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3rd-Jul-2005 08:56 am
Autumn
Real Name & Age:

Character Name & Age:

AIM/MSN/Yahoo:

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Time Zone:

Experience?:

Character's background info?:

Specie of your character:

Why do you think you'd be good as this character?:

Where did you find out about the community?:

Livejournal username for this character?:(REQUIRED)

Sample Entry:


Your sample must be at least one paragraph and can be in either 1st or 3rd form. Have a blast with it. Be a dork. We like dorks.
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4th-Jul-2005 05:31 am (UTC)
I have no idea if I am supposed to put my app here.

Am I?
Tell me and I can move it :x
~!~
Real Name & Age: Anna // 18
Character Name & Age: Julia(n) Alessi Adeline // Variable, but lets say around twenty.
AIM/MSN/Yahoo: AIM: AlexsAutumn/Kokoronomiko MSN: Hirazuki_brat@hotmail.com YIM: Arksandre
E-mail: xfoxfirex@gmail.com
Time Zone: EST
Experience?: Erhm. 6-7 years on and off. About a year consistently...
Character's background info?:

One of the things that might confuse people the most about Julia(n) is just that. (S)he was, at some point in his/her life a Julia, and at some point a Julian. A little mix of magic and modern, maybe a whimsy or two. The story usually goes something about her and the Old Man of the Desert, or Coyote making some sort of evil pact between 'em. Sometimes they say the pact goes all wrong and Julia(n) becomes a Middle. A person who isn't ever really in one direction, instead she's got little pieces of herself/himself everywhere, and fragments choose to come out and speak instead of the whole person. Other times the story goes that Julia(n) wanted it that way because of something that is never mentioned, but always alluded to.

Either way (s)he ends up as Julia(n) and goes back to attempting to be who (s)he was before all that magic went on. Well, as one can guess, it didn't go so well, his/her mind being all scattered around like that. It wasn't as if she was crazy, but try looking out of two different eyes for everything and the world gets a little different. People don't like different too well, and were bound to show it. Thus, we guess, came the end of this part of the story, with Julia(n) ending up on the Island.

But maybe its all just a story...?

Species of your character: (S)he is a Middle. A human which doesn't go in any particular direction, not forward or backward in time... And any direction (s)he does go is balanced out by a movement in the other direction. So say (s)he is Julian for a day, she's Julia for the next, or down the minutes or seconds...even.

Why do you think you'd be good as this character?:

Erhm. Well... I've RP'd either Julia or Julian many times, and they're just an oddball mixbag when put together. I'm a bit of an oddball mixbag... so it works out?

Where did you find out about the community?: rp_library

Livejournal username for this character?:(REQUIRED) I haven't gotten it yet, because I don't want to get an LJ for my character and then get my application rejected ._.;;; but I'm planning on lefthandelirium. ^-^;

4th-Jul-2005 05:31 am (UTC)
Sample Entry:

The wall spoke to her, rough brick brushing against her fingertips the same way people brushed across her hips in clubs. Or the way boys tried to brush against girls in the hallways, eyes raking downward to show some sort of attraction. She let her eyes, one blue and one green, slowly filter down the wall. Red, gray, dirt. Her mind organized it into colorbars, mainly reds, some of them edging into black and white. Chiaoscure, the light and dark of art. A thin hand dipped into the duffle at her unlaced black booted feet, slowly, languidly drawing out a can of acrid green paint.

Verdant Acid. The silver can, complete with green cap, read. With a dreamy smile, more seen on those who have bitten into a divine piece of food than a vandal she shook the spraypaint. The tiny silver ball rattling around went well with the ever present jangle of the jewelry she wore. Seven bracelets on her right arm, five on her left, too many earrings which dangled and got tangled, not to mention the lip ring she kept sucking into her mouth and playing with. Thinking.

She'd like to think of herself as a Day-Glo goddess, armed with her bag of paints and a mind like a child's canvas. Colors, colors, she wanted to break the thick black outlines in her mind and let the brick wall spill onto the sidewalk and into the adjacent buildings. She wanted to see colors bleed and mix. A shake and tilt of her head sent the piles of loose hair and tiny braids across the shoulder of her pink vinyl jacket, the fading dyed strands standing out stark and stiff against the brilliant hue.

