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Entanglement has switched over to a dressing room format for now, so applications aren't needed for the time being.

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Hokh'Ton Elloran n'Taanyell Tath 1/3

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Mun:

Your Name: Karakael (K)
Your Journal: [Bad username or site: ”karakael” @ livejournal.com] or [Bad username or site: ”footseer” @ livejournal.com]
Your Email: mouse42@zoomtown.com
Your AIM: thinkhive

Character:

Character's Name: Hokh’Ton Elloran n’Taanyell Tath
Character's Fandom: The Inquest
Character's Home Universe: The Dispersal of Man. A galaxy full of a billion terra-formed planets, controlled by the galactic governing body of The Inquest, which has its seat on the central planet of Uran s’Varek. Once, the Dispersal looked like our own galaxy, but that time is long since gone, as the Inquest has ravaged and twisted the once-familiar Milky Way into a populous, crazy galaxy over the last twenty thousand years. Of note are the sentient suns, insane planetary computer systems, and the faster-than light travel which requires the enslavement and torture of innocent mega-brains. And don’t forget the fact that the entire galaxy is sentient and has several separate dimensions to house its thoughts; the “Overcosm” and the Tacheon universe being the two that humanity encounters, otherwise known as the galaxy’s “dreams of the future” and “memories of the past”. Is it any surprise that people from this place tend to be a bit mad?
Physical Appearance: Elloran physically appears to be a young man in his late twenties – there are lines in his face and a few strands of silver in his light brown hair. But his eyes are ancient, showing his true age – around seventy years old – and hinting at the guilt and pain he endures. His hair is slightly shorter than shoulder height, and he is of a slim build, well muscled and healthy but not huge. He holds himself confidently in public, but is a bit more hesitant in private. He generally wears cool colors, with his most prominent clothing his blue shimmercloak – a semi-sentient, furry cloak that distinguishes his status as an Inquestor. He varies the rest of his outfit according to his mood and the custom of the surrounding culture.

Hokh'Ton Elloran n'Taanyell Tath 2/3

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Personality: Had Elloran lead a “normal” life he would have likely grown up to be an insulated, caring youth of the kind that would take in lost animals and care about social justice. Since he became an Inquestor instead, his life took a different turn. Being an Inquestor defines who he is; it constrains his friendships and delineates his actions. Though thoughtful and passionate by nature, the Inquestoral protocols force Elloran into repressing his emotions and hiding them from others. Deeply concerned about the human condition, the Inquest placed him in a position where he is expected to destroy entire planets without remorse. By nature a man who appreciates art and truth, the Inquest strips him of the power to ever create anything himself and surrounds him with servants he can never completely trust.

The result? Elloran tries his best to hide his emotions and put up a good front, while secretly angsting over the destruction he knows he must endorse. He drowns himself in music and art partially because he finds the truth, joy and beauty in it that he is denied in all other facets of his life. Outwardly he is a calm man who can come off as rather callous (he thinks on a scale not familiar to most people. To him, the destruction of an entire world is hardly worth noticing.) For the same reasons, he often can be seen as arrogant or naïve; he lives in a world where his every demand is met and adapting to a place where that is no longer the case will be difficult for him (but well worth the effort, once he realizes that he is no longer encumbered by Inquestoral dogma and might be able to have real relationships with people.) Yet, despite all of his flaws, Elloran does care deeply about the people around him and this shows through, despite the constraints upon his ability to articulate it. Within his home universe he is well loved by most who meet him, and he makes a point to listen and understand those around him. In the time he is taken from in his canon he has not yet perfected that skill, but even then his charisma and compassion are difficult to deny. One merely must ignore the fact that his compassion leads him to destroy whole solar systems in an attempt to keep all of humanity functioning.

Abilities and Skills: Elloran is a “normal” human in that he has no special super-human powers. He cannot call upon magic nor is he particularly athletic. He has no special knowledge; his power is all situational. Yet he has been trained since a young age to be a leader. He appears confident and is very intelligent. He is kind and a good listener…all qualities that lead others to follow him. He has extreme control over his emotions and his thought processes, meaning that – though he cannot perform “magic” without a thinkhive backing him up – he would be able to defend himself against non-physical attacks, given that the power of one’s mind and convictions is what determines non-physical power in the hub-verse.

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Mun:

Your Name: Hedge. You know the rest.
Your Journal: (optional)
Your Email:
Your AIM: (optional)

Character:

Character's Name: Sah'ot
Character's Fandom: The Uplift Series
Character's Home Universe: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uplift_Universe
Physical Appearance: Sah'ot is a ten foot long Tursiops Amicus (Uplifted dolphin). He has the blunter jaw and grey patches of the Steno subbreed. His flukes each have three small fingers. His skull is larger than his primitive ancestors. Below his right eye is a small organic cyberjack.
Personality: Keep in mind that I am extrapolating quite a bit, since he is only shown in the one novel.

Sah'ot was born to a set of cultural tensions, between dolphins and humans and between dolphins with Steno gene grafts and those who are almost purely Tursiops. In all these conflicts he has sided against his own kind. He is a Steno who is friendly with Tursiops, and he tends to trust humans over his fellow dolphins. In other words, he's the dolphin equivalent of an Uncle Tom.

One interesting aspect of this is his attraction to human women. This grew out of his determination to set himself apart from other dolphins. It's not that he's not attracted to other dolphins. He's not an exclusive Homo-sexual...he's just got broad tastes. But he definitely has a big dose of opposable-thumb fever. This sometimes crosses the line over into sexual harrasment, although like most jerks, he maintains a thin veneer of 'just joking!'. Honestly he probably wouldn't know what to do with a human woman if one actually did respond positively to his advances, and considering the differences between dolphin and human anatomy, that's probably for the best.

Generally he's a fairly laid back guy. He likes a good party, likes to catch fish, play practical jokes, do lots of those stereotypical dolphin things. This may make him seem as if he takes nothing seriously enough, and often he doesn't take things as seriously as they should be. He is capable of it though.

He does tend to get weirdly absorbed in projects sometimes, and it takes hell and high water to move him when he does.

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Abilities and Skills: Sah'ot is trained as a linguist. However like any other Terragens Council crewman, he also has training as an engineer and pilot, allowing him to take over those tasks in case of an emergency. Dolphins, as a whole, are excellent pilots.
With his harness on, he can walk on a series of metal spider-legs and with its thrusters, maneuver in zero G almost as naturally as in water. His waldo arms let him manipulate objects not quite as adroitly as natural hands.
His blowhole has been modified to allow him to speak anglic through it, although like all dolphins he tends to repeat hard consanents as if stuttering and draw out the S into a hiss.
He can speak Anglic, Trinary, Primal Delphin (although he never would except in extreme stress) and a smattering of Japanese, as well as several Galactic languages. He can compose witty little ditties or dirty rhymes in trinary. He can also use echolocation, and create sonar images.
Under extreme stress, he may revert to a primal dolphin mindset. In that state he is also vulnerable to rescue fever, the urge to rescue a stranded dolphin that leaves neo-dolphins beached.
He has a cyberjack under his right eye, allowing him to interface with and possibly control any machine with a compatible port. If the connection is suddenly cut, he will experience a very painful jolt.
Sample:
Guard duty had quickly become a vacation and Sah'ot thought it was good.

In assembly, they had voted the aquatic preserve off limits to all but cyborg or robotic search teams until a month had passed. Which meant that somewhere down below, in the crushing fathoms, was Motoko Kusanagi and Vercybertrix. Someone had to stay behind and guard the entrance though. Fortunately, just after the (now unpowered) navigation room, the first chamber was a great pool, all in blocky plasteel. Noone had understood why Meteo Spiderbeam had offered to take over guarding the entrance.

Those who were with him now, watching him perform acrobatic leaps for his female admirers in his red-striped Victorian-esque holographic bathing costume understood now.

Including Sah'ot, who'd been below, composing dirty verses in Trinary, He came up in the fizzy wake of Spiderbeam's latest.

"Sah'ot, my goodly companion." He leaned down to whisper to him. "The fiery haired muse with the shimmering bathing costume I do believe fancies to learn more about you." He inclined his finely trimmed eyebrows in the direction of Tess Lee, newly comfortable being out of her suit.

*A good day it is in the seas of the south
when the fish swim right into your mouth* Was Sah'ot's Trinary reply, to Spiderbeam's laughter. They high fived (high three'd? high flippered?) then and Sah'ot swam over to her.

He goosed her with his snout and came up. Bobbing there, he asked: "Care t-to passs some time in interspeciesss relations sssomewhere privat-t-t-te?"

He hadn't expected her to know how sensitive his blowhole was to a punch, nor for her to move that fast...

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Mun:

Your Name: never gonna give you up
Your Journal: never gonna let you down
Your Email: never gonna run around and
Your AIM: desert you

Character:

Character's Name: Shen Sajit
Character's Fandom:The Inquest Series
Character's Home Universe: The Chronicles of the High Inquest are set in a galaxy-wide civilization called the Dispersal of Man. This universe has had a continual problem with the appearance of utopias, generally leading to the decline and eventual death of the worlds so effected.
However it is also presided over by a caste/proffesion of people known as The Inquest, who play cosmic level games of makrugh (intrigue). They maintain the balance and dynamicism of humanity as a whole. Inquestors are as powerful as humans can be and are traditionally given the title Ton before their names.

A clan name is considered a mark of prestige and duty. Sajit's Shen marks him as part of a clan of musicians.

Physical Appearance: Shen Sajit's home world is not known but his appearance indicates a considerable degree of ancestry from Southeast Asia. He has dark skin and chin length black hair and is of average height. Dark eyes that seem wise for one so relatively young. His fingers are long and callused from playing the whisperlyre. He carries himself with a proud, regal bearing.

He tends to favor long robes in white, but he is willing to adapt his clothing to his environment.

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Personality: Sajit is rather a moody boy, as all artists tend to be. He tends to throw himself head on into his projects. He's prone to sudden bursts of passionate emotion. He's not incapable of relaxing though, having a glass of zul, discussing the latest servocorpse play.

He is extremely loyal to Elloran and has been so ever since they were both children. At times he chafes at this bond, feeling trapped by it. He may even leave for years on end, but ultimately he always comes back to him. This bond has not yet been expressed sexually but if it were it would change very little about their relationship. Elloran is the celestial body around which he pivots. He no longer resents this, for he remembers when they were children, when in his fear, the young inquestor clutched his hand.

He's an empathic, kind person at heart. For instance, in Utopia Hunters he risks his own life to soothe a doomed child and play him to sleep.
Abilities and Skills: Sajit is a highly skilled musician. He also has all the training of a childsoldier in combat. He is an adept critic of the arts. He has some familiarity with the Makrugh games of the inquestors.
Sample: The place was dusty (and he tried not to think of dust), and Shen Sajit's legs felt prematurely old. The last day had sent him aimlessly walking. However he was unused to a landscape that didn't offer the easy convienence of maps and displacement plates.

