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Applications Two
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We now have a test drive community athaventest which is continuously open. Posts there may be used in lieu of a sample in the application. You may also link posts, logs, or threads from other games and memes in lieu of samples, though we ask that they be no more than one year old. As of November 22nd 2014, samples cannot be "where am I" intro posts. The reason for this is that we often find it hard to gauge characterization from those, as most people when immediately in a new surrounding are confused or frightened.
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Canon Characters:
Sample Application (Faith Lehane)
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Sample Application (Mors)
Sample Application (Vera de Barr)
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Sample Application (Abel Nightroad/Mayfield RPG)
Sample Application (Bolin/Discedo)
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16th-23rd January
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But even when he feels like he’s at the end of his rope, losing his mind in the middle of intense panic, he pulls through for the sake of those he loves. He is the detective, the strategist, the one who puts the puzzle pieces together and then jumps into action despite every odd being against him. His greatest character strength is how much he gives of himself to everyone, but it is also a flaw. Stiles will do anything for his Dad, Scott, Lydia, Scott’s mother, Melissa and even his more satellite relationships such as Allison. He’s there to cover them from falling debris and he’s there to support them emotionally. But upon further inspection, there are few that he’ll consciously allow to give as much of themselves to him in return. Every time he’s opened up to his closest friends, it was usually forced through circumstances out of his control such as one of his panic attacks, and even then he managed to diffuse the situation with a witty comment to make them smile and think he’s going to be okay. And for the most part he is okay, he manages his problems well enough and distracts himself by putting everyone’s needs above his own.
This inability to truly let anyone in is likely due to a deep-seeded sense of guilt and self-loathing beginning with his mother and how she died. He’s carried these feelings about her death in his heart in secret for years; it’s likely that not even Scott knows how he feels about it. And so, over time, sarcastic wit became like armor to keep people at a certain distance to, in his mind, keep them safe and to keep from losing them. Loss and abandonment are big fears of his, naturally due to his mother’s passing. And this witty sarcasm has not only become armor to protect others, it’s also become a security blanket for him. The more he snarks and gets under people’s skin or makes them smile, the more secure he feels and at this point it’s just natural. Those fears of loss and abandonment and the guilt and the self-loathing can’t touch him so long as he’s making Lydia or Scott smile, validating his importance to them.
It’s interesting, however, that Stiles has a razor sharp tongue and yet he is very prone to getting tongue-tied. In an instant, Stiles can go from a cutting or funny remark to awkward and fumbling over his words. Usually, this is due to a pretty girl kissing him (something he always looks incredibly confused about no matter how many times it happens), or someone like Derek effectively intimidating him somehow and reminding him that while his sarcastic armor is strong, it won’t hold up against supernatural strength and claws. Other instances where he finds himself struggling with words usually relate to those uncomfortable times when he can’t avoid getting a bit personal with someone and the focus is on him. Or other times, the focus is on them and it’s just plain awkward because he doesn’t know them that well. But whether he’s laying down the sharp wit or tongue-tied, there are many times where he’ll also end up with his foot in his mouth. He tends to say it like it is and sometimes this can get him in trouble, but he’s not oblivious to the reactions of others. He can pick up on when he’s screwed up and said something he shouldn’t have or said something too bluntly or insensitively and immediately he’ll try to repair the damage if it’s a friend.
Of all of his friendships, Scott’s is no doubt the most significant and important in his life. In fact, at the start of the show, it would seem that Scott and Stiles were a two for one deal: where there’s Scott, Stiles is not far behind and neither of them seemed to really branch out much. Scott’s transformation into a werewolf definitely changed everything for them, with both the introduction to the existence of the supernatural and the dramatic change in their social status. But despite all the changes, they didn’t grow apart. Even when Scott struggled to control his werewolf instincts and attempted to kill Stiles and even when Stiles was angry with Scott for kissing Lydia. Stiles’ loyalty to Scott is limitless. In season two, when Scott was being influenced by dark magic urging him to commit suicide by drenching himself in gasoline and lighting himself on fire, Stiles talked him down. He told Scott that he was his brother and that if he was going to do this, then he would just have to take Stiles with him, and with that Stiles stepped into the gasoline puddle, effectively endangering himself and slowly took the flare in Scott’s hand away. And Scott would in turn do anything for Stiles, as can be seen in the recent season when Stiles is possessed by the nogitsune and everyone insists the only solution is to kill him, Scott refuses to believe it, and risks everything to save his best friend.
