IGN:
wethecreature
List your discord:
wethecreature
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord?
I do not use a microphone but I can communicate on Discord and I would be fine joining voice calls.
Your time zone:
MST
Link any previous community team applications if applicable:
Accepted:
Event Application #4
Denied:
Event Team Application #1
Event Team Application #2
Event Application #3
Lore Team Application #1
Lore Team Application #2
Lore Application #3
Lore Team Application #4
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.
I am pretty busy with school so I'm only able to play 3-4 days each week for a few hours. Some family and personal health issues have been a problem in the past but I don't believe that has been an issue recently. Overall motivation and writer's block have been really common for me so I'm afraid that could obstruct my progress.
What makes you passionate about writing?:
I'll be honest, I'm pretty bad at drawing. This is only relevant because as someone who, in my opinion, likes to express themselves creatively, I do not have the skill to express myself visually. The best way for me to express myself is through writing and stories. This is a pretty generic reason but overall writing is just the best way for me to express how I'm feeling. Beyond just writing short stories, I think the idea of developing characters and seeing a concept through really entices me. If I have a good concept, my best shot at creating it would be through writing. I've yet to fully create and perfect a piece or concept in my writing but I hope to do that one day.
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
I've written a lot throughout my life, but most of my recent writing was centered around my characters here and applying for lore team. More recently, I've been trying to get back into writing for more than SRP and I've been a little slow on that. In the past, I've attempted to write some books and I've written a handful of short stories. I have a lot of experience (several years) with roleplay so I still have been progressing my writing skills through that (just not in the same way as writing actual works).
In your own words, give your definition of lore:
Lore in real life is the traditions and cultures of a certain group of people, with stuff like religion, history, folklore, etc. I would define lore in terms of writing as a very similar meaning- but a little more narrow. Lore is similar to worldbuilding but most specifically focuses on things like folklore and history, while the rest of worldbuilding can focus on that in addition to other more fundamental things (fauna, flora, science, etc.). Lore is, as I've said in past applications, building blocks, and mysteries to uncover which can play a role in how our story is when the story is taking place. Lore is a great catalyst for conflict and detail in writing because it provides us with something our characters can learn and for our world to use.
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.
#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.
TERMITES - Prompt 1 [536]
Burning Memories
The first thing the old man was greeted with when he removed an old dusty shoebox from atop a shelf were cascading pieces of his ceiling and old, cracking termite tubes. He cleared the papers away from the middle of his desk and placed the box down. The man wiped off the dust and old pieces of plaster from its lid and removed it.
The man’s name was Twain. At least, that was the only name of his he remembered well enough to use. Twain didn’t remember many things, though the misplacement of his true name somewhere in the limbo of his mind was one more atrocious than others.
Within the old box sat pictures of a young man with a woman. Both faces were familiar to his eyes, but could not find a place in his mind. The woman looked similar to the younger man, and he found himself able to attribute one memory to her. Not a name, not an experience, only the title ‘mother’.
Although he wished to say that with this realization memories of her began to surge through him, there was nothing more. Sweet saline tears dripped down his scrawny face as he attempted to recall his mother, with nothing in response.
Outside the window of Twain’s study, a stranger sat, staring in with hungry, bright yellow eyes that illuminated the stygian darkness of the clearing around the man’s old hut. As Twain’s tears dripped to seep into the floorboards below, the eyes of the stranger expanded like the dilating pupils of a cat.
How the stranger enjoyed Twain’s torment. The stranger, the horrible beast, relished each and every one of the old man’s attempts at uncovering what remained of his mind. As though he were staring at a burning wreck, he could not bring himself to look away.
A knock at Twain’s door brought him up from the depths of his madness, and he cautiously stumbled towards it. Placing his shaky, wrinkled hands upon the first lock of the door, he slowly released it, before doing the same to the other two. The door screeched as it opened, with a cacophony of horrible songs from old, nocturnal birds.
