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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 ✧
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Re: [CANON] Vincent Valentine | Final Fantasy VII | No Reserve | 2/2

[personal profile] nightmareofsin 2013-10-19 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
First Person: [A forbidding face appears on then screen, unkempt black hair framing pale skin and near-luminous red eyes. The expression on this face is grim at worst, unreadably flat at best. When he speaks, his voice is low and contains a touch of gravel, as though rough from disuse.]

Does anyone in this city have access to a blender? I want one.

[...well, that was unexpected. Maybe he's not so bad....?

Or maybe he is. He never actually specified what the blender was for, after all.
]

Third Person: Vincent entered the cool shelter of the cave, ignoring--perhaps even welcoming--the chilly spray from the falls behind him as his footsteps echoed off the light stone. This was a hidden place, a sacred one, known to only a handful of people in the world. Lucrecia's cave. The spirit was gone, but memory lived here--memory, peace, and silence, complete save for the rush of water nearby and the slow dripping of cold, clear water at the entrance where he stood. He felt like a trespasser here, a black spirit of sin in a home dedicated to light, but at the same time it was his: a sanctuary. The only place on the Planet's surface where he could be at rest. Strands of black hair clung to his face as he stepped over the crystalline puddles, droplets of water clinging to the fabric of his cloak and the metal curves of his claws--he paid it no mind, accepting it and embracing it as part of the experience.

"Lucrecia..."

The name left his mouth almost involuntarily, his low, rasping voice, rough from disuse, disappearing in the microcosm of time and space that he felt separated him from the rest of the world. He had brought the gun with him, Death Penalty; his other weaponry was left outside as a rule, but Death Penalty came with him, and its presence was felt heavily; at no other time did a gun carry such weight, such importance in his mind as now. His gift from Lucrecia, his forgiveness... or what could be forgiven and never could. He stopped in the cavern, shutting his eyes, letting time pass over him and falling back into the deep, bitter recesses of memory.

Lucrecia...

The smell of crystal and damp, clean air filled his nose, the sound of rushing falls and slow, echoing droplets, the steady, rocking rhythm of the train, a muted undulation as it raced along its tracks--

...wait. What?

His eyes flew open. He jerked up, dislodging the gun--Death Penalty--that had been nestled against his clawed arm; he moved quickly to catch it, but his eyes were on the place around him, the inside of an old-fashioned, pre-Materia locomotive....?!