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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.
✗ Before applying, please read the FAQ and Rules pages.
✗ 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.
✗ 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.
✗ Please title your application as { [CANON/CANON OC/OC]CHARACTER NAME || Series Title || reserve/no reserve || X of X } in the subect header
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.


✧ N A V I G A T I O N ✧
niceonejames: I live for moments to say (Wave)

[CANON OC] James Sirius Potter || Harry Potter franchise || No Reserve

[personal profile] niceonejames 2013-09-08 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
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[CANON] Oz Vessalius || Pandora Hearts || no reserve || 1 of 1

[personal profile] mynameisoz 2013-09-10 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, I'll be fine~

((and now I wait a week because my timing is ridiculous, like a BOSS))
bound_by_this: (just smile)

[CANON] JACK VESSALIUS || Pandora Hearts || no reserve || 1 of 1

[personal profile] bound_by_this 2013-09-11 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Aya
Age: XXXIII
Personal Journal: [livejournal.com profile] disposableninja
E-mail: disposable_ninja [at] hotmail [dot] com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: Anryuu Nata / Plurk: trilobite_punch

CHARACTER
Name: Jack Vessalius
Canon: Pandora Hearts
Age: 24
Timeline: Some time after the events at Sablier have settled.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality:
     A charismatic young man with a pleasant, outgoing personality, Jack Vessalius is quite the likeable fellow. Even if he had not a penny in the world, one would probably believe that Jack would still be as carefree as he is. He has a cheerful persona, practically sunshine incarnate, with a great love for socializing. Perhaps that's why people don't take him seriously. He's very friendly, and so open is he that many find it hard not to like him. When it comes to people, in fact, Jack doesn't let reputations nor introvertive personalities keep him from getting to know a person. He believes in giving everyone a chance, and would rather make friends than enemies.

     The man can be a bit of a mischief maker, not afraid to be casual with the nobles, but perhaps it's because it's such a natural thing for him that it's been excused by even the higher houses of the dukedom. Still, his being raised in the aristocracy haven't been entirely wasted. Jack is quite a charmer, undeniably handsome and fairly bold when it comes to offering compliments to pretty ladies, even if they sometimes borderline cheesiness that it's hard to say if he's being serious or playing. He really does seem like a hapless flirt, in that respect.

     His demeanor is so sincere and open that it isn't difficult for anyone to trust him. He's passionate and caring, although ultimately his true passion is for something far darker and out of reach than anyone may ever know. His smiles and amiability are so genuine that one wouldn't realize how twisted a man he has become, beneath it all. They have compared his gaze to calm waters, but only one has ever marked how disturbing the stillness of those waters were, and how one could not see anything but their own reflection, knowing nothing for what lay beyond the surface.

     The events at Sablier had shaken him, but when something is already broken, there's little more damage that can be done save to jostle the pieces. His sadness and dismay over what he had done and what had happened was redirected towards his failure in what he had attempted to accomplish. It was not enough to dissuade him, and if there's one constant thing about Jack Vessalius, it is his patience. Through deceit and careful thought, he had everyone believe something entirely different of the Tragedy of Sablier. As a hero he brought the Vessalius household up as one of the four dukedoms and cast the Baskervilles into shadow.

     To survive, he did what he needed to. During those years that he had spent seeking Lacie, Jack had taken her words to heart. He became what people looked for and wanted, not concerned for how stained his hands would become, how he might be used by others. He's shaped himself into something that the houses of nobility had accepted and essentially became someone that no one was ashamed of calling an acquaintance or friend. One can't really call it a mask- Jack is genuine in all his actions, and just as twisted as he might be, he's equally pure for his desires. He's conniving and very careful in his planning, and can be very manipulative in order to get what he needs. He will only let you know what he wants you to know and never completely show his hand. Yet at the same time, he almost carries a semblance of innocence. His wish, for how twisted and extreme it might be, is born from a simple thought and desire. His obsession with Lacie may be unhealthy but no one but Jack alone knows how much it had meant to him to be looked at like another human being.


Background: A wiki link

Abilities:
     Jack is, for the most part, a normal human being. If there's anything unusual about him, it's his general amiability towards others. He seems to bear an irresistible charisma when it comes to being around others.

