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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.

Daenerys Targaryen | A Song of Ice and Fire | Reserved | Part 3
Abilities: ♕ Her control over her trio of dragons is her greatest power.
♕ She has also proved that she is immune to fire.
♕ Other than that, she is a skilled ruler with a sharp wit (and a sharp tongue) who is not afraid to make hard decisions,
♕ a skilled rider (in both the horse sense and sexual sense after marrying Khal Drogo)
♕ and a woman who has no trouble using any weapon at her disposal should one try to corner her or harm her and her children.
Network/Actionspam Sample: [Written for another game. If you want a fresh sample, I can give you one.]
[Her anger over having been separated from her children has dissipated. It will never fully disappear until she is reunited with them - no matter what the Drabwurld offers her. She has partaken of the wine and some of the finer dishes, but it takes more than baubles to distract a Targaryen Queen.]
To those who met me at the feast, we need not repeat introductions. However for those who either did not attend the feast or missed a grand opportunity... [Those words are said with a playful air rather than a serious one.] I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. I hail from a city called Astapor. It is not my true home, but it, along with other, less known, places has served me well.
[She can thank Astapor for all of their Unsullied in particular. And at such a reasonable price!]
I am interested to meet all of those who call Westeros home. [There is a new spark in her eyes and she lifts her chin.] I do not seek conflict - [Initially.] But I think we can make use of this rare opportunity. You need not fear me.
[Unless you're a Baratheon or Lannister and she isn't entirely comfortable with the Starks either.]
Dragons once frequented this land, did they not? [The questions is off-handed - nothing to see here, move on - but her gaze is fixed.] What became of them?
Who saw to their demise?
[Her soft tone is transforming into one of steel. A mother does not take kindly to the deaths of other children - even if they are not her own.]
Prose Log Sample: The night air was blessedly cooler than the searing heat of the day, yet Daenerys found she was not soothed. Obtaining the loyalty of the Unsullied had been a huge accomplishment and she swelled with pride each time she thought back on how they had agreed, first as one and then as many, to follow her freely. But they were but one step on a long journey that would, with any luck whatsoever, return her to Westeros and the Iron Throne.
"Khaleesi, you must get some sleep." she glanced over her shoulder to see one of her handmaidens turning down the blankets on her bed.
"Soon." she promised the young woman, "I want to enjoy the night air a little longer."
Sensing rather than seeing her handmaiden bow in acquiescence, Daenerys moved closer to the edge of the tents, her arms crossed over her chest. Fires burned here and there and, if she listened closely enough, she could hear the sounds of dreaming Dragons. Her children need only rest, eat and grow. She would ask nothing else of them.
Not until they are grown.
Then she would ride them into battle and right the wrong that had been perpetrated years ago. But that seemed like such a distant dream - especially as she took in her surroundings. The distance between Westeros and herself was staggering. It made her impatient. She wanted her children to grow faster; her army to expand and there to be no doubt in anyone's mind or heart that she was the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
Control the present.
Daenerys refused to lose her pride (or her bravery) in the face of an unknown future. Viserys had taught her to submit and listen to everything he said without argument. She knew she couldn't live that way, so the idea of a man entering her life and trying to be her equal - or better - left a sour taste in her mouth. However, and quite unfortunately, there was a certain comfort that came with finding herself wrapped in strong arms. If the man was as talented as Drogo in bed, she knew she could quickly forget her agitations.
What she wouldn't give for a good...
One of her Dragons was calling for her. She smiled to herself and turned back to her tent. There was something ironic about hearing Viserion's voice after she thought of his namesake.
He was needy too.
Pushing back her tent flap, she walked over to the cream and gold beauty, her expression tender.
"Your voice is stronger." she murmured approvingly, scratching behind his ear as he leaned against her hand, "Soon your body will follow. But, first, rest."
More for his sake than her own, she slipped into bed and blew out her candle. A happy sigh followed and she knew her children were content. If only she could say she felt the same.
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