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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.

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[identity profile] poorduck.livejournal.com 2010-09-20 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
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: >Image (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.

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[identity profile] poorduck.livejournal.com 2010-09-20 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

ACCEPTANCE

[identity profile] poorduck.livejournal.com 2010-09-20 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
YAY