     He's a music box maker by trade, which in turn extends to clocks and watches. The music box pocket watch he has on his person is an example of his finest work, elegantly crafted and housing a lovely if haunting tune as written by his dear friend, Glen Baskerville. His musical skills are not merely in the creation of devices to play tunes, but Jack is also an excellent pianist. Perhaps it's one of the few things he'd appreciated for all the tutelage nobles are expected to go through. Climbing trees is another of his favorite pasttimes, and a skill most certainly not standard of the noble package.

     He has some experience in wielding a sword, and for a brief time, he had control of a deadly Chain known as B. Rabbit and still holds that link. Jack was not left unscathed from the conflict between him and Alice and the Will of the Abyss when Sablier fell to the Abyss. He's cursed in a way, his body slowly de-aging, an affect of being exposed to the powers of the Abyss. Once he becomes an infant, the natural growth process begins anew, and will continue until he reaches the age he was at the time of Sablier's tragedy. He will never be able to die naturally, this way. Unfortunately with each rewind, his soul is torn apart, so little by little it becomes lost. It would be much later that any of this is revealed, however, and that he would be called a "living ghost." As it is, he might not be aware of it himself just yet.


First Person:
...this isn't...

[It's a handsome face with eyes of brilliant emerald that peers down into the watch's boundaries. Those eyes slowly widen.]

I remember... This place then, could it be...?

[It seems like it's a struggle as to whether he should smile or not, given the circumstances. He steps farther from the train station, eyes still wide as he marvels at the surroundings.]

It looks a little different than I remember, but I'm sure there can be no other. I'd feel a little silly if I were talking to a mere pocket watch though.

[He laughs, scratching the back of his head as he looks down again.]

If someone is there, please do respond! Ah! Chari! Are you still here as well, you and your siblings?


Third Person:
     When he'd first felt the shift of the train as it stopped, he had wondered if it was a dream. It was all vaguely familiar to him, and with each step he took until he set foot upon the solid ground of the train station's landing, the memories trickled back to him.

     He remembered a great city with old structures, and a wall that surrounded it all. This place looked a little different, stylistically, and yet there were still signs of familiarity that lingered. The placement of buildings, the towers that yet stood though the encircling wall that joined them was nowhere to be seen. Jack brought a hand up to his brow as he hurried along down the street a bit, seeking out- "Ah!" A smile bloomed across his face as he spied the clock tower. He was more pleased to hear its distant toll.

     His joy was short-lived. His face fell as he reminded himself that this was a place far from where he wanted, where he needed to be. Fingers curled tightly around the golden pocket watch, then slowly relaxed.

     "Time means nothing here," he said under his breath. "Much like the Abyss..." He let the thought trail off with his words, his eyes widening along with the slow smile that began to whisper across his lips. "...whenever I am called back, wait for me, Lacie. And if you are called here, I'll wait for you."
Edited 2013-09-11 18:41 (UTC)
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[Canon] Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII | Reserved

[personal profile] floweroftheslums 2013-09-13 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
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[Canon] Cecil Baldwin | Welcome To Night Vale | Reserved

[personal profile] goodnightnightvale 2013-09-13 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Sam
Age: 25
Personal Journal: None
E-mail: detheater20@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc:Elric441/no MSN/detheater20

CHARACTER
Name: Cecil Baldwin
Canon: Welcome to Night Vale
Age: Apparently somewhere in his thirties. But even he doesn't
know.

Timeline: Just before the episode "First Date".

If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal
with this?
:
Personality: The first thing anyone would notice about Cecil is
that he is remarkably well-spoken and intelligent. He seems to have an
unflappable quality about him, that no matter what strange things go on
in his life, he views it all with a certain detached pleasantness and a
chummy tone. To those who know him, Cecil is very pleasant to be around,
although he seems detached outside of his studio. Like there's something
else going on or somewhere he should be. When interacting with others, he
seems a little distracted, as if he's filing all his little interactions
into his head so he can talk about them later.

Cecil doesn't really believe in secrets. His job is to announce
everything, so why would he? However, if there's something he doesn't
know, he will instead ask questions about it without actually approaching
the issue. He seems unconcerned by the things he doesn't know, figuring
that eventually they will work themselves out. He is an optimist to the
point of almost brute-forcing it, almost as if he were saying "I know
everything around here isn't perfect, but it pays to keep a positive
attitude and not worry about anything!"