Julia had used seven cans of paint before she'd been satisfied, the fine red mist crusting over her palms and yellow fishnets. The swirling, borderline psychadelic rose stared back at her from the wall, all seven paint cans lined up beneath it. She added the stylistic 'J' at the bottom of the painting, marking it as her's, and stood back to look at it once more.

The next morning, Julian scrubbed under his fingernails, trying to get the paintstains out. One blue eye and one green eye watching the cuticles obsessively.

But the thing about Julia and Julian, they smiled the same.
4th-Jul-2005 05:43 am (UTC)
This'll work perfectly. :)
4th-Jul-2005 09:52 am (UTC)
Decided to try for it. x3 Albeit rushed.

Real Name & Age: Bettina // 14, but turning 15 soon. Very soon.

Character Name & Age: Lyr[a used name, he doesn't seem to know his own name]// 13

AIM/MSN/Yahoo: AIM: tenshinoariake | MSN: mooncloud3@hotmail.com | YIM: swallowtail_dreams

E-mail: junsui@gmail.com

Time Zone: GMT+8

Experience?: Give or take three years.

Character's background info?:
Lyr had always been using the name "Lyr" ever since his father sent him away to live with Solaris, so that his father didn't have to kill him for being an Elemental - the beings that everyone feared.

He'd stayed hidden, but then the woman had been dying. He'd saved her, but her husband had killed her because an Elemental'd touched her. They came after him, but Solaris stopped them and told Lyr to run.

When night came, he slept. But by dawn, he'd disappared. No matter how much people try to find the young Elemental of Earth, they never saw him again. The King never saw his son again.

At dawn, Lyr woke to a different surrounding.

Species of your character:
Human/Elemental of Earth

Why do you think you'd be good as this character?:
Lyr was actually taken as a idea from one of my earlier characters, and he was part of a plot in a webcomic that my friends wanted to draw but never came to be. Well... because I know his character? And because it would be fun!

Where did you find out about the community?: rp_library

Livejournal username for this character?:(REQUIRED) Well. lyrofearth seems to be untaken...

Sample Entry:
Lyr studied the carvings on the trees. He had been staring since morning, and though it was near evening, he hadn’t memorized it yet. Maybe just a little while more, he mused, maybe. The boy traced the contours, and he winced at the screaming. “Don’t worry,” the boy whispered so softly that it might have just been the wind, “it’s going to stop hurting soon.”

The screaming lessened, but didn’t stop. Lyr already knew it wouldn’t, because this wasn’t the first day he was in the company of his friends.

“Lyr? Are you still studying the tree?” The boy frowned as he turned to his mentor, his guardian… And he pointed at the scars on the bark. The older man nodded sadly. “There are just some people who don’t care for trees, Lyr, just like there are some people who hate each other. You know that, don’t you?”

Of course Lyr knew. Lyr knew about how his father had hated him, how his father had slapped his mother. How his father hated the strange ability he had. But there were people who didn’t care. Like the friends he had now. He started tracing the carvings again, but this time, he focused hard.

“Lyr? You can’t be thinking…” And he traced it a second time.

The tree sighed blissfully. What are you doing, the tree asked, what are you doing to me? It hurts no more. It hurts no more.

A third time, and this time, his fingers left a glow on the tree, on the carvings. “Lyr…” Lyr turned to his mentor, dipped his head gently, and turned back to study the carvings on the tree.

But there were no more carvings left on the tree.
4th-Jul-2005 06:42 pm (UTC) - Everyone else is doin it sooo...
Real Name & Age: Gabriella 14

Character Name & Age: Kira, 17

AIM/MSN/Yahoo:
Aim-ISickintheheadI
MSN-xxdazzlerxx@hotmail.com
Yahoo-xvxsmileemptysoulxvx@yahoo.com

E-mail:xxsilentscreamsxx@gmail.com

Time Zone: Eastern Daylight Savings

Experience?: Roughly 4 or some years.

