TLV - Character Applications

[bargemods]

CHARACTER APPLICATIONS
Applications, along with the game, have MOVED to Dreamwidth, and will open again at 12:01 a.m., January 8, 2012 here.Applications may open here in the future, during application periods where open account creation is not available on DW. A form will be posted here at those times, and we will provide regular updates as we can

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Application 1/3

[magdaleina]

User Name/Nick: Rei
User LJ: magdaleina
AIM/IM: AIM - SchmooeyFoo
E-mail: weirdophreak17@yahoo.com

Character Name: Captain Morgan Adams
Series: Cutthroat Island
Age: 31
From When?: Post-Film, pre-PotC referencing.

Inmate/Warden: Warden -- In Morgan's long life as a leader she has always felt she's contributed the most when she's had people to give something to. She wants to do good, and to help.
Item: A Compass
How Long Have You Been Here?: Morgan has been aboard the barge for the length of, by her reckoning, a year. She has already Wardened two Inmates who have since gone on.

Abilities/Powers: -able rider, swordsman, swimmer, and gunner
-has rudimentary knowledge the keeping and running of a full ship and crew
-can read English, but also has a decent understanding of maps and charts
Personality: Morgan is nothing if not determined. When she wants something, it is simply only a matter of time before she gets it. Brave and impetuous, she often will undertake difficult tasks without either taking into consideration that she may be placing

Application 2/3

[magdaleina]

History: Daughter of Black Harry Adams, Captain of the Morningstar, Morgan has always been quite familiar with a mariner's way of life. When she was still very young, her mother took ill and eventually passed away; her father chose to bring her aboard and look after her himself rather than find someone on land to see to her care. He simply could not trust anyone else to do it with her mother gone. Much of her childhood and adolescence was spent under the watchful eye of Glasspoole, a sailor aboard Harry's ship whose eventual sole purpose would be to keep an eye on Morgan and protect her. She served in her younger years as her father's 'servant' (since she could hardly be called a cabin boy) until she was big enough to work ondeck, when that occupation was conferred to a new member of the crew, a boy by name of Bowen. By that age, she was also large and able enough to go seeking her own mischief. It seemed that every port they stopped in, she was up to some sort of trouble -- whether stealing or picking fights (their story, not hers),

Application 3/3

[magdaleina]

Though their meeting was interrupted by Dawg, Mordachai killed, Morgan and her crew managed to escape (though not without being wounded, herself), and she came to discover that Shaw had managed to steal Mordachai's map piece. They came to discover that Shaw was not, in fact, a doctor, and had been intending to steal their piece of the map for himself, along with the one he was hiding on his person, so he was thrown in the brig. Even without his help, Morgan was able to divine the location of Cutthroat Island, but as the route took them into a great storm, much of the crew (including Tom Scully, the man who would have been captain were it not for her) mutinied and set her and the remaining loyals adrift. Shaw escaped, and followed them. After the storm passed, and daylight broke, they found themselves within swimming distance of the island

Application 4/3 waha fractions

[magdaleina]

Sample RP: Morgan pulled her gloves tighter over her fingers as she emerged ondeck. It was dim -- always was. Rather than a full night sky, the outside of the Barge seemed constantly trapped in a moment of twilight, where blue swirled into the black, and just the faintest snatches of pink and dying sunlight could only be caught out of the corner of one's eye, but never there when one turned to look. Once, the sight of the stars all above and below her had filled her with wonder and dread, to look overboard and see not true waters but only the shade of them, more like whisps of smoke, where spirits and glimpses of happier and sadder and grimmer worlds passed them. Now, she relished a moment where she could come up top, breathe in the strange, scentless air, and gaze at all the worlds passing them by, below them rather than in the distance and on the horizon

[maureen_cohen]

User Name/Nick: Shoshana
User LJ: maureen_cohen
AIM/IM: AIM: Mrs Liz Sparrow
MSN: pirate_read@hotmail.com
E-mail: pirate_read@hotmail.com

Character Name: Vesper Lynd
Series: James Bond (Casino Royale/Film version)
Age: 27
From When?: Post-Casino Royale
Inmate/Warden: Warden, to repent for the lies and deceit
Item: A while mobile phone, Sony Ericsson M600i
How long have you been here? Long enough to understand the ins and outs of this place

Abilities/Powers:
-Determination - if her mind is set to it, she can do it.
-Quick-thinking - Able to work under stress and think on her feet
-Smarts - is bilingual (French and English), university graduate
Personality: Vesper is smart and calculating, she comes off as cold and sometimes controlling, but it is to hide her insecurities. She has always come off as a forceful person, working harder and more aggressively than others because she thinks that people will not take her seriously as a woman. She tends to come off as very abrupt or harsh, giving her almost an air of mystery

[maureen_cohen]

They looked to start a new life together, Bond leaving the MI6 to be with Vesper. While on holiday in Venice, the money was handed over to Mr White, but the men locked Vesper in an elevator. As the building started to crumble, she resigned herself to death, knowing that she had wronged her new love. Despite his attempts to save her, Vesper was gone.

