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Applications Three

APPLICATIONS ARE CLOSED!
RESERVATIONS ARE OPENED!
NOTE: APPLICATIONS WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED OR PROCESSED FOR APRIL, DUE TO A CURRENT DISCUSSION ON THE GAME'S FUTURE.
RESERVATIONS WILL REMAIN OPEN FOR A LONGER PERIOD.
MAY APPLICATION CYCLE WILL BE POSTED HERE AS SOON AS IT IS DETERMINED.
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 posts can be found here and here if you would like to look through past accepted applications.
Applications will be open on the following dates (from 7pm EST):
10th-17th April
8th-15th May
Applications will be processed on the following dates (at 7pm EST):
17th April
15th May
To apply for a canon character, please fill out this form:
To apply for an original character, please fill out this form:
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Sample Entry Two: For a man who prided himself on having control over his emotions, Alvin never actually took the time to allow feelings of helplessness to set in, never gave them the chance. He had his mother to work for, to nurse back to health, to take home. Where did that disappear to? How did everything fall apart so quickly, so easily? Because his mother was dead? Because Milla sacrificed herself for nothing? Shell was still there, sitting in the sky without so much as a crack in it whilst everything else seemed to be crumbling down on the planet's surface.
Jude was a wreck, Leia was pained to see him so, Elise looked like she'd just lost her family... again, Rowen, the oldest and wisest of the group, didn't even know where to begin directing his meagre words of comfort. And Alvin? He had laughed bitterly when he saw for himself that Shell still sparkled off in the distance. That was all it took for him to feel like a child once more; seeking the warmth of familiarity, yet consistently being denied it. The only difference was that back then, he had his mother to welcome him home. What did he have now? A broken party, a heavy heart, and twenty long years wasted on a lost cause.
He laughed. It was a hollow sound, devoid of the casual cheer he would normally so effortlessly ensure was present, and somewhere, in a facet of his mind that didn't feel quite so numb, he felt frustrated with himself, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly why. Perhaps it was because the entire situation was beyond his control. Before, all of the cards were within in his hands; he knew what Gilland was up to, he knew what Jude and Milla's intention were, and he was able to work in between both parties. It was easy back then. Just another day in the life of Alfred Vint Svent. But before he knew it, he was suddenly carrying so much emotional baggage. Baggage that would have been far better off being carelessly tossed aside in favour of his own ideals. But if it had been that simple, he would have done it already, wouldn't he? Jude was too forgiving, Leia was too enthusiastic, Elise was too pure, Rowen too wise, and Milla too goddamn stubborn.
Alvin's train of thought was forcibly brought to a screeching halt as he clutched his head with one hand, giving it a shake to dislodge the memories of his frie-- those people. They were nothing. They had to be, or else--
"That's quite an expression you have on your face there."
It was a woman's voice, soft and polite with the slightest traces of condescendence buried within. Alvin's jaw tightened as he turned his eyes onto her. She was pretty, rather startlingly so. A smooth, even complexion, green eyes, and holy shit a lot of hair. She was smiling gently at him, though it was a deceptive one, never quite reaching the eyes. That much Alvin was certain; he'd pulled that one on people plenty of times before.
"Tell me, how badly do you desire to return home?"
-> ACCEPTED