Character's background info?: Kira came from a highly abusive household. At the age of 16 she managed to escape the wrath of her family and try to find somewhere else she could go. Desperate and forcefully she made her way making sure no one crossed her path and tried to make her their little puppet. She was a strong-willed woman and didn't need to be controlled by anyone else.

Specie of your character: Faerie

Why do you think you'd be good as this character?: I think I'd be good because for one, I made her so I could be good and two it'd be a nice addition to have a faerie.

Where did you find out about the community?: On
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Real Name & Age: Gabriella 14

Character Name & Age: Kira, 17

AIM/MSN/Yahoo:
Aim-ISickintheheadI
MSN-xxdazzlerxx@hotmail.com
Yahoo-xvxsmileemptysoulxvx@yahoo.com

E-mail:xxsilentscreamsxx@gmail.com

Time Zone: Eastern Daylight Savings

Experience?: Roughly 4 or some years.

Character's background info?: Kira came from a highly abusive household. At the age of 16 she managed to escape the wrath of her family and try to find somewhere else she could go. Desperate and forcefully she made her way making sure no one crossed her path and tried to make her their little puppet. She was a strong-willed woman and didn't need to be controlled by anyone else.

Specie of your character: Faerie

Why do you think you'd be good as this character?: I think I'd be good because for one, I made her so I could be good and two it'd be a nice addition to have a faerie.

Where did you find out about the community?: On <ljuser=rpers_anonymous>

Livejournal username for this character?:(REQUIRED) <lj user=angelickira>

Sample Entry:

The man approached Kira slowly, and she fluttered her wings some laughing. " I can take care of you..." he said softly, but Kira laughed even more. She twirled around him up in the sky, like a fool his body followed her every move, becoming dizzier and dizzier. Kira landed gently on the ground smiling. "How can you take care of me when you fall for such easy trickery. I don't need you to take care of me, I'm well capable of doing it better than you ever could." She turned around swiftly and flew off into the sky, muttering. The man looked at her fly away confused slightly on why she had turned down his offer, but nonetheless, walked to opposite way back to his hut.


4th-Jul-2005 06:49 pm (UTC) - Re: Everyone else is doin it sooo...
(Damned livejournal cut me off sorry, heres the rest)

Kira landed on a rock sighing some. " Why is it that EVERY man I see needs to feel that they need control over me." She talked quietly to herself. Slowly a tear fell down her face, but she wiped it away hastily, grabbing the nearest stick and whacking the ground hard.

"WHY!?!" She screamed enraged. Quickly she whipped the stick across the tree, snaping back at her. She avoided it with a swift movement, avoiding a it to the face. She stomped on the ground, and then landed in a huff.
5th-Jul-2005 05:35 am (UTC)
Real Name & Age: Ally 13

Character Name & Age: Silver 14

AIM/MSN/Yahoo:AIM yellowinsanity42 Yahoo:
wormlike_tail

E-mail: silverlupin@yahoo.com

Time Zone: Central

Experience?: 2 or so years

Character's background info?: Ever since she was nine
Silver has been
pretty much on her own. She had been left without her
memory and
dropped in the middle of a small town. An old man took
her in and
taught her and three other kids her age. Four years
passed and in that
time she had become family with the others. They
helped and provided
for each other using their own talents. Silver was apt
at fighting and
was the smartest out of them all. They were all slowly
coming into
their powers of age, all except for Silver. She seemed
the only one
who couldn't perform even the simplest of magic. Until
one day a
supposed accident occurred and Silver very nearly tore
the building
down. The old man lectured her about why she was the
latest to come to
power. She had the strongest of them all.
So they lived in peace for a few moons but then,quite
suddenly the
very people Silver loved the most, her friends, all
disappeared.
Distressed and distraught she fell asleep far away
from her former
home. She woke up to a place quite unfamiliar.

Specie of your character: Human/Enchantress<--(sounds
kinda oldish but thats the only word that I felt could
describe her powers properly)

Why do you think you'd be good as this character?:
I've actually been
kind of brewing this character for a while now, before
I found this
community. I think she's a lot like me but tougher.
Even though I made
her up, I admire her a lot.

