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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.
✗ If you are looking for an example of what an application should be like, please refer to the application here for an example of a canon character application, and here for an original character application.


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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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Re: ACCEPTED

[personal profile] an_arlert_mind 2013-09-22 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you for pointing that out! I'll make sure not to get carried away with that like I did! :)
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Re: ACCEPTED

[personal profile] penisenvy 2013-09-22 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, oops! I'll try to keep that in mind!

ETA: Using this journal!
Edited 2013-09-22 23:13 (UTC)
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I got carried away with this I'm so sorry

[personal profile] beautyinthebeast 2013-09-23 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
Johan rested his elbows on the table's edge, his eyes partially closed, his chin resting on folded hands. A passing soul would suppose he was at peace, a restful vision of contemplation in afternoon repose, but no one--no one save his other self--could hope to glimpse the truth of his vision and the macabre maelstrom of thought that wound between his ears.

And his thoughts were on Ruby City.

He could hardly claim to be thrilled with his relocation here, but he nor could he claim to find it boring. It was almost a dilemma. He was as curious as he was provoked, intrigued as much as inconvenienced. Ruby City... it was an interesting name. It reminded him, obliquely, of the Emerald City, fabled destination of The Wizard of Oz--a story he wasn't treated to until the Wall came down. It was a wonderful fantasy.

A pair of slippers featured in it. Ruby ones. Gorgeous items gifted to the precocious young heroine by a benevolent witch, they were taken from the corpse of the witch's evil sister, to whom they belonged. The witch had been killed by the heroine's falling house--lifted by a tornado into a fantastic land, through which she must then journey to return home. Upon the completion of the girl's journey, it is revealed by the same witch that the shoes had been the key to returning home all along. Or were they? A very neat ending--the power to go home was with her the entire time. Of course, this raised the question of why the benevolent witch didn't tell her this information to begin with.

Perhaps she was not so good after all.

He smiled faintly.

The Emerald City itself was a lie--it appeared to be a glorious, beautiful city of green, so brilliant as to be blinding to all who beheld it. Visitors were mandated to wear a pair of special glasses to protect them from the intensity of its splendour and beauty. A true wonder indeed. Once the glasses were taken off, however, the lie was revealed: it was revealed to be a perfectly ordinary city encircled by green walls, no more marvellous or splendid than any other.

So was this Ruby City, too, a lie?

He leaned back in his chair, opening his eyes and crossing one leg over the other as he began to watch the residents strolling by, talking in the warm afternoon sun. It was almost idyllic here. Very pretty.

But who was Dorothy? He wondered. Who was the Cowardly Lion, the Tin Man, the Scarecrow? Who was the Wizard? The Good Witch?

Toto?

He wondered if it wouldn't be revealing to see the city burn itself to the ground. He would see the walls themselves come down, and the monsters of the outside pour in, driving the people inward even as they destroyed themselves from the inside. He would bear witness the waves of fear and paranoia radiating out from the centre obelisk, unfolding in each person like the petals of a flower--a cascading trail of terror and flame, death after death...

And then?

Perhaps he would walk to the edge of the world.

It was an idle thought, and not very practical. There would be more constructive ways to bring this city to its knees. Ways more conducive to his goals. There was no need to burn this city to the ground, or let itself do that. But as fun as this had been, his tea was done, and he really ought to get going.

There was a lot to today.

Perhaps he would meet the Wizard.
Edited 2013-09-23 09:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] midgarhorizon 2013-09-23 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks!
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Revised Personality

[personal profile] dracolucmalfoy 2013-09-23 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry about that, should have have occurred to me much of his why's and what not were lost in not writing out his history along with personality. But here we go, a novel just for you guys. lol.

From a world much like the aristocracy of old, with pureblood supremacy a topic of conversation much harped upon, there was a very real need to associate with the right ‘type’ of people. Where your physical appearance was just as important as your knowledge, wealth and magical ability. To be able to flaunt possessing all four of such qualities was the epitome of a perfect Malfoy. As such, Draco Malfoy is a product of his raising and his environment. The son of a well-to-do, long standing family of wealth in the Wizarding World, he was raised as one would expect nobility to be. Drilled in protocol and etiquette since his early youth, Draco is never lost in any social situation. He affects an aloof demeanor with just a hint of approachability; a toned down version of his father, if you will.