However, Cecil can be petty and vindictive. If you slight him, he will
not only announce it publicly, he will also announce your name, address,
and just about anything else he thinks will incite a mob against you or
get you in trouble. While he doesn't necessarily show anger, he does tend
to openly express his emotions in blank terms, be they "Today is a nice
day" or "I am very angry about the subway outside my studio".

And finally, Cecil doesn't seem to communicate well (or at all) when
found outside his booth. He's capable of being polite, certainly, but he
needs that detachment, as he is very frightened of the world around him.
Especially now that he is in a new place, filled with people he doesn't
know and no familiar landmarks.

Background: Cecil Baldwin was born in Night Vale, and was
perfectly normal, despite the town. He had a strange, sonorous voice that
unnerved his parents, but was not particularly out of the ordinary for
the small desert community. At first, Cecil was picked on for his voice,
and found elementary and middle school very difficult, between the
lessons that often bordered on the obtuse or completely impossible to
absorb and the (Shadowy World Government-sponsored) teasing of the other
children, Cecil found it hard to go about his daily life.

However, salvation was found in a strange place: Community theatre. While
community theatre in Night Vale was somewhat underground, it had not been
completely outlawed yet, and so Cecil joined the Night Vale Community
Theatre, particularly its Children's Theatre, which put on such classic
kid-friendly works as Glengarry Glen Ross, The Birthday
Party
, and The Beauty Queen of Leenane. As he grew older, he
took on better roles and migrated to the adult community theatre (not to
be confused with the Community Adult Theatre, which Cecil was always embarrassed to admit he didn't have the body for).

At the same time, he got involved with the high school's theatre, and
played Pippin in the school's avant-garde production of South
Pacific
. Once he graduated, he decided to go to NYU to study theatre.
However, the heavy constraints as well as the culture shock from having
to live in New York, a place where the secret police were actually secret
and there were no programs for tarantula literacy, caused him to suffer a
nervous breakdown. He decided the best course of action was to take a
trip to Europe, where he visited exotic countries such as Svitz,
Luftnarp, and the frightening arches of Franchia. During this time, he
also found love, in the form of his traveling companion, who sadly
disappeared at the end of their travels together before Cecil could
express his feelings.

His time in Europe left him invigorated, and so Cecil re-examined his
life. He didn't want the pressures of theatre, but he had quite a talent
and people seemed to like his voice, so he found himself gravitating
towards radio. At first it was just college radio and a few internships,
but soon he found a place he could really shine. WNYC-FM picked him up to
do announcements in between the shows. However, it was not to be, as
tragedy struck when public radio had its funding cut. Cecil was
desperate, and looked for anything, anything at all to continue his
career. Only to find that there was an opening in Night Vale looking for
someone to do community announcements over the radio. Cecil applied, and
in the dead of night, someone shoved an envelope under the door giving
him an address and driving instructions.

Cecil drove all the way, no stopping, and when he got to the studio,
found just an empty booth with a microphone and a list of announcements.
And so his career started. Occasionally, Management would give him
instructions, but eventually he just started reporting on his own. And
soon he was sending his interns out and even doing his own legwork to
bring Night Vale the news. No matter what cost, no matter who liked it,
no matter how strange. After all, it was his job, and whenever he tried
to drive out of town, it seemed like he would just loop back to the other
end of town. But it was better just not to think on that.

(further information found at this location

Abilities: Cecil can be in two places at once, as long as one of
those places is in the booth behind the microphone. He also does not
require air to breathe. Other than that, he is a normal, if highly
intelligent, human being.


First Person: [Cecil sits at his desk, poised in front of the
microphone, speaking slowly and delicately] Good evening, Ruby City. At
least. It is for me. I don't know about any of you. Perhaps you are in
the middle of burning dinner and you got caught out of doors in the rain.
How are you doing, Ruby City? [He shuffles some papers in front of
him] According to these reports, everyone is still alive. That is a
relief. I thought perhaps some of you might have died from swooping
pteranodon attacks. It is very odd that there are no swooping
pteranodons. Or black helicopters. Why is it that there are no black
helicopters? [A slight frown moves across Cecil's face] Why are they
hiding them from us. It is a little bit odd, do you not think?

