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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
To apply for a canon character, please fill out this form:
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There are drawbacks to this power, however. The first is that an animal's instincts come included with each morph. This means that it's sometimes a gamble to see if the Animorph will be able to control/ignore the animal's innate (sometimes incredible strong) instincts. But even more notably, anyone that stays past the two hour limit will stay trapped as that particular morph forever (this is what's known as a 'nothlit').
Items/Weapons:
+ Morphing suit
+ McCurnin's Clinical Textbook for Veterinary Technicians
Sample Entry: [ Even three years past the end of the war, even after she and the rest of the Animorphs had been out about their identities, Cassie couldn't shake that basic instinct to be overly cautious. She had no idea if the Yeerks were present in this place, in this new dimension. If they had control over the population or not.
If they were hostile or not.
So instead of video, Cassie switches on the voice function. Her tone is friendly, if not a bit confused and cautious: ] Well, this is definitely weird [ yet she should almost be used to it, right? The Ellimist had whisked the Animorphs away to different planets and dimensions on more than one occasion -- a notion that made her confident about her attempt at discretion. ]
So yeah, um. [ Wooo, yeah. Fumble fumble fumble. That's the famous "Earth Mother" Cassie for you. Talking to a group of people had never been her biggest strength, even if it was just her voice. Marco may've enjoyed the limelight and his new-found celebrity status, but it'd never meshed well with her. ] Hi everyone! I'm one of the newbies, if that wasn't obvious enough.
[ But judging by the confused looks on the people that had woken up with her, she wasn't the only one that felt this way. ]
So anyways. Can anyone out there fill me in a little bit more?
Sample Entry Two: It was early, at a time where the city was still sleepy and quiet and the sun had just barely peeked above the horizon. Cassie had taken a bus as close to the outskirts of the city as she could manage, then rode her bike the rest of the way to the forest. Once there, she dismounted and leaned the bike against one of the trees.
She took a deep breath and inhaled the familiar smells of the forest, the earthy scent of leaves and dirt and bark. It caused a dull pang of nostalgia in her, made her miss home a little bit and all the memories that came with it. Cassie had moved out from her parents' house not too soon after the war had ended, and she'd been too busy with her work to come visit all that often. It was a little hard to, when one day she'd find herself in Yellowstone working with Toby and the rest of the Hork-Bajir population, then the next day she'd be whisked off via a private government jet to some rain forest somewhere.
Not that she hadn't completely loved her job. She'd had the opportunities to make a difference once again, to help animals and people and aliens all over the world. But somehow, in the back of her mind, she always wondered if that was terrible of her. If the fact that she enjoyed her life, now, after the war, somehow made her a bad person. The only other person to make it out of the war without some sort of mental breakdown was Marco -- but you could expect that from Marco. He rolled with the punches, he was resilient, adaptive. He looked for the humor in everything.
And Cassie, herself, had done her best to look on the bright side of it all and make peace with what had happened. To recognize that yes, terrible things had happened in the war. They'd lost loved ones. They'd seen horrible things. God, they'd done horrible things. But sometimes you had to acknowledge that, and you had to mourn, but then you had to move forward and lift up your head and take care of what you had now.
And now, Cassie wanted to let herself relax.
So she closed her eyes and concentrated.
Coarse gray fur flowed down her body in waves until it covered her entire body, while her bones cracked, shifted, twisted. Her face pushed forward into the muzzle of a canid, and her nose turned a dark, wet black. Suddenly her senses became sharper -- the air was filled with a thousand different, subtle scents that she could pick out. Her ears could distinguish fainter sounds: the rustle of leaves, the happy slosh of water in a nearby river, the flutter of a bird in a tree far above.
And after a few more seconds, Cassie stood on all fours as a wolf.
It was her original battle morph, the same morph that she'd used so many times to rip out the throats of countless Controllers -- Taxxons, Hork-Bajirs, sometimes even humans. It had always had the potential to be destructive. Less so than everyone else's morphs had been, but that'd been a decision she'd made herself. She hadn't ever wanted to severely injure the Controllers, because she'd known that buried deep down inside those often hate-filled eyes, there was an innocent host. Thus, the wolf morph had been perfect for that.
But even moreso, the wolf was totally at ease in the forest. It may not be her pack's territory here, but it was her native environment, it was home base. And Cassie let herself sink into that ease, that predatory calm, and started out into the forest at a quick trot.
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