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moddedingly ([personal profile] moddedingly) wrote2014-01-09 11:49 pm

[ A P P L I C A T I O N ]

Here, fill this shit out:



We will be judging you.

DO NOT give us tl;dr and pretentious crap.
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[personal profile] disilussionedingly 2014-09-23 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Who the fuck are you?

Kali. nuff said.

Why the hell do you want to play here?

I already do. I've always been here.... DUN DUN DUN

What other roleplays have you been a part of?

this.

What character do you want to throw into this nonsensical garbage?

P.I. Philip Marlowe from the Raymond Chandler novel series of the same name

Have you ever roleplayed them before? If so, post some links. If not, write some stuff about them.

Marlowe is the original grizzled detective. He's been married before, but not for long. He was a police officer once, but not any more. He's developed a heavy addiction to Scotch, Cigarettes and women, all of the cheap variety.

He doesn't pull his punches and he's not afraid to tell it how it is. He's got a soft spot for a dame in need and an even softer spot for a mystery in need of solving (as long as there's some money to be made). He's done some things he regrets in the name of making a little money and he'll do some more things he'll regret before his race is run.

Last but not least, give us your character's standard "holy shit, I woke up in a mysterious world for no apparent reason! What the shit is going on!?" intro post.

[Marlowe is face down in a ditch and not particularly surprised about it. He picks himself up, dusts himself off and takes a look around]

. Must have drunk too much scotch last night. Or judging by my pounding headache, not nearly enough. For once I take chance on a nice girl, dress up fancy, take her to the least sleazy bar I know and look what it gets me. Lost, alone, nursing one hell of a headache. Just goes to show – easy women are bad for your health, but nice girls, they’ll kill you. Speaking of bad for your health...

[He reaches into his top pocket and is relieved to find his cigarettes and lighter still there. They’re a cheap knock-off brand, the type they only sell in the shady Korean stores from the wrong side of the street. They’re really rough on the throat and taste acrid, but they take the edge off his headache. Almost.]

well wherever this is, it aint bay city. And this is far from the first time I’ve woken up in a place I don’t know where. Can’t stay here, that’s for sure. Got phone calls not to answer and rent bills not to pay.

[He sets off in the direction of the sound of people. People means anwers.]