This also lends itself to his mask of superiority, as if he holds a thought process pertaining toward it being his naturally given right to be ranked above his peers by the grace of the blood in his veins alone. It is his defense mechanism, one taught to him by his father, and one he will likely never be rid of. It protects him from the criticism around him, protects him as, much to his father's displeasure, Draco is sensitive to the thoughts and opinions of those around him. His constant need for approval made him so. This mask has been his saving grace many a time, and deeply ingrained habits such as these never truly fade away or break.

Beneath his mask of superiority is a young man who cares deeply when his trust and loyalty are given, though that is a rarity. Being in a position such as his, where his family hold wealth and power, it is too often in his childhood he found himself betrayed and learning these harsh lessons. That people, and children, lie. That trusting without it being earned is setting one up only for failure. And contrary to the popular belief that he is evil and lacking in proper morals, he does hold a firm grasp of ethics, and knows when things go too far.

This may not have always been so in his youth, as he followed along behind his father blindly, spouted his dogma as if gospel, berated and put down others as lesser than himself at nothing but a whim. Never taking credit for his mistakes, seeking the acceptance and attention of those around him through less than honest means. However, the war did much to open his eyes.

Draco went from being the vain and pompous git of Slytherin in school to quickly being changed in the unprotected world of Reality. Wealth and the purity of your blood became less important. It became important to, instead, protect your loved ones, your family, even at the cost of your own pride. Being as he entered into the Death Eaters in his final years at school, Draco was immersed into the darker, seedier side of the war. Where daily activities often included torture, murder, and plans of making the populace subservient to a madman.

The ‘good’ people may have seen atrocities, but it was nothing like what he witnessed and went through. Forced to watch and participate in the torture and murder of women and children. Witnessing as though he knew came through the manor to be tortured for information. Standing in a home no longer his own as his parents were subjected to ridicule and the constant threat of death should it suit the Dark Lord. Not to mention the heavy burden upon his shoulders of doing all of this without complaint lest he be the reason, the cause for his parents deaths.

Such things tore at the pureblood superiority, ripping it to shreds. This wasn’t superiority, the Dark Lord did not want the perfect life for purebloods. He wanted a massacre, he wanted to enslave the populace to him. It sickened Draco to his core… and made him wail with despair from deep within as he desperately sought an escape. But none could be found that did not lead to his parents death; for they were kept constantly at the Dark Lords side as insurance. It left Draco helpless and in a state of being he never wants to experience again.

There has simply no choice in the matter, it was do as you were told or become a broken puppet, since really death would have been a blessing. This means Draco has more than a few skeletons in his closet. He suffers from occasional night terrors and insomnia, and more often than not when he’s lost in thoughts he gets a look of anger on his face or looks as if at any moment he’ll break under the sheer weight of them. This leaves him alternating between moments of lethargy and depression, on to moments of extreme irritability from suppressed rage left over from being made to feel so very helpless during the war. Not to mention his general state of being; which is restless and needing to move and do things.

Then there is the onset of PTSD, undiagnosed. The paranoia, the hypervigilance, the inability to be within Malfoy Manor without experiencing strong flashbacks. He startles badly, reacting as if he is in immediate danger. This also links back to his insomnia and irritability. He has come to deal with this by first moving to a different Malfoy holding, and by means not exactly healthy sexually promiscuousness where he had not been before. He avoids social situations that put him into a packed room that would make him feel trapped, and an occasional overindulgence in alcohol.

Because of his irritability, Draco holds a hair-trigger temper. It easily flares up with sometimes little provocation, or through key triggers. Such as mocking him, his family and position. This has recently given him a ‘bad boy’ look in the papers as he was caught punching a man who verbally attacked his mother while he escorted her to lunch. Thus making his position as a ‘pardoned’ Death Eater more precarious. However, he is getting better at not lashing out... at least not first. For his mother, and for the memory of his mentor, he is trying. He is taking steps to learn how to keep his moments of irrational actions contained. Though he, so far, has not taken steps for magical help on the matter.

Thusly he is becoming more adept at thinking before speaking. Less inclined to hand out insults like they were free candies. He's slowly becoming a true adult, and gaining the control over his rash actions in the process. However, this is a work in progress, and this is only the beginning, his control isn't anywhere near perfect. He struggles with it everyday in his attempt to step out of his father’s shadow. Trying to become a better person. Trying to not repeat the wrongs of those who came before him. He learned a hard lesson in the war.

