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Post by Yukino Haruno on Nov 10, 2007 16:55:07 GMT -5
Post your finished applications HERE. We'll read them, and say if you're accepted or not. You need BOTH Admins acceptance to be accepted. Good luck! ^^
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Post by horseflier11 on Nov 17, 2007 23:10:09 GMT -5
Personal Name: Tori Age (If wanted): Hiss! Mine! How you found us: Contacted through neopets Experience (How long you've been roleplaying for): Oh, ages. About 3 years on neopets Other (Tell us about yourself, a bit... yeah): Um… I love Star Wars and video games. I'm a total Band Geek. (Don't judge me.)
Character Basis Name: Kya Rain Gender: Female Age: 25 Birthday: April 6th Race: Rebmevon Power (If Rebmevon ONLY): Shapeshifter (includes mythological creatures like dragons) Government, Rebel, or Oblivious: Government (One of the Rebmevon who is on their side) Sexual Preference: Straight
Physical Description Hair color: Black Eye color: Black Skin color: Caucasian, tanned, a tawny gold color Shape of face: Heart Height: 5'11" Weight: 165 Form (Slim, curvy, etc.): curvy, but extremely muscular Other: Although she's muscular, you can't really tell
Personality Attitude: Cynical, cruel, antisocial, cold, impossible to read emotions Likes: Sharp Weapons Dislikes: Nice people, Losing Good at: Stealth, Hiding, Hunting, Killing Bad at: Making friends, being around people Hobbies: Training, Assassinating Rebmevon Habits: When not hunting, she sleeps or researches possible Rebmevon sightings
Other Past: Kya never liked the people she grew up with, seeing as she was abused by her parents. They didn't like that her powers were different from theirs, so the beat her almost to death. Once on Earth, she escaped them, and decided she would rather work for the government. She trained herself for months, and is now a deadly assassin. She works for the Rekarts. She's very good at locating and exterminating them, because none of the Rebmevon knows she isn't with them. Other: The Rebmevon don't know Kya is a Rekart.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE A shadow detached itself from the masses and made it's way into the pouring rain. After a moment, the shadow turned its head, and two glaring points of red light gleamed out. After a moment, they winked out. The shadow removed its hood, and revealed the face of a young woman in her late twenties. Her features were very pretty, but nothing amazing. The rememberable thing about her was the fire burning in her eyes. She smiled, a cruel thing that caused passerby to shiver in fear. The woman brushed past a traveler without a word. Her long raven black braid whipped past, and the spiked leather strap narrowly missed the woman's nose. The assassin continued riding, fading into the mist. Her onyx eyes were shallow, hidden. The hilts of her two swords hung on either side of her leather belt, and her dagger was tucked into her right boot. The case for her prized bow protruded over her left shoulder, and the quiver over her right. This woman was an assassin, one of the best. No, the best. She was on a mission, a mission vital to her employer. Her name? Kya Rain. Kya stood at about 5 feet 10 inches barefoot, and was relatively skinny, not aneorixiclly so though. Her eyes were as black as her soul, as many would put it. Kya's hair was black as a raven's wing, and shiny as a dragon's scale. Completely black, except for one blonde streak next to her right eye. She kept it braided tightly, with a strap that contained 6-inch long spikes. Kya almost always wore black, although not when she needed to blend into somewhere else. Her clothes were of the finest cloth, a color black designed especially to blend in with the night sky. Her boots were worn, having seen many a traveling day, and contained many scrapes. She arrived at one of the taverns a moment later, and stepped into an open door. She drew many a look as she lowered her hood, for it was rare to see a woman not in skirts. She glided across the room to seat herself at a table. Halfway across, a man grabbed her wrist. "Shouldn't a woman like you be at home, tendin' the hearth?" he drawled. His buddies chuckled. Her eyes blazed, and soundlessly she brought her other hand around to grasp him by the throat. With an unnatural strength, Kya hauled him up into the air. "Don't touch me." Her voice had a quality to it, one that was not easy to place. Regardless, it sent a shiver down his spine. She threw him away like a ragdoll, and he crashed into the table he'd been sitting at. She seated herself at a table in the corner.
(It's a medieval version of her; it's an intro I have. She still acts the same though.)
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Nov 17, 2007 23:15:10 GMT -5
Oh yay, the intro I fell in love with! *swoons*
But I can't accept you yet. You apparently didn't read the rules... hnn.
