wpmods: APPLICATIONS

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@ 2008-06-28 08:39:00

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APPLICATIONS

Want to be part of the community? Make sure you've read the rules, FAQs, and the taken characters list before applying.

In order to apply, fill out the form and post it here. Once you've posted your app, please wait for one of the mods to look over your application and give a response. The approval comment will include all the steps you need to complete in order to get started.

If you don't get a response within three days, it's probably because we're feeling mega slow and you may feel free to poke a mod through AIM to get us back on track 8)

Length isn't an issue, but if your app leaves us wondering about all these potholes in your character, we will ask you to elaborate. Quality over quantity!

OOC INFO; Name: LJ Username: Contact Info: Do you play any other characters here? IC INFO; Name: Fandom/Series: Age: Gender: Preferred Occupation: Physical Appearance: Personality: History: Journal Sample: Log Sample: Have you read the rules and FAQs?

OOC INFO;

Name: What you want us to call you.
LJ Username: Mhm.
Contact Info: AIM, MSN, e-mail. Pick one or all--just make sure we have a way to contact you if we ever need to.
Do you play any other characters here? y/n.

IC INFO;

Name: derp
Fandom/Series: see above
Age: take it into consideration when picking a job!
Gender: see comments under "name" and "fandom."
Preferred Occupation: Please list your first & second choices. More information on jobs listed here.
Physical Appearance: You may link us a picture of your character or write a description--whatev floats your boat.

Personality: This part should be pretty substantial and is probably the most important part of your application aside from the samples. We want to know how good of a grasp you have on your character--so please, write this in your own words!

History: Doesn't have to be extensive. Just show us how your character would have lived their life up to now, seeing how they're normal citizens and not DOGS screw-ups or superninjas. This can be in timeline form (IE: a bulleted list of major events).

Journal Sample: Write a first person sample post--an example of a regular journal post your character would make in their journal.
Log Sample: OPTIONAL IF YOU ALREADY HAVE A CHARACTER IN THE RP, OR HAVE RP'ed HERE BEFORE. We just want to see your writing style. You're allowed to use samples from other communities, so long as they center around the same character and you wrote it.

Have you read the rules and FAQs? Well?

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FIRST CHARACTER [1/2]

bhujerba
2008-07-07 11:06 pm UTC (link)

OOC INFO;

Name: Pattra
LJ Username:

bhujerba
Contact Info: AIM - calling cavalry
Do you play any other characters here? No.

IC INFO;

Name: Kyoya Hibari
Fandom/Series: Katekyo Hitman REBORN!
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Preferred Occupation: Head Supervisor.
Physical Appearance: Bottom right panel.

Personality: Kyoya Hibari: cold and caustic to the very core. Hibari answers to no one, and what with his large influence over the media and over money matters, nobody in their right mind would come to him complaining about anything--or, even think about talking to him for that matter. He is a ruthless leader who directs others without speaking--his intimidating and violent nature is enough to silence most without a single spoken word. He cares little for his subordinates--or for any type of human company at all, for that matter--but above all he works to keep the peace, though it's mostly for his sake and not anybody else's. He hates being disturbed or interrupted, and threatens all who annoy him with bitter, painful injury--though depending on his mood, he will skip over the threatening altogether (after all, he was never really a man of words). In reality, he's actually very selfish and thinks only about himself--how he can live peacefully and use everyone else to his advantage.

He often refers to his subordinates and other civilians as "herbivores"--a blanket term for all those he deems to be weaker than him. Kyoya could be considered ambitious to a certain extent--his goal is to prove himself to be the best amongst all those who surround him and to ruin all those who oppose him. Even so, he's not the type to want to expand imperialistic control over others. There are very few things that he holds dear, and he would rather stay close to home rather than venturing outwards. He's not the type to plan ahead, and instead he'll dive into conflict headfirst, convinced that his natural superiority will be enough to get him through almost any situation. The only kind of company that Kyoya enjoys is the kind that can compete against and excite him, and in his opinion, there is nothing better than rendering a worthy opponent into complete ruin. His existence alone probably explains why most rival papers, save for the government-issued daily paper, have been eliminated. He is impatient and direct, and will "solve" problems in whatever manner he believes will get it over with the fastest. Despite his intimidating demeanor, he is actually quite calm and not easily angered. Even so, if someone really does inspire a grudge in him, he will stop at no ends to drive that person deep into the ground.

He dislikes people, though at the same time, he has no problems in ordering them around and telling them what to do. He's a bit of a fearsome creature.

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FIRST CHARACTER [2/2]

bhujerba
2008-07-07 11:06 pm UTC (link)

History: Kyoya Hibari was born and raised in Metropolis. He was a quiet child who earned good grades and never made too much of a fuss over anything. He didn't have many friends in school due to his reclusive nature--but none of that bothered him. At the same time, he wasn't "emo" child that many liked to brand him as he progressed through his school years. In fact, he was simply a boy with... interests. Different interests. The things they taught him at school were mediocre, and the material that teachers brought to class bored him. In fact, everyone in the school bored him. Everyone was childish, and the teachers were incapable of handling intelligent conversation with their kid students. Even so, school was a change of scenery and a change of pace--and seeing how he was raised mostly by ever-so-complacent maids and servants, he was intrigued seeing how none of the students at school treated him as a superior. For many years, he simply observed how people acted around each other--he analyzed possible rivals, he brushed off those with no talent or potential in the future. Thus, upon entering the high school, Kyoya founded the Metropolitan High School Disciplinary Committee. Despite the name, he "hired" (well, more like threatened) the strongest, most athletic "deliquents" in the school and brought them into the club. They ruled MHS with iron fists and crushed anyone who opposed them. They policed the school and eventually their influence spread to other parts of the city.

