PROJECT BLUE APP; working
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mydearbettina[PLAYER INFO]
Name/Nick: Jessi
Age: 20
User LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jessihoney
AIM/IM: jessihoney18
E-mail: jess[dot]piggin[at]gmail[dot]com
Other Characters: None here :V
[CHARACTER INFO]
Character Name: Jack Your Firm's Name Here
Fandom: James Meek's The Museum of Doubt
Age: NEVER SPECIFIED (I assume quite, quite old) but looks around 30-ish.
Canon Point: Pre-canon, post![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
unbalancedcar.
AU?: YES. This is Jack from his adventures with Prefect inunbalancedcar; although he is pre-canon, his life would have been very much the same for many years before he meets Adela in his canon, there are no really drastic changes to personality. (There's also a tiny bit of his AU history in this journal, as I think we started playing them in his journal then moved to a comm.)
Starting Location: Dallas, Texas. The outskirts, maybe, but still in Dallas.
Abilities/Powers: [All abilities must adhere to the guidelines established in the rules section. The Mods may ask you to edit if they feel you are overpowered. Everyone is mildly psychic, but it's not impossible for other special abilities to be there. We approve these on a case by case basis.]
His psychic powers will be slightly more honed than other people who did not have powers before, probably just because he has better control and is used to psychic stuff. He maybe has some sense of danger, particularly when it's of a supernatural nature: like, he'll feel the approach of Flagg, though not in any specific sense. Just an impotent feeling of SOME SHIT GOING DOWN.
Personality: [A minimum of 5 paragraphs. The more depth and detail, the better! Keep in mind that this is a plot-driven, horror-themed game, and the more information you give, the better the mods and other players can craft inclusive, effective plots. You may want to include how they will react to the setting. If you are apping an AU from another game, you should outline any changes from their canon personality here.]
History: [3-5 paragraphs. We do accept wiki links, provided they are detailed. A sparse wiki entry is not a substitution for a history. It should be clear enough for somebody who has never been exposed to your canon before to follow. If you are apping an AU from another game, you must outline any major experiences and events from that setting.]
Special Notes:
[SAMPLES]
Journal Entry: [6-8 sentences. Must be original content, not samples from other games or dressing rooms. If you are making a sample video post, this means 6-8 sentences of dialogue.]
Sample Log: [From this post inunbalancedcar:]
Jack shook his head once more, pressing his lips together hard before opening his mouth again as if to speak, then changed his mind and closed it again. A deep sadness crossed his face, then disappeared. There was a moment of complete and total blankness, as if Jack had vacated his body for an instant, then, suddenly, he scowled at Prefect.
Abruptly, he spat out a question, hard and fast. "Where were we before we came here?"
Showing canines in a snarl, he continued, shooting the questions like accusations. "Where did we go? What did we see? Did I give away any Lives? Did I deliberately upset you? Did we visit your precious Factory, perhaps? Did I show you the world? What did we do, mm? What did we do?" He stopped, paused, breathing hard, face red. A flash of something that wasn't quite desperation crossed his features. "What did we do in all those long months together?"
[DOOT DOOT PREFECT REPLIES]
"How can we leave?" Jack asked viciously, leaning toward Prefect with that sneering snarl still fixed on his face. "Just tell me, Prefect dear, just how exactly can we leave? When we were just driving through the desert - when you were driving my car through the desert - the earth dropped away and swallowed us whole and my car was destroyed, so how are we to leave? Shall we just walk, strike out and wander lost through this dead place as the Israelites walked from Egypt? Shall we follow the road until we reach the abandoned petrol station, then continue walking until the Palace of Wax?"
He pointed an accusing finger at Prefect, then waved his other hand at the empty cupboards of the kitchen in the abandoned house in the middle of miles and miles of empty, hateful desert.
"Tell me," he continued, anger and scorn heavy in his quiet voice. "Just how far do you think you would get?"
Name/Nick: Jessi
Age: 20
User LJ:
jessihoneyAIM/IM: jessihoney18
E-mail: jess[dot]piggin[at]gmail[dot]com
Other Characters: None here :V
[CHARACTER INFO]
Character Name: Jack Your Firm's Name Here
Fandom: James Meek's The Museum of Doubt
Age: NEVER SPECIFIED (I assume quite, quite old) but looks around 30-ish.
Canon Point: Pre-canon, post
unbalancedcar.AU?: YES. This is Jack from his adventures with Prefect in
unbalancedcar; although he is pre-canon, his life would have been very much the same for many years before he meets Adela in his canon, there are no really drastic changes to personality. (There's also a tiny bit of his AU history in this journal, as I think we started playing them in his journal then moved to a comm.)Starting Location: Dallas, Texas. The outskirts, maybe, but still in Dallas.
Abilities/Powers: [All abilities must adhere to the guidelines established in the rules section. The Mods may ask you to edit if they feel you are overpowered. Everyone is mildly psychic, but it's not impossible for other special abilities to be there. We approve these on a case by case basis.]
His psychic powers will be slightly more honed than other people who did not have powers before, probably just because he has better control and is used to psychic stuff. He maybe has some sense of danger, particularly when it's of a supernatural nature: like, he'll feel the approach of Flagg, though not in any specific sense. Just an impotent feeling of SOME SHIT GOING DOWN.
Personality: [A minimum of 5 paragraphs. The more depth and detail, the better! Keep in mind that this is a plot-driven, horror-themed game, and the more information you give, the better the mods and other players can craft inclusive, effective plots. You may want to include how they will react to the setting. If you are apping an AU from another game, you should outline any changes from their canon personality here.]
History: [3-5 paragraphs. We do accept wiki links, provided they are detailed. A sparse wiki entry is not a substitution for a history. It should be clear enough for somebody who has never been exposed to your canon before to follow. If you are apping an AU from another game, you must outline any major experiences and events from that setting.]
Special Notes:
[SAMPLES]
Journal Entry: [6-8 sentences. Must be original content, not samples from other games or dressing rooms. If you are making a sample video post, this means 6-8 sentences of dialogue.]
Sample Log: [From this post in
unbalancedcar:]Jack shook his head once more, pressing his lips together hard before opening his mouth again as if to speak, then changed his mind and closed it again. A deep sadness crossed his face, then disappeared. There was a moment of complete and total blankness, as if Jack had vacated his body for an instant, then, suddenly, he scowled at Prefect.
Abruptly, he spat out a question, hard and fast. "Where were we before we came here?"
Showing canines in a snarl, he continued, shooting the questions like accusations. "Where did we go? What did we see? Did I give away any Lives? Did I deliberately upset you? Did we visit your precious Factory, perhaps? Did I show you the world? What did we do, mm? What did we do?" He stopped, paused, breathing hard, face red. A flash of something that wasn't quite desperation crossed his features. "What did we do in all those long months together?"
[DOOT DOOT PREFECT REPLIES]
"How can we leave?" Jack asked viciously, leaning toward Prefect with that sneering snarl still fixed on his face. "Just tell me, Prefect dear, just how exactly can we leave? When we were just driving through the desert - when you were driving my car through the desert - the earth dropped away and swallowed us whole and my car was destroyed, so how are we to leave? Shall we just walk, strike out and wander lost through this dead place as the Israelites walked from Egypt? Shall we follow the road until we reach the abandoned petrol station, then continue walking until the Palace of Wax?"
He pointed an accusing finger at Prefect, then waved his other hand at the empty cupboards of the kitchen in the abandoned house in the middle of miles and miles of empty, hateful desert.
"Tell me," he continued, anger and scorn heavy in his quiet voice. "Just how far do you think you would get?"