Another thing about Draco, is his haughty, arrogant attitude. It is all he knows. The expression of honest emotion is not something he knows and is comfortable with above showing anger. An emotional person, much to his father’s dislike, but if there was to be one emotion left relatively unrestrained his father rathered it be anger. Better to be seen as an angry person and feared instead of as weak. So his affectionate gestures are always reserved, especially in public to refrain from being seen as weak. Even in his sexual encounters he still holds back from completely enjoyment himself. He holds back on truly letting his emotions go, keeping it just for the act and release, refusing to allow himself to truly take comfort in another’s body. Stressed easily, his only real escape comes in the form of making potions. Taught by his mentor, they are his passion and now his only real connection back to the man who had held an important role within his life.

Severus Snape was a presence that held more importance than even Draco himself knew until it was too late to show the man any appreciation for it, and his loss did nothing to stem back the downfall he has started experiencing through the psychosis left after the war. Much like a favored uncle as a child, mentor in later years, he played a large part in Draco’s life that is now empty and felt keenly. However after the reading of Severus’ will and receiving just one heirloom bequeathed to him, Draco has found that his attempts at control have become ever so slightly easier to accomplish. Severus’ memory is by no means a miracle cure to his problems, but he helps.

Other than potions, Draco also has an interest in magical theory. So when he is not reading up on potions, he is reading up on the newest advances to spells. Being a social pariah as he is, working isn’t exactly a logical choice until things calm down in their world. As such there is much in the way of free time, and reading on these two subjects and brewing potions are the only pleasures he allows himself. He has to, or he feels he would be driven insane. Thankfully they are more than enough to occupy the majority of his time.
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[CANON] Jenny || Doctor Who || Reserved

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[personal profile] starspangledknockers 2013-09-25 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
thank you modlies! :D
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Fujino Asagami | Kara no Kyoukai | Reserved

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[CANON]Clara Oswald || Doctor Who || Reserve || 1 of 1

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Derek Hale || Teen Wolf || Reserved

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[CANON] Charlotte Aulin | Castlevania | Reserved

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Here it is!
Edited 2013-10-05 18:51 (UTC)
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[CANON] Soma Cruz | Castlevania | Reserved

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[CANON] Hotsuma Renjou | Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru/Uraboku | No Reserve | 1 of 3

[personal profile] torrefies 2013-10-05 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Ouji
Age: 24
Personal Journal: byakkun
E-mail: thegartende[at]gmail[dot]com
AIM/Plurk: the gartender | twopercent
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Re: [CANON] Hotsuma Renjou | Uraboku | No Reserve | 2 of 3

[personal profile] torrefies 2013-10-05 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
CHARACTER
Name: Hotsuma Renjou
Canon: Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru
Age: 16.
Timeline: Before episode 5.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality: At first glance Hotsuma may seem sullen and rude, and some people have even called him "an unfriendly hothead, with a dirty mouth". And to an extent this is true, but only because the experiences within his past shaped him into the self-loathing, agonized individual he is today.

When we first meet Hotsuma he’s standoffish and rude, and after saving Yuki from death snaps at him over being stupid enough to wander off on his own. He then goes on to say that he hates taking care of people that don’t have their memories, and when Yuki tries to touch him immediately snatches his hand away and states that he doesn’t want to be touched. Once the cavalry arrives he’s quick to leave with his partner in tow, not even bothering to give Yuki a second glance or a goodbye. Throughout the series this doesn’t change much; his relationship with Yuki expands and grows, and he learns to trust again, but as far as his relationships with his peers go it still remains the same. He’s brash, compulsive and quick to lose his temper, several times snapping and yelling at someone/something whenever he gets ticked off.

At the heart of things, though, Hotsuma truly loves people, and was even popular as a child, but hates himself and will do everything he can to push them away, convinced that he will only hurt them in the end when he loses control of his temper and his powers. He does not understand how and why someone would like him, believing himself to be capable of only hurting the people that become close to him. When a girl confessed her feelings to him he automatically became hostile, since they weren’t very close acquaintances, and immediately told her to stop spouting off crap like that without thinking it through. It is his belief that if anyone learns more about him, if anyone gets close to him they will immediately abandon him like when he was younger. If being unfriendly and yelling at them means that he won't start to care about people, then fine, he'll do it. He's even said that he'd prefer not to hurt someone that he loves again.

