She had heard of trains, even seen drawings of them in letters that her father received back when she was a child. They were things of far-away lands, however. It was a wonder that she had never even noticed ground being broken in Edo to make way for the railways that followed.]


Well, come to think of it...[She began to muse out loud, but stopped herself to see if anyone was around to over-hear her. She was so used to being confined to her room at the Shinsengumi headquarters, she'd forgotten what it was like not to have the place to herself.

Once she had confirmed that she was, in fact, alone, she continued, comforted by the sound of her own voice breaking the silence.]
...come to think of it, I hadn't been in Edo for all that long, I wouldn't have deemed to even look, really...[Maybe she needed to be a bit more observant.]

Mm? [Pulling away from the window, she noticed the train lull to a stop in the station. She waited to see if others were beginning to unboard before she too gathered what she had--her kodachi, not much else, really--and walked to the train entrance.

A rush of anxiety filled her lungs like a gust of winter's first chill. Here she was. In this city, all on her own. She let out an uneasy whimper.]


...what was I thinking, getting myself into this...?


Third Person:
Chizuru kept herself at least five to six paces back behind the man she saw, though unaware, she was still a dead give-away. She was quite obviously following him, something evidenced by the determined stare she gave him, her eyes sinking into the unaware man's back. How he couldn't tell she was staring so intently at him was anyone's guess, but there she was, a young woman dressed in hakama, pacing down the street and not letting anyone deter her path. Still, at this point, she didn't care. She recognized him, and she had to see what he was doing here.

Should she call out to him? No, what if he was carrying out some command ordered by the Commander? She didn't think Kondou-san was here, but, then again, she hadn't seen any of the Shinsengumi up until now. And here--here he was! Saitou-san! But...what could be wrong? Surely he could sense her by now....

"Excu--ah!!" She hadn't paid close enough to where she was going, and she tripped over a subtle rise in the street. Waving her arms in attempt to maintain her footing, she fell forward and felt the fierce heat of the cobblestone scraping against the palm of her hands. "Ow, ow, ow--!" She hissed between her teeth. She looked up, gasping when she realized that she might have drawn unwanted attention, and here she was, her hands and knees scraped open and bleeding.

If this was Saitou-san, and he was out in the daylight...what was even worse, if people noticed her wounds suddenly healing...

Clumsily, she tucked her knees beneath her, drawing her hands to her chest and bringing herself back to her feet. If she stood up straight, the blood shouldn't brush against the hakama. "Uhm...S-Saitou-san!" Her cover blown, she might as well call out to her companion, in hopes that their reunion would consist of something more than scolding.

[CANON] Celty Sturluson || Durarara (anime) || No Reserve

[personal profile] modelofascientistsalarian 2012-04-07 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Matt
Personal Journal: New to Dreamwidth, modelofascientistsalarian is only DW journal at present. Personal one is darkangelyuu on livejournal. I just read the thing on the FAQ regarding preference to use IC journal and I haven't made it yet. I wanted to get my app in before getting stuck for hours on her name.
E-mail: tazrael@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: MattB345

CHARACTER
Name: Celty Sturluson
Canon: Durarara!!
Timeline: Somewhere in the second half of the anime series. Will review episodes and nail it down to a specific one if necessary, but certainly after her public freakout during episode 11, but before the gang war comes to a head in the series second half.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality: There is an urban legend in Tokyo's district of Ikebukuro known as the "Black Rider". A black motorcycle that goes without lights on and makes odd noises, ridden by someone dressed in black, save for their yellow helmet. Some even refer to this legend as the "Headless Rider", claiming that the person riding the motorcycle is not human.

The truth of the matter is that this is all absolutely true. Celty is a Dullahan who has journeyed over from Ireland in search of her missing head. The motorcycle is actually her horse Shooter, disguised via her powers. In the rare occasions where it takes horse form, it has no head as well (this is more thematic, while hers has gone missing entirely). She has lost her memories of her time before losing her head, not knowing where it is, but having a vague sense of where it may be.

Since coming to Ikebukuro and making various connections there, she has taken on the roll of a courier and has acclimated well to her surroundings. She is also a member of a street gang known as The Dollars. Unable to communicate vocally, she does so by typing messages into her phone and showing it to people. The phone itself is a gift of the scientist whom she lives with, and considers it a treasured possession.

