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Applications Two

APPLICATIONS ARE CLOSED!
The next application opening date is Friday 16th January, 7pm EST.
The next application processing date is Friday 23rd January, 7pm EST.
IMPORTANT: PLEASE POST YOUR APPLICATIONS HERE ON THE NEW APPLICATION PAGE
We're so glad you're thinking of joining us in Haven, where we are all safe.
In order to apply for a canon character, please fill out the information below and post it in a comment in this entry. For an OC, please apply using the OC information. Please do not link to applications, all applications must be posted here. Please do not delete your applications; if you do not want it to be seen, you can request for it to be screened after a decision is made.
You may apply for two characters every application round, to a total of six characters. Only two of these may be from the same canon, and they cannot be too familiar with one another. Please make sure to mark the header of your comment(s) with RESERVED or NOT RESERVED, as well as the character name and canon. App challenges are not allowed currently.
Try to remember spelling and grammar are important, and in app length quality and not quantity is what matters. All parts of the application must be your own work, plagiarism will not be tolerated, though you are welcome to reuse your own old applications.
If you are asked for revisions, please don't panic! It doesn't mean the mods don't like you, only that we probably need more information before making a decision. If you are asked for revisions, you will have one week to supply them.
Applications are open on a monthly cycle, where they will be opened on the second Friday of every month for a week, and then processed on the third Friday of the month, before being closed again.
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.
While we encourage players who have dropped to re-join us, we do not encourage the continual rapid dropping and re-apping of the same character in a short time period. You are welcome to request specific housing, and all attempts will be made to accommodate that request, but it may not always be possible.
To see what we are looking for:
Canon Characters:
Sample Application (Faith Lehane)
Sample Application (Iroh)
Original Characters:
Sample Application (Mors)
Sample Application (Vera de Barr)
Sample Application (Malkus Iverwelling)
Previous Game History:
Sample Application (Abel Nightroad/Mayfield RPG)
Sample Application (Bolin/Discedo)
The old application post can be found here if you would like to look through past accepted applications.
Applications will be open on the following dates (from 7pm EST):
12th-19th December
16th-23rd January
Applications will be processed on the following dates (at 7pm EST):
19th December
23rd January
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Sample Entry Two: Since previous threads are allowed, I hope you don't mind me making up my own setting for a sample?
(Set in a hypothetical scenario where bodies are taking longer to vanish after death in North Haven.)
“There now, chin up, we've gone through much worse, haven't we? Yao corp must be losing their touch.” The army doctor murmured reassuringly to the silent form beside him, before taking their pulse and gently easing the eyelids of the now deceased resident shut. This, John thought grimly, was something he did not miss.
Mycroft only had it half right. It wasn't the war John had longed for, it was his sense of duty. The dead bodies, the bullets flying overhead, the misery of his aching limbs, he could do without all of that. What he really wanted was to be where he was needed and the adrenaline rush to accomplish what was asked of him. Afghanistan had been that for him once and John had barely survived being ripped from it prematurely, how Haven expected him to cope through it a second time, he hadn't the faintest.
Unlike then, however, this time John knew where he belonged, he belonged at the side of one Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock, who was as brilliant as he was an idiot. Sherlock, who only weeks ago called John his friend as if it was the most sincere thing he had ever confessed; as if that simple of a label really meant something. John couldn't abandon the arrogant sod now, not when the genius was just as likely to be attacked by terrorists as he was to blow up their flat out of boredom.
John made his way to the next fallen form. Fortune had allowed him to bring one pocket notebook; the one which stupidly had the letters UMQRA wasting the entire first page. He should be using it to draft out his blog to continue his therapy, in a place like this, he's bound to need it; never mind that it would all be erased the moment it left North Haven. Yes, that is obviously what he should use it for... Instead John found himself writing useless facts, cataloging every insignificant detail that caught his eye for barely a moment. Data for Sherlock when he arrived. If he should arrive. Which he won't... John shouldn't want him to. He wouldn't be able to investigate murders for one thing.
The odd occurrence of leftover corpses today aside, things were different here, John knew, he had seen. Haven never left behind the bodies of their dead for long. Apparently if a death is swift enough, if enough of the body is destroyed, a person could be revived with all of our limbs still intact, but there seemed to be no exact science to it, no specifics. If someone lost their arm and then died, what if they still woke up without it? It was a chance John refused to take. Grateful to be stitching the arm of a cadaver, if only because of how woefully short his supply of anesthetics were, John paused mid-suture to marvel morbidly at how much precision he had been able to coax out of the hand that should be racked with intermittent tremors.
'Well done Haven, can't argue there', he thought with bitterly, one thing was for certain, he was never bored.
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