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APPLICATIONS.

APPLICATIONS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED.

Applications open on July 24 at 12:01AM EST. Please post your applications on this page!

You may app up to two characters per round. The total amount of characters you may have at this time is four. You may have two characters from the same canon, however these characters can not have met or will have no reason to do so in the future. We will decide this on a case-by-case basis.

Reserves are not a requirement. However, a reserve is an excellent way to state your intentions and to give us a heads up to research your canon and character so that we can process it faster.

If you are asked for revisions, then you have seventy-two hours to reply to the comment with what we have asked.

If you would like details on a rejection then you may PM the mod account or reply to the comment and we will be as detailed as possible.

_________applications.

ooc info;
Name: (Your online handle.)
Age: (Your age. Unfortunately, players below the age of 16 are not allowed.)
Ways to contact: (Email, AIM, Plurk, etc.)
Characters currently played: (List of characters currently played in the game. Character limit is currently 4.)

character info;
Character Name: (Your character's full name, in Western order. The characters may call themselves whatever they wish ICly, but for organization's sake we need this.)
Canon: (Name of your character's canon.)
Canon Link: (Link to your character's history/canon, i.e. wikipedia articles/informative fansites/etc.. If it's a particularly obscure canon with very little information available, you may write your own section to give us an overview of your character's history and world background.)
Canon Point: (The point from which your character is pulled i.e. chapter 500, just before the final battle, after confessing their eternal love, etc.)

Character Age: (Your character's age, or approximation thereof. Characters of all ages are allowed, though we request that if a character is under the age of 10, you fill out an additional section detailing their suitability for living in a post-apocalyptic world.)
Character Suitability: (For characters under the age of 10 only. We need to know why the Caretakers would think such a young child would be strong enough to survive a zombie-infested earth and help to rebuild the world.)

Personality: (The meat of the app. Tell to us your character's motivations, their likes and dislikes, strengths, weaknesses, relationships, and anything else you think is important in letting us know what makes them tick. A bunch of words doesn't always mean a good application, and we won't ask for an college essay, but we do require that this section be at least 350 words long, to show us you know what you're talking about and can elaborate appropriately.)

Powers & Abilities: (Briefly describe any supernatural powers or abilities your characters may have i.e. healing spells, super strength, teleportation. Their powers will, of course, be severely dampened upon arriving, but perhaps, if seen as worthy, they can wake up to find it more potent than before.)

Items on their Person: (List any items you character would have had with them upon being taken. Your character has to be holding or touching these items somehow for them to be brought with them. For example, items in the pockets of clothing or in a backpack will be brought along with you. Summoned weapons will also be brought, but they cannot be put back.)

samples;
ALL SAMPLES MUST BE SET IN THE GAME'S UNIVERSE.
First Person Sample: (This is to showcase your character's dialogue, so while you may use [bracket action] when needed, this should be at least 5 spoken sentences. Remember, a sentence has to have a subject and a verb. Monosyllabic sounds do not count toward the minimum. If you're having difficulty thinking up a sample, you may request a Q&A for this portion instead, where we will give you 5 questions to be answered ICly.)

Third Person Sample: (This is a prose portion, meant to showcase your character's thoughts and actions, as well as your own writing ability. Samples must be at least 300 words. Remember to use proper spelling, grammar, and paragraphs.)

Additional Information: (Questions, comments, and additional miscellaneous facts about your character may be added here!)




teamkill: (Default)

ARTHUR | INCEPTION | RESERVED 3/3

[personal profile] teamkill 2012-06-27 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Samples;
First Person Sample:
to anyone reading:

i'm stuck with three other people in the back of a grocery store directly across from — a mall, i think. we've barred ourselves into an office as best we can, but i'm down to my last mag and my last few bullets, and i'm not pulling a john wayne on a bet of a few bullets vs a small handful of whatever's out there.

basically, i'm not seeing a way out of this, and i'd, we'd, appreciate some help. soon. really soon. probably now.

this door isn't going to hold forever.


Third Person Sample:
You weren't real, the pamphlets read, but now you are.

Hours later, those words cling like a disease to the back of Arthur's mind. He tries to shake them, tries to forget because he knows when he's being fucked with, but with every step he takes through this god forsaken city, he remembers. He remembers crumpling the pamphlets in his hand, and the five minutes he'd watched of himself on an outdated television before he'd broken the remote in his desperate attempt to flip the power off.

You weren't real, but now you are, and Arthur can only laugh at the situation he's gotten himself into as he stands there in the heart of the city, borrowed phone in his hand with the city map pulled onto the screen. He has no idea where he's going, or what he's looking for; he just knows he needs to go somewhere, needs to keep walking because if he stops for a second, he's going to start thinking again, and christ, thinking is the last thing he wants to do right now.

He's right across from the park, wedged between a prison and what looks to be a dead end alleyway. The prison's not looking real homey, so Arthur turns away from it and walks one step, two, three . . . and then he stops.

Around the corner, on the street that separates the park from the west end of the city, Arthur hears footsteps. Or—a step, and then the slow drag of a limb across the ground, step, drag, step, drag, step, drag.

He goes cold, reaches for his Glock—

—and is swept from behind, his ankle buckling as he crashes to the ground, Glock scattering across the dirt a few feet away from where he lands. Arthur ends up with his face in the dirt and the gravel, elbow flying back into the half-decayed face of the man—thing, zombie, whatever—pinning him down, clawing at his clothes, his hair. His elbow connects, and he feels bone and tissue and muscle give way, stunning the creature long enough to give Arthur a few seconds to twist around onto his back, drawing a hard knee into his belly.

His arm extends, reaching, reaching, and when his fingers close around the grip of his Glock, Arthur thinks, fuck, and then he thinks, fuck, fumbling with the weight of the gun for a few horrifying seconds before he rights it in his hand.

The man's mouth closes around the barrel of his gun, yellowed teeth gnashing the polymer frame wildly.

Arthur thinks fuck and pulls the trigger.

Additional Information: I'm good!