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Myth Mods ([personal profile] mythmakers) wrote2013-11-16 05:53 pm
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❅ Applications

Applications are: CLOSED
Indefinitely.




To apply for a character, fill out the correct application down below and post it a comment on this entry. Please do not link applications in your journal or delete the comments once your application is processed. Let us know if you would like your application screened.

Apps open on the first of every month and remain open for one week, during which time the mods will begin processing. We're optimistic and hope you'll get the result of your app within a day, but some may take longer depending on the familiarity of the mods with the canon, and the number of apps received in that cycle. If four or more days pass with no response then we suggest you contact a mod.

You can reserve and apply for two characters per app cycle. Currently, players are allowed a maximum of three characters in-game at any given time.

Applications will be judged primarily on the personality section of the character in question, and how the player intends to adapt them into their new role. For this part we're mostly interested in what you plan to do with their powers and new destiny, not how the character will react to it. We'll see that in-game!

Since any OC applications must fall in the range of fairy tales that already exist in the world of Myth Making, these will be held to a higher expectation.

Processing will result in applications being accepted or denied, or revisions requested. Don't worry if you're asked for revisions! It means we're interested in your app, but require more information about something. We'll let you know what that is. If you are asked for revisions, you'll be given one week to provide them.

You are allowed to re-use sections of applications you wrote previously, so don't worry about rewriting your entire personality section. Do NOT plagiarise any part of another player's application for your own, as this will result in an instant ban.

Test drive memes will go up on our meme comm, [community profile] mythmemes, the same day reserves open!



OOC
Name: What do you want us to call you?
Contact: Any of these are fine, we just need a way to contact you!
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IC
Name: Your character's name in Western order, please. (Given name, then surname.)
Journal: Your character's journal, so we know what you'll be joining the game with.
Canon: Your character's series. Not listed on OC apps.
Canon Point: The point in canon which you are taking your character from.
Age: Self-explanatory.

Appearance: Not listed on canon apps. For OCs, please give us a short description of your character's appearance.

Personality: The most important part of your application! There's no maximum length requirement, but please provide at least three paragraphs of detail into the inner workings of your character.

History: For canon apps, a link to a wiki page or neutral source is fine if you don't want to write it out. For OCs, please provide 2-3 paragraphs of your personal interpretation of their history.

Canon Abilities or Powers: Give us details, especially if you're applying for an OC! Please keep in mind that for the most part your character will lose any superhuman abilities.

Fairy Tale Role: Which fairy tale, folklore, or fable character will they be assuming the role of?
Fairy Tale Powers or Abilities: How would you interpret that character's abilities? You've got some room for imagination here, but keep it in the realm of possibility!

Personal Items: Your character is allowed to bring up to 5 items with them. They don't need to have the item on their person to bring it along, but try to keep it within reason. Things like pets, summons, and Poké Balls will each count for 1 item. For more information on what is and isn't allowed, you can check our FAQ!

First Person Sample: How would your character make a text post to the network? Give us at least five sentences.
Third Person Sample: Please provide either two paragraphs or a thread of 5 comments. Test drive threads are acceptable, as well as threads from other games!


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Paul Bunyan | Fairy Tale OC | Not Reserved

[personal profile] big_n_tall_paul 2013-12-08 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
OOC
Name: Ken
Contact:
→ Plurk: KennyBgood
Do you play anyone in Myth Making?: N/A

IC
Name: Paul Bunyan
Fable: The Story of Paul Bunyan
Age: 22
Appearance:
At 63 axe handles tall, or roughly 95 feet, Paul is a giant among men and trees. His hands are calloused and rough from always having an axe or a saw in in his hand since he was younger than one. His eyes are soft a soft brown, the hair on his head is a deep black, and his beard is so thick you could be lost for days in it if he left it unchecked. Even when he shaves, within the next five minutes he has a five o'clock shadow that lasts through the day. His wardrobe consists of nothing but red flannel shirts, denim pants, suspenders, and hobnailed boots. Truth be told, Paul would wear nothing else.

