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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 ✧
lifewithoutrest: (ooc:  whimsy)

[CANON] Helen Magnus || Sanctuary || No Reserve || 3of 3

[personal profile] lifewithoutrest 2013-08-24 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
First Person:
[The gentle rocking of the passenger car slowly draws Helen awake, blinking slowly at the unfamiliar surroundings. She doesn’t remember boarding a train. How had she gotten here?

Then, little by little, it starts coming back to her, more than a year’s worth of memories filtering back into her mind. It seems the city hasn’t quite grown tired of her, after all. At least, they’ve foregone the catacombs this time, allowing her to arrive in a more traditional manner.

When the train finally pulls into the station, she doesn’t hesitate to step onto the platform, taking in the sights around her. Everything seems just as she remembers it, and she can’t help but feel like she’s coming home.

Searching her pockets for the newly comforting weight of the pocket watch, she sends out a simple broadcast, hoping at least a few familiar faces are still about.
]

It would seem I simply can’t stay away. I expect I have some catching up to do.

Third Person:
(For context, this takes place shortly after Helen lost her daughter.)

Helen ran her hand lovingly over the banister as she slowly ascended the staircase. Too often in recent years, she used the elevator to navigate between floors, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted to feel the smoothly polished wood beneath her fingers, reacquaint herself with every blemish, every imperfection in its surface.
 
Most of the marks were old, familiar, but some of them were newer, foreign. Those marks received the most attention. She studied each carefully, learning their shape, their texture, committing every single one to memory. Each mark was silently filed away, added to her Sanctuary’s identity.
 
Reaching the landing, she caressed the banister a final time before moving down the hall, fingertips lightly trailing across the wall as she walked, relishing the tactile sensation. Her heels sank into the carpet, leaving temporary indentions in her wake that vanished moments later, disguising her path.
 
Her step faltered, palm pressing flat against the wall as she reached the heavy oak door once belonging to her daughter. She hesitated before reaching out, gently twisting the brass knob, allowing the door to swing open of its own accord. For a moment, she stood frozen in place, peering into the darkness as though afraid of what lurked in the shadows.
 
With a shaky breath, Helen took a step forward, then another, and another, until she was standing next to the neatly made bed. Sitting on its edge, she smoothed her hand across the comforter, the texture familiar from so many nights spent holding Ashley after her nightmares.
 
Slipping off her shoes, she pulled her feet onto the bed, stretching out on top of the covers. Clutching the pillow tightly to her chest, she breathed in her daughter’s familiar scent, her tears already beginning to fall.