He was compelled to walk the wreckage by a force that tugged his heart, dragging him through even as he joylessly munched the bland food bricks. The landscape outside in this nebula was beautiful, long veins of orange cosmic dust (don't think about it!) frozen in their tunneling, caressing the station's glasstic windows. He paid no attention though. He was looking for another shimmer, another shade of grey in perfectly groomed hair, light that came from darkly colored eyes instead of reflections in the glasstic.

Eventually his knees wobbled and he collapsed to the buklhead, grime now leaving grey fingerprints on his white robes.

Elloran...

[lest_ye_become]

Your Name: Su (and you already know the rest of it!)

Application stuff here!

Writing sample:

The sight of a young girl moving through the corridors of the station is not, in and of itself, a strange one. Certainly, there are few young ones on board, but she moves with a strict certainty that likely makes thoughts of worry about her crumble and blow away - after all, she clearly knows what she's doing.

No, what's likely to stand out is more the apron she wears, crudely cut and stitched out of some leathery black material and thick brown thread and splattered with red-brown dried stains, and the strangle goggles with cloudy, unseeing lenses. Over her shoulder she carries a lumpy canvas sack, and the oversized denim jacket she wears is just as lumpy, as though there are things underneath it.

And every now and then, she stops at a corridor junction and starts retrieving strange things from that sack...

pending

[the_measurers]

We'd like to see a little more on her appearance, if you please. What kind of clothes does she wear? Does she have glasses (yes now you have to finally decide). Is this comment creepy? YOU DECIDE.

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Mun:

Your Name: Garen
Your Journal: garenwordsmith
Your Email: garenruy@gmail.com
Your AIM: garenthehalfling

Character:

Character's Name: Yuri Lowell
Character's Fandom: Tales of Vesperia
Character's Home Universe: Sparsely populated, relatively low-tech world with lots of dangerous monsters. Most people live in settlements protected by barrier blastia (”http://aselia.wikia.com/wiki/Blastia”) and rarely leave the town they were born in. There is an Empire which attempts to enforce itself through various means, chiefly the Imperial Knights, and there are also the Guilds, who consider themselves outside of the Empire's jurisdiction. Clashes between the Imperial Knights and the Guilds happen rather frequently.
Physical Appearance: Yuri is 5'11 and slender, with dark hair to midback, an almost pasty complexion, and somewhat feminine features. He looks more or less his age (21) although he has from time to time been mistaken for a tall woman, but the issue is generally resolved once he says something. He is a compulsive sleeve-roller and generally tends to look rumpled, but in an intentional “Yes I know my shirt is unfastened, deal with it” sort of way rather than looking like he just rolled out of bed.

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Personality: Yuri has a deep-seated grudge against nobles and almost anyone richer than he is (which is almost everyone), and his snobbish hotheaded snarkiness about it can make him very difficult to deal with at times. His brief stint in the Imperial Knights gave him an equally deep-seated grudge against the Empire and authority in general. He is brash, sarcastic and cynical, unwilling (or unable) to show any sort of social graces, and tends to be grumpy when faced with annoying problems like saving people. Yuri does not suffer fools, he makes fools suffer, and if it weren't for his own (often reckless) heroic impulses, would fit perfectly into the stereotype of jaded anti-hero. He considers heroics in general to be stupid, and sees his own inability to stand by when people are in trouble as proof of his own stupidity. He likes a challenge though, and will often excuse his actions by saying that he wanted to fight that bad guy anyway, and the fact that he saved people by doing so was irrelevant. Lately he's been finding that saving the world makes him more of a hero in most people's eyes than he's comfortable with, so he's been off-loading much his fame onto his best friend Flynn, figuring that a member of the Imperial Knights should be used to such things. His loyalties are ultimately to himself and the people he considers to be under his protection, a group which seems to be expanding at an alarming rate. His fee for this loyalty is making witty (read sarcastic) remarks and the right to tease his companions mercilessly.

Abilities and Skills: Yuri is a somewhat better than competent swordsman, who through a combination of flashy gymnastics and using all four of his limbs has managed to put together a fighting style that nicely makes up for whatever disadvantage he might have due to a lack of skill. He also has a bodhi-blastia in the form of a somewhat ornamental gold cuff on his left wrist that makes him a bit faster, stronger, and more durable than the average human, in addition to letting him do simple spell techniques. He is ambidextrous, tending to favour his left hand.

Even for his world, Yuri is poorly educated and knows it. This does not particularly bother him, since he considers the skills he does have to be just as useful, if not moreso than any kind of book-learning he has come across. He's been proven wrong about this several times, but stubbornly insists that even if it is more useful, he himself is not smart enough to make proper use of it and should stick to what he's good at, IE hitting things. Give him a book, and he will probably look at you funny. Try to explain something complicated to him, and he will either tune you out and walk away or interrupt you to explain that he doesn't really care how it works, as long as it does and somebody understands it. He can read and write in his homeworld language, do simple arithmetic, and cook good (if not always pretty) food, with proper supplies. He's not as stupid as he thinks he is-- he's a quick thinker, learns quickly when he thinks something is relevant, is fairly good at reading people and situations and at using both to his advantage, and usually has the good sense not to touch something if he doesn't know what it is. He is also able to use tech even when he doesn't understand it, assuming that someone gives him very clear directions on what to do with it (ie, “press this button when the light flashes”, “pull the pin and throw toward the enemy”, etc) and would probably make a decent go-fer assistant for someone who needs an extra set of hands and to get things off high shelves, and doesn't mind putting up with Yuri's inability to keep his mouth shut for any extended period of time.

Victoria Carter | OC 1/Long

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Mun:

Your Name: Seraphita
Your Journal: kado_hime
Your Email: yukichan56@hotmail.com
Your AIM: yukikamaki1

Character:

Character's Name: Victoria Carter
Character's Fandom: OC
Character's Home Universe:
Victoria inhabits a world much like our own, with the same history and cultural developments. The major divergence from history occurred in the field of medical technology which developed at a much faster rate in Victoria's world, by the late 1800' working artificail limbs were the norm for people who had lost their natural arms or legs. By the current date, around 2015, technology had advanced to the point where prosthetic limbs could be connected to their owner's nervous system to allow for natural, albeit slightly delayed, movement. This level of connectivity and ease of use lead to an underground culture based around replacing living tissue with plastic or, in the case of those who seek the off beat goal of becoming a living doll, ceramic. At the moment, only arms and legs can be replaced in such a fashion, though within the body modification community there is rumor of people who have gone as far as to replace their face with a prosthetic.

Physical Appearance: Victoria was once a fairly normal looking girl, standing 5' 6'' with short blond hair and a moderate build. Since she began her “transformation” Victoria's body has taken on a very doll like appearance. Her arms and legs have been replaced by high tech prosthesis that are wired to her bodies nervous system and move and act like the real thing, however unlike most prosthetic limbs, which are made to look and feel as real as possible, Victoria's custom limbs are modeled after those of a doll; complete with ball joints and a finish that gives them the appearance of being made of ceramic or porcelain. The same can be said of Victoria's face, which has literally been cut from her body and replaced with what a mask. The mask is composed of two layers, the first being a white surface that is featureless save for holes for her eyes and mouth, her nose is completely artificial and thus Victoria possess no sense of smell. The second layer is fashioned in the manner of a normal human face though it possess the same porcelain qualities of her other replacement parts. This mask is incapable of showing any really emotion beyond what Victoria's eyes and mouth can convey and is a source of unease to those around her. To combat this effect, Victoria eventually commissioned several other outer masks that show a number of different effects to give more variety to her facial features and expressions.

The rest of Victoria's body, her torso in particular, is still that of a normal human being and thus she keeps it covered whenever possible, wearing flowing clothing that only reveal her face, arms, and legs. At the base of Victoria neck is tattooed the phrase “V-000”. This bit of ink was intended by Victoria to be a serial number, a marker to reinforce her nature as an artificial being, more a “thing” then a human. Finally, taking her doll-like appearance even further, Victoria is known to cut her hair to just below her ears, dye it black, and wear extensions that trail to the small of her back, by her own admission she believes it would be odd for a doll to have natural hair.

Victoria Carter | OC 2/Long

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Character History:

Background/Personality:
Victoria's youth was a time of relative normalcy, her family was fairly well off, both her father and mother work within the banking industry, thus affording the young girl anything her heart could desire. However, this also meant that she was often left alone and forced to entertain herself for hours and, on occasion, days on end. This life style led to Victoria leading a rather isolated existence with few friends. Those friends she did have came from her time at school and their friendship seemed to begin and end at the school gates. Victoria found most of her companionship from the various dolls she kept as her constant companions. Being mostly of the Victorian or Japanese style, these dolls were often the type to be wearing long flowing dresses with elegant ribbons and lace as decoration. This style would later form the foundation of Victoria's style of dress and lend itself to her vision of an ideal human being as well. Moving on, Victoria found in her dolls a something beyond comfort and an odd one sided friendship, the young girl's lonely mind saw them as an idealized form of humanity, they were forever beautiful, would never die or grow old, and, more then anything else, were in constant contact with their “master”, someone who would take care of and love them forever. Later examination of Victoria by a psychologist marks this as the beginning of Victoria's dysmorphic views of her own body, though signs of it beyond her obsessive admiration for dolls would take close for a decade to manifest themselves.

In high school, Victoria began to branch out from her self imposed isolation and began talking to other people and joined the school's sewing and art clubs, which, of course, was only to further her own knowledge of cloth making and painting, both integral elements of her doll hobby. Most of Victoria's new found friends saw her as a mere eccentric, prone to dressing strangely and talking incessantly about her hobbies. They found when she was not spouting nonsense about her hobbies that she was a fairly decent person who, deep down, just wanted to be liked by other people. However, as Victoria's out life took a turn for the better, her inner life, that of her heart, mind, and soul, began a powerful decay. No longer able to deal with her own body, seeing it as disgusting and useless, Victoria began to develop an array of bad habits that, in her mind, would somehow fix her. During this time Victoria ate very little and began avoiding going outdoors any time the sun was shining to harshly. The former because she believed she was to heavy, despite weighing a fairly normal 130lbs, and the latter because she felt that any skin tone other then a very pale white was completely unacceptable. Her destructive tendencies drew the attention of her teachers and parents who worked to have the young girl commented to a hospital for treatment. Forced to see a psychologist, Victoria was diagnosed with body dysmorphia, the constant and unshakable feeling that something was wrong with her body. After a period of observation, Victoria was deemed fit for release and was put on several medications to focus her thoughts on better things. Victoria eventually, with the medications help, eased her way back into a normal life through the rest of her stay in high school and into college.