Before the old man stood the stranger. The stranger resembled the image of the woman he had named ‘mother’. Although Twain felt the uncanny gaze of preying yellow eyes behind the soft gray ones of the disguise, the distortion, before him, he failed not to resist the siren call of wrapping his arms around the remnants of the woman he remembered at least once more.
Arms wrapped around the stranger, Twain’s tears began to pour again, slowly dripping and sinking into the linen of the coat that so perfectly disguised the stranger’s most undesirable features. The ceiling shifted uncomfortably, and the sound of vicious gnawing at wood spread swiftly through the house. The old man felt the house quiver and shift on its foundation, the aching of each floorboard snaking up through his flesh.
Pale hands with blackened fingernails wrapped around his head and rested, squeezing him tightly.
“Why do you cry, when you know not what you cry for, my sweet?” The stranger whispered, with a voice like rusting metal.
KANNABI SPRINGS - Prompt 2 [346]
+ Music TBA +
When the first flames touched wood within the Akatera Monastery, casting the holy site into a raging fire, the graceful mountain Kami Chiharu-Yamatsumi, who pitied the workers, created a gift for them. Within the great mountain that overlooked the monastery, she hollowed a winding cavern. At its bottom, she endowed a part of her soul within a sacred pool.
Monks who had found the cavern and made the descent discovered a body of water that rivaled the Eien Springs in its shimmer and beautiful image. Recognizing the importance of the spring's sudden presence, Shinto priests would later erect Torii gates throughout the cavern. Masons carved stone tiles and paved a stairwell throughout the cavern.
Around the spring, from infertile soil and ancient rock, plants with the ripest of apples and berries began to grow. One man who found the fruits wrote that "to taste the flesh of the spring's fruit was to consume the richest of fruits that lay so abundantly as decoration on the tables of Takamagahara.". The monastery’s workers connected the holy water to the mountain and its goddess, Chiharu-Yamatsumi, and promptly named it The Heart of the Kami.
The waters within the pool were warm and placid, with a gentle current that escaped thin cracks in the bed of the pond. The room in which it sat was fragrant, with a scent of sakura, a scent of airy vanilla and almond.
The spring, when investigated by the shrine’s Kannushi, was deemed a Kannabi, a region that hosted part of a heavenly spirit within it- a regional shintai. After this, it was quickly closed off to the public to protect it from unruly guests or wicked spirits that could taint Chiharu’s heart.
At the end of each month, a priest and a maiden are sent to check on the holy site, and to ensure that it has not been damaged or grown into disrepair when they were gone. Occasionally, shrine staff members are permitted to visit the springs to pray directly to the beating heart of Chiharu-Yamatsumi herself.
Sometimes, when praying, a fair, beautiful woman in a vermillion kimono, with white markings and golden flowers adorning voluminous silver hair appears. Her presence calming, accompanied with a warm breeze.
Some say that the mountain goddess too comes to her spring to bask in its holy waters.
I have a few small touch-ups I want to do to make everything look better. -- Thank you for reading!
wethecreature
List your discord:
wethecreature
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord?
I do not use a microphone but I can communicate on Discord and I would be fine joining voice calls.
Your time zone:
MST
Link any previous community team applications if applicable:
Accepted:
Event Application #4
Denied:
Event Team Application #1
Event Team Application #2
Event Application #3
Lore Team Application #1
Lore Team Application #2
Lore Application #3
Lore Team Application #4
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.
I am pretty busy with school so I'm only able to play 3-4 days each week for a few hours. Some family and personal health issues have been a problem in the past but I don't believe that has been an issue recently. Overall motivation and writer's block have been really common for me so I'm afraid that could obstruct my progress.
What makes you passionate about writing?:
I'll be honest, I'm pretty bad at drawing. This is only relevant because as someone who, in my opinion, likes to express themselves creatively, I do not have the skill to express myself visually. The best way for me to express myself is through writing and stories. This is a pretty