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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] Graham Humbert / The Huntsman || Once Upon A Time || reserved || 1 of 3

[personal profile] heartless_huntsman 2013-01-26 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
First Person: [ If this is what lies beyond the end of the proverbial tunnel, it must be said that he finds it a little anticlimactic. A train ride to yet another quiet little town, and that’s it? He supposes it’s a good thing he never was one for religion, or he’d be feeling really screwed over right now. Not that he’s an expert, but the afterlife ought to have a little more pathos to it, he feels. There is of course that quite frankly creepy feeling of being watched, but that doesn’t exactly make him feel more positive about this lonely version of the great beyond. Figures that he’d end up alone.

He reaches into his pocket and takes out the strange… watch-like thing that he found in it during the train ride. He’s been fiddling with it for a while and has discovered that there seems to be different modes of communication available, though it’s a mystery to him who he’s supposed to be communicating with. With a bit of a shrug he flips it open and manages to ge1t the setting to be video.
]

On the off chance that this thing actually does any good… is there anybody out there?

Third Person: It felt good to leave the city behind. He’d never felt quite at home in the confined spaces of human existence even before he got his memories back, but now he’d felt the call of the trees and the open sky more strongly with every passing night. Just like the Evil Queen’s palace, the City was a cage, and he could not abide those.

His strides were long and sure as he walked, steadily heading towards what appeared to be a distant forest. He could tell that it would take some time to get there, but he wasn’t bothered by that. He took a deep breath, enjoying the simple pleasure of movement. Of feeling yourself strong and full of life. This wasn’t death after all. He, somehow, was not dead. It was a mystery he intended to solve, but in order to do that he needed to get away from all those oppressing walls.

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the need for protection. Wolves have dens too, as do many other living things. What baffled him was the fact that people let the walls creep into their minds as well. Had someone been present to express this opinion to he might have done so, whereupon said someone might have observed that he was hardly an innocent himself in this regard. How hard had he not worked on the wall he’d thrown up between himself and humanity?

As it was, he was left to his slight hypocrisy as his steps carried him ever further away from anyone able to engage him in conversation. He would come to miss it soon, the presence of other people, and then he would return. It had always been his way, and now he could admit it, too. It was no longer a shameful thing to him that part of him wished to be around human beings, that he needed them, because now another part of him found it completely natural. It was a conflict that paradoxically gave him some peace.

But in order to return, one must first leave, and so Graham kept walking away from the pocket of relative civilization in this strange little world he’d found himself in, thinking that it seemed as if he’d escaped one curse only to get caught in another. Some might say that at least he was alive, but it had never been his way to think like that. He was alive, but at what cost?