Iroh | Avatar the Lastairbender

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Mun:

Your Name: Mitch
Your Journal: beansalad
Your Email: beansalad AT gmail.com
Your AIM: Mitchissupercool

Character:

Character's Name: Iroh
Character's Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Character's Home Universe: Iroh comes from a world united as a people but divided by war and hate. There are four different "nations" (Fire Nation, Earth Kingdom, Water Tribe and Air Nomads), which once worked together as a common people, united by their special abilities to bend and control the elements. The nation was also united with the Avatar, a person who could master all four elements and was reincarnated into a member of each respected nation in a continuous cycle.

Iroh's grandfather began a brutal war in the world, in which the Fire Nation tried to control all four nations. Ripping apart the Earth Kingdom, a mass genocide of the Air Nomads (who at the time were the keepers of the Avatar), and tearing apart the Water Tribe. Man years after, Iroh was part of this war.

Now, the nation lives in Harmony, after the defeat of Iroh's Brother and the victory over the Fire Nation, the world is trying to rebuild itself and recover from the 100 year War.

Physical Appearance: Iroh is a larger man, recently gaining a bit more of this in muscle then in fat. He has barley any hair, except that around the sides of is head and his long gray beard. He is older, so wrinkles have formed on his face in the most common places.

He usually wears long robes, sometimes red colors and sometimes green. After the war he went back to wearing the classic Royal Fire Nation garb, but prefers to be comfortable over noble looking.
Personality: Iroh is a kind hearted man that is both a force to be feared and a jolly man that everyone should befriend. Iroh was born into a fierce and power hungry family, but managed to maintain his sanity and his generosity.

Iroh has no desire for power, as he did not fight his younger brother for the crown. He prefers enjoying life and has a deep love for all things in nature and in relation to the spirit world. Although when he is threatened, he will not hesitate to retaliate. But he is a gentle soul who wants nothing more then a humble life filled with tea and hot springs.

Abilities and Skills: Firebending, the control and creation of fire. Generation of lightning and to control it's path. Gifted strategist, player of both the Pipa and Tsungi Horn, awareness of the spirit world, and tea connoisseur.
Sample: It was cold here. It wasn't anything like the north or south poles, it was like an underlining sense of the cold black outside the ship. Iroh did not expect anything like this when he first arrived. He had assumed that the Order of the White Lotus knew what they were doing when they asked him to go on this mission...but now...now he wasn't so sure.

"Pardon me, could you tell me where a poor tired old man could get some hot tea?" a woman was reading a book on a small metal bench, she simply turned away, ignoring him. Iroh sighed, "I do hope that you don't hurt yourself ignoring me, madam. I would hate to see you bruise your bottom." the woman shut her book and pointed down the hall. Iroh simply smiled, clicked his heels together and headed down the corridor.

The tea was server in a small tin cup. The man that served it looked just as drab as the tea. It was hot,

REVISIONS

[the_measurers]

We'd like to ask you to expand his personality section. Also please either expand his appearance or link to a picture of him. Thank you.

Lucy/Nyu 1/?

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u>Mun:

Your Name: Seraphita
Your Journal: kado_hime
Your Email: yukichan56@hotmail.com
Your AIM: yukikamak1

Character:

Character's Name: Lucy/Nyu
Character's Fandom: Elfen Leid
Character's Home Universe:
Major points can be found here: http://manga.wikia.com/wiki/Diclonius
Physical Appearance: http://elfen-lied.wikia.com/wiki/Lucy
Personality:
Due to her background as a Diclonius and her tortured childhood, Lucy has somewhat of a warped view of the world and human beings. She spent most of her youth in an orphanage, due to having killed her own parent's at the age of 3, where she was tormented by other children for her horns. The orphanages' staff even ridiculed her, avoid contact with her because she “wasn't human”. Making matters worse, Lucy found a puppy during her stay and told the one girl she considered a friend about it. This led to the girl telling the boys who made fun of her about the dog, the boys then proceeded to kill the animal. This caused Lucy to release her Vectors for the first time killing the boys. From that moment forward,Lucy developed an intense dislike of human beings and saw nothing wrong with killing them if the need arose. The exception to this came in the form of a boy named Kouta, who was the only person who really formed a real bond with Lucy, playing with her for a few days before leaving to go home, but not before saying he was going to visit his cousin at a local festival. Kouta lied that his cousin was male, in an effort to keep Lucy from becoming sad, this little lie had horrible consequences as Lucy ended up seeing Kouta at the festival and, enraged at seeing Kouta with another girl, began killing anyone within reach of her Vectors. In this we see, that Lucy has serious problems dealing with anger or disappointment and lashes out at others to the face of such emotions, the differences being, that unlike normal people, Lucy is capable of causing great loss of life with her fits. This moment also sealed Lucy's hatred of human beings, she began seeing them as untrustworthy and two faced and not accepting of her kind. She resolved to replace human beings with her own kind via her powers as a way of dealing with this “problem”. The only person Lucy ever felt bad for hurting was Kouta, to whom she promised she would apologize to someday for the pain she caused him.

As an adult, Lucy became able to mildly control herself, no longer lashing out at random human beings and killing only when her life was actually in danger. She still lacks remorse for her violent pass, with the obvious exception of Kohta, with whom she finally apologizes to after living with him for a period of time. Her relationship with Kouta seems to be the one thing that keeps her grounded, as thoughts of hurting him again are often enough for her to call off an attack or revert to her Nyu personality. All of this combined seemed to point to Lucy being in love with Kouta but her violent past and Diclonius nature prevent the two from really being together.

It is very notable, that after escaping from confinement at the Diclonious research facility, Lucy hit her head and developed a secondary more innocent personality, that Kohta named Nyu, as that was the only sound she was able to make after he found her. Nyu is a simple person, speaking little English and having no idea about how the world around her works. She tends to make fast friends with people around her and is generally liked by everyone around her. Nyu is also very affectionate, often in inappropriate circumstances such as asking Kohta to cuddle with her after he found her alone in the wood, after she who run away from home in her Lucy personality and had reverted to Nyu with out having a clue where she is. She also groped Kohta's cousin Yuka's breasts on random occasions, though no real reason was given for the act. Finally, switching between her Nyu and Lucy personalities often involves one of two circumstances, either falling on her head somehow or experiencing a deep trauma such as seeing one of her friends under attack.

Lucy/Nyu 2/2

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Abilities and Skills:
As a Diclonious, Lucy has access to the use of her Vectors, a set of invisible arms that she can manipulate with her mind. These strange limbs can be manipulated as weapons by vibrating them as a frequency at which they can cut through human flesh and bone. The Vectors are also the means by which Diclonious “reproduce” as they infect human males with a virus that causes any offspring they may produce to be born as Silpelit Diclonious, beings sometime referred to as “workers” that are weaker then “pure” Diclonious and exist only to infect others with the virus. Silpelit Diclonious are sterile while Lucy herself is apparently capable of giving birth as a normal human being would and as a result could theoretically produce more “pure” Diclonious if she ever tried to.

Sample:
Lucy roamed the halls of the station direction less and despondent, her eyes perpetually glued to the barren floor. This place had been filled with humans to, she thought, and from what she gathered from the chatter around her, many worlds beyond this and her own were as well. It was enough drive the young Diclonious to her usual unhappy place and the idea that she was destined to be isolated and mistreated by those around her. She wondered if she would have to carry out the mission she had set forth for herself in her youth, “I could infect every male in this place within in a week”, she murmured to herself, inaudible to those around her. With that vile thought in her mind, Lucy continues dragging herself forward with no real goal or destination in mind, until, without warning, a woman emerges from the side hall way, looking over documents of some kind she is equally unaware of Lucy as the Diclonious was of her. The pair quickly meet path, as the woman knocks Lucy to the ground, causing a look of fury to emerge in her eyes.

On edge because of the environment around her and feelings dug deep into her psyche, the minor infraction causes Lucy's Vectors to spring forth. The phantom hands lashed out at the innocent by standard with surgical precision , overlaying themselves with the woman's brain, with a mere thought she could rend the woman to pieces as she had so many times, leaving the hall splattered with blood and severed body parts. No one would be able to trace the killing, it would look like a freak accident. But, after a moment the ghostly hands withdrew from the woman's head, leaving her safe from any harm they may have inflicted on her. Unaware of her own brush with death, the woman continues to yell at the floor bound Lucy, shouting insults against her intelligence, among other things. Yet, Lucy offers no response, she didn't think such a loud person deserved any response, instead opting to spring to her feet and slowly shuffle past the human beside her.

Lucy knew the woman had done nothing to harm her. It would be best to reserve any acts of aggression for the soldiers and scientists who had followed her since her youth, she thought. That was perhaps the only positive aspect of being flung into this dank, sterile, place, no one was chasing her anymore, no one knew what a Diclonious was for that matter either. For the time being, Lucy would be allowed a degree of anonymity, a happy coincidence she is more then willing to enjoy until the moment that someone becomes wise to her nature. Then, she thought to herself, she might have to go on the run again. But to where, she was not certain...

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Mun:

Your Name: Dy
Your Journal: [Bad username or site: ”dynamo_hunter_a” @ livejournal.com]
Your Email: dynamo _ mercenary _ hunter @ hotmail . com
Your AIM: dynamo hunter a

Character:

Character's Name: Locke Cole
Character's Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Character's Home Universe:Locke's home universe is as average as any other... with the exception of magic and science trying to cancel the other out. Magic is forbidden after the world's War of the Magi... with peculiar creatures known as Espers harnessing its power. Espers had chosen to lock their world away from the humans... until a fateful day where the two races had made a chance encounter. With humans wishing to conquer this power of magic, and those opposing its forces, the world is thrown into war once again.
Physical Appearance: The fellow is dressed in dark clothing, wearing a vest and matching pants over a white shirt. A multi-colored bandanna covers his head. His frame is thin but well muscled, blue eyes and a dusty blonde mop of hair covers his head.
Personality: Locke is a man who puts others ahead of himself. He will sometimes do this recklessly, when not even knowing the true status of the one he's helping, as he feels it the right thing to do. It has become his own self-appointed job to protect those who need it, especially females (for some unknown cause, but to himself). Locke joined a force against the world's so-called Empire, in hopes of freeing it from the madness that they had intended for them.
Abilities and Skills: Human wise, without the aid of Espers... Locke is quite the skilled... treasure hunter. While most view this practice as that of a common thief, he takes serious offense to it. In fact... he'll even threaten you if you don't use the correct term he's looking for.
Sample: There was a heavy pause in his motions... surely the creature didn't see even a slight motion from him. Locke remained where he was, intending to attack the creature that was far too close to city boundaries. The young man was doing needless tasks of collecting monster fangs or claws for profit. On occasion, one of the beasts had something useful or of value. Part of him did such needless hunting for the money, for adventure. Another part of him continued such recklessness in order to distract his mind. Keep himself occupied.

