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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.
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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.
[CANON] The Major | Hellsing | Not Reserved | 1/2
Name: Minki
Age: 21
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E-mail: froncentrate@gmail.com
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CHARACTER
Name: The Major
Canon: Hellsing
Age: Early 30's in appearance, but he's physically stunted.
Timeline: After being killed by Sir Hellsing.
Personality: The Major loves war. He loves strife and conflict and finds true fulfillment within the battlefield. As countless lives are ended in an instant or traitors are one by one sought after and purged, hung up on the streets for everyone to gawk at, he smiles as he relishes in the utter depravity of the moment. He cares little for which side is victorious, nor does he subscribe to any belief system. The Major's alliance to Germany is more or less just lip service. He may carry the banner of his country somewhere on his clothing, but it really means little to him beyond signifying his role as soldier, one who fights in wars. His interests couldn't be more distant from things like politics, ideology, or the future. They're just decorations that people insist on hiding behind as they give into their primal selves. What makes a soldier a soldier, however, is the inclination to obey and the Major is willing to honor and respect the wishes of whoever he follows. Working under limitations gives him more of a challenge, which he welcomes wholeheartedly.
As a person, the Major is calm and refers to people politely and courteously. Even when the other party is yelling at him, he would feel no reason to stoop to their level. War-obsessed as he is, there's no reason to be rude, right? He is well-read and cultured given how many plays, books, and operas he makes references of. During his fifty years in hiding, it has been hinted that the Major has taken up a hobby in anime, given him singing out the theme song of Fist of the North Star. He follows anything that interests him from high culture to pop culture, demonstrating more of his artistic side. The frightening thing about the Major is that without mentioning his obsession with war, he could pass off as an interesting person in ordinary society, if just somewhat eccentric. Alas, this jolly, pleasant side of him only comes off as condescending in moments of high tension.
The Major respects his men. All he asks for is loyalty. If his men can provide him with it, then he will happily lead them on till the distant end of their struggles. He promises of a reawakening in Valhalla, the paradise for warriors where battles are eternal. While indeed, the man is leading everyone to their deaths, making his men “kindling for his personal bonfire”, this is exactly what he promised he would do. Just the same, he respects his greatest enemies just the same as his allies. He delighted in seeing both Integra and Seras reach their true potentials, never once underestimating them. Even Alucard, who he hates for being a monster, is still someone who doesn't fail to amuse and impress him. Enemy or friend, regardless of alliances, he sees the battlefield as a place where everybody comes together, united under a twisted equality. During a monologue, the Major fondly referred to the soldiers of all sides fighting as his “brethren”.
For all his actions, he truly believes in his own humanity. The only thing that proves one is a human is the soul, regardless of what physical form he takes on. To be a genuine human is to accept the base desires in one's self and work to fulfill it at all costs no matter the sacrifice, including the lives of others and the self. In other words, he hates monsters, vampires in particular, for being entities that live off others' lives, sharing their own in the process. Everything that he has belongs to him and to nobody else. The thought of sharing his existence with another fills him with such contempt that it's almost a testament to how greedy the man is. He doesn't mind killing and being killed, but to share his life with another fills him with genuine hatred. The Major is defined by bloodlust and greed, no better than an axe-swinging barbarian, only with a penchant for vocabulary. He has no capability to regret or to empathize with anybody like at least Alucard can, making him an even greater monster for all his talks of humanity.
[CANON] The Major | Hellsing | Not Reserved | 2/2
Abilities: The Major has a fully mechanical body that, provided it's still functioning, grants him immortality. His body is made more durable and he can only be killed with a shot at the head. Beyond that, his mechanical body doesn't give him any particular advantages. His aim with a gun is notoriously terrible, having only shot only one target in life. A competent fighter would never lose to him in a fair fight, which is why he stays out of battle himself and plays strategist.
First Person: http://rubycity-ooc.dreamwidth.org/270111.html?thread=6946591#cmt6946591
Third Person: It had been a good war. Everybody acted out their proper roles and their performances exceeded his greatest expectations. Sitting by the window seat, the Major looks out into the distance, but pays little attention to the sight in front of him. His mind replays the events of fifty years past again and yet again like how a satisfied husband would watch videos of his wedding and kids. The “why's” and “how's” of being in this train were irrelevant; he knew in his heart he was on his way to the warriors' paradise, Valhalla. And in an instant, perhaps a dozen seconds after regaining awareness of the world around him, the Major now stood, feet firmly planted on the train terminal.
“Oh.” He folds his hands behind his back and takes the first steps of his stay in the city and out the terminal. The Major takes a brisk walk over to where he may get the best view of this twilit city. Taking a quick look, that would clearly be the nearest Watch Tower. He can see it in the air, stretching above the structures around it. Be it cosmic irony, he notices on his way there that most buildings have a distinctly Victorian quality to them. A thought crosses his mind.
“I have burned you down before in the birth place of your aesthetics. Is this some indirect request for an encore? How montonous!”
He no longer has the patience to stroll around to confirm whether he was in just another Britain. The Major makes a run now for the Watch Tower. There, he could see the city for what it was, from above.
Despite his mechanical form, his mind still registered pain, tension, and stress. Cyborg though he was, he was an out of shape cyborg and going up the winding steps of the watch tower pushed his body to its limits. His smile held as he looked up at the orange light shining from the opening above. He stretches out his arm as if wanting to grab it for himself. He steps into the glow at the top of the tower, his destination, and stumbles his way over to the railing, grabbing hold of it, breathing for air. He looks up and the sights flooded into his eyes, not of just the city, but of the nature beyond. The nature beyond is irrelevant and he focused his sights back onto the city with his eyes drawn to the ruins of a once proud stone wall.
His smile stretches wide as he takes it in and the presence of the other watch towers. “Whatever is it that you tried protecting yourselves from?” he mutters, voice filled with glee, “Yourselves, perhaps?” Wherever he turns his head, he sees the footsteps and debris that “war” has left. This is no peaceful town. This is a place that mimics the visage of peace, but it is a fickle mask that would slip off sooner or later. This was no second act to the burning of London. Standing upright, having mustered enough energy, the Major stretches an arm up into the air, as if he was holding in his hand a glass filled with champagne.
“Make it a good one.”
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