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Post by horseflier11 on Nov 17, 2007 23:21:18 GMT -5
Oops! Sorry about making an account first. Memories all alone at Midnight? IS that what it is?
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Post by horseflier11 on Nov 17, 2007 23:22:51 GMT -5
Memories all alone in the Moonlight. Ah ha, that's it.
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Nov 17, 2007 23:24:30 GMT -5
Well, it's Memoires all alone IN THE Moonlight, but... meh. Whatever. Accepted by me, at least. You just gotta wait for Tsubasa's reply, but accepted by me! Welcome! =3
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Post by Ara Looring on Nov 18, 2007 12:28:17 GMT -5
Personal Name: Just call me Lola. Age (If wanted): One million and two. How you found us: Yukino invited me. Experience (How long you've been roleplaying for): For about *counts on fingers* three years. Mostly on neopets. (Aren’t I a geek?) Other (Tell us about yourself, a bit... yeah): I write, I read, I role play. ^^
Character Basis Name: Ara Looring Gender: Female Age: 19 Birthday: August 17 Race: Rebmevon Power (If Rebmevon ONLY): She can control fire and it usually reacts with her emotions when she uses it. Government, Rebel, or Oblivious: She is kinda stuck in the middle. She knows about it and realizes that it is going on, but isn’t sure if she wants to rebel. So she sometimes joins in and sometimes sits out. Sexual Preference: Straight, definitely straight. Ara: I LIKE GUYS! Me: I just told them that. Ara: Just making sure I got my point across…
Physical Description Hair color: A darker blond. Eye color: Light blue. Skin color: In the middle. Not pale, not tan. Shape of face: Heart shaped! Height: 5’6” Weight: A lady never tells! Ara: Now they’re gonna think I’m fat. Me: You’re not fat. Ara: Easy for you to say. All you have to do is think it and BOOM I weigh twenty more pounds. Me: -shakes head- You weigh 127 pounds. Happy? Ara: Thanks for blabbering my weight out to the whole world. Me: I can never win. Form (Slim, curvy, etc.): Slim and curvy. She definitely has to work for her figure. Other: She’s an alien from another planet. What else is there to say?
Personality Attitude: She’s mostly a happy person, but that doesn’t mean she can’t feel other emotions. She can be really sad or really mad. Just remember next time you want to make her mad that she controls fire… Likes: Gazing at the stars, no not celebrities, the ones in the sky. Playing with fire, obviously. Watching humans (no she doesn’t stalk them). Listening to rain fall (Although she doesn’t like it much). Dislikes: Stuck up know it alls. She doesn’t really like water, though she tolerates it. French fries. Good at: She seems to be quite friendly towards others. Bad at: Occasionally she has a short attention span. Hobbies: umm…Ara? Ara: Must I do everything? Me: Well if you want to get technical… Ara: Shut up. Me: I’m not really talk- Ara: SAME DIFFERENCE! Me: Just tell them what your hobbies are! Ara: Maybe I don’t want to. Me: -hovers mouse over delete button- Ara: Okay, okay. Playing with fire. Being with my friends. Exploring the area. Habits: When she’s in deep thought, she gets this twenty-yard stare thing going on.
Other Past: Ever since Ara can remember it has been her and her mother. Her father had left her mother not to long after Ara was born. Something about not living up to responsibility. Her mother would occasionally go into –missing my man- mode, but after Ara turned six the wounds seemed to heal leaving her with a sense of peace and right mind. Ara always seemed to do well in life, good grades, friends, and a loving mother. What more could she ask for? Well, not the end of her world, literally. She was lucky to be one to escape the planet, but sadly her family wasn’t. She sometimes gets depressed thinking about it, and misses her mom. Earth has been a pretty good experience for her except the whole ‘can’t use your power in public’ and the being hunted. Other than that she loves it. Other: I think this application is self explanatory.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE A thousand tears shed a thousand journeys underway, all forced upon one soul in an unfortunate small amount of time. The young figure of a woman could be seen between the trees, moving in and out. She was on a journey; any soul could catch that if she happened to walk by their path. If she came out of the shadows, if she showed them her face, and if they get close enough to hear her tale.
Through her hood her eyes searched the skies, waiting for the moment when her journey would become much more difficult. The mud stained the ends of her dress and branches clung to them for dear life. She would find herself making way through the wet and muddy ground then suddenly becoming stuck. She had long since lost her boots.
