Auditions

[cabintwelve]

Auditions? WTF? You mean applications, right? No, we mean auditions. There are two mods, and we, unfortunately, are not omnesicent and all-knowing of all fandoms. Sad, I know, but true. So what are mods to do? Auditions, of course

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[mirroredsakura]

.player info.

.name.
Steph

.age. 20
.prior experience. final_kingdom, tabloid_rp, toujourshotel, malaisehouse, spiral_rpg in that order or something along those lines.

.contact information.
AIM: mirroredsakura, email: mirroredsakura (a) yahoo (dot) com

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.character info.

.name.
Cheshire Cat, Cat for short

.age/year.
as old as Wonderland

.appearance.
Cat is constantly changing depending on his own mood and what the other wants to see; pinks and purples, grays and charcoals, bistre et chocolat... all and the same to him. Skin and bones or fat and well-fed, well, decisions, decisions. Only his face stays the same--harvest moon eyes and crescent moon smile. Sometimes a little bloody, sometimes still fancy-free, but always mad because we're all mad here.

.personality.
Nonsensical, for the most part. Curious as a... well... cat, and cats go everywhere whether they are wanted or no. He has an answer for everything, but not the answer that you perhaps might be looking for. Easily distracted and well-natured, one mustn't think to try this kitty's patience; he has claws, and not even the insane dare chance them, didn't you know? Quite the vicious streak, he has, and a nasty temper to go along with it. Cat also wonders if he exists sometimes. Really, do you think he does? Cat wants to know.

.history.
Cats go where they will, and so do dreams. If Alice is here, all the better, pick up the pieces and glue them back together again, all done, good as new, hail Alice, hail Wonderland. Cat followed her, you know. Crossed the Queen's croquet ground and passed through the looking glass.

But no Alice. Not yet. No Alice here so Cat is stuck in a dull, dirty, world, and I don't like it. Cats are freedom and cats go as they please. No Rabbit here, run, run, too late, too late, no Caterpillar to whisper words and talk toadstools and blow smoke rings to take me away, away, away. Alice will come, Alice will always come because Cat is calling and Cat is Wonderland and Alice will always answer Wonderland.

And if she doesn't come? Well, Cat will go on looking, but in the meantime... oh what fun, what fun the real world can be! Guns and grit and screams as the dead come tumbling after the living, Cat's very own stack of playing cards and chess pieces, all topsy-turvy-tumble in a brown wooden box. Is this Death that Cat reads?

It's like Cat never left Wonderland, trapped like he was in Our Dark Days. And with no meta-essence to light our way or save the day. Such a pity. Alice's blade was sharp, but not as sharp as Cat's claws can be...

[cabintwelve]

MAKE A JOURNAL YES/YES?

[feline_nonsense]

Your approval makes me blush. Fortunately for you, pink suits me too.

[faithfullyslain]

GIVE A GIRL A CHANCE TO REWATCH THE SERIES FIRST 'FORE SHE GOES AROUND POTENTIALLY EMBARRASSING HERSELF FOR LIFE, YEAH?

♥