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

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.

Hokh'Ton Elloran n'Taanyell Tath 3/3

[identity profile] musical-godlet.livejournal.com 2010-06-24 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Sample: Elloran watched his universe fade behind him through the dingy window of an ancient shuttle craft. He had time for second doubts before the transport warped and his home – the vast Dispersal of Man – faded irrevocably behind him.

Then the young Inquestor was hit with a sudden pang of loss, coupled with a rush of euphoria. To think that, for the first time in over fifty years, he had freedom. His old life was gone – the palace, the servants, all his friends and enemies…but so to was the Inquest. It was rather hard to believe. No galactic tyrants watching over his shoulder. No endless games of makrugh defining his life. Yes, this mission – to join this alleged ‘resistance’ and gauge which side the Inquest should support in the upcoming conflict – was devastatingly important to the survival of his galaxy and the government which he held loyalty to. And that loyalty had not changed, even with the momentary freedom offered by the Resistance. Still…freedom. The one thing Elloran had never even considered possible. Part of him still wondered if this was just a ruse, and he was being tested by his superiors. That seemed far more likely than the true situation involving pan-dimensional imperialists.

He brooded upon this idea as the shuttle made its way to a docking port on what appeared to be a floating rubbish heap the size of his palace. By the time the exit light flickered on he decided to simply obey his instructions and not think too heavily about the other alternatives. A gesture summoned his two childsoldier bodyguards from their card game, while another alerted his manservant that it was time to go. The final member of their party – a spy from the Ferret Clan – would meet them on the station. Until then, the Inquestor and his servants were ready to disembark. Observe. Understand. Remember. He reminded himself. And never forget the Inquestoral protocols. No matter how tempting it may be…

HECK YEAH OBSCURITY!

[identity profile] musical-godlet.livejournal.com 2010-06-25 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
joined and friended~ Thanks for the approval!