application post! IT'S OBLIGATORY.
Your Name: Kade
Age: 18
Character Name: Elizabeth "Liz" Thompson
Series: Soul Eater
Character Age: . . . teenaged!
Canon: Welcome to the Shinigami Technical School, where weapons are not just weapons but students too, your teachers may be zombies or Frankenstein, and blood is always the favored comedic accent. In this institute, the Grim Reaper himself preens a particularly gifted group of students to excel in their studies by eliminating threats to society, collecting certain souls to increase the strength of their weapons, and duking it out amongst themselves in true blue shounen style.
The Thompson sisters, a pair of perfectly symmetrical pistols in their weapon form, were known as the 'Demons of Brooklyn' and caused all manner of chaos before the Grim Reaper's son, Death the Kid, took them as his own weapons. Since that time, Liz Thompson has adjusted to normal life as a teenage girl and fancies herself the sanest one of their trio, tending to be mature and no-nonsense. Kid's obsession with symmetry is a particular irritation for her; she'll kindly try to help him and ease him out of his depression at first, but her temper doesn't take long to erupt. Not that she doesn't have her own problems. Despite her past, Liz can be a real coward and is irrationally afraid of things that go bump in the night. She also has a bad habit of worrying about make-up, fashion, and attracting the next hot guy more than her studies. But she cares, really. She'll get the job done!-- right after this paint dries.
Sample Post:
Finally. This is my chance! Who am I to deny an all expenses-paid trip to a beauty salon in the countryside? I mean, I can't even remember the last time I had a break. I can't live like that! Firing away all night and day really takes it out of my back, you know? A good old-fashioned massage from a smoking hot attendant ♥ is just what I need. I bet it could even clear my migraine from hearing the S-word day in and day out -- and no, not that one. Week after week, it's the same thing everyday: "This isn't symmetrical enough, that's not symmetrical enough, oh god I'm not symmetrical enough I NEED TO DIE". . . honestly! At this rate, dealing with that spoiled brat is going to give me wrinkles before I even have to lie about my age. And I won't have it! All I want is to have one day of peace and quiet to myself this time. Nice, who-cares-if-it's-asymmetrical peace and quiet. . .
. . . maybe too quiet. Hey, where is everyone anyway? I know the invitation said this place was exclusive, but this is a little much. Half the fun of a salon is the atmosphere, isn't it? Where's all the gossip? The trashy magazines? The-- eugh, was that screaming? T-that sound. . . I know that sound! I've heard it the track of every major slasher movie! But I won't be the good-looking side character who dies first! Forget the ridiculously good deal, I'm-- no, no, no, wait a second! Pull yourself together, Liz! They probably just have a waxing clinic open today! And anyway, why should you be afraid? Come on! Everyone used to fear your name! Anyone who messed with a Thompson sister bit a bullet before they could even let out one whimper! That's right. . . so if anyone wants to get between me and my makeover, mark my words! I'll give them something that their face will never forge-- oh my god what are you!?
S-stay back! Back I say! I know I look tasty, but I'm really not at all! And I'm all carbohydrates! So if you value what's left of your figure, don't you dare try to touch me. . . huh? Y-you're just another customer? Seriously? I mean, I know the professionals here are supposed to work wonders but-- crap. Hey, I didn't mean it like that! So calm down, okay? I bet you're still a great person, no matter what you look like. Just think about it! You've got a face that's still perfect for radio. Instead of popping bones, you'll be a pop hit! Right? . . . still no, huh. Alright, how about this: I'll give you some tips right here and now to get you started before you even walk in the door. -- As long as you keep three feet away from me at all times. Sound good? Leeet's just gloss over that.
Remember, three feet! N-now, the golden rule is that it's all in the make-up. And the best part is, if you do it right no one will even know until after they've already fallen for you. You're off to a good start -- they have been saying that green is the new pink -- but you've got to up the ante a little. Bring out the heavy artillery! Have you tried concealer? It's the perfect thing to hide all those blots and blemishes. And if you're going to fight tooth and nail, you've got to remember to do damage control afterwards; have you seen the condition of your polish? I know they say to let the chips fall where they may, but that definitely doesn't apply here. But look, it's not that hard is it? Just some eyeshadow, a dab of mascara, a new coat of nail polish. . . what do you say?
