yanadelay
Level 3
IGN: KimsLostEarring
List your discord name and tag (name#0000): nolannn#4860
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord? Yes!
Your time zone and current country of residence: EST & Canada
Link any previous community team applications if applicable: N/A
Do you recognize you could be removed from the community team? Yes, I am fully aware.
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team. I will find myself occupied with school and my part-time job, though I will ensure that time will be made to aid in the development of the School Roleplay lore.
What makes you passionate about writing?: I have always enjoyed writing, whether it be for personal pleasure or for education-based papers such as essays or creative writing pieces. I feel like writing really helps in the expression of one’s self. The author is free to make the writing however they like and the topics are endless! I am passionate about writing as it can contain many stories to be told. The creative freedom is typically endless.
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?: Yes! I have written many creative writing pieces in the past and really enjoy that specific form of writing as the sky's the limit!
In your own words, give your definition of lore: Lore is like the building blocks of any fictional, non-fictional or imaginary world, there would be no history without lore. Lore explains what the visuals can’t and is a vital backbone to any successful roleplay!
WRITING PROMPTS:
RULES
#1
Summarize a character conflict, roleplay conflict, or event that you experienced (server-wide, personal, etcetera- there is no bar for how ‘interesting’ or ‘impactful’ it is). Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
The day was cheerful, not a cloud in the sky and Benji Courtenay was off to the races! With his head held high and a modest expression on his face, he was ready to face any event that may come his way.
The hospital was typically quiet and peaceful, a soft tune constantly playing over the wall-mounted speakers not too loud to distract any important performances but loud enough to notice its presence. Benji would be seen sitting at his desk, filing paperwork for the majority of the afternoon until suddenly, loud voices could be heard as their fast footsteps grew closer. Benji had not seen their faces up to this point, but the second he did his face sank. Before him were faces all too familiar, his worst fear had just come true, Benji had never wished to see the children whose care was entrusted to him and his fiance to be visiting the hospital for a reason other than saying hi. “What’s the issue?” Benji asked, trying so hard to keep his composure in front of the teenagers. They would struggle to get the words out, a panicky shake to their voice as they spoke, “It’s Momo, she appeared pale and out of touch before suddenly fainting, we don’t know what’s happening, help us please!” He moved swiftly to the girl, placing his index and middle finger just below her palm, he waited patiently for a pulse, it was very faint. “She needs an MRI, you are all welcome to wait for her while I treat her,” Benji said, noticeably shakier than before. He swiftly placed her on a gurney, taking her up many hospital floors before finally reaching the MRI scanning room. His mind was empty, his only goal was to make sure Momo was okay. The machine whirred and buzzed as her limp body lay in its center, the monitor in front of Benji slowly showed the images of her entire body. As he carefully inspected every inch of her body for answers, he noticed something pressing against the cerebral cortex of her brain. His heart sank as he saw a large, golf ball-sized aneurysm waiting to burst on her brain.
The operating room was cold and dim as Benji worked, his steady hands carefully going deeper into the patient's skull. The body before him was no longer someone he knew and cared so deeply about yet someone he had to treat, it was his job. He quickly located the aneurysm and prepared all the necessary tools to successfully remove it. He took a deep breath, knowing that this could either save or end the patient’s life. Right as he was about to remove the aneurysm, the many machines monitoring her vitals began to go off, loud beeping sounds harmonizing together, the grim reaper’s song. His panicked eyes darted down to the exposed portion of the patient’s brain, realizing the grave mistake he just made. While attempting to compose himself his eyes were closed, leaving the patient’s aneurysm unattended. During those few seconds the aneurysm burst, blood rapidly spilled out of the skull and onto the operating bed and floor. Benji froze as the patient bled out in front of him, he wanted to move but couldn’t. The beeping of the monitors slowly came to an end to emit one solid beep of a flatline. He was unsuccessful.