Sample Journal Entry:
I can’t live like this anymore. The deceit is far too much. What deceit? I love him, that isn’t deceit. I don’t have a ‘tell’…but I am able to lie to him so easily. It’s for his safety, his own good. I don’t want him to end up dead. He can’t, that’s why I have to do this. I love him too much. Is that wrong? It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him, but I have. James treats me like a goddess, taking me to Venice and being my strength. Maybe he’ll never have to know what I’m doing and when it’s done…it’s done and we can be happy….

Sample RP:
Where is he going? Vesper though uneasily, red painted lips parted and blue eyes

[bargemods]

Accepted!

Welcome to the Last Voyages!

Now that you're a member, here's a few things you should do!
1. Create your Character Journal and comment here!
2. Join and Watch lastvoyages, lastvoyagesooc, and lastvoyageslogs.
3. Post in the taken characters list here.
4. Post in the Cabin List here.
5. Post in the OOC Community, introducing yourself.
6. Apply for a Warden or Inmate to be grouped with here.

[vesper_glow]

Whee, Vesper's journal!

The Master

[soundof_drums]

User Name/Nick: Ros
User LJ: pyroslut
AIM/IM: pyrocornflakes
E-mail: rosloops at gmail dot com
Other Characters: NOBODY

Character Name: Master, The Master, Master of all things, Your Master, etcetera etcetera. (Real Name: Koschei, but nobody calls him that... or knows that)
Series: Doctor Who
Age: ~900 years old
From When?: The end of “Last of the Time Lords”

Inmate/Warden: Inmate, because really, who would trust the Master to be a Warden?
Item: N/A
How Long Have You Been Here?: N/A

Abilities/Powers: As a Time Lord, the Master can “cheat death” by undergoing a Regeneration process, which is sort of dodgy, and can only be done about twelve times, unless you’re the Master, then it can be done however many times you feel like it (well, with cheating). While it allows him to recover from mortal wounds, it also makes him become a “new” person. His entire appearance will change, and certain aspects of his personality will, as well, but in essence, he’s still the same old sadistic bastard. He has the same memories, skills, etc. He is, at once

Re: The Master

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Personality: The Master, in this current incarnation, is like a cartoon supervillain. That’s really the only way to describe him. He has always had fancies of extreme grandeur, but in order to capitalize on one of the Doctor’s greatest strengths-- his sense of humor-- the Master became a sort of… Time Lord equivalent of the Joker. He is a narcissistic megalomaniac, a sadist, and a psychopath. Among these charming qualities, the Master is also obscenely arrogant, vain, and prideful. The Master is, essentially, insane, and has been since he was a child. He's tormented by the drumbeat of war, endlessly raging in his head

Re: The Master

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However, something was calling to him, something unexplainable. Professor Yana opened up the watch and the Time Lord essence seeped into him, returning the Master to life! WOO! His first orders of business were to let the murderous "Futurekind" into the compound, then set the rocket for Utopia off-course... then kill Chantho, his faithful companion. However, before she died, Chantho managed to shoot the Master, mortally wounding him. He ran into the TARDIS and locked it, keeping the Doctor out, and began to Regenerate, declaring that if the Doctor could make himself young and strong, so could he

Re: The Master

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Sample Journal Entry: Ugh. I'll bet the Doctor is behind this mess. This just reeeeks of him. A second chance: I could reform, do some good, simper my way back to life! OH, YES, sign me up! Death doesn't suit me much, anyway. It's like life without all the gooey excitement. Never. Ending. Tedium.

And I can still hear it: the sound of the drums. The unceasing call to war. Oh, fabulous, even in death it haunts me, this relentless staccato beating.

Tap tap taptaptaptap. Tap tap taptaptaptap. Tap tap taptaptaptap.

Catchy, isn't it? I'm rather fond of the tune, myself. It has a way of, ohhh, getting inside your head. Don't you agree?

Sample RP:
An eternity with the Doctor, trapped in the TARDIS like his pet, ugh, companion. The very thought of it sickened the Master, made his stomach recoil-- oh, wait, no. No, that was the bullet. He found he was rather sick of getting shot by women. First that disgusting little insect Chantho, and now Lucy, dear Lucy. It was always the women, wasn't it? Couldn't trust them.

Inmate App 1/?

[magdaleina]

User Name/Nick: Rei
User LJ: magdaleina
AIM/IM: SchmooeyFoo
E-mail: weirdophreak17@yahoo.com
Other Characters: Morgan Adams

Character Name: The Marquis de Sade
Series: Quills
Age: 54
From When?: Just after his deth

Inmate/Warden: Inmate

Abilities/Powers: No special powers. He's an able rider, swordsman and marksman though.
Personality: The Marquis has never been anything if not opinionated. He is unashamed of his views, especially not of voicing them, and he has little care for causing grief for the people that trouble him as well. He likes to shock people -- as a matter of fact, he enjoys it more than is probably healthy, and many of his exploits and writings were exercises in this rather than the purporting of his genuine beliefs. Definitely, he is of the kind that believe that people should speak without fear of punishment, and despite his very open views on the rights of the artist, he does not appear to so readily think that artists should be responsible for the impact of their work. The fact that he posts clear disclaimers on all of

Inmate App 2/?

