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rubycitymods) wrote2012-01-13 01:45 pm
rubycitymods) wrote2012-01-13 01:45 pm
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APPLICATIONS
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✗ 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.
Re: [ The Signless || Homestuck || Reserve || 3 of 3
The Dolorosa raised him ever since he was a grub, and became the first follower of his ideals. Considering that the idea of an adult troll raising another troll since birth was completely unheard of, Dolorosa is commonly seen as the first and only “mother” in Alternia. It can be assumed that that is how Signless saw her, even with the lack of term, and looked up to her with fondness and love.
The Disciple was another one of his followers, and his closest one. She kept records of his teachings and hung on his every word, and, eventually, they became romantically involved. Despite the concept of troll’s relationships being somewhat strict and divided in specific types, Disciple’s and Signless’s is described as surpassing all the quadrants, then being safe to assume that their relationship is closer to a human’s concept of love.
The Psiionic was another of his followers. He was influenced by Signless’s ideals to break away from slavery, a life that would be commonly assigned to those of his blood color. And he became part of the small group, participating in their travels.
These three went on travels across Alternia, sharing Signless’s doctrine to other trolls, in hopes of spearing a message of peace and love among all trolls of all blood colors.
Besides personal relationships, Signless does have a certain connection with Her Imperious Condescension, as he seeks to spread ideals of peace and equality through Alternia, therefor being against her tyrannous rule that drove the planet into such a state.
Finally, we have Karkat Vantas, Signless descendant (technically his clone, through ectobiology). Karkat is thought to have inherited Signless’s anger upon his execution. However, they lived years (possibly centuries) apart and Signless has no idea of Karkat’s existence.
First Person: [The train comes to a screeching halt in its tracks, finally ending the line of smoke traced since its mysterious origin. The carriage doors open, giving way for passengers to step onto the platform. One would almost think that a train like that would let out a flood of people, but the city’s members knew better.
He calmly steps out onto the platform, looking around in silence.]
Hello?
[No response.
He takes a few steps, raising his hands to idly tug at his hood so to cover himself more. By his experience, you’re never too careful when in strange territory.
Especially when you have no idea how or why you got there.
He figures someone had captured him while he rested. But how had he not woken up? And how had none of his piers noticed the abduction?]
Is anyone there? Make yourself noticed.
[The lack of response was slightly unnerving, but one has to stay calm if they want to get proper results.]
I don’t know who or what has brought me here, but I would like to get some answers. I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement and I could go on my way.
[ Once more, he waits.
But to no avail.
He lets out a quiet sigh, resuming his steps along the station.
Finding a door, he heads towards it, threading lightly. When sights give way into a city of tall buildings, of no resemblance to anything he had ever seen, surprise takes over his expression. A network of streets was waiting for to be explored, seemingly deserted at the moment.
Pulling back his hood, he admires the city. It does have a certain beauty, but he can’t let himself get enticed by it. He has to find out where he is, if this is friendly territory or otherwise, and then, he has to find his way back to his comrades.
He begins walking down the first street in his sight, hoping he can find some answers for this sudden problem.]
Third Person: This is the format that will be used in rubycity_logs. This sample will be in third-person past tense, at least three well-written paragraphs, 3-4 sentences per paragraph, which will show your understanding of your character. One should consider spelling, grammar and tense when doing all samples.
The sun was going down. The buildings were graced with the lazy orange light, and the city seemed to be ready to set into a peaceful slumber. The air was mostly quiet, as the animals scurried away into their nests, resting up for another day of food gathering and survival.
The Grocery store’s door opened, and a dark, caped figure stepped out, holding a parcel on his hand. He tucked it cozily under his arm and started to make his way down one of the streets, in calm, contemplative steps. He had yet to fully find his way around the area, but that was alright. He’d usually find his way back somewhere, and start again.
He looked at other city members as he passed by them. He was given a smile or two, which he humbly returned. So many different creatures, the likes of which he had never seen. He wondered where they had come from; they would rarely look like they belonged to the same place, like they were plucked from different worlds, different lives, all set in that place like misplaced dolls in a child’s dollhouse. But that was alright. He could see the friendly interactions; everything seemed fine, at first glance at least. It could be considered a heartwarming sight.
He stepped out of the city. The paved streets gave way to grass, that crumbled softly under his shoes. One would find it hard to tell where he was going; honestly, he didn’t even know. He had simply decided to walk, to clear his head. He had a lot to think about since he had gotten there, and long walks always seemed to fix that problem.
He walked for hours. The sun set behind the mountains, and the sky’s warm golden dress gave way into a black veil gracefully adorned by hundreds of stars. Lights could be seen in the city behind him, and the cawing of birds gave way to the simple breeze in the trees. And still, he walked.
He was used to walking; he spend most of his time doing so, ever since he could remember, whether he wanted to or not. He never could afford to settle down, you see. Especially when the ideas of revolution started haunting his mind and his presence was made noticed.
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He finally stopped. He looked up at the sky and admired the rising moon. It was not the colorful duo that watched over his home, but this large, yellowed disk had its own grace. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, simply listening to the soft sounds around him.
After a few moments of relaxation, he sat, taking the parcel from under his arm and opening it. It was simply a couple of morsels and something to drink. Setting it on his lap, he admired the moon as he ate in silence.
“Truly a perfect world” he thought. “Had only our home been like this…maybe our kin would have truly been happy.”
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