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Applications (What Makes A Story Is Its Characters)
So you have decided to join the Imperial Palace? That is fantastic, but first thing is first. You must apply before entering. Please make sure that you have read all the rules and that you stick with them accordingly and that you understand how my application system works. I hope you have fun and to not fret too much if you have been rejected. There are other comms out there for you but I hope I do not have to deal with any bad applications!


Player Information
Name: First name or nickname
Age: Out of curiosity's sake, it is optional
AIM: If you do not have one, please attain one
Email: This is mandatory
Preferred Pairings: It can be crack but this shows everyone what we are working with. And this is for the character of your choice.

Character Information
Name: If available the character name in full
Age: Naruto was born in 1991, work accordingly to that
Portrayed By: A real life person that will be used in icons and things alike
Title: A family member's title being Emperor, Empress, Crown Prince, Prince, Crown Princess, Princess, Heir, Heiress and other non-aristocratic titles.
Aristocratic Hobbies: Daily hobbies from art and culture to violent sports to princess lessons. At least one hobby should be included.
History: At least two-three paragraphs of the character's background. Please note, that their history and personality is akin to their introduction in the series. Please use correct spelling and grammar.

Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Another two-three paragraph, that shows your roleplaying skills. Please write in third person and past tense.
Journal Entry Sample: A sample entry that you would possibly use in your journal. In this sample, please explain the reason as to why your character has a journal.
Questions: If you are unsure about anything after you application, please ask. Your question would possibly be posted in the FAQ page.



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#1.
[info]quadrates
2007-12-19 04:57 am UTC (link)
I'M STUDYING, I SWEAR D:

Player Information
Name: Sophie ♥
Age: 15.
AIM: ar es vi pi.
Email: hongdianhua@gmail.com.
Preferred Pairings: I whore Sauce around, SRSLY.

Character Information
Name: Uchiha Sasuke.
Age: 16.
Portrayed By: Lee Donghae.
Title: Prince.
Aristocratic Hobbies: Calligraphy, sumi-e, drinking green tea (thisisnotmyfault♥), skipping stones.
History: When Uchiha Itachi was born, Uchiha Sasuke—born a mere five years later—was not worth a grain of salt; he was largely ignored by his emotionally-absent father, dependent on his worn mother, and was made callous and unsympathetic by the unbearably high demands of his family with royal blood. Love was nothing—for love was something he had never heard of, never felt, never wanted. Love was something that happened only in legends—their synthetic pages with reduced to nothing with a wave of Sasuke's hands.

But if there was something that Uchiha Sasuke wanted, then it was acknowledgment. He wanted someone to know that he just wasn't "the second son of Uchiha Fugaku." He wanted someone to know that he was there; still alive, still breathing, still feeling. He wanted to hear his father say, "That Sasuke over there—he is my son." (But not the simpler "He is a prince"—for where was the word that showed ownership? Gone, of course. Gone.) And with the thought of There are no second chances in this household—you only get one chance to dazzle the world at the most tender age of 12, he was accepted (of course) to the private academy his own brother went to—the same as his father, his mother, his aunts, uncles, grandparents; his family tree that seemed to go on for ages—

School was not beautiful; not as beautiful as he had imagined it.

School was nothing like he had imagined it to be.

School was (something he was naturally excellent at) hideous (because it encouraged grinding his emotions through the thick barrier around his heart and mind and soul); school was (dreadful; he hated waking up in the early hours of morning) ugly (because the people who dared to laugh at the slightest of jokes); school was (a thing he strangely abhorred), for a lack of better words, raw (because he started to hate it with such bitterness—the bitterness that was previously directed to his lack of family—his brother, perhaps?). And he was confused because he started to fall into a general kind love, but not with the architecture; not the whole world; just one person—one person he will never understand (never wants to understand), and that—was—that.

(Because no one before has made him understand what bonds were and Sasuke was scared to death that they would fall apart—that was how he dealt; by cutting them off himself.)

And the rest is what they call history: he is not the boy walking down the hallways gracefully as the clumsy sort of grace given to him could handle; he not is the son of Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto; he not is the little brother of Uchiha Itachi because he is Uchiha Sasuke as simply as those syllables played out—

For he stood still and does dare the world to speak.

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[info]quadrates
2007-12-19 04:57 am UTC (link)
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: He realized that the sun would soon set and it would officially end his visit to the river—he told his father that he had not been there so long that he had forgotten. It was family—private property—no one else would be there, of course (half of the world did not even know it existed; he was sure of that)—he assured his father—that solemn, frowning figure with much elegance in the very air he breathed.

(His own father made him feel small, but he was quite used to it already.)

And with a last, lingering look at the bubbling Nakano River (Sasuke had really missed it), he slung his bag over his shoulder (a very inelegant act, but does it really matter much?) and stuck his free hand in his pockets (he must look like some commoner) and began to walk the long road home.
Journal Entry Sample: My schooling has been extremely difficult as late, but I don't believe I will stop pursuing it. A good education, a good family, a good meal, et cetera, et cetera—was that what Father said that really mattered? But I will not be concerned with what my Father says for the night as I am weary as the minutes pass.

... I really do not know why I am still typing into silence (it is unnerving and slightly embarrassing) nor I do not know why I have this space of the web to be typing into but nonetheless, it is getting slightly annoying and I think I will stop. Perhaps now. In fact. Now would be a very good time to end this rather onesided conversation I am having with a computer monitor. Right now, even I fear for my own safety.

The end.
Questions: COULD YOU TELL I WAS TIRED AND DISTRACTED BY HOMEWORK I LOVE YOU, DO YOU LOVE ME? DDDD:

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#Accepted. - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-19 05:31 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]regaining, 2007-12-20 03:04 am UTC
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[info]loonymoony7
2007-12-19 06:31 am UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Andy
Age: Seventeen
AIM: LoonyMoony7
Email:LoonyMoony7@verizon.net
Preferred Pairings: ShikaTema TemaShika ShikaAndYourMomz. No really. I love the last one.

Character Information
Name: Sabaku Temari
Age: Nineteen
Portrayed By: Ay, if I don’t find anyone else, then I’ll stick to the perfect Kristen Bell
Title: Princess Iron Fan.
Aristocratic Hobbies: she’s a concubine, dammit. Horseback riding, sparring with her brothers, fencing, dancing, singing, taking private lessons from renowned tutors to further advance her royally educated mind.
History: Being royal was not just a title, but a part. And that part, as Temari learned from an early age, was not an easy one to play. She grew up without a father (the man who called himself that simply used the title for his own political advancement) and her mother disappeared when she was the age of three only to be replaced by a large, scary looking man whom she came to regard as the only real “guardian” in her life. However, a dead mother and a father-who-was-anything-but-what-the-term-suggested didn’t mean she was allowed to show any type of sadness. No; as a proper, upstanding young woman in a high-class family (royalty, to boot), she was not allowed to cry. She was not allowed to feel sorry for herself. She was only to stand tall, stay still, and not utter a word or allow an emotion to flicker across her face.

And so, as days slowly progressed into years, Temari learned how to hide most of the sadness she felt—it wasn’t like her family was normal and she could depend on them—and replace it with anger, sheer sarcasm, and bitter cynicism that would make even Oscar Wilde cringe with delight. Her private tutors hated having to deal with her, as they could only take so many biting remarks and clicks of a tongue and a sneer of a grin that was anything but kind. Even her guardian could only take so much, and eventually suggested she venture out into the real world and be allowed to socialize with other kids her age. And while her father was reluctant (after all, she was supposed to be perfect, and perfection could not be flawed by foreign ideas), she was allowed to attend a prestigious school in England, before getting kicked out and being enrolled in a private school closer to home in Tokyo, where all the “regular,” noble, well-to-do kids went.

Although Temari wasn’t a model student, behavior wise (she couldn’t get used to the snobby, rich-kid outlook all the other students had—she honestly had enough with herself), she was an excellent student academically and gained many recognitions as top of her class. Not that it really mattered to her. Being best in her class when compared to kids that didn’t care whether or not they managed to score something close to passing because their parents could buy their way through university was anything but satisfying. Fortunately enough, even if she hadn’t been born with a title that guaranteed her anything she ever wanted, she was offered a seat at the University of Tokyo, where she currently majors in political science while juggling foreign delegate responsibilities as well as a demanding ferret that seeks far too much attention for his own good.

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[info]loonymoony7
2007-12-19 06:34 am UTC (link)
Roleplaying information
Roleplaying Sample: This had to be a nightmare. Temari had only sneaked out of that godforsaken mansion because she had been looking for some way to escape the four story prison she called her home. And there she was, at the library (the campus was too far away and she wasn’t in the mood to travel in a limo, and while she didn’t mind the subway, she had forgotten to get some loose cash from her room), trying to read while a group of love-stricken teenaged girls stood behind her, trading whispers and gasps as they observed the small group of males that had chosen to sit directly in front of her. Just her luck, really. She’d left a quiet setting that served the purpose of stifling her until she contemplated radical actions in the form of violent outbursts only to stumble into a place that was meant to be quiet but was anything but. And if one of those girls giggled one more time, so help her—

Giggle.

The nerve at her temple throbbed painfully as she slammed her hardcover copy of whatever she was reading—an old copy of a book that described the Japanese legislature—and pushed her chair back, the legs scraping against the polished floor, the horrible screech filling the air and alerting everyone in the library that there was one pissed off girl ready to throw down and kill someone.

Temari hated girls like that. They were the same everywhere; from England to the States to the tiny islands that made up the Bahamas. And Temari, although raised from infancy to be poised and proper and quiet and respectful and hating the rigidness of such a stale life, couldn’t help but think that these girls needed to learn some damn respect, even though deep down, she felt something akin to envy bubbling. How many times had she wished to be one of those girls? Not tied down to traditions and public opinion, unbothered by what they said or how they looked to others, carefree and living their life as best they could and in their control. Sure, she acted like she didn’t care what anyone had to say about her, but what she would really give up to be like them, able to do anything and everything, not having to worry about her father’s reaction the next morning at the sight of her drunken face on the newspaper’s front cover. And it wasn’t like she cared about her father’s reaction, but the fact that it mattered so much to everyone else in the outside world.

She contemplated glaring (more) at them, threatening them in the way only she could with sharp tone and narrowed eyes, but decided not to. Under any other circumstances, she probably would have wrapped her hands around their necks before deciding to ask questions, but not then. She had work to catch up on, things to study, the chance to get away from her life and delve into theirs.

She’d always been extremely dedicated. Even more so than being angry.
Journal Entry Sample: I hate libraries. I hate girls. I hate boys. I hate my cactus plant, which has decided to cease growing and irritate me to no end by just sitting there all green and useless and ungrowing--and yes, I am well aware of the fact that the word "ungrowing" does not exist in the Japanese language.

But I do love university, even if it’s my second year. I’d love it even more if I was allowed to live on campus, but I’ll live for now.

Campus dorms don’t allow ferrets as pets, anyway.
Questions: HAPPY NAOW?

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Accepted - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-19 06:38 am UTC
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[info]ahoushi
2007-12-20 04:19 am UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Tessen
Age: 19
AIM: TessenInTheSand
Email: TessenInTheSand@gmail.com
Preferred Pairings: I go with the flow. ♥

Character Information
Name: Nara Shikamaru
Age: 16
Portrayed By: Hyde
Title: princess
Aristocratic Hobbies: kyudo, cloud watching/star gazing, reading, doing what his mother tells him to, playing guitar/singing along
History: The Nara family itself has a long history in Japan, dating back hundreds and hundreds of years. Descended from a long line deer herders-cum-medicinal specialists, as a young boy, he was expected to know the majority, if not all, of his family's history, as well as everything there is to know about the city's resident deer population. After all, some day it will be his turn to pass on the same knowledge to his own son, although how much bearing it has on modern medicine is another question, which he often asked himself growing up. Residing in the city of Nara, over which his family has a large holding, his father imparted on him all of the family's knowledge, while a good school in the city provided him with his general education, and private after school tutoring taught him all the things he would need to know to function in upper society if it ever came to it. He hated every moment of it, and really only took an interest in the kyudo and guitar lessons, both of which thrilled his mother-- an interest in a Japanese tradition, and an interest in music, even if she had wanted him to play piano. Music at all was good enough, though, as it showed that her lazy son was taking some sort of initiative. He never mentioned it, and still hasn't, but the only reason he took it up was as an excuse to keep her and her nagging away. If he was practicing, she wouldn't bother him, and he found that the chords came naturally to him.

In reality, a lot of things came naturally to Shikamaru, at least when he took an interest in them. A particularly keen teacher took note of this at some point before he entered high school, and managed to slip him a cleverly-disguised IQ test, which yielded what very few might have guessed: Shikamaru was a verifiable genius. The problem, he would later admit, was that he was just too lazy to do his homework, and lifting the pencil to take the tests in class was too much of a bother. By all means, he could have been well into high school, but his lack of effort kept him back. There was no real reason for this laziness. His parents had done everything they could to foster an active, young son (or his mother had, at the very least) but it seemed as if Shikamaru was doomed to keep himself back due to his own lack of interest in just about anything other than his most favorite hobbies. It wasn't even that he thought he was going to get an easy ride off his parents' money; in fact, he was well prepared for the money to run out at just about any time. He just plain didn't care.

Beside themselves, they had to come up with a plan. And the only thing that could motivate him to do anything was the fear of even harder work. So they leveled with him. He would either attend--without a fuss--a prestigious school in Tokyo, or he would be made to become an apprentice at the Kasuga Shrine. Whether or not that was even possible, Shikamaru didn't know. But with his mother, she would probably find a way to make it possible if it wasn't already, and he knew that taking care of a shrine would be a whole lot more work than pulling good grades. He'd much rather lift a pencil than lift a broom. When the next school year came around, his bags were packed and his family was on a plane to Tokyo, where his parents left him with cheery goodbyes, as he dreaded the school year ahead of him.

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[info]ahoushi
2007-12-20 04:19 am UTC (link)
The private academy was anything but his "kind" of place. As far as he was concerned, the majority of other students there were not only stuck up and snobbish, but were simply along for the ride. Sure, some of the scholarship students were smart, and there were a few members of the nobility who actually cared to learn anything, but those were not the ones he saw the most. Lucky for him, most people were not interested in hanging around him. He was brutally honest and sarcastic at times, in that lazily perceptive way that he had always had. He wasn't particularly mean spirited, so much as he could easily pick any of their statements or arguments apart and reveal the faulty logic. He faced the same dilemma most people of his intelligence faced, but the difference was that he didn't particularly care. He managed to make a few friends here and there, but otherwise stayed to himself, breezed through his schoolwork--when it suited him--and tried to stay out the way of anyone too big and tough.