With his mind drifting elsewhere, he had made the mistake of alerting the large dog beast. Well, his sneak attack had failed as the creature charged at him. Dodging out of the way by mere inches, Locke whipped his frame around and made an attempt to back stab it. If not the for the armored back, he would've succeeded. The beast turned around and had headbutted him square in the chest, knocking the man a few feet away.

Gasping for breath... he stood to his feet. Gritting his teeth, he realized his own personal "Patrol Duty" would have to wait. For now... fleeing from this animal would be in his best interest. Besides, he could use himself as bait long enough for the monster to look elsewhere for a potential meal. That, and it'd be well out of Kohlingen's city limits.

'You're a genius!' Well... he thought he was at least. Running from the monster would keep his mind plenty occupied.

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Aya Shameimaru 1/?

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Mun:

Your Name: Levi
Your Journal: azriel_oda
Your Email: hirimioda@aim.com
Your AIM: hirimioda

Character:

Character's Name: Aya Shameimaru
Character's Fandom: Touhou Project
Character's Home Universe: Gensokyo (http://touhou.wikia.com/wiki/Gensokyo)
Physical Appearance: The most Beautiful Reporter (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/birdy669/ayayaya.jpg)

Personality: Aya is a fairly ancient Tengu of Gensokyo, having been alive for over 1000 years. Don't let that long life fool you, however, as she doesn't act completely mature in quite a lot of situations. Aya is a woman who takes her job as a reporter very seriously. The Tengu of Gensokyo often deal quite a lot in information and gossip, so a reporter is a natural step for her. However, Aya is a woman dedicated to finding the truth, and tries her hardest to get the real story out of anything she's investigating or covering.

Though she is dedicated to the truth, she often has a bad habit of letting her own personal opinions slide into her news articles. As such, she is a woman who is not particularly liked in Gensokyo, as her articles will often paint them in a light they don't quite agree with. She is very dedicated to her publication, The Bunbunmaru, but that as well is not received well by the residents of her home world.

Despite this, Aya never gives up on her search for the truth. She is a very dedicated woman...but she is also not above tricking others in order to bolster the popularity of her newspaper in Gensokyo.

Outside of being a reporter, Aya has a bright and often times headache-inducing personality. She's often smiling and treats everyone with outward respect and true politeness. However, she is also a very passionate person, and any allegations made against her newspaper or her own reporting will be defended. Being a crow, she is also passionate about stamping out Animal Cruelty and railing against it wherever she sees it.

Despite how she often acts, Aya is also a rather intelligent woman. She has no regard for her own power, however, and will often "accidentally" win fights in her attempts to cover a story. Though, she has also been known to deliberately lose fights she's been ordered to carry out, if she thinks the end result will be more helpful than defeating her opponent. She usually avoids confrontation, preferring to uncover the truth behind events rather than get fully involved. Also, she is a Tengu, and therefore loves to drink and celebrate.

Re: Aya Shameimaru 2/2

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Abilities and Skills: Aya carries three items on her at all times. The first is a Tengu notebook known as Bunkachou which has gathered innumerable photographs of Danmaku battles and cute girls of Gensokyo along with handwritten notes, all interesting observations for her Bunbunmaru Newspaper. She also always has her camera strapped to her shoulder, taking pictures of whatever she finds interesting or usable for her newspaper. She also always has a Tengu fan on her person which is able to summon wind, from light breezes to the immense.

In the realm of abilities and powers, Aya is a very very powerful Tengu. She is, without a doubt, the fastest creature alive in Gensokyo. She is able to break the sound barrier with ease, and other Youkai are rarely, if ever, able to even touch her. Beyond that, Aya also has the ability to manipulate the wind, and is able to hear things from a great distance.

Aside from her Tengu-specific abilities, she has all the abilities a Youkai of Gensokyo is expected to have. She can fly, and she has an extremely resilient and ancient Youkai body, something that is difficult to damage and/or kill by normal means. She is also able to fire magical orbs of concussive energy typically called Danmaku. They are not lethal by nature, but they travel at the speeds of a bullet fired from a gun and can deliver quite the beating if you are hit by enough of them...and literally hundreds of them can be fired at a time.

Aya also has a few Spell Cards at her disposal, ones that are able to produce insane amounts of Danmaku and Typhoon-level winds. These spell cards are used sparingly, since Aya is not one to get into fights.

Sample:

[From the Bunkachou(notebook) of Aya Shameimaru, Intrepid Reporter for the Bunbunmaru.]

Courageous reporter, Aya Shameimaru, has bravely set out on an adventure to find the ultimate truth this day! It seems only a short time ago that I had been contacted by a mysterious agent of what I can only assume is a resistance against a horrible, tyrannical government that stretches across the stars! Unfortunately, I have not been told much yet, but I have made a vow to myself to leave my own home and investigate such an incredible claim!

After a long trip, I now find myself on what is referred to as a "Station." I can look from a viewing window to see nothing but the stars spread out before me like the open sea...no beginning, no end. As I scan the contents of this "Station," I feel a profound sense of desperation and barely controlled panic from the residents. They walk listlessly, their lives seemingly shattered by what I can only guess must be this evil Empire. This "Station" itself seems to be in horrible disrepair. There are mountains of what I can only assume is junk scattered everywhere, some of it being picked at by various creatures. I cannot imagine what hope this Resistance has, but it must be something, or else they would have likely given up long ago.

[Various rough sketches of the people and places within the JunkStation are found on the next few pages, with barely legible notes written around each one.]

Why would I [horribly scratched out text]. Why would an intrepid reporter such as myself risk life and limb to come to a place that has nothing to do with my world, you may ask? As a seeker of Truth, I cannot sit idly by while a world connected to our own Gensokyo is currently in a war which may stretch across our Hakurei Border! I do this not for myself, but for every resident of Gensokyo! I will uncover the truth, and bring the news before destruction meets our land! (This part is really good, it's going straight into the article. Have to remember to find better words to display bravery and the quest for truth. Maybe throw in something about the wickedness of this "Empire" when I learn more about it so people will be more interested in reading...or maybe a flip story if I find out I've ended up on the wrong side.)

(Note to self, find someone with war stories for an article later.)

(Also find out if pictures can be developed somewhere on this...station...thing.)

Ayla || Chrono Trigger

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Mun:

Your Name: Tessa
Your Journal: kazeraikaku
Your Email: ukeheliel@gmail.com
Your AIM: meradrin nykrel

Character:

Character's Name: Ayla
Character's Fandom: Chrono Trigger
Character's Home Universe: Prehistoric Earth-type world, circa 65,000,000 B.C. - Ayla's original time is one where the humans fight dinosaurs and the like, warring for territory. All of the eras in the game have many normal earth elements and are fairly historically accurate to their real-life counterparts.
Physical Appearance: Ayla (”http://i28.tinypic.com/29f73n6.jpg”)
Personality: Ayla has a very simple sort of personality. She likes people who are one of at least two things: strong or funny. Being from such a primitive society, she lacks understanding of many basic 'human' principles - she is loud and boisterous, and ignores any sense of 'personal space.' To her, tact is all but nonexistent, as she says everything that's on her mind when she feels like saying so.

However, in spite of her strong-woman attitude, Ayla tends to find the good in others and, in turn, tries to help them where she can. Though she's quick to defend herself, her friends and her territory, Ayla respects those who are attempting to do the same, friend or foe.
Abilities and Skills: Ayla is more or less a “normal” human, though she is many times stronger than what most consider normal. She fights with her fists and nails, which are strong enough that she takes no personal damage when using them, even against things made of, say, rock. Ayla is also very catlike, both in the way she runs and in several of her 'special' attacks.
Sample: Ayla had made the arrival onto Senburu Trati'salan in the usual way. Time and dimension travel was nothing new to her, and in some ways, the ship reminded her of the Black Omen. Granted, it was a much less well developed ship, but that suited Ayla just fine.

“Big ship, must have many strong competitors on! Ayla like!” she exclaimed, to no one other than herself. After all, she'd wandered her way down toward the BSL labs. Did she know what was down here? Likely not really. She would, however, when she found herself inside the desert zone and suddenly attacked by... something. It was a Fune, though she didn't recognize it as such – just an enemy.

And, she would find, a rather weak one – it scarcely even got a chance to show itself before she had beat it into pieces. “Hmm. Too weak. Ayla find stronger enemy!” And so, the blonde started to scour the beginning reaches of Sector 3, tearing back and forth on all fours and fighting most anything that decided to come attack her.

You got in just at the minimum amount of personality

[the_measurers]

Accepted. You know what to do.

Gauron || Full Metal Panic! (1/3)

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Mun:

Your Name: Zoharial
Your Journal: akakuro_sama
Your Email: beloved.tyrant@gmail.com
Your AIM: RedandBlack394

Character:

Character's Name: Gauron
Character's Fandom: Full Metal Panic! (Yes, the exclamation point is part of the title. That's how awesome this series is.)
Character's Home Universe: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Full_Metal_Panic!#Setting This is seriously all I really know about the world outside the plot of the anime. x_x;;

Method of Arrival on Station: He'll be joining you on Bohr.

Physical Appearance:
(in his mech's cockpit) (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v499/akakuro/FMP/iconfodderchannelingzhongda.jpg)
He's not wearing the jumpsuit by the time he makes it to the station, but I haven't decided exactly what he's wearing instead. Probably, it'll be clothes. (http://images.absoluteanime.com/full_metal_panic/gauron.jpg)
It'll probably also have more places to carry ammo and concealed weapons than his suit does, too. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v499/akakuro/FMP/Gauron6-1.jpg)

Personality, Background Abilities and Skills: All can be found right here. (http://mr-irony.livejournal.com/profile) Btw, I lied about that section that says it only applies to Vildiur. The first four paragraphs of it also apply here. I'm pulling Gauron from after his attempt to smuggle nukes into Afghanistan (about episode 18 of the first series).

Gauron || Full Metal Panic! (2/3)

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Sample:
There were few things Gauron found more hilarious than the irony of feeling like the only sensible one around. Most of them involved genocide.

The Fay'lian invasion had come peacefully to his world, because Amalgam had been there; it seemed counterintuitive that what could be considered a terrorist group would be the ones to save the world, but one of the highest-ranking members and most influential members of the organization had similar ideals to the Fay'lians, and Amalgam had influential allies within the governments of all the world's most powerful nations. They had been able to insinuate Fay'lian influence seamlessly everywhere they had a hand, and as a result, the world was left mostly sovereign. Mostly.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before Mithril cocked it all up with their delusions of grandeur and nobility. Things changed all the time - nations rose and fell, peoples were enslaved; and while genocide was amusing to contemplate, it wasn't a business Gauron had any interest in being on the wrong side of - not that he probably would have lived long enough, if curiosity hadn't gotten the better of him. He'd seen his chance, and he'd smooth-talked his way into being assigned to the Fay'lians; as he'd anticipated, their medical technology was superior enough to destroy the cancer that his world's medicine would've only been able to mitigate long enough to give him a few more miserable years at best. He was out of dodge now, and in exchange, the Fay'lians had put him to work doing what he did best: dicking shit up for the hell of it.

