IGN:
TwirlyScalesRP
List your discord:
therainbowlemon
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord?
Yes
Your time zone:
+5:30Hrs GMT
Link any previous community team applications if applicable:
Do you recognize you could be removed from the community team?
Yes
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team.
Perhaps my reputation. I think I have been in the community as a player long enough, have had excellent experiences alongside terrible ones. However if given a chance I strongly believe I can do great things.
What makes you passionate about writing?:
I like creating a world for myself. Be it roleplaying or writing the countless stories I have written. It is strange, but I have always wanted to build imaginary worlds for myself ever since I was a kid.
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
I have written various ad copies for Big brands in my country, and I teach students content writing as a career. As a child till now I have written multitude of stories, and poetry.
In your own words, give your definition of lore:
Lore is the backbone of any universe. Without Lore, there is no history, there is no culture, there is no framework to refer to in terms of context. Lore defines what makes people stay in a town, or a game or leave. It is a story, a history, told masterfully by those who are the writers.
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 300-1000 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.
The effort and quality of both prompts will be taken into consideration when we accept applications.
#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.
Karakura was the kind of place that always seemed normal at first look. It was charming with cobblestone streets and a community where news traveled faster than the speed of light, and it felt like your typical small town. But beneath that surface, there were... unusual things.
The kind of things that made people talk in whispers and avoid certain places after dark. It wasn’t the kind of weirdness you could put your finger on exactly, but it hung in the air like a low hum, impossible to ignore.
Most outsiders didn’t stay long enough to understand it. But Zayven Jishiku Hartono wasn’t like most outsiders. He’d come to Karakura for a reason—well, two reasons, really. First, there was an opening for a professor at Karakura High, and second, he’d heard the town had an unusually large number of kids without families. Zayven loved children and had a strong belief in logic and order. What he was unaware of was that Karakura had its own way of throwing logic out of the window.
Take the Occult Club, for example. On paper, these bunch of kids seemed harmless. However, nothing was as it seemed when it came to Karakura. The club had a bad reputation for getting into some truly bizarre situations, and apparently some of their “Investigations” had very real consequences.
Zayven, a man of science through and through, was not believing a word said to him. When he was given the responsibility of supervising the club, he accepted it thinking, what could a bunch of teenagers with a talent for drama really do? (Boy was he wrong)
His plan was simple, show up, keep them from setting anything on fire, and maybe teach them a thing or two about critical thinking. Indeed it was very important to teach them thinking.
The first meeting he attended was at the shrine up in the Karakura mountains, an epicly gorgeous and extremely beautiful place that seemed straight out of a novel. The club members had gathered at the tea house to discuss the horrors expected in 'October'. What bothered Zayven the most was the involvement and seriousness by which the maidens and priests entertained the students questions. He knew he had to step in as a rational adult.
“There’s no such thing as spirits,” he told them, his tone calm but firm. “You are letting your imaginations get the better of you.”
The kids didn’t take it well. They muttered things like, “He doesn’t get it” and “Why did he have to be our supervisor?” To them, Zayven was just another adult who could not or would not understand the things they knew to be true. But Zayven a man of science had had his share of skeptical students before and he was convinced that time and a little patience would win them over.
It wasn’t just the kids, though. All over town, people told him stories about spirits, places to avoid and inexplicable happenings. Zayven heard them out politely, nodded in all the right places, and chalked it up to mass hysteria—or maybe just a prank.
That was, until he met Tamashi Kitsa.
Tamashi was the kind of figure you would think someone made up, a self-proclaimed minor god of death with hell of an attitude to match. Zayven had heard about her from the kids in the club, but he figured she was just another piece of local lore, or maybe just someone playing a very very elaborate prank. That theory lasted right up until the day he saw her by the shrine, completely defying the laws of physics he knew so well.
