havenmods: (Default)
Haven Mods ([personal profile] havenmods) wrote2012-09-10 02:03 am
Entry tags:

Applications


APPLICATIONS ARE OPEN!
The next processing date is Friday 11th October

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 two weeks, 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. If you wish to request a specific apartment, please do so in the relevant part of the application. 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.

Every attempt will be made to place a character in their chosen apartments, though this may not always be possible depending on the slots available.

Applications are open constantly, but are only processed every other Friday at 7PM EST. The Saturday following acceptance, an IC mingle log will be posted for characters to be introduced to the game.

We now have a test drive community at [community profile] haventest 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.

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)

Previous Game History:
Sample Application (Abel Nightroad/Mayfield RPG)
Sample Application (Bolin/Discedo)

Applications will be processed on the following dates:
11th October
25th October
8th November
22nd November
6th December
20th December

To apply for a canon character, please fill out this form:


To apply for an original character, please fill out this form:
esper_magic: (Bunny! Dorky)

Re: Terra Bradford | FF6/Dissidia (Not Reserved) | 4/4

[personal profile] esper_magic 2013-07-16 01:57 am (UTC)(link)



Sample Entry: (Taken from where I played her else game - if I need to come up with something else I can though!) Link! and Link!

Sample Entry Two:

RP Sample: It wasn't often that Terra took her hair out of its ponytail, but sometimes, even her hair got tangled. Thick with enough of a wave to give it a slightly curly appearance, her green hair reached the middle of her back when left down. She rested the Ribbon on the ground beside her, her thoughts elsewhere as she ran a comb through her hair.

When the bluebird alighted on a stump a short distance away, she found it endearing. She'd always felt closer to animals and monsters than she did normal people for some reason. "Hello there." She greeted the bird, continuing to brush her hair, though more slowly so as not to startle it to flying away.

The bird cocked its head at her and chirped, hopping to the ground with a flutter of wings. She blinked in surprise, lowering her hands to her knees, watching in fascination as the bird made tentative little hops towards her. "My you're a bold one, aren't you?" The bird ignored her, pecking at the ground, but hopping ever closer. After a few more half-hearted pecks, the bird fluttered up to perch on the back of her hand, tilting its head with another chirp.

Terra giggled, "Do you want to be friends?" The bird fluttered to the ground next to her, and hopped over to the ribbon, pecking it curiously. "Hey, that's not -" Terra's warning came too short as the bird took the ribbon in its beak and fluttered away. She stared after it, stunned, and promptly jumped up to see where it had gone.

Thankfully, it didn't go far - it had been building a nest in the branches above her. With an annoyed frown, Terra unhooked her sword and set about climbing up into the branches. Yet when she reached the nest, startling the mama bird that proceeded to chirp angrily at her, wings flapping in her face, Terra paused. One hand fended off the bird with some difficulty, until she was forced to jump down again. The ribbon had been thoroughly woven into the nest at that point - really, it wasn't so great a sacrifice that she couldn't go into town and get another.

She sighed, shaking her head. She had really liked that ribbon.

Alternate RP Sample: (Providing two if that's ok to show both her cheery side and her uncertain side because I love these. :D)

Joy. Fear. Excitement. Anger. Love.

They were all things that Terra didn't truly know, or understand - the last one most of all. She didn't understand why people risked so much because they 'loved' others. How could she? She didn't know what those emotions even were. Ever since she was released from the Slave Crown's hold on her, everything had been ripped away with its influence.

No, that wasn't quite right. Her memories were ripped away from the moment that crown had been placed on her head. From the very beginning she didn't know what freedom was, what happiness felt like. Had she? The only thing she was familiar with, even now, was the nervous anxiety that surrounded her entire being.

More than that, there was a power within her - a power she didn't understand, a great power that frightened her, because she often had dreams where someone appeared to be trying to talk to her. Dreams of fire, and an untamed ferocity not unlike a wild beast - men screaming as they fell by a blade - her own hands covered in blood, and the haunting cackle of a man...

But for all of that, when it came down to it, she didn't know who she was. She didn't know WHERE she was. She didn't know... anything. She might have been able to cope better with those horrible dreams, and ... and she wasn't sure what those images were - memories or nightmares - if she only knew who she was. But here, she saw no familiar faces... although in a way that was a relief, for if it had been HIS face. The face of that painted man who haunted her dreams, who had come to Figaro Castle to reclaim her - whose shrill, malicious laughter made her curl into the fetal position with her hands over her head, shaking --

Fear! That was how she felt when she thought of him. She felt afraid. But she didn't like feeling such fear. She wanted to experience the emotions that her friends told her about. She longed to smile with happiness, to cry out in joy, to laugh excitedly - but how? Surely there was some way to discover these emotions, as surely as it would be to find out who - what - she was. Even if it was alone.