The crows overhead left her with a sense of peace, knowing that there was some other form of life around her. As the thunder clapped once more, her desperate eyes searched for maybe some place to rest. Everywhere she looked seemed the same, trees and mud. Sighing in frustration her bare feet carried her on.
Some would say that going into the marshes was a horrid idea, but to this young lady it had been a form of escape. It never was easy to be on the run since you were ten. Although helpful, the marshes put a damper on her spirit. A fire bender did not go well with water.
A second without paying attention cost her as she fell to her knees, covering her blue dress with brown muck. “Ara what have you gotten yourself into to.” She whispered. The hood had fallen down to reveal her messy blond hair and a sweat stained forehead. She could feel herself loose her momentum as she tried to pull herself from the muck.
She sighed, her mind pulling her into the past; how her mother risked her life to save her, how her parents had trusted others who later betrayed them, and how now she lay in a thick slab of mud. Her thoughts were broken by a faint voice in the distant; two exactly.
She didn’t need this right now; the worry of enemies after her. She would be a much too easy victim if they caught her like this. A fly in the spiders’ web. Her thoughts soothed as the conversation seemed far off. Wiggling she pulled herself free and sat on a remotely dry patch.
With a snap from her fingers a small flame appeared and hovered near her, causing it to illuminate the ends of her tattered dress and bare feet. She sighed with exhaustion closing her blue eyes, close to falling asleep. The flame barely above her hand burned her causing her to wake. This wasn’t’ the time or the place, but when ever was it?
'Memories all alone in the Moonlight'
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Post by Chary on Nov 18, 2007 12:39:30 GMT -5
Personal Name: Chary {Okay, Charlotte, but Chary sounds better 0=3} Age (If wanted): Older than you! Or actually... I don't know, because nobody reveals their age xD. How you found us: The famed and powerful Neoboards ;3 Experience (How long you've been roleplaying for): For about... 3 years or so? Yeah, something like that I guess. I've roleplayed on Neo, Gaia, E-mail and several forums. Other (Tell us about yourself, a bit... yeah): Erm.... I love gaming xD. And I have some kind of smiley obession out of character..... ignore it xD, it doesn't affect my roleplaying.
Oh, and I'm Dutch x3. Yeah, don't hear that often do you ;3. Thus english isn't my first language, I teached that myself ;3. And I use metric x3, because I don't know imperial.
And I draw stuff. I suck. Perhaps I'll put up something in the art section sometime... perhaps....
And I'm a science geek x3, fear my chemistry powers ;P
Oh, and currently I'm having this chronical bleeding thingy going on, so all kinds of blood test, operations, getting in and out of hospital and such things are going on. Which means I can suddenly sort of poof. Though I'll try to warn when I'm getting one ;^^.
Character Basis Name: Matthias Gender: Male Age: 24 Birthday: 24th of January Race: Rebmevon {Rekart} Power (If Rebmevon ONLY): Shade Government, Rebel, or Oblivious: Government Sexual Preference: Bi-sexual
Physical Description Hair color: Moussey Blonde, died black at the tips. Hair is long and worn tied at the nape of his neck. Eye color: Blue Skin color: Pale-ish, but not unnaturally so Shape of face: Sharp? No, pointy perhaps, pointy chin, pointy nose. Height: 1,98 m Weight: I dunno D:, erm... about 67 kg I guess Form (Slim, curvy, etc.): Slim, not particulary muscular; in fact, you could note a complete lack of muscles. He's not much of fighter, you see. Other: Wears a pair of frameless glasses, that seem to have tendency of sliding to the tip of his nose.
Personality Attitude: Slightly cold, follows orders without question. He tries not to let emotions intertwine with his work, for he believes it would make him inefficient. Likes: Darkness, apple juice, windy nights and fluffy rabbits (but he won't be telling you that ;3) Dislikes: Daytime, heatwaves, dogs Good at: Tracking and finding people that need to be found, telling a lie Bad at: Teamwork, working with animals, getting a good nights' sleep. Hobbies: Pool, sketching silly comics Habits: Flexing his fingers, clicking with his tongue when things get interesting, kicking stones along the street.
