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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 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.
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:
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Sample 1 (It's CoA test drive, but completely work-safe)
additional first person sample:
—Hey, Rabbit, what kind of stupid ass joke are you playing? Send me back, do you hear me?
[ an expectant and gruff huff escapes, followed by equally expectant silence.]
. . .
[ ...why he is even being expectant, though? ]
This place...
.
.
.
... is really goddamn dark and creepy, what the hell. Where's a fucking light when you need it? ...Wonder if anyone's here. Or ghosts... or whatever.
[ a sudden pause as he hears something. ] ...Shit, that better not be a damn ghost...
HELLO?! REPLIES FROM THE LIVING ONLY, GHOSTS TAKE A NUMBER.
. . .
[irritated sound—] Figures [ —but maybe a little relieved a ghost didn't show up... JUST MAYBE A LITTLE THOUGH. ] Well, what to do, Ragna?
[ a dull groan escapes from him, sounding as if this is the biggest inconvenience to his day yet rather than a possible life altering situation. ] Now I'm really pissed off.
Sample Entry Two:
► Maybe there's something wrong with their family with how they go out of their way to sneak up on and then scare the shit out of everyone, each other included.
But, Ragna's not totally blind to the idea there's another in the church with him suddenly and that's exactly why he doesn't turn at the sound. Instead, he shoos the little rabbit away (who is looking at him confused but will hop away to hide under a pew on the opposite side of the broken one), hands settling and his right gripping at Blood-Scythe that's laying on the ground beside him. Someone's here and they've chosen not to make themselves known (but they haven't made themselves exactly unknown, either).
And that should have been his first and only needed guess. There's that sound of running and Ragna's already getting to his feet (no, no it's not you're not really here you can't be). Carved wood cries under the weight of the other individual and Ragna turns around at his name, eyes narrowing as a name falls from his lips in response.
"Jin!"
He jerks his own weapon up even as he's already shifting back, just in time and just enough for Yukianesa to slice herself up against steel rather than cloth and flesh. Jin's always been faster, Ragna's always relied on strength, and no one could say that even knowing from the beginning that someone was here that it wasn't something of a close call. Not that Ragna acts like he was ever nervous of the situation falling out of his favor. No, instead he's seething, blood temperature rising at the very existence of this situation. To remeet Jin in a church of this size and simplicity, when the last time he saw him in such a similar setting--
—Saya—
It rips open new wounds without ever laying a hand on Ragna.
"Jin, what the hell are you doing here!" he shouts, his tone razer sharp in a pathetic mix of anger, confusion, and concern. Why is he here? (In this city. In this church. In this situation.
In this city in this church in this situation with me.)
He's still somewhere in denial. It just simply can't be that he's in some bumfuck nowhere back ass city in a church he's never been in with a little rabbit cowering under the pews in the dark and with Jin. —Jin of all people, glorifying his traitorous, murderous self with mere sincerity and simplicity. The other's expression unnerves Ragna, enough to a point that, in this place (in this particular little place like a piece of home he'll never have again) that he's slammed into by a heavy dose of deja vu. It causes his vision to distort, and it blacks out once only for a second, a memory of a sick inhuman smile on a child's face (and he can feel his face muscles tense and his grip tighten his weapon's hilt). It flickers back to Jin as he is now and then again to the child (he's hallucinating, he knows this, and yet--).
Then one more time, this an aura of completely different caliber appearing; it's different than Jin smiling at any age—that fucking ghost of a man who took them both from him—
—he blinks and it's just Jin.
Ragna growls, his adrenaline up, his expression accusatory because how could he ever not be and when the fuck would Jin ever realize what he did to her (to them), ANYWAY?
(Don't smile at me, don't you ever smile at me, you bastard. After what you did...!)
But, Ragna's conflict halts itself, as always. It's too quick and too soft and too eager to blame someone else for losing his little brother to the mess he is now (because, you know it's easy to blame the one who took his sanity and broke it apart--)
(--there I go again. But, if you think I'll forget just because I'm here and you're not--)
Ragna lowers Blood-Scythe to his side, away from its defensive position when it's clear Jin isn't coming forward with another attack. He stares through the poor lighting. His gaze hardens at the NOL major that addresses him so endearingly before it changes. His eyes turn apathetic, his stance becomes lax, and all the while even with Jin's step forward Ragna doesn't move. It's a display of outward disinterest in dealing with what is a bother (you're always a fucking bother--)
Ragna lowers Blood-Scythe to his side, away from its defensive position when it's clear Jin isn't coming forward with another attack. He stares through the poor lighting. His gaze hardens at the NOL major that addresses him so endearingly before it changes. His eyes turn apathetic, his stance becomes lax, and all the while even with Jin's step forward Ragna doesn't move. It's a display of outward disinterest in dealing with what is a bother (you're always a fucking bother--)
"Don't kid yourself."
His tone is impatient, so frustrated already by so little, voice echoing in impatience throughout the church.
They're standing all but in complete blackness, outside grey light shining through stained glass and a few high hung lanterns over the alter the only visual aid.
-> ACCEPTED