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rubycitymods) wrote2012-01-13 01:45 pm
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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.
✗ Canon 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.
[OC] Rosalind Strange aka Lysandra Kastaros l Not Reserved 3 of 4
A basic summary of the life of Rosalind Strange:
Rosalind was born in Sparta during the period we call Classical Greece. She was born of a union between her mother, a priestess of Ares, and the god himself. Her mother’s husband, a wealthy soldier, was away at a small conflict with a neighboring city-state at the time. In her earliest years, Rosalind showed equal interest in swordplay as she did more traditional feminine crafts, culminating in a staggering defeat of an older boy in a fist fight when he insulted her status as a bastard child of Ares. Her father, pleased with this display of honor in his name, comes to Rosalind in a public space to declare that she will die as a warrior. Leaving it at that, her father ordered that Rosalind be trained by friends of his in order to be a good warrior, lest they bring to them the wrath of the god of war.
Up until her early teens, Rosalind quickly proved herself to be as skilled as any man her age in combat, and when word came to her city of a monster in the countryside, she was among the many warriors who go out to slay it. Sadly, she was the only one who returned, and presented the head of the beast as an offering at her father’s temple. The offering was answered by her father, who came with an offer of immortality for Rosalind if she promised to kill as many people as she could in her lifetime. A deal is struck, and the terms are simple: Rosalind will live as long as she continues to slay monster and man alike. The more she kills at once, the less she’ll need to kill later. Rosalind accepted the gift.
As her age suggests, she became quite skilled at being a bringer of death and living up to her divine parentage and often dedicated her kills to Ares. Rosalind lived through many ages, and often thinks fondly of her first and consummated love: a soldier in the Spartan army. The years saw her outliving her mother and her mother’s husband as well as many other people she had grown up with. Though loneliness clawed at her from the inside on many occasions, she continued to kill and live on through the ages and travelled from battle to battle.
Among her many lifetimes, she lived primarily in Western Europe, although once in a while, she would travel eastward to safety or another grand war filled with bloodshed. Very rarely did she find herself able to properly step onto a battlefield, but she was no less able to ease her way into a position where she could find a life to take in her father’s name. Numerous conflicts extended her life until she found that there were many decades before her to live without needing to worry about who her next kill would be. During these times, Rosalind lived as an ordinary citizen of whatever nation she happened to be a part of and enjoyed the finer things in life as they were presented to her. In these years of relative peace, she took on more lovers, although they were few and far in between. Regardless of how long she lived, Rosalind was apt to mourn for decades after the loss of someone she had fallen for.
She has held positions as a maid, midwife, blacksmith, soldier, spy, assassin, pirate, smuggler, weapons dealer, apothecary, farmer, and countless other professions suited for a woman with a strong will and a stronger back. During these professions and the decades she lived through while engaged in them, Rosalind came to see human nature and how it played out in the long run. Conflicts became less about honor and more about oppression, something she could never get behind. In spite of the Crusades and Inquisitions being among some of the bloodiest periods of human history, she rarely took lives during these years. Slowly, but irrevocably, Rosalind grew to become disdainful of bloodshed and conflict.
The last major conflict Rosalind was in was World War 2, during which she acted as a smuggler for Jews so that they could escape the Nazis as they spread through Europe. German soldiers died by her hands on many occasions, but by the end of the war, she had made up her mind to finally die. Enough lives still loomed over her to keep her alive for a good couple of centuries, and as Japan and the United States made their peace over the atomic bombs, she vowed to hang up her weapons except for the truest of emergencies. Ares, who had long been impressed with his daughter’s tenacity and ability to live, respected her wishes.
Now in her twilight years, Rosalind is in the midst of speaking with her divine and mortal family to prepare for her eventual death.
[OC] Rosalind Strange aka Lysandra Kastaros l Not Reserved 4 of 4
Rosalind has long been a capable warrior and is able to lift well over one-hundred pounds. She often does some form of exercise every day, but switches up what she does and the intensity to suit whatever she is doing for that day. Weaknesses include a fondness for wine that can leave her smashed if she doesn’t have someone to watch over her.
Abilities:
Proficient in fighting, dancing, singing, and various crafts.
First Person:
[She is wide-eyed and alert the moment the train begins to pull into the station and immediately hops onto her feet in a defensive stance. No one else with her… But how did she come to be on a train?
Looking cautiously out the window, she frowns at the buildings approaching as the train stops. Rosalind disembarks with a frown on her face and reads the signs with disdain. Ruby City.]
Wonderful. [A quick pat-down of her person reveals the pocket watch hanging off of the belt of her dress, and she opens it. The video feed is instantaneous.] All right, where in Hades am I?
Third Person:
No access to her family; no clue as to where the city actually is; no means of getting home… It was enough to make Rosalind tear out her hair, but she opted for taking it out on the carcasses of dead animals instead. As twilight drew near, she prepared a small bonfire in the park. It wasn’t very fancy and wouldn’t give off much in the way of significant heat, but it would serve the purpose she wanted of it.
“I offer this flesh of cattle and poultry to my kinsmen.” One by one, she placed steaks and slabs of chicken breast on the burning wood. The fire grew quickly and ate at the raw meats as Rosalind offered prayers to whoever might be able to hear them. “Circe, Hecate… If anyone can hear these words, please let my people know that I am still safe.”
The fire kept burning long after the sun had set and left a slightly scorched patch of grass behind once she was through with waiting for a reply. Nothing. Not even word from the fickle Iris. Much as the thought worried Rosalind, she would not allow herself to be stopped. All this meant was that she’d have to try that much harder to find a way home.
[ACCEPTED]
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