Once he graduated, Kyoya had little interest in moving away from his hometown. He earned his college degree by taking several accelerated courses over the summer, and then moved his sphere of influence to the press, whose office was relatively close to the high school campus. He has since risen the ranks (at an alarmingly fast pace) in the paper, and now controls one of the most powerful media of information in Metropolis.

Journal Sample:
Littering the office and putting gum under your chairs is a punishable offense.
And those caught doing it will be disciplined accordingly.

Log Sample:
PREVIOUSLY PLAYED: C.C., Rabi

Have you read the rules and FAQs? Yes.

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Approved!

wpmods
2008-07-08 11:49 am UTC (link)

epic Dante icon is epic

Application approved! Now that you're in, please:

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weeklypaper_ooc with your character journal.
+ Post your application (minus the samples) either on your character's profile, or in an ooc post in their journal.
+ If you haven't already, it might help to read the premise and the how to play file.
+ Introduce yourself on the ooc comm, make your first posts, and have fun!

Looking forward to playing with you :D!

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	birdfang 2008-07-08 02:14 pm UTC (link)
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MATT: tl;dr app is very tl;dr [1/?]

ilkanta
2008-07-08 01:20 pm UTC (link)

OOC INFO;

Name: Abigail
LJ Username:

ilkanta
Contact Info: MSN: howlofdestiny@hotmail.com AIM: frostedmirrors EMAIL: ilkanta@gmail.com
Do you play any other characters here? Noooo.

IC INFO;

Name: Mail "Matt" Jeevas
Fandom/Series: Death Note
Age: 19 (February 01)
Gender: Male
Preferred Occupation: Writer (reviews, IT/Tech/Gaming, or awesomely one of those evil D< tech columnists who cheerfully bash everything they get to bits, whose number of fanmails rival only their numbers of hatemails.)

Physical Appearance: Matt is a pale, skinny boy with a crooked grin always stuffed with a cigarette- at he very least when he isn't zoning out infront of the glow of a video game screen. In terms of what he wears, Matt has a , shall we say, somewhat unorthodox dress sense. He is only ever seen sporting a black-and-white horizontally striped shirt under a high-collared, fur-trimmed jacket, and never without a pair of goggles strapped across his untidy, red hair. Office dress code, as far as he's concerned, can go to hell. He's progressed beyond basic equipment and unlocked the legendary armor. ~~w/e official colors~~

Personality:
To put it simply, Matt is a loud, rather colorful asshole who won't hesitate to shove what he thinks into your face, and he's likely to think that you're a boring half-wit dipshit who wouldn't survive in two seconds in a decent round of Tekken. He's on a constant search for something new, something fun, something actually-fucking-exciting to come along, and a fat load of crap that search has turned out so far, eh?

Matt is highly intelligent, a downright genius, who's more than capable of writing thought-provoking articles or delivering sharp, concise coverage- if only he could even be distantly bothered. He's a slacker and lazes around with whichever of his portable game system's he's snuck into work this time and ends up submitting half-assed but still fairly decent shit minutes before the deadline, done within a couple of minutes. Taking things seriously is beyond him- nothing's worth the time to pay that much attention to. Seriously.

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MATT: tl;dr app is very tl;dr [2/?]

ilkanta
2008-07-08 01:21 pm UTC (link)

People can be pretty damn hot, and pretty people are fun- at least for awhile, as most of them turn out to be so unbearably sane that he can't stand them for too long at all (the line between genius and insanity was fine, if there at all, and who's to say which side he's on?). Matt shifts rapdily from game-obsessed-asshole to downright flirtatious with little or no warning- this can occasionally be disorientating for the poor people, and might make him appear a little unstable (which isn't all too far from it, really).

Real life and real people are so utterly fucking boring most of the time and Matt spends most of his time with video games of every shape and form, and his name can be found across arcades all over the city if you look hard enough. A fair computer techie he's gained notoriety under a number of different aliases for both his gaming skill and other not-so-favorable exploits- when he isn't busting caps in Unreal Tournament, he's hacking into computers and messing with files for no real reason other than "yeah, seemed fun at the time".

Other than his intelligence, video gaming-skills and general techie know-how, he's thoroughly fluent in the world of the internets and is capable of hacking most things- sometimes he can't be bothered, sometimes he's so bored he does it just because. He's spent some time at shooting ranges and is especially talented in the art of spreading around second-hand smoke.

History:

Matt has vague memories of his biological parents, and he doesn't particularly care for remembering them (they were probably dull, dull people, anyway, to have dropped him off at some fucking hospital- he was, is, more interested in his games). But it wasn't long, perhaps eight, nine years into his life when some old guy in a suit came along and talked to the folks- and before he knew it he'd been drafted into Wammy's House in London, a sort of orphanage-school-place for gifted children.

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MATT: tl;dr app is very tl;dr [3/?]

ilkanta
2008-07-08 01:22 pm UTC (link)

And hell, he hates to admit it, but he pretty much had the time of his life there- what else happens, after all, when you throw a bunch of bored, eccentric geniuses all with their own fucked up motivations and obsessions into one place? It's a hell of a ride, he can tell you that, and just about everyone was caught up in beating out the rest, to prove themselves by surpassing this L guy- L was a legend, L was to be looked up to, but that didn't mean Matt gave a passing shit about living up to his weird-ass name. No, the place had plenty of interesting folks, not just L- there was Near, too, they were all pretty hot, pretty fun, but still a little too damn passive for him. But then, there was motherfucking Mello.

