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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!)




speculates: ({ demanding)

items + samples

[personal profile] speculates 2012-06-24 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Items on their Person:
his Belstaff peacoat
scarf
suit and dark shirt.
iPhone
handgun

Samples; (All samples must be set in the game's universe)
First Person Sample:

Right. [ the man speaking is by no means frazzled. though he would prefer text over blatantly showing his face over some network but...] What do we have? A disembodied, nauseatingly pleasant voice, a statement that's supposed to make us believe we're fictitious, [ as if. ] oh and that's right. Walking corpses.

Technically, an impossibility, and yet, here they are, with every highly cannibalistic tendencies.[ he takes a short pause, if only to glance around the area, before his attention, however disinterested he might look, flickers back to the device at hand. he hasn't really seen any of the zombie survival movies. because why on earth would that even interest him. he was sure John would have a remark about the irony of the situation. ] If none of you've figured it out yet? Aim for the head. Don't stay too long in one area.

And if any of you have seen a man by the name of John Watson -- [ there's another beat, hesitation.] Let me know.

( and just in case, here is a link to a thread at the test drive meme )
Third Person Sample:
He checks his own phone, instead choosing to ignore the device he woke up next to. Though the action yields little results, a the phone remains dead in his hand.

His a frown, a mild sigh as he calms his breathing, he slides it back into his pocket, he other hand almost casually holding his handgun. His lungs tighten with the sting of the sprint he had to pull to avoid the crowd of undead - a phenomenon that isn't even supposed to exist.

Every part of this place seemed terribly...off. This Human Regenesis Program sounded like utter rubbish, and if it had existed why hasn't he heard about it until now? And he shouldn't even be allowed to start on the very idea of being taken out of someone else's imagination. Him. Sherlock Holmes. If anything, this was a cheap ploy to weed the emotionally unstable out early on, to make them question the validity of their existence.

Now, what did he know? He knew he wasn't the only one dumped into this place - dumped, because he could find no better or more appropriate word for it. The location...it irritated him that through the ruined state of this entire place, he failed to even recognize an approximate location. The architecture was almost deliberately generic. Unremarkable. Boring.

Oh god, if running away from corpses and maybe, maybe being made to interact with other was all this place had to really offer...he might need to get creative.

He stills his steps, a sudden rigidity to his spine as he hears the clear scraping of movement to the farther right, behind him. His index finger slides to the trigger as he glances over the raised collar of his coat, pale eyes scanning the area. Noting every broken wall, crack in the pavement, shadow. Movement of any kind.

It's close. He's giving it at best, ten seconds to turn the corner, and given the rotting state of its brain, another six to eight seconds to notice him. That gives him maximum eighteen seconds to already know where to run to.

His eyes dart in front of him as he begins a slow walk. Go to the left? Apartment building. Plenty of rooms to hide, but plenty of room to run into more of those things. And not enough bullets to engage in full on contact. He'll need a better weapon.

Straight? Too long of a run to a single-story cafe. Useless.

Right? Warehouse. Perhaps a hundred ten meter sprint. Doable. Warehouse yields two stories, and an overview of the ground floor, if the predictability of architecture is followed through in the interior as well. Warehouse also might yield useful supplies. At least some long and blunt tool.

He had twelve seconds left. Apartment or warehouse? Right, he's going to go right.

Sherlock is quick to push himself to a run just as that corpse rounds into view. He hears the snarl, throws a glance over his shoulder, before looking ahead. Twenty meters left.

He swings the door, sets it shut as his gun is raised, aimed into the warehouse, back pressing against said door. He stills his breath, no inhale. Just listens, looks.

He's alone. Brilliant.

Additional Information: n/a