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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.


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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.


✧ N A V I G A T I O N ✧
takesushi: (far from refuge)

[CANON] Loki Laufeyson | Marvel Comics | not reserved | 3/3

[personal profile] takesushi 2012-07-22 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
First Person:
[ It starts out with a sudden tap, like a button pushed in curiosity, and it starts out in the middle of what sounds like a very absent monologue. ]
--nlike anything I have seen so far. A Stark phone isn't nearly as tricky, I have to say, which is saying something indeed. What Ikol would have made of it, I can scarcely even imagin--

[ Tap. The line goes dead for all of a minute before the image recording function kicks right in. It focuses on a face, too close to the screen and peering at it in a determined squint. Tap tap tap. ]

Does it work now? Hello? I'm sure a little labeling of functions wouldn't harm this thing terribly much-- [ The line, once again, goes dead. The interval between lasts much longer this time: a full three minutes before it flickers back on as if nothing had happened. ]

Much better, there. Hello? The train was very nice, but this is not where I need to be right now. Directions back to Broxton would be very muchly appreciated.

[ He's smiling, but it's about there that his expression falls ever so slightly; a faint crease between his brows, a small twitch of his mouth downward. ]

I have an event I must attend.


Third Person:
Strange as it is, and as utterly cloudy as he finds the circumstances to be, Loki cannot quite deny that for being his very first ride on a train, it is still a very fine one. There's something lulling about the clack and clatter of the wheels on the track, just as there is something enchanting about the passing countryside. Transportation at its finest and most comfortable, when compared to the art of flinging oneself across the distances with the momentum of a very large and very heavy hammer. The thought is a sudden one, and it halts just as suddenly as it came.

How quickly guilt works.

He shakes the thought from his head, and takes to playing with the thing in his pocket instead. A watch, he thinks, a clockwork pocket watch by it's size. It's not new, not by the Midgardian concept of new, but for Asgard it is certainly something to take note of. It's different enough to effectively distract him from darker thoughts, and that's enough, it'd be enough for now. Dials and buttons, doubtless functions he has yet to behold, and while it may not be his Stark phone (still nestled comfortably in his other pocket, he notes with some relieved satisfaction), it's still something worth investigating. When the train stops, he tell himself firmly. He wouldn't want to miss his stop, wherever it may be. Better to be prepared than alarmed like he feels he wants to be. Thor wouldn't want him to be alarmed. Thor would want him to be ready, and brave, and everything that Loki is not much like.

But he thinks he can manage anyway.

Face pressed against the window, Loki waits, a roiling blend of curiosity and consternation, excitement and alarm. To tear him from Sif's side and Thor's funeral, this unknown force had best have a reason most dire and pressing. Small as he may be, young and inexperienced as he may be, Loki was still an Asgardian, and was not Asgard a city of heroes? He had to make do with himself and himself alone here, in this city rolling into view. Here, there was no Thor to look to for assurance and protection. Here, he was Loki Laufeyson, and he would have to make do.
takesushi: (white light)

[personal profile] takesushi 2012-07-22 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Just to clarify, so I know more what to revise on-- it's the tense present in the sample that needs correcting?
takesushi: (point pleasantry)

[personal profile] takesushi 2012-07-22 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
My bad! I tend to forget about the tense thing often.

--

Strange as it was, and as utterly cloudy as he found the circumstances to be, Loki couldn't quite deny that for being his very first ride on a train, it was still a very fine one. There was something lulling about the clack and clatter of the wheels on the track, just as there was something enchanting about the passing countryside. Transportation at its finest and most comfortable, when compared to the art of flinging oneself across the distances with the momentum of a very large and very heavy hammer. The thought was a sudden one, and it halted just as suddenly as it came.

How quickly guilt worked, when one wasn't prepared.

He shook the thought from his head, and took to playing with the thing in his pocket instead. A watch, he thought, a clockwork pocket watch by its size. It wasn't not new, not by the Midgardian concept of new, but for Asgard it certainly was something to take note of. It was different enough to effectively distract him from darker thoughts, and that was enough, it'd have to be enough for the time being. Dials and buttons, doubtless functions he had yet to behold, and while it may not have been his Stark phone (which still nestled comfortably in his other pocket, he noted with some relieved satisfaction), it was still something worth investigating. When the train stopped, he assured himself firmly. He wouldn't want to miss his stop, wherever it may be. (If there was such a thing, even.) Better to be prepared than alarmed like he felt he wanted to be. Thor wouldn't want him to be alarmed, was the prevalent thought. Thor would want him to be ready, and brave, and everything that Loki wasn't feeling much alike.

But he thought he could manage anyway.

Face pressed against the window, Loki waited, a roiling blend of curiosity and consternation, excitement and alarm. To tear him from Sif's side and Thor's funeral, this unknown force had best have a reason most dire and pressing, was the grim little thought. Small as he may have been, young and inexperienced as he may have been, Loki was still an Asgardian, and was not Asgard a city of heroes? He would have to make do with himself and himself alone here, in the misty city rolling into view. There within its walls, there was no Thor to look to for assurance and protection. There, he would be Loki Laufeyson, and he would have to make do.
Edited 2012-07-22 05:34 (UTC)