In what he figured was about five Earth years since then, he'd assassinated dozens of key leaders who'd stood against the Fay'lians, infiltrated numerous resistance cells, and seen a few worlds burn. All this, despite the fact that he was pretty sure the Fay'lians were complete idiots. He'd seen the type before, though he doubted they'd existed on such a large scale during his lifetime, back in his world.

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Mun:

Your Name: Mica
Your Journal: mica_silverwind
Your Email: evilshrimpy@yahoo.com
Your AIM: pearlyunicorn1

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Character:

Character's Name: Toothless
Character's Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon (film)
Character's Home Universe: How To Train Your Dragon on Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_to_Train_Your_Dragon_%28film%29)
How to Train Your Dragon Wiki (http://howtotrainyourdragon.wikia.com/wiki/How_to_Train_Your_Dragon_Wiki)
Method of Arrival on Station: (see the FAQ for a list of options)
Physical Appearance: Size Comparison (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100429230813/howtotrainyourdragon/images/5/57/How-to-train-your-dragon.jpg) (w/hiccup)
Appearance (http://mattkendrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/night-fury-02.png)
Personality: Devious and intelligent, Toothless’ life was relatively uncomplicated befopre meeting Hiccup. As a rare Night Fury, he rarely, if ever met another of his kind, finding company, instead, in other species of dragon, or more commonly, not at all. He’s elitist over his speed and power, finding nothing strange in bossing around or fighting creatures many times his own size and weight. Given to bullheadedness, Toothless rarely gives up, even when something is clearly futile. Being without human notions of language, his thinking is largely symbolic in nature, often to the point of confusion. His is a world where death is rarely more than one step away, and as a result he has little tolerance for procedural imperfections in those he sees as equals. Fortunately, this is relatively few, and thus his protective instincts prevent his human half from being injured on multiple occasions. Toothless likes to teach those he sees as helpless, and takes it as a matter of course that they should be ignorant in the ways of the world- especially humans.
when faced with death, even when helpless before it, he accepts it bravely, from the initial ‘do as you must,’ when under Hiccup’s knife to the eventual culminating battle against the Green Death as a ‘If I’m going down, you are coming with me.’ Friendly though he has become towards humans, one should never mistake him for a tame dragon, in the same way one would never provoke an elephant, no matter how well-trained it may seem. In a fight, he prefers the night attack, relying on speed and stealth to protect him, but doesn’t hesitate to attempt intimidation, where he must.Though naturally suspicious of most new things, his association with humans has lead to a wider expression of curiosity than previously shown. It’s probable that, while Toothless has achieved his full growth, he’s still relatively young for his kind, and thus still childish, like a yearling puppy. Hiccup’s role in crippling Toothless’ tail-based rudder mechanism at first lead to a grudging dependence, followed at length by an attitude of superiority. ‘Of course you bring me my food. Why would I event want to hunt for myself? More sea bass, slave!’
Abilities and Skills: He’s a dragon. He can breathe fire and fly, or rather, he could, before he was crippled. He can run fast, and with some help, fly faster.

Urd

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Mun:

Your Name: Joh
Your Journal: atelierjoh
Your Email: love.a.riddle@gmail.com
Your AIM: atelierjoh

Urd

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Character:

Character's Name: Urd
Character's Fandom: Ah! My Goddess
Character's Home Universe:
This is based off of the manga canon, ignoring the events in the OVA, the movie, the anime TV series, and the novel written by Touma Yumi.

Urd's mother is Hild, the CEO of the Infernal Realm. Obviously that bit should foreshadow what an angst-riddled past Urd has.

Working off of that, Urd is a half-goddess and half-demon hybrid; it's never stated who her father is, but obviously he was a heavenly deity. When Urd was around eight, Hild took her to Heaven where Urd has resided for most of her life since then; she was raised alongside her younger half sisters Belldandy and Skuld. Urd definitely cared for the middle child Belldandy, who was the exemplification of what a goddess was: she was pure, kind, selfless, beautiful, and powerful. In fact, Urd admired her... but also was a bit jealous of her.

During this time, Urd wanted to believe she was a complete goddess. Unfortunately, there came a time when she could no longer deny her demonic heritage, and it illustrated itself to her in a very literal sense... when Urd swallowed her angel egg, she was confronted with World of Elegance, the mirror of her soul.

It was half white... and half black.

Urd then screamed "I never want to see you again!", and World of Elegance sealed herself away. It was then that Urd knew for certain her heritage, and began hating her demon side. It's never specifically stated how she found out more information including that her mother was the CEO of the Infernal Realm, but obviously others in Heaven knew of her dual heritage somehow.

When they were children, Belldandy also came down with an illness whcih required the Jade Dragon Stone of the East. Urd took it upon herself it find it, but in her ADHD she attempted to tame Sleipnir... and by the time she finally did, somebody else found the stone and cured Belldandy.

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Mun:

Your Name: Lorelei
Your Journal: plaid_boots
Your Email: Rosescentedembrace@gmail.com
Your AIM: (optional) Howmuchineedyou

Character:

Character's Name: Howl Jenkins Pendragon
Character's Fandom: (if an original universe based OC, put 'OC' here) Howls Moving Castle
Character's Home Universe:(Please either describe a bit of your character's universe or link to a wiki that does so) Modern day London/ A magical realm akin to 1900 england. His country's prince has been 'kidnapped' and it is at war with a neighboring country. He lives in his castle in wastes of the country, trying his hardest to stay away from people, and the conflict as he can.
Method of Arrival on Station: (see the FAQ for a list of options)
Physical Appearance: http://fc10.deviantart.com/fs20/f/2007/229/8/8/_Howl__s_Moving_Castle__by_Zaphk.jpg
Personality: Howl is a complex person, and know for drastic mood swings. To most he is a calm, collected, charismatic 'Wizard'. It's said he finds beautiful young women and 'eats their hearts', as every woman that falls in love with his charm and good looks, ends up heart broken and abandoned. In reality he longs for love, more than anything, but knows he cannot have it.
Howl lives behind layers and layers of lies, so deep it sometimes seems he too forgets the truth. Howl is prone to throwing silent tantrums when he dose not get his way, but when he dose he's pleasant and mild. When he cares for someone he cares deeply and purely, but can never make the commitment.
This, like most things, frighten Howl. Charismatic as he is, hes a coward, and would sooner run away then face problems.
Abilities and Skills: Howl is little more than a mundane human, but he learned great magic from his mentor, able to create potions, and simple spells. Mostly for protection, deception, or illusion. He can change his body into that of a deadly raven, but if he changes to much, to often, he will be stuck that way forever, caught in the darkness of his own heart, or in this case, lack there of. He is also bound to a fire demon named Calcifer. I think having your very own fire demon counts as a skill. He's a rather persnickety demon, but now and again, he can loan his great power to fuel Howl's Magic.
Sample: First Person Sample:
Her chest rises and falls, as she sleeps beside me. A Pretty young merchants daughter, with dark curls, and curves aplenty. She had a sweet temperament, and pleasant smile. I like her.
I wish I could love her.
Look at her laying there in the moonlight, pristine, flawless. Like every girl before her, like everyone after. Their all perfect... and none of them... can be mine for more than a moment.
So, perhaps I shall have her for one more moment.

Third Person Sample:
Howl was fastening his earring as he came down the stairs into what had become a 'sitting room'. On one side was all of calcifer's fireplace that kept the castle moving, The rest of the room was over run with what ever Howl had been working on last, everything haphazardly packed.
Like every morning Howl came down, said good morning to Calcifer, and then settled in to toy with one potion or another.
Only today was different.
Today was Market day for him, and not any market, but, London.
He had spent his life using herbs to change the color of his hair, to paint his skin, to make it glow with health. Commissioned lavish clothes and jewelry, to dazzle those around him by his very appearance. Always saying 'use my potions and you'll be this perfect too'.
Today he would look at these foolish people, and sell them lies.
And, oh, how they bought them, every single time.

REVISIONS

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Sample posts must be set in the game universe. Please submit a new sample.

We'd like to hear some more about his home universe.

His method of arrival on the station is a required field.

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Mun:

Your Name: Li
Your Journal: inkblade
Your Email: pikaboochrysalis[at]aim[dot]com
Your AIM: (see above)

Character:

Character's Name: Rufus Shinra
Character's Fandom: FFVII
Character's Home Universe: Midgar (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Midgar), The Planet. (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/The_Planet)
Method of Arrival on Station: His people discovered the existence of other dimensions during the WRO’s renovation of the old Shinra Space Program, and left Midgar to explore the multiverse of his own accord, eventually making his way to Bohr where he was contacted by a Resistance agent and privately spirited away to the station.
Physical Appearance: Tall & slim, with blond hair & blue eyes, Rufus is nearly always dressed to impress in a three piece, double breasted, white suit. The pieces change from time to time, and occassionally accessorized with black or gray, but the world is still waiting for Rufus to discover another color suit. He is your vanilla. Come get some.
Personality: Cool, calculating, and ambitious--with a streak of understated sarcasm--Rufus often comes off as untouchable and aloof. In reality he is almost every bit as heartless as he seems, with whatever diamond hard, protomateria-like organ keeps his blue blood pumping encased in a nearly impenetrable shell of armor. But we all know what they say about stones and glass houses, and the Shinra empire is no exception.

Regardless of his daddy issues, or perhaps because of them, Rufus strives to excel in everything he does--which includes manipulating others both above and below his rank. He is rarely seen without one or more of his cohort, the Turks, which may contributes to his reputation as a tyrant and a bully--though the word 'coward' is never spoken too loudly. He is and always has been deeply determined to out-do his predecessor...one way or another.
Abilities and Skills: Groomed for succession to the Shin-Ra empire since childhood, Rufus had been living in the Shin-Ra shadow for as long as he could remember, following his father's footsteps like the dutiful son he was. He excells in business, politics, and keeping up appearances; and he has a smile that can charm the pants off of paparazzi and virgins alike.

He also grew up surrounded by and working closely with members of the Department of Administrative Research--an elite group of enforcers better known as the Turks. As such, he is trained in marksmanship and self defense; his weapon of choice being a double barrelled, sawed-off shotgun. In the past, he also possessed the ability to "summon" a panther-like guard-beast called Dark Nation--but since his loyal pet was killed in action he has never had the heart to replace it.

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Sample: Rufus stood before the observation window as the shuttle eased its way onto the landing pad with an hydraulic sigh. Watching the dock workers as they scrambled back and forth to prepare for de-boarding, and members of the press craning their necks for that first glimpse of the Who‘s Who.

