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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] Chouza Habaki | Itsuwaribito Utsuho | Reserved | 4/4

[personal profile] poisonedclaws 2013-06-30 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Third Person:
He was dreaming, and it wasn't a happy dream.

The dream was pain and blood, it was fear and heartbreak, and it was words filled with hate. Pain from both people's lips that spilled insults and curses and death, and pain from fists and sticks and weapons raining down on his body. He heard his own pleas and screams, felt his throat go sore by it, felt tears spill down his face as they burned his face with marks that would last for eternity.

When he woke up, he felt his body shivering, tense with memories flooding his mind, seeing faces of people who only wished him pain, instead of the ceiling above him. A strangled sound escaped his throat, and he was unable to tell them to stop, don't, he had nothing to do with it.

When his mind returned to him, sharply telling him that it was something long passed, he noticed. Uzume's body-heat wasn't there... Nor the crushing familiarity of his bone-breaking hugs... What... ”Uzu...!?” Where was he? Where was the stupid idiot? And, when he turned to look to his other side, where was Minamo?

With a body that was still tense and filled with fear, confusion and the need for his friends, he sat up, looked around him and his mind screamed. No, where was anyone? None of the others were there, not Thread Eyes, not Doctor, not Cat Eyes, not Hime-san or Nee-san, nor either of the two tanuki. He was all alone, in a place that he didn't know, didn't recognize, and he didn't like it, he hated it, it reminded him far too much of the loneliness and pain back when he was a child, blamed for being part of something that his father had done all on his own. Things that he had nothing to do with, that he had been punished for.

He rubbed his sleeve over his face, wiped traces of tears, only barely there, and tried not to think about the tattoos that he hated so much. With his movement, something moved in his lap, rolled from his knee and over the floor. With eyes wild, he turned his gaze to it, and noticed what it was.

He must have fallen sleep while reading through the scroll, filled with the old tale of the Kokonotsu written down on it. Taking a deep, shaky breath in an attempt to calm down, he reached for the scroll. Yes, it was the tale of the Kokonotsu treasure. Filled with notes added by people from their group. There were scrawls that was unmistakably Thread Eyes', words written in a tidy hand, belonging to Doctor, Ne-chan's neat but elegant letters. And Uzume's almost illegible writing, corrected with Chouza's own writing. The scroll was even signed, close to Thread Eyes' writing, by Pochi's paw print.

Feeling the texture of the familiar item, feeling the faint scents of everyone mixed together sticking to the scroll, he noticed how his breathing calmed, his grip relaxing. His body was still shivering infrequently, but it wasn't a terrible force anymore, even if he felt as if he was about to double over from the thoughts running through his mind.

Unease and determination took over instead, and he clutched tighter to the scroll as he slowly climbed to his feet. First of all, he had to find the others.