Third Person: Cecil wandered the block for the fourth time, bewildered at what he saw. There were no cameras. He'd asked people about this when he came in, but no one seemed at all perturbed. But if the cameras weren't obvious, then they were hidden. He'd tried looking into the lampposts and even the furniture in his tasteful apartment, but there were no cameras anywhere. It was very strange. Perhaps they did everything by audio? But then he talked into his new bedside lamp, and it didn't seem to have any effect. This confused and perplexed him. How did anyone do information-gathering around here?

"Surely." he said, "Surely there must be some other way. Maybe they are all omniscient. Maybe they know what I am thinking even as I am thinking it." That somehow frightened him just as much, if not more. At least the secret police had to use surveillance equipment. A tightness gripped his chest, the same way it had when he'd been in New York. But it passed just as quickly. After all, there was nothing to be afraid of. He'd been in this city for two days now and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Maybe that was the issue. It was such a departure from where he'd been that it was almost frightening.

"Well," he told himself, "It could be worse. There is no Dog Park in this city. In fact, it is pleasant. Almost like Svitz was. Except no one rolls anywhere." He felt like he needed to be back in his booth, and headed back towards the place in the city where he had made a makeshift recording studio. It wasn't at all the same, of course, but it was something akin to home, and maybe someday he would get a real one. That thought gave him comfort and a little optimism. Which was just what he needed right now.
Edited (Formatting fuckup, needed to be fixed.) 2013-09-13 19:36 (UTC)
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[CANON] Caren Ortensia || Fate/Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya || reserved

[personal profile] ultraempath 2013-09-13 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Guessy
Age: 22
Personal Journal: [personal profile] rickroading
AIM/MSN/etc: [plurk.com profile] guessy

CHARACTER
Name: Caren Ortensia
Canon: Fate/Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya
Age: Somewhere in her 20s, presumably
Timeline: End of Prisma Illya Zwei

Personality:
"It's a hobby. I enjoy getting a close look at children that get injured." - Caren, on why she decided to pose as a school nurse.

Basically Caren is... twisted. Knowing who her parents are results in this making a lot more sense, so to summarise: she is the daughter of Kirei Kotomine, a priest and Executor for the Holy Church who can only derive joy from other people's suffering and Claudia Ortensia, a sickly woman who would forgive her husband anything and died willingly in a (failed) attempt to prove he had emotions.

Caren as such is something of a combination of the two; she completely fails in the empathy category and enjoys messing people about whilst feeding off their schadenfreude and pain whilst being perfectly capable of forgiving anything... in an extremely judgemental, suspicious way. Much like her father, she has come to realise and accept her twisted personality; she acts completely without shame (that quote is her candidly explaining why she was working as a school nurse whilst observing for the Holy Church, and she doesn't bother with the skirt on her Guardian uniform because it's 'fashion') and doesn't seem to hold regrets or doubts on anything.

On her mother's side, she picked up her illness in a 'symbolic' manner (see the abilities section) and her ability to forgive anything; to the point she will often blame herself for other people's transgressions... though unlike Claudia she is most likely not being serious and just being an arsehole. She also apologises to God rather than other people when she is genuinely at fault. Completely sincerely.

As might be gathered, she's a little sadistic, finding fun in other people's panic (when she's not complaining about people panicking in the first place) and is always calm, almost amused and detached from a serious situation. When things aren't going to hell, she's generally bored and openly hopes someone will be injured (in an interesting way) just so she'll have something to do.

That said, it's not as if she lacks a conscience. She takes the matter of the Grail War seriously and has a good working relationship with Bazett. She just doesn't really sweat the little things. Or I should say; encourages the little things... she does her job, she just likes confusing the hell out of other people in the process. She is entirely aware of her own twisted personality, and uses it as much as a mask as she does just behave that way genuinely.

Background: Ahaha this is where I'd normally cheat and link to the Type-Moon wiki but unfortunately she's literally a Canon-AU so it's time for words words words and a little bit of guesswork.