In season three, Stiles has been faced with great hardships that have whittled at his mind and tested his limits. Throughout the first half of the season, Stiles dealt with the possible death of his father but pulled through and helped to save him. In the second half, Stiles is plagued by intense night terrors that make him question what is real and what isn’t. He experiences dreams within dreams within dreams that feel so vivid and real that upon waking, he isn’t sure he’s actually awake. It doesn’t help that all words become gibberish and he hallucinates riddles in languages he doesn’t understand. All of this is a result of the sacrifice he, Allison and Scott made to save their parents. The ritual opened a door in his mind making him vulnerable to supernatural forces, one of these forces being the nogitsune that took residence in his body and slowly exerted control over him. His trust in his own mind and his carefully placed walls start to crumble when he finds clues indicating that he was responsible for horrific deeds resulting in deaths and attempted murder. It’s evidence of his trust in Scott that he didn’t hesitate to show his best friend these clues despite their incriminating nature. And Scott being the earnest friend he is, told him he believes Stiles, but he also doesn’t believe he’s trying to kill people.
Exhausted from the doubt in his own sanity, Stiles takes Scott’s advice to go home and get some rest, though instead he goes to the hospital where Scott’s mom does her motherly and nurse-ly duties and helps him out. She gives him a sedative to help him sleep since he hasn’t been sleeping much at all in the last few days. And even through all of this turmoil and angst, Stiles still found it in himself to keep being the joker, to keep sending out those witty and sarcastic zingers to make people smile. And later on, after he’s somewhat separated from the nogitsune and he’s in physical and psychological agony and possibly dying, he didn’t care. He still found that spark of wit, held on desperately to his sarcasm and his warmth even though his body was going cold. All he could think about was saving everyone and if he should die to accomplish this, he wouldn’t regret it. Stiles’ resilience and loyalty are part of what make him in irreplaceable part of everyone’s lives.
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Sample Entry:
[Stiles looks up at the peeling billboard with suspicion, squinting unhappily and then rolls his eyes, looking down at his phone screen. Upon seeing his hands, he lets out a shaky breath and meticulously counts his fingers. Finding that he has ten and no extra digits, he runs his hand down his forehead to rest over his eyes.]
Oh pleeease tell me I wasn’t kidnapped by some eastern European cult with a cold war era fixation.
[He lifts his hand off of his eyes and gestures with it sarcastically.] I mean, the slogan is “In Haven, we are all safe… together.” Really? You couldn’t think of anything more creative than that? Well, if you wanted to creep me out, you damn well succeeded!
[His hand drops and then he squints at the phone screen.] Great. No text. This really is the dark ages.
[Then he lets out a breath through puckered lips, blowing out his cheeks and rocking on his heels as he goes over his thoughts and the situation.] Okay. I’m in a dream, and I’m losing my mind even more than I was before. Or… I’m not and my life just reached the apex of the twilight zone weirdness.
[A sigh through his nose and he mutters the next part to himself.] I’m getting really tired of screaming myself awake…
[With a final glance at the phone he closes it and then proceeds to scream at himself to wake up until his throat is hoarse. Ten fingers or no… at this point he’s not sure of anything anymore.]
Sample Entry Two:
For the first time in what felt like months, Stiles woke up from sleep slowly and calmly. For weeks he’d been screaming himself awake after his dreams tortured him with illusions of reality over and over again. And it was the gentle return to consciousness that first had him suspicious of how awake he really was. The last thing he remembered was Melissa giving him a sedative on a hospital bed and falling asleep not long after. And upon further inspection of his surroundings, he found that he was not in a hospital room. In fact, the room that he was in was so far from a hospital room, he was concerned that he could get hepatitis just from looking at the windowsill.
His first instinct was to scream himself into true wakefulness, but something about the situation wasn’t like all the other night terrors. Usually, his dreams would start in his room and sometimes they led him to the nemeton. And then he’d “wake up” in his bed and go about his day until suddenly he was screaming awake for real in his bed. Never before had his dreams transported him somewhere he wasn’t familiar with. You could say that his current environment was too surreal to be fake, if that made any sense.
Cautiously, he got up, trying to stave off the anxiety threatening to choke him. He needed to explore this, needed to be sure of what was going on before acting like a lunatic and screaming his head off. He ran shaking fingers along the bed frames in the room, feeling out their every imperfection to ground himself. And then he pulled his hands into view and counted each finger aloud under his breath. Then he did it again. And again.
Ten. Ten fingers. But… he had a feeling he would need to count them a few more times before he felt secure. But for now he was secure enough and it was time to figure out the situation and see if any of his friends were here too (if it’s real). He turned to approach the window and look out, not quite ready to leave the room.
The city outside looked like something out of one of Soviet Russia’s old satellite countries during the worst of the cold war. And dear god that billboard.
He was seriously questioning his sanity again.
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