Despite what he might say, he loves his mother, his father, and his former home, and misses them sorely. (More than once, he's wondered if he could find a way to smuggle one of those deer into his apartment, but has not yet come up with any flawless plans for doing so.) He has a sort of secret pride that he keeps to himself. He is fiercely loyal to his clan and home, as well as his friends, perhaps to a fault, although all these things can be somewhat hard to see through his completely aloof attitude. However, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot get himself interested in the upper echelon of society. He cares little for titles and lineage besides his own.

Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample:

"Nara?"

Shikamaru stirred slightly, but chose to keep his head down on his desk, making note of a small patch of drool now present on his uniform's sleeve. And he had been having such a nice dream, in which all the troublesome women of the world had seeming disappeared, and he was left completely alone to watch the clouds all day long until he fell asleep, only to repeat the same thing the next day. And what a wonderful dream it had been, that somewhere in the middle of it he had realized that it really was a dream--after all, he didn't have enough luck for anything like that to happen. But he had gone on to enjoy the dream as long as he could, until...

"Nara?"

Maybe if he stayed still, the teacher would give up and let him sleep. Unlikely with this teacher. This one had a particular vendetta over people sleeping in his classes. But this was a special occasion, he figured. He'd been up late that night playing some game he'd been sent. Definitely a good excuse to catch some extra shut eye in class.

"Nara?"

The voice was getting louder, and coming a lot closer. Great, he was going to get whacked over the head with a rolled up workbook again. He wondered if he had any brain damage from how many times that had already happened. But hey, he already read the textbook, why did he have to listen to the lectures? He already understood everything the teacher had to say. He should have just been able to take the stupid test and get it over with, so he could resume his relaxing. He thought about skipping class sometimes, to nap out on the lawn, but then he thought of his mother's threats and decided that coming to class was a lot better to bear than to have to-- and he nearly shuddered at the thought-- clean.

"Nara..."

The voice was right there. Well now he didn't have any choice. He had already been busted, so he might as well try to soften the blow. Maybe if he looked awake, he wouldn't get smacked. Lifting his heavy head, he cracked open one eye, then the other, gazing up at the stern-looking teacher through half lidded eyes, pretty sure that there was still a little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. To his surprise, the teacher wasn't holding anything poised above his head, but he didn't bother to look around otherwise.

"What?" he asked sleepily. Oh, he knew what, of course. He'd fallen asleep last class, and the class before that. He couldn't help it if Trigonometry bored him completely out of his mind.

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Accepted/3 - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-20 04:48 am UTC
Re: Accepted/3 - [info]that_nara_kid, 2007-12-20 06:25 am UTC
Re: Accepted/3 - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:10 pm UTC
Its Angel using some random account 'cause she felt like it
[info]supreme_genius
2007-12-20 09:17 pm UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Angel, loves
Age: 15
AIM: MidnightLullabii
Email: Skyprincess92@gmail.com
Preferred Pairings: Whatever happens, I suppose

Character Information
Name: Hyuuga Hinata
Age: 16
Portrayed By: Aoi Miyazaki
Title: Princess
Aristocratic Hobbies: Horseback riding, gardening, playing her flute, tea ceremonies, studying, reading
History: The world to which Hyuuga Hinata was born into was not an easy one to survive in for a young girl such as Hinata. She was born into a highly prestigious family, one that held the respect of many people and controlled a vast amount of land. Her family's hold over the people in the land they owned was powerful and strong, and her father was the epitome of these qualities.

Hyuuga Hiashi was not a cruel man, but a strict one. He demanded order and control wherever he went and whatever he said was not to be ignored. His legacy was a hard one to follow, and his expectations for his first born high. He expected his child to be a leader unlike any other, to control the land with an iron fist and bring their people to prosperity. And when Hyuuga Hinata was born he thought he just might have a chance of having his dream realized. Sadly, his hopes and dreams were crushed from the moment the little Hyuuga said her first words.

It was easy to see that young Hyuuga Hinata would never be the strong and commanding leader her father had dreamt she would be. She was weak from a young age, that much was obvious. From the moment she learned how to form comprehensible sentences it was easy to see that Hinata was a soft-hearted girl. Everything she said was so sweet and polite, never demanding the attention of those around her. Her voice was soft and weak and would never be able to capture the respect of the people in the land her family controlled. Hyuuga Hiashi realized his daughter was a failure.

Hiashi, though, wasn't the only one to notice such a thing. Hinata was quiet and sweet, but she was also observant. When she was a little girl she knew that her father was disappointed in his daughter. She could see it in his eyes everytime he looked at her. She was his biggest let down in life, and it pained her to know this. Her whole life became a task to please her father from then on, to become stronger for him.

Despite Hiashi's belief that his daughter would never be a great leader he still enrolled her in the private school her family had attended for generations, hoping to at least keep his child educated. Hinata studied hard at school, and worked harder than most the students in her class. She wasn't the smartest child in the school, but she worked her hardest to make sure she wasn't the worst child at the school either.

Her school work wasn't the only thing Hinata struggled with, though. The little Hyuuga was a shy girl, and her social life suffered because of this. She spent so much time focusing on school work and trying to remain under the radar, out of the eyes of others, that she had never had the chance to form many good friendships. She was never popular, but Hinata was fine with that. She knew that she wasn't destined to be great, she was destined to just be herself.

Hinata has worked hard all her life to appease her father, to become the child he dreamt of having, but its not so easy for a girl who was never meant to be more than normal. She wants so badly to be strong and courageous, but she's slowly coming to realize that she is who she is, and she can't change that no matter how hard she tries.

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Re: Its Angel using some random account 'cause she felt like it
[info]supreme_genius
2007-12-20 09:18 pm UTC (link)

Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Hinata's breath came out raggedly and swiftly as she fought to control the tears that formed at her eyes. Her fingers tightened around the thin paper between them, crumpling the edges. She took deep breaths, trying to relax herself as she stared at the paper that reported her grades, the paper she would have to take home to her father.

Her grades were average, wavering along the line that would decide whether she passed each class or failed one. Hinata had yet to fail a class, but she had come close so many times before. So many times she had dealt with her father's fury at the grades that were never perfect enough for him. She struggled, she studied for hours on end, trying to perfect her grades and make her father proud of her. But staring at the grades now, looking at the long line that told how she was faring in school, she realized her efforts had almost been in vain.

To Hinata, the grades were fine. They were as best she could do, and she was fine with that. She knew she would never make perfect marks like her father wanted her to, but she wasn't failing. She was average, something Hinata had come to terms with years ago. It was her father that brought the tears to her eyes now, though.

Hinata would have no choice but to take the small piece of paper home and present it to him personally. She would have to stand before him in silence as his eyes scanned the paper swiftly. And then she would have to deal with his anger. One class she was close to failing, a math class. She tried, she really did, but she could not understand the material. She would stay awake far into the late hours of the night trying to get a grasp on the numbers and equations she was supposed to know, but she just couldn't understand them well enough.

Tonight was going to be a long night. There would be quite a bit of yelling, and she would unquestionably end up in her room in tears at how she had failed her father once again. No matter how hard she tried she just wasn't good enough and she never would be. She just wished her father would accept her for what she was, and she prayed he would one day be okay with his first born, that she would one day be enough for him.

For now, though, she was still going to be in a great amount of trouble.
Journal Entry Sample:
Father is mad at me. Its not that unusual, but it still upsets me every time. I wish...

I'm think I'm going to spend the night in my room again. Let him calm down before I come out. I am grateful that I have a book case in here, otherwise I would not have much to do. I'll probably study first, though. I'm struggling in math, and my teacher has really tried to be patient with me, but if I keep on the way I have I might fail the class. That would upset father even more so.

I've been thinking a lot about some things lately, though. Father does not find me a suitable heir to the throne. I know this, and I am fine with this. I wonder, though, what does he plan to do? I don't want the throne... I'm sorry but I just don't want that sort of responsibility. I know I can't handle it, and father knows as well. But I wonder what he wants to do about it? There's always Hanabi I suppose, but still.

I just wish I were good enough for him.
Questions: I fail horribly, you can say it. You can make me rewrite it if you hate it, I'll understand.

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I Could Tell Who It Was, Accepted - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-20 11:34 pm UTC
Re: I Could Tell Who It Was, Accepted - [info]timid_light, 2007-12-21 01:14 am UTC
Re: I Could Tell Who It Was, Accepted - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:11 pm UTC
Re: I Could Tell Who It Was, Accepted - [info]timid_light, 2007-12-28 06:07 pm UTC
Re: I Could Tell Who It Was, Accepted - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 11:43 pm UTC
Re: I Could Tell Who It Was, Accepted - [info]timid_light, 2007-12-28 11:50 pm UTC

[info]zehrandomchick
2007-12-21 12:39 pm UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Taryn
Age: 16
AIM: KinkieKitsune
Email: Crazy_Cat_girl15@hotmail.com
Preferred Pairings: Sasu/Naru,Gaara/Naru, Naru/Hinata,Itachi/Naru,Itachi/Sasu,Temari/Shika.

Character Information
Name: Nii Yugito
Age: 20
Portrayed By: Cari Damm
Title: Common
Aristocratic Hobbies: Looking after animals, expecially cats, and reading.
History: Yugito Nii was born, never knowing her parents. But, they were highly thought of in the area where she lived as was she. She was adopted by a kind couple who owned a pet shop that sold not only average pets and animals, but also some exotic ones. In their care, she learned how to care for animals and became especially fond of cats.

As she grew older Yugito formed a rather strong bond with a cat that had been born with an extra tail. Seeing as the feline was unwanted for its deformity, she cared for it and they became fast friends. Unfortunately though, as all living things do. Her adopted parents died, leaving her the pet shop and animals in it. After their death, Yugito began to learn how to take care of all the animals. It was not easy though. Many nights she could be found curled up in a chair in her home above the pet shop, reading about the care of exotic and rare animals. Eventually, once she learned all she needed to know, the made a decent living by selling normal pets, and the more exotic ones to the people who could afford them. And, through it all her childhood companion, the two tailed cat, has stayed by her side.


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[info]zehrandomchick
2007-12-21 12:58 pm UTC (link)
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: There was something rubbing her cheek, rough like sand paper, yet slightly damp like a wet rag. With a soft groan Yugito rolls over, trying to ignore the persistent licking. When a cold nose gets pressed to the back of her neck however, she can’t help but jump a little, just enough to be woken up. She sits up, looking down at her grinning friend, a cat born with the deformity of two tails. Her hands move up to her face, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before she reaches down to scratch the furry alarm clock under the chin, making him purr. A soft smile graces the blonde’s face as she gets up, moving toward the bathroom.
She pulls her hair up into a loose pony tail, wrapping it up in a white ribbon so there would be less chance of it getting caught on something. She smiles, pushing a few strands of blond hair from her face, smiling when her cat jumps onto the counter, begging for attention. He is pushed away though, with a gentle hand, as Yugito begins to change her clothes, from a white t-shirt, to a black tank top. As she starts to pull on her pants, a pair of faded black jeans, her cat leaps onto her shoulder, rubbing his head against hers.
“Silly cat.”
She laughs softly, scratching her cat behind the ears, taking a few moments to brush her teeth, and do other necessary things, before walking out of her room. Yugito smiles and walks out into her open apartment, moving into the kitchen that is only separated from the living room by a bar. She opens one of the cabinets, taking out two cans of tuna, one for herself, and one for her cat. The cat mewls, jumping onto her the bar, and sitting in front of his bowl, waiting to be served. The regal air of the feline makes his owner laugh as she opens his can of tuna, dumping it into the bowl. She smiles, watching her cat, eating her own tuna out of the can.
“Come one CC. Let’s go wake every one up.”
Yugito says, throwing away her empty tuna can, and then jogging down the flight of stairs that leads to her pet shop, the cat following at her heals. When they reach the bottom of the stairs, she flicks a switch, lights flickering on one by one. Her cat jumps onto her shoulders again, using the back of her shirt to pull itself up. She turns her head, reaching up to stroke the cat’s ears, moving over to one of the aquariums in her shop, this particular one, holding what looks like hundreds of white mice. Yugito pulls back the lid of the aquarium, using one of the boxes beside it to scoop up some of the mice. Her cat leans in, nicking one of the mice, then leaping away, curling up in some obscure corner.
The woman shakes her head with a smile and closes the aquarium, moving over to the reptile section of her store, tossing the mice into snake cages for their biweekly feeding. When she is done there she takes the rest of the mice to the larger spiders and lizards, tossing them into the cages. Next, were the mammals. Yugito reaches up, scratching her neck a little as he moves over to the stores of cat and dog food. With a bag under each arm she moves over to the open cages where she keeps the puppies and kittens, pouring the food into the group dish, some of the early risers coming to get their share of the food. She checks their water, filling up the bowls before she leaves, putting up the bags of food, grabbing a bag of rat and hamster food to replace the cat and dog food under her arms.
After feeding all the rodents and fish in her pet shop, she moves into the back room, the place were the more exotic animals were kept. Yugito glides over to a refrigerator, pulling out a tray of raw meat, grunting quietly as she holds the tray on her hip. She starts walking down the rows of open cages, meaning that he animals were free to move, simply fenced off from other species, and starts dropping in pieces of meat. A smile shows on her face as she watches the small animals tear at the meat, little wolves and tigers growling and squeaking as the pull at the meat. Next she feeds the cheetahs, lions, foxes, coyotes, and large snakes. The blonde blows a strand of hair out of her face, moving back around to top off their water before she goes to feed the fish.

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(no subject) - [info]zehrandomchick, 2007-12-21 01:01 pm UTC
Accepted - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-21 01:15 pm UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]loverlyday, 2007-12-22 04:58 am UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:13 pm UTC

[info]ichizu
2007-12-22 12:49 am UTC (link)
Play Information
Name: Angie
Age: seventeen
Email: angelicayvette@gmail.com
Preferred Pairings: I'm pretty open-minded about'em. :D

Character Information
Name: Tayuya
Age: 16
Portrayed By: Aya Kamiki
Title: commoner
Aristocratic Hobbies: playing her flute, making voodoo dolls, soccer, fencing, part-time job at a movie theater
History: Tayuya’s mother passed on while giving birth to her, resulting in her being left in the care of her batty maternal grandmother. The elderly woman never allowed her granddaughter outside on her own, warning her that she would be kidnapped, raped, killed or all three by a strange man or his accomplice. She would tell Tayuya to be untrusting of those above them and to be spiteful towards them, that they were evil slave-drivers (the working class/commoners being the slaves) and could care less for their existence. She taught her to treat only those she could benefit from with respect, and treat all others like, in her own words, “the pieces of shit they are”. Other than hating the world, her grandmother also taught her some useful and necessary things, such as basic reading and writing skills, mathematics, and how to be a skilled flutist.