“Mr. Shinra!” a voice called from somewhere behind him, and he turned to see one of his newly appointed aides hurrying toward him with a palm-top in one hand, a stylus in the other, and an earpiece perched smartly on one ear. Doubtless the boy was scrolling through itineraries and schedules in an attempt to keep his new employer on track. “Mr. Shinra, they’re ready for you on the platform. Your shuttle is waiting.”
“Of course,” he replied, raking that perpetually wayward lock of hair back from his forehead and strolling to the boarding ramp. Emerging into open air, he paused, gazing out over the crowd once more, posing for the cameras out of habit before continuing on his way. Forgetting for a moment that most people would have likely never heard of him. But wasn’t that the entire reason for this venture?

“Mr. Shinra!” someone called, and his contact from Resistance--whatever in Odin’s name that was--materialized beside him and began the obligatory sycophancy. “May I just say once again that we are honored to have your support--” Magic words for: We love your money. “And I was just wondering if you’d care to give a statement on how you plan to contribute--” How much can we milk you for?

Rufus could have easily dazzled him with some diplomatic baffle-gab about what an honor it was to be part of their venture into inter-dimensional relations, and that he would to everything in his power to see its success, but really, they’d been over this before. “The check is in the mail,” he answered, blasé, “I’ll have my people call your people when I‘ve had a change to get settled.”

Sephiroth (1/?)

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Mun:

Your Name: Lennon
Your Journal: mundane_rper
Your Email: ReppaKen@gmail.com
Your AIM: FalzarStorm

Character:

Character's Name: Sephiroth
Character's Fandom: Crisis Core: Final Fantasy 7
Character's Home Universe: Here (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/The_Planet)
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: Crisis Core, around the time of the attack on Junon.
Method of Arrival on Station: Sephiroth will be joining the crew on Bohr. The Shinra Space Program discovered evidence of the ability to travel to other worlds and dispatched Sephiroth to look into it; not because they felt he was expendable, but because it was so astoundingly top-secret that they didn't trust any lesser SOLDIER with the job.
Physical Appearance: This is what he looks like (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/File:Sephiroth_Crisis_Core.jpg)
Personality: Sephiroth has basically spent his entire life in either a laboratory or the military. He was raised by people who were paid to do so and surrounded by 'peers' who were his physical and intellectual inferiors. This has had a dramatic effect on his personality. He's proud to the point of arrogance, and though he doesn't brag about it (for such is a sign of insecurity) he makes it very clear in both word and deed that he's aware of his ability. When fighting, he practically radiates the feeling that his time is being wasted. He's similarly short with people that he thinks are dumber than he is, as demonstrated by his rather blunt dismissal of Professor Hojo.

He also tends to hold other people at arms' length, socially. His cool demeanor is partly due to his upbringing; displays of emotion are a flaw in a soldier, and he's never been anything but a soldier, so he keeps a tight rein on his thoughts and feelings. Few people can tell what's going on behind those cat-like green eyes, and Sephiroth isn't inclined to tell them either. He finds it very difficult to open up to people (again, see: Upbringing), so even those people he might call 'friend' find him terribly mysterious.

This isn't to say Sephiroth is completely anti-social. Just because he doesn't make friends easily doesn't prevent him from having many acquaintances; perhaps that's the best he can hope for. He is capable of showing respect for people who prove themselves, however, such as Professor Gast...and there are a rare few people who are able to pierce through the walls Sephiroth surrounds himself with. When with people he trusts he's actually displayed a very wry sense of humor, such as identifying Genesis' LOVELESS quotes and complaining they've been beating him into his head. He's also surprisingly loyal to those friends, even when they're acting like a moron, as demonstrated by his immediate volunteering to give Genesis a blood transfusion.

Despite being literally made as a company man, Sephiroth still has a heart deep down, and he's perfectly willing to disregard company orders when it suits him. He'll let enemies run away if he believes they're misguided (instead of evil), and he's even been known to refuse orders that go against his morals (such as assassinating Genesis). Sephiroth is one of those people who believes that the strong have a duty to look out for the weak, and that's why he can't abide petty bullies like Professor Hojo. This is also what makes him a hero in spite of his many and varied personality flaws.

Re: Sephiroth (2/2)

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Abilities and Skills:
- Sephiroth is a SOLDIER, the first of his kind. His strength, speed, and endurance are far beyond an ordinary human's; he's survived being stabbed with the Buster Sword and is able to cut through the city of Junon's main cannon in a single swing. As a side effect, his eyes glow green in faint light and his pupils narrow like a cat's when he's particularly angry.
- He's an extremely talented swordsman capable of pulling off quite a few unnatural moves (like firing waves of energy from his blade), including special moves like Octaslash (it's...pretty much exactly what it sounds like). He's also somehow able to summon Masamune out of thin air.
- He also has three mastered materia attached to his armor/weapons, which let him throw fireballs/chunks of ice/lightning bolts at enemies.
- When really pressed, like most everyone from his world, he has a Limit Break. His is called Supernova, and creates a large rapidly-expanding fireball that he can knock people into.
- On a somewhat mundane note, he is a soldier, so he's trained in using several different weapons (including his bare hands), leading troops into battle, things like that. There's a reason he held the rank of General, after all.

Sample: (At least three good sized paragraphs. Please set this within the game's multiverse. You may use NPCs or characters already in the game as foils for your character in this sample if you wish. Format is prose, either third or first person.)

The first thing Sephiroth noticed upon stepping onto Bohr wasn't the terrible smell, or even the ramshackle nature of the structure. The first thing he noticed was the palpable air of...well, greed was probably the best way to describe it. The furtive looks, the garish shops, it all reminded him quite a bit of his few visits to Wall Market. He wasn't entirely sure what to do now that his route home had collapsed on him, but he figured he would figure it out soon enough.

Somehow he managed to stride the halls unaccosted, perhaps due to the subtle aura of menace he always gave off when he was annoyed; like he knew at least sixteen ways to kill everyone in his way and only needed to pick the right one. Up ahead there was a loud squeal of metal as some kind of insect-like creature burst from its restraints, giving off a horrible multi-throated shriek and throwing its would-be handler across the corridor with such force that he dented the wall. He didn't get back up. Neither did Sephiroth break his stride.

Once the creature became aware of the SOLDIER it turned to look at him and, being either too primitive or too mad to do otherwise, it let out another shriek and charged. Sephiroth raised his hand palm-first. Once the creature was close enough a small green gem attached to the bracelet on his wrist flared up, and a shard of ice shot down from the sky with enough force to skewer the creature to the deck. He didn't even flinch at killing his first alien. He did, however, turn to address the man who suddenly approached him.

"You seem like a talented gentleman," the man said, glancing about shiftily as if expecting the very shadows themselves to leap out and grab him. "If I might have a moment of your time...?"

For the briefest of instants, Sephiroth considered the proposal. He knew this man's type. AVALANCHE supporters, Wutai remnants...they were all the same. This man too seemed like the kind of fellow who was being hunted by a much stronger enemy. And yet...it wasn't like Sephiroth was going anywhere, was he? Perhaps in time he could find a way back. "I'm listening," the general said at length.

Russia | Axis Powers Hetalia | 1/3

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Mun:

Your Name: Ryuuto
Your Journal: merlin_star
Your Email: flynn.scifo712@gmail.com
Your AIM: justicehero704 (subject to change)

Russia | Axis Powers Hetalia | 2/3

[littlebirdofice.livejournal.com]

Character:

Character's Name: Russia (Ivan Braginski)
Character's Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character's Home Universe: In this universe, it is very similar to real life. There is really only one major difference. The countries of the world have a personification. The people who know are the leaders of the world, and other higher-ups who need to know.
Method of Arrival on Station: He got snatched by that dimensional machine thing. Otherwise, he’d be at home, making borsch for his subordinates.
Physical Appearance: http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs44/f/2009/111/0/7/AHP__Ivan_Braginski_by_Junez_chan.png Fanart, military clothes

http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100117153220/hetalia/images/1/19/Hetalia_Russia_CD.png Official art, idea of his casual clothes

Personality: On the surface, Ivan is a calm man with a polite cheer about him. He always wears a calm, polite smile. Everything about his demeanor is calm and serene, yet there is a subtle feeling of something not quite right about him. There is just something about him that is slightly intimidating, like a predator calmly waiting for its prey to make a wrong move. Ivan has a patient attitude toward others, and it takes quite a bit to get him worked up. He is almost like snow, soft and chilly, normally. However, when angry he is more like a glacier, hard and cold, but still frustratingly calm and as polite as always.

Beneath the surface lies something darker. The events of his past cracked his sanity, and it grew progressively worse after the Russian Revolution in particular. This insanity is subtle in modern time. Ivan’s reaction to those suffering is usually one of scarily calm, almost as if he’s used to watching the same thing happening to others. He has no trouble killing others, and is incredibly sadistic to those he feels should suffer more. The portrayal of his sadistic attitude is that of childish innocence and fascination at the person’s pain. However, his sadism is not overt, and prefers to cause suffering behind closed doors with many dangerous objects.

Everything about Ivan is subtle, even the pain of his past. He never talks about the Russian Revolution, and will become very angry toward those who mention it to him. He is also protective of his two sisters, even if one of them scares him more than anything the universe can throw at him. Ivan loves them both, his scarf being a prime example of his love toward them. His older sister made his scarf, and since then he is never seen without it.

1/2

[poorduck.livejournal.com]

Mun:

Your Name: Mishi
Your Journal: Mishi_Sings
Your Email: Mishi_Elwierd@hotmail.com
Your AIM: MishiSings or ohsarjalim

Character:

Character's Name: Duck
Character's Fandom: Princess Tutu
Character's Home Universe:
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: Post-canon, in other words, after Mytho and Rue have ridden off into the sunset and Duck is just a duck again and Drosselmeyer's post-humous writing machine has been destroyed.
Method of Arrival on Station: Found in a cryogenic sleep pod.
Physical Appearance: > (http://s173.photobucket.com/albums/w78/Thulesse/?action=view&current=s_ahiru.gif)
Personality: Duck's greatest dream is to become a prima ballerina and dance a pas de deux with the love of her life. She's a dreamer, and she loves ballet a whole bunch. Unfortunately, she's also clumsy and easily flustered, an awkward bird in every way. She tends to flail and trip over her own two feet. She's generally enthusiastic and upbeat and impulsive about everything she does, and she has a kind and generous heart. She's very friendly, and she always has a good word to say about nearly everyone. She's quick to forgive, though she can be stubborn as well. You have to work really hard to get on her bad side. That or be mean to her or her friends.

Because she started out life as a duck, she's ignorant of many customs and aspects of daily life - she has to be explained things that others take for granted. For instance, even though it was apparently common knowledge in Kinkan town, she had to be explained what the Fire Festival was. Nevertheless, she blithely ploughs through life not worrying too much about things she doesn't understand.

