Post by Rayne Apollo Elrond Tyler on Dec 13, 2010 0:50:23 GMT -7
This is the adult application. Not everyone is in a band, works for Cimmerian, or is a student. You can have any job you please, just fill out the form accordingly.
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Example:
Character Name: Rayne Tyler
Age: 21
Job: Sketch Artist
Brief Character History: Rayne was the first born son to Mr. and Mrs. Tyler. He was spoiled, loved, and doted upon. At age 3, his brother came into this world. Zeke Tyler. He was beat, hated, and unloved. Rayne loved Zeke though and took care of his little brother. Rayne and Zeke were inseparable until Rayne graduated high school. Rayne then went on to see the world annd came back three years later to reconnect with Zeke and all his old friends.
Why You Should Have this Job: Rayne is a creative person and he always bottles up his emotions, never letting anyone know what he feels. This job is a creative outlet as well as it is a passion of Rayne's. He loves to sketch. Having this job will also help his mental state so his mind doesn't crack under the pressure of hiding his emotions.
RP Sample:
Rayne ran his hand through his hair. His left hand, to be precise. The paint on the nails on his left hand were dry and he was blowing on his nails on his right hand, trying to dry the paint quickly. In a method of calming himself, Rayne had painted his nails. They were sitting in the waiting room with a bunch of other bands who were in the competition but Voice of Sanity was up next. Rayne was a bit nervous. Cimmerian Records was GD's record label but, in a competition like this one, it didn't matter since the judges were supposed to be unbiased.
"Voice of Sanity, you're on in five," said the man by the curtain. Rayne nodded and began blowing on his finger nails harder, waving them rapidly as he did so to get them to dry faster. His heart was pounding in his throat and he could hardly see through the tears of panic that were fogging up his eyes. He wasn't used to this. They were a small-town band. They performed all around Alice City, not in competitions or anything such as that. They were inexperienced and that thought scared Rayne. He was breathing quickly. And then someone touched his shoulder. Rayne jumped and squeaked, looking up and behind him into the concerned eyes of one of his band mates.
"I'm... I'm okay," Rayne whispered, standing on shaky legs. "Let's go rock their worlds."
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[b]Job[/b]:
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Example:
Character Name: Rayne Tyler
Age: 21
Job: Sketch Artist
Brief Character History: Rayne was the first born son to Mr. and Mrs. Tyler. He was spoiled, loved, and doted upon. At age 3, his brother came into this world. Zeke Tyler. He was beat, hated, and unloved. Rayne loved Zeke though and took care of his little brother. Rayne and Zeke were inseparable until Rayne graduated high school. Rayne then went on to see the world annd came back three years later to reconnect with Zeke and all his old friends.
Why You Should Have this Job: Rayne is a creative person and he always bottles up his emotions, never letting anyone know what he feels. This job is a creative outlet as well as it is a passion of Rayne's. He loves to sketch. Having this job will also help his mental state so his mind doesn't crack under the pressure of hiding his emotions.
RP Sample:
Rayne ran his hand through his hair. His left hand, to be precise. The paint on the nails on his left hand were dry and he was blowing on his nails on his right hand, trying to dry the paint quickly. In a method of calming himself, Rayne had painted his nails. They were sitting in the waiting room with a bunch of other bands who were in the competition but Voice of Sanity was up next. Rayne was a bit nervous. Cimmerian Records was GD's record label but, in a competition like this one, it didn't matter since the judges were supposed to be unbiased.
"Voice of Sanity, you're on in five," said the man by the curtain. Rayne nodded and began blowing on his finger nails harder, waving them rapidly as he did so to get them to dry faster. His heart was pounding in his throat and he could hardly see through the tears of panic that were fogging up his eyes. He wasn't used to this. They were a small-town band. They performed all around Alice City, not in competitions or anything such as that. They were inexperienced and that thought scared Rayne. He was breathing quickly. And then someone touched his shoulder. Rayne jumped and squeaked, looking up and behind him into the concerned eyes of one of his band mates.
"I'm... I'm okay," Rayne whispered, standing on shaky legs. "Let's go rock their worlds."