He heard the stories from the other kids when he'd first got in there- they laughed and pat him on the back and told him "hah, good luck, sucker" when he ended up rooming with the bastard, said that he was crazy, a psychopath, too driven too obsessed too motherfucking insane, even for them, but all Matt did was grin and say "I'll see for myself" and go back to filling out his Pokedex. Matt ended up hanging around the guy, following him sometimes- because you know what? Mello was crazy, and wherever he went fucked up shit was bound to happen, and hell sometimes they were actually more fun than his videogames.

Years down the road and shit hit the fan. Most people were old enough to be leaving the place and were, to pursue careers as a detective or whatever the fuck they were training to be again- too much effort for Matt, though, and not all of 'em were gone. Near was there. Mello was there. But then Near wasn't there, and then Mello wasn't there, and what the fuck, where's the party and who didn't invite me? Matt bailed out of the place soon enough, but was suffering from an immense boredom- after being around Mello that long with all the weird shit he got them into everything else was retardedly dull. He wandered around aimlessly- he didn't give a shit, right? But there was nothing better to do, so he spent much of his time looking for Mello or Near or anyone, someone from the only place that managed to liberate his boredom, even if just for awhile, living off cash from the House itself and random gaming tournaments.

Somehow his search brought him here, and while America had way more random people beating shit up on the streets and had it's fair share of hot women and men alike, it still wasn't jack shit compared to what the House used to be. Fucking sad there wasn't a save point there, or something. His funds were wearing thin and he couldn't just live off crushing the dreams of every kid in the city dreaming of gaming for a livelihood, so he thought he'd try to land himself a job with decent pay (that he was going to slack off at every change he got)- and so he ended up working at the paper. It's got it's share of fucked up folks, Matt can admit that freely. He's bound to find them somehow, right? If stuff blows up, the media's going to have a field day with it, and if it so happens some blonde guy with a penchant for chocolate and an inferiority complex pops up as a culprit, Matt knows he's found him. N

Matt never found a trace of him, or any one of them for the matter, and he's still waiting- but he spends most of his time just not caring, acting or not. There are always those times, though, when struck by immense boredom and the memory of the crazy shit he used to be able to get into- it's then when he looks around a little, but to no avail. Maybe it's time to throw those damn guys the finger and kick back with some playstation- they just randomly bailed out on him. Not his problem.

Otherwise he's in your computer, replacing your work files with porn and your games (which you probably suck at, anyway) with lolcats, signing it off with hearts and his alias-of-the-day.

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Re: MATT: tl;dr app is very tl;dr [4/4]

ilkanta
2008-07-08 01:23 pm UTC (link)

Journal Sample:

Hey, guys. What is the point of online game matchmaking shits when no one there puts up a decent fight (cry some fucking moar, pwnz0r2384)? Go back to your MMORPGs.

I'm going back to DMC3.

Log Sample:

Bored.

That was all that was filling Matt's mind nowadays, and today was far from an exception. There's life beyond your apartment, they said. Get your ass off the couch and go take a walk, they said. Stop playing those video games and go out into the Met, they said. Well, fuck them, Matt said. There was life beyond the computer but that didn't mean he cared about it one damn bit. Seriously. Nothing to do, nothing to see, moving along now, on to the next checkpoint for extra time. But, you know, he had to do those things- Game tournaments. Buy beer. Buy games. Buy cigarettes.

Bored, bored, bored, bored, motherfucking bored.

He walked back to his apartment with a cigarette in his mouth and boxes more in his pockets, taking a slow drag and getting a slight kick out of the stares his unusual dress sense earned him on the streets. Matt made a point out of looking most of them in the eye with a grin or a wink, just to watch them blink, flail, twitch, giggle, glare, look away- hey, like the crowd dynamics in Creed. But less violent, less exciting and for the whole part much less awesome. But hey, some of them were decent-looking and maybe they'd be worth some of his free time.

Free time... Huh. Matt continued walking, turning the corner (drift corner for extra kudos +100) chewing thoughtfully on the cigarette- wasn't there somewhere he had to be now?

Work. Right.

...Eh, whatever. Matt took another drag of smoke and pulled a gameboy nonchalantly from his pocket- the boss was gonna have his head off, but he'd figure out something. So he was late anyway, why hurry? It's been ages since he last filled a new RED's pokedex, anyway, what with all that Pearl and Diamond shit. start, New Game, go.

Always choose Charmander. The others are pussies.

Have you read the rules and FAQs? ~~MAYB~~ Yeah.

OMG I'M DONE

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F MINUS MINUS

wpmods
2008-07-08 01:40 pm UTC (link)

SRSLY TL;DR AND THERE WAS A RANDOM "N" AT THE END OF ONE OF YOUR PARAGRAPHS. WHAT. but i will overlook that since i am a forgiving lord.

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	lol journal name 404tldr 2008-07-10 08:47 am UTC (link)
	me too dickwad =/ (Reply to this) (Parent)

1/2 (First App messed up)

peaceful_fate
2008-07-13 09:48 pm UTC (link)

OOC INFO;

Name: Emmy
LJ Username: peaceful_fate
Contact Info: xblindxwarriorx/kawaiipurpleink@hotmail.com
Do you play any other characters here? Nope

IC INFO;

Name: Eve
Fandom/Series: Black Cat
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Preferred Occupation: Internship
Physical Appearance: Bottom Right

Personality: As a whole Eve rarely shows any emotion to people she is not close to. This makes her seem, at times, cold and unreachable when she in fact is. She simply knows that there is a time and place for the luxury of emotions and work isn’t a place for them. As far as intellectuality goes Eve would be described as highly intelligent. The girl is not easily manipulated in any way shape or form. She is very good at reading people and will probably see through most facades or at least be suspicious of you.