In Fate/ proper, she is the daughter of Kirei Kotomine and Claudia Ortensia... but also much younger than the Caren we see here. When Claudia died, Kirei effectively abandoned her and left her with the Ortensias (hence the surname). She wound up following in his footsteps anyway, joining the Holy Church and assisting in exorcisms and daemon hunting due to her rare ability.

Prism!Caren is much older, by at least 5 to 8 years, and has most likely followed the same path; she is an agent of the Holy Church described as a 'Guardian' and Bazett's backup in the card recovery operation ...she has, also, become the school nurse in Illya's school, for the reasons mentioned in the personality section.

Where things get potentially interesting is that her father Kirei is presumably still alive and has never taken part in the Holy Grail War. Her mother presumably died much as regular canon and as a result she was abandoned in the same way. Most likely he is still alive and somewhere in Italy (the only Kirei we've met in Prisma Illya is in another another alternate world, where he is a tofu chef).

In any case, she was responsible for observing the mess revolving around the Cards in Fuyuki and to a degree observing the Einzberns owing to their connection to the Holy Grail War (likely the reason she obtained a position in Illya's school, though nurse specifically was... yeah...) as well as backing up Bazett, as noted. Her role was strictly as an observer, which makes sense given her 'ability'.

Abilities: She possesses an odd and extremely rare genetic ability named "Masochistic Pneumatic Automatism Diathesis" which basically makes her a living radar for daemons; she experiences physical pain when near them and if anyone is possessed by a daemon in the area, she will share their injuries. This is the main reason she assists in exorcisms for the Holy Church; she's extremely useful for tracking them down. She cannot however fight them herself; she possesses no magic circuits and obviously the effects of her ability can incapacitate her all on their own.

She does however possess the Shroud of Magdalene, a magical red cloth that can be used to forcibly bind men, though if they are physically attacked the effect will fail. She can more or less direct it telekinetically, but only for its stated purpose.

Finally, thanks in part to the constant injuries her ability makes her pick up, she has a lot of practical experience in first aid, though she doesn't appear to have any formal training or qualifications in the matter.

First Person: Caren on the RC Testdrive meme

Third Person:
The sun was shining, the City's sparse-ish bird collection was singing, the pews were empty and Claudia Ortensia was utterly bored.

This was not, in particular, anything new. The Church had made life interesting - and periodically painful, but that was the demons' fault - so she had followed the Church, and that meant sitting around in the local Cathedral hoping someone would walk with a broken leg or two.

Not that she wished broken legs on anyone of course, but if such was God's will she would prefer to be in its vicinity. It would be her duty as a woman of God to aid such unfortunates, after all.

...How suddenly she missed Bazett. That woman could always be counted on to bring her the most interesting injuries. That berserker woman would have had a field day in this place...

Ah... what to do...

Why, a lazy day such as this almost demanded that some desperate soul would barge in any moment n-
chiichouchou: (Default)

[CANON? FANDOM OC?] Ageha Habaki || Itsuwaribito UTsuho || reserved

[personal profile] chiichouchou 2013-09-13 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no, another Habaki.

I am honestly not sure which Ageha counts as when apping. Canon or fandom....she's a canon character, she just...doesn't show up until the end.
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[canon] Reiner Braun || Shingeki no Kyojin || reserved

[personal profile] schild 2013-09-14 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Reiner used to be a warrior.
Edited (html orz) 2013-09-14 03:35 (UTC)
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[Canon] Pokemon || Mewtwo

[personal profile] psychic_supremecy 2013-09-14 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Cody, "Pete"
Age: 26
Personal Journal: devil_within
E-mail: codward333@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: Starwolfe123
psychic_supremecy: (I am the night... i am... the pokeman)

[Canon] Pokemon || Mewtwo pt. 2

[personal profile] psychic_supremecy 2013-09-14 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
CHARACTER
Name: Mewtwo
Canon: Pokemon
Age: about 10 years
Timeline: Post "Mewtwo Returns"
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality:
Among Mewtwo's notable characteristics, aggression is the most prominent. He is prone to attack when feeling threatened, and takes more things than he
probably should as a direct threat. The aggression is thought to be a product of two things; the vast amount of power his body holds, as well as a side effect from the genetic manipulation that created him - a phenomena that is mirrored in the real world. However, unlike many Pokemon, he does not necessarily enjoy battles. He does not object to them, but sees a battle for 'fun' as a simple waste of time. As time has gone on, Mewtwo has addressed his aggression and has attempted to temper it by keeping his emotions in check, putting on a stoic facade.

