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Haven Mods ([personal profile] havenmods) wrote2012-09-10 02:03 am
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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:
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[personal profile] thugg 2012-12-02 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Sample Entry:
[ a video starts up and there's a red-suited, clearly teenage girl staring in, brown hair curling around her face. her mask is eerie and blank. ]

So stop me if you've heard this one before. A superhero walks into a probably zombie-infested ghost town with no wi-fi, Internet connection, blue-tooth, or television. Or anything that makes a teenager's life worth existing. The superhero then turns around and walks right back out of that town because she apparently has some brains enough to not get stuck in Twin Peaks.

[ pause for effect ]

Anyone? Anyone?

Okay, I know that's not great. And I wish I could say that superhero was me, but alas, she's not. Considering I'm sitting here, talking to you folks -- or maybe no one. And seriously, how am I supposed to watch Twin Peaks when I'm living it. That's pretty meta, and that's way past my shtick.

[ she pauses, looking around ]

So here's the deal. If this place does turn into a zombie town, I get dibs on the shotguns. I mean, I totally look like someone who'd be the shotgun-toting gal of the group, right? I also refuse to be the last person going anywhere. Or the first. I mean, come on, I'm too cute to get my brains sucked out, am I right?

[ another pause, but this time, it's pretty awkward, as she shifts and then ]

And uh, where are the words here?

[ disconnect ]


Sample Entry Two:
Despite the fact that her Spider Sense was not going off at the sound of that lady's voice and she was pretty sure she wasn't in any danger, the first thing she wanted to do when she got here was run for the hills. So she did. Except there weren't any hills. And she didn't run.

So she web-swung for the nearest highest building and clung.

That seemed like a better idea anyways.

In the end, here she was in some foreign city, looking it over and taking in the cityscape. It really wasn't that different from New York City in the end. Sure, there were some subtle changes and the like, but it was a bustling area with people going to and fro, taxis crowded on every street corner, the smell of crime in the area. Ah, felt just like home. Except there was the whole, being kidnapped from her world thing and possibly Iron Man having something to do with this and that creepy lady on the screen that gave her the communicator and dog tags? What was she, Logan?

Alright, she was freaked.

As chill as she'd like to come off.... to no one, she was scared. She had no idea how she got here, what she was supposed to do now that she was here, and no idea where she'd start. She was used to being alone, sure, but not... not like this. Jessica frowned, clambering all the way up along the wall before pulling herself onto the roof, curling up in a back corner against a wall. She wasn't -- no, she wasn't going to cry. She hadn't for a while. She was just... it was easier to think this way, gathered around herself, arms around her knees. She just needed to think -- figure out what she was going to do and maybe --

Oh god, she was never going to get home, was she?

It wasn't like she had anything back home, sure. She had her crappy apartment and her attempts at being a hero, and maybe she had a -- a friend or something? But, no, nothing like Peter. She didn't have Aunt May or Gwen or MJ --

Jessica's brows furrowed as she stared out at the night sky, watching the smoke rise.

She definitely didn't have MJ and that just made her heart churn a little. She missed her a lot. Sometimes, she would swing over the high school just to get a peek at her before realizing that it was a bad idea and that she promised herself she would stay out of her life. And every time she told herself that, it hurt her heart. It hurt her all over. She loved Mary Jane. She loved her with all her heart and -- god, she was going to cry again, wasn't she? And she just promised herself that she wouldn't. Jessica buried her face in her arms, bringing a hand to grab at the back of her head. This was pathetic. She was pathetic. She couldn't last ten minutes in some crazy other-city without weeping like a little kid. But this -- this sucked! Could anyone blame her?

She wasn't allowed one single minute of peace. Not one. She wasn't even him and she couldn't get off easy. Well, she was him, but... No, she wasn't doing that in her head. She didn't need time for that either.

She'd... she'd have to get a hold of Peter. Find out where he was. Maybe he was here or maybe... maybe there was a way to reach home.

(Johhny. Johnny too. She couldn't just leave him hanging like that. She couldn't believe she might be feeling this way.)

She couldn't believe she was sitting on a deserted rooftop, questioning her future love life. Wasn't she supposed to be gay?

Jessica groaned and brought both hands up to her hair now, ruffling it so that it puffed up around her face like a lion's mane before looking around once more. She couldn't even really see the stars. They barely twinkled out at her, not that it was much different in Queens. Except the view from her apartment was not as good. But she preferred hanging out on rooftops anyways. It was easier to think up here, easier to possibly go crazy. She probably already was, with the way things were turning out. Maybe this was just a horrible dream and she'd wake up in her crappy cot in her crappy apartment with her crappy life.

Would Negative Nancy raise her hand?

She needed to figure things out. Spider-woman needed to figure things out. If she could -- if she could do Roxxon, this was nothing, right? So she reassured herself. Come on, girl, get yourself together. She was smarter than the average adult and definitely smarter than the average teenager. Iron Man complimented her (or Peter -- technicalities) for god's sake! (What was with him, by the way? Ultimates lose its funding or something?)

Whatever. She glanced down to stare at the dog tags she had been clutching in her hand, the communicator in the other.

Well, here goes nothing.