Although Duck is very positive about life and people in general, she has a very negative view of herself. She often questions her motivations for doing the good she does, and sees herself as useless, talentless, plain, of no worth or interest whatsoever. After all, she's only a duck, and compared to Princess Tutu, she's nothing.

Abilities and Skills: Duck has the ability to turn into a duck when she quacks, and back into a girl on contact with water. Quacking is a reflex she displays when frightened or surprised.

She can also dance ballet, though not very well, and she seems to have a knack for making friends.

2/2

[poorduck.livejournal.com]

Sample: Duck sank in her chair in the holodeck as the woman who greeted her following her awakening from cryogenic sleep settled in for a long briefing. As the information washed over her it became increasingly clear that she was in over her head. She didn't understand anything that was going on! All this talk of multiverses and Fay'lia watchamacallits and infinite elephants... And they were asking her to help save the universe? She couldn't save the universe! She couldn't save her own town, she was barely able to save her own self from disappearing in a flash of light! She felt so small. Sure, she was human now, for some inexplicable reason, but what could she do against such a huge enemy? What did it matter to an elephant whether it was a duck or a young girl it was crushing underfoot? She tried to explain this to the woman, but all she did was give Duck a pointed look and tell her not to crack jokes. Duck didn't see how an elephant the size of the universe was a laughing matter, but she never seemed to be able to say the right thing to teachers and other adults, so she kept quiet after that, even though she just kept getting more and more confused.

Three hours later, the situation had not improved. After a meal of something roughly the shape of a brick and the consistency of tofu, Duck was now following the directions of some kindly cafeteria man to what he called 'sleeping quarters'. She was feeling sick. One moment she felt light as a feather, the next her feet felt like they weight a hundred pounds each, and whatever it was she had eaten, which she had had trouble getting down in the first place, was now threatening to come up again. It didn't help that everything about this environment seemed unstable. She didn't know anything about space, or about science, but the way those doors back there didn't shut properly worried her.

Then she finally got to the afore-mentionned 'sleeping quarters'. This room was just as alien as everything else was on the ship. It was cylindrical in shape, with silvery-metallic walls. A small round window which looked on the vast, star-speckled emptiness of space, next to a bed which was half-circular to accomodate the walls of the shuttle. She crawled onto the bed and pressed her nose to the thick glass. There was nothing there. Well, actually, there were stars, and there were even weird-looking-shapes, but none of these were recognizable as Earth's night sky. And for the first time, she saw for a fact that she was no longer on earth. There was no ground beneath the shuttle. And then the enormity of her situation hit her: she was in an utterly alien environment. Alone.

KH!Cloud

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Mun:

Your Name: Bix
Your Journal: perky_teacakes
Your Email: pyrowheel08@gmail.com
Your AIM: messyturk

Character:

Character's Name: Cloud Strife
Character's Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Character's Home Universe: There is a knowledge to some about the existence of other worlds within the universe, usually those wielding a Keyblade or when their home world is destroyed and they find themselves on another.
Method of Arrival on Station: Cloud is well aware of other worlds and while traveling was contacted by an agent. Once a mercenary, always a mercenary.
Physical Appearance:He may have fallen in to Vincent's wardrobe. (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080122124506/kingdomhearts/images/6/6c/KH-Cloud_journal_entry-CG.jpg)

Character History: A native of Radiant Gardens, Cloud escaped it's destruction along with Leon and the others. However, instead of winding up in Traverse Town he woke up in the Coliseum where he quickly learned to fight due to the numerous tournaments of the world. He was soon noticed by Hades, who used the young man's desire to protect his friends and eventually return to his home world as a way to draw him to the darkness.

Cloud accepted, and after a meteoric rise through the series of tournaments attempted to use his newfound power to leave the world. It backfired and he fell in to a deep sleep, it was during this time that he fought against the darkness within him. When he awoke, Cloud found himself years older and deep inside the Underworld with a single demonic wing protruding from his left shoulder and little memory of what had happened. He quickly dressed himself in what was nearest and proceeded to fight his way out of the Underworld with a clawed glove and old wrapped sword he found in a small room.

The rest as they say is history. (http://kingdomhearts.wikia.com/wiki/Omnislash#Story)

After his second confrontation with Sephiroth, Cloud once again donned the crimson cloak and claws from the Coliseum and prepared to search the worlds for the embodiment of the darkness he cast away. It is during this time that he is contacted by a Recruiter.

Re: KH!Cloud

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Personality: Cloud is for the most part a visibly calm and collected man, and rarely says something without it being important. He rarely shows any emotion on his face, though when enraged the wing on his shoulder manifests and moves against his will. This is not to say that he is without feelings entirely, he simply hides them from potentially being manipulated.

If there is one thing that drives him it is his relentless search to destroy the being his darkness manifested in to, and he will often ask if anyone has seen the silver haired man and then simply walk away if they do not have the answer he seeks. Cloud is also running from a number of his feelings, namely the warmth and comfort of someone caring about him. He feels that because he accepted the darkness and used it he has to prove himself better than it before he can allow himself to accept those feelings towards another person. He is highly ashamed of his wing and refuses to accept it as a part of himself, and keeps it hidden from view.

Cloud is often at a loss for words when a situation doesn't involve him explaining something or other factually based information, making his speech vary between short clipped statements or full on speeches depending on the subject at hand. He will gladly go on for hours about sword technique or how to care for an animal. He is often more relaxed on a battlefield or in an arena than even privately amongst friends.

Abilities and Skills: Cloud is an incredibly skilled swordsman as well as being stronger than he appears, capable of wielding the Wrapped Sword with both speed and ease despite it's size and weight which he does often with only one hand. He is also capable of flight, though rarely uses it as a mode of long distance transportation. Cloud is most at home fighting and is fairly good at adapting to working with another's style of fighting.

Cloud knows a few low-level spells; Cure, Fire, Thunder, Blizzard and Magnet. He is good with animals, especially those of the avian family.

Oh god. What have I done.

[eatyoursave.livejournal.com]

Mun:

Your Name: Ten Rainyday
Your Journal: tenrainyday
Your Email: arcanestatic@hotmail.com
Your AIM: rainydayrp

Character:

Character's Name: MISSINGNO.
Character's Fandom: Pokemon Read, Blue, Green
Character's Home Universe: Kantou, home of the Indigo League, is the de-facto starting place in the Pokémon world. From Kantou hail such illustrious figures as the legendary Red, the now-professor Blue, and the slightly off-kilter Green. There is so much information about this place, it cannot all be contained in one place; one could spend years reading history and still not be done. If you must, here (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Kanto) is a bit of it.
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: MISSINGNO. exists in a perpetual state. He must obviously be taken from before the game finishes, I guess.
Method of Arrival on Station: As a data bug, MISSINGNO. corrupts the data of whomever or whatever encounters it. Senburu Trati'salan was just recently on a planet where bootlegged copies of Blue Version may or may not have been assimilated into a mainframe structure for the caretaking and maintenance of ships. MISSINGNO. migrated from Bohr to Senburu on a radio wave.

Re: Oh god. What have I done. (2/3)

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Physical Appearance: When MISSINGNO takes physical shape, he can appear in one of several forms: a pterodactyl-like fossilized skeleton, a strange skeletal mixture of a praying mantis and pill-bug, a black, misty ghost with a glowing face, or a bunch of jumbled static. The lattermost is his favourite form, since it has the least effort involved. In addition, thanks to the internet, MISSINGNO. can also temporarily take the shape of a human, with limbs phasing in and out of view with the same jumbled static as his preferred form. He can speak, but he prefers to interact via electronic text.
Personality: Rumoured to be the Ultimate Corrupter, MISSINGNO. is actually significantly less volatile than his little brother M. If caught, MISSINGNO. will not actually corrupt your game unless you REALLY make him mad. For the most part, he occupies himself by trolling your save data in small ways here and there. The allure to make friends with him, though, is because he can magically grant you 256 of whatever item you have that is sixth in your bag. He refers to himself in the masculine declension, even though he is neither female nor male, and prefers to be called such. He used to be kind of a recluse, only showing up on Cinnabar Island and the Seafoam Islands in South Kantou, but once you are exposed to the internet, you can't go back.

MISSINGNO. enjoys making friends, but somehow they always end up being upset at him for the things he does for fun. He'll mess with your telephone's address book, for instance, or switch around your photos on Facebook and add new ones you've never seen before. Sometimes he thinks he wasn't really meant to be, but one cannot live healthily with regrets. One can, however, live off of bits of unused data. He especially likes munching on save files for games.
Abilities and Skills: In addition to the two Water Gun attacks and the one Sky Attack for which he is well-known, and the Bind, Pay Day, and Water Gun moveset that he learned in Yellow, MISSINGNO. can freely edit any data that he can touch. He cannot change it from one intelligible thing into another, however; his power there is limited to jumbling and scrambling. It can't be undone. He can also, for periods of between five and thirty seconds, slow down or speed up time for himself and the one person that is acting as the “player” at that moment (this person may be completely arbitrary, or may be a friend. Who knows?), switch tempos and keys of any music that is playing through an electronic source, and even make temporary copies of a person who interacts with him. He can exist in zero-atmosphere environments, since he is really just a data bug. Perhaps the most useful thing he can do, however, is multiply physical items. As long as you have more than five items in your bag or pockets, whichever item was put into it sixth can be increased to 256 of the same item. This may or may not be a terribly thing, especially is there is not enough space in the area for 256 of said item.

I hope you are happy.

[itwaspoison.livejournal.com]

APPLICATION HERE (http://itwaspoison.livejournal.com/599.html)

We are most pleased indeed *fingersteeples*

[the_measurers]

Welcome to the game. You know the drill. :3c

[eternal-dolly.livejournal.com]

Mun:

Your Name: Seraphita
Your Journal: on file
Your Email: yukichan56@hotmail.com
Your AIM: on file

Character:

Character's Name: Fran Madaraki
Character's Fandom: Franken Fran
Character's Home Universe:
Fran's world is very much like our own, with the notable exception that it seems a small number of scientists have furthered the cause of medical science to extreme levels that would be unthinkable in the real world.
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: Just after chapter 41 and her run in with her older sister Gavril.

Method of Arrival on Station: Came of her own free will when offered the chance by a member of the resistance. Her motivation being the chance to work with, and on, alien beings.

Physical Appearance: http://tentacleactions.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/1253007683144.jpg?w=392&h=600

Personality:
Fran's driving goal in life amounts to two things, furthering mankind's scientific knowledge and propagating love and happiness among her patients. She largely accomplishes both of these goals by providing her clients with often bizarre surgeries, something she hopes will make a person happy by making their dreams a reality, and rescuing those who are near death. The second of these activities embodies Fran's other principle beliefs, the fact that life should be preserved no matter what form it takes. This leads her to do bizarre things like attaching a dying girl's head to a giant caterpillar or moving a dog's brain into the body of a human being. It is also notable that Fran also extends her need to preserve life to even her enemies, going as far as to worry for the welfare of a woman who had tried to kill her on one occasion.

