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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



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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.


✧ N A V I G A T I O N ✧
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[Canon] Cecil Baldwin | Welcome To Night Vale | Reserved

[personal profile] goodnightnightvale 2013-09-13 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Sam
Age: 25
Personal Journal: None
E-mail: detheater20@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc:Elric441/no MSN/detheater20

CHARACTER
Name: Cecil Baldwin
Canon: Welcome to Night Vale
Age: Apparently somewhere in his thirties. But even he doesn't
know.

Timeline: Just before the episode "First Date".

If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal
with this?
:
Personality: The first thing anyone would notice about Cecil is
that he is remarkably well-spoken and intelligent. He seems to have an
unflappable quality about him, that no matter what strange things go on
in his life, he views it all with a certain detached pleasantness and a
chummy tone. To those who know him, Cecil is very pleasant to be around,
although he seems detached outside of his studio. Like there's something
else going on or somewhere he should be. When interacting with others, he
seems a little distracted, as if he's filing all his little interactions
into his head so he can talk about them later.

Cecil doesn't really believe in secrets. His job is to announce
everything, so why would he? However, if there's something he doesn't
know, he will instead ask questions about it without actually approaching
the issue. He seems unconcerned by the things he doesn't know, figuring
that eventually they will work themselves out. He is an optimist to the
point of almost brute-forcing it, almost as if he were saying "I know
everything around here isn't perfect, but it pays to keep a positive
attitude and not worry about anything!"

However, Cecil can be petty and vindictive. If you slight him, he will
not only announce it publicly, he will also announce your name, address,
and just about anything else he thinks will incite a mob against you or
get you in trouble. While he doesn't necessarily show anger, he does tend
to openly express his emotions in blank terms, be they "Today is a nice
day" or "I am very angry about the subway outside my studio".

And finally, Cecil doesn't seem to communicate well (or at all) when
found outside his booth. He's capable of being polite, certainly, but he
needs that detachment, as he is very frightened of the world around him.
Especially now that he is in a new place, filled with people he doesn't
know and no familiar landmarks.

Background: Cecil Baldwin was born in Night Vale, and was
perfectly normal, despite the town. He had a strange, sonorous voice that
unnerved his parents, but was not particularly out of the ordinary for
the small desert community. At first, Cecil was picked on for his voice,
and found elementary and middle school very difficult, between the
lessons that often bordered on the obtuse or completely impossible to
absorb and the (Shadowy World Government-sponsored) teasing of the other
children, Cecil found it hard to go about his daily life.

However, salvation was found in a strange place: Community theatre. While
community theatre in Night Vale was somewhat underground, it had not been
completely outlawed yet, and so Cecil joined the Night Vale Community
Theatre, particularly its Children's Theatre, which put on such classic
kid-friendly works as Glengarry Glen Ross, The Birthday
Party
, and The Beauty Queen of Leenane. As he grew older, he
took on better roles and migrated to the adult community theatre (not to
be confused with the Community Adult Theatre, which Cecil was always embarrassed to admit he didn't have the body for).

At the same time, he got involved with the high school's theatre, and
played Pippin in the school's avant-garde production of South
Pacific
. Once he graduated, he decided to go to NYU to study theatre.
However, the heavy constraints as well as the culture shock from having
to live in New York, a place where the secret police were actually secret
and there were no programs for tarantula literacy, caused him to suffer a
nervous breakdown. He decided the best course of action was to take a
trip to Europe, where he visited exotic countries such as Svitz,
Luftnarp, and the frightening arches of Franchia. During this time, he
also found love, in the form of his traveling companion, who sadly
disappeared at the end of their travels together before Cecil could
express his feelings.

His time in Europe left him invigorated, and so Cecil re-examined his
life. He didn't want the pressures of theatre, but he had quite a talent
and people seemed to like his voice, so he found himself gravitating
towards radio. At first it was just college radio and a few internships,
but soon he found a place he could really shine. WNYC-FM picked him up to
do announcements in between the shows. However, it was not to be, as
tragedy struck when public radio had its funding cut. Cecil was
desperate, and looked for anything, anything at all to continue his
career. Only to find that there was an opening in Night Vale looking for
someone to do community announcements over the radio. Cecil applied, and
in the dead of night, someone shoved an envelope under the door giving
him an address and driving instructions.

Cecil drove all the way, no stopping, and when he got to the studio,
found just an empty booth with a microphone and a list of announcements.
And so his career started. Occasionally, Management would give him
instructions, but eventually he just started reporting on his own. And
soon he was sending his interns out and even doing his own legwork to
bring Night Vale the news. No matter what cost, no matter who liked it,
no matter how strange. After all, it was his job, and whenever he tried
to drive out of town, it seemed like he would just loop back to the other
end of town. But it was better just not to think on that.

(further information found at this location

Abilities: Cecil can be in two places at once, as long as one of
those places is in the booth behind the microphone. He also does not
require air to breathe. Other than that, he is a normal, if highly
intelligent, human being.


First Person: [Cecil sits at his desk, poised in front of the
microphone, speaking slowly and delicately] Good evening, Ruby City. At
least. It is for me. I don't know about any of you. Perhaps you are in
the middle of burning dinner and you got caught out of doors in the rain.
How are you doing, Ruby City? [He shuffles some papers in front of
him] According to these reports, everyone is still alive. That is a
relief. I thought perhaps some of you might have died from swooping
pteranodon attacks. It is very odd that there are no swooping
pteranodons. Or black helicopters. Why is it that there are no black
helicopters? [A slight frown moves across Cecil's face] Why are they
hiding them from us. It is a little bit odd, do you not think?

Third Person: Cecil wandered the block for the fourth time, bewildered at what he saw. There were no cameras. He'd asked people about this when he came in, but no one seemed at all perturbed. But if the cameras weren't obvious, then they were hidden. He'd tried looking into the lampposts and even the furniture in his tasteful apartment, but there were no cameras anywhere. It was very strange. Perhaps they did everything by audio? But then he talked into his new bedside lamp, and it didn't seem to have any effect. This confused and perplexed him. How did anyone do information-gathering around here?

"Surely." he said, "Surely there must be some other way. Maybe they are all omniscient. Maybe they know what I am thinking even as I am thinking it." That somehow frightened him just as much, if not more. At least the secret police had to use surveillance equipment. A tightness gripped his chest, the same way it had when he'd been in New York. But it passed just as quickly. After all, there was nothing to be afraid of. He'd been in this city for two days now and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Maybe that was the issue. It was such a departure from where he'd been that it was almost frightening.

"Well," he told himself, "It could be worse. There is no Dog Park in this city. In fact, it is pleasant. Almost like Svitz was. Except no one rolls anywhere." He felt like he needed to be back in his booth, and headed back towards the place in the city where he had made a makeshift recording studio. It wasn't at all the same, of course, but it was something akin to home, and maybe someday he would get a real one. That thought gave him comfort and a little optimism. Which was just what he needed right now.
Edited (Formatting fuckup, needed to be fixed.) 2013-09-13 19:36 (UTC)