Despite his facade, Mewtwo's emotions mirror that of a scared ten-year-old. His vast intellect and the voice he chose to represent his telepathic communications all make it easy to forget that biologically and chronologically, Mewtwo is still very much a child. A child who lived most of his life as a slave and weapon. As such, he is extremely leery of social interactions, always watching for ulterior motives to kindnesses shown. There have been very few instances that he has seen an act of true altruism, and even then he is unsure it was truly altruistic in nature, choosing instead to see the world through a lens of conflict and self-interest.

In the early days of his life, he feared and hated humans vehemently, especially his creator - Giovanni. He hated humans to the point that he saw everything humanity had touched - Pokemon included - as tainted and wanted to rid the world of that taint and start anew. However, through the actions of a single boy, he was shown the polar opposite of Giovanni, and recognized the potential for good that humans represented. Upon leaving for his mountain fortress in Jhoto, he pledged to never impede humanity again, though he refuses to aid them. Some of his creations suspect that he has a growing soft spot for humanity, though he denies it at every turn.
Edited 2013-09-14 15:25 (UTC)
psychic_supremecy: (The Don.)

[Canon] Pokemon || Mewtwo pt. 3

[personal profile] psychic_supremecy 2013-09-14 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Background: http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Mewtwo_%28anime%29

Abilities:
Being a psychic-type Pokemon, telekinesis and telepathy come as natural to him as breathing. He can erect psychic barriers that can intercept most if not all attacks, and his psychic abilities are are second to none. In addition to his psychic prowess, he can harness varying other forms of energy. Among his capabilities, are the ability to manipulate ice, fire, thunder, and even his chi - something more associated with fighters. However, these abilities are more difficult for him to exercise and he prefers to use his psychic powers whenever possible.

First Person:
[The feed starts with the camera focused on Mewtwo's face. He stares at the device inquisitively as it sways and bobs, as if floating on water. After a moment, the camera begins to turn and weave, revealing more of his features. A clubbed tail, three-fingered hands ending in large balls, and a glimpse of a second neck all come into view as it turns in the air.]

Odd that someone would see fit to bring me here and give me this device, with no attempts to enforce their will upon me... [His face comes back into view, a more piercing look in his eyes.] More disturbing is that this... thing can translate my thoughts into sound. I do not like it.

Third Person:

It had been roughly a week since his arrival in this place. Mewtwo had tried over the course of that week to find a suitable place he could call a temporary shelter, but was unable to find any. He disliked being in human buildings, because of the cramped spaces and proximety to humans. The park was out of the question, when every time he thought he'd found a secluded enough to spend any kind of time meditating, the beasts always found him and ran him out. For the time being, he had settled for perching on rooftops, safely away from prying eyes. However, he had not been able to adequately rest, nor had he eaten much since arriving.

Now, he had reached his limit. Unable to find any berries he knew he would be able to digest, his involuntary fasting had sapped his strength. Unable to keep himself aloft with his psychic powers, he had fallen - hard - into the fountain located in the center of what he had come to know as the heart of the city. Small cuts littered his skin from his hasty retreats from the beasts inhabiting the park, with bruises forming from the fall. He didn't know what would come of him, but there was one thing he could not help but think as the watch sputtered to life, translating thought to sound.

"I was created to be the most powerful Pokemon alive... to be unconquerable, unstoppable, invincible. No man could best me, no Pokemon could rival my power. And yet here I am. Broken and defeated. And what should I call my victor? Some unfathomable beast in possession of power surpassing my own? No... brought down by exhaustion. My own body fights me... my mind fogs... and here I lie, at the mercy of the elements. I believe humans have a saying for this... 'O how the mighty have fallen'..."
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Utsuho Reiuji | Touhou | No Reserve

[personal profile] unyu 2013-09-14 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)

[ CANON ] Tamaki Suoh || Ouran High School Host Club || Reserve || 1 of 1

[personal profile] hostclubking 2013-09-15 01:34 am (UTC)(link)