The walk down the shiny hospital stairs was longer than usual, maybe he was intentionally prolonging it? As his descent came to an end and he reached the main floor he took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself before facing the group of teenagers. As he walked over to the waiting area they all stood up, worry painted on their faces. He shook his head. A couple of them started crying, while the others froze in place, not able to comprehend what they had just been told. Even though the day was still considered a beautiful summer day, to Benji the world just seemed dull, the colour was gone from the world. He clocked out as soon as he could and headed to his apartment, where his sorrows would be drowned out by the glistening bottles of amber alcohol stored in his kitchen cabinet.
#2
Create a folklore tale based on an existing area in Karakura of your choosing; Tell us a story! Show us how creative you can get. Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
The monastery stood atop one of the highest cliffs in all of Karakura, towering over the city and visible to all. The age of the monastery is unknown to most, built long before even the oldest generations of the Karakura people. Many shrine maidens have come and gone over the years, tending to the shrines, keeping the monastery as neat and tidy as possible, and continuing the ways of the shrine.
There was one maiden many years ago, long before the modern ages, who was known by all, but her name remained a mystery. Each morning she could be seen standing on the entrance bridge, watching all of Karakura as the sun illuminated it. Her skin, fair and pale would shine like that of a porcelain doll in the sun's rays. Her face was youthful, though no one knew her true age, her torso was long, matching her arms and legs, giving her a very slender appearance. This maiden was known to be rather inviting and sweet to all who would visit the monastery, always willing to aid regardless of the situation, she was quite good at her job and no one could deny it.
One night, in particular, this maiden was tending to the shrine as thunder crackled and heavy rain littered the ground with loud thuds. After all of her duties were completed she retired to a small kitchen to make herself some tea, hoping to kill time as she waited out the storm. The scenery surrounding her still looked as beautiful as ever regardless of the heavy rain and ominous dark clouds looming above. Some time passed, though she did not know how much, it could have been minutes or hours since she last checked the time, though the rain was still present. A little more time passed, the only sound she could hear was that of the rain hitting the ground outside, or so she thought. Muffled under the sound of the heavy rain were the voices of other people, though she was not able to make out what they were saying or where exactly they were coming from. She quickly grabbed the nearest umbrella and braced herself for the unforgiving weather outside. “The rocks are going to be slippery,” she thought to herself as she descended down the steps of the shrine.
Minutes passed and her search of the monastery was unsuccessful thus far, all that remained was the main entrance and the bathhouse. She had been putting off the bathhouse as the steps are steep and made of stone, an unfriendly combo given the circumstances. She successfully made the climb to the bathhouse though was disappointed when she realized that it was still empty, the treacherous climb apparently being for nothing. As she made her way back to the stairs, she prepared herself for the trip back down. She was obviously nervous as she’d been advised many times to avoid these stairs during storms such as this. One. Two. Three. Four. She counted her steps down in order to take her mind off of the danger at hand. Five. Six. Seven. As she was about to step onto the eighth stair her foot slipped. Panic covered her face as she flew over the side of the cliff. Time appeared to slow down as she fell, the rain gracefully meeting her face appeared to be in slow motion. Her body went numb, she knew this was her final few seconds alive. A single tear fell from her eyes as she fell, blending in with the raindrops painting her face. When she made impact with the ground the world suddenly went black, only to suddenly show itself again but different. This was the world she was used to but why did it feel so… different?
Months passed and she began to lose any memory of her past. Her passing was considered a town tragedy, yet she had no recollection of her death at all. She spent her time wandering the forest below the shrine, searching for anyone that would pass by. Did she know why she did this? No, all she knew is that they had answers that she needed. To this day there have been reportings of a pale shrine maiden spotted in the deepest parts of the forest, though no one knows who she is, not even the other maidens.
List your discord name and tag (name#0000): nolannn#4860
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord? Yes!
