x.Canon Character Auditions.x

[``Constantine]

Are you wishing to role play as one of our special canons. If so, please apply for them here using the format given below. You mustbe warned, however, that we want only the best for our canons, and may be harsh in the accepting of applicants.

What we want to see in an audition post:

1. Interaction with another character
How does your character get on with others? Do they say witty things, or stammer through the whole sentence? Do they turn the other cheek, give a cold shoulder, or invite everyone to play?
2. What is going on inside your desired canon’s mind (their thought process)
How do they think? What do they think about? How do they get from point A to point B when thinking?
3. Decent post length
I would want to see at lest four paragraphs, but if one can get a decent portrayal of the canon in less than that, I may be a little lenient.
4. Grammar/punctuation/usage/ spelling skills
This means using words correctly, spelling out numbers, and absolutely no usuage of chat speak/abbreviations at all.

[b]Canon Name:[/b]
[b]RP sample AS THE CANON CHARACTER:[/b]

[candrac]

Cannon Name: Catalina Inez Ramiriz
Rp Sample as Canon Character:

Deep, dark, hazel eyes watched the sky. A lean, slim figure sat upon a rock on the top of a hill, watching the moon rise over the horizon as the golden sun sank. An orange film covered the moon as it rose, slowly fading as it did so, and the soft, black hair grew into fur as the slim, femme form took place as a large wolf. The large head lifted to the sky, howling a long, hollow, howl.

"Catalina Inez Ramiriz."
"No Heart Made of Stone."
"Only Sitting here, all alone."
"The world is silent behind me."
"The wind the only sound, as it rustles the leaves."
"Leave me, my darling, don't care if I stay."
"Go play, play with the children at the Bay." Catalina's howl sang, her eyes closing as she finished. Black fur ruffled in the breeze, white paws illuminating against the rays of light. Black colored eye-lids fluttered open, revealing charming, ice-blue eyes. The new wolf dropped to lay on her stomach, her long, black, furry tail laying beside her. The only movement was the slow, content, moving of her chest as she took a breath, and the end of her black tail flicking at the cold. A small, quiet, sigh rang through the quiet, the only noise that she could hear, since the leaves froze, sprouting limp from the twigs.
Caralina's eyes moved to the scenery before her, small, orange lights spilling from house windows, showing her that there were still people up in those ant sized buildings.

[``Constantine]

You have a good start here; however, I am afraid that I cannot accept this. I do not see any sort of interaction with others, nor do I see anything that shows her personality (particularily how she interacts with others).

Other than that - it was great; however, please watch how you spell her name (it wouldn't do for other's to mistake your identity.)

signed,
Breezy

[(*Hope*)]

OCC: I had to try, its not that good, and I just made Hope up-well, the cherry, not the name-he he. I like the story line, though


Canon Name:Franklin Thomas Ronnfeldt
RP sample AS THE CANON CHARACTER:

Franklin looked Hope right in the eyes, hers were a gray silver, while his more green. She only came up to his chest, but the look she gave told him not to push his luck, after all, she was a vampire.
"So, come here a lot?" He asked. She just looked at him. "OK, I can see this is going no where, so why don't you let me by, and I'll be outta you're hair-"
"How stupid do you take me for, Mr?" She said, her bell like voice barley over a whisper, he smiled.
"Well, I really don't think you stupid-Hot maybe, but not stupid, Ma'am!" He said, still smiling. Hope looked taken aback. But smiled.
"How hot?"
"Well, you are a vamp, right?"
"Yeah,"
"There you go. Very!" Hope stepped closer to him, her eyes going back and forth, looking at one, then the other eye. His smile faded as he stepped back. "Whats wrong? Not scared are you?"
"I don't know what your playing at, but it won't work!" He looked over his shoulder, knowing he couldn't out run her, but trying to think. She put a icy hand on his chest, he jumped back, trying not to think now, but to do! She smiled.
"Come on, Franky! Not chicken, are ya?" He froze. 'Chicken! Oh, hell no.' He jumped back down in front of her.
"Show me what ya got, shorty!"

[``Constantine]

I see that you have also started creating an OC (original character); so I'm going to have to decline this - unless you'd prefer to have Frank?