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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.
✗ 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.
Re: { [CANON] Alfred F. Jones || Axis Powers Hetalia || Reserve || 2 of 2 }
Alright guys, really funny. Where’s the cameras? I don’t got time for this, there’s work for the hero to do!
[Alfred says this with no little amount of the usual enthusiasm, a wide grin on his face even though he was nervous about where he was. Clearly it had to be another nation playing tricks on him, or else he must have accidentally signed up for some television show. He was not sure which show would really have the legal right to, for all intents and purposes, kidnap him. But he would get to get to the bottom of it eventually. Sooner better than later.]
Third Person: Being the leader of the meeting was a tough job, but Alfred figured that someone had to do it. On occasion though, the mixture of personalities clashing with each other in the confines of their meeting room was just…way too much. The other older nations were always arguing with each other, and well…he had to agree with Germany on one thing. He was sick of all this arguing. Nothing was accomplished. Even the ideas he gave which didn’t concern frivolous heroic figures were well-ignored for England and France arguing with one another, the Asians passive-aggressively regarding each other, Italy doing something pasta-related and likely irrelevant…the list went on.
He couldn’t help but be annoyed and sick of it. Thankfully, so long as he took it easy later, it was easy to deal with them. And besides, he got back in his own way. Whenever Arthur would make fun of him for something he tried to say, something relevant…well the next time it came around, he’d say something really stupid and give the man a reason to scorn him. It was fun to rile England up, sometimes the arguments weren’t all that bad. He could almost see why Francis got a kick out of it.
A small part of him nagged and reminded him that paying such attention to Arthur meant something, and that if he was smart, he’d let it go. It told him that he wasn’t going to get anything from pissing off the former British Empire that he tore himself from, and that it wasn’t fair to either of them anyway.
The American had to wonder why? Was it really so bad to be closer? They’d been close before, a stupid Revolution from centuries past…could be forgotten. Except he knew Arthur would never forget. He’d never let it go. And as he headed to his temporary hotel home, he was only proven all the more right, as his path was crossed by an irate, thick-accented, and obviously drunken Brit.
A sigh left his lips. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. And it wouldn’t be the last. That was alright, he didn’t mind. It was an excuse, he supposed, to take care of the one who had taken care of him for so long.