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Character applications [Sep. 9th, 2006|02:13 am]
PsyClone - A Star Wars Republic Commando RPG
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To join psyclone_rpg, please post your application here. A moderator will contact you. Thank you for your interest!
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[User Picture]From: tehjai
2006-09-10 10:24 pm (UTC)
Your Name: Jai
Email: jai_muise@hotmail.com
AIM: Jai With Broom

Character being applied: RC-1262 "Scorch"
Journal name: exploding_wit
Physical Description (n/a if clone): Sexy, just like all clones.
Short psychological description: Scorch is an extremely happy-go-lucky soldier with a vaguely morbid wit who lives to do his job. He finds what he does immensely thrilling and a little bit fun - and he knows he's good at it. His attitude ranges from fun-loving to cocky, and all the levels of arrogance in between. In short, he's a fun guy to be around.

Example of First Person Post (at least four or five sentences):
People have always asked me why I have a thing for explosives. Why blow stuff up, they ask, when you could shoot them instead? My answer to that is that a shot to the heart is neither as loud nor as brilliant as a hunk of thermal going boom. Or it could be that I just love to see little bits of people and droid fly everywhere. Whichever. Take the pick that makes you feel best.

Example of Third-Person Post:

Scorch dodged the severed head of a battle droid, looking over his shoulder and smirking as he watched it bounce.

"See?" he said to nobody in particular over his comlink. "Droids do bounce!"

"Would you -" He could hear Fixer's voice taking on its oh shut up NOW tone.

"Can it, yeah, yeah. Lighten up, would you?" He launched himself forward, Deece in hand, blasting a few more droids out of his way. His target was a large steel door that was about ten metres ahead. Scorch breached this distance easily, and actually found himself whistling as he took a charge from his belt and fastened it to the door. He pressed his fingers to the det, engaging its timer sequence, and moved to the side, pressing his back against the wall. Fixer and Sev were on the other side, likewise covering themselves from the blast that would come. Boss stayed a little bit out front, ready to shoot whatever lay on the other side of the door.

All in a day's work, Scorch mused as the charge went off, and in they went...
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-10 11:54 pm (UTC)
Alright, you're all set!!
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