CFUD; Application post.
Voting round here.
Your Name/Alias: Dan
Age: Nineteen years old
Character: Giovanni
Series: Dogs: Bullets & Carnage
Character Age: probably around 20 or 21
Canon: Dogs is a series set in a dystopian future where genetic manipulation, violence and crime are normal occurrences in everyday life. Genetically modified creatures abound in Dogs, from winged children and pig-snouted monstrosities, to the more subtle monsters that look more human than what they really are inside. Such is the main character of Dogs; such is, also, Giovanni. In a story where everyone has either lost something, or is trying to take back something from their past, Giovanni plays the devil's advocate in instigating violence, and sticking around to see the chaos he causes through manipulation.
Giovanni's the pop-culture stereotype of the smart-dressed sociopath that you often see in the movies. His motivations and allegiances are unclear, his true origins unknown, and for everyone is concerned Giovanni's sole purpose for existing in canon is to frustrate the living hell out of the main character - which, of course, Giovanni is more than happy to do. He's particular about appearances and diction, comes off as an educated person who suffers the occasional bout of purple speech, and is also an obsessive, compulsive and highly voyeuristic little piece of shit. Quite frankly, he's alright with that.
Sample Post:
One moment you're on your way to a very good time, the next you're in a place that's really unfamiliar. That just won't do. There's a very big difference between an underground train station and a wet, smelly marsh like the one I'm looking at. No dusty scent, no metal clanging; just a green, humid expanse as far as I could care to see. And I don't really care.
Being one of those people who've never seen an actual swamp before, I have to say, the stench is absolutely horrible. Ever had the fortune of being near a car-crash while the good policemen are attempting to pull out the dead, flattened body of the victim? It smells a bit like that, only not as viscous. Makes me want to hurl, if I had a weaker stomach for things like that. It's rather charming, though, in the same way a rotting corpse must seem charming to a necrophiliac.
And now we have an aberration worthy of Lucio Fulci's pride. Do you know him? One of the best horror movie directors when it comes to gore; set a few standards himself, with his zombie movies, never seen anything like it before. There was this one movie of his where he had a lady empty out her insides through the mouth, before turning her into a man-eating undead for some random reason. I tried watching it backwards; that one scene looked like she was tucking the gore back in through her mouth like a particularly disgusting plate of pasta. And how this even relates to you, my foul friend, is that I arrived here hungry, and I am losing my appetite while staring at you. So much for wanting to eat, I suppose. And the wind isn't helping, aah. Cold winds and awkward smells should never go together; it leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
So here I am, enjoying the cool wind and the quiet company of an undead thing, and all it's doing for me is making me feel so homesick. I don't suppose you would know a way back home, then? I could take you with me if you want, I'll show you some of your more animated cousins, and we'll liven up the city in our own special way. Nothing like the smell of steel grating on steel, you know, or gunpowder. All the fireworks and the loud bangs; it may even give you a bit of life, I should think. Immerse yourself in it enough and you just may absorb the electric feel the air takes on when you're caught up in a very large bang. It's always been more fun back home, anyway. All the popular ones are there, all the loud ones. Like one big party, and you never know just how it's going to end.
Show a bit of half-life, Mister Zombie. I could give you a good time. You look like you need it, too.
Your Name/Alias: Dan
Age: Nineteen years old
Character: Giovanni
Series: Dogs: Bullets & Carnage
Character Age: probably around 20 or 21
Canon: Dogs is a series set in a dystopian future where genetic manipulation, violence and crime are normal occurrences in everyday life. Genetically modified creatures abound in Dogs, from winged children and pig-snouted monstrosities, to the more subtle monsters that look more human than what they really are inside. Such is the main character of Dogs; such is, also, Giovanni. In a story where everyone has either lost something, or is trying to take back something from their past, Giovanni plays the devil's advocate in instigating violence, and sticking around to see the chaos he causes through manipulation.
Giovanni's the pop-culture stereotype of the smart-dressed sociopath that you often see in the movies. His motivations and allegiances are unclear, his true origins unknown, and for everyone is concerned Giovanni's sole purpose for existing in canon is to frustrate the living hell out of the main character - which, of course, Giovanni is more than happy to do. He's particular about appearances and diction, comes off as an educated person who suffers the occasional bout of purple speech, and is also an obsessive, compulsive and highly voyeuristic little piece of shit. Quite frankly, he's alright with that.
Sample Post:
One moment you're on your way to a very good time, the next you're in a place that's really unfamiliar. That just won't do. There's a very big difference between an underground train station and a wet, smelly marsh like the one I'm looking at. No dusty scent, no metal clanging; just a green, humid expanse as far as I could care to see. And I don't really care.
Being one of those people who've never seen an actual swamp before, I have to say, the stench is absolutely horrible. Ever had the fortune of being near a car-crash while the good policemen are attempting to pull out the dead, flattened body of the victim? It smells a bit like that, only not as viscous. Makes me want to hurl, if I had a weaker stomach for things like that. It's rather charming, though, in the same way a rotting corpse must seem charming to a necrophiliac.
And now we have an aberration worthy of Lucio Fulci's pride. Do you know him? One of the best horror movie directors when it comes to gore; set a few standards himself, with his zombie movies, never seen anything like it before. There was this one movie of his where he had a lady empty out her insides through the mouth, before turning her into a man-eating undead for some random reason. I tried watching it backwards; that one scene looked like she was tucking the gore back in through her mouth like a particularly disgusting plate of pasta. And how this even relates to you, my foul friend, is that I arrived here hungry, and I am losing my appetite while staring at you. So much for wanting to eat, I suppose. And the wind isn't helping, aah. Cold winds and awkward smells should never go together; it leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
So here I am, enjoying the cool wind and the quiet company of an undead thing, and all it's doing for me is making me feel so homesick. I don't suppose you would know a way back home, then? I could take you with me if you want, I'll show you some of your more animated cousins, and we'll liven up the city in our own special way. Nothing like the smell of steel grating on steel, you know, or gunpowder. All the fireworks and the loud bangs; it may even give you a bit of life, I should think. Immerse yourself in it enough and you just may absorb the electric feel the air takes on when you're caught up in a very large bang. It's always been more fun back home, anyway. All the popular ones are there, all the loud ones. Like one big party, and you never know just how it's going to end.
Show a bit of half-life, Mister Zombie. I could give you a good time. You look like you need it, too.