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rubycitymods) wrote2012-01-13 01:45 pm
rubycitymods) wrote2012-01-13 01:45 pm
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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.
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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: [CANON] ARTHUR KIRKLAND || Axis Powers: Hetalia || No Reserve || 1 of 3
Although at first he can be cold and seems easily irritated, Arthur will quickly warm up to people that he likes. He finds conversation difficult, not for any lack of trying but rather because he often finds it hard to make himself understood, lacking a certain tact that many other European nations are blessed with. When he is annoyed he will usually make a situation worse by arguing long after he really needs to, and since he doesn't like to apologise such things are usually left until the other side gives in. He is incredibly stubborn, and it takes a lot for him to give in once he has decided that he thinks of something in a certain way.
Arthur has gone from being picked on and bullied as a young nation, to a major world power, and is now dealing with the fact that he is no longer one of the world's superpowers (even if his government doesn't want to admit it). He can be quite sensitive about the issue and doesn't like to have it brought up, though rather than making him angry he has a tendency to become melancholy when it is talked about. He still has some personality left over from his days as an Empire, making him occasionally rash and impulsive, and he often thinks that he can do things which are simply beyond his ability. His years of self-imposed isolation have meant that he finds it harder than some to make new friends, and although he will often say that he is perfectly content with being alone, he is of course lying.
He becomes flustered under close scrutiny and if paid compliments, but hates blushing and will often become moody if such a thing happens. Only tolerating teasing from very few people he will come back with biting comments at others, the sharpness of his mind certainly not dulled by his age. However under the right circumstances he can be incredibly sweet, kind and caring, and is capable of being very charming when he wants to be. Arthur has a very chivalrous side when it comes to women, and will always treat them with the utmost respect, holding doors open and pulling out chairs for them, often to the bemusement of other male nations.
If he is relaxed enough with somebody they will discover an entirely new aspect of his personality, very cheeky and fun-loving, but this isn't something that many people get to witness.
The pirate-turned-gentleman can become moody around certain times of the year, even at times which often don't seem clear to anyone else.
It is almost a trademark of Arthur's that he enjoys drinking tea, and he does, almost to an excess and he can sometimes become a little hyperactive because of the amount of caffeine when he has had too much of it and very little to eat. He is currently a recovering alcoholic, after hitting the bottle over 200 years ago and drinking rather steadily since. Although he still slips up at times he tries his best not to drink, since he knows what it does to him more often than not and he doesn't really enjoy being like that (particularly not the morning after, when he simply wants to die). He likes the smell of coffee though he doesn't often drink it.
Arthur can't cook, and he knows that he can't. The one thing that he is capable of making is a full English breakfast, something which he prides himself on, though it is something of a mystery how he can make something with so many components and yet still manage to burn soup.
His magical ability, something that he shares with his brothers as well as Norway, Egypt and Romania, is something which he rarely shows off to other people unless he can trust them not to simply think that he's insane. Despite the fact that his talents have been severely damaged by two centuries of alcohol abuse, he is slowly recovering them and doesn't blow things up half as much as he used to. When he is pushed to an extreme level of emotional upset he will often make jars explode without meaning to, however this happens very rarely.
Re: [CANON] ARTHUR KIRKLAND || Axis Powers: Hetalia || No Reserve || 1 of 3
[When he wakes, he’s disoriented, but that is hardly anything new for the lapsed-recovering alcoholic. His first thought, of course, is that he’s gone on another bender and somehow found himself on the other side of the country (again), however when he opens his eyes and looks out of the train window it is immediately clear to him that this is not England, not Britain, not even Europe by the looks of it. Plains, as far as he could see. A strange feeling comes over him, one of being watched and not by a presence that he thought entirely friendly, but a quick turning in his seat reveals nothing other than the undeniable fact that he is utterly alone.]
What the bloody hell did I drink..?
[It is curiosity, more than the strange urge that he has to disembark that pushes him from the train. The clothes he is wearing are familiar at least, save for… wait, what is this? He pats his pocket, hoping for a ticket stub or something to tell him where the devil he is, and draws out a watch, turning it over in his hands as he steps out onto the platform. A watch, it looks like, but not like any watch he’s ever seen before. He frowns, and looks up and down the deserted train platform. His finger slides along the edge of the watch, unwittingly broadcasting communications to anyone who’s listening.]
Where the hell am I…
Third Person:
‘Til now, I always got by on my own, I never really cared until I met y—‘
Arthur made an irritated sound and smacked his hand against the ‘off’ button of the radio. He was sure that song was dogging him and it was only making it more difficult to concentrate on what he was going to do. What he wanted to do. So far he had attempted three times to get the words out but twice nothing had happened and the third time he had been interrupted and simply shot a snide insult instead. It had done very little to help his cause but he supposed that Alfred had to be used to that kind of thing by now.
He didn’t think that the younger man was on to him, but how could he be? Arthur was rather aware that he was no prize catch and he had spent so many years ridiculing the American nation that it was almost second nature for him to do so. Today, he was going to do it. He was going to tell the idiot how he felt once and for all, for better or worse. The consequences didn’t bear thinking about if it went badly – he knew he’d not feel right showing his face for a while – but he was refusing to allow himself to be beaten by such a foolish thing as a crush on a boy.
Gazing up at the high ceiling of his hotel room, Arthur let out a slow sigh and shook his head. He hated being in this country, but he loved it all the same. There was no other land quite like America, no other place made him feel so bloody insignificant and it drove him insane. Yet, he always felt so remarkably comfortable here. Perhaps that was odd considering his history with it but they were far from Virginia now, and such things didn’t bother him as much when there was nothing around to remind him.
Finally, he rolled out of bed and moved to the bathroom to wash his face and shave the slight crop of stubble that was dusting the lower half of his face. Putting on his tie took too long, and it was when he noticed that his hands were shaking that he had to open the minibar and grab a small bottle of whiskey that he downed in one mouthful. As the liquid burned its way down to his stomach and settled there as an uncomfortable heat, he leaned on the dresser and stared at himself. The past two decades had not been terribly kind to Arthur, and it showed when he stopped to look at his reflection. He was a little too thin, he knew that, and the pallor of his skin was just shy of unhealthy. What bothered him the most were the purplish shadows under his eyes, and had he been a vainer man (one did come to mind) he might have used makeup to cover them.
However, Arthur was not that vain of a man and he took one last look at himself before grabbing his jacket and heading out.