-- What do you mean you're still in despair?!
Age: 18
Character Name: Elizabeth "Liz" Thompson
Series: Soul Eater
Character Age: . . . teenaged!
Canon: Welcome to the Shinigami Technical School, where weapons are not just weapons but students too, your teachers may be zombies or Frankenstein, and blood is always the favored comedic accent. In this institute, the Grim Reaper himself preens a particularly gifted group of students to excel in their studies by eliminating threats to society, collecting certain souls to increase the strength of their weapons, and duking it out amongst themselves in true blue shounen style.
The Thompson sisters, a pair of perfectly symmetrical pistols in their weapon form, were known as the 'Demons of Brooklyn' and caused all manner of chaos before the Grim Reaper's son, Death the Kid, took them as his own weapons. Since that time, Liz Thompson has adjusted to normal life as a teenage girl and fancies herself the sanest one of their trio, tending to be mature and no-nonsense. Kid's obsession with symmetry is a particular irritation for her; she'll kindly try to help him and ease him out of his depression at first, but her temper doesn't take long to erupt. Not that she doesn't have her own problems. Despite her past, Liz can be a real coward and is irrationally afraid of things that go bump in the night. She also has a bad habit of worrying about make-up, fashion, and attracting the next hot guy more than her studies. But she cares, really. She'll get the job done!-- right after this paint dries.
Sample Post:
Finally. This is my chance! Who am I to deny an all expenses-paid trip to a beauty salon in the countryside? I mean, I can't even remember the last time I had a break. I can't live like that! Firing away all night and day really takes it out of my back, you know? A good old-fashioned massage from a smoking hot attendant ♥ is just what I need. I bet it could even clear my migraine from hearing the S-word day in and day out -- and no, not that one. Week after week, it's the same thing everyday: "This isn't symmetrical enough, that's not symmetrical enough, oh god I'm not symmetrical enough I NEED TO DIE". . . honestly! At this rate, dealing with that spoiled brat is going to give me wrinkles before I even have to lie about my age. And I won't have it! All I want is to have one day of peace and quiet to myself this time. Nice, who-cares-if-it's-asymmetrical peace and quiet. . .
. . . maybe too quiet. Hey, where is everyone anyway? I know the invitation said this place was exclusive, but this is a little much. Half the fun of a salon is the atmosphere, isn't it? Where's all the gossip? The trashy magazines? The-- eugh, was that screaming? T-that sound. . . I know that sound! I've heard it the track of every major slasher movie! But I won't be the good-looking side character who dies first! Forget the ridiculously good deal, I'm-- no, no, no, wait a second! Pull yourself together, Liz! They probably just have a waxing clinic open today! And anyway, why should you be afraid? Come on! Everyone used to fear your name! Anyone who messed with a Thompson sister bit a bullet before they could even let out one whimper! That's right. . . so if anyone wants to get between me and my makeover, mark my words! I'll give them something that their face will never forge-- oh my god what are you!?
S-stay back! Back I say! I know I look tasty, but I'm really not at all! And I'm all carbohydrates! So if you value what's left of your figure, don't you dare try to touch me. . . huh? Y-you're just another customer? Seriously? I mean, I know the professionals here are supposed to work wonders but-- crap. Hey, I didn't mean it like that! So calm down, okay? I bet you're still a great person, no matter what you look like. Just think about it! You've got a face that's still perfect for radio. Instead of popping bones, you'll be a pop hit! Right? . . . still no, huh. Alright, how about this: I'll give you some tips right here and now to get you started before you even walk in the door. -- As long as you keep three feet away from me at all times. Sound good? Leeet's just gloss over that.
Remember, three feet! N-now, the golden rule is that it's all in the make-up. And the best part is, if you do it right no one will even know until after they've already fallen for you. You're off to a good start -- they have been saying that green is the new pink -- but you've got to up the ante a little. Bring out the heavy artillery! Have you tried concealer? It's the perfect thing to hide all those blots and blemishes. And if you're going to fight tooth and nail, you've got to remember to do damage control afterwards; have you seen the condition of your polish? I know they say to let the chips fall where they may, but that definitely doesn't apply here. But look, it's not that hard is it? Just some eyeshadow, a dab of mascara, a new coat of nail polish. . . what do you say?
-- What do you mean you're still in despair?!