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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 ✧
wavesofjade: (18 ♍ Full Of Fairy Tales)

[Fandom OC] The Dolorosa | Homestuck | Reserved

[personal profile] wavesofjade 2012-10-05 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Personality: As the Dolorosa has only had screen time pertaining to her in a historical context with more focus on events than she herself, it is difficult to say exactly what she would have been like. However, things may be extrapolated from the events of her life such as we know them and from the personalities of both her Pre-Scratch self – Porrim – and her descendent – Kanaya.

She is a caring troll who was willing to shirk her duty to the mother grub to raise an infant troll that she found abandoned while she was out on an errand, and she gives off an almost immediate motherly vibe to those who encounter her. Her actions are most often meant to guide others or help them to grow in positive ways, and if someone has need of a nurturing influence she will easily step into that role. However, in stepping away from her duty in order to raise a grub who would have otherwise died due to his mutant blood colour, she gained a definite tough love approach and takes no nonsense when dealing with her young charge, his companions, or anyone else who might come under her care. They may all be adults, but that doesn’t mean they don’t still have to do as they’re told.

Her instinct towards helping those who she feels needs it may have her branded as a meddler. She is unusually supportive for a troll in the violent society that populates Alternia, and will quickly offer her services as a mediator in difficult situations. The Dolorosa is also a firm believer in freedom and equality, something which she likely impressed upon the young Signless as he grew up under her care.

Despite her motherly nature, the Dolorosa has no issue with bloodshed when it is needed, and will fiercely protect her ‘son’ and his friends. When those she loves are threatened she will do next to anything to keep them safe, and her failure to shield the Signless from his eventual fate was one which haunted her until the end of her days. It is very rare that she’ll show fear, taking everything head on, and when it comes to crunch-time she will make her decisions based on what will be for the greater good, rather than on what she would personally prefer to do.

Like her descendent and Pre-Scratch self, the Dolorosa is a creative soul, and often turns this to art or making clothes in what spare time she has.

History: The Dolorosa was the Ancestor of Kanaya Maryam, and the Post-Scratch version of Porrim Maryam. As a jade-blooded troll, she was part of a rare blood caste whose only duty was to tend to the Mother Grub, a monstrous being that lives underground on the planet Alternia. The mother grub gives birth to all trolls, combining their genetic material and laying thousands of eggs at once. It was while on an errand that she found an abandoned grub, and seeing no other chance for his survival due to his mutant blood colour meaning that there would be no lusus to care for him, gave up her duty to raise him. He would become the Signless (later the Sufferer), and she would become his first follower.

After the execution of the Sufferer, the Dolorosa was sold into slavery, spending the rest of her life as the property of seadwellers - first (presumably) Orphaner Dualscar, and then later Marquise Mindfang when she captured one of his ships. It is mentioned in Mindfang's journal that the pirate had a female lover, who is implied to be the Dolorosa, and if this is true she was later assassinated on Dualscar's orders, mirroring the relationships that their descendants would have. Her journal would suggest that she showed this interest in the Dolorosa purely to fuel the kismesissitude that Dualscar felt towards her, but there is also speculation that she may have been a genuine matesprit prospect for Mindfang.

In an image of her she is shown to have yellow eyes, inferring heavily that she – like Kanaya and Porrim – became a rainbow drinker at some point in her life.

Strengths/Weaknesses: As a troll, she has stamina and endurance which outstrips that of most humans, as well as having thicker skin and higher physical strength than one might expect. As a jadeblood, she is also capable of withstanding the intense sunlight of Alternia, even to the point of enjoying it. In her time spent in the role of a lusus (what humans may refer to as a ‘mother’), she has learned a kind of patience and understanding which few of her kind can come to know, and it has also granted her a level of mental fortitude which allowed her to withstand the torment of her captivity under the ownership of seadwellers.

However, a weakness also comes from the unnatural role that she adopted. The love of a mother is able to be as much of a failing as a strength, and her instinct to protect him and his close circle of followers can sometimes lead to her being blind to the truth of things.
wavesofjade: (31 ♍ But You Will Be Safe)

[Fandom OC] The Dolorosa | Homestuck | Reserved

[personal profile] wavesofjade 2012-10-05 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Abilities: The Dolorosa is a good listener, and often has just the right kind of advice to give to someone who is willing to listen. If an ability to reduce someone to their rawest emotions can be counted, it is definitely one that she possesses. She is also able to put everything aside, even her own morals, in order to do the right thing, and is a capable fighter when necessary.

Relationships to Canon Characters: The Signless is a redblooded troll she raised from a grub she found abandoned, and she acts as a lusus towards him, though certainly feels emotions towards him more akin to those of a human mother. The Disciple and the Psiioniic are companions of hers within the Signless’ inner circle. She was a slave to Orphaner Dualscar and later captured by Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, who seemed to show a romantic interest in her. Kanaya Maryam is her descendent, and Porrim Maryam is her Pre-Scratch self.

First Person:
[Her abrupt awakening is almost as jarring as the blow which had ended her life. She sits up with a gasp, jade eyes flashing yellow in sudden fear and one hand gripping at her chest. There’s nothing there, not even a stain of blood, and she doesn’t understand. It takes her some moments to realise that the thing she’s sitting in is moving, and she leans towards the window, touching the glass with fascination. What manner of material is this, she thinks, but there’s little time to ponder on it as a structure and platform slide into view.

Suddenly, she’s struck with an urge for fresh air, and finds her legs shaking as she quickly departs the wheeled device, barely giving it a second glance as she hurries to the wall across from her, leaning against it. She presses her forehead to the cold, damp stone and covers her mouth with one hand, swallowing down nausea and the burning anger rising in her throat. The weight of the watch in her pocket goes unnoticed, but her voice broadcasts over the network. There’s a tremble in it, and it’s tired, softly muffled against her hand]

What new manner of hellish torment is this, Marquise? Must you plague my death as well?

[She tries to straighten, to draw some of that long-lost pride into her posture, but she’s so, so weary, and instead, she turns and rests her back against the wall. It will do, for now, until she can regain her strength. Her death… haha… The thought brings a momentary grim smile to her lips. She had thought she would be able to re-join her loved ones… but it seems the cosmos has different plans for her]

Third Person:
The initial pain had exploded across her chest like a firebrand when the bolt had hit her, and she had stood for a moment in shock, looking down at the shaft protruding from her chest as jade seeped out in a dark stain around it. It only hurt for a moment, then she simply felt cold, and barely registered the jarring sensation of her knees hitting the deck of the ship. She heard something – a voice – but it was distant, muffled, and each hitching breath she took ached in a way that had nothing to do with the bolt piercing through her.

She swayed, then the world seemed to tilt, and suddenly she was leaning against the deck… or had she fallen? Black edged her vision and her heart thudded dully in her ears as she closed her eyes and felt something wet and warm running down her face. Her lips moved, but no sound came out, and all she could think of was how many ways she had failed those whom she’d sworn to protect.

Blood filled her mouth, but she was no longer breathing to choke on it. Her eyes glassed over, and her fingers twitched. It didn’t hurt anymore, and somehow, she felt cheated by that, but everything in her was spent and there was no more anger, no fear, only a soul-deep grief that struck deeper than any weapon could reach.

Kankri... My little Kankri... I’m so sorry...