As far as friends go Eve is extremely loyal to them. If one is in danger she will stop at nothing to protect them, even at the cost of something she loves being taken away from her. The girl rarely shows fear and when she does she will not hesitate to take things into her own hands. She doesn’t want someone hurt when she could stop it.

Another thing that makes Eve tick would be protection. She is determined to protect the innocents who are in danger. In fact, she is willing to put herself in the line of fire to spare another. In a nutshell she is an extremely smart girl with the essence of loyalty, kind heartedness, and bravery.

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2/2(First App messed up)

peaceful_fate
2008-07-13 09:49 pm UTC (link)

History:

Eve was orphaned around a year after she was born. This means she has o memories of her family what so ever. At times she does remember a very faint voice that sounds familiar or a scent that makes her feel at home. This rarely happens though and those are the only faint memories she has of her family. Usually, she takes on the attitude of I never knew them so they don’t matter all that much to me. In some aspects that is the truth while in others she is still curious as to whom they are.

For the next eleven years of her life she was adopted by a cruel man named Toreno. As a whole those eleven years were not the most fulfilling or encouraging for a child. Her existence was a bleak one at that. Toreno had a habit of causing her physical harm when she did anything wrong and he never had any sympathy for Eve. TO him she was just another toy. This led her to being quite sheltered with the exception of her books. To an extent this man made her void of emotion half the time. In a way she simply fears reverting back to that pitiful existence.

When she turned twelve Eve met two men named Train and Sven. This was a major changing point in her life since they both showed her what kindness and love were. In the end Toreno had been working against the government. The man had been funding research in artificial life and had committed many other crimes. Eve decided to go with Train and Sven instead of being thrown into an orphanage of sorts.

Eve spent a whole year with the two making many friends along the way. She realized all she wanted to do was protect people in fields many normal citizens couldn’t do. During the eleven years prior Toreno had taught her how to use a gun and many of his workers helped her in learning self-defense. During this year she was able to apply this in many aspects and help catch villains. On the other hand Eve was able to open up quite a bit, smile and such, things she thought she would never be able or capable of doing.

Of course the three had to part eventually and Eve went to one orphanage to another. They kept in contact and visited her at times but they slowly lost track of each other. She still hopes that someday Train, Sven, and Rinslet will come across her but that has yet to happen. Once Eve reached the age of sixteen she decided she would take care of herself. Eve moved to Metropolis and got an internship at the local newspaper. She also works some odd jobs on the side to up keep her apartment. She believed it would be a peaceful life but knowing Eve’s luck she’ll be dead wrong.
Journal Sample: In some aspects it’s nice to be peaceful… Yet I feel restless. I guess I really am not used to being in one place for to long. Everything fast paced was quite a bit more entertaining.
Log Sample:Eve walked along a dirt path in silence. Sunlight filtered through the trees and dappled the moss covered ground. Her steps were silent which wasn’t normal for someone her age although she didn’t seem to care. The birds chirping their final songs broke the silence easily. She found it nice to be able to walk but not be by herself in the least bit.

She gazed at an old and worn phone in her hands. It held so many memories, good and bad. She really did miss her friends… Sven had meant much more to her than just a friend. He had been a comrade, a father figure, he had shown her freedom. Train had shown her how to be brave; he was and will always be her rival. Rinslet had always served as a sisterly figure for her. She was happy they were able to be so close but now… Everyone was so far away.

Eve gazed up at the gray colored sky blankly. She felt out of place being in this city but she was sure this place would suffice. They would find each other eventually, she was sure of that. A few drops of cold water fell against her cheeks and as she walked it began to drizzle. She really did love the rain, it made her feel calm.

Have you read the rules and FAQs? Hell yeah~!!

Appearance -> http://photobucket.com/image/black%20cat%20eve/kratos_garra/Black%20Cat/BC_0102.jpg?o=133

(My internet is messing the hyperlink up)

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Approved!

wpmods
2008-07-13 10:01 pm UTC (link)

Application approved! Now that you're in, please:

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	Approved! xbinary_starsx 2008-07-13 10:06 pm UTC (link)
	8D <3 Yay thank you~. I'ma make some icons 8\| (Reply to this) (Parent)

LOL IT'S MY APP

saria
2008-07-17 08:14 am UTC (link)

btw when I wrote this app I was... high on myself. SO I'M SORRY IF IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE.

OOC INFO;

Name: Ruthi
LJ Username:

saria
Contact Info: itachitears over AIM, renegadebutterfly@hotmail.com for MSN, sarlefay@gmail.com for... mail.
Do you play any other characters here? Nope nope nope!

IC INFO;

Name: Gabriel Gray (/Sylar LOL)
Fandom/Series: Heroes!
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Preferred Occupation: Writer. Just... around. xD DOES ARTICLES ON CURRENT EVENTS LOL. UH ACTUALLY READ BELOW
Physical Appearance: LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lazy Ruthi is lazy. Okay okay no really. He's a pale dark-haired guy, and around the office he dresses professionally and seems very clean-cut and well-to-do. Because that is the appearance he wants to give!

Personality: Our buddy Gabriel? HE IS NOT WELL. He's unpredictable. A loose canon. Sometimes all is well and he seems eerily calm, and other times he's in a violent angry rage. His mood can change at the drop of a pin.

He has a very dominating, powerhungry personality, and a desire to be the best. The most special, even. He doesn't let people stand in his way. He's really good at deception, and will pretend to be a completely different person if it looks like a shortcut to getting what he wants.