Always being under her grandmother’s watch made her quite antsy, and so Tayuya would regularly sneak out of the house for some freedom and fun. Her idea of fun though was not the same kind of fun most other kids her age divulged in. She picked random fights and got into all sorts of trouble with people, just for the adrenaline rush. When she wasn’t spending her time having “fun”, she would pickpocket and shoplift anywhere and everywhere for some change and food (the crap her grandmother prepared made her barf; she would never get used to that garbage no matter how long she had to shove it down her throat).

One day, at the age of fourteen, all she ever knew vanished once her grandmother died of natural causes. With no one else in the family to take custody of her, Tayuya absolutely refused to be taken in by some orphanage (causing possibly the hugest, most destructive fit a girl of her stature could muster) and managed to make a deal with social services for her to keep the little, broken down home she once shared with her deceased parent. As long as she attended school, obtained a job to pay for bills and for other essentials, and was available for weekly visits from her social worker, Yoko, she was allowed to live on her own.

Keeping the fact that she’s being watched by the government in mind, Tayuya tries to keep her cool in public so as not to be forced into a foster home (this is what she believes will happen if she doesn’t behave, though no sane family would want to take a violent little demon like her in even if they were paid). She does slip on occasion and slip something she can’t afford into her pocket or beat the mess out of anyone who pushes her far enough and just assumes that she didn’t make a big enough ruckus to be taken from her solitary living.

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[info]ichizu
2007-12-22 12:50 am UTC (link)
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Tayuya gave an exasperated sigh as she glowered at the “Yoko” woman with the bob-haircut. The only reason this social services worker wasn’t on the ground, bruised and bleeding at that moment, was the whore most literally held Tayuya’s life in her hands. The foul-mouthed teen watched as Yoko somewhat nervously looked from the documentation on her dangerous client’s birth, health, ownership of the deed to the crummy house, to the her glowering, brown eyes. She was skimming through the documentation one more time before conversing, not because it would help her with topics of conversation but because it would help her calm her nerves and get used to the constant scowl Tayuya had on her face.

“Tayuya-kun,” she began, tapping the papers onto the coffee table before her to straighten them out, then placed them on the surface of the furniture. “Living by yourself, huh? Must be excit--!” “Cut the fucking small talk,” Tayuya cut the woman off, her voice in the same angry tone as always. It was annoying, being watched like she was still an infant, and by the damned government no less. She could take care of herself. She made that quite clear, she thought, in the way she kept her residence nice and neat, kept her ridiculous job at the theater, and even kept her urges to throttle her peers at bay. She had behaved for a good long time, she had matured from the girl who picked a fight with anything that moved to the girl that fought when someone else picked the fight with her. She didn’t need to be babysat as if she were born yesterday.

Yoko smiled, nervous still, and nodded. “Okay…” Her voice was low, shaky, scared. And Tayuya didn’t blame her. She could snap at any second and attack the woman. But she wouldn’t. And she didn’t need to know that. Having some degree of control over the raven-haired retard made her smile, though it looked more like a devilish grin, and it made her feel slightly better about having to be visited by the woman every week. But only slightly.

“You can leave, you know,” Tayuya sat up from her seat across from her guest. “As you can fucking see, the place is near spotless, I’m going to fucking school, I’m abiding by the fucking terms of the agreement.” Before receiving Yoko’s response, she walked the short distance to the door and opened it. “Now get the fuck out.”

Yoko rolled her eyes, absolutely exhausted with having to deal with the brat, before turning to her horrible host with weary eyes. “Tayuya-kun,” she began, “You have been ignoring my calls and I demand to know why.” The redhead raised an eyebrow at Yoko’s uncommon act of bravery, then shrugged. “I don’t feel like fucking talking to you every damn day.”

With a sigh, Yoko scribbled something on a sheet of notepad paper before gathering her things to leave. She didn’t want to be in Tayuya’s presence anymore than Tayuya wanted to be in her presence, and so she would just take her leave. Her report to her superiors would remain the same.

Though she is still the foul-mouthed firecracker we all know, Tayuya-kun is just as fine as she was last week. She’s attending classes, she still has her job, she’s got good hygiene. Her hosting skills still need more work. A lot more work. And perhaps we should have her engage in some sort of competitive activity - like a sports team or something - to release that unnecessary resentment and bitterness of hers and maybe, just maybe, she’ll stop being a hateful little demon bitch.

The last part had always gotten her into a little trouble, but everyone had a good laugh about it and everyone agreed those were the most appropriate words to describe their least favorite client.

“Just go here, sign up for a journal. Let me know your username and keep it public for me to keep an eye on you without actually having to… keep an eye on you. Okay?” Tayuya snatched the paper being handed to her and glared at it, then stuffed it into her pocket uncerimoniously. “As long as you stop fucking calling here. Whatever.”

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(no subject) - [info]ichizu, 2007-12-22 12:50 am UTC
Accepted - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-22 01:01 am UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]angrynotes, 2007-12-22 02:35 am UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:15 pm UTC
1/3
[info]shibari
2007-12-22 04:03 am UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Snook
Age: Nineteen
AIM: Sososnook
Email: Sososnook@gmail.com
Preferred Pairings: Anything not extra crack?

Character Information
Name: Yamanaka Ino
Age: Sixteen
Portrayed By: Koda Kumi
Title: Prince but really a Princess
Aristocratic Hobbies: Shopping, flower arrangement, basically anything girly, picking on Shikamaru, Chouji, Sakura.
History:

Born and raised in Tokyo Japan, Ino was your average girl. Growing up, she had it --simply put-- perfect. And although it seemed all she would ever do was ask for more, more, more, she realized this at a young age. Because, before she could even walk, before she could even speak, she was asking for things, in only a glance, a point here or there, and she received them upon doing so and without question or even a hint of denial from either parent. Of course, though, getting everything she wanted made her grow up to become a very spoiled girl; luckily though, despite how she was not really an intelligent girl, Ino has never once, and does not intend to, ask for anything bad for her.

And she was, quite literally, daddy's little Princess.

Despite such a perfect upbringing, she has found things to complain about (although not nearly to the extent Shikamaru would. God, how that boy could carry on...) and would, if she simply felt that way. Among her complaints, she would often tease her friends; Chouji for his excessive eating habits. How he could and often did, in a matter of seconds, clean as many plates as were set in front of him would out even taking a break for air. how he would so rudely take it upon himself to take her meal for his own (whenever she did finally decide to eat); and, secretly, she worried about his health. And then there was Shikamaru, with his... everything. The way he walked, how he could and literally would sleep all day, his boring hobbies that just weren't to his liking, and the way he badmouthed her Sasuke-Kun. And last, but not least, Haruno Sakura: The girl Ino had come to realize as her rival, and sometimes an unspoken enemy over the two girls favoring said Sasuke-Kun. Really, it was Sakura's fault in her mind, as she found out through passing girl gossip and decided to confront her ex-best friend about it one day, and without even waiting to see if it was completely true or not. And of course it was, much to no one's surprise, as only every girl ever liked Uchiha Sasuke. But over the years, Ino had found herself growing out of like with him, yet she still won't admit it, and has a hard time even doing so to herself.

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Re: 2/3
[info]shibari
2007-12-22 04:04 am UTC (link)
And despite all her femininity, the way she likes to dress up and look just perfect, Ino actually has quite the tomboy side, which is hard to see if you don't know her like her closest friends do; Chouji and Shikamaru, as much as she liked to tease them and pick on them for whatever, are actually two of the things she enjoys most in her life, and she allows herself to be so much more than just a Princess when she's around them; in fact, she is known to just kick back and be one of the guys in such a case. Maybe this way of allowing herself to relax, actually get in the dirt and play around them was just something she had slowly grown into, being childhood friends with the two and all, practically growing up the girl next door.

Of course, if they mention it, she is also prone to dragging them somewhere private and roughing them up for it-- mostly Shikamaru-- and denying it when confronted.

Growing up a Yamanaka, a family known for their business with flowers and anything of the nature, Ino did her fair share of helping out (really though, it was the only thing close to a chore she had ever lowered herself enough to do!) and eventually, around the age of twelve or so, her father allowed her as a part time employee at the well-known Yamanaka flower shop. And as high maintenance as Ino may have been, she actually adored the job, and still works there to this day.

Ino's high school life was a regular one for her "type" of girl; grade-wise, she didn't do the best of job, and was known to pawn her homework off on Shikamaru (He was a genius, after all, he could deal with it). She was, as one might put it, in the in crowd; one of the popular girls. But as much as she liked feeling like she was the queen of the world, getting all that attention she totally deserved, she was also known to put off hanging out with the other "cool" kids to spend her time with her real friends-- the losers. But of course, she lied and said she was doing something way more amazing.

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Re: 3/3 - [info]shibari, 2007-12-22 04:07 am UTC
Accepted/3 - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-22 04:18 am UTC
Re: Accepted/3 - [info]that_ino_girl, 2007-12-22 04:25 am UTC
Re: Accepted/3 - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:17 pm UTC
8D Tenten, Round One.
[info]judo_creature
2007-12-22 03:03 pm UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Judo
Age: S-s-s-sixteeeen, bitches.
AIM: JudoCreature [I love originality. 8D]
Email: sunset_skye@hotmail.com
Preferred Pairings: NejiTen, OTP. But there is such thing as alcohol, and Tenten’s pretty friendly. ;3 [Crack: DeiTen, KankTen, TemaTen. >>; Don’t you just loooove crack?]

Character Information
Name: Tenten [D: She doesn’t have a last name. *cuts*]

Age: U-uh… seventeen, it seems.

Portrayed By: … I’ll get back to you on that. Hebe Tian, in case I am unable to find someone else.

Title: D: Itty bitty slave. They call her ‘girl’ sometimes… Does that count? 8D

Aristocratic Hobbies: Though she isn’t exactly an aristocrat, when she’s not busy with school or her duties, Tenten enjoys reading and practicing martial arts. She also has a strange predisposition to sharp things.

History: Not much is known about Tenten’s history. Her mother came from China when Tenten was just an infant and was hired as a maidservant in the Hyuuga household. Shortly after, she is said to have died, presumably from illness—Tenten was never told exactly. Rather than sending the six-year-old away, the Hyuuga put her under the care of an older servant and allowed her to remain living in the compound in exchange for her services.

She grew up with few friends, only a small handful of the other servant’s children and precious few of the Hyuuga younglings who weren’t too stuck-up to associate with “the servant girl.” Though her life as a servant wasn’t exactly enjoyable, Tenten accepted it as life and never really complained more than she needed to—besides, anything was better than what the Branch Hyuuga had to endure. She secretly told herself that she would rather be a servant than one of them.

Due to being orphaned and having no means of education or the like, the Hyuuga elders had nonchalantly sent her to the school their own children attended, claiming that, with her parents gone, it was their “responsibility” to see her properly educated. She found it very touching. [No, really.] It was a good education—better than she’d have gotten had her mother still been alive, but it was hard work, and it wasn’t exactly “fun” dealing with the rich snobs. An immigrant servant with no heritage? Disgraceful!

But it was usually the girls who saw her as “oh so lowly,” which was fine with her—Tenten had never been a girly girl anyways; boys suited her just fine. They weren’t as bitchy either. Score for her? She thought so.

So she endures, trying to survive as an ordinary girl in an extraordinary environment. Could things possibly get any more complicated? Tenten doesn’t doubt it.

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8D Tenten, Round Two.
[info]judo_creature
2007-12-22 03:06 pm UTC (link)
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Riiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiing!

Gods, why?

Riiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiing!

Resisting the urge to chuck a pillow [or worse] at the infernal mechanism, Tenten groggily sat up. She glared at the clock; 4:30 it read, the green numbers glowing cheerfully. She pulled herself up, and as she stumbled to the bathrooms, she cursed the Hyuuga with every fiber in her body. Suuure, they gave her food and shelter and sent her to a school that she wouldn’t have had a snowflake’s chance in hell getting into had she been “normal,” but they also made her get up at bloody four in the morning to do her “chores” [slave labor!] before school.

After taking a brief [an extremely painfully brief] shower, brushing her teeth, and tying up her hair, Tenten made her way back to her rooms to tidy up. First job of the day? Clean her room. The Hyuuga were very strict about that—you keep your living quarters clean, or… They beat you, or something. She pondered over what type of whip they’d use while she made her bed.

Donning her clothing for the day, [which wasn’t much different from her clothing for every other day] the brunette popped down into the kitchen for a quick breakfast before flitting back upstairs to complete the rest of her allotted duties. Dust the vases and statues in the hallway, wipe the mirrors and the pictures—but make sure not to leave any unsightly streaks, sweep the floor, wash the windows. Water the flowers on the windowsills; remove any dead leaves or blossoms. If finished early, go downstairs and chat with the cook while helping prepare the morning meal.

Before she knew it, it was six o’clock. Time to wake the precious little angels. Sighing, she quietly padded to the hall where the sleeping chambers were. Stalking to the first door, she banged on it mercilessly. Without waiting for any form of acknowledgement, [she never did, the question always remained why did she bother knocking?] she swung the door open and yelled inside, “Haru, up!” A grunt and a mumbled curse was her only answer before she slammed the door [as delicately as she possibly could manage] before moving to the next room. Wake-up duty was always her favourite job, especially since it was automatically her fault if the little brats decided not to get up in the morning.

Sighing, she completed two lines of spoiled, ungrateful, queer-eyed Hyuuga before padding down into another, more closed off hallway. She knocked twice at the first room, lightly this time, before pushing the door open and calling out gently, “Hinata-sama? It’s time to get up for school.”

