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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.

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 [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.

Re: Doria Parmina | OC 6/6

[identity profile] eternal-dolly.livejournal.com 2011-02-24 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
The thrill of her body twisting into a new shape became something of a thrill to the young guild mage and left her looking forward to the experimentation each week. Her mentor eventually picked up on this fact and upped the number of experiments to about four weekly. The constant warping of Doria's form led her body to become unstable and take on the properties of the spell that had been cast on her so many times. At first excited to have been gifted with the power to mimic the animals she loved so much and running errands for the guild no other mage could, Doria eventually takes a much darker view of her newly found powers. Finding she was slowly loosing her own identity to the myriad forms she assumed on a daily basis. In her current state, Doria does her best to balance her natural cheeriness with the mental problems that come from loosing one's sense of self.

Abilities and Skills:
Due to her unstable form Doria will take on the physical shape of any being she touches for a period of more then 30 seconds. Her powers are imperfect, however, as she can only take on a general archetype of whatever race the being whom she was copying. In other words any specific mental, magical, or any other unique traits that said being may possess are not taken into Doria's borrowed form.

Doria's unique body structure has also caused her to lose accesses to her original form. In its place Doria has gained access to a form resembling a hybrid of the most recent forms she had assumed before her total break down. The basis of the form is built upon the frame of a merfolk woman, bi-pedal, lithe, and possessing fins and other fish-like traits, mixed with minor traits of the last few forms she has assumed. These non-merfolk traits appear at random and change every time she assumes this hybrid state.

Doria Parmina | OC 7/6

[identity profile] eternal-dolly.livejournal.com 2011-02-24 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Sample:
Not so long ago the the young woman known as Doria had a peaceful existence, a steady job, and a good relationship with those around her. Now, all of that was gone, she had been cast out of her guild, betrayed by her mentor, and trapped in the form of a common rodent. True, she had escaped the body of inflicted upon her by that wretched turn coat Dol, but did it really matter? Her humanity had been left somewhere in a sterile lab a few worlds over and her body now best resembled the result of some horrific science experiment. As that thought rang depressingly in Doria's head she laughed at what she had just realized. She was a failed experiment, a product of her mentor's twisted desire to achieve mastery of the natural world! Her world had been destroyed that afternoon, and she saw no reason, or way, to ever go back. With that, Doria's mind had reached the present, she had been offered a chance to escape to a new place and accepted without hesitation. If she had nothing nothing to live for at home, Doria thought, she may as well forge a new life in this strange place.

Even that, the young shapeshifter imagined, would be quite the tall order. Her distorted form disallowed her from all but the most brief of contact with other beings and her strange appearance drove away many a person by itself. If one couldn't make contact with another living being, what was there left to do? Doria's answer to this problem was to make way to the station's bar and drink until she forgot the pains of her strange existence. Of course, as per usual, the world would simply not let Doria be as a nearby patron attempted to strike up a conversation. He asked the usual had you been here long, whats your name, and even what her race was. Doria was quick to respond, a bit of alcohol in her system aiding in the rough swiftness of her words.
“In order,” She said in a slightly annoyed voice “No, Doria, and human, you happy now?” The man seemed unmoved by Doria's rudeness, only pushing further with his questioning.
“Really, your human?” He said in a rather blunt manner. “I would have pegged you for some kind of fish-girl.” Doria's annoyance grew as the man questioned her very existence.
“I'm not a fish, I was just in an accident...” Doria began to tear up as her past again welled to the surface. But, she would not allow this questioning to continue she just wanted this man to shut up and leave her be. That in mind, she formulated a way to end this already uncomfortable conversation. “Here, let me show you...” Doria said while removing a glove from her vaguely fish-like hand. She then proceeded to overlay her bare hand with that of the rather annoying bar patron, lingering in that position for almost a minute before ceasing the awkward overlay. The bar patron, startled by Doria sudden advance, looked up from his hand to see an odd sight. Where the fish-girl had once sat was now a young human girl of roughly the same height and weight. The girl smiled at her companion for a second before speaking. “See?” The girl questioned. “I'm a human!” The man nearly feel from his seat at the strange turn of events, he had seen many a thing on the station, but this clearly took the cake for sheer oddity.
“Yeah, yeah you are...” The man stammered before jumping from his seat and dashing for the bar's entrance. Meanwhile, back at the bar, the young woman took another sip of her drink and sighed. Somethings never change...