Your time zone and current country of residence: EST & Canada
Link any previous community team applications if applicable: N/A
Do you recognize you could be removed from the community team? Yes, I am fully aware.
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team. I will find myself occupied with school and my part-time job, though I will ensure that time will be made to aid in the development of the School Roleplay lore.
What makes you passionate about writing?: I have always enjoyed writing, whether it be for personal pleasure or for education-based papers such as essays or creative writing pieces. I feel like writing really helps in the expression of one’s self. The author is free to make the writing however they like and the topics are endless! I am passionate about writing as it can contain many stories to be told. The creative freedom is typically endless.
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?: Yes! I have written many creative writing pieces in the past and really enjoy that specific form of writing as the sky's the limit!
In your own words, give your definition of lore: Lore is like the building blocks of any fictional, non-fictional or imaginary world, there would be no history without lore. Lore explains what the visuals can’t and is a vital backbone to any successful roleplay!
WRITING PROMPTS:
RULES
- You are expected to write in the third person, and narrate in a reliable and neutral tone. Do not focus your prompts specifically on one character’s perspective, but on a bigger picture.
- There is a 200-800 word limit that applies to both prompts. Because of flow, if you need to go a little over or under, you are permitted to, but as soon as a prompt is 100 words outside the limit, you will be automatically denied.
#1
Summarize a character conflict, roleplay conflict, or event that you experienced (server-wide, personal, etcetera- there is no bar for how ‘interesting’ or ‘impactful’ it is). Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
The day was cheerful, not a cloud in the sky and Benji Courtenay was off to the races! With his head held high and a modest expression on his face, he was ready to face any event that may come his way.
The hospital was typically quiet and peaceful, a soft tune constantly playing over the wall-mounted speakers not too loud to distract any important performances but loud enough to notice its presence. Benji would be seen sitting at his desk, filing paperwork for the majority of the afternoon until suddenly, loud voices could be heard as their fast footsteps grew closer. Benji had not seen their faces up to this point, but the second he did his face sank. Before him were faces all too familiar, his worst fear had just come true, Benji had never wished to see the children whose care was entrusted to him and his fiance to be visiting the hospital for a reason other than saying hi. “What’s the issue?” Benji asked, trying so hard to keep his composure in front of the teenagers. They would struggle to get the words out, a panicky shake to their voice as they spoke, “It’s Momo, she appeared pale and out of touch before suddenly fainting, we don’t know what’s happening, help us please!” He moved swiftly to the girl, placing his index and middle finger just below her palm, he waited patiently for a pulse, it was very faint. “She needs an MRI, you are all welcome to wait for her while I treat her,” Benji said, noticeably shakier than before. He swiftly placed her on a gurney, taking her up many hospital floors before finally reaching the MRI scanning room. His mind was empty, his only goal was to make sure Momo was okay. The machine whirred and buzzed as her limp body lay in its center, the monitor in front of Benji slowly showed the images of her entire body. As he carefully inspected every inch of her body for answers, he noticed something pressing against the cerebral cortex of her brain. His heart sank as he saw a large, golf ball-sized aneurysm waiting to burst on her brain.
The operating room was cold and dim as Benji worked, his steady hands carefully going deeper into the patient's skull. The body before him was no longer someone he knew and cared so deeply about yet someone he had to treat, it was his job. He quickly located the aneurysm and prepared all the necessary tools to successfully remove it. He took a deep breath, knowing that this could either save or end the patient’s life. Right as he was about to remove the aneurysm, the many machines monitoring her vitals began to go off, loud beeping sounds harmonizing together, the grim reaper’s song. His panicked eyes darted down to the exposed portion of the patient’s brain, realizing the grave mistake he just made. While attempting to compose himself his eyes were closed, leaving the patient’s aneurysm unattended. During those few seconds the aneurysm burst, blood rapidly spilled out of the skull and onto the operating bed and floor. Benji froze as the patient bled out in front of him, he wanted to move but couldn’t. The beeping of the monitors slowly came to an end to emit one solid beep of a flatline. He was unsuccessful.