Where did you find out about the community?: rp_library

Livejournal username for this character?:(REQUIRED)silverintellect

Sample Entry:

Silver concentrated, beads of sweat racing down her face. She focused on a tall red oak tree far off in the distance.
"That's it," the old man murmured behind her, "a little more..." Silver stopped, and looked up expectantly as the old man followed suit.
A single leaf burst into flames, lighting the next leaf, and the next. Quite soon the tree was a beacon in the sky. The blazing light danced above the town keeping to the one tree.
"Now Silver, extinguish it!"
She looked up at the fiery flames dancing playfully in the sky a little hesitantly. "Al right..."
She held up a single hand and the fire was doused by a wave of water from nowhere. She sighed and lowered her hand, exhausted. This had only been the fourth lesson for the day, there was still one more. Fighting.
"You know where to bring us Silver," the old man prompted her.
"Of course sir," she said, her eyes taking a distant look.

They appeared in a few moments in a field outside of town. There was a slight breeze blowing the grass and trees somewhat east. Silver looked over at the old man who now blurred into a young boy.
"Al right Silver," his voiced had heightened as well.
Silver didn't wait for any other warning as she ran straight into him knocking him down. Her jet black hair flowed in the breeze as she looked down at him.
"Never hesitate!" he cried as his feet shoved her to the ground.
She swore under her breath and got up. They were matching hand for hand foot for foot now. It was just a matter of one mistake..."Aha!" Silver cried as she managed to grab a hold of his wrist. She twisted it and delivered a powerful blow to his stomach. He went flying across the field.
"Not bad Silver," he said as he blurred back into the old man. "You're getting better."
She smirked, and her eyes caught the distant look again as she transported them both back home.

10th-Jul-2005 01:50 am (UTC)
Real Name & Age: You can call me Tenten, and I am 14 years old.

Character Name & Age: His name is Shannon, and he's also 14 years old.

AIM/MSN/Yahoo: tenshiforgotten, tenshi_forgotten (hotmail), tenshiforgotten

E-mail: tenshi_forgotten@hotmail.com

Time Zone: GMT, I think. (Location: United States, Washington)

Experience: I've done various [Prince of Tennis] RPG's on LJ before, most currently Jirou Akutagawa (doubleyawn) in Dawn of the Dead (tenipuri_dawn) but that one is new, and I've never done original before. I have RPed original just for fun with some friends over AIM however.

Character's Background Info: Shannon can remember some things, but alot of it is fuzzy, and he can't understand it. To make the audience (yes, that's you, the person reading this right now) more intrigued with him, I'll let you know only what he knows. If you can figure more out than he can, well, good for you. Shannon was born in Seattle, Washington of the United States, and went to school, did his homework, had some chores just like everyone else. One thing out of the ordinary however, was that he could seem to talk to people who everyone else said wasn't there. At an early age, he decided not to mention to anyone that he could talk to, what his parents called, "Imaginary Friends."

Specie of your character: Human (Or that's what he is right now. If I can make it fit it, then maybe he'll only be half-human or something like that.)

Why do you think you'd be good as this character: I think I can RP this type of character rather easily. Though, in truth, I've only ever done one other character like him before, and it was a very short RP with a friend of mine.

Where did you find out about the community: I was looking for someone to RP with, got to RPer's Haven, and came here. Reading the userinfo, I decided this could prove to be quite fun.

Livejournal username for this character?: Mind if I make one after I've been approved?

Sample Entry:

"Ne, Shannon-nii? Are you alright?"

Shannon slowly let his eyes open, light streaming into his vision. He took a breath, and then swallowed some of the saliva that was making itself home in his mouth. He gripped something in his right fist, but it merely slipped out. Sand, he thought, as he sat up, grabbing a handful of it and letting it fall back to the ground beside him.

"Shannon?" Looking up at the small creature near his feet, he smiled gently.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Mori." Mori, the name he'd given to the little white and black ball of fluff.

"It's odd. I'm not sure where we are. Normally, I'd know." Mori wasn't lying. No matter where they ended up sometimes, like when he'd gotten lost on the way to his grandmother's house, or when someone gave him bad directions to a birthday party, Mori had always known where they were, why something wasn't quite right. So, why didn't he know now?

