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rubycitymods) wrote2012-01-13 01:45 pm
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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✗ 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.
{ FANDOM OC Sebastian Moran || BBC Sherlock || reserve ||
Elisabeth (Sherlock):
sureimsherlock.dreamwidth.org
sureimsherlock@gmail.com
CHARACTER
Character Name: Sebastian Moran
Canon: BBC Sherlock
Timeline: Shortly after “The Reichenbach Fall”
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: Sebastian Moran is the best sniper in the world. Upon first meeting, anyone might be put off by the scars that cross his face, but then again, his rugged charms just might draw you in. He keeps his bleach-blonde hair slicked back most of the time, and his signature aviators cover emerald green eyes. Most often found with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he’s got a slow smile and a rough laugh that just might win you over. Watch your back though; never to be underestimated, he’s not a man to be crossed if you plan to survive.
He’s cool and calm under fire, sometimes quite literally. Even with a barrage of bullets flying over his head, he stays collected and gets the job done. His hands never shake, and if he has all the information to make a hit, he never misses. Whether it’s a half-mile shot from his beloved rifle or a knife in the back at close quarters, he’s the best man in a fight, as long as he’s on your side.
He’s a man of simple tastes, far preferring the taste of a cool beer than some fancy wine or high-priced whiskey. That said, he’s a firm believer in ‘waste not, want not’ and he won’t turn down any booze passed his way. He smokes like a chimney, but he lingers over each one, savouring its unique flavour. His favourite way to celebrate after a successful hit is a long shower, a beer, and a nice long nap. Not that he gets that very often.
He’s meticulous about his guns, and religiously cleans them after every hit, and sometimes just when he’s bored. It wouldn’t do to have his rifle jam because it was dirty, would it? He carefully inspects every piece of equipment before and after he uses it. His eye for detail was one of the first things that attracted Jim Moriarty to him in the first place. That, and the fact that he holds the record for the longest shot made by a single marksman both make him a very attractive employee to London’s biggest criminal mastermind.
History: Sebastian came from a troubled home, but these days, who doesn’t? His father was an ex-military man who beat submission into his son for the slightest offenses, and when he got drunk was a terror to behold. His mother was a weak woman, too frail and meek to protect her child from the rampages of her husband.
He joined the army at eighteen and quickly rose through the ranks to become a colonel. He was head of his own unit, until it all went wrong, of course. He got drunk on some very bad absinthe, spent three days in the middle of the mission pursuing a tiger, shot and killed said (protected) tiger, and then shot a subordinate when the man dared to question his leader’s authority. Needless to say, he was court- marshalled faster than you can say ‘tiger’ and sent home in disgrace.
He wandered around London a few months until he ran into a strange little man in a perfectly pressed suit, looking extremely out of place in the dive bar he’d chosen to take refuge in today. The enigmatic little Irishman offered him a job, and one thing turned into another. Now he lives in the same unbearably posh flat with Jim Moriarty as his ‘little live in’ (as Jim likes to mockingly call him), serving as his personal bodyguard as well as his favourite sniper and right hand man. He knows he’ll never leave Jim, even if he wanted to. He’d die first.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Brilliant sniper, but deeply scarred background. Also physical scarred from time spent in war and with Jim (boss gets handy with a knife) but those don’t slow him down at all.
Relationships to Canon Characters: Employee of Jim Moriarty
First Person: [He didn’t remember having fallen asleep... Jim was going to kill him if he knew he’d fallen asleep on a job! And the most important one too, the Fall, the conclusion to the game that had consumed Jim for weeks on end. The last thing he remembered, he was lying on his stomach in front of the window, waiting for the detective to jump, and now.... he scrubbed a hand across his face, looking around. He appeared to be on a train, and the only one on the train too. Hm. Alone on a train, and a quick glance out the window told him they’d not be stopping any time soon. He sank down in a seat.] Well this is annoyin’. Jim’s gonna be furious.
[He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, finding a strange bronze device on his wrist.] What the feckin hell is this? [He picks at the device, trying to get it off, without success. He sighs, figuring it can’t be that bad. It looks like a watch, anyway.]
Third Person: He was always meticulous about his hits, cleaning the gun ahead of time, oiling it perfectly to ensure a flawless job. But something had gone wrong this time, his gun hadn’t fired, and he had to let a very important target walk away.
He slunk home like a dog with its tail between its legs, fearing the punishment when he got home. Jim would be beyond furious at him for letting the ambassador get away. He dumped his gun bag inside the door and carefully took off his boots, never wanting to soil Jim’s white carpets. He was in enough trouble; he didn’t need to make it worse. He was hoping to get a beer to dull his senses just a little before he had to deal with Jim’s shrill voice yelling at him, but a call from the office told him it was not to be. He sighed and padded to Jim’s office in the back part of the flat, awaiting punishment.
He stood valiantly under Jim’s verbal abuses while the man screamed at him. “Yes boss,” he said tiredly for the thousandth time. “M’sorry, boss. Won’t happen again.” He looked up at him shyly, wondering how it was that a pocket-size Irishman managed to cow him on a regular basis. In any case, it was their arrangement and it was what worked for them. He sighed and retired to his basement sanctuary to clean the offending gun. He wondered what had gone wrong with it. After a few minutes of examining it, he found a little piece of paper jamming the firing mechanism. His brow furrowed and he pulled out the offending scrap.
On it was written- “I hope you clean your gun, tiger. JM xoxo’. Sebastian groaned and buried his head in his hands. Infuriating little bastard; Jim had clogged his gun on purpose! He sighed and just cleaned his rifle as usual. He wouldn’t say anything, not now, but he’d get back at Jim in some way. Maybe messing up his suits... oh, the possibilities were endless.
REVISION REQUESTED
At this time we are requesting a revision before we consider your application for acceptance. In particular, we would like more information about the character's history. Specifically, we would like to see more specific occurrences that helped shape him into what he is and show us more about his character. We would also like to see more detail in the character's personality - the first paragraph is more of a physical description.
Finally, we would like you to revise your first person sample, as it does not adhere fully to our guidelines (first person, present tense).
You may submit these revisions in your own time, and they will be processed as soon as possible.
(That sure was the wrong account, my apologies.)