Deep down, though, Hotsuma is a very lonely person, and will succumb easily to despair and depression if left alone. Earlier in his life, after he had been abandoned and cast off, shunned by all his peers and referred to as a “monster”, he tried to kill himself, questioning if he still existed since nobody was willing to look at him. Shuusei is the one that saved him from this fate, but not without a price, and their relationship reflects that. Shuusei is one of the few people that has remained at his side after being hurt, and because of that he is both one of the most important people to him, and also someone that Hotsuma trusts immensely. This is evidenced by the fact that they have been partners all this time, as Hotsuma has stated that he can't work with someone that he doesn't trust with his life. This is a double edged sword, though, because every time he sees the scar that he left on Shuusei he feels regret for hurting him, and becomes disillusioned by the idea that he has to spend the rest of his life atoning for it.

To sum it all up: Hotsuma is a big baby with trust issues. He believes that he is pretty much incapable of controlling his powers and snaps at people in order to push them away. He does care, and it's funny to consider that he cares so much that he's willing to destroy any friendship he even starts in order to stop from hurting anyone again.

Background: http://betrayalknowsmyname.wikia.com/wiki/Hotsuma_Renjou and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uraboku. If more information is needed, I'll be glad to write it out!

Abilities: Hotsuma possesses the “Voice of God”, and with it can call down hellfire upon his enemies. He can control it, to an extent, but it all depends on how it’s used. However it has been known to act without his knowledge, most significantly when he was trying to protect someone and ended up burning another child. He also possesses a curved blade called Master Stroke, which he summons into existence with the ring on his finger and also uses it to inflict fire on his foes.
Edited 2013-10-05 22:45 (UTC)
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Re: [CANON] Hotsuma Renjou | Uraboku | No Reserve | 3 of 3

[personal profile] torrefies 2013-10-05 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person:

Oi.

[ I hope you like waking up to a really pissed off looking blond on the network, Ruby City, because that’s just what you’re gonna get. ]

Hey, bastard, this isn’t funny. Don’t know who the hell you are, but you’re gonna put me back right now.

[ it’s not like he expected anything to happen, really, but his face remains the same tight, angry expression for a few moments. then a sigh, and he squints into the camera, like he’d be able to see someone if he looked hard enough. ]

Oi. Shuusei? If you’re there, come get me. We’re gonna be late. I know you of all people’d be able to find me, so. Find me. Yeah?

[ there’s a ghost of a smile, rueful at best. and then his expression sours again ]

And you, bastard, don’t think I’m gonna let you off so easy. If I find you, your ass is mine. Got it?

[ and then the watch closes, and the camera clicks off. ]

Third Person:
It was around mid-afternoon and raining when he got back to the mansion, and the place was as empty as he'd expected it to be. Which was to say, not at all, and after being hounded at the door by people he'd just as rather not talk to ("bastard, lemme through!!") he was more or less stomping his way up to his room, slinging his backpack onto the bed with more force than necessary. It ended up sliding off the edge and, if the clatter of multiple objects was anything to go by, most of his school stuff was now scattered under his bed.

Great.

Sighing, he shoved wet hair out of his eyes and immediately dropped to his knees to start groping for whatever the hell'd fallen. He pulled out notebooks, pencils, chewed on erasers--- one of the video games he'd been looking for for a few weeks, gotta finish that -- and ...

He paused, blinking. His fingers groped again, blindly, and he pulled out a ragged looking photograph that was slightly crumpled and dog eared.

Nausea rose immediately in his stomach when he recognized the faces of his parents, and with that, pain. It was like there was a vice clenching his heart, though that was just as soon forgotten in the tide of overwhelming anger that surged up, hot and immediate. When was the last time his parents came to ask for money, anyway? When was the last time they had come to visit under the pretense of seeing him? Most children who’d left home looked forward to family visits filled with hours and hours of endless chatting where the people that’d raised them their whole lives smiled and looked on. Hotsuma had known that, once; at least, he thought he had, but remembering now their smiles had always looked a little too strained, their voices on the edge of cracking with fear. It was like they were keeping a monster. Which, really, wasn’t all that far from the truth.

But then again, he hadn’t exactly “left home”, had he?

It was instinctive, the way his fingers crumpled the glossy, yet worn photo, and his lips formed the word before he even thought about what he was doing.

"Burn."
Edited 2013-10-05 22:59 (UTC)