He's a serial killer, and he does it almost like a desperate cry for attention. When you frequently get away with murder, your name is on everybody's lips. And who doesn't want that? Gabriel thinks he's entitled to greatness. He kills rich people and takes their money, although right now he's trying to be very low-key about it and is hoarding it in various banks around the world. One day he will use it to propel himself to celebrity status and do something ttly awesome like become the president!!11

History: Gabriel Gray was born to a watchmaker in a very religious family in Queens, New York. It almost seemed like his entire mediocre life was laid out for him. He would grow up, take over the family business, maybe someday have kids who would... eventually take over the family business, and the circle of mediocrity would eternally perpetuate itself.

Well, he couldn't have that. The mere thought of it made him sick. Oh sure, he was really good at it-- he almost had an intuitive ability to know how things work-- but it was boring. Droll. He'd always known, somewhere deep down, that he was destined for more.

But how would he achieve that? In the quickest shortcut to media recognition he could think of. You know what they say... if you can't be famous, be infamous. Gabriel moved to Metropolis and moonlights as a serial killer who goes by the name of Sylar. He tends to target various wealthy people, mostly the corrupt elite, because he finds them undeserving of their money. He doesn't want to kill innocent people (or at least whoever meets his standards for innocent). In a Peter Parker-esque move, he quit his boring-ass watchmaker job to write reports about the Sylar and what kind of havoc he's wreaking for the Weekly Met. AND THE STORIES ARE SO GOOD!! HOW DOES HE DO IT?!?! IT'S TRULY A MYSTERY!!!11 Although since killing people is not exactly an everyday (sometimes not even weekly) occurence, he has to write about other things too once in awhile. And to, you know, not build up too much suspicion.

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LOL IT'S MY APP SOME MORE

saria
2008-07-17 08:15 am UTC (link)

Journal Sample: Tick tock. Tick tock. Deadline's drawing close. Hope everyone's got their assignments ready. I do.

Timing is everything. Man can't function without time. He'd go insane. And that's why deadlines are important. A manifestation of time pressing down on you. Rise to the occasion or become lost in the wave. That's what they say.

Log Sample:

"Hi, Mom. Yeah, I'm doing fine, the weather is great in Metropolis is great this time of year.... Sorry to hear that about Uncle Bob..." Gabriel was carrying on an inane conversation with his mother over the phone while looking for his keys. This was irritating. He kept his life in perfect order. His apartment was clean to the point of being, well, pretty damn eerie. While maintaining a calm and collected tone over the phone, his actions were anything but. He had a job to do tonight. The timing on this one had to be perfect, and quite frankly Sylar did not have time to be clambering around his apartment for the car keys. He opened and closed drawers, checked the couch, looked under the bed, hell, checked the fridge. No keys. This was bad.

He was more or less spent as far as acting calm went. "Battery's dying. Bye Mom. Yes, love you, too." With that simple dismissal and click, the snapped the phone shut and threw it across the room with a giant "FUCK!!!!" Upon colliding with the wall, the phone fell apart in a plastic array. Whatever. He would fix it later. It wasn't even the first time.

When he walked over to pick up the phone, a metal gleam caught Sylar's eye. The keys were sitting on the bookcase the entire time. Deciding to ignore the phone, he swiped them instead and started for the door. Now he was in business.

Have you read the rules and FAQs? Yes indeed I have! \o/

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Approved!

wpmods
2008-07-17 08:22 am UTC (link)

Application approved! Now that you're in, please:

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	THIS HERE IS A COMMENT eversospecial 2008-07-17 08:23 am UTC (link)
	LOL I WANT TO :'( (Reply to this) (Parent)

YAMAMOTO TAKESHI, PART I.

griefer
2008-07-17 02:18 pm UTC (link)

OOC INFO;

Name: Chelsey.
LJ Username:

griefer.
Contact Info: AIM, act disgusted; GMAIL, murdertropolis@gmail.com.
Do you play any other characters here? Nope.

IC INFO;

Name: Yamamoto Takeshi.
Fandom/Series: Katekyo Hitman REBORN!
Age: 15.
Gender: Male.
Preferred Occupation: Delivery boy.
Physical Appearance: Though he's perhaps not overtly handsome, there is something strangely appealing about Yamamoto's overall appearance. He's tall, with a thin and wiry build, and his stature isn't something that properly conveys the tremendous strength and talent he hides behind a bright smile and a goofy laugh. He seems to be taller than most of his other peers, though he can often be found slouching a bit in some awkward position that typically involves his hand resting at the back of his head or neck. He has light brown eyes and a head of black/dark brown hair that's cut short, but still remains extremely scruffy and out of place, nonetheless. With fair skin that holds a tint of olive undertone, Yamamoto doesn't necessarily stand out in a crowd, but he never really seems to blend that well, either.

He can typically be found wearing various different types of clothing, though his style sense seems to border on casual more than it does anything else. He seems to favor wearing pants that fit loosely, but that are cut close to the curves and angles of his body, and he's usually in a tee-shirt or a sweatshirt of some sort. Given that Yamamoto is a baseball player, his clothes tend to follow an athletic trend that allows him to move both freely and comfortably. The clothing he generally wears is fitting for his age, and even though he does look a little older that most of his peers, his style of dress (not to mention other defining aspects of his personality) generally gives away how old he actually is.

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YAMAMOTO TAKESHI, PART II.

griefer
2008-07-17 02:18 pm UTC (link)

Personality:

✘GENERAL.

Outwardly, Yamamoto appears to be a relatively simple guy to understand. He's naive, to a certain extent, and he doesn't seem to properly grasp or comprehend the definition of hostile -- especially not when he is inserted into a particularly hostile situation. With an easygoing and ever-cheerful personality, he gets along with almost everyone that he comes across, and even when someone doesn't like him, he doesn't let that deter him from being consistently friendly. Still, even with with how open he seems to be, there is something that is entirely undefinable about Yamamoto and that therefore prevents him from being properly deciphered, as he tends to veil his true emotions and feelings under a mask of bold certainty and assertiveness. He guards his emotions very well, and he keeps himself firmly in check when it comes to publically displaying his actual vulnerabilities or weaknesses. Those that he considers to be his close friends are really the only people that ever get to see the multi-layered and complex side of him that no one else does, and he generally likes to keep it that way.