The walk down the shiny hospital stairs was longer than usual, maybe he was intentionally prolonging it? As his descent came to an end and he reached the main floor he took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself before facing the group of teenagers. As he walked over to the waiting area they all stood up, worry painted on their faces. He shook his head. A couple of them started crying, while the others froze in place, not able to comprehend what they had just been told. Even though the day was still considered a beautiful summer day, to Benji the world just seemed dull, the colour was gone from the world. He clocked out as soon as he could and headed to his apartment, where his sorrows would be drowned out by the glistening bottles of amber alcohol stored in his kitchen cabinet.
#2
Create a folklore tale based on an existing area in Karakura of your choosing; Tell us a story! Show us how creative you can get. Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
The monastery stood atop one of the highest cliffs in all of Karakura, towering over the city and visible to all. The age of the monastery is unknown to most, built long before even the oldest generations of the Karakura people. Many shrine maidens have come and gone over the years, tending to the shrines, keeping the monastery as neat and tidy as possible, and continuing the ways of the shrine.
There was one maiden many years ago, long before the modern ages, who was known by all, but her name remained a mystery. Each morning she could be seen standing on the entrance bridge, watching all of Karakura as the sun illuminated it. Her skin, fair and pale would shine like that of a porcelain doll in the sun's rays. Her face was youthful, though no one knew her true age, her torso was long, matching her arms and legs, giving her a very slender appearance. This maiden was known to be rather inviting and sweet to all who would visit the monastery, always willing to aid regardless of the situation, she was quite good at her job and no one could deny it.
One night, in particular, this maiden was tending to the shrine as thunder crackled and heavy rain littered the ground with loud thuds. After all of her duties were completed she retired to a small kitchen to make herself some tea, hoping to kill time as she waited out the storm. The scenery surrounding her still looked as beautiful as ever regardless of the heavy rain and ominous dark clouds looming above. Some time passed, though she did not know how much, it could have been minutes or hours since she last checked the time, though the rain was still present. A little more time passed, the only sound she could hear was that of the rain hitting the ground outside, or so she thought. Muffled under the sound of the heavy rain were the voices of other people, though she was not able to make out what they were saying or where exactly they were coming from. She quickly grabbed the nearest umbrella and braced herself for the unforgiving weather outside. “The rocks are going to be slippery,” she thought to herself as she descended down the steps of the shrine.
Minutes passed and her search of the monastery was unsuccessful thus far, all that remained was the main entrance and the bathhouse. She had been putting off the bathhouse as the steps are steep and made of stone, an unfriendly combo given the circumstances. She successfully made the climb to the bathhouse though was disappointed when she realized that it was still empty, the treacherous climb apparently being for nothing. As she made her way back to the stairs, she prepared herself for the trip back down. She was obviously nervous as she’d been advised many times to avoid these stairs during storms such as this. One. Two. Three. Four. She counted her steps down in order to take her mind off of the danger at hand. Five. Six. Seven. As she was about to step onto the eighth stair her foot slipped. Panic covered her face as she flew over the side of the cliff. Time appeared to slow down as she fell, the rain gracefully meeting her face appeared to be in slow motion. Her body went numb, she knew this was her final few seconds alive. A single tear fell from her eyes as she fell, blending in with the raindrops painting her face. When she made impact with the ground the world suddenly went black, only to suddenly show itself again but different. This was the world she was used to but why did it feel so… different?
Months passed and she began to lose any memory of her past. Her passing was considered a town tragedy, yet she had no recollection of her death at all. She spent her time wandering the forest below the shrine, searching for anyone that would pass by. Did she know why she did this? No, all she knew is that they had answers that she needed. To this day there have been reportings of a pale shrine maiden spotted in the deepest parts of the forest, though no one knows who she is, not even the other maidens.