She spends a good deal of time online and in chat rooms. She enjoys watching scary movies and alien autopsy documentaries, but usually winds up scaring herself instead. The only thing she fears more than aliens are traffic cops. She also has a concern that splits her main reason for being in Ikebukuro: On the one hand she wants to get her head back, for fear that she may lose herself without it as she is having trouble remembering what it looked like, but at the same time is not sure who she may become if she got it back and had her memories restored.

Re: [CANON] Celty Sturluson || Durarara (anime) || No Reserve 2 of 2

[personal profile] modelofascientistsalarian 2012-04-07 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person: [Coming to on the train was one of the more disturbing moments of her brief remembrance. She had been on a courier run....had she? A quick patting down found her phone in her pocket which was reassuring, but that was quickly lost when she couldn't get a message through to Shinra or anyone else. There was nothing else on or around her that seemed to imply any sort of job she had been on.]

!!

[Standing up, she quickly moved through the train car towards the back, following the sensation of the presence of her horse. She found the motorcycle in the storage car, looking similarly distressed. Patting it and comforting it, she guided it off the train and looked around. Wherever this was, it wasn't Ikebukuro.]

Third Person: Celty guided her horse through the streets of this new city, urging it on silently as she took in her surroundings. The motorcycle rolled on, only making brief whinnies that echoed her own discomfort at the sudden change, but as they rolled on through the night they didn't seem to attract too much attention.

What could it have been that brought her here? Anesthetic had proven to be ineffective on her, so it couldn't have been humans. Maybe she'd finally run into another of her own kind? Perhaps this was a clue to where her head had gone...

'...Oh no...it's aliens! It has to be aliens! Aliens would be the most likely to kidnap me, right? Little green men preparing to perform experiments!'

The darkness and shadow around her coalesced into a scythe and she looked around frantically, holding it tight in self defense. After a few moments of nothing leaping out at her, Celty finally got herself to calm down again. She forced herself to put the idea of alien invaders from her mind as she continued searching for some clue of what had happened.

She perked up as she finally found someone else roaming the street and pulled her bike to a stop next to them. Typing quickly into her phone, she then held it out to show them the glowing screen. {Excuse me. Where is this?}
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MBEX-305-A/Hop || Original Character

[personal profile] killthepixie 2012-04-07 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)

Re: REVISION REQUESTED

[personal profile] modelofascientistsalarian 2012-04-09 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Let me know if there's anything specific you wish to have fleshed out:

The interesting thing about Celty is that she carries no revulsion or rejection to being a monster. It's what she is and she's fine with it. However, at the same time she has cultivated friendships with the humans around her and in an early episode of the second half of the series she foregoes hunting down a lead for where her head is in favor of helping out some friends in need (one of whom is being attacked, and another who just needs someone to talk to). She even considers herself at the same level or even below others, referring to Shizuo as being stronger than her and finding his strength thrilling, or later on assuring him that he doesn't need to fight to protect her because she's concerned about his own well being.

She's become an urban legend, but she doesn't really care about the status, nor does she seem to care about hiding what she is. She shows up in public regularly, and often takes her helmet off when asked, she sees no big deal on the matter. She simply is herself.
thanks to her living with Shinra and his devotion to her, she's getting to the point where she doesn't believe she needs her head to validate her existence, though she'd still like it back for the sake of security (who knows what would happen if it was destroyed).

She's a thoroughly modern dullahan, a fan of movies and chatting on the internet. She has a fascination and fear of aliens, often chalking up the stranger occurrences to their handiwork first before calming down (see the Saika/Slasher case). The only thing she fears more than aliens are Ikebukuro's more aggressive traffic cops.

She poses as a man in the online chat, but she's a terrible liar (both online and off), and her chat partners know she's a girl and are just polite about it. Whether they know who she really is depends on the other character (all the chat room sequences involve characters who know eachother offline but may not know their aliases. Only Izaya is the one who surely knows who everyone is).

Her phone is her main source of expression, and she cherishes it as a gift from Shinra. Beyond that, she tends to be very expressive with body language, even going so far as to go through the physical action of laughing in one episode even though there is no sound to go with it. If her helmet is off, the shadowy "smoke" that emerges from her neck is very expressive as well, puffing up thicker when she's angry or embarassed.