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8D Tenten, Round Three. - [info]judo_creature, 2007-12-22 03:11 pm UTC
Round Acceptation. - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-22 11:41 pm UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]the_switchblade, 2007-12-23 12:30 am UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:20 pm UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]the_switchblade, 2007-12-28 03:24 pm UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:32 pm UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]the_switchblade, 2007-12-28 03:33 pm UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:37 pm UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]the_switchblade, 2007-12-28 03:39 pm UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:47 pm UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]the_switchblade, 2007-12-28 03:48 pm UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-29 02:12 am UTC
Re: Round Acceptation. - [info]the_switchblade, 2007-12-29 03:17 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]regaining, 2007-12-31 07:54 pm UTC
I'M TOTALLY NOT POSTING WITH AN ITACHI JOURNAL!!
[info]explodingorchid
2007-12-24 03:36 pm UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Krizzie
Age: 145
AIM: tangoOFDOOM
Email: tangoOFDOOM@hotmail.com
Preferred Pairings: ItachixShisuixItachi, ItachixSasuke, ItachixNaruto, ItachixDeidara, ItachixKisamexItachi, ItachixKakashixItachi,

Character Information
Name: Uchiha Itachi
Age: 22; June 1, 1985
Portrayed By: Akanishi Jin from KAT-TUN
Title: First-born heir
Aristocratic Hobbies: archery, piano, calligraphy,
History: From the moment he was born, everyone knew that he was going to be the greatest clan leader of the century. Everyone knew that he was to be a rival match for Madara. The royal family of the Uchiha’s had their jewel and they named him ‘Itachi’. But this boy was unlike all the other great clan leaders of the Uchiha’s time. He was stoic and quiet. Mikoto had thought he was deaf or blind, somehow hindered physically when she had seen him countless times sitting in the garden, playing with the koi. To say that Itachi was normal in his childhood was to say that pigs really could fly.

The early childhood of Uchiha Itachi was spent in the long countless hours in the sunlight and in the rain. Before he could walk properly (this of course, was before the age of two) Itachi rarely moved from one place to another. And after he could walk, his mannerisms did not change. He was reading his father’s books in the master bedroom by the age of five, pouring through the pages of mystery and self-help books on how to be successful. (Fugaku never needed those books. Nevertheless, he was given them from time to time.) Mikoto had heard her son speak when Itachi was trying to pronounce the word ‘exhilarating’ and it had only taken the ‘young genius’ (as they called him such names) three tries before he got it in the sentence. But Fugaku had stolen Itachi’s childhood away when he had pre-enrolled him into school. In preparation, Fugaku had told Itachi many times about the history about the clan, which Itachi had listened, but only regretfully so. (The Uchiha clan was a living tragedy, really.)

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The Uchiha Itachi Application pt. 2
[info]explodingorchid
2007-12-24 03:40 pm UTC (link)
School had been a shot through the door. Quietly, Itachi passed the classes with ease and at the top of his class. (The teachers would have meetings on why Itachi never socialized with the students. Itachi simply replied that they all hated him.) Everything was too easy for Itachi. He hungered for a challenge and that was when he met Shisui. Archery was something offered as an extra curriculum class, and as a future clan leader, Fugaku didn’t enroll his son in it. Itachi still fancied the sport along with shooting but none of his other classmates were as good as Itachi. The day he met Shisui was the first day he had gotten beaten.

Throughout his school days, Itachi took piano classes, archery, art classes, etiquette classes, and attended meetings with his father in order to learn the interworking of the royal family. There was a trophy room specified for the ‘young genius’ in which Itachi never went in to bask in his glory because all in all, it wasn’t achieved. All throughout his school days, Itachi took what he was given because of his ability to take, not to achieve.

And then Itachi was introduced to the secret of the clan. Shisui had shown him a room underneath the tatami mats of the temple. It was then that Itachi finally started to have a mind of his own. (“There. You have to read it, Itachi-kun.”) Up until then, Itachi was being used like a tool that sharpens itself.

He started to rebel. It was a passive rebellion, however. And Itachi’s rebellious acts were only noticeable when seen. When he was thirteen, Itachi had a sudden outburst and cursed the clan for all it’s greedy glory. It was treated as hormones and therefore forgotten a few months later by the entire clan. But the night underneath the temple had changed Itachi. Something in his mind had finally clicked and the gears shifted ever so.

And then he met Akatsuki.

Itachi was sent to the academy and introduced to the most fearsome of all the yakuzas in Japan. He had been involved with them for a few years before his eighteenth birthday when he was supposed to take the place as the clan leader. That was the day Itachi’s rebellion had finally lashed out in it’s fullest and he broke Fugaku’s arm when he tried to force Itachi to sign the papers. That night Itachi had stormed off and never returned.

(His poor little brother.)

Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Itachi looked down at his cousin. (How long had they been like that? It wouldn’t be hard for someone to see-) He must’ve not paused long enough to answer and instead locked his car, the two 16th-notes beeping at him much in the fashion that his cell phone did when Shisui was inviting him to the hospital. (How fitting.) Itachi shrugged his shoulders casually, softening the exciting appearance he must’ve put on. (For an answer to come that quick was too unlike him and Itachi blamed Shisui for everything.)

“Jasmine?” (And Itachi is 10 again, asking his mother if he could spend the afternoon at Shisui’s house.) Too timid and too curious. The old Itachi was surely gone and had resided in him for a long time. (Being shoved in the shadows wasn’t a pretty picture anymore. But Itachi did not know this from his own self.)

With or without tea, Itachi stepped in the threshold, slipping off his shoes and keeping his scarf on. He felt almost invasive upon Shisui’s property. (How long had it been? It couldn’t have been that long since they’ve last seen each other. And the memory of heated skin basking in moonlight was long ago.) The light scent of Shisui’s house had surrounded Itachi, making him feel too foreign and too much like a guest. As much as he would have liked to accept the invitation with gratitude, words and actions would not flow from his practiced mask.
Journal Entry Sample: The days are getting shorter and the nights are becoming longer. Akatsuki has ordered us to create journals so they can keep track of our (state of mind?) but I hardly see why that’s going to stop us from hiding secrets.

The solstice is almost here.

We have orders to strike at dawn.
Questions: …HELLO! [<- is not a question] Oh I really wish my Kakashi was up to par with my Itachi >.> otherwise I would’ve had him instead. [is trying to break the habit of only the Itachi character]

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pt. Acception - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-24 03:43 pm UTC
Re: pt. Acception - [info]explodingorchid, 2007-12-24 04:09 pm UTC
Re: pt. Acception - [info]redeyedcrow, 2007-12-24 04:50 pm UTC
Re: pt. Acception - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:21 pm UTC
Re: pt. Acception - [info]redeyedcrow, 2007-12-28 03:48 pm UTC
Re: pt. Acception - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:52 pm UTC
Re: pt. Acception - [info]redeyedcrow, 2007-12-28 07:20 pm UTC

[info]inchohernt_fox
2007-12-24 05:55 pm UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Kuna
Age: 302412352431563
AIM: TessDarking
Email: Alkuna@gmail.com
Preferred Pairings: EVERYTHING. no. really. SandaimexYourmom. I am into that shit.

Character Information
Name: Suigetsu
Age: 18
Portrayed By: Ni~ya
Title: I-live-off-my-rich-relatives-but-am-really-a-poor-brat-cousin-to-some-rich- yakuza-dude Suigetsu, but he'd have you believe he was Suigetsu, His Eminence the Prophet, etc etc and if you can work "world revolves around me" in there somewhere that'd be cool.
Aristocratic Hobbies: Collecting swords.. << Oh wait, ARISTOCRATIC HOBBIES. Only the rich people can have hobbies. Fine. I see how it is. I'll kill you bitches. He likes shanking bitches. D<
History: Not much to tell. Well, he did live with some freaking yakuza, but that's hardly interesting or new in this world. (Truth to be told, their day to day life isn't anything especially interesting. The movies lie.) He grew up at his uncle's house, not really bothered by or curious about the fact that the other kids his age ran around with their mothers and fathers. Swords were much more interesting than maternal and paternal affection in any case. It wasn't as if he had to interact much with other kids anyway, other than his cousins-- he had somewhat an infallible talent of getting expelled from schools for bringing in "dangerous objects" so mostly he had tutors.

Then the proverbial gravy train quit rolling in when the so called infamous yakuza group the "Seven Swordsman" disbanded. No one was hit especially hard by it-- illegal weapon dealers and drug lords can pretty much find work anywhere, but launching into a sort of minimalist state (gasp! two olympic pools instead of three!) reminded them of the fact that they did in fact have a nephew who wasn't exactly contributing to anything, and quite carefully placed him out of the presses' eye and into safety-- in a rick kids' school. We can only imagine the hell that is going to occur.

Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Suigetsu's smirk was ever in place as he sauntered into the hearing-- really, it was an expulsion hearing, so it wasn't like it was like there was too much anyone could do about it in any case. It wasn't like he had actually cut that kid. Suigetsu didn't feel slamming kids against a wall while holding a sword counted as ACTUAL malicious activity. It was just kind of.. a game. Besides which he had given him every opportunity to run.

The hearing was only to be polite to his family in any case. The boy already had so many mars on his school records that they could have given him a taxi cab and a wave goodbye and the government would have nothing more to say about it.

In any case, the grin was wiped clean off his face at the end of the hearing when his uncle informed that his miniature armory collection had been moved from his room to a storage unit off their residency. Not exactly a punishment, and if Suigetsu were the type to act like a pansy ass girl he'd run through the house screaming about rust. But being not that type, he simply re-erected his smirk and plotted the death of his Uncle's latest bodyguard.
Journal Entry Sample: You know, we ran out of water bottles today, and I had to drink tap water. Tap water is the nastiest stuff on the face of the earth.

I'm being send to some kinda school. all I can say is.. ha. fuck that, let's see how long this one keeps me. it's some kind of school for rich brats and royalty, so the security is probably going to be so tight it'd make the american baby jesus cry. I don't think I'll be there for very long.

who runs out of water bottles anyway?


Questions: NONE. D< do I get pimp slapped now?

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Accepted
[info]imperial_slave
2007-12-24 11:18 pm UTC (link)
You are accepted into the Imperial Palace.

- Create Suigtesu's journal.
- Join [info]imperial_empire, [info]imperial_events and [info]imperial_palace.
- Friend add here.
- Write up posts for his journal and the Imperial Empire.
- Reply to the location's suggestions post for housing.
- Reply to the in-character contact information post.
- Reply to this comment once you are done.

Answers: When writing please use more eloquent language rather than breaking the fourth wall in every sentence by grasping the 'invisible' audience. It isn't something I want you to change entirely, but there are other forms of writing out there.

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Re: Accepted - [info]inchohernt_fox, 2007-12-25 01:07 am UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:23 pm UTC

[info]durai_sama
2007-12-27 06:38 am UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Edwin Nunez
Age: Seventeen. Wee~
AIM: ThaBronxOG
Email: Thechemicalromance@gmail.com
Preferred Pairings: Kanky/Anythingremotelyfemale

Character Information
Name: Sabaku Kankurou
Age: Eighteen
Portrayed By: Wallace Huo
Title: Prince. Duh. Bitch.
Aristocratic Hobbies: Puppetry, painting, calligraphy, debating (although he's banned from his High School's debate team after setting the podium on fire), sex, archery, shanking hoes, and Budō.
History: Kankurou planned out his entire life at twelve. He’d leave all of the political and other decision making to Temari, (what else was that cactus-killing, nothing short of a serial killer good for?) practice puppetry in his room (because, seriously, he’d always live there), and sleep with girls (i.e. teenagers, relatives of said teen-age sister, love-hungry mothers, nuns, fat chicks, teachers) until he wasn’t able to function anymore.

But fate had a habit of kicking Kankurou in his happy region, so after several complaints, his elusive father gave Kankurou’s tutors the green light to castrate Kankurou with a sickle or any other sharp object (Kankurou was sure the man wasn’t kidding; it was one of the rare instances the absent-father of a king wasted his precious time on the puppeteer), Kankurou began taking his duty as prince much more seriously. Now, Kankurou spends less time hitting on nuns and accusing priests of being God’s puppets and more time on politics. Or whatever things princes are expected to do.

He doesn’t remember his mother well, but if she’s anything like Temari, Kankurou’s sure he can manage (but as bitchy and loud as the annoying blonde may be, Kankurou loves her. Sort off). He has a special relationship with Garaa, despite their rocky history. Kankurou is not the epitome of the perfect brother (he’s a damn good lay though), but when push comes to shove, he’s willing to go out of his way to protect his siblings at all cost.
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Kankurou glowered at the blasphemous white slip of paper in front of him.

“…It’s your new diet plan,” said the woman opposite the puppeteer, arching an eyebrow when she noticed Kankurou’s brow furrow.

“Fuck?” asked Kankurou incredulously, still trying to burn the slip with his intense glare.

The doctor grabbed a small chart from her desk and showed it to Kankurou.

“You see, you’re eighteen now,” the blonde explained tentatively, “and you weigh one-hundred and seventy pounds.” The doctor pointed at a chubby, pouting figure on the chart.

“That’s over thirty pounds over the average weight for boys your age,” said the doctor, releasing a small involuntary chuckle afterwards.

He could have bitched-slapped her. Of course he would weigh more than the average guy his age: It came with the muscle. And sex appeal. Any other doctor would have quickly arrived at that conclusion.

The doctor was practically retarded.
But she was hot.
Journal Entry Sample: temari caught me watching porn again.
she barges into my room without bothering to knock and shit, then gets grossed out when she hears the horses grunt.

fuck she's overreacting for? her porn is just as bad. there's always some asian being humiliated or plant in the background.

(yeah bitch. i found that file with all your porn on your computer yesterday.)
Questions: thistookforeverohgod

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Accepted
[info]imperial_slave
2007-12-27 10:08 am UTC (link)
You are accepted into the Imperial Palace.

- Create Kankuro's journal.
- Join [info]imperial_empire, [info]imperial_events and [info]imperial_palace.
- Friend add here.
- Write up posts for his journal and the Imperial Empire.
- Reply to the location's suggestions post for housing.
- Reply to the in-character contact information post.
- Reply to this comment once you are done.

Answers: To be honest, in such an elongated time I would have expected it to be a bit lengthier. However that's just something I thought should be noted.

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[info]parttime_job
2007-12-28 05:23 am UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Shaki
Age: Fourteen
AIM: stepontheground
Email: brooding_tomatoes@yahoo.com
Preferred Pairings: Um, er, anything that goes.

Character Information
Name: Hyuuga Neji
Age: Seventeen
Portrayed By: Joo Ji-Hoon
Title: Prince
Aristocratic Hobbies: Painting, jujutsu, kenjutsu, archery, reading.
History: The Hyuuga had been known as a prominent and prosperous clan for centuries. It was an old and traditional clan. It was more than well-respected by almost everyone. Its grasp in the political world was far and not to be trifled with. So much so that if one had offended a Hyuuga in any way, may would advise that person to either run away or resign to their imminent death.

