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Ruby City Mods ([personal profile] rubycitymods) wrote2012-01-13 01:45 pm
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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.


✗ Canon Application



✗ Canon OC Application



✗ OC Application



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 ✧
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[CANON] ÉPONINE THÉNARDIER || Les Misérables || reserve || 4 of 4

[personal profile] jondrette 2013-06-29 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
First Person: [The image on the screen moves around shakily, the young woman holding the pocket-watch trying to make sense of it. Finally, there's a close up of her dark eye before she pulls back, frowning at it, and the image seems to still.] This isn't a pocket-watch I've ever seen. It doesn't wind, there's just-- What does-- oh! [She's pushed a button, an an image of herself, as she appears in the watch, pops up. After a moment, she smiles at it, pushing her hair out of her eyes and straightening out her hat.]

It's a small mirror. With more buttons, but it's a watch. Wonder where it came from. I didn't bring it with me to the barricade, and I didn't loot any corpses. I was the-- [She stills, glancing around her.] I was the first to die.

Perhaps this place is hell. [She laughs, tossing her head back.] What a fine thing it is! Me, in hell, with only a mirror to look at myself with and think of all the things I've done! And here I thought my fate would be worse!

Third Person: The last thing Eponine remembered, before the train, was looking up into the eyes of Marius Pontmercy, shivering as blood left her body to mingle with the rain that fell. She remembered, she was sure Marius had kissed her on the forehead, but perhaps, that was just the jolt of the train coming to a stop.

Eponine opened her eyes and looked around as she stood up, assessing her surroundings. She was on a train and had apparently been laying down on one of the benches. Looking down, she realized the dark stain of her own blood on her chemise was only just beginning to dry. But… She reached down and gingerly touched it. Her skin, where the bullet had pierced her, was solid.

Where the hell was she?

She was the only person here, was the next thing she noticed, followed shortly by the darkening skies and mist outside. Adjusting her hat, she made up her mind then and there to find a way out of this train. It didn't take long, marching in a straight line till she found a door leading out to the platform.

"Hello?" She called, her voice low and hoarse. This was not Paris. This was… nowhere she'd ever been. Pulling her coat tighter around her, she began to search for some sort of indication where she was. Or, better yet, how the hell she was still alive. She'd taken a bullet to the stomach. She'd felt her life leaving her. She had her blood on her shirt, and yet, she was living, breathing.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" She called louder this time, slowly beginning to traverse the platform. "This isn't a place I've ever been, and I'd like to know where I am! Or if I'm alone- which is hardly unusual- Then, I--!" she cut off with a small shriek as the train behind her blows the whistle and speeds off into the blackness.

Eponine watched the train as it disappeared, hardly daring to breathe in the intense silence that followed the departure of the train. Once again, she realized, as she stuffed her hands into what was now her over-sized coat, she was completely and utterly alone. Despite that grim fact, she couldn't help but smile into the blackness, a hoarse laugh bubbling from her throat. Alone. Of course. She was always alone, why should death be any different?
Edited (changed fandom to canon because I'm an idiot today.) 2013-06-29 02:36 (UTC)