Ruby City Application
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psychicnotcrazyPLAYER
Name: Tate
Age: 23
Personal Journal:wolfanddoctor
E-mail: wolfanddoctor [at] gmail [dot] com
AIM/MSN/etc: molecularacceleration [AIM], wolfanddoctor [Skype], ifididntbelieve [kik]
CHARACTER
Name: Dennis Rafkin
Canon: Thir13en Ghosts
Age: Real age is unknown, although he appears to be in his early 30's.
Timeline: After his death.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: We are expecting at least THREE well-written paragraphs minimum, with references to canon examples of your character’s personality where available. Please provide us with insight to your character and their behaviour, their likes, dislikes and fears, as well as your understanding of them. We would also like to see details of your character's strengths and weaknesses, which may include physical, psychological and emotional.
Background: The wiki link. A bit of a warning, the link text on the gray background is a bit harsh.
Abilities: Dennis is a powerful psychic, his specific ability being psychometry. Psychometry is the ability to touch an object or a person and see visions of the past, present, future, and/or their memories. He also seems able to detect the presence of ghosts and whether or not a place is haunted, as seen during his first scene when he rubs his head after Cryus forces him out of the car. His abilities are sensitive enough where he cannot stand human contact of any sort, as shown when Arthur puts a hand on Dennis's back after he has an "episode."
Network/Actionspam Sample: [His face is a little too pale, his hands trembling and causing the image on the watch to shake. Blood, gleaming brightly against the pallor of his skin, soaks the left side of his face, going down his neck and chin, soaking through his shirt and jacket. He looks like a hell of a sight, almost like death warmed over.
He reached down and pulled a pair of black rimmed glasses out of his lap, managing to slip them on his face with little difficulty. Eyebrows knit and he takes a deep breath before speaking.]
Could someone tell me where the fuck I am? Is this some sort of...sort of afterlife? Purgatory? Hell?
[He paused, taking another deep breath. His voice had been rising in volumn, becoming almost panicked. He rubbed his forehead, smudging some of the blood and not seeming to care]
Also, if anyone has some pain pills, I would be extremely thankful.
Prose Log Sample: The last thing that Dennis Rafkin remembered was being overwhelmed by those bastard ghosts. There was some pain and then nothing, just blackness. Was that what death was, then? An eternal blackness, oblivious to the cruelties and pain of the world? He would have assumed that he would have been an earthbound spirit due to the violence and nature of his death.
Awareness hit him suddenly, causing the psychic to sit up. Pain thundered through his skull, causing him to groan outloud. He closed his eyes once more, leaning forward and burying his face in his hands. Elbows rested on his knees and his jaw clenched as he waited for the pain to pass so that he could think clearly.
Slowly, he became aware that he was on a train. The background hum of the engines and the wheels on the tracks settled itself into his brain, providing a soundtrack to his otherwise silent surroundings. There was no footsteps of attendants or the buzz of conversations from other passengers. It was as if he were all alone on this train to....
Where was this train taking him?
The psychic started to stand, pausing to wait out waves of dizziness. Once he felt like he could walk without falling over, he began exploring the train. He moved slowly, occasionally calling out. No one came out to help him, no one answered his cries. He really and truly was alone. He couldn't even get any visions, something that unsettled him.
Was this death? Was this train taking him to some sort of purgatory? A judgement of the sins that he'd committed over his lifetime? Or perhaps he'd already been judged and he was now going to his punishment.
The slowing train shook him out of his thoughts. Dennis moved to the closest window, noticing that the train was pulling into a station of some sort. Since when was purgatory a town of some sort? Wouldn't it be some sort of blank place or something?
Soon, the psychic found himself wandering onto the platform. If this was Purgatory or Hell, it was far different than how he'd pictured it.
Name: Tate
Age: 23
Personal Journal:
wolfanddoctorE-mail: wolfanddoctor [at] gmail [dot] com
AIM/MSN/etc: molecularacceleration [AIM], wolfanddoctor [Skype], ifididntbelieve [kik]
CHARACTER
Name: Dennis Rafkin
Canon: Thir13en Ghosts
Age: Real age is unknown, although he appears to be in his early 30's.
Timeline: After his death.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: We are expecting at least THREE well-written paragraphs minimum, with references to canon examples of your character’s personality where available. Please provide us with insight to your character and their behaviour, their likes, dislikes and fears, as well as your understanding of them. We would also like to see details of your character's strengths and weaknesses, which may include physical, psychological and emotional.
Background: The wiki link. A bit of a warning, the link text on the gray background is a bit harsh.
Abilities: Dennis is a powerful psychic, his specific ability being psychometry. Psychometry is the ability to touch an object or a person and see visions of the past, present, future, and/or their memories. He also seems able to detect the presence of ghosts and whether or not a place is haunted, as seen during his first scene when he rubs his head after Cryus forces him out of the car. His abilities are sensitive enough where he cannot stand human contact of any sort, as shown when Arthur puts a hand on Dennis's back after he has an "episode."
Network/Actionspam Sample: [His face is a little too pale, his hands trembling and causing the image on the watch to shake. Blood, gleaming brightly against the pallor of his skin, soaks the left side of his face, going down his neck and chin, soaking through his shirt and jacket. He looks like a hell of a sight, almost like death warmed over.
He reached down and pulled a pair of black rimmed glasses out of his lap, managing to slip them on his face with little difficulty. Eyebrows knit and he takes a deep breath before speaking.]
Could someone tell me where the fuck I am? Is this some sort of...sort of afterlife? Purgatory? Hell?
[He paused, taking another deep breath. His voice had been rising in volumn, becoming almost panicked. He rubbed his forehead, smudging some of the blood and not seeming to care]
Also, if anyone has some pain pills, I would be extremely thankful.
Prose Log Sample: The last thing that Dennis Rafkin remembered was being overwhelmed by those bastard ghosts. There was some pain and then nothing, just blackness. Was that what death was, then? An eternal blackness, oblivious to the cruelties and pain of the world? He would have assumed that he would have been an earthbound spirit due to the violence and nature of his death.
Awareness hit him suddenly, causing the psychic to sit up. Pain thundered through his skull, causing him to groan outloud. He closed his eyes once more, leaning forward and burying his face in his hands. Elbows rested on his knees and his jaw clenched as he waited for the pain to pass so that he could think clearly.
Slowly, he became aware that he was on a train. The background hum of the engines and the wheels on the tracks settled itself into his brain, providing a soundtrack to his otherwise silent surroundings. There was no footsteps of attendants or the buzz of conversations from other passengers. It was as if he were all alone on this train to....
Where was this train taking him?
The psychic started to stand, pausing to wait out waves of dizziness. Once he felt like he could walk without falling over, he began exploring the train. He moved slowly, occasionally calling out. No one came out to help him, no one answered his cries. He really and truly was alone. He couldn't even get any visions, something that unsettled him.
Was this death? Was this train taking him to some sort of purgatory? A judgement of the sins that he'd committed over his lifetime? Or perhaps he'd already been judged and he was now going to his punishment.
The slowing train shook him out of his thoughts. Dennis moved to the closest window, noticing that the train was pulling into a station of some sort. Since when was purgatory a town of some sort? Wouldn't it be some sort of blank place or something?
Soon, the psychic found himself wandering onto the platform. If this was Purgatory or Hell, it was far different than how he'd pictured it.
