Post by nemesis on Oct 16, 2011 17:03:45 GMT -5
Application form for any exile/felt/guardians/crew;
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| [cs=2][atrb=width,400][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-right: 5px solid #AAAAAA; background-color: #D3D3D3] [div style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; color: #7F7F7F; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; height: 200px; overflow: auto;[br"]]NAME: Jack Noir SPECIES: Agent of Derse COLOUR: Black PERSONALITY: Jack is nothing if not impulsive, slaying both the Queen and King out of a moment of anger. He hates the Black Queen and the paperwork he has to do. But most of all, he hates his comical harlequin hat. In fact, after Dad destroys it while under imprisonment, Jack is so grateful that he lets Dad go free. Jack faces down the Black Queen and takes her ring, setting out to perform innumerable acts of violence from that moment forward. He goes on a battlefield slaughter, interrupting WV's uprising. From there, he uses the ring's power to murder indiscriminately, completely flipping out. Jack has few friends, and his alliances, such as his with Karkat, don't last long. DD, his moirail, is there for him to keep him from destroying absolutely everything in the universe, since then there would be nothing else to destroy. And Jack would be annoyed. Jack also refers to Lil Cal as his 'one true friend'. But Jack's first real devotion comes after he prototypes with Becquerel, forming Bec Noir. He has unfamiliar feelings of love and loyalty toward Jade, since she was Bec's owner. These feelings infuriate Jack, and he tries to send others to kill Jade to end said feelings. Jack is not a complete raving psychopath, as he is shown to have a sense of honor, throwing Bro his sword back to continue the fight. Jack also hates frogs and is content to fly around the universe destroying things randomly. BIO: Jack appears in every session of Sburb, in the form of Spades Slick in the Trolls' version. Slick's personality is somewhat different from Jack's, but they share the same love of stabbing and similar facial expressions. Jack's job within the fenestrated walls frustrates him, to the point where he just kills the Queen and King. His last prototyping with Becquerel is the one that makes him the most powerful, since he now has the powers of a First Guardian. Jack has moments where he is unusually clever and cunning, and he is generally recognized as a main antagonist. He is banished to the Trolls' session eventually, where he vows not to make the same mistakes he did before. Jack is recognized as the 'cancer' in the Kids' session. APPEARANCE: Harlequin, Jackspers (my personal favorite), Bec Noir w/ glasses, Bec Noir w/o glasses, and Bec Noir w/ trophies REFERRAL: o hai Lili SAMPLE ROLEPLAY: You don't know why you left him there. You killed everyone else (that was the best you've felt in a long, long time) except that little soldier. See, you hate this. Half the time you act on a whim without even knowing what the fuck you're doing. You usually don't take time to regret it, but still. They weren't even good opponents; they were like corn under a sickle or something like that. You guess you were so swept up in your newfound glory, your power (holy SHIT these wings are awesome) that you couldn't help but kill. You assume they were rebels, little pawns by the looks of it. But you didn't even bother to discriminate with them. Except that one soldier. He led the rebels, you were sure of that. And you didn't feel a bit guilty cutting down all his friends, his allies (how would you even know of such things, you have no friends). (that's not entirely true, you have your underlings) (they're underlings, not friends. for a reason.) Something in his expression, however cheesy it may sound. You scoff aloud, from your seat on a hill. You've been kind of out of it, not even noticing your surroundings. The blood from the bodies hasn't begun to crust yet. You like that. The muddy color of drying blood is ugly, nothing compared to its fresh shade. The bodies lie in grotesque poses, strewn carelessly across the checkered battlefield, red standing out against the black and white. In your opinion, it's an improvement. Oh well. This introspection simply won't do. That sort of thing has never worked for you. It's always act first, think later. That's the way it should be. So you stand up, stretch your feathery wings (god DAMN these are epic) and prepare to get a move on. You have a pretty good idea of where to. |
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