Personality:
Born a giant, Paul Bunyan naturally stands out in a crowd. With his boon companion, Babe the blue ox, by his side, you should have no trouble picking him out of a crowd. A giant, among well, giants, Paul Bunyan was not a trailblazer but an earth-carver. The very smallest of his actions are left on the very ground he and Babe travelled. As a three-week old baby, Bunyan caused a 75-foot tidal wave just from rocking in his sleep, he created the Grand Canyon by just letting his axe drag in the dirt. Paul Bunyan is no mere man, he is nigh a force of nature.
Above all, what the man appreciates the most is unapologetic brawn, and the honest hard work it signifies. To apply for his logging company, a man had to be able to eat 20 flapjacks, 3 pounds of grits, five pounds of scrambled eggs, five feet of sausages, 35 slices of bacon, and a gallon and a half of milk. That same man had to pop three buttons off his shirt when he inhales and grow a full bushy beard five minutes after shaving with the dull butter knife. This is the bare minimum of what Paul does every morning himself, though in all honesty his breakfast is 50 flapjacks and 65 slices of bacon, and he prefers his eggs sunny-side up.
That said, Paul’s not just some lunk head with an axe. While, all he’s ever known is his tremendous strength, he has learned to control it because if he doesn’t natural disasters will occur. It’s why he became a logger, so that he could put his gargantuan strength to good use. So, when he finds somebody that his at his level of strength, he feels like he has found another person he can call friend, and perhaps even brother. It also helps that whoever, or whatever becomes part of his camp suddenly grows to become unnaturally strong and large, such as Babe and Babe’s wife, Bessie.
When faced with with a troublesome task or a rather ornery part of nature, Bunyan prefers to solve it with his own muscle, but only after thinking about it carefully. Before he tamed the Whistlin’ River, the most dangerous and mischievous river that any logger ever had to send a log down, Paul sat around for three to four days pondering over what he should do to fix the problem. In another instance, after he and Babe had straightened out a particularly crooked road, Paul Bunyan used the leftover trail to make himself a new road into uncharted forested area.


History:
Carried to town by five storks, a baby boy was dropped off on the doorstep of Mr. and Mrs Bunyan in Bangor, Maine February 12, 1834. The couple, a woodsman and his doting housewife, was elated to find that they had been blessed with a child, though they had no idea what they were in for. Before a week had passed, Paul was already bigger than his father, and he was still growing. After a month the only suitable bed for Paul was bed was a barge the parents sent out to sea every night so the ocean could rock him to sleep. Usually he slept soundly, until one night he a storm splashed a freezing sheet of briny ocean water on baby Bunyan’s face. The resulting fit caused a tidal wave to roll across the shores of Great Britain. Ships were sent to calm the raging giant-ling, but a total of four ships were destroyed by Paul’s flailing.
As a result, Mr. and Mrs. Bunyan came to the conclusion, with a little help from the good people of Bangor, to leave for the west, where there would be more room for their growing baby boy. Finally finding a home in Bemidji, Minnesota, the Bunyan’s created a settlement on the outskirts of town. It was there in that small town in the middle of the woods that Paul got his first inkling to his calling in life. After a long day of work, Mr. Bunyan left his double bit axe resting on a stump. Bunyan, about three years old at this point and the size of a young oak tree, picked up his daddy’s axe and started to play with it. As he swung his father’s axe, tree after tree began to fall down. At the sound of the blows Paul made, people thought thunderstorm was fast approaching their small town. Mrs. Bunyan went to go bring her baby boy from the yard, only to find the Bemidji was now in the middle of a valley near a mountain of chopped trees now stood, the top of which sat little baby Paul, his father’s axe tickling the sun.
Paul grew to be a fine young boy, though he found his gifted growth to exclude him from certain boyhood rights. He never did attend school normally. He tried, oh yes he did, but he was too big to fit in the tiny schoolhouse, and the teacher had a heart attack just about every time he pulled the roof of the building to hand in his homework, so his parents were asked that he not attend anymore. He also never was able to play with the boys. The one time he tried, he sent one of the boys flying into the wild blue yonder. That boy wasn’t seen again until next week, where he landed safely in a big pile of sawdust near the Bunyan household. While nothing was ever said to his face, parent’s and children started whispering behind his back since that day. Paul couldn’t help but hear the way they talked about him, his ears could be confused for caves after all. So one day, at the ripe age of 16, he left, leaving behind a note that could be seen from ten miles away to his parents, with nothing but the clothes on his back and the axe he got for his 14th birthday.
The rest is history. Paul traveled the woods and fell in love with the American north and all of her rolling hills and sights. Deciding to stay where wood was, Paul searched for other burly men to join his logging outfit, and before he knew it, Paul found himself managing his own logging company. The only thing he lacked was a boon companion, and that he found in the Blue Winter. One winter, it wa so cold it turned the whole forest blue with frost. undeterred by the cold, Paul went to do his job, when he heard something huffing and puffing in the snow. When Paul looked closer, he saw bull calf dyed baby blue by the cold trying to muscle it’s way through the thick snow. His heart warmed by the tremendous gumption shown by this little bull, Paul scooped him up the calf and put him in his warm shirt pocket and carried him back to camp. The next day, the calf, still blue, was two times the size he was the day before, by the end of the week, you could lay 21 axe handles across its brow. Paul named the bull Babe, due to the baby blue tint of its fur, and soon he and Babe became the best of friends.