Other Past: Like the other Rebmevons, he was born and raised on the planet. Like them, he escaped, using an uncomfortably small pod, and landed on the earth. There, it was only a matter of time before he got confronted by the government. When he was given the choice to join them, he accepted out of self-preserverance. He felt it he would prefer to simply act on their whim than be taken away to be tested, besides, it would give him something to do. Whilst sometimes plagued with moral objections to tracking and 'taking' his own race, he dutifully 'serves' the government, not trying to think what could possibly happen to those that refuse to join. Instead, he sometimes tries to forget they were ever related at all. Other: Hrmm.. blah, blah bla, I can't think of anything right now.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Quiet, it could describe so many things; the lack of loud and distrubing noises in a specific area, a personality trait of one that didn't talk much, a day with an absence of much to do.
Sadly, it didn't seem to describe anything in the surrounding area, which was bustling with life. The cafe was bustling with any kind of humans, you had the businessmen, enthousiastically talking about the latest stocks, the teenagers, thrilled by the latest concert by whatever seemed to be 'the rage', the mothers, discussing the best way how to change a nappy and many more. None of them, sadly, seemed to carry the trait 'quiet', a man noted.
The man was seated at a dingy plastic table, covered with the odd spot of colour, undoubtly from food colouring in some dubious kind of icecream. He absentmindedly stirred in some yellowy liquid, apple juice, with a nearly fluorescent orange stick that came with the drink, complete with an odd fluffy pink and purple ball at the top of the stick.
He stared intently through a small pair of glasses, rested on the tip of his nose, at the liquid and the little whirlpool he had created. He rubbed his temples, trying to tune into things he actually wanted to hear. He cursed softly, at the human loudness and the headache they were giving him. It wasn't only the people, it was as if all cars, birds, dogs, heck, all things with the ability to make a noise, had teamed up to join the cause of annoying him.
He started to wonder if his sources had led him to a dead track. He slid his hand into his pocket, taking out the picture of a young man, dark hair, dark eyes, bright smile. He took another glance through the cafe, but with no succes. He recognised some others, Rebmevons, like him, but let them be, the government hadn't ordered any business with them as far as he knew. He might be turning more into the governments' lapdog by the day, but he wouldn't bite unmarked targets, not yet in any case. And why take all the unneeded trouble and cause an unneeded uproar? For one, he knew the government didn't like doing explainations whenever a fight broke out.
So he just leaned back in his chair a bit and looked into the area from just over his glasses. When he finally spotted the man he smiled a brief, wry smile, and pressed his glasses a bit higher on the bridge of his nose, after which they almost immidiately slid back to the tip. He left some coins next to his glass, stood and clicked his tongue.
--- 'Memories all alone in the Moonlight'
{{D: That wasn't all that great, but it just didn't want to work D:. I'm sorry, hope it's not too bad D:}}
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Nov 18, 2007 13:15:19 GMT -5
OKay, lemme just say, Im sorry for not being on in time. Now let's see. Tori: Luvs it. Accepted! You can start now. Lola: Awesome, accepted. You just gotta wait for Yukino now. Chary: OMG I'm dutch too! Finally someone else! But I gotta warn you, english IS my first language, and my parents never really bothered to teach me dutch the bastards...but I go to the Netherlands like every year of my life to visit my relatives...Oh and uh, ACCEPTED! By me at least. Wait for Yukino. ANd Im done.
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Post by xsnowkittenx on Nov 18, 2007 15:21:29 GMT -5
Personal Hello! My name is Micca, or at least, that's the nickname I would like if you adressed me by. How you found us:Well, on neopets, I received a neomail referring to this site from it's creator. And tuh-duh! I checked it out. And I'm joining. Experience (How long you've been roleplaying for): About...2 or 3 years, now. I have had many neopet accounts. Other (Tell us about yourself, a bit... yeah): I love to roleplay, write poems, draw, read, and stuff like that. I am very physical, and tend to get impatient sometimes. Sorry. That's just me.
Character Basis Name:Liesolette Gender:Female Age:17 Birthday:December 18 Race:Human/Mortal Power (If Rebmevon ONLY): Government, Rebel, or Oblivious: Oblivious Sexual Preference: Male
Physical Description Hair color:Blonde Eye color:Violet Skin color:pale whitish color Shape of face:Round, circular Height:5'3,5'4 Weight:About 115 Form (Slim, curvy, etc.):Curvy Other:Her hair reaches past shoulder blades.