Its members were regarded to be the elite in everything that they'd set their mind to. The Sciences, Politics, the Arts, and et cetera. Nothing less than being best or being one of the best was expected from a Hyuuga.

One such exceptional member of that aforementioned family was Hyuuga Neji, the son of the current king's brother. He was very much an intellectual. He was well-versed in many forms of martial arts. He was brutally polite at times. He was graceful and poised much like a prince of his status should be. He would, without a doubt, be someone great. Perhaps even great enough to be the one who would succeed the throne. But that would never happen.

A tragedy had occurred within the Hyuuga many years ago. It was around the time when Neji was five or so. His father was killed. Unjustly so.

His father had been killed. His uncle had been the target, but his father had been the one who had been killed.

The details had all been quite blurry to Neji and most of the family, but he had seen enough to blame his uncle and his grandfather. It had all been their fault that he'd been estranged from his immediate family. He was already without a mother, and now he was also without a father. And he was grown-up enough to know that no amount of wishing or hoping could ever hope bringing either of them back.

The years passed by quickly and they passed by slowly, but nonetheless, they still passed.

Neji went to school during then. He fiercely studied with the thought of what he would do somedayh, with the thought that he could not sully the name his father had left him. He got the highest marks. He was praised by teachers and admired by students. He loathed the attention, yet he seemed to strive in it every now and then, academic-wise and nothing more than that, of course.

Neji had grown more and more spiteful towards his uncle and the rest of the society inside their family during those years. The animosity and tension between him and his uncle was something that was so great that one could even think that it was palpable. These years passed by until Neji could not stand it any longer and said that he would live somewhere else under the notion of “wanting to be more independent in preparation for the future.”

And so, there was Neji, living life in a different place from the people he'd never called family in eons.

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[info]parttime_job
2007-12-28 05:24 am UTC (link)
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Neji was furious. Utterly, undeniably livid.

The color of his eyes darkened slightly. His mouth was set in a frown tighter than that of the usual. His brows here close to being completely knotted. His shoulders were rather tense. His hands were lightly balled into fists and were shaking a bit. The heels of his shoes made a soft “tlack” noise whenever it would meet with the floor.

Everyone immediately went out of his way. They would have to be mad to attempt to block him from wherever he was going with such a bad temper. It wasn't often that Neji really got angry, but when he did, they made sure to, quite figuratively, run for the hills.

Neji positively loathed his uncle, but never before had he ever hated him as he did today. The nerve of that man to have made such an audacious comment! It was almost as if his uncle never saw his father as a brother or, at the very least, a part of the family despite having been put in the lower branch.

He was really quite sensitive about any topic related to his father. His family knew that. They tried to avoid such conversations as much as possible. However, it seemed as if his uncle was the only one who was different.

Neji thought that he was quite fortunate to live away from the main Hyuuga household.

“Take a chill pill, Neji.”

Neji had thought that he'd done a fine job in repressing his urge to punch the speaker. It was a friend of his. And if he didn't go around punching his relatives, his uncle and that man's lackeys to be more precise, why should he punch his friends, too?

“I think I might just do. Thank you for the advice,” Neji said in a frightfully forced tone of politeness.
Journal Entry Sample: First and foremost, I have absolutely no idea as to why I did this. Though I suppose that this might have something to do with the copious amount of people who've wanted me to get this. I do hope that you lot are already happy and will no longer vex me. Especially during the time that I'm studying.

It's rather surprising that I even adhered to their wishes this time around. Usually, I would just ignore them. But then again, I have been acting rather irrationally today. This is what anger does to certain people.

So then, I suppose that since I've already made this – and I'm not the type of person who would instantly drop anything that I've chosen to do, regardless if it's been done without a lot of thought or otherwise – I might as well use it.
Questions: I was wondering if I'd managed to do this right.

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Accepted - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-28 05:44 am UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]peripheralis, 2007-12-28 03:54 pm UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 03:58 pm UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]peripheralis, 2007-12-28 04:00 pm UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 04:03 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]ivybox, 2007-12-28 06:58 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]ivybox, 2007-12-28 06:58 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 11:49 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]ivybox, 2007-12-28 11:52 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-28 11:56 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]ivybox, 2007-12-28 11:58 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-29 12:03 am UTC
Gaara-- 1/???
[info]green_and_warty
2007-12-29 11:57 am UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Juliette
Age: 20
AIM: scuttling across
Email: saving.toads.for.the.french@gmail.com
Preferred Pairings: I ship everything, my friend. By which I mean, given development and time, I’ll buy it. Absolutely nothing squicks me out. Gimme a good price.

Character Information
Name: Sabaku no Gaara
Age: Fifteen
(because, if Naruto was born in October, and Suna did the whole demon thing ala canon after the nine-tails fiasco, I figure Gaara, born in January, was born after. He’ll be sixteen January 16th anyway? :D;;)
Portrayed By: I-I could really use help with this. My familiarity with drama outside of the English speaking world is crap.
Title: Emperor / Crown Prince (????? See Questions!)
Aristocratic Hobbies: Tending to his zen sand gardens, reading, studying (especially philosophy, history, foreign policy, philosophy baby), calligraphy, meditation, insert appropriate jutsu here.

History: Born the third child to an emperor, his birth killed his mother and she died with curses on her lips, including the name of her newborn son. As luck would have it, Gaara’s life only went downhill from there.

A difficult baby, it was a mystery that he rarely slept though never ill. As his father could hardly be expected to spend legitimate time raising his children, Gaara was left in the care of his maternal uncle, Yashamaru. The solemn child was given whatever he wanted materially but otherwise isolated, not permitted to associate with other children or other people. As a result, outside of sporadic lessons with his father that seemed to be grooming him toward leadership though he was the younger son, Gaara’s life felt as if it revolved around Yashamaru.

When Gaara was six there came another mystery. There had been nothing for the guards to respond to: no shouts from the boy or the man, but when entering to bring Gaara to an evening meal, they found Yashamaru dead, the boy bloody and silent, bearing a wound that would scar on his forehead. The truth would never be pried from his lips, or otherwise discovered: his uncle had tried to kill him.

Over the next few years, he gathered himself a pretty impressive reputation, within the palace as well as the school he began attending. None of the other guardians wanted anything to do with the child (as if they had a choice), and his personality became increasingly unstable; in part because of his severe insomnia, in part due to his having lost his mind that night, thrown into an existential crisis that half-broke him (at six, no less!). There was something off about the kid, to be sure. Because his psychosis in part instilled in him paranoia (sometimes he thinks people want to kill him :/), he tossed himself into all available classes on martial arts, self-defense, offense, weaponry. At ten an incident lead to his suspension from school. If not for the timely intervention of the teachers, Gaara would have killed another student, and in cold-blood – he wasn’t hysteric, wasn’t anything but calculating. Only status and wealth prevented his outright expulsion.

But the emperor’s son could never require therapy. He persisted in private lessons until the school’s suspension period ended, something which was promptly erased from his record on his return. And years passed, Gaara an antisocial, insomnia-plagued psychopath, enrolled in all manner of lessons. It was clear that he was intelligent; despite the fact that he didn’t seem to care about much of what went on, he excelled, though in certain cases some aspect of him may have terrified the teachers into passing him. At the palace, the game-plan seemed to be to find hobbies, activities with which Gaara could busy himself, concentrate, and find peace of mind, like calligraphy, meditation, gardening. Gardening began at age twelve. All his plants died, though he read the books and followed them to the letter. He shut himself up for a week; three palace dogs disappeared and one servant badly broke her arm. Yet, on the outside, he remained an ideal. If not polite, if absolutely reserved, if curt to the point of rudeness, his posture was impeccable, his marks, his knowledge of the palace and other.

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Gaara 2/3
[info]green_and_warty
2007-12-29 11:59 am UTC (link)
(And this is when I BS about o-one potential path???)


When the over-educated prince stumbled onto philosophy, it was right up his alley – his entire young life had been a big question, why did he exist? And, unlike a certain manga counterpart, without legitimate assassins to make attempts on his life, he couldn’t even find an answer in “to protect myself through slaughter”.

Perhaps it was because he had lived so long without a reason. Perhaps that made the thirteen year-old come to an unusual decision. As the son of an emperor, with his education, perhaps he had been born to rule. It helped(?) that he loathed people, those who rejected him, who perceived him only as a prince, only as the cursed son, only as one thing or another, what Yashamaru had said to him that night. People were far too stupid, too useless, to take care of themselves, weren’t they? Even at thirteen, he could see that they needed to be protected from themselves. Not that he cared about protecting them, but if he could see it, surely it entitled him to that purpose.

He began his campaign. How, precisely, an… atypically charismatic teenager managed to replace his father shortly after his fifteenth birthday must be another mystery. It happened, with Gaara taking a quiet, perverse pleasure in outing the man who had failed so magnificently at home.

And so, Gaara was emperor! At fifteen! While also attending private school. Lucky he doesn’t sleep, eh? (If there was a song. In the Empire. That went to the tune of “he sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake~” about Gaara. I’d not be surprised. :D).


Roleplaying Information

Roleplaying Sample: He liked it.

Ink bled across the page, following the rigid yet impossibly fluid movements of his wrist. The slightest twitch, the smallest difference in the angle, of bone and muscle, and everything changed. A twitch, and the design shook, smudged, became imperfect. Gaara never twitched. Gaara’s control was absolute. He liked it.

The ink bled, sable and seeping, jet and smooth, black like the rings around his eyes and not like the distorted red of the backs of his eyelids. He inhaled, not thinking, exactly, focused, focused on the shape, not on what was sometimes a voice like his mother’s, the way she sounded on the tapes he had stolen and watched again and again and again in his room (first with Yashamaru, and one was broken beyond repair, his favorite tape, or had it been Yashamaru’s favorite?). It was sometimes a voice like Yashamaru’s, singing a lullaby or hating him, sometimes hating him in the lullaby, and sometimes another that he called Shukaku but it sounded most like himself. He exhaled, the air thin, under his rigid composure the stream stirred nothing, air displacing air.

Gaara finished the scroll, and it was always the dilemma: for all his concentration, for all the perfection, he finished too quickly. The ink dried, but his patience for drying ink only lasted so long. The scroll rested on the desk’s surface and Gaara sat, straight-backed and unmoving, considering his hands.

On his right thumb: a smudge of ink, made a blue-purple-black in the light, diminished on his skin. A stain, and he had been so careful, not daring to breathe hard enough for the scent of a lunch of salted tongue to reach the parchment.

A stain. No lapse of awareness followed. Gaara was perfectly conscious of taking hold of the statuette, the glass figurine that served as a decoration. He watched it spiral in a clean, even arc through the air; watched the fragments fall to the carpet. The sound suppressed it, what had begun to rise at the sight of that stain. The sound, the sight of it. If Gaara had once cut open a mutt to see how it worked, that had been enough because every mutt looked and worked the same, inside.

(contd, i know i know >>;)

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Gaara 3/3! - [info]green_and_warty, 2007-12-29 12:00 pm UTC
Accepted/3! - [info]imperial_slave, 2007-12-29 12:45 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]green_and_warty, 2007-12-29 12:56 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]imperial_harlot, 2007-12-29 02:00 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]green_and_warty, 2007-12-30 12:33 am UTC
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[info]braveandcute
2008-01-01 07:03 pm UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Crystal
Age: 17
AIM: Redfallenpetals
Email: Redfallenpetals@aol.com
Preferred Pairings: NaruSaku is cute ♥ No LeeSaku please >> and crackcrackcrack? Like KankSaku, ItaSaku, GaaSaku…Sasusaku which is total crack >> I’m really open.

Character Information
Name: Haruno Sakura
Age: 16
Portrayed By: A real life person that will be used in icons and things alike
Title: Slave-girl but also ‘you’ at school ;D
Aristocratic Hobbies: She has many hobbies, but the only aristocratic one would be her playing piano.
History:
Sakura was born into a family of servitude to some nameless rich family and was raised as any other well-off child for quite a while. At the young age of five her own lessons and work as a servant would begin, but before then she was quite the scattered child who would enter where she didn’t belong and climb all kinds of things, giving her poor parents near-heart attacks then everything changed a few weeks before she turned five-years old. Since her parents were so low among all the servants she’d always been kept away and warned to stay away from the master’s daughter and her garden, but the child couldn’t go that long without someone her own age to play with so one night she snuck into the garden to hopefully meet a new friend. It turned out the garden was filled with many girls and not just one, all dressed in beautiful dressed that put Sakura’s play clothes to shame, but she didn’t care and was far too excited about joining in on what could only be a tea party. The garen was beautiful and it would be a party without her stuffed animals or imaginary friends. Unfortunately, one of the girls caught her before she could introduce herself. The other girls noticed her too, including the master’s daughter, and like a slap in the face she heard horrible words she’d never heard before, remarks about her ‘weird’ pink hair and the repeated word ‘slave’ until she was in near tears and running away. She would have probably ran all the way back and cried to her parents, but at a yell behind her she fell flat on her face…and met Yamanaka Ino.



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Lalala Continued~
[info]braveandcute
2008-01-01 07:04 pm UTC (link)
Still in tears and after what had happened she was too afraid to speak like before, but this girl wasn’t like the others (if the play clothes simular to her own, but far neater were any indication) and reached out a hand to help her up. From then on the two became great friends, servant and prince (princess) and after being pulled into one of Ino’s spare dresses and forced to mingle another day with the same girls, she gradually began to fit in—or that’s what it seemed, but inside that once innocent child weird feeling began to stir, and watching her popular friend always doing everything so right she felt more and more like Ino’s shadow.

Eventually there was a formal event and Sakura (being so close to Ino) had been given an invitation and a beautiful red dress. Her parents new Sakura’s work would begin soon but they wanted their daughter to have fun for as long as she could so her mother did up her hair with some cheap but pretty cherry pins and wished her a good time. At the party Sakura spent her time with Ino who constantly complained about her parents making her wear a purprle dress and among getting something from the snack table she saw him. Uchiha Sasuke, about 6 or so and the most handsome boy she’d ever met. She asked Ino about him to which the blonde said she didn’t know anything but his name…at that Sakura confessed ‘I think I like him’ and the bitterness began between the two girls. A few days before her birthday Sakura noticed her friend was upset about something and then noticed something ( a picture of someone) sticking out of Ino’s pocket. Upon realizing Sakura took out Sasuke’s picture and confronted her—a new form of hurt and anger between the two girls Sakura broke off their friendship and told Ino that she’d get Sasuke first, calling Ino her rival now and forever.

