havenmods | 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 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:
Name: Your name or nickname Contact Info: Email, plurk, IM... as long as there's a way to contact you, it's fine! Other Characters Played: Any other characters you play at Haven. Preferred Apartment: If you have no preferred apartment, just put None. Character Name: Names and nicknames, in Western order (first name, surname) Canon: Canon Point: Where in the series are you taking them from? Background/History: A link to a source about the canon is fine for this. Previous Game History: At least two paragraphs on important events for the character and how they have been shaped by the previous game. If this is not applicable, please delete this section. Personality: This is the most important section! There is no specific word count, but anything less than three paragraphs likely isn't detailed enough. Abilities/Powers: Please assume canon-blindness and explain in as much detail as possible. Items/Weapons: Which three items and/or weapons will your character arrive with? Sample Entry: At least ten sentences in first person, please. A link to a previous post or thread with the character is also acceptable. Sample Entry Two: A third person sample of at least two paragraphs.

To apply for an original character, please fill out this form:
Name: Your name or nickname Contact Info: Email, plurk, IM... as long as there's a way to contact you, it's fine! Other Characters Played: Any other characters you play at Haven. Preferred Apartment: If you have no preferred apartment, just put None. Character Name: Names and nicknames, in Western order (first name, surname) Background/History: At least three paragraphs, please. Try to focus on events in the world history that have had an impact on the character. Previous Game History: At least two paragraphs on important events for the character and how they have been shaped by the previous game. If this is not applicable, please delete this section. Personality: This is the most important section! There is no specific word count, but anything less than three paragraphs likely isn't detailed enough. Abilities/Powers: Please explain in as much detail as possible. Items/Weapons: Which three items and/or weapons will your character arrive with? Sample Entry: At least ten sentences in first person, please. A link to a previous post or thread under a year old with the character is also acceptable. Sample Entry Two: A third person sample of at least two paragraphs.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Items/Weapons: Rabbit's goggles, his accordion, and an extra faceplate!
Sample Entry: Huh-za-what? What-what-what is this?

[The mechanical voice to stutter over the city's network is riddled with clicks and whirrrrs as the unseen automaton inspects his own phone curiously. Steam puffs from his crooked mouth straight into the receiver, giving his audience a quick round burst of static in their ears before he continues.]

Th'Spine? Is this some kinda joke, big guy? [His voice drops down for an impossibly low and robotic HA. HA. before returning to normal.] I thought humor had been left outta yer programmin' co-completely. Pappy had to make room for that stick-in-da-mud personality o' yours, didn't he?

... [Silence.] Spine? Spine! Are ya ignorin' me now?! [Rabbit releases an irritated huff at the offense of being ignored.] The backbone on that guy...

[Another pause. Nope, The Spine sure would have leapt on him for that pun, so his must be someone else entirely.]

Okay, so if it ain't my brother on the other end of this t-t-t-telephone conversation, then just who's there?
Sample Entry Two: It was unspoken rule among the Walter Manor residents that Rabbit was not to be disturbed during his daily visits with Colonel Walter the First.

Though privacy had never been an issue among the other robots and humans that resided there - the lack of doors took care of that silly notion - it hadn't taken very long for newcomers of the family to understand the importance of an exception when it came to Rabbit. One too many times of accidentally stumbling upon the copper automaton in a vulnerable position, the sight of oil slicked down his man-made face and staining the red trim of his vest had taught the others quickly enough to give the robot space when he was conversing privately with his creator.

So Rabbit was inwardly grateful for the distance. He told the others he enjoyed feeding the ducks and they never had the heart to correct him.

But today was different.

Rabbit was planted unceremoniously under the tree that kept his creator out of the bright California sun, leaning against the trunk with his spindly arms crossed over his chest. There was a constant stream of steam rising from the vents on either side of his face, his gaze focused firmly on the lake beside the family cemetery. Usually he preferred to kneel during these encounters, to physically touch the cold stone and the hard earth and the damp grass, as if the deceased form beneath him could feel his metal fingers and know that his creation was desperately attempting to make some form of contact with his departed soul. But decades upon decades of routine were coming to a close.

The times were changing and as much as he stubbornly attempted to fight it, Rabbit was changing along with them.

The copper robot's creaky, aching knees were no longer able to bend or carry the full weight of his clockwork body as they once could. They went out without warning now, jerking violently and stiffening up at the most inconvenient of moments, leaving Rabbit in awkward positions until someone more able-bodied could come to his rescue. What had once been crowd-pleasing tics and stutters had transformed into into very real, terrifying malfunctions, moments in lost time where Rabbit felt trapped within his own out of control, glitching body.

And simply finding the balance and leg strength to stand up from a seated position? That had become practically impossible without The Spine's steady hand supporting him through the motion he had once managed to achieve with ease.