Canon abilities and powers:
Paul is strong, break the rules of science strong. He has made mountains, dug lakes, and accidentally carved the Grand Canyon into the fresh face of western America. Not only that, but those that settle in his camp have a way of growing. That goes for all living things, and works regardless of species or age.

First Person Sample:

[A rough, rolling scrawl appears on the page, a heavy hand the author of the words that are almost engraved onto the page.]

The seasons are changing once again, and you know what that means. That’s right, it’s time for my logging company to uproot itself and find a new place for business for the oncoming winter that is marching over the horizon. With a new location, we are looking for new hands to come along and join us here in the forest. We could always use an extra cook or two around the camp to help feed all the hungry mouths around camp. If you think yourself strong, and aren’t afraid of things that go bump in the night, pick up an axe and join us as we fell trees by the dozen out here. Comes with room and board, and you are payed a piece of silver for every 150 lbs of lumber, you will be payed 25 silver.
Job interviews are being held at the The Frog Prince by me and my head cook, Sourdough Sam.

See you there,
Paul Bunyan

Third Person Sample:

One morning as Paul and Babe were walking through Märchenstraße’s shopping district, bringing fresh cut wood to the carpenters in town. Careful as to not step on anybody, he also checked the list Sourdough Sam had wrote for him. It was his turn to shop at the market place for his camps provisions. Paul didn’t like going into town to much. It wasn’t the people he minded, he actually liked most of the people he met. What he didn’t like were the buildings. They were all so small, and easy to break, one careless gesture, one misstep, and a tavern’s roof is caved in or there is a crater in the road where his foot has been. Babe, ever the faithful companion since Paul saved him that blue chilly day, followed a step behind Paul. While Paul was always watched where he stepped, Babe placed his hooves wherever he pleased. The way he saw it, he was a giant blue ox, and if you weren’t dumb enough to get out of the way, whatever happened to you was your fault.
As Paul walked, he heard a stone cracking and wood breaking, he turned around, mumbling dejectedly, “Please, please don’t be Babe.”
Babe’s tail had swung, much like a wrecking ball, into the wall of an unsuspecting creature’s bathroom. The owner of the house is scared to the bone dwarf in the middle of washing himself. Paul pinched bridge of his nose, some of these dwarves could be a real hassle when they see him.
“I’m mighty sorry for the shock my ox gave ya, even more so for what his tail has done to your house,” Paul apologized, taking his hat off and kneeling so he was on the same level as the dwarf. Best to just do this now, get it done clean and quick, “Babe, say you’re sorry.”
Babe gave Paul the most confused look, he hadn’t though he had done anything wrong. Paul could tell just by looking that Babe wasn’t going to talk. For the whole time Paul has known Babe, the ox has never spoken a word to Paul. Paul smiled apologetically at the dwarf, whose shock was slowly being boiled away by anger. Before the dwarf could say anything, Paul dropped small bag of silver and blurted, “Hope ya get that wall fixed, have a nice day, bye!”