Things only got worse. When Sakura’s birthday came around her father had grown ill, and her mother was in such a stressed state she had forgotten Sakura’s birthday completely, instead telling her daughter on her special day about her start as a servant in the morning and that she’d have to awaken to responsibility. It was tough, she’d never even done common chores before and being so tiny she didn’t have much strength to carry out the chores. Yet, her mother pushed her harder than ever and made Sakura finish everything she’d been assigned—Ino’s finding out and cruely teasing her about her new ‘status’ not the least bit of help. Now a servant Sakura was in low hopes and nearly sank under her rival’s ridicule until the announcement came that there was another, higher ranking servant job for the Uchiha’s that would be opening sometime though it was unknown. Hearing that and remembering Uchiha Sasuke Sakura fueled up and worked hard as a servant, studying on the side. Though she was never perfect in her chores she was an extremely bright child, always reading and with an incredible memorization, self-teaching herself in several different areas when she wasn’t working. Finally the day came and she was chosen for the Uchiha household after all her hardwork. Hugging her parents goodbye, both proud of ther daughter, her father now well, she was nagged by her mother about staying in line and taking care of herself.

She was one of thousands of servants but it didn’t matter because she’d made it.

As a servant of course she didn’t get to see her crush as much as she’d like—hardly any even- but that didn’t stop her from trying. She’d finish her chores quickly and then try to find him, cooking little sweets to give him.

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Re: Lalala Continued~ - [info]braveandcute, 2008-01-01 07:05 pm UTC
Re: Lalala Continued~ - [info]braveandcute, 2008-01-01 07:07 pm UTC
END - [info]braveandcute, 2008-01-01 08:37 pm UTC
Not Accepted - [info]imperial_slave, 2008-01-02 11:43 am UTC
Sakura app
[info]braveandcute
2008-01-02 10:38 pm UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Crystal
Age: 17
AIM: Redfallenpetals
Email: Redfallenpetals@aol.com
Preferred Pairings: NaruSaku is very cute! I don’t like LeeSaku, but anything else is fine with me.

Character Information
Name: Haruno Sakura
Age: 16
Portrayed By: Rainie Yang
Title: slave-girl
Aristocratic Hobbies: Reading, piano, and karate
History:
Sakura was born into a family of servitude to some nameless rich family and was raised as any other well-off child for quite a while. At the young age of five her own lessons and work as a servant would begin, but before then she was quite the scattered child who would enter where she didn’t belong and climb all kinds of things, giving her poor parents near-heart attacks.

Sakura’s parents were nearly the lowest ranked of the servants so she’d always been kept away, and warned to stay away, from the mistress’s daughter and her garden, but Sakura didn’t listen to that warning for long. One afternoon the little girl snuck into the garden in search of the daughter and came face to face several other girls who were ‘not’ pleased to see her. A slave girl trespassing was not befitting in the least and though they didn’t lower themselves to shove her out, the nasty words and threats were enough to send her running away in tears. Back in her room Sakura’s problems were not over. Word had spread to the mistress’s daughter about the slave who had trespassed and the punishment that must be served. Though her parents tried to persuade other actions their words were ignored and they had to watch their only daughter be whipped.

It wasn’t long after Sakura’s punishment that she was forced to begin her work as a servant, but she did as told too afraid to disobey. As she got older she saw her parents less and less, and though her work was competent enough it was a rather lonely life. Perhaps that is why she fell for Uchiha Sasuke. He was a royal prince who would never have the time of day for a ‘slave’ but that didn’t matter. Barely thirteen, she spent her days daydreaming about the man of her dreams, baking sweets, and wanting more than anything to be close to him even if that meant serving him.

Luckily Sakura was not meant to live her life as a meager servant. Despite her daydreaming she was a bright girl and a fast learner, which the mistress noticed.
Realizing how smart the young slave was she decided and educated slave would be better and paid for her to attend school. Though not the social butterfly, Sakura adapted to the new environment more than expected and excelled in her classes. She was still a slave of course and with her ‘status’ not many people would even talk to her, but the classroom was the escape she’d always needed.

As the years passed Sakura grew to love school and even made a few friends along the way, eventually forgetting about her silly daydreams. Now she attends one of the richest high schools where she can practice the piano and take karate classes along with her studies, but she never forgets her place and remains eternally grateful and loyal to her mistress.




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Re: Sakura app part 2
[info]braveandcute
2008-01-02 10:38 pm UTC (link)
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample:
It was surprising no one had noticed what she was yet, but she figured it was only a matter of time. Still, it was a relief to walk among all these powerful, fancy individuals and have no one to wait on or calling her servant or slave-girl. A hand went through her pink choppy locks that feathered as she brushed her fingers through, a style she’d chosen to keep the hair from her eyes during piano practice and of course all those chores where long hair was impractical. Suddenly hearing a loud female laugh behind her she stilled in place and looked over her shoulder preparing for the worse. Luckily, it wasn’t one of the girls she’d dreaded seeing again but two new students laughing at someone else.

She really had to work on being less jumpy.

After all, this year was going to be different. She may have never been popular but she had managed to make friends who generally cared about her, and she believed their words of encouragement. All those lessons and hours of practicing the piano had to amount to something, and she hoped more than anything it would be a name for herself other than “just another slave.”

Letting out a sigh the pink-haired girl started to head inside with the other students, but she noticed beside her that a girl’s umbrella was slipping too far back and exposing the sun on her rare, delicate skin. Quickly she eased the umbrella forward as she would for her mistress and stopped the sun from touching the fragile skin earning a very odd look from the girl. She stepped away and let the girl go ahead of her. Oh, she was off to a great start.

Journal Entry Sample:
Journal Entry Sample:
It’s a new year and I haven’t seen any of my friends yet, and I guess I’m a little nervous. Not that I’d admit that aloud. On the bright side this place is amazing as always and sometimes it’s hard to believe I’m really here and not back at home slaving away. I’ve really missed class and I ache to pick up a new book and get back to my piano lessons…My teachers have never called me talented or shown me any special attention, but I have a strong feeling that I’m pretty good and people don’t cover their ears or run from the room when I play so I can’t be horrible
Questions:

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Re: part Acception - [info]imperial_harlot, 2008-01-03 07:48 am UTC
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[info]antisaints
2008-01-15 10:50 pm UTC (link)
Player Information

Name: Morgan
Age: 15
AIM: Art in Denial
Email: bubblepopxxxx@yahoo.com
Preferred Pairings: I like all pairings, but things involving NaruSasu, DeiNaru (don'task), anythingTayuya, and ItaSaso are my faves :|b

(I've been stalking this comm for a while, and Sasuke dropped on Monday, and I couldn't pass up the idea of playing him, since I've wanted a place to unleash Sasumuse for a while I'msorryifIcomeoffasanass. Also, all references to Itachi done with permission of Itachi-mun.)

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[info]antisaints
2008-01-15 10:50 pm UTC (link)
Character Information

Name: Uchiha Sasuke
Age: 16
Portrayed By: Um. Probably... Kanon. Or someone. Heh.
Title: Prince
Aristocratic Hobbies: [Taken from previous Sasuke mun with a few additions and subtractions] Calligraphy, drinking tea, skipping stones, playing instruments of many shapes and forms, writing
History: Sasuke was born into good condition.

A family that loved him - that showed it too, for the most part - and money beyond his comprehension, he lived a decent childhood, marked by two events that permanently stung him before then. Before what marked him forever in all ways except one.

For the most part, he would awaken, spend time with his brother and many cousins, wonder about the compound without much aim, tending to his mother as she did to him. The many servants and slaves brought him up when Mikoto wasn't around, however, and he was content with this. He had understood politics in his young age, and therefor understood why he was important. Why he was a prince. But at four, he fell down a set of stairs, hit his head at the bottom, and began to bleed. Sasuke remembers this - in fact, everyone remembers this - because Sasuke never stopped bleeding. It would start off and on every few hours for the next day and the day after that, and what would be a small bruise for most people was something terrible for him. The family took him to the nearest doctor to get it stitched up and tended to professionally, but there was a purple bruise that remained in its wake for almost a month.

Uchiha hemophilia. (Runs through the blood.

Is the blood.)

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Accepted - [info]imperial_slave, 2008-01-15 11:11 pm UTC
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Application Pt 1
[info]avarice_green
2008-02-01 05:40 pm UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: J
Age: 21
AIM: kaibacoded
Email: damirsoull@writeme.com
Preferred Pairings: SasuNaru, GaaNaru, ItaNaru, Naruanyone (lol)

Character Information
Name: Uzumaki Naruto (;__; I know he's on hold but I'm trying for him anyway!)
Age: 16
Portrayed By: Unless I can use cosplay pics... Kyo from Dir en Grey!
Title: Common as a house fly
Aristocratic Hobbies: Fencing and reading (about fencing)
History: Naruto feels as if he was always destined for something great, like all the princes and princesses out there in his world. However, what that feeling is, seems to slowly diminish over time as he grows older and older.

Coming out of the womb, Naruto hit the ground running. Without parents to help support him, Naruto ducked from authorities using gut-intuition, preferring to live off of what he could make/do than to buckle down and live as a slave.

Now, 16 years later, Uzumaki works as a janitor for the private academy most of the socialites attend. He can be found at anytime of day, scrubbing dishes, dusting shelves, and mopping floors for a small pay per hour, but enough to survive. After a hard day's work, he checks books out from their library and absorbs himself in the art of fencing (using a mop in the halls while no one is looking, or at home with a broom). He lives in a small rented out space above a small corner store.


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Application Pt 2
[info]avarice_green
2008-02-01 06:33 pm UTC (link)
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample:

There were a limited amount of things that Naruto was skilled at. One was showing extreme will-power when needed. Another was shoving an entire bowl of ramen down his throat.

However, if the young blond had to pick one thing he was especially good at, it had to be fencing. Currently, he was utilizing that skill in the most ineffective of ways.

“Ha! Yah!” Naruto called out, thrusting his right arm forward in attack. The shimmering tile halls of the academy made a perfect battlefield for he and his opponent: his imagination. The handle of the mop jabbed forward, water flying and sprinkling across the tile as Naruto took another step forward. Long since had his mandatory uniform of white pants, a black polo, and white apron became a Kevlar jacket, plastron, and knickers suitable for any worthy fencer. The blonde could even feel the condensation building up in his imaginary mask and bib.

“My final attack!” His opponent called out, but Naruto was faster. Pulling his fencing foil to him, the blonde spun back, thrusting out his weapon in a counter-spin, slashing across his opponents chest as they hit the ground.

“Out!” The call of their referee rang victoriously through Naruto's ears.

With a happy pant, the mask, foil, opponent, and all of the other figments Naruto's mind had conjured up vanished into the air. All that was left was the water-splattered hall of the academy, and Naruto's slowly fading smile.


Journal Entry Sample:

Wow, modern technology sure is awesome!

It felt kinda stupid when I heard about it from the students at the academy, but everyone's got this "LJ" thing, so I decided to check it out. Lo behold! There's so many cool and different things to do... and there are even communities on FENCING! I'm thinking of joining one. Maybe they'll know of a place where I can get lessons for cheap...

Oooh~! Cool, look! I can set it so that only *I* can see what I write! That is so frickin' sweet. Oh! Oh! I could takes notes on all the fencing books I read! It'll be SO less messy than all that paper! I could even organize it too! WOW! Computers are so cool... I want one. Maybe the nice old lady downstairs will let me use her computer sometimes...

I guess for now I'll use the school's. Heh, keeping a diary will be kinda neat.

Hey, maybe if I keep good track of things, I could use it to write a book!

--Naruto

Questions: << Is it OKAY that Naruto works at the academy? I'm just trying to make stuff up here!

It also said that if you're related to the Hokage you're royalty... and in the storyline, Naruto's the son og the 4th, but since he's dead... @__@ Does it technically make him a prince, but he doesn't know it and no one else does cause in the manga he has his MOM'S last name and... ugh! @__@

Well, that's it. XP Here's to trying!

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D: Awwww~ XD lol - [info]avarice_green, 2008-02-09 10:22 pm UTC
Application - Part 1
[info]chaos_xenomorph
2008-02-02 05:38 am UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Kris or Kristen
Age: Eighteen
AIM: Nibi Tango or Frost Marionette
Email: Beloved-Belial@hotmail.com
Preferred Pairings: NejiHaku, GaaraHaku, NarutoHaku, and my only favorite straight crack pairing HakuHinata.

Character Information
Name: Haku
Age: Eighteen if my math is correct.
Portrayed By: Aoi, guitarist of The GazettE
Title: Fallen Royalty
Aristocratic Hobbies: Ikebana, painting, calligraphy, painting, fan dancing and reading.
History:

It all started with a mistake in the eyes of many. A mistake that could not be helped when women of their family were wed off. Gifts to other families. Ways to keep the peace intact between families, to strengthen ties that put strain upon the victims of these disgusting marriages. These shams. They say it was that way with Haku’s mother and father. A sham that the world couldn’t see but they knew so very well. Perhaps with the birth of a child, there would be love. Perhaps if that child was a boy, an heir, there would be love. But that was for not. Not this time. No, it was not meant to be. And so they tried for a child. Tried for a child once… and none was conceived. Lady luck was not on their side this time. She had not been on their side for some time it seemed. Months went by filled with many a try. Many a painstaking try. And yet no life was conceived. As if the little soul destined to be born refused to take life.

But how long could such a thing go on? How much longer did they have left? Damn that child’s soul, he must be born! If only to save the life of his mother. To save her from more sorrow. And so with reluctance one fine night in spring or perhaps in the late breeze of summer, the soul was given a body. A child was finally conceived. Saving the mother more grief. Saving the mother from certain hatred. For once there was that sweet taste of happiness upon the lips of the family. Happiness and wonder as to what child was to be born…

Such a long time ago. A faint dance lost in time. In the mystery of the winter season there was a massacre of a once so happy family… rumors flew that a higher family had killed them. Perhaps the Uchiha? Perhaps an unknown family? Who knew? There was a lack of proof. Nothing. Not a finger print nor a hair from the villain. All that could be found was the delicate strands of long black hair from the rarely seen son. Haku was missing, presumed dead. They looked of course. They had to. A fallen prince all alone? No body found… perhaps he was still alive. Perhaps he was the one whom had killed his family in a strike of madness- but how could a child do such?

Whatever the case was, he was alone now. A fallen prince. Slipping further away, letting go of whatever kept him in place…

((Because I do not have a Zabuza around to speak with, I decided to leave it at this. A way to leave open any more of his past to discuss with that player when they do show up- and if they do, that is.))