[magdaleina]

History: (Note that I do make use of some actual history, here, to buffer the character's background, but I have adjusted some details to fit the version of De Sade that is in the movie -- supporting those historical innacuracies rather than changing the film, itself, to fit what actually happened

Inmate App 3/?

[magdaleina]

He was still sentenced to jail time, despite no evidence of the charges being brought to light. It was at this time that his mother-in-law secured a lettre-de-cache from the King. Generally used by nobles to keep their loved ones out of the lower courts in times of trouble, to lighten their sentencing, this became a curse for the Marquis, as it gave his mother-in-law the power to have him thrown in jail at any time, without trial, whenever she felt like he was making too big a spectacle of himself

Inmate App 4/?

[magdaleina]

Napoleon initially ordered the author of the novel shot, but his advisors provided another solution -- so as not to make the Marquis a martyr. Instead, he sent one Doctor Royer-Collard to the Asylum to oversee the Abbe's work there. By means of coercion, Royer-Collard was able to use threats of closure to see to it the Abbe tightened the Marquis' leash for every infraction and disobedience. One by one, his privelages were taken away, including his quills and paper, and in protest, the Marquis continued to devise more and more creative ways to continue writing, starting with wine on bed linens, coming to the use of blood and eventually even excrement as inks. All of his possessions, including his clothes, were taken from him, and when the dictation of one of his last stories led to the Madeleine's murder by the hands of another inmate, his tongue was removed, leading to his eventual decline by infection. The Abbe, once a dear friend of his, held him dying as he swallowed the man's crucifix and choked to death on it, choosing that over

Henry West

[major_west]

User Name/Nick: Ros
User LJ: pyroslut
AIM/IM: pyrocornflakes
E-mail: rosloops at gmail dot com
Other Characters: The Master

Character Name: Major Henry West
Series: 28 Days Later
Age: 36 years old
From When?: After he got his face ripped off by zombies.

Inmate/Warden: Inmate
Item: N/A
How Long Have You Been Here?: N/A

Abilities/Powers: Major West is a normal human, so he doesn’t have any special powers or anything. What he does have is extensive military training, so he’s proficient in firearms, survival skills, and… hitting people. Otherwise, there’s nothing special about him. How sad!

Personality: Major West is somewhat complicated, I guess. He likes to think of himself as a very pragmatic, practical, and disciplined man, but, he really isn't. He is capable of doing inhumane things for what he thinks is the “greater good.” He likes to absolve whatever guilt he feels by not personally committing whatever great acts of violence/cruelty he allows. For example, despite promising his soldiers that they could have sex with the first

Re: Henry West

[major_west]

West isn't an idiot, but he's not a genius either. He has a sort of stand-offish, book-smartness that enables him to approach certain situations with a cold, detached attitude (situations like chaining up an Infected and waiting for it to starve to death, while more bleeding heart types might have a problem with such "experiments"). However, his practical intelligence isn't that great. He tends to assume that things will work out as he dictates, and doesn't really plan very well for problems. When he's really upset, he stops thinking things through completely, and will behave like a moron. West can be rather arrogant, and will sometimes smugly taunt people/things that he has an upper-hand over.

History: Henry West doesn’t have a particularly interesting or unique history; in fact, his early life was marked with total and complete averageness. He was born and raised in London, to a somewhat inattentive father with a military background and a doting, stay-at-home mother. The family was pretty solidly working class, and

Re: Henry West

[major_west]

Sadly, things never work out the way Henry wants them to. A little over a month after the Infection broke out, the first survivors came across his broadcast: a trio consisting of a wimpy courier named Jim, a battle-hardened woman named Selena, and a fifteen-year-old girl named Hannah, whose newly Infected father had been gunned down by West’s men. West took them in and (AUGHHH I hate summarizing the movie) everything seemed hunky-dory at first. Henry rather liked Jim, as he gave him somebody new to talk to, and he hoped that the man would be another kindred spirit. In fact, he even showed Jim his pet Infected, Private Mailer, who had once been a soldier under his command. After having been Infected, West decided to keep Mailer chained up so that he could “test” the Infected and “learn” from them. What he learned: they have no future; no potential. Ultimately, however, his goal was to learn how long it took for the Infected to starve to death

Re: Henry West

[major_west]

Sample Journal Entry: Am I to understand that others can read everything I write down here? In that case, I simply refuse to participate in this nonsense. Considering that the only other individuals I have met so far have been one slavering, debauched “nobleman” and a little megalomaniacal weasel of a man who fancies himself some sort of “Master,” I would rather not grant these clowns access to my thoughts. What sort of place is this, anyway? Some sort of final bastion against the Infected? It’s like Noah’s Ark, if the Ark were inhabited by two of every sort of idiot there ever was-oh. What does that say about me?

Sample RP: The first thing Major Henry West did as he regained consciousness was let out a piercing, agonized scream. He could still feel the hands on him, the nails digging into his skin and ripping out bits and chunks of flesh- and it was then that he thrashed and fell off his bed, banging his head against the floor. Well, that hurt. Ultimately, though, the pain was good; it reminded him that this-hitting his