So, hey.
I'm applying for what will be my first-ever LJ RP, malaisehouse.
'Bout time, huh?
Your LJ name: majutsukai
Age: 20
Gender: Male
AIM: Majutsukai
MSN: m.hagglund@comcast.net
Email: Same as above
CHARACTER INFO:
Name: Quote (Full/true name lost due to amnesia)
Fandom: Cave Story (Doukutsu Monogatari)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual, male preference
Appearance: Quote is a boy of average height, with pale skin and dark hair that, at its longest, extends about half the way down his neck. He is typically dressed in a black tank top, red denim jeans, black hiking boots, and a red scarf around his neck, though the most noticable piece of his attire is his hat; worn with the bill forward, the red-and-white hat reads "CURLY BRACE". He cannot recall if the words have any significance, or what they mean. He has in his posession a worn pair of black work gloves, but seldom finds cause to wear them indoors. He carries his posessions in a dark olive-green backpack.
ROLEPLAY:
How Your Character Got to Malaise House: He was found unconscious and admitted to a general medical hospital in Nemuro, Japan, where he was formally diagnosed with Aphonia and Amnesia. The baffled hospital staff, unable to find any medical cause for his inability to speak, decided to transfer him to Malaise, mainly because of its track record for accepting "unique" cases.
Symptoms Your Character Experiences (If Any): Quote has no memories prior to being found unconscious in the Nemuro region of Japan. Though his primary language seems to be English, oddly enough, he is fluent in several languages, Japanese among them. He remembers being called Quote, but is unsure if this is his real name, and does not remember a middle or last name. However, he expresses a clear preference for being referred to by this name as opposed to any other. He is also completley mute; though x-rays of the larynx did not reveal any reason that this should be so, he is unable to form words, though he may grunt when in pain or in other circumstances. His primary means of communication, and the means through which information such as his name and languages was extracted, is a pocket-sized notepad and a mechanical pencil, given to him by hospital staff. When asked to describe these symptoms, he can only say that "the words just don't come to me." In spite of this, he is actually quite verbose in written media, and prefers using a computer to get his thoughts out, when he can.
Example Journal Entry:
Amnesia, from the greek amnesia, forgetfulness, is a condition characterized by loss of memory for long or short intervals of time, which may be caused by injury, shock, senility, severe illness, or mental disease, according to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, fourth edition.*
I was... about as clueless as the doctors as far as how it may have happened. There really isn't much more for me to say about it; amnesia is strangely elegant in that way, really.
I could barely have told my left hand from my right when they found me, but when they asked my name, I told them, "Quote", without hesitation. I've had a lot of time to think, lately, and I'm starting to think that this mysterious little name has an ironic way of fitting me. I'm incomplete. A blank line where something should be written. The doctors are supposed to help me work through whatever's repressing my memories, but it's a long road stretching in front of me. That line needs filling.
I've got a lot of writing to do.
Example Post:
The building had every bit of the clean, clinical air of the other hospital. Were they all like this? Had he been in one before? He searched his memory, but did not find the sensation to be familiar. It didn't surprise him. There was something different, though, about this hospital, something that Quote couldn't quite articulate. He decided not to dwell on it unduly.
The dutiful buzz of the fluorescent lighting was the most prominent sound that met his ears, though the dull hum of conversation could be heard through the door ahead. He dipped his hand into his pocket and extracted a small notecard, with the words "CALL ME QUOTE" scrawled in his own stiff, straightforward handwriting. He'd be at this place for a while; the first order of business was to start making friends. He drew a deep breath to calm the butterflies in his stomach, and proceeded brazenly through the double doors.
Awaiting approval as we speak.
EDIT: Approved.
'Bout time, huh?
Your LJ name: majutsukai
Age: 20
Gender: Male
AIM: Majutsukai
MSN: m.hagglund@comcast.net
Email: Same as above
CHARACTER INFO:
Name: Quote (Full/true name lost due to amnesia)
Fandom: Cave Story (Doukutsu Monogatari)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual, male preference
Appearance: Quote is a boy of average height, with pale skin and dark hair that, at its longest, extends about half the way down his neck. He is typically dressed in a black tank top, red denim jeans, black hiking boots, and a red scarf around his neck, though the most noticable piece of his attire is his hat; worn with the bill forward, the red-and-white hat reads "CURLY BRACE". He cannot recall if the words have any significance, or what they mean. He has in his posession a worn pair of black work gloves, but seldom finds cause to wear them indoors. He carries his posessions in a dark olive-green backpack.
ROLEPLAY:
How Your Character Got to Malaise House: He was found unconscious and admitted to a general medical hospital in Nemuro, Japan, where he was formally diagnosed with Aphonia and Amnesia. The baffled hospital staff, unable to find any medical cause for his inability to speak, decided to transfer him to Malaise, mainly because of its track record for accepting "unique" cases.
Symptoms Your Character Experiences (If Any): Quote has no memories prior to being found unconscious in the Nemuro region of Japan. Though his primary language seems to be English, oddly enough, he is fluent in several languages, Japanese among them. He remembers being called Quote, but is unsure if this is his real name, and does not remember a middle or last name. However, he expresses a clear preference for being referred to by this name as opposed to any other. He is also completley mute; though x-rays of the larynx did not reveal any reason that this should be so, he is unable to form words, though he may grunt when in pain or in other circumstances. His primary means of communication, and the means through which information such as his name and languages was extracted, is a pocket-sized notepad and a mechanical pencil, given to him by hospital staff. When asked to describe these symptoms, he can only say that "the words just don't come to me." In spite of this, he is actually quite verbose in written media, and prefers using a computer to get his thoughts out, when he can.
Example Journal Entry:
Amnesia, from the greek amnesia, forgetfulness, is a condition characterized by loss of memory for long or short intervals of time, which may be caused by injury, shock, senility, severe illness, or mental disease, according to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, fourth edition.*
I was... about as clueless as the doctors as far as how it may have happened. There really isn't much more for me to say about it; amnesia is strangely elegant in that way, really.
I could barely have told my left hand from my right when they found me, but when they asked my name, I told them, "Quote", without hesitation. I've had a lot of time to think, lately, and I'm starting to think that this mysterious little name has an ironic way of fitting me. I'm incomplete. A blank line where something should be written. The doctors are supposed to help me work through whatever's repressing my memories, but it's a long road stretching in front of me. That line needs filling.
I've got a lot of writing to do.
Example Post:
The building had every bit of the clean, clinical air of the other hospital. Were they all like this? Had he been in one before? He searched his memory, but did not find the sensation to be familiar. It didn't surprise him. There was something different, though, about this hospital, something that Quote couldn't quite articulate. He decided not to dwell on it unduly.
The dutiful buzz of the fluorescent lighting was the most prominent sound that met his ears, though the dull hum of conversation could be heard through the door ahead. He dipped his hand into his pocket and extracted a small notecard, with the words "CALL ME QUOTE" scrawled in his own stiff, straightforward handwriting. He'd be at this place for a while; the first order of business was to start making friends. He drew a deep breath to calm the butterflies in his stomach, and proceeded brazenly through the double doors.
Awaiting approval as we speak.
EDIT: Approved.