"It's odder that we appear to be somewhere no where near home." Because as Shannon turned, he didn't see rocks, like on the seashore near his home, or tall buildings you could always see no matter where in Seattle you were, but thick trees, that he couldn't see to the other side of. And worse, he really did have no idea how they'd gotten there.

"At least we're together!" Mori, ever the optimistic. But Shannon had to agree, at least he wasn't alone.

Extra: I don't have any certain pairings or anything planned for him, but it would be cool to let him have a relationship that starts out as friendship. I'm perfectly fine with RPing sex, but not, say, three days after the two characters meet. Age and gender I really couln't care less about, so whatever floats your boat I guess you could say.
10th-Jul-2005 01:53 am (UTC)
I just realised I pretty much made two characters, didn't I? *hits head*
10th-Jul-2005 01:59 am (UTC) - Stupid non-switcheth
No worries.

http://www.livejournal.com/community/cassesium/2155.html#cutid1

Use both if you please! A cute fluffy thing is sort of a companion and there is nothing wrong with that.
10th-Jul-2005 03:17 am (UTC) - application
Audition form
Real Name & Age: Joan - 17

Character Name & Age:

AIM/MSN/Yahoo: AIM- theatrecello MSN- ghoti276@hotmail.com

E-mail: ghoti276@hotmail.com

Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time

Experience?: None, but everyone has to start somewhere, no?

Character's background info?: She's always known that there has been something different about her. Sometimes she could swear that she could read other's thoughts, at other times she believed she was talking to animals, or making things happen by just thinking about them. What was really odd is that her uncle (her only remaining relative) always seemed to know more about her than she did, but he would never tell her the full story. Her life is full of mystery and magic, like the powers that brought her to the island. One moment she was searching through the attic in her uncle's house that she was forbidden to look at, and the next moment she awakens on a strange island, alone.

Specie of your character: A human, or so she thought. A human-like being with magical powers that haven't quite been defined yet.

Why do you think you'd be good as this character?: I have a large imagination and have always thought about what it would be like to have strange, mysterious powers.

Where did you find out about the community?: a livejournal search for roleplaying communities

Livejournal username for this character?:(REQUIRED)I haven't gotten one yet, I will if this application is accepted.

10th-Jul-2005 03:22 am (UTC) - Re: application
Ah, this application isn't complete.

You didn't give a character name or age. And the background should tell a bit about her family and growing up and such. Also, you didn't supply a sample piece. We need either a first or third sample of your writing as the character.
10th-Jul-2005 03:26 am (UTC) - sample entry + character name and age
Character name and age: Rylie - 17

Rylie didn't feel for a long while, and then the familiar sensations of life slowly creeped back into her weak and frail body. She slowly blinked her eyes open as she tried to remember what had happened. One minute, she was in the forbidden attic of her miserly uncle's mansion and the next she was here. 'Where is here' she thought to herself as she tried to sit up. "Owww" she let out a groan as she laid back down on the soft patch of moss where she had been lying. Realizing that she was in too much pain to physically move anywhere, she decided to be still and look around her as best she could and hope that someone would find her soon.
10th-Jul-2005 03:30 am (UTC) - more background info
Rylie was raised by her Uncle, her only relative. What happened to her parents was unknown entirely to her. All her uncle would tell her is that they died in some type of "accident". She went to boarding schools starting at a very young age, and in the summers she lived with her uncle, mainly playing outside and staying out of the way. When she got old enough to ask questions, he had his servants give her instruments to play and paints to use to keep her quiet. Life went on like this for a long while until that fateful night when she disappeared...
22nd-Aug-2005 11:38 am (UTC)
(Is this game still active? I see nothing about not posting apps here, so here goes...)

Audition form

Real Name & Age: Red - 26

Character Name & Age: Mikhail (Mischa) Petrovich Kuriov - early twenties / Nagi - ageless

AIM/MSN/Yahoo: AIM granitenyte

E-mail: granitenyte@aol.com

Time Zone: Central

Experience?: Ten years or so of AOL chatroom, IM, and message board RP. This would be my first go at LJ-based RP.