She's not very good at video games or cooking, and when she gets frustrated with something she tends to wrap it up in an impenetrable orb of shadow.
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Re: [ACCEPTED]

[personal profile] lookingforhead 2012-04-12 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Reporting for duty. Will be setting this profile up over the next couple days and will jump in soon (took me this long just to settle on a name). My plurk is Tazrael.
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Gamzee Makara || Homestuck || Reserved

[personal profile] leggomahfaygo 2012-04-12 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Abby
Personal Journal: n/a
E-mail: einigkeitundrecht@hotmail.de
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: xherrdoktor msn: une.rosepourtoi@hotmail.fr

CHARACTER
Name: Gamzee Makara
Canon: Homestuck
Timeline: Pre-Scratch, pre-sobriety
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a.
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Re: Gamzee Makara || Homestuck || Reserved

[personal profile] leggomahfaygo 2012-04-12 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Personality: Gamzee’s Trollian handle simplifies his personality almost completely: terminally capricious. That is, Gamzee is prone to abrupt changes in his mood and behavior. There is a direct correlation between his changes in mood in his sopor supply.


Sopor slime is a green substance that is in Recuperacoons, which are troll beds. Most trolls know that the slime should never be consumed because it does “weird things to a troll’s head.” Unfortunately for Gamzee, he did not have the best Lusus in the world. Instead of looking out for him and teaching him the essential things he needed to know, Sea-Goat spent most of his time out at sea, leaving Gamzee to fend for himself. Because of this, Gamzee began making pies out of the sopor slime at some point in his life. The result of consuming the slime made him the equivalent of being stoned. When he is in this state, he is more relaxed and laidback.


Gamzee is devout to his Juggalo-esque religion, in which he prays to the MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS and awaits the Vast Honk, which would be the rise of the band of rowdy and capricious minstrels on the paradise planet that doesn’t exist yet—with music, faygo, miracle appreciation and copious amounts of special stardust.

From his perspective, the world is full of miracles. From the carbonation in soda bottles to the technology that allows him to communicate with his friends through the computer, everything is a miracle. He chooses this blissful ignorance over learning the truth because it takes away his miracles, as he explains to Karkat:

CG: IT'S CARBONATION YOU IGNORANT DOUCHE.
CG: TRY GETTING SCHOOLFED SOME TIME INSTEAD OF SLURPING DOWN THAT WEIRD SWILL ALL DAY AND FONDLING YOUR STUPID HORNS.

TC: No No BrO, i DoN't WaNnA kNoW, dOn'T eVeN tElL mE.
TC: kNoWiNg ShIt JuSt StEaLs Up AlL tHe FuCkIn MaGiC fRoM mY mIrAcLeS lIkE a MoThErFuCkIn ThIeF.
TC: AnD tHaT aIn'T cOoL.


In this sense, Gamzee does not adjust well to change. For example, in the post-scratch timeline, the combination of running out of sopor slime and Dave showing him the ICP video, “Miracles” was enough to completely push him over the edge. That was when he realized that many things he believed in were a lie, down to coming to the realization the sopor slime was bad for him and that he was both of the messiahs from his religion.

Gamzee’s clown-loving and other eccentricities aside, he has a good personality and a caring heart. He knows that what he believes and feels is perhaps unconventional but, “i'Ve gOt tO BeLiEvE At wHaT My hEaRt tElLs iN Me, EvEn iF It's a fAkE ThInG“ Friendship is very important to him—he is constantly checking up on his friends to make sure they’re okay. (Such as Karkat, whose insults he takes with a grain of salt because that’s his best friend.) In the case of them being upset, he tries to help, although his advice tends to not be useful at all, as it usually boils down to waiting for a miracle. His intentions are sincere, though.

From the point he is taken from in canon, he will still have had some sopor slime left to sate himself, but that will change as he is forced to endure a cold-turkey withdraw of the slime. This will mean that his mood will eventually become very sporadic to the point of him being dangerous to those around him. He is, after all, the Bard of Rage.
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Re: Gamzee Makara || Homestuck || Reserved

[personal profile] leggomahfaygo 2012-04-12 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person:
[Gamzee isn’t sure what is going on. It’s not a particularly new thing, but it is a bit disconcerting considering he doesn’t know where he’s at. He just knows it’s dark and completely unfamiliar to him.]

[He walks toward the closest building he sees, a rather large one with illuminated windows from the lights within.]

[This is when he feels something in his right leg pocket. He stops walking under a streetlight in order to examine this strange contraption.] How the motherfuck’ did you get all up in there?