At first, he was sure it was some kind of trick. Maybe some wires? or a hologram? But when she teleported right in front of him, snatched his glasses off his face, and dangled them in front of his nose with a mischievous grin, Zayven’s confidence in his “logic” started to crumble. He froze, staring at her with wide eyes, before blurting out a string of questions: “Who are you? How are you doing this? Is this some kind of… of advanced technology?”
Tamashi laughed, twirled his glasses, and gave him answers that didn’t really answer anything. Then she disappeared as suddenly as she’d appeared, leaving Zayven standing there, stunned and utterly baffled.
That encounter was a turning point for Zayven. He wasn’t someone who gave in to superstition easily, but he wasn’t an idiot, either. Whatever Tamashi was, she wasn’t a trick or a figment of his imagination. She was something else entirely, and if she was real, then maybe—just maybe—so were the other things the others talked about.
His perspective on the Occult Club shifted after that. Instead of dismissing their stories, he started asking questions. He listened when they talked about strange sightings and unexplained phenomena, and he even helped them investigate a few.
Zayven also started spending more time at the shrine. It wasn’t just about Tamashi anymore—though she did have a habit of showing up when he least expected it, usually with some problematic comment. The shrine had a history that seemed intertwined with the town itself, and the more Zayven learned, the more he realized how little he actually knew about Karakura.
The Occult Club, he thought once just a group of kids playing ghost hunter, began to feel like something important. These weren’t just teens chasing shadows, these kids were trying to protect the town in their own way. And Zayven, for all his skepticism, couldn’t help but admire their determination.
Karakura was still a mystery to him, one he was not sure he would ever fully solve. But one thing was clear, the town’s strangeness wasn’t something to fear or dismiss, it was something to understand.
And if he could use his knowledge and his newfound respect for the unexplainable to help keep the kids (and maybe even the spirits) safe, then he was all in.
In the end, Karakura wasn’t the quiet little town he thought it would be when he first arrived. It was messy, complicated, and full of surprises. But maybe that was exactly what made it worth staying for.
Because in a town like Karakura, the only real certainty was that nothing was ever like what it seemed.
#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.
TwirlyScalesRP
List your discord:
therainbowlemon
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord?
Yes
Your time zone:
+5:30Hrs GMT
Link any previous community team applications if applicable:
Do you recognize you could be removed from the community team?
Yes
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team.
Perhaps my reputation. I think I have been in the community as a player long enough, have had excellent experiences alongside terrible ones. However if given a chance I strongly believe I can do great things.
What makes you passionate about writing?:
I like creating a world for myself. Be it roleplaying or writing the countless stories I have written. It is strange, but I have always wanted to build imaginary worlds for myself ever since I was a kid.
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
I have written various ad copies for Big brands in my country, and I teach students content writing as a career. As a child till now I have written multitude of stories, and poetry.
In your own words, give your definition of lore:
Lore is the backbone of any universe. Without Lore, there is no history, there is no culture, there is no framework to refer to in terms of context. Lore defines what makes people stay in a town, or a game or leave. It is a story, a history, told masterfully by those who are the writers.
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 300-1000 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.
The effort and quality of both prompts will be taken into consideration when we accept applications.
#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.
Karakura was the kind of place that always seemed normal at first look. It was charming with cobblestone streets and a community where news traveled faster than the speed of light, and it felt like your typical small town. But beneath that surface, there were... unusual things.
The kind of things that made people talk in whispers and avoid certain places after dark. It wasn’t the kind of weirdness you could put your finger on exactly, but it hung in the air like a low hum, impossible to ignore.
Most outsiders didn’t stay long enough to understand it. But Zayven Jishiku Hartono wasn’t like most outsiders. He’d come to Karakura for a reason—well, two reasons, really. First, there was an opening for a professor at Karakura High, and second, he’d heard the town had an unusually large number of kids without families. Zayven loved children and had a strong belief in logic and order. What he was unaware of was that Karakura had its own way of throwing logic out of the window.
