Post by Ayame-san on Jan 9, 2006 21:09:54 GMT -5
Name: Allison
Age: Sixteen
Character you are applying for: Ayame Sohma
How much experience do you have?: Well, in Role Playing, about two or three years.
How often can you role play?: Almost daily.
How much of Fruits Basket (either anime or manga, but this is an anime based roleplay) have you seen/read?: Well, I've seen all the anime, and am currently on chapter 106 in volume 18 of the manga.
Please supply a sample post of the character you are applying for, at least nine or ten sentences long.:
((Well, here goes...))
Brushing a strand of long silvery hair from his golden eyes, Ayame Sohma carefully removed a pin from the skirt of his newest creation--a traditional black-and-white maid's outfit, with a bit of a modern touch. He delighted in working quietly on these sunny Sunday afternoons--and today, there wasn't much business.
Currently seated in the back room of his store at his worktable, he could hear the rhythmic humming of his assistant Mine Kuramae from the main room as she stocked shelves. He leaned back, then stood up, stretching. That outfit wasn't needed for another week--he had plenty of time to laze about until then.
The first thought that crossed his mind just then was to make a phone call to Hatori, and bother the good doctor to no end with his babbling.
The second idea was to pay a visit to Shigure's home, and bother his younger brother with his babbling.
Whichever option he chose, he would be bugging someone.
Not that Ayame minded. It was, to him, as much of a job as designing clothes, or managing his shop. He simply couldn't let Hatori, or Shigure, or Yuki alone, lest they forget about him.
He smoothed a fold in the outfit he'd chosen for that day--a deep plum over-robe with silver trim, with a light grey frock under it.
He smiled confidently, before grabbing his trusty cell phone (complete with a rat key chain), and heading into the main room of his store. "Mine-chan!" He called over his shoulder as he opened the door. "I'm going out for a bit! I should be back later! If not, please close up for me!" And with that, and a flourish--as was his style--he exited. Though, whether to visit a certain clinic at Sohma House, or to call on a novelist in a secluded home in the woods, none could be sure but him.
((Whew! Finished! Well, I hope you liked it!))
Age: Sixteen
Character you are applying for: Ayame Sohma
How much experience do you have?: Well, in Role Playing, about two or three years.
How often can you role play?: Almost daily.
How much of Fruits Basket (either anime or manga, but this is an anime based roleplay) have you seen/read?: Well, I've seen all the anime, and am currently on chapter 106 in volume 18 of the manga.
Please supply a sample post of the character you are applying for, at least nine or ten sentences long.:
((Well, here goes...))
Brushing a strand of long silvery hair from his golden eyes, Ayame Sohma carefully removed a pin from the skirt of his newest creation--a traditional black-and-white maid's outfit, with a bit of a modern touch. He delighted in working quietly on these sunny Sunday afternoons--and today, there wasn't much business.
Currently seated in the back room of his store at his worktable, he could hear the rhythmic humming of his assistant Mine Kuramae from the main room as she stocked shelves. He leaned back, then stood up, stretching. That outfit wasn't needed for another week--he had plenty of time to laze about until then.
The first thought that crossed his mind just then was to make a phone call to Hatori, and bother the good doctor to no end with his babbling.
The second idea was to pay a visit to Shigure's home, and bother his younger brother with his babbling.
Whichever option he chose, he would be bugging someone.
Not that Ayame minded. It was, to him, as much of a job as designing clothes, or managing his shop. He simply couldn't let Hatori, or Shigure, or Yuki alone, lest they forget about him.
He smoothed a fold in the outfit he'd chosen for that day--a deep plum over-robe with silver trim, with a light grey frock under it.
He smiled confidently, before grabbing his trusty cell phone (complete with a rat key chain), and heading into the main room of his store. "Mine-chan!" He called over his shoulder as he opened the door. "I'm going out for a bit! I should be back later! If not, please close up for me!" And with that, and a flourish--as was his style--he exited. Though, whether to visit a certain clinic at Sohma House, or to call on a novelist in a secluded home in the woods, none could be sure but him.
((Whew! Finished! Well, I hope you liked it!))