The main aspect of Yamamoto's personality seems to stem from his unfaltering and unbreakable loyalty to those that he actually cares about. He takes his friendships very seriously, and he's not one to slack when it comes to giving attention to the people that he hangs out with on a regular basis. Rather, he focuses most of his energy into these people, though he also pays quite a bit of attention to those that he's not very familiar with, as well. However, his friends and his family come first and foremost before everything and everyone else. At one point, he might have cared more about trivial things than he did about family or friends, but this quickly changes after he reaches a particular point in his life where he nearly hits rock bottom. His priorities are shifted around quite a lot after this point, and he then begins to focus more seriously on the people that he might not have given the proper attention to beforehand. He would protect and defend every single one of his friends until his dying breath, and he'd do it all without any sort of hesitation or second thought.

Yamamoto has an uncanny ability to remain eerily calm in all sorts of different situations. He rarely ever loses his cool or his temper, and even when he does, he doesn't express it in the way that most people tend to. It's hard to knock that carefree grin from his face, no matter if he's in the middle of a heated battle or engaged in pleasant conversation, and if he's nervous about anything, you're probably not going to be able to tell, anyway. His mask of collected, friendly calm probably has something to do with the fact that he wants people to believe that he can take care of himself -- and it's most likely his attempt at keeping others out of the battles he fights, as well. He doesn't ask for help because he doesn't believe he doesn't need it; he doesn't ask for help because he needs to believe that he shouldn't have to drag his friends and loved ones into dangerous and potentially fatal situations. His devotion to the people that he loves motivates him to be a better and a stronger person, even with all the roadblocks and walls that seem to pop up no matter where he goes.

Despite him being an exceptionally skilled fighter, Yamamoto does not revel in the thought or concept of violence (quite unlike some of his friends/acquaintances). He would much rather avoid it where it is absolutely possible, though he will not stop to defend himself should he need to.

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YAMAMOTO TAKESHI, PART III.

griefer
2008-07-17 02:19 pm UTC (link)

✘WEAKNESSES.

The defining, pivotal characteristic of Yamamoto's personality is also his most negative one: he is an absolute perfectionist. He expects nothing but the best from his own personal self, though he doesn't seem to expect nearly as much from the people around him. In fact, he's much more lenient and relaxed on everyone else than he is on himself. This constant desire for perfection probably stems from a deep-seated unhappiness he feels within himself that reaches its peak the day he breaks his arm and decides to commit suicide. Though it may seem like it was something that he blew off as being silly directly after he changes his mind, it definitely isn't. He'd never admit it aloud, and he'd never tell anyone this, no matter how close he may be to them, but the reason he strives for perfection is because he's not happy with who he is or with the accomplishments he's already attained. Yamamoto cannot handle failure because he is continuously pushing back that feeling that he is a failure, and anything that doesn't end in success is potentially much more devastating for him than it might be for anyone else.

Because of this, Yamamoto also fails to clearly define his limits. Even though he may understand and realize when he is being pushed past his breaking point, he trudges forward with what he's doing, regardless. He could be on the ground bleeding and barely breathing, but he would push himself back up and continue fighting, until he was either knocked unconscious or killed for it. Again, his love and devotion for his friends raises problems where it really shouldn't. He would much rather go against twenty men all by himself than have to drag one of his friends into any fight along with him, no matter how capable they may be. Part of him knows that they're just as able to take care of themselves as he is, but he still cannot get over that hurdle of instinctive defensiveness he feels for them, and while it may be admirable, it's also extremely dangerous. Furthermore, Yamamoto takes risks when he shouldn't, and it often ends in him being pushed to a point where he is either close to breaking or in the process of breaking. Either way, it never goes exactly the way he's expecting it to.

Yamamoto also has the tendency of being extremely oblivious. While he is by no means a stupid person, he doesn't really view the world the same way everyone else does, and he often skips over the little details that are imperative for him to know. He doesn't give himself credit where credit is due, in any case, and he's much more intelligent than he actually believes himself to be.

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YAMAMOTO TAKESHI, PART IV.

griefer
2008-07-17 02:20 pm UTC (link)

History:

Yamamoto was born some fifteen years ago in Metropolis to a seemingly normal set of Japanese parents. His mother died when he was relatively young, however, and his father was left with the task of caring for him all by himself. They got along rather well, regardless, and all throughout his childhood, Yamamoto was shoved into a series of different sports to keep him occupied and generally away from the house. The one sport he took to almost automatically, though, was baseball, and even in elementary and middle school, Yamamoto succeeded in that one particular hobby to a point where he became pretty well known for it by his peers and by the staff of any school he went to. When he was around ten-years-old, his father (a skilled and once famed fighter, back in the day) also began to train him in the "art" of kendo. Now, at fifteen, he's an exceptionally talented fighter, though he would never use that particular fact to his advantage unless it was absolutely required of him.

When Yamamoto reached high school at 14, he became pretty much enveloped in baseball, and as a distraction away from everything else, he took up on a job on the side as a delivery boy for The Weekly Metropolitan. Though he wasn't initially interested in any form of journalism when he first started, he became rather fascinated with it after his grades in school slipped, and he reached a point in his life where he wasn't sure of what he was supposed to be doing aside from playing (and succeeding at) baseball. It got pretty bad after that, and once he broke his arm in an accident while he was practicing for a big game, he attempted to commit suicide (assuming that his future career in baseball was now shot) by jumping off of his high school's roof. He was talked out of it, however, and after that point, he seemed to improve -- his grades remained a little shaky, maybe, but he was no longer doubting himself to such an extreme level as he had been doing before.