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Application - Part 2
[info]chaos_xenomorph
2008-02-02 05:39 am UTC (link)
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample:

All of this dust.

Fingers strayed over the delicate books of the old library. Tracing over worn spines, over gilded letters. The dust dancing on his finger tips as he took in the scent of age. The musky odor of untouched books. Running his fingers over each book gently. Lips curling up into a soft smile. That pale pink mouth slowly getting wetted by the soft pink muscle that resided in that mouth. Those graceful fingers, nimble and long, removed the old volume from its place deep within the school’s library.

All of this past.

The book yawned open. Pages flipping at the touch of a gentle hand. Of well manicured finger nails that were girlishly long. Dark locks were pushed back as those soft tendrils made to ease within the book. To tickle the letters that lay upon yellowed sheets of paper. Yellowed with age. History in the making greeted him. History in the making, for the books here waited to be read. Touch the hearts of the youth. Their kanji stained by finger prints and tear marks. Some pages torn by sloppy page turners. But no, his fingers were delicate. Respecting each lonesome page. Dark eyes faintly narrowed as he read the forgotten books.

But it was all over and gone, and never coming back. These stories that were once held dear. Stories of a past so beautiful. So he held the book tight. Held it close and felt tears roll down his cheeks. All of this forgotten past. His family lay beneath this dust. This past. All of it over and gone, and never coming back. He could barely inhale as he steadied himself. Dried the two tears that were shed. He slowly tucked that book beneath his arm. Fingers skimming over other records. Other old books left untouched…

All of this forgotten but not by me.


Journal Entry Sample:

I like it here.

-But it scares me to death.-

It’s nice, quiet for the most part. This little studio apartment I finally got my hands on. I worked so hard to get it. I still can’t believe it is mine. This three room space I can call my own.

There’s just emptiness here, though. I guess I’ll have to start buying furniture soon.

Oh darn, I need to finish up that term paper!

Questions: No questions, just plenty of apologies! I wanted to apply earlier than tonight! -whimpers- But, alas, I had limited time to type this up and I continued to rewrite this for days. I felt really foolish with my portrayal of Haku, so I understand if you deny me and call me a fool. This was a pretty pathetic application after reading all those beautiful applications above me.

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Application - Part Acception - [info]imperial_slave, 2008-02-02 05:46 am UTC
Application - Part Done for the night~ - [info]barely_inhale, 2008-02-02 08:20 am UTC
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[info]antisaints
2008-02-03 04:08 am UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Morgan
Age: Art in Denial
AIM: Art in Denial
Email: bubblepopxxxx@yahoo.com
Preferred Pairings: Of this character? ItaSaso, ZetSaso, DeiSaso, SasoIno (don't even ask) & PeinSaso

Character Information
Name: Sasori
Age: 32
Portrayed By: Uruha, guitarist of the GazettE.
Title: Akatsuki Member, ex. commoner, Surgeon
Aristocratic Hobbies: Working, drawing, black market/in house surgeries, puppetry.
History: Sasori was born out of pure luck.

The child, weighing in at one pound even after being born a month and a half early, was pronounced to be in an almost perfectly healthy condition. After several hours of tests and steady attachment to IV and fluid nutrition, they found that the only real problem is that all of his cells weren’t oxidizing at a normal rate. It was very slow. Amrit, his father, was told that his son would survive, but, in only theory, he would age at a very delayed rate. Hair and nails would grow slowly once cut, and while it couldn’t be determined how slow this would be, no amount of medication they had could speed up the process, but that they would get in contact with doctors from more financially supported institutions to get them the right medications.

Once medicated correctly, the boy physically grew as the doctors predicted – delayed by a long shot – but his mental state was that of someone far more sophisticated. He spoke in fluent sentences upon beginning to speak, and his vocabulary grew very rapidly over time. He showed a natural talent for art and a rather unique and slightly offsetting obsession with dolls early on, stealing them from the girls at school and taking them home into his playroom on the top floor. Things were going alright for Sasori until he turned six, when he went into shock and fell into a three month long coma. This delayed his growth rate even more, making him look much physically younger than he actually was.

Upon awakening from the coma, however, he seemed to have been even more mentally ahead than before he fell to sleep, almost as if his brain had been learning new things consistently in his subconscious state. The ordeal was mystifying to his family, and because of it did his Grandmother insist on sending him away to a boarding school for the gifted. His mother wouldn’t have it, but his father agreed, so for years did he spend his summers at home and his school time at one of Egypt’s more expensive and pretentious private schools. If it hadn’t been for Chiyo’s job in the Political field, this would have been impossible, considering his constant medical care was a very expensive affair.

Sasori displayed the traits of a perfectly normal prodigy of a child up until he turned eighteen.

(All those years in school. All those years being around people he can’t stand – could never stand. All of those years in a complete and irredeemable silence. Sasori was a quiet person, always a quiet person, and he mastered his languages, his arts, and his obsessions with a perfect ease. All those years in school – of observation. Of sketching the people around him, snapping and studying photos, being as he is in the absolute worst kind of way. Years of being the artist he was born as. The genius he was born as. And the most epic of all voyeurs.)

He comes home the summer after graduation with his plan in tact.

(And it works.

Perfectly.

He comes home, slaughters everyone in the house, leaves the bodies to rot and flees Egypt on the first flight out of Cairo. The ordeal took less than sixty minutes. It had been four years of perfect planning. Plotting out every possible scenario, every single one, every instance in which something could of gone wrong in which Sasori created something to make sure it went right. Sasori is eighteen when he ruthlessly kills his family, nineteen when he hollows out the insides of a stranger and lines them roughly with woods, metals, plastics, and preservatives, and creates his first puppet, and twenty when he makes his second.)

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[info]antisaints
2008-02-03 04:09 am UTC (link)
By the time Sasori hits 30 his body had finally matured to one of someone who could pass as 16 or 17 – his growth rate still incredibly slow, having slowed further being deprived of his medications. It was, still, abrupt that he entered the Medical field. (But really, it wasn't. He was exactly 25 when he graduated top of his glass in school, and became a well practiced surgeon quickly. He had considered being an artist for a while, his abilities to draw and create things to accompany, modify, and accentuate the human body uncanny, but his kind of distorted lust to see inside of people outweighed his love of drawing. (Because he knows the human body well.) And he moves to Japan at that age, looking into the uninteresting world of Japanese Medical as a possibility for a decent job.

(A place where everyone is dying.

Everyone can be art with a little tweaking by his own hands.

Sasori is a psychopath in every meaning of the word.)

It didn't take long for his Art and his Work to become one.

Roleplaying Information

Roleplaying Sample: Sasori stares.

“It’s your fault.”

(There’s a flash of light. The immediate reaction to the pressing of the top button on his camera, and she quivers, shaking softly in reaction to the deep Y-shaped incision in her open chest cavity, her heart pumping exasperatedly underneath her ribcage, and he pulls the pliers from the inside of his jacket, setting them down on a tray beside her, the blood that had pooled from inside of her having been collected in the Tupperware tubs beneath the surgery table.)

Click.

He'll sketch it later.

“You were asking for it.”

(Coming home with me.)

And he snaps another photograph before setting down the camera and hooking the pliers square in the gap of her ribcage, breaking the bones open and pulling them apart with too much strength for a body so undeveloped.) But Sasori is strong. (More so than he looks.) And she screams until he grows sick of the noise and shoves the hilt of a thick knife down her throat, her struggles and the sick noises of her gags something he could far more easily ignore than the high pitched yelling that had come from her throat.

“If you had just-“

(He smiles.)

“-done what I had asked, this wouldn’t have been so difficult.”

Maniac.

Journal Entry Sample: I saved someone's life today.

Another, however, died on the operating table.

(Such is the world of medical, I suppose.)

Questions Comments: Sorry it took so long. I got sick as shit this week.

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Accepted - [info]imperial_slave, 2008-02-03 04:28 am UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]hylicism, 2008-02-04 12:58 am UTC
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[info]ichizu
2008-02-03 11:09 pm UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Angie
Age: 17
AIM: that loli angel
Email: fuyuxnoxhanabi@gmail.com

Preferred Pairings: Uh. I ‘unno. D: Pein/Konan? Yah. Hawt.

Character Information
Name: Konan
Age: 20
Portrayed By: Aya Ueto *___*
Title: Princess/heiress
Aristocratic Hobbies: origami, calligraphy, tea ceremonies, flower arranging, music, archery, kendo, martial arts, etc.
History:

Konan was born the only child of a wealthy and powerful lord and his favorite of many mistresses whom he later married. Her father’s love (that seemed much more like an obsession) for his wife was so great, that after her mother’s death Konan was treated as the most important possession he’d owned. Since she belonged to him, Konan’s father wanted her to be perfect, even more so than her mother. He did not want anyone to associate his daughter with such words as “whore”, “unintelligent”, or “weak” for that would reflect negatively upon himself and she was all he had left of his late wife. Not only did he want for her to be a beautiful, talented, sophisticated woman, but he also wanted for her to be well taken care of even after he lies in his death bed.

Since the age of fourteen, Konan’s father had introduced her to suitor after suitor for years to come. Although he was selfish in that he wanted so many things for Konan that she did not like, want, or appreciate, he wanted her to be happy with the man that he would leave her to be with for the whole of her life. (This made Konan laugh; Her father would allow her to pick one of many shitty suitors but would not allow her to decide what she would wear for the day for herself.) It was very unlikely that she would ever marry because one) as a grown woman she felt she was perfectly capable of watching over herself, two) none of the men her father would introduce to her piqued her interest in the least, and three) the one man that she would die for was not acceptable in her father’s eyes for whatever reason that may have been.

After waiting four long years for her to choose her own suitor, her father had become impatient and chose the man he felt would be best for her. This man made her absolutely sick to the point that she wanted to kill herself just to get away from him and whatever other duties she had as her father‘s daughter. She had actually attempted to do so but failed every time for varying reasons. The last time she had failed in her attempt to commit suicide, her reason was to stay with the one man her father would not stand for her to be with. She decided that she did not care what her father said or thought or who he tried to marry her off to. The only person she would ever devote herself to was Pein, and if she truly had to spend her life with anyone, it would be Pein and only Pein.

In order to have the one thing she desired most, two people were to be out of the picture. Her father and her fiancée. After much calculating and planning and plotting, by the time she had turned nineteen Konan ridded herself of the two men she hated most. Having blood on her hands did not bother her much if at all, and she was elated to have off-ed her own father and fiancée on her own.

With those two obstacles “mysteriously” out of the way, Konan was free to do as she desired. For the most part it was to go to college of her own accord, to be with Pein, and to make the rest of her own choices. She would occasionally spill some blood for the sake of keeping her sanity (regardless of how ironic that is), but her life was usually a bit peaceful. The not-so-peaceful side of her life was attending to jobs that only a member of the Akatsuki would attend to.

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[info]ichizu
2008-02-03 11:10 pm UTC (link)
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Although she hated to be around most other people and strangers no less, Konan enjoyed taking public transportation. It was a nice change from taking a private car that she felt she was always forced to do. What was wrong with walking? Or talking the bus or the train? What was wrong with trying to do the opposite of what her father wanted to be done? Absolutely nothing now that he was gone and for good. The thought of that always put a small smile on her face and a wide, happy one in her heart.

She liked doing what her father would never allow her to do, but with that came some…issues. The men were worst scum than her late fiancée, always trying to get a peak down her blouse or up her skirt. That she could deal with. It annoyed her greatly, but she could deal with it. When it came to the touching and crude remarks, however…this brought out a side of Konan that she liked to reserve for “work“. A side that sometimes she couldn’t quite control. The one man continuing to feel up her thigh and whisper atrociously sweet nothings into her ear was deserving of what was coming to him though. She wouldn’t regret it if he didn’t deserve it, but the fact that he continued to act in such a manner made the deathly feeling in her heart all the more enjoyable for Konan.

He seemed to follow her off of the bus. Wonderful. Just wonderful. At this point, she’d begun to flirt back with him, not because she was interested. She’d slit her own throat if she ever found herself attracted to a disgusting, middle-aged man of his status. No, this was so she could lure him in, and lure him in she did.

Around the corner, into an alley, than another, than another, and stop. She wondered why they’d never asked why she had lead them so far, but men were stupid that way she supposed. Oh so very stupid.
Journal Entry Sample:

Sometimes I find myself not wanting to pick up a pen and pad to write my thoughts in. Sometimes it’s just much too troublesome, especially since I could just as easily type my thoughts at the desk. So I decided to create this little…journal thing. Keeping all my thoughts on one word pad file would suffice, but I really adore these blogging sites. Perhaps I can coerce Pein into making one. Hm.

Questions:

Man. I hope it’s okay I ended the rp sample like that because…it’d just end with him killing the guy and I really didn’t feel like writing that part. Other than the fact that I‘m tired, that‘s just gruesome. >>;

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Accepted - [info]imperial_slave, 2008-02-04 05:05 am UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]foldingpaper, 2008-02-04 08:49 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]imperial_harlot, 2008-02-05 05:39 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]foldingpaper, 2008-02-06 02:09 am UTC

[info]trainreckk
2008-02-04 06:29 am UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Andy.
Age: Seventeen.
AIM: LoonyMoony7.
Email: LoonyMoony7@verizon.net
Preferred Pairings: Whatever goes.

Character Information
Name: Rock Lee
Age: Seventeen.
Portrayed By: Brian Joo.
Title: Commoner.
Aristocratic Hobbies: Since you said aristocratic, and technically… He enjoys jujutsu. Very, very, very much.
History: The difference between Lee and many of both his aristocratic and common acquaintances is that he had a fairly normal upbringing with fairly normal parents in a fairly normal home in a fairly normal neighborhood. There was hardly ever a dramatic moment in his young life, and he was perfectly content with it that way.

But life doesn’t tend to always go smoothly. In fact, it seems to purposely set out to mess things up, if only to point and laugh.

Things began to change the moment Lee entered school. He’d always been an average boy, but going to a school that was anything but average made him reconsider many things. While he may have been proud to be who he was, a commoner in every sense of the word, being surrounded by royal geniuses made him strive all the more to be something other than just Rock Lee, Thick-Eyebrows, and “Oh-Hey-Umm-What’s-Your-Name-Again?”. Perhaps he couldn’t compete against the intelligence of the brilliant geniuses the private academy had to offer, but he could try. And when that didn’t work out to well, he threw all his efforts into the after-school jujutsu classes he took outside of school, near his home in Shinjuku.