Character's background info?: Mischa is a wizard, loosely based on the world created by CJ Cherryh's Rusalka novels. (Highly recommended reading, btw.) He hails from the forests of northwest Russia, somewhere between Moscow, St. Petersburg, and Kiev. His brand of wizardry is based on wishes, and can normally only work within the realm of what is allowable by Mother Nature. The best example is that he can wish for a rock to fly, but in order for this to happen a natural force must lift the rock into the air - a horse running past and kicking it, or a whirlwind descending to pick it up. Once in a while he can work an unnatural magic, but this tends to bring about some severe consequences for him.

The modern era isn't very friendly to wizards or wizardly companions; he often finds himself in some kind of trouble due to an inadvertant wish causing unwanted side-effects to those around him. As a result he has been living in isolation, as a hermit, since leaving his uncle, who raised him. However, he longs for some kind of human company - a pleasant respite from the mostly silent and often disagreeable presence of his familiar, a dvorovoi called Nagi.

(a dvorovoi is a Yard-Thing, a shapeshifting and mercurial creature regarded as an ancestor-spirit and guardian by the pre-Christian peoples of Russia. This one tends to shift between the shapes of small dogs or catlike creatures, and a large bearish form when angered.)

((Mischa does speak English, but if it's all right he tends to throw in a few Russian phrases here and there. I'll try to make sure they're translated unless they're meant to get a confused reaction...Nagi speaks not at all.))

Species of your character: Human wizard / Dvorovoi

Why do you think you'd be good as this character?: Mischa is a relatively old character that I never got to play very much, though I've played a quasi-mirror to him in the Star Trek universe for ages now. I shouldn't have any problems remaining true to his personality, and aside from the wishes thing nothing about him is unrealistic. As for Nagi, I delight in playing completely inhuman creatures, and he's as inhuman as it gets.

Where did you find out about the community?: Random RP interests search. rpers_anonymous?

Livejournal username for this character?:(REQUIRED) mischakuriov

(sample entry in reply, just in case LJ thinks it's too long.)
22nd-Aug-2005 11:49 am (UTC)
Mischa trudged along the strange beach quietly, the contents of the pack he wore clunking softly against each other with each step. Pots, mostly, filled with herbs and things. A book, too, as well as some food, an extra coat, and a blanket. He wasn't sure where he was now, nor how he'd arrived here...He certainly wasn't in Russia. It was really far too warm.

But at least he thought had everything he might need with him. The last time he hadn't been prepared for a sudden, unexpected journey, he'd been hungry, and wet, and cold, all because he'd forgotten food, his blanket, and coat in his haste. Looking back, he knew he should have left the pots behind instead, but they had seemed very important at the time. He knew now that they had no real use, except to help him focus. But he didn't need them even for that. Sometimes.

At least he hadn't forgotten his book. That would have been disaster. He needed the book more than food or warmth, more than the air he breathed. Suddenly, Mischa stopped walking. A terrible thought had just occurred to him. He quickly shrugged off the pack and opened it, digging through the pots until his hands closed on a small container. Relief flowed through him as he drew the small inkwell out, along with his pen.

Close one, Mischa. What good was a book if he had nothing to write in it with?

Replacing the little inkpot, Mischa sighed softly and closed the pack again. Being a wizard was far more complicated and worrisome than normal people could know. A wizard had to keep track of every wish, every spell, and consider how each might affect people and places beyond his knowing. His wish for sunshine might have caused crops on the other side of the world to fail, throwing a country into famine. Another wish, say, one for peace, might keep his country safe, but cause an army to attack another.

A sudden thought stopped him. Those wishes were broad, not specific. But small, very carefully worded wishes, specific wishes, were probably quite safe. How could a wish for a small squirrel to look down at him harm anyone? How could a wish for a leaf to fall cause disaster? It was an insight worth writing down. Straightening to look around this strange, incomprehensible shore, Mischa hunted for a rock or fallen tree. He needed someplace to sit, with perhaps less sand that might find its way underneath his clothing...
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