This view is a sharp contrast to those held by her younger sister, Veronica, who states that it is better to end the life of those in painful states, rather then letting them live on in a twisted form. In a discussion with her Veronica, Fran spells out her philosophy in more concrete terms saying that human beings have corrupted the Earth and they are the only ones who can reverse the damage. Science is the way to accomplish this and because of this science must advanced through experimentation. Thus that is why she carries on her creator's work.

Mentally, Fran is a very intelligent girl, as shown by her genius level talent in the surgical and medical fields, but she often misses points that would be very obvious to anyone else. Examples of this include an incident in which Fran purchased a fossil of a human being with wings that was an obvious hoax, yet she truly believed it was the real thing. As a side note, Fran often charges immense amounts of money for her skills, the highest amount named in the manga being over a million dollars. She also fell for an ad posted by a man who made adult movies and ended up starring in one her self. She is also known to be very naive to romantic relationships between people, possibly due to her own romantic feelings for her creator, Dr. Madaraki.

Forgot the first title. Fran Madaraki | Franken Fran 2/2

[eternal-dolly.livejournal.com]

Abilities and Skills:

Fran is a master surgeon, having learned her techniques from her creator, Professor Madaraki. She is seemingly capable of bending the human body in any shape she chooses, given the right materials and work environment. She is also shown to have some experience with plastic surgery, hormone therapy, and physical rehabilitation.

Physically, Fran is a zombie of sorts, being that she is made up of reanimated human flesh. Because of this she is very durable and can detach parts of her body without ill effect. As demonstrated when she lost her lower body in a fight with her older sister and instances where she remotely operated her body when it was separated from her head. She has also been known to take on one,two, or even 3 pairs of extra arms when doing delicate surgery.

Sample:
This place had been good for Fran thus far, the power struggle between rebels and empire providing more then adequate fodder for her experimental surgeries and treatments. It was a place she was needed constantly, never left to sit bored for hours on end, waiting clients to waltz through her front door and request some bizarre procedure in the name of a dead family member or lost love. It was a comparatively peaceful existence, at least here she knew what people were trying to kill her.

But, despite the stability provided by living in the middle of a war-zone, Fran, for lack of a better word, was bored. Though she was happy to be helping the people of the station, the world was all of a rather mundane. She would replace an organ here, stich a limb back on there, any skilled doctor could have done such things. No one here seemed to be interested in the more esoteric services she offered. Not one person had requested there body reinforced with steel or even something as simple as having their eyes replaced with artificial ones capable seeing through the very veil between worlds! It would seem there simply was no time for imagination in moments of war.

But if lack of imagination landed her in this problem, perhaps imagination could solve it as well! As far as she could see this was a war, and wars breed death. Meaning somewhere in the reaches of space there lie hundreds, if not thousands, of perfectly good corpses, just waiting to be harvested for the greater good! The station would be stocked with usable organs in case of emergency and Fran would have enough materials to experiment with for quite sometime. At the thought of such a glorious sight, a wide smiled over took Fran's face, it was time to get to work.

[eagle-gsd2.livejournal.com]

Mun:

Your Name: Stiq
Your Journal: sfmzero
Your Email: jdburg123@aol.com
Your AIM:

Character:

Character's Name: Eagle / Eagle the Gunner
Character's Fandom: Disgaea
Character's Home Universe: Eagle originally hails from the war-torn Netherworld of the young demon ruler Prince Laharl, a relatively benign (at least, in the end), but ruthless and stubborn young child of only 1,313 (which is very young by demon standards, for a rough approximation divide a demon's age by 100 for comparison) who rose to the throne after his father mysteriously died. Eagle has since travelled the universe from Netherworld to Netherworld, each its own demonic planet in the universe.
As a general rule, demonic culture is kind of inconsistent with itself. While many demons view bad as good and good as bad, from a moral standpoint, a significant percentage of demons, at least in some netherworlds, have some sense of morality and obligation. Even good demons, however, retain small amounts of their dark nature in the form of black humor, sadistic urges, and referring to themselves as "evil". Other than that, any two netherworlds can share almost nothing in common.
Method of Arrival on Station: The primary method of transportation within and between Netherworlds are dimensional gateways, which essentially function like miniature Stargates. It's not difficult to imagine that one of these gateways could have fluked or been rigged to dump Eagle out on the space station.
Physical Appearance: Eagle appears identical to the Gunner series of classes as seen in Disgaea 2, only with a black hat and matching pallette swap. For those not familiar, this consists of a cowboy hat with "bullet teeth" and "bullethole eyes" that has the appearance of a goofy grin. He also wears a burlap-looking pancho and jeans with leather chaps. He is generally shirtless, and his hair covers one eye, and his face is usually marked with a maniacal grin. Demons are largely identical to humans (with specific exceptions, such as Dragons) except with pointy, elvish ears and other subtle qualities such as sharp teeth, red eyes, or just generally weird appearances.
Character History: Eagle was a war scout under Laharl, spawned seemingly for the very purpose of being in the army. After fighting many battles and acquiring many mental problems,and being virtually destroyed but put back together by the magical and borderline miraculous power of Netherworld medicine, Eagle jumped ship after the Netherworld-Celestia war was over (Celestia being the local land of the angels.) On the aforementioned planet Veldime he changed jobs to become the less mobile but more combat-effective Gunner, and as a hobby took up collection of ranged weaponry. Eagle has a colorful history of sex (most of which are hilarious), drugs (most of which didn't really work), and violence (most of which involved him getting the tar beaten out of him.) Presently Eagle is a bit of a rebel without a cause bumming it in his home netherworld under the graces of the now much older Overlord Laharl along with some other OC-friends of his. Most noteworthy are Kavachi, the overlord's half-brother, and Stella, another job-based OC who is a powerful mage he is currently dating.
Personality: Eagle readily lashes out against tyranny and injustice on an almost hilariously impulsive level. Aside from his (recovering) PTSD and somewhat cynical humor, is a kind and caring demon who more than anything wants to do what little good he can as a vagabond and then live a quiet life somewhere with a few of his closest friends. Eagle is also very knowledgeable on a variety of occasionally useful topics and enjoys geeking out over them. He has a fascination with marksmanship that lends itself well to his job.

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Abilities and Skills: Eagle is superhuman in the majority of his attributes. His accuracy and speed are his most over-the-top abilities, closely followed by his hearing, his capacity to withstand physical abuse, and finally his intelligence (mostly due to his age of 3,400 or so) and strength (which is still quite impressive.) He has several magical gun-attacks, as such things are common in his home universe. He's probably more susceptible to psychological warfare than the average human and in spite of all of his power he still manages to have a bit of an inferiority complex. Eagle is generally level 121 but can lose levels as is appropriate for the power level of the game.

Sample: You know, somehow I had the impression that I'd already been to hell and back. Let's make that literally AND figuratively, for that matter. But somehow I'm not surprised that I ended up someplace worse than usual. It was only a matter of time before my luck got worse, after all. Oh well, I suppose I may as well make the best of it. This space station's pretty cool, even if it does look like a heap of crap. I wonder if they have coffee here...?

I suppose I'd better explain: The reason I'm so gloom-and-doom is because apparently I've found a threat the likes of which even the Netherworlds haven't seen. I've heard of armies consisting of billions upon billions of demons, but apparently these jokers have taken over the better part of SEVERAL DIMENSIONS. And apparently I've been recruited to help fight them off.

Well isn't that just great.

In any case, I figure since I'm stuck here with no immediate means of getting back home I may as well help 'em out. If anyone deserves to get clocked back to whatever freaky homeworld they come from, it's a bunch of interdimensional terrorists. Plus, the station's starting to grow on me pretty quickly, the view is incredible, and I suppose if anyone is qualified to blow giant holes in spaceships, it's me. I can probably get used to this...

...Still. What the hell is Stella gonna think when I tell her I got tangled up in another war again...?

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Mun:

Your Name: Sarah
Your Journal: saiyaness104
Your Email: akamoonlit@gmail.com
Your AIM: moonlitdreams104

Character:

Character's Name: America (Alfred F. Jones)
Character's Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character's Home Universe: Uh, the real world. http://hetalia.wikia.com/wiki/Hetalia_Archives gives some information on the canon, as does real life history.
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: Modern Day, 2010. He will have just arrived on Senburu-Trati.
Method of Arrival on Station: Method 4. One of those pod things picked him up and deposited him near the space station.
Physical Appearance: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y237/shukumei_destiny/Wallpapers/july4.png
Personality: Above all, America loves freedom and justice for all. He cannot stand to see the guilty go unpunished or the weak or poor oppressed. This leads to him policing other nations and sticking his nose into their business, earning him few friends. But he means well, truly wanting the world to be peaceful and settled.

Brimming full of life, the young nation is cheerful and energetic almost to the point of annoying. He walks and talks with the persuasive and forceful confidence of one who rarely lost a war. It is because of this that he comes across as somewhat conceited, but he is really worn beneath it all, tired of bearing the weight of the vastly diverse opinions of his populace and caught between the two widely different stances on love, sexuality, family and foriegn relations. His mask over this is a smile, beaming and confident and could not possibly be fake. Except, occasionally, it is.

Abilities and Skills: One word: super-strength. He carried a heavy car for an hour just to ask England if he could borrow it. His punches will send you through a wall if he gets a hold of you and has reason to let himself go.

He's a damn good shot with any sort of gun. In fact, he boasts about being able to handle any sort of weapon, and it's pretty true. Only antique weapons such as old models of swords and pole arms give him trouble.

His forceful personality and ability to talk people down despite his nosiness.

His ability to force down strange and inedible things would count as a power too, I suppose.

Sample: There is a muffled muttering from within the room they had placed him when he was removed from the pod, still asleep and clutching at his pillow. "...Boss.... just needs to wait, I'll... be up for the meeting in five more minutes..."

Then there was a scream, and he buried his head in the pillow. He had glimpsed the advanced technology and metal walls of the space station. "No, no, no! I cannot be kidnapped! Stupid aliens, this is a bad time!" Scowling, trying to look serious, he popped his head back up and waggled his finger at the technology as if it could hear him. "Send me back now, Tony, you know I have a meeting!"

When there was no answer, he scowled harder and pushed himself up off of the bed, crossing the floor in long strides to hit one of the buttons on the thing, presumably some sort of radio. "Hey! I said let me go!"

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[the_measurers]

While overall we enjoyed your application and mostly found it a good fit for the game, we would like to hear a bit more about America/Alfred's flaws. There is no need to make any other changes.