It was only a matter of time before his dedication and hard work molded him into an exemplary jujutsu master.

Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Lee was strolling along in the park, observing the turning leaves and the bustling green life that was emerging from winter sleep. Youth, brimming with life, was clearly displayed all around, and he was hardly bothered by the stinging wind as he rubbed his hands together, friction forming warmth.

A beautiful day, despite the cold. Even so, the cold could not keep him away from observing true, blossoming beauty. Blossoming beauty of—

There was a strangled cry and he turned sharply towards the noise. A young girl with pigtails wailed, tears spilling from her eyes. He bounded towards her, worry written clearly in his eyes. What could have possibly upset the girl so much? There were birds in the air, flowers threatening to burst to life—

“My cat!” she howled, pointing at a tree.

He paused, only a few steps away from her now, to stare at the tree. A few rustling branches showed him what he was looking for. An orange tail flickered in and out of view and he furrowed his thick brows together, forming a perfect V.

“I’ll get your cat for you!” he assured her, determination and adrenaline running through his veins.

A girl’s cat was in trouble! It was his duty to save it! He was going to be a hero.

“Yosh!” And he set to work.


Journal Entry Sample: I saved a kitten in a tree today! I managed to protect youth while still managing not to be late for school.

I don’t know what the girl was doing with her cat at the park, but I don’t ask questions when a life is in danger!

Now, I have to go back to my exercise. I’ll start with one thousand push ups, followed by three thousand crunches! I know I can do it!
Questions: LEE~ *___*

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Accepted
[info]imperial_slave
2008-02-05 05:26 am UTC (link)
You are accepted into the Imperial Palace.

- Create Rock Lee's journal.
- Join [info]imperial_empire, [info]imperial_events and [info]imperial_palace
- Friend add here.
- Write up posts for his journal and the Imperial Empire.
- Reply to the location's suggestions post for housing.
- Reply to the in-character contact information post.
- Reply to this comment once you are done.

Answers: You still applied, so I'm content that you managed to get your application through.

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Re: Accepted - [info]yooosh, 2008-02-06 05:18 am UTC
app is a GO! Naruto 1/3
[info]ficklevalentine
2008-02-08 09:07 am UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: alice!
Age: 16.
AIM: inabird costume
Email: artofthevalentine@gmail.com
Preferred Pairings: Hmmm...umm...yeah, whoever. OPEN LOVE!

Character Information
Name: Uzumaki Naruto!
Age: 16.
Portrayed By: ...Charlie Hunnam? Actor. (I am willing to take suggestions on this one, but he's my fall-back-on guy.)
Title: Heir.
Aristocratic Hobbies: It's Naruto. What aristocratic hobbies?! Let's go with martial arts, training, and calligraphy.

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app is a GO! Naruto 2/3
[info]ficklevalentine
2008-02-08 09:19 am UTC (link)
History: Naruto lost his royal status and parents the day after he was born.

It was never something Naruto's remaining relatives talked about and Naruto never liked asking. It was rumored his father died protecting one of the Kages from a foreign attack but it sounds too much like some kind of fairytale and the hyperactive blond would much rather know the truth than believe a child's bedtime story. Still, he grew up without them and he didn't, couldn't, think much of it. (He's grown now and he's done crying over missing memories.) Besides, everyone always assumed he was an orphan anyway and whether his parents were alive somewhere or not, he'd grown to accept his orphan status as truth.

He grew up in his family's large Seal Shop with ink and hushed whispers. (No one ever spoke of his father, period, but they always referred to his mother as though she were dead. She was an honorable lady, Naruto...) The family business was calligraphy; creating seals for royal families and Kages. They created signs, plaques, studied and copied ancient seals, and owned ancient parchments with sometimes undecipherable writing that Naruto swore looked like dots and half circles and squiggly lines pretending to be words.

All the ancient parchments owned by the Uzumaki clan were worth triple their weight in gold. Simply because of their historical significance and context. They were kept in a temperature controlled safe underneath their shop that no one outside the family knew even existed. (Which coincidentally, Naruto wasn't allowed into, although that hardly stopped him.) This fortune was probably the only thing keeping the Uzumaki clan nobility, and the relatives and Naruto's legal guardians wanted to pawn it off. The only thing stopping them from doing so was the will Naruto's father had left, signed Uzumaki Y.

In smooth, hurried writing, on a wilting paper, he had left the fortune and business to one Uzumaki Naruto (his son, his prodigy, his legacy, he wrote) and no one else.

Naruto had only seen this will once (when he was seven) before a variety of legal actions were taken, cases opened, courts adjourned, and calls made until the law finally declared that Naruto would be able to claim his fortune at eighteen and not one minute sooner. His relatives were outraged of course, that such a vast wealth would be left to an indisciplined orphaned brat with little class, manners or respect.

Many of them left.

But a couple of good heart stayed to help educate some noble traits into the 7-year-old blond (his Aunt and Uncle Ruhi, with little success naturally). They also taught him as much of calligraphy and seal-making as they knew which wasn’t much, but Naruto, despite being born with a hand for fighting and not writing, was always willing to learn. (For this reason, his uncle and aunt encourage him to attend the private academy to learn more so he can continue the business.)

Despite the mysterious prestige the Uzumaki family still obtained, Naruto was treated fairly normally in school. He was invited to social gatherings, but hardly to important social events. He was the class clown and some people liked him and others hated him. It was nothing new, he had grown up with bullies who reminded him constantly of his missing parents and he grew up with some friends who laughed at his stupid jokes and grew to admire him. It was tough, of course it was, and it never has stopped or ever will stop being hard for him.

Sometimes he wondered if his parents were dead. Sometimes he wondered if his dad was some kind of hero or if his mom really was an honorable lady. He stayed up at night and wondered why they weren't there. He wondered and he got nowhere and nothing was accomplished and nothing was left except why, why, why and only once was it why me? but only once. Because Naruto is Naruto. And private school, money, nobility or not, he knew he would not have been the same person he is now had they been there.

And maybe that's a good thing.

(He's not sure, yet.
He still wants those missing memories.)

But maybe it was for the best, maybe his dad was someone's hero and his mom an honorable lady like everyone likes to say. (It doesn't hurt any less, but, he doesn't think it ever will.)

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app is a GO! Naruto 3/3 - [info]ficklevalentine, 2008-02-08 09:21 am UTC
acceptance is a GO! - [info]imperial_slave, 2008-02-09 07:12 pm UTC
Re: acceptance is a GO! - [info]sealed_heir, 2008-02-12 05:53 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]imperial_harlot, 2008-02-13 06:16 am UTC

[info]parttime_job
2008-02-10 02:52 pm UTC (link)
Player Information
Name: Shaki
Age: 15
AIM: stepontheground
Email: brooding_tomatoes@yahoo.com
Preferred Pairings: Anything would be just fine. Though, er, for some odd, odd reason KabuSai would be awesome.

Character Information
Name: Sai
Age: presumably 16
Portrayed By: Kim Jung Hoon
Title: Commoner
Aristocratic Hobbies: Ukiyo-e, calligraphy, drawing, and painting.
History:Sai had, well, never been an ordinary boy.

He had been an orphan from the beginning. Or, if he'd had a family back then, he'd forgotten about them. After all, he had nothing that came from them. No locket with worn-out pictures of his family or, at the very least, his parents. No symbolic ring or rosary. Nothing at all.

He was adopted by a fierce-looking man when he was around six-years-old. He always had the option whether or not he would like to go with the man — the lady who ran the orphanage had gotten quite attached to him. But he'd went with the man. He didn't know why, but there was just something that compelled him to.

Then again, Sai was an odd boy.

The man that had gotten him from the orphanage was a former politician who had the deepest of ties with the military. And Sai was raised just as if he was on his way to becoming a part of the military.

He wasn't treated like a son, but everyone knew that he was the man's, Danzou-sama's, favorite as he was the only one who could call him Danzou-san and not get harmed at all. An honorific lower than sama.

He wasn't bothered to be showed love to — but there was a certain degree of pride and appreciation — and he also wasn't bothered to be taught basic mannerism norms. At least mannerisms that were outside social graces. In other words, he was hopeless when it came to informal mingling with others. Very much so. He was also hopeless with his own facial expressions. His own feelings, to be more exact.

Danzou-san had only centered on education, intellect, and strength.

And Sai had never bothered knowing about how to interact with people. At least that was until he'd been informed that he would be going to school.

There went private schooling.

He'd gotten interested in the way that the students there reacted to each other. Adoring smiles, violent punches. He wanted to learn more about them.

Unfortunately, as he'd gotten by sixteen years of his life without ever displaying any real emotions, as he was just that deprived, his quest about feelings and bonds always ended up being rather horrific. For others.

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[info]parttime_job
2008-02-10 02:55 pm UTC (link)
Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: Charcoal. They were to use charcoal today. Sai could already foretell that it would be messy. The Art teacher didn't like messy artwork so it had come off as a bit of a surprise to him. The woman was conforming them to some sort of art movement. Though Sai oft wondered what sort of art wasn't messy. Nothing in the world was perfect.

They also had a male model today. A nude one. This was also something odd.

Everyone knew that the Art teacher wasn't... someone who did nude models. She was a conservative person through and through — she wore long-sleeved turtlenecks and long, long skirts and boots all throughout the year. Even the least bit of skin was something that made her go red with anger.

There were so many odd things today that it made Sai wonder what the day had in store for him. (Was he, perhaps, actually learning optimism today? It wasn't in his schedule.)

Back to the nude model then.

Sai thought that there was something very odd about the model. There was a lack of the penis he'd thought. Sai would forever be in his phallic stage. And it didn't seem as if he minded it at all. Despite the depressing lower figure of the model, Sai continued to draw him.
Journal Entry Sample: We obtained a new model today. And lost him five hours later. Approximately around an hour after class ended. I did not know that it took an hour for resignation letters to be looked at and approved by the administration.

Saito-san tells me that it's because I was staring too hard.

I do not know what's so bad about staring too hard. After all, I am merely trying to get each and every detail correctly. It is a form of professionalism. I wonder how hard that is to understand. I'm able to understand it and the family — it is a very odd word, but Danzou-san told me to use it — tells me that I don't understand a lot of things about society.

It was also such a pity. The model was the first male that we had gotten that agreed to let us paint him in the nude.

Though I am beginning to think that the reason for him going away is that he wasn't truly a man. I'd thought that it wasn't big enough.
Questions: I've always wondered about this, but, ah is it alright if, in the Journal Entry Sample, the reason why the character has a journal is implied? Or would it have to be somewhat more concrete? And, er, I'm not quite sure what, based on this History, Sai's title could be.
... You're most likely going to, ah, not accept this because this is made of fail? I've already gotten through HTML failure after all. ._.

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Accepted - [info]imperial_slave, 2008-02-11 12:33 pm UTC
Re: Accepted - [info]sweet_chinko, 2008-02-12 04:21 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]imperial_harlot, 2008-02-13 06:17 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]sweet_chinko, 2008-02-15 01:42 pm UTC
THE DEIDARA APPLICATION
[info]tango_of_doom
2008-02-12 09:05 pm UTC (link)
u>Character Information</u>
Name: Deidara
Age: 27
Portrayed By: Miku; vocalist of AnCafe
Title: Common
Aristocratic Hobbies: mixing explosives, blowing buildings to peices, creating bombs, makng fires, [insert pyrotechnic activity here], these aren't very aristrocratic, but shut up
History: Deidara's life and personality is described by one word, and one word only. (Explosive.) From the time he was born, everything had been an explosion of everything. His very mother (a whore, who'd expect an less, it wasn't as if Deidara cared much, for any of his "family") was shot by his father, who sent him away to the academy. (Deidara is a very angry person, by nature.)

The same academy that Uchiha Itachi was sent to and the same Akatsuki that he was tricked into joining not long after he had blew up the second corridor on the fifth floor. (The day Deidara had failed, he was very angry that day. Uchiha Itachi - the epitome of hatred. One day Deidara is going to kill Uchiha Itachi and he is going to make that man fear him in exactly the same way Deidara had feared him. Still fears him because-) Uchiha Itachi drives him crazy. Deidara's only protection besides his armory that he keeps undereath the floorboards of his and Sasori's apartment is his ability to lash out in absolute anger. He calls the products of his anger his Art. Deidara has loved things that blow into a million fucking bits since he killed his father when he was twelve years old.

Running from foster home to foster home, Deidara was never kept in the 'circle of goodness' for much long. The academy wasn't a place of acedemic success, but rather a drug house and someplace for Deidara to fuck. Anything for some cash to buy some nitro. Deidara made the sacrifices in order to keep from being a bum on the side of the streets. Deidara survived. (This is the most interesting aspect out of Deidara's life. His survival rate from everything. From the explosions to Akatsuki, from possible STD's to death. Deidara has survived everthing and he emerges from the smoke with a grin on his face because-) He was the best fuck in Tokyo.

After the academy-

The rest is history.

Roleplaying Information
Roleplaying Sample: (Something stirs.)

It is excitement
that wakes Deidara in the middle of the night. The smell of pre-chaotic doom that he will personally unleash unto Tokyo. (It is what keeps him awake and, most importantly, alive. Because Deidara cannot survive without the thrill of-) The smell of nitrogen and orange juice concentrate and something else that he will mix to make nitroglycerin. It's all too sweet of a recipe and one that he has made for years. It is the smell of-

pre-death.

pre-explosions.

And he loves the rush that it gives him at three o'clock in the morning- lights not (ever) turned off because Sasori does not sleep- while he's still in his bed, staring at the ceiling(fan spinning 'round and 'round. Like a merry-go-round of death waiting for some idiot to just stick their pretty little head up there. Perhaps Itachi.) The sheets are entangled within his legs and the weight of his scope is relieved (it sits on his bedside table along with a pack of smokes) for just that moment.

(It's hot.)
Journal Entry Sample: THAT BITCH IS GOING TO DIE. I will personally castrate her dogs and make her fucking eat them. I am not happy.
Questions: Nnnnooope!

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THE DEIDARA ACCEPTION
[info]imperial_slave
2008-02-13 06:32 am UTC (link)
You are accepted into the Imperial Palace.

- Create Deidara's journal.
- Join [info]imperial_empire, [info]imperial_events, [info]imperial_palace
- Friend add here.
- Write up posts for his journal and the Imperial Empire.
- Reply to the location's suggestions post for housing.
- Reply to the in-character contact information post.
- Reply to this comment once you are done.

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Re: THE DEIDARA ACCEPTION - [info]catalyses, 2008-02-14 01:24 am UTC

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