SAMPLES First Person: video post - [At first there is nothing but a close up of Cat primping, but not much before he furrows his brow and pulls back.]
Now that I'm looking good, I've got a question for you monkeys! Who's idea of a joke is this?
[No, no, he's not talking about the fact that he's been kidnapped. Instead he's facing the camera to the closet in the master bedroom and then turning it back to his own face.]
How's anyone supposed to fit anything in here? This isn't even enough room for my shoes, man!
[He leans in again, rather serious now.]
Someone better tell me where my luggage is too, no way I'm walking around in the same outfit for more than a day.
[That's the perfect moment for a cheeky smile, his fang ever so noticeable.]
Not that I don't look gorgeous in it, but I wouldn't want to ruin the show for all the ladies out there!
[Nope, nevermind that his crew members aren't anywhere to be seen. All he cares about is how pretty he is. With that he shuts down the feed, but not before another moment of primping as the screen goes black.]
Third Person: He'd spent most of his morning creeping about the house, jumping from around corners and making himself look big before he finally realised he was on his own. After a moment, or more like an hour, of primping in the hallway mirror he spotted the doorway to the kitchen. It did seem like it was about time to eat, Cat meandering in while rubbing his hands together. And there he was, staring up at the glorious box positioned against the wall. That first sniff at it before he cleared his throat.
"Fish."
He waited a moment before his brow furrowed, Cat leaning in to sniff at it again.
"Hey man, you broken or something? I said 'fish'!"
There was an impatient tap of his foot against the kitchen floor before he finally leaned in and pressed his ear against the fridge. It was doing something, that was for sure. He couldn't quite put his finger on it though, some sort of hummy thing. He stepped back again, frowning before he finally reached out to pull open the door. Progress? Something like that, unless you were unfortunate enough to hear the words that came out of his mouth next.
"What kind of a machine is this, making me do all the work?" Disgraceful, that's what it was. He certainly had found the food, now if only he could figure out how to cook it.
OTHER Housing Request?: None! PUT HIM WHERE YOU WANT. I weep for his family. Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes and Yes! Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Unscreening is a-okay with me!
ACCEPTED Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1462 in Holly Heights, with a spouse 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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First Person: video post -
[At first there is nothing but a close up of Cat primping, but not much before he furrows his brow and pulls back.]
Now that I'm looking good, I've got a question for you monkeys! Who's idea of a joke is this?
[No, no, he's not talking about the fact that he's been kidnapped. Instead he's facing the camera to the closet in the master bedroom and then turning it back to his own face.]
How's anyone supposed to fit anything in here? This isn't even enough room for my shoes, man!
[He leans in again, rather serious now.]
Someone better tell me where my luggage is too, no way I'm walking around in the same outfit for more than a day.
[That's the perfect moment for a cheeky smile, his fang ever so noticeable.]
Not that I don't look gorgeous in it, but I wouldn't want to ruin the show for all the ladies out there!
[Nope, nevermind that his crew members aren't anywhere to be seen. All he cares about is how pretty he is. With that he shuts down the feed, but not before another moment of primping as the screen goes black.]
Third Person:
He'd spent most of his morning creeping about the house, jumping from around corners and making himself look big before he finally realised he was on his own. After a moment, or more like an hour, of primping in the hallway mirror he spotted the doorway to the kitchen. It did seem like it was about time to eat, Cat meandering in while rubbing his hands together. And there he was, staring up at the glorious box positioned against the wall. That first sniff at it before he cleared his throat.
"Fish."
He waited a moment before his brow furrowed, Cat leaning in to sniff at it again.
"Hey man, you broken or something? I said 'fish'!"
There was an impatient tap of his foot against the kitchen floor before he finally leaned in and pressed his ear against the fridge. It was doing something, that was for sure. He couldn't quite put his finger on it though, some sort of hummy thing. He stepped back again, frowning before he finally reached out to pull open the door. Progress? Something like that, unless you were unfortunate enough to hear the words that came out of his mouth next.
"What kind of a machine is this, making me do all the work?" Disgraceful, that's what it was. He certainly had found the food, now if only he could figure out how to cook it.
OTHER
Housing Request?: None! PUT HIM WHERE YOU WANT. I weep for his family.
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes and Yes!
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Unscreening is a-okay with me!
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1462 in Holly Heights, with a spouse slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
I hope you enjoy your stay here!