Abilites: Stocking has the ability to transform stockings into swords (this is shown as her own stockings, however, but implied that ANY stockings can transform). They are her primary source of weaponry and she has trained to become damn good at wielding them. The swords do not harm humans and instead effect the ghosts she is sent out to destroy.
Other: N/A
SAMPLES First Person:
[ There's only a bit of static before the camera flicks to life. There's no significant scenery, just a dark purple color fixated into the view. That shifts and it becomes obvious it was the ends of long straight hair. Pulling back further, the video shows off the curvy body of an unknown female. Yes, breast shots even if only briefly. A young face is shown looking displeased at the camera. ]
Is this recording? Okay, it has to be. The red light is flashing more than Panty at a party...
[ A small pause and she takes a deep breath, regaining her composure and showing a calming nature. The tiniest of smiles shows over her lips before her voice hits the airwaves: ]
So, which one of you dim-witted little shits are going to tell me what's going on? This isn't Daten City and these sweets --
[ Oh, look, she has a saucer with a small cup of chocolate pudding in it. ]
are on the same level as dog shit. I expect a refund for such horrible food as well as an explanation.
[ Pause. ]
I'm waiting.
Third Person:
The rows of stocked goods at the supermarket was enough to make Stocking's eyes roll. There was enough organization in the place for her to navigate quickly, noting which lanes were for steroid junkies (the frozen meat section), anorexic whores (the diet section), and for the best people in the city (the desert aisle). Powdered cake mix lined the shelves, brightly colored cardboard boxes keeping the contents wrapped up like it was Christmas. She gripped onto the tops of the shopping cart, pushing it slowly as her eyes scanned the aisle.
"Strawberry... Vanilla... Chocolate..." Stocking would list off as she pushed her cart, which was brimming with other sweet items, down the aisle, "Velvet... Cream Cheese... Pumpkin Spice..."
Although her tongue lashed upon her lips in delight at the items she saw, she did not find what she was looking for.
"Where is the Jean-Paul Heaven mix? It's an exclusive offer..." Stocking gnashed her teeth silently, "It was appearing in Daten City this week! No. No no noooo. It has to be here! There's no way..."
But.
No.
Her eyes burned with fire as she looked over the countless boxes. No. No. NO! It wasn't here!
With a sudden slam, her foot would kick almost a whole shelf of products off, causing it to rain cake mix in her scorn.
"Stupid fucking town! It's going to fucking pay for ruining this for me! Holly Heights, you're on my shit list."
Was all she grumbled to herself before ditching the cart of goods completely and storming out.
OTHER Housing Request?: Nope. Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes! Would you like your application screened: You can unscreen it!
REVISION REQUEST Your app is looking great so far! However, there are some changes to be made before full acceptance can be given:
Please decide on an exact or approximate age for Stocking. Since teenager could mean either an adult or child slot here, it is very important to establish if she's in her late or early teens and if she is possibly 18 or 19 instead of 16 or 17.
If you decide that she's 18 or 19, please provide an explanation of her orientation.
Please reply with your changes within three days time. Thank you!
ACCEPTED Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1470 in Holly Heights, with a child slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
Comment back with the journal you'll be using for your character so that they can be accepted into the communities.
Create an IC Mailbox post on your characters journal that is not friends only. You are also free to treat this as an information holding post with your character's family and address listed if you wish.
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Abilites: Stocking has the ability to transform stockings into swords (this is shown as her own stockings, however, but implied that ANY stockings can transform). They are her primary source of weaponry and she has trained to become damn good at wielding them. The swords do not harm humans and instead effect the ghosts she is sent out to destroy.
Other: N/A
SAMPLES
First Person:
[ There's only a bit of static before the camera flicks to life. There's no significant scenery, just a dark purple color fixated into the view. That shifts and it becomes obvious it was the ends of long straight hair. Pulling back further, the video shows off the curvy body of an unknown female. Yes, breast shots even if only briefly. A young face is shown looking displeased at the camera. ]
Is this recording? Okay, it has to be. The red light is flashing more than Panty at a party...
[ A small pause and she takes a deep breath, regaining her composure and showing a calming nature. The tiniest of smiles shows over her lips before her voice hits the airwaves: ]
So, which one of you dim-witted little shits are going to tell me what's going on? This isn't Daten City and these sweets --
[ Oh, look, she has a saucer with a small cup of chocolate pudding in it. ]
are on the same level as dog shit. I expect a refund for such horrible food as well as an explanation.
[ Pause. ]
I'm waiting.
Third Person:
The rows of stocked goods at the supermarket was enough to make Stocking's eyes roll. There was enough organization in the place for her to navigate quickly, noting which lanes were for steroid junkies (the frozen meat section), anorexic whores (the diet section), and for the best people in the city (the desert aisle). Powdered cake mix lined the shelves, brightly colored cardboard boxes keeping the contents wrapped up like it was Christmas. She gripped onto the tops of the shopping cart, pushing it slowly as her eyes scanned the aisle.
"Strawberry... Vanilla... Chocolate..." Stocking would list off as she pushed her cart, which was brimming with other sweet items, down the aisle, "Velvet... Cream Cheese... Pumpkin Spice..."
Although her tongue lashed upon her lips in delight at the items she saw, she did not find what she was looking for.
"Where is the Jean-Paul Heaven mix? It's an exclusive offer..." Stocking gnashed her teeth silently, "It was appearing in Daten City this week! No. No no noooo. It has to be here! There's no way..."
But.
No.
Her eyes burned with fire as she looked over the countless boxes. No. No. NO! It wasn't here!
With a sudden slam, her foot would kick almost a whole shelf of products off, causing it to rain cake mix in her scorn.
"Stupid fucking town! It's going to fucking pay for ruining this for me! Holly Heights, you're on my shit list."
Was all she grumbled to herself before ditching the cart of goods completely and storming out.
OTHER
Housing Request?: Nope.
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes!
Would you like your application screened: You can unscreen it!
Revision Request
Your app is looking great so far! However, there are some changes to be made before full acceptance can be given:
Please reply with your changes within three days time. Thank you!
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Let's go with Stocking as a 16 or 17 year old, considering her canon shows her attending high school (even if undercover).
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1470 in Holly Heights, with a child slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
I hope you enjoy your stay here!