Yes, Rabbit was one hundred and sixteen years old, the same as his two brothers, but unlike them, he felt every single year of it.

When he finally spoke aloud, voice unnaturally soft and thoughtful for such a usually boisterous and upbeat personality, Rabbit tore his glowing eyes away from the ducks with a puff of steam, finally looking to the ornate tombstone in front of him. His gaze still avoided the words that were carved deeply into rock.

"I miss ya, Pappy." A deafening pause. Reaching up to adjust the brim of his hat, Rabbit's fingers brushed the goggles that had once been given to him so long ago by the same man. The memory was searing, his metal hand quickly retreating as if actually burned. He continued on: "Seventy years you've been g-g-g-gone-" An unnatural twitch of his head as his voice box stuck briefly. "-and it still hurts. It's never gonna go a-away, is itttttt?"

Of course it wouldn't, he rationalized with a mechanical whirr, a touch of bitterness at the edge of his thoughts. If seventy years hadn't been enough to ease the emptiness in his chest or the heavy weight pressing down upon his hunched copper shoulders, what difference could another decade possibly do? Or a century at that?

His father was dead. His best friend of forty-six years had passed away in his sleep while Rabbit had been on the other side of the world, away from his side. The man who had given him life, patiently taught him to speak, put up with his terrible puns, had lovingly called him 'son' alongside his own biological children, who had wept pained tears when Rabbit had been enlisted to war...

The robot quickly pushed those thoughts aside before oil could begin leaking from his optics again. Best to change the conversation topic to something that wouldn't leave his face stained for their big performance that evening.

"We got another gig tonight. Real fancy place. We'll be rubbin' elbows with b-big Hollywood types! Well, not literally, but, uh..." Another pause filled only by the soft turning of his internal gears. "Ya know, Th'Jon hasn't changed in the slightest. I'm beginning t' think he never will. Still seein' t' world like a-a-a little kid. You'd think livin' a h-hundred an' six-sixteen years would'a taken some of the curiosity outta him, but nope. Still runnin' from here t' there, always askin' questions, always s-smilin'... An' Th'Spine!" The copper automaton huffed in irritation. "Still livin' with that s-s-ssssstupid idea of wantin' to be human! Got his heart stomped all over yet again by another c-c-c-cold, fleshy dame. I keep tellin' him-" Rabbit's metal chest puffed out. He was created to entertain, after all. The performer in him never would quit. "-'Th'Spine, you gotta leave these thoughts behind ya! Be proud of what you are, of how P-Pappy made you! Ain't nothing wrong with being a robut'!"

His posture deflated at the end of his imitation with a literally creak, neck snapping to the side violently. Reaching up, Rabbit adjusted his head with a nonchalant twist before continuing.

"But, you remember h-how he is. Just as stuck in the clouds as Jon sometimes, I swear. It's kind-kind-kinda funny how so little has changed with the two of 'em. Even after all this time." Rabbit felt a familiar presence in the nearby vincity and a swift glance back to the manor confirmed his suspicions: a pair of glowing green eyes watching him through the kitchen window. Well, it must be time to wrap this visit up.

Rabbit pushed himself away from the tree, limbs jerking shakily as he found stable footing. Approaching the tombstone with a clank, he allowed his fingers to drop down and touch the stone. His tone lowered even further, keeping the one-sided conversation between father and son out of The Spine's inhuman hearing range.

"They miss ya too. Even if they don't visit as often as me-me-me, I can tell." Rabbit heaved a final sigh, steam flowing from his mouth as he gave the tombstone of his creator a fond pat.

"Love ya, Pappy. I'll be back t-tomorrow."

Thank you for applying to Haven.
Your application is in the queue and will be processed on July 19th.

Congratulations on being accepted, Rabbit Walter. You will be living in apartment #2.003, and your tag is character: rabbit walter. Please use this tag when you are the poster of the entry or log, and when you tag into an entry or log, thank you. Please note that tags will not show up on the tag list until they have been entered manually once, this does not mean we have forgotten to give your character a tag.

Please make sure to complete the following:

-> Join havenrpg, havenooc and havenlogs.
-> Optionally join havenmemes, the Haven Meme community, and haventest, the Haven Test Drive community.
-> Fill out this form.
-> Fill out your details on the taken characters page.
-> Check out who you'll be sharing an apartment with on the apartment listings.
-> Introduce yourself in the OOC community.
-> Make sure you have read this guide

IMPORTANT: An IC mingle log will go up on Saturday at 7PM EST, where new characters can intro with the rest of the game. Feel free to join the communities and introduce yourself OOCly before then.

Applications

Rabbit / Steam Powered Giraffe / Reserved 2/2

Re: Rabbit / Steam Powered Giraffe / Reserved 2/2

-> ACCEPTED