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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.
[CANON] Tres Iqus | Trinity Blood | Not Reserved 1/2
Name: Gaa
Personal Journal: n/a
E-mail: roronoazoro33@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: thegaathing
CHARACTER
Name: (Hercules) HC-IIIX Tres Iqus
Canon: Trinity Blood
Timeline: Just before Sister Noelle’s death.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality:
Tres is what’s known as a cyborg. A ‘Killing Doll’, or a mostly-mechanical soldier made by Vatican scientist Professor Gepetto Garibaldi as a form of super soldier to be used during war. As a being who is mostly a machine, Tres does not ordinarily show much in the way of emotion. Answering questions that he may be asked with statements such as ‘Positive’ or ‘Negative’. When asking how people are feeling, he instead asks ‘Status report?’ instead of normal, conversational sentences. He comes off as completely cold and detached, as a machine would, in most situations, and therefore it is often hard to discern what he may be thinking or processing at any is given point in time. He is known for following orders with precision no living human could hope to achieve, and his actions are nearly always logical in every way. When speaking and conversing with normal humans or vampires, he does not understand the meaning of ‘tact’, and will quite bluntly state things that ‘normal’ beings would void or use euphemisms for. When faced with a situation that shows someone—an ally, or civilian—doing something that is illogical, he will often question it. Such as when Abel tries to protect a little ‘witch’ girl, despite the Vatican’s order to kill her were she to cause a problem.
‘Killing Dolls’, while mainly made out of mechanical systems, still have human parts within them. This is what keeps them from being entirely cold and mechanical, and it gives them certain emotions that, though often hidden, shine through sometimes. Tres has a human brain stem, and while about 98% of his decisions, deductions and actions are ‘logical,’ he has shown to hiccup and do things that are quite illogical. The very same witch child he had been ordered to, and tried to kill during a mission, he allows to live some time later. Claiming that he was ‘out of bullets’ and therefore could not complete his task. However, moments later, he kills a vampire who tries to attack him, the child, and Abel, using the very same bullets that he had claimed to have run out of. He did not kill her because he had decided she deserved to live.
As he is part organic, Tres often has to take vitamins and mixtures to stay alive. Without them, he does not function well, and has periods in which his body actually shuts down, or lags, not unlike a computer.
Tres has an almost extreme sense of duty. He was a being created to follow orders, and he does not understand the meaning of freedom. He was nearly destroyed by Abel before he became an agent of AX, and when told by Caterina Sforza that he was free to live, he refused. She then offered him a position working at AX, Vatican Special forces, but he also refuses. The idea of having free will being lost on him, he finally agrees to join her by suggesting he be her possession instead. As such, he has joined AX under the codename of Gunslinger, and obeys every command given to him without question or comment. When in Caterina Sforza’s presence, he guards over her almost like a strangely possessive guard dog, and when outside of Rome, he almost seems to pine for her.
Abel states, at least once or twice in the series, that whenever he is away from home he seems almost ‘Grumpy’ or detached because half of him is ‘back home’. His loyalty to her is absolute, and such is clear during a fight with another ‘Kill Doll’. He states that he needs to ‘survive’, and when the other doll states that he ‘is merely a machine’, Tres replies with ‘Negative. I am the Duchess of Milan’s machine.’
[CANON] Tres Iqus | Trinity Blood | Not Reserved 2/2
Insufficient Data for proper analysis of current location. Creating log for unknown area: New folder: Gathered information: Title: Ruby City. Country: Undetermined. Population: Life forms detected, only fauna confirmed.
[His hands moved, fingers brushing over a pocket in his long, flowing Vatican battlerobes. There was a… anomaly. He pulled out an object that looked like a watch. He didn’t remember placing this on his person, and he would have remembered if Caterina had given it to him. The screen seemed to be recording.]
If anybody is listening, I would like to know what this place is, and when the train is coming back. I am currently needed in Rome, and cannot afford to waste any time here.
Third Person:
There was a loud crash. The sound of splintering wood and broken glass as a man, or, rather, a machine in the shape of a man, broke through the ceiling. The building held many people—or, rather, Vampires. Having committed crimes against God, and crimes against the Vatican, he had been sent here on a very important duty. And his duty was quite easy. Destroy everything in his way. Attain the witch. Leave no survivors.
A single eye glowed, and there was a sound around him. Hushed voices, the sound of confusion and fear lingering in the air moments before the cyborg, a giant man made of steel, wire and human parts raised his arms. Holding a pair of heavily modified Beretta 92s, dual guns that were far too heavy and inaccurate for any human to use, the first of many shots fired through the air. The guns spewed fire, the sounds echoing on hollow wooden walls, along with the sound of breaking skin, flesh and bone. There were screams, yells of confusion and pain as just about every single shot, aimed true and straight in the almost impossible darkness hit their target.
Each bullet lit up the room, flashes of the enemy either fleeing the scene, or rushing toward the cyborg in a helpless display of bloodlust. Futile, really, given every creature fell to the ground in a bloodstained mess before even getting within three feet of the mechanical man. After a long moment, there was nothing but silence. Light rained in from the hole in the ceiling above him, nothing left in the room but the bodies of the fallen monsters, and rubble from the broken ceiling. Blood staining the once pristine carpets at Tres’ feet.
“Clear.” His voice rang out, declaring his mission complete—when the door to his left exploded outward. A screaming banshee of a vampire—the final one left inside the building dove toward him. An arm blade extended, ready to drive it into the chest of the Cyborg man. Moments before it struck, there was a sound. A spatter of blood, and a frustrated yell followed, and there was very suddenly another between them. “…Nightroad.” He spoke, looking at his comrade. Very quietly wondering exactly where he had come from.
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