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Entanglement Mods ([personal profile] the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
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Application

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

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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 [livejournal.com profile] 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.

[identity profile] depthundersands.livejournal.com 2010-05-28 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Mun

Name: Lorelei
Livejournal Username: 5eekingparadise
E-mail: rosescentedembrace@gmail.com
AIM/MSN: howmuchineedyou


Character

Name: Alia Atreides
Fandom: Dune
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Time Period: Dune MEssiah (just after Leto and Ghanima are born and Paul is "dead"
History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alia_Atreides

Personality:

Alia was born with Ancestral Memory, a "preborn". She was awakened to consciousness in her mother's womb due to her mother's use of a spice derivative. She was flooded with their memories and had to constantly battle for room for her own personality to develop. In addition she lives with the constant fear of Bene Gesserit judgement. The BG call preborn children "abominations" and usually execute them. The knowledge of this has shaped her entire life. making her irrationally paranoid. She's described herself as living perpetually above an abyss.

Her ancestral memory has meant that she is constantly hearing their voices criticizing her, asking for audience. In her private moments she talks to them out loud giving her the appearance of schizophrenia. This extends as far as allowing her to physically "interact" with them.
Alia was and is egotistical, hotheaded and prone to rapid mood swings. Her attitude toward a person can change with a word, from adoring love to burning hatred. Alia desperately wants to see the future and will commit any act to achieve it. She tends to seek temporary comfort in sex but has a hard time committing to permanent relationships because she fears people seeing her abomination. It may be that she uses her bed partners as substitutes for the comfort and support her brother used to give her.
Probably the strongest ancestral memory/personality she has is that of her maternal grandfather, the Baron Harkonnen. In life, the Baron was a rapaciously evil plotter and sexual predator who tried to murder her family. With increasing regularity she's been surrendering control to him, causing the more evil aspects (that is to say, all of them) of the Baron's personality to shine through in her.

Strengths:
Full Ancestral Memory, as well as all Reverend Mothers in history's memories and knowledge (see wiki)
Skilled knife fighter (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20Z2NGbtgsU )
Experienced in state craft (regent in Muad'dib's name from Leto's birth until he was 17)
Desert survival skills, sand worm riding, water conservation, ect (fremen ancestry, spent first 9 years of life in fremen sietch)
Bene Gesserit training (martial arts, seduction, ability to read people feelings and through through the slightest movement of their bodies or breathing, control over internal body chemistry, secret hand sign language, ability to compel obedience with voice) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bene_Gesserit#Powers_of_the_Bene_Gesserit)

Weaknesses:
Hotheaded. prone to costly vendettas. ego-maniacal. Spice addict, permanently, fatally. Vulnerable to possession by ancestral spirits, hears their voices in her head constantly (eventually succumbs to the spirit of her evil maternal grandfather). Vanity. Self Protection first, even if it cost others lives. Manipulative.

[identity profile] depthundersands.livejournal.com 2010-05-28 07:46 am (UTC)(link)


Samples
First Person: In my dreams, I was still back there on Arakis. OIn the Great Blacony above Arakeen, where prayer's would be given to the people... The hot sun on my skin, the sounds of believers voices lifted, filling the shimmering afternoon air my Brother's holy name. Their facese looking up at me for answers and guidance in this time of strange unrest. My brother's death... it will shake our House or it's very core, and I must be the one to carry his burdens. I alone must take up his mantle, and carry on, for the good of his people, of my people... For the whole Universe now hangs in my hands. I must somehow protect them all, make things right, and just, and fair again. To make every corner to the galaxy hear the holy name of my brother, and be englishtend by them...
Inside, I am not sure if I even believe my own words, they feels small and feeble now, against the constant pounding of the waves with in me. Who should be the rock i anchor my own self to if not Paul? I will have no one at all to turn to... execpt- you.


Third Person:
"Grandfather!" Alia looked up towards the nondescript ceiling with bright blue eyes, hopeful and questioning. She saw more than others did. In her eyes the ghost of her dead grandfather, the great, fat, Baron Harkonnen appeared in wisps of red. His grin was plastered on his bulbous, sweating face.
"Oh, Sweet grand daughter, what trouble have you found us in now?" The Baron's tone was soothing and deep.
Alia was on the verge of hysterics, crawling about on the dusty floor on her hands and knees, staring intently at seemingly nothing. But to her, he was really there, more than just a voice in her Spice hazed mind.
"I don't know! I woke up and I was here! What is going on!? Surely you can tell me! Tell me! What is going on!? Where am I!?" Alia said, growing increasingly frantic. Her hands clutched at the air as in her mind she reached for his flowing robes.
"Peace, child. Peace. Be calm and the answers you need will come to you. Pick your self off the floor. That's no way for the Emperor's Regent to be acting!" Replied the Baron.
Putting her hand in his, she got to her feet, and then pressed herself into his blubbery arms, eyes scanning the room from the security of his embrace.To anyone watching, the girl was standing in the middle of the empty room, her robes covered in dust, hugging nothing but empty space. Her long chocolate hair fell freely over her slender shoulders that shook with fear of the unknown.
"Duncan! Duncan!!" Her voice was thin, and shaky, bordering on hysterical. "Javid! Irulan! Chani!! PAUL! Paul.... " Her voice faded, as she sunk to her knees, in the dust. Even the vision of Grandfather Vladimir faded away...
"I... I need spice...." Wrapping lean arms around herself Alia put her forehead to the ground, and despaired.