[There are buttons on this thing, so clearly the best thing to do is to press all of them to see what happens. The result is a number of lights flashing around at different points around the communicator before a single light remains on at the top of the communicator. Although he doesn’t realize it, Gamzee has turned on the audio function.] What the motherfuck was that all about? Whatever’s got you all up and making lights shine’s gotta be a miracle. I didn’t know you were going to up and do that…

[It hasn’t occurred to him yet that he’s talking strictly to an inanimate object—or is he? He’s too busy being fascinated over this thing that magically appeared in his pants at some point.]
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Re: Gamzee Makara || Homestuck || Reserved

[personal profile] leggomahfaygo 2012-04-12 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Third Person:
Was he waking up or was this the beginning of a dream? Gamzee didn’t know, but after a moment of trying to figure it out, he decided that it really didn’t matter. It probably just was a dream, and he had fallen asleep on his horn pile again. That wouldn’t be surprising at all. He just hoped that he wasn’t supposed to be doing anything right now. He would probably wake up to a bunch of messages on Trollian, but oh well.

The more important part thing to do right now was to get an idea of where he was. After a quick scan of the room, he could see that he was in something moving, and he was alone. From the windows he could see it was close to nightfall, but then puffs of fog appeared and prevented him from seeing anything else outside of the windows. What a strange thing to dream about! There wasn’t even any faygo or horns in this dream. Actually, it was truly unlike anything he usually dreamt about.

Wait. What if this really wasn’t a motherfuckin dream? Gamzee was sure that was possible, although he didn’t know how. Surely if his mirthful messiahs willed it, he could wake up anywhere. Miracles, man. Suddenly, he could feel it. It was a strange feeling, like something else was there in the moving room with him. This really was a miracle, then. Without giving it a second thought, he attributed that presence to something greater than himself. If it was anything else, he really didn’t want to know it.

Something else overcame him, yet another thing Gamzee did not know how to explain. It was something that convinced him to readily step out of the moving room when it stopped, out into the unknown. It felt right, so he went with it. He had no idea what lied ahead, but in his heart he could tell there was no reason to be afraid. So he wasn’t.
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{ [CANON] Ventus || Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep || no reserve || 1 of 1 }

[personal profile] glidingheart 2012-04-14 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Mouse
Personal Journal: [personal profile] mouseguin
E-mail: mouseguin@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: mouseofguin

CHARACTER
Name: Ventus
Canon: Kingdom Heart: Birth By Sleep
Timeline: Just after meeting Lea and Isa in Radiant Garden
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality:

Ventus is the youngest of the three main characters and his original group of friends but he doesn't let it bother him. Instead he learns from Terra and Aqua and even goes as far as looking up to Terra like an older brother. He does show his youth in several scenes such as when Scrooge McDuck tells him to take two grown-ups to Disney Town and he gives the tickets to Terra and Aqua. Not long after that, he is told to go home by both of his friends and he pouts and doesn't understand they're just trying to protect him from harm. Instead of going home as told, he continues to search for them and others for his friendship until the end which could a willingness to prove he is not a kid as he appears to be.

Throughout the game, Ventus is shown to have remarkable courage despite the odds, loyalty to both friends and strangers and curiosity which should get him in trouble. He is seen protecting Jaq from Lucifer when he was no larger than the mouse, helping Snow White through the woods after only just meeting her and fighting off the Unversed for Ienzo even though he hadn't seen the boy before. He doesn't mind putting himself in danger for others, especially Terra and Aqua and will do so even if he knows the risk is losing his own heart.

To Ventus, friendship is the most important thing. It's what gives him his power and his friends' power comes from him. It's his friendship with Terra and Aqua which makes me fight Vanitas in the end and let him forge the χ-blade with his heart. This bravery and selflessness is his greatest strength and his greatest weakness.

First Person:

Hello? Is anyone there? [Ventus had stepped off the train moments before and not long after found the watch. It hadn't taken him long to work out it's functions and wondered if it was simply something that this new world offered. It was a shame he didn't remember leaving the previous one.]

My name is Ventus. I think I'm a little lost. Can anyone help me?

Third Person:

Ventus sat in the Radiant Garden after Lea and Isa had left and thought about the road ahead. Perhaps he didn't need to follow the road Terra and Aqua had taken. He'd always be there for them if they needed him but for now, he'd go his own way.

He wanted to learn about friendship, make new friends and know how those friends valued the concept and his own friendship with them. Standing up, he took out Terra's wooden Keyblade and grinned. He'd meet up with them some point down the line, but for now, this was his own path.

He summoned his Keyblade Glider and smiled, this was going to one fun story to tell when he did finally meet up with Terra and Aqua, and he couldn't wait to create it.