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the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
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Entanglement has switched over to a dressing room format for now, so applications aren't needed for the time being.
FANDOM CHARACTER APPLICATION:
ORIGINAL CHARACTER APPLICATION:
Whichever application you're posting, please put the character's name, if they're an OC, and their fandom (if any) in the subject line.
Note again that you are allowed to use musebox posts and posts on
testrun_box for your sample. In that case, your total amount of tags written will be added up, so the initial post can be shorter than normal for a sample. You're still required to use a prose format and set the sample in the game universe though.
ORIGINAL CHARACTER APPLICATION:
Whichever application you're posting, please put the character's name, if they're an OC, and their fandom (if any) in the subject line.
Note again that you are allowed to use musebox posts and posts on
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Fakir App, as promised.
Your Name: Ten
Your Info: Everyone knows already
Character:
Character's Name: Fakir
Character's Fandom: Princess Tutu
Character's Home Universe:Princess Tutu's story is set in the town of Gold Crown Town, a town containing a boarding school for the arts. Normally that would be fine, but it gets interesting when one finds out that the town itself is the setting for a story written in blood by a dead man whose hands were cut off, and that all the people inside are characters in this story. The main characters are all either reincarnations of the original story's characters or just straight-up the characters that walked out of the story long ago. In Gold Crown town, basically all paranormal activity is in the form of "heart shards" belonging to the prince from the story possessing people, animals, or inanimate objects, and are resolved by dancing with them. The characters are either completely normal human-shaped or not-even-that-far anthropomorphosed animals (even the main teacher for the ballet classes is just straightly a cat). It is in this setting that the story of the story we are watching (do you see what I did there?) takes place.
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: Three days after the point from which Duck was taken.
Method of Arrival on Station: Fakir wrote a doorway into existence that took him "to the place where the duck-who-was-a-girl had gone." The reality from which he wrote himself was fine with this, but the multiverse sort of hiccupped when he went through it, and destroyed it behind him. Not as though he could not simply write another one, but that might end up not behaving the way he wants...
Physical Appearance: Convenient Art is Convenient (http://home.arcor.de/shd/art/ententanz.jpg)
Personality: At the end of the story, Fakir has gone from the cynical asshole at which he began to an actual reasonable character. He becomes much more sentimental and emotional than anyone thought was possible while watching season 1, so far as to promise Duck at the end that even though she is just a comically-proportioned tiny yellow duck and he is a human, he will stay with her forever. He was intensely overprotective of Mytho in the past, but now that Mytho and Rue have "ridden off into the sunset," as it were, he has no reason to continue it. He has instead focused on the sort of awkward love for the small yellow bird he's got going on. Furthermore, he is rather stern when it comes to actual ballet practice and technique. This extends to anything about which there is a formalised study, but in most cases he is simply content to practice until he gets something right. Now that he remembers how his parents died (thanks Duck), he rather scarcely has instances of regret and sadness in regards to this event, and let us be honest, no teenager is going to be of completely sound mind after going through the issue with the Raven and Mytho being evil and all the terrible mind-crushing crap that happened to him.
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Sample:
It was impossible. She was there one minute, and in the next, she was gone. He waited for her to return, to wink back where she had been, but a day passed, and then two, and when the third sun rose, he had waited long enough. He put his hand on the cold, smooth handle of the door that led to the place where the duck-who-was-a-girl had gone, and slowly pushed the door open.
He set his pen down and looked up at the doorway in what used to be a blank wall only moments ago, and gritted his teeth. He'd made a promise to Duck, a promise he was not about to break. He knew the end of the story of the Raven, he had seen it with his own eyes, written it himself even, but something in his heart made him wonder if it wasn't more of that dreadful Drosselmeyer's doing, or the doing of the Raven's blood. He would have nothing of it. Now that his writing affected more than just Duck, it was Duck he would find first.
He opened the door. On the other side of the threshold was a dirty, metallic hallway with hastily-patched holes in the walls, and a window here and there that looked out into a particularly black night sky. The edges of the scene, around the doorframe, wavered and twitched in a way he'd never seen before (and which he would later liken to computer glitches), but this place was where he would find Duck. He knew, because he wrote the damn story.
He sucked a deep breath through his teeth, balled up his fists, and then rather forcefully stepped through the doorframe.
It wasn't all that comfortable, really, and the difference in gravity did not help either-- being two-thirds of your original weight was a feeling to which he was not quite yet accustomed. The jump between where he had been and where he was just then was something he'd sooner forget than remember, and he coughed to keep the bile from rising in his throat. His first thought was something of a confused, broken one, concerning his own weight and the odd temperature shift and the feeling of being wrenched in two. The second was that he had the acute, familiar feeling he had experienced in the clock tower in Gold Crown town, where the machine Drosselmeyer had created lay.
God dammit.
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