Now in his sophomore year of high school and quickly approaching the age of sixteen, Yamamoto is still a valued member of his school's baseball team and is also planning on joining an internship with The Weekly Metropolitan as soon as he's old enough. In his spare time, Yamamoto can typically be found hanging around his school with a variety of his friends, or training with his father, or nailed down to the baseball field as if it's his last lifeline. Like most high school boys, he's gotten into a few fights, but he is still typically seen as the responsible and reliable kid that can be counted on for almost anything.

Journal Sample:

Man, I forgot how hard it is waking up in the morning sometimes. I swear I set my alarm for five, but it's either not going off on me, or I'm shutting it off in my sleep.

Which wouldn't be too big of a surprise, I guess, considering some of the things I've done while--ah, that doesn't matter, haha.

I should probably get going, in any case. I'm pretty sure there was something I needed to do today. Maybe I should just take my father's advice and start writing things down, huh? But then I'd probably lose that, and then I'd be in the exact same mess I was in before. Only I'd probably be a lot more confused. Or a lot more lost. Or a lot more confused and lost. Uh. Anyway...

All right, heading out.

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YAMAMOTO TAKESHI, PART V.

griefer
2008-07-17 02:20 pm UTC (link)

Log Sample:

Sometimes, Yamamoto wasn't sure how he ended up in these sorts of messes.

He figured that he brought it entirely upon himself, and that maybe if he picked a better group of friends, he wouldn't have had to be washing the blood from his knuckles in his kitchen sink while hissing out a quiet breath from between clenched teeth. But then that wasn't really the problem, was it? He was friends with almost everyone in his school, anyway, knew too many people, had too many different obligations, and this wasn't any different, this didn't mean anything, and yet. He had never really enjoyed the idea of fighting, to begin with, no matter how damn good he was at it, and he hated that he couldn't pull away when someone needed him, when help was required of him, that he couldn't turn his back and just walk in the opposite direction. Hated that he couldn't do any of that, that he couldn't just stop and pause for a minute, that his breath caught whenever someone even thought of raising their fist against one of his friends, and hated that he was always there to catch that punch for them instead.

Because someone always needed him for something, didn't they, and Yamamoto wasn't the type to say no. No matter the situation. No matter how out of hand everything became. No matter who it was he was going up against. No matter what happened in the end. It was always the same, and it was so predictable of him, and maybe it was a little terrible that all he could think of right then was how he was going to close his hand around his baseball bat enough to swing the goddamn thing. Breathe, and stumble, and a fight was a fight, and baseball was still just baseball, and it shouldn't have consumed him the way it did, shouldn't have seemed like a smaller deal than it actually was.

He forced out another long breath, and delicately-boned fingers went up to the cupboard above the sink to grab the disinfectant.

The bottle was almost empty now, and vaguely, Yamamoto wondered if his father had even noticed, if his father had even been in the above cupboard enough to realize they still had disinfectant there at all. The cool liquid splashed over the cuts on his hand and stung a bit, but he set his jaw as brown eyes flitted up to focus past the glass pane of the window to the green lawn stretched just beyond.

"Well." His words echoed in the empty house. "I guess it doesn't matter."

Echoed, and then stopped.

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Approved! epic app is epic

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2008-07-18 04:05 pm UTC (link)

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kind of awesome? part. 1

razaquato
2008-07-19 10:13 am UTC (link)

OOC INFO;

Name: Fea
LJ Username: none, i use scribbld. atelier@scribbld.net
Contact Info: kisaki died@AIM, theasama [at] gmail [dot] com
Do you play any other characters here? he's my first.

IC INFO;

Name: Razputin "Raz" Aquato
Fandom/Series: Psychonauts for PS2
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Preferred Occupation: Intern T_T
Physical Appearance:

In a nutshell, about 5 feet tall, 100lbs, dark circles, yellowed skin with a constant blush

Personality: Razputin is a fast talking, flashy, ambitious and independent little rascal ready for any challenge. He has a strong sense of right and wrong, what rules can be bended for moral justice and what rules must stay in place. He trusts his guts more than he trusts the advice of others-- Because of his uncanny clairvoyance, he is much more efficient in finding the truth and the right path than anyone else he knows.

Raz can and will focus heavily on one thing, which means he usually loses sight of other objectives and behavioral nuances in other people. He can make any conversation go awkwardly if feelings and emotions are involved. Obviously, he loses more dates this way.

He is not completely socially awkward, however- He connects rather well with his peers when it comes to his work, their hobbies and moral debates. He likes to argue and he likes to mock his opponents and friends, although he's not usually mean/cruel when he teases. Raz is seen as a hero to little guys; He stands up to anyone who pushes others around at the expense to his own well-being.

He has an acute fear of drowning, specifically in large bodies of water. If the depth of anything is more than a couple inches and he's standing in it, he will become physically nervous, to the point where he may run away screaming. Raz also has reoccurring nightmares of a watery hand dragging him down to the depths of marine trenches, hence the dark circles underneath his eyes. He can't and won't swim, although his all-time life wish is to fly.

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part 2 of raz

razaquato
2008-07-19 10:14 am UTC (link)

History: Raz's father owned a circus and forced him to train in difficult aerobatic maneuvers every day. While this flew for a while with Raz, he soon grew up and realized that his dream was not to become the king of the trapeze, but rather the king of print and ink. As he grew into a young man, he had a feeling that he could listen to people think, even if they were in a different part of the room.