Take the Occult Club, for example. On paper, these bunch of kids seemed harmless. However, nothing was as it seemed when it came to Karakura. The club had a bad reputation for getting into some truly bizarre situations, and apparently some of their “Investigations” had very real consequences.
Zayven, a man of science through and through, was not believing a word said to him. When he was given the responsibility of supervising the club, he accepted it thinking, what could a bunch of teenagers with a talent for drama really do? (Boy was he wrong)
His plan was simple, show up, keep them from setting anything on fire, and maybe teach them a thing or two about critical thinking. Indeed it was very important to teach them thinking.
The first meeting he attended was at the shrine up in the Karakura mountains, an epicly gorgeous and extremely beautiful place that seemed straight out of a novel. The club members had gathered at the tea house to discuss the horrors expected in 'October'. What bothered Zayven the most was the involvement and seriousness by which the maidens and priests entertained the students questions. He knew he had to step in as a rational adult.
“There’s no such thing as spirits,” he told them, his tone calm but firm. “You are letting your imaginations get the better of you.”
The kids didn’t take it well. They muttered things like, “He doesn’t get it” and “Why did he have to be our supervisor?” To them, Zayven was just another adult who could not or would not understand the things they knew to be true. But Zayven a man of science had had his share of skeptical students before and he was convinced that time and a little patience would win them over.
It wasn’t just the kids, though. All over town, people told him stories about spirits, places to avoid and inexplicable happenings. Zayven heard them out politely, nodded in all the right places, and chalked it up to mass hysteria—or maybe just a prank.
That was, until he met Tamashi Kitsa.
Tamashi was the kind of figure you would think someone made up, a self-proclaimed minor god of death with hell of an attitude to match. Zayven had heard about her from the kids in the club, but he figured she was just another piece of local lore, or maybe just someone playing a very very elaborate prank. That theory lasted right up until the day he saw her by the shrine, completely defying the laws of physics he knew so well.
At first, he was sure it was some kind of trick. Maybe some wires? or a hologram? But when she teleported right in front of him, snatched his glasses off his face, and dangled them in front of his nose with a mischievous grin, Zayven’s confidence in his “logic” started to crumble. He froze, staring at her with wide eyes, before blurting out a string of questions: “Who are you? How are you doing this? Is this some kind of… of advanced technology?”
Tamashi laughed, twirled his glasses, and gave him answers that didn’t really answer anything. Then she disappeared as suddenly as she’d appeared, leaving Zayven standing there, stunned and utterly baffled.
That encounter was a turning point for Zayven. He wasn’t someone who gave in to superstition easily, but he wasn’t an idiot, either. Whatever Tamashi was, she wasn’t a trick or a figment of his imagination. She was something else entirely, and if she was real, then maybe—just maybe—so were the other things the others talked about.
His perspective on the Occult Club shifted after that. Instead of dismissing their stories, he started asking questions. He listened when they talked about strange sightings and unexplained phenomena, and he even helped them investigate a few.
Zayven also started spending more time at the shrine. It wasn’t just about Tamashi anymore—though she did have a habit of showing up when he least expected it, usually with some problematic comment. The shrine had a history that seemed intertwined with the town itself, and the more Zayven learned, the more he realized how little he actually knew about Karakura.
The Occult Club, he thought once just a group of kids playing ghost hunter, began to feel like something important. These weren’t just teens chasing shadows, these kids were trying to protect the town in their own way. And Zayven, for all his skepticism, couldn’t help but admire their determination.
Karakura was still a mystery to him, one he was not sure he would ever fully solve. But one thing was clear, the town’s strangeness wasn’t something to fear or dismiss, it was something to understand.
And if he could use his knowledge and his newfound respect for the unexplainable to help keep the kids (and maybe even the spirits) safe, then he was all in.
In the end, Karakura wasn’t the quiet little town he thought it would be when he first arrived. It was messy, complicated, and full of surprises. But maybe that was exactly what made it worth staying for.
Because in a town like Karakura, the only real certainty was that nothing was ever like what it seemed.
#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.
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