Personality Attitude:Very friendly, understanding and helpful. Likes:Poetry, literature, people, and she loves animals. Dislikes:Mud, violence, and wars. Good at:Writing, peace-making, and drawing. Bad at: Running long distances, staying patient, holding her temper when someone hurts or bothers her kitten, Snow. Hobbies: Writing, reading, collecting stones. Habits: Sitting on her legs, chewing her bottom lip, and shaking people's hands when they meet.
Other Past: (IMPORTANT!) Well, she was raised by both of her parents until they divorced. Then, her father left her and her mother stayed to take care of her. When she was 15, her mother got into a car accident, so she moved in with her Aunt Pauline. She still lives with her, and Aunt Pauline is always watching soap operas, her awful habits. She received Snow about two years ago, and the cat is still in kitten size. Strange, huh? Other: She has a small, fluffy kitten named Snow. Snow is Liesolette's life, here. Anything happens to Snow, Liesolette will get angry. Very angry. That is a side no one wants to see. She is never violent, that's against her nature. She just gets loud. Extremely loud.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Liesolette quietly sounded on the pavement as she moved along the streets.In a long, thin, blue, short-sleeved gown, she would have frozen in the cold. She wore a thick, heavy coat over herself with a navy blue scarf and blue mittens. Her combat-like boots kept her feet warm, and she walked on toward home. A small, fluffy ball of a snow white kitten was cuddled in her arms, both of them shivering from the cold. It was snowing, and the streets were covered in a thick blanket of snow. Spotting some cold, begging children on the streets, she dropped a few 20's in their hands and walked off. She was like that. Very helpful and giving. But she wasn't perfect. She got very temperamental when it came to her kitten, Snow. Otherwise, she was very quiet, peaceful, lenient, and un-offended, if that made any sense. She stepped along until she reached her home. She walked inside and sat Snow down. They both curled up on her couch under some blankets and watched television. After a wile, Liesolette took some time to put out warm milk for Snow and make some Hot Chocolate for herself. After filling themselves up, they curled up together to watch a rerun on the hit movie, The Titanic. Snow fell asleep while Liesolette watched her favorite movie inventively.
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Post by xsnowkittenx on Nov 18, 2007 15:21:59 GMT -5
Oh, yeah: Memoires all alone IN THE Moonlight
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Nov 18, 2007 15:28:11 GMT -5
hmmm...Im not sure.....You need to make your sample longer.. And a bit more discriptive, not just about her, but about what she's doing. Read the other applications, so you can get a better idea of what to do. I think you're good though, so just redo it. And then I will probably accept you. ^^
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Post by xsnowkittenx on Nov 18, 2007 16:12:56 GMT -5
Redo? Okay, how's this:
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
A young woman, about 17, sat in her room. She was in a silk blue dress that just reached her knees. Her legs were curled up to her side, her feet covered with black flats. Her curly blonde hair went just past her shoulder blades. Deep, mesmerizing violet eyes scanned the pages in a large book, drinking in all of the words as it went salong. Her arms were covered in a thin, light-blue sweater. Snow, her kitten, was curled up in her lap. This girl bore a shiny silver neacklace around her neack that read the name Liesolette. Liesolette was her name, the name she was born with, and shall keep for her whole life. Liesolette read for hours a day, and usually read about 6 or 7 books a week. Now, she was reading The Diary Of Anne Frank, her favorite book, over again for the tenth time. Suddenly, a knock came to her door."Sweetie," Liesolette's aunt, Aunt Paulina, called out."Dinner's ready." Slowly, Liesolette slumped out of bed, and with Snow at her side, made her way downstairs for her third meal. After eating silently, she went upstairs, readied herself for bed, and pulled Snow under the covers. They cuddled up together and Liesolette, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep quickly.
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Nov 18, 2007 16:31:45 GMT -5
OKAY! So I poofed, here's the lowdown: Chary and Lola; accepted! I'll send some stuff out via PM to everyone for plotting goodness... bwehheh. And Micca: What happened to that awesome intro I saw on Neo? Just make the one here a tad bit longer, and I'll accept you... Oh, and you don't have to make a new post; just edit it. Press teh modify button in your thingamajagger... and edit. ^^ So YARGH!
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Nov 18, 2007 16:40:13 GMT -5
It needs to be TONS longer. We're giving you one more chance. And off topic I love your sig, from Pain by three days grace. ^^
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