Raz ran away from the circus to join a summer camp filled with psychics and those with super-human tele/pyrokinetic abilities. In the days he stayed at the camp, he learned that he was mildly clairvoyant.

In the short years that followed, Raz could not ignore the itch to tell people if they were being betrayed, backstabbed, swindled or conned. Some scenarios ended a bit gruesome for Raz, but the thanks he got for saving people from being hurt by the unruly and criminal led him to take up journalism. First as a hobby, but steadily growing into an obsession.

Journal Sample:
"I can't tell you how excited I was to figure out that I had made the front page at the Sunnydale Gazette, I mean just ecstatic. Who woulda guessed a student article on wasteful tax spending would have made front page news? Well, I guess it would be important, taxpayers would want to know what happened to their money, yanno?

No one at school knows I exist still. I mean, I would know, obviously. My editor in chief was so jealous that I made it, though. I didn't have to figure that one out, her face was soooo~ red. She said that I'd make it to the newsrooms in the sky faster than she would. I hope she's right."

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final bit of raz, part 3

razaquato
2008-07-19 10:15 am UTC (link)

Log Sample:
Splat!
For a mind reader or a future-seer or whatever Raz happened to be, he sure didn't see the strawberry smoothie coming at him at 30 miles per hour from a cherry red mustang going the opposite way of him. It was a great shot, too-- The pink goo hit him in the chest and splattered everything from his red tint goggles to the tops of his boots, and his green shirt would be ruined if he didn't take care of it soon.

He knew who would do this, the only person who was capable of throwing with such impeccable aim. Tommy DeLovely, quarterback for the local high school. Raz put his boyscout style backpack down and shook himself off, frowning in disgust as he looked down at himself.

"Oh god, its everywhere...."

He kicked his backpack to the nearest shiny window on the block and wiped his goggles off, flicking his feet, peeling his sopping shirt off of his body.

Ever since Raz had started predicting precise scores for the high school versus rivals and continuously getting the scores right, Tommy had it in his head that Raz was jinxing the team into losing 14 times in a row. However, Raz figured that predicting accurate scores two months in a row was not only great sports journalism, it would probably mean his name more publicly known.

While he wasn't against fame, he would find a way to get back at Tommy for making him walk to school, covered in sticky strawberry goo.

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Approved!

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2008-07-19 01:35 pm UTC (link)

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App 1/2

elisabell_angel
2008-08-13 08:19 pm UTC (link)

OOC INFO;

Name: Elisabell
LJ Username: Elisabell_angel
Contact Info: LMNRin888@gmail.com
Do you play any other characters here? nope...

IC INFO;

Name: Near
Fandom/Series: Death Note
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Preferred Occupation: writer/photographer
Physical Appearance: Near looks incredibly small for his age (5'0), and more resembles an eleven year old than an eighteen year old. He's albino in every sense of the word, with white skin and hair. His hair also being very curly from his constant twiddling of it, and short only falling to his neck. He has huge eyes that take up a good deal of his face, with large black irises and matching pupils. He wears pajamas no matter where it is he is going or the occasion, making sure his clothes are always very loose and comfortable.

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App 2/2

elisabell_angel
2008-08-13 08:37 pm UTC (link)

Personality: He is adverse to other human beings for the most part, and tends to keep to himself. He tends to overanalyze the simplest things, and has absolutely no experience with normal life. He can barely take care of himself in normal situations, because he's used to being dependent on others. He's not afraid to say what he thinks when he needs to, and he won't back down if he knows he's right, in that way he can be childish. Most of his free time is spent doubletasking, playing with random assortments of toys as he works. He's especially good at hiding his emotions from other people, only projecting what he wants others to see on his face. He plans things out in advance, and is always strategic with his planning. He's intelligent in every sense of the word, but sorely lacking in basic common sense, leading him to live a very abnormal life.

History: Origionally an orphan in Winchester England, he was adopted into the orphanage of Wammy's house by the age of eight. He doesn't remember much of before that, but doesn't care to know nor does he try to figure it out. Wammy's being an orphanage for hightly talented detectives in training, he spent a good five years there. He was picked amongst the other students as being one of the most promising, and was fighting for a title of the next L, a chance to become the greatest detective in the world. Obviously he took it seriously, and eventually rose to the top, earning him more enemies than allies. Being bullied was just part of the daily routine, and nothing about that was ever changed or altered. He doesn't recall having any close friends before leaving the place, and only has a few aquaintences of that time. He is now living in the city, solving crimes as he works at the weekly paper, simply just for lifes experience and severe boredom.

Journal Sample: Today was just a day like always, so there's nothing to talk about. I don't even understand why people would read my journal anyway, it's just a pointless blog about every day life, half of which I can't even tell you about. Do yourself a favor, and find something more interesting to do.

Log Sample:

Near emptied packs of cards and spread them out around himself, simply staring at each and every card before deciding the pattern in which he'd be building. He hesitantly chose a jack of spaces and placed it on the ground, slowly he began to build around that simple card. Then he expanded the tower vertically, and slowly in this manner did the tower grow. It was a slow process that required much of his concentration, but it was well worth it. He enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded, even if it was by a simply flimsy tower of cards. It made him feel somewhat more safe.

A girl in small pigtails walked by the door, before stopping in the threshold, "Near?" She called out.

Near's hand froze in midair, but he did not turn to look at her before answering, "yes?" He said it in a disinterested and detatched note, not really caring for what she had to say.

"Um.... I was just wondering if you'd like to come play outside?" The girl asked timidly, almost as if afraid of his inevitable answer.

"No, thank you," was all the albino gave her before turning his attention back to his cards. From his peripherials he spotted the girl slinking away silent and defeated.

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