Route Application
Player
Name: Kana
Livejournal Username: gaga_san
E-mail: driprat@comcast.net
AIM/MSN: kanatta
Timezone: PST
Current Characters in Route: Gaga (catsteward ), Belphegor (makesagoodwife )
Character
Name: Siesta 410 ("Yonichimaru")
Series: Umineko no Naku Koro Ni
Timeline: Immediately following her and 45's failure to destroy Battler after discovering he's untouchable by their magic, and their subsequent vanishing in terror.
Canon Resource Links: [Siesta 410's Wikia], [On the Siesta Sisters In General], [Siestas firing sequence in action] (GORE WARNING!! and no subs...the gist of it is Kinzo, the family head, gathered all his kids and servants in a room together, summoned the Siestas and told them to pick six random targets to be the sacrifices for the first part of his ritual)
Affiliation: Breeder
Personality: The Siestas are, quite simply, death in the disguise of cute bunny-girls. They are employed by a fighting force known as the Siesta Sisters Imperial Guard Corps, which is under the command of Pendragon. Their weapon of choice is a glowing bow that shoots beaming arrows that can kill instantly. Unlike the other witches' furniture, the Siestas show no single loyalty to any sorcerer or witch in particular, and act as mercenaries to serve whomever possesses enough magic to summon them (their most frequent summoner, however, and the first to call upon them is Eva-Beatrice so it is accepted that they are her furniture). While unknown for sure, it is believed that the Siestas are connected to a set of rabbit toys that Maria, the apprentice witch of origins, once owned and may have been "birthed" when she was giving life to her toys to become her friends in leiu of having real companionship. This idea is further supported by the fact Rosa destroyed the fourth of Maria's rabbits, and the Siestas, likewise, have a fourth sister, 556, who was killed in the line of duty while battling a "black witch". As 556 had acted as their support fire and compassionate safety, giving the okay to fire only when necessary, the other three have lost their sensitivity and coordinate to be a swift and deadly killing machine once orders to attack have been issued. 45 is in charge of data mining and trajectory calculation, 410 handles locking on, firing, and weapon calibration, and 00 lends her inhumane attack power to ensure that the resulting impact is always lethal, as well as scouting and close-quarters superiority.
The youngest of the three Siesta sisters, 410 is quite childish despite looking to be in her late teens. She takes a glee in her duties that her sisters don't seem to share, laughing at the misfortune of her victims and mocking them as they face their impending doom. Gentleness is lost on her, and she often speaks roughly to all around her, no matter whether they outrank her or not. Her off-duty hobby is harassing those who take themselves too seriously and she often visits her rudeness on the more insecure pieces of the game board she's been called to. It is said she is fond of bothering 45 and Lucifer in particular.
Though she has a standoffish nature, 410 is a social creature and loves to be surrounded by company. She is also quite dependent and becomes distraught if someone isn't looking after her at all times. For this reason, she is usually seen in the company of at least one of her sisters to keep her from becoming depressed. She is likewise not fearless, and is quick to decide that targets that are unkillable clearly must be monsters and is apt to either worriedly cling to her nearest companion or flee the scene in horror. Her dependency aside, if she has a major downfall, it's being arrogant. As stated herself, she has been well-trained in a number of fields "from reading picture-books, to going on a date, to shooting meteorites out of the sky" and therefore sometimes paints an unrealistic picture for herself of what she is and is not capable of. While combined, she and her sisters are nigh-unstoppable as weapons, individually 410 does not fare quite as well. Firing blindly without the target identification and aim to back it up, after all, isn't worth horribly much.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ Good Work Ethic - despite being immature, 410 recognizes when it's time to work and focuses on her job
+ Organized - As most of her training centers around following sequences, she does things methodically and keeps her belongings in careful order
+ Disciplined - She may not be professional, exactly, but 410 knows better than to go rogue and fire recklessly. She follows orders and proper protocol and cooperates with her sisters to ensure success.
+ Keen Eye - she is very perceptive to her surroundings and properly sizes up a confrontation before initiating it
+ Upbeat - Almost always smiling under normal conditions. She could be perceived as pleasant or just....really unnerving.
- Childish - laughing at inappropriate times and speaking rudely...don't expect this one to act her age
- Dependent - She doesn't handle being on her own very well at all
- Abrasive - comes off as kind of a bully to those around her, which is counterproductive to her wanting company
- Lack of Compassion - She's not the best person to try and open up to as you're likely to be made fun of.
- Arrogant - her position and the powerful team she and her sisters make sometimes makes her forget she is not nearly as strong on her own.
Pokemon
Starter: Ditto
Password: Seasalt icecream
Samples
(Please note that both samples must take place in Route_29’s setting.)
First Person Sample:
Nyeh? What have we got hee~eere? [410's video feed comes to life with a haphazard view of a grassy field. It takes the camera a moment to center what's caught her attention into the frame and then bring it into focus. Floating on the breeze is a Drifloon, it's long yellow arms brushing the tops of the tall grass carelessly. It doesn't seem to have noticed the intrusion.]
Ni hihi!! How funny, how funny! Just like a toy!! [A pause as she watches it drift for a moment, some rummaging, and then a pokedex's dutiful report]
Drifloon, the Balloon Pokémon. Drifloon is filled with air and can either expand or shrink to express its feelings. It also likes damp weather.
Nyeeeh? *I* know what stops balloons! [More rummaging off-camera]
Selecting ammo type...loading.
....Fire! [A pokeball sails into the grass, landing before the unsuspecting creature in a burst of light. A rumbling of stone-on-stone can be heard as a large pillar-like pokemon unfurls itself]
Suuuuudowoodo!
Nihihihihi! How about some branches to tangle up those strings? [410 sounds entirely too gleeful about all of this as the two pokemon begin to face off with one another] Initiating attack sequence: FLAIL!
[The Drifloon makes an unhappy noise as Sudowoodo obliges with a frantic flailing of its arms, the resulting air currents sending it buffeting and rolling backwards before it rights itself and zips back into battle]
FLAIL! [The fiasco repeats itself, with more laughter from 410. And again. And again. ....she may be at this game for awhile. The feed mercifully cuts after about the fifth time. You're welcome, Johto.]
Third Person Sample:
Those who'd come to be acquainted with 410 knew her to be everything BUT what she currently was as she sulked on the edge of the hotel bed. "Nyeh..." the aqua-haired young lady muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't like this place. What sort of game is it without 45 and Double-O?" She didn't understand this board's rules at all. The gamemaster not only had decided to disallow the use of magic, which hardly made it a witch's game at ALL, but had also seen fit to summon her without her sisters which made even less sense. What good were the crosshairs without the scope and the gun itself?
A weight appeared on the mattress behind her as Ditto jelled up the hem of the sheets to peer at it's owner with curious black eyes.
"Ditto...?" 410 screwed up her nose in a pout and turned away from the gelatinous purple pokemon.
"YOU'RE part of the reason I'm here!" The accusation made about as much sense as one would expect coming from a tantrumy child's mindset - which was none at all. There was nothing that indicated her blobby new friend had anything to do with the reason she was stuck in this dead-end world, but it felt good to put the blame on SOMEONE. Silence fell in the small hotel room...and then 410 became aware of the sensation of someone patting her head, right between where her bunny ears at once been.
She narrowed her eyes before rounding suddenly on the ditto and socking it with one clenched fist. The sensation was not-at-all satisfying as her hand merely was absorbed up to the wrist with an audible GLOOSH and she received a look of mild confusion from her (unharmed) companion. Ugh....UGH, why did everything have to be so weird here?! Bracing herself against the ditto, she gave her hand a tremendous yank to free it, investigating it critically to ensure it was intact once it had been returned to her possession.
Pat. Patpat. Pat. That little pseudopod was back, patting at her head haltingly...as if the ditto wasn't really sure what it was doing, and merely mimicking a gesture it had seen among Johto's humans during cases when one was in a bad mood.
"Nyeeeeh! Stop it!" she wailed at the pokemon who recoiled to blink at her. And then, in a rippling of purple flesh, began to rapidly shift and change it's shape...
410 stopped short, finding herself suddenly staring at a beady-eyed mirror image of her human form that was in the same pose that she was and trying it's best to look angry. Was it...making fun of her?! Her teeth gritted and then...slowly...her lips twitched into a broad grin. All right, so maybe it WAS a little funny...
"Ni...hihihihi!! That's a pretty good trick...!" The 410-clone likewise grinned broadly and clasped its hands before itself, seeming pleased.
"Ditto!"
"What else can you turn into? What else?!" Her depression seemed forgotten for the moment as she drew her knees beneath herself to bounce on them like a child about to be told a good story. Globbing back into it's proper form, the purple pokemon scratched it's head in thought...and then promptly transformed itself into a replica of one of the pillows. And then her backpack! And then, hopping down from the bed to cross the room, the lamp, the refrigerator, and even the toilet! Each transformation fetched more laughter and applause from 410 as, already her mind was hatching all sorts of possibilities for this wonderful toy she'd been given. She just might enjoy taking part in this game after all...
Name: Kana
Livejournal Username: gaga_san
E-mail: driprat@comcast.net
AIM/MSN: kanatta
Timezone: PST
Current Characters in Route: Gaga (catsteward ), Belphegor (makesagoodwife )
Character
Name: Siesta 410 ("Yonichimaru")
Series: Umineko no Naku Koro Ni
Timeline: Immediately following her and 45's failure to destroy Battler after discovering he's untouchable by their magic, and their subsequent vanishing in terror.
Canon Resource Links: [Siesta 410's Wikia], [On the Siesta Sisters In General], [Siestas firing sequence in action] (GORE WARNING!! and no subs...the gist of it is Kinzo, the family head, gathered all his kids and servants in a room together, summoned the Siestas and told them to pick six random targets to be the sacrifices for the first part of his ritual)
Affiliation: Breeder
Personality: The Siestas are, quite simply, death in the disguise of cute bunny-girls. They are employed by a fighting force known as the Siesta Sisters Imperial Guard Corps, which is under the command of Pendragon. Their weapon of choice is a glowing bow that shoots beaming arrows that can kill instantly. Unlike the other witches' furniture, the Siestas show no single loyalty to any sorcerer or witch in particular, and act as mercenaries to serve whomever possesses enough magic to summon them (their most frequent summoner, however, and the first to call upon them is Eva-Beatrice so it is accepted that they are her furniture). While unknown for sure, it is believed that the Siestas are connected to a set of rabbit toys that Maria, the apprentice witch of origins, once owned and may have been "birthed" when she was giving life to her toys to become her friends in leiu of having real companionship. This idea is further supported by the fact Rosa destroyed the fourth of Maria's rabbits, and the Siestas, likewise, have a fourth sister, 556, who was killed in the line of duty while battling a "black witch". As 556 had acted as their support fire and compassionate safety, giving the okay to fire only when necessary, the other three have lost their sensitivity and coordinate to be a swift and deadly killing machine once orders to attack have been issued. 45 is in charge of data mining and trajectory calculation, 410 handles locking on, firing, and weapon calibration, and 00 lends her inhumane attack power to ensure that the resulting impact is always lethal, as well as scouting and close-quarters superiority.
The youngest of the three Siesta sisters, 410 is quite childish despite looking to be in her late teens. She takes a glee in her duties that her sisters don't seem to share, laughing at the misfortune of her victims and mocking them as they face their impending doom. Gentleness is lost on her, and she often speaks roughly to all around her, no matter whether they outrank her or not. Her off-duty hobby is harassing those who take themselves too seriously and she often visits her rudeness on the more insecure pieces of the game board she's been called to. It is said she is fond of bothering 45 and Lucifer in particular.
Though she has a standoffish nature, 410 is a social creature and loves to be surrounded by company. She is also quite dependent and becomes distraught if someone isn't looking after her at all times. For this reason, she is usually seen in the company of at least one of her sisters to keep her from becoming depressed. She is likewise not fearless, and is quick to decide that targets that are unkillable clearly must be monsters and is apt to either worriedly cling to her nearest companion or flee the scene in horror. Her dependency aside, if she has a major downfall, it's being arrogant. As stated herself, she has been well-trained in a number of fields "from reading picture-books, to going on a date, to shooting meteorites out of the sky" and therefore sometimes paints an unrealistic picture for herself of what she is and is not capable of. While combined, she and her sisters are nigh-unstoppable as weapons, individually 410 does not fare quite as well. Firing blindly without the target identification and aim to back it up, after all, isn't worth horribly much.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ Good Work Ethic - despite being immature, 410 recognizes when it's time to work and focuses on her job
+ Organized - As most of her training centers around following sequences, she does things methodically and keeps her belongings in careful order
+ Disciplined - She may not be professional, exactly, but 410 knows better than to go rogue and fire recklessly. She follows orders and proper protocol and cooperates with her sisters to ensure success.
+ Keen Eye - she is very perceptive to her surroundings and properly sizes up a confrontation before initiating it
+ Upbeat - Almost always smiling under normal conditions. She could be perceived as pleasant or just....really unnerving.
- Childish - laughing at inappropriate times and speaking rudely...don't expect this one to act her age
- Dependent - She doesn't handle being on her own very well at all
- Abrasive - comes off as kind of a bully to those around her, which is counterproductive to her wanting company
- Lack of Compassion - She's not the best person to try and open up to as you're likely to be made fun of.
- Arrogant - her position and the powerful team she and her sisters make sometimes makes her forget she is not nearly as strong on her own.
Pokemon
Starter: Ditto
Password: Seasalt icecream
Samples
(Please note that both samples must take place in Route_29’s setting.)
First Person Sample:
Nyeh? What have we got hee~eere? [410's video feed comes to life with a haphazard view of a grassy field. It takes the camera a moment to center what's caught her attention into the frame and then bring it into focus. Floating on the breeze is a Drifloon, it's long yellow arms brushing the tops of the tall grass carelessly. It doesn't seem to have noticed the intrusion.]
Ni hihi!! How funny, how funny! Just like a toy!! [A pause as she watches it drift for a moment, some rummaging, and then a pokedex's dutiful report]
Drifloon, the Balloon Pokémon. Drifloon is filled with air and can either expand or shrink to express its feelings. It also likes damp weather.
Nyeeeh? *I* know what stops balloons! [More rummaging off-camera]
Selecting ammo type...loading.
....Fire! [A pokeball sails into the grass, landing before the unsuspecting creature in a burst of light. A rumbling of stone-on-stone can be heard as a large pillar-like pokemon unfurls itself]
Suuuuudowoodo!
Nihihihihi! How about some branches to tangle up those strings? [410 sounds entirely too gleeful about all of this as the two pokemon begin to face off with one another] Initiating attack sequence: FLAIL!
[The Drifloon makes an unhappy noise as Sudowoodo obliges with a frantic flailing of its arms, the resulting air currents sending it buffeting and rolling backwards before it rights itself and zips back into battle]
FLAIL! [The fiasco repeats itself, with more laughter from 410. And again. And again. ....she may be at this game for awhile. The feed mercifully cuts after about the fifth time. You're welcome, Johto.]
Third Person Sample:
Those who'd come to be acquainted with 410 knew her to be everything BUT what she currently was as she sulked on the edge of the hotel bed. "Nyeh..." the aqua-haired young lady muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't like this place. What sort of game is it without 45 and Double-O?" She didn't understand this board's rules at all. The gamemaster not only had decided to disallow the use of magic, which hardly made it a witch's game at ALL, but had also seen fit to summon her without her sisters which made even less sense. What good were the crosshairs without the scope and the gun itself?
A weight appeared on the mattress behind her as Ditto jelled up the hem of the sheets to peer at it's owner with curious black eyes.
"Ditto...?" 410 screwed up her nose in a pout and turned away from the gelatinous purple pokemon.
"YOU'RE part of the reason I'm here!" The accusation made about as much sense as one would expect coming from a tantrumy child's mindset - which was none at all. There was nothing that indicated her blobby new friend had anything to do with the reason she was stuck in this dead-end world, but it felt good to put the blame on SOMEONE. Silence fell in the small hotel room...and then 410 became aware of the sensation of someone patting her head, right between where her bunny ears at once been.
She narrowed her eyes before rounding suddenly on the ditto and socking it with one clenched fist. The sensation was not-at-all satisfying as her hand merely was absorbed up to the wrist with an audible GLOOSH and she received a look of mild confusion from her (unharmed) companion. Ugh....UGH, why did everything have to be so weird here?! Bracing herself against the ditto, she gave her hand a tremendous yank to free it, investigating it critically to ensure it was intact once it had been returned to her possession.
Pat. Patpat. Pat. That little pseudopod was back, patting at her head haltingly...as if the ditto wasn't really sure what it was doing, and merely mimicking a gesture it had seen among Johto's humans during cases when one was in a bad mood.
"Nyeeeeh! Stop it!" she wailed at the pokemon who recoiled to blink at her. And then, in a rippling of purple flesh, began to rapidly shift and change it's shape...
410 stopped short, finding herself suddenly staring at a beady-eyed mirror image of her human form that was in the same pose that she was and trying it's best to look angry. Was it...making fun of her?! Her teeth gritted and then...slowly...her lips twitched into a broad grin. All right, so maybe it WAS a little funny...
"Ni...hihihihi!! That's a pretty good trick...!" The 410-clone likewise grinned broadly and clasped its hands before itself, seeming pleased.
"Ditto!"
"What else can you turn into? What else?!" Her depression seemed forgotten for the moment as she drew her knees beneath herself to bounce on them like a child about to be told a good story. Globbing back into it's proper form, the purple pokemon scratched it's head in thought...and then promptly transformed itself into a replica of one of the pillows. And then her backpack! And then, hopping down from the bed to cross the room, the lamp, the refrigerator, and even the toilet! Each transformation fetched more laughter and applause from 410 as, already her mind was hatching all sorts of possibilities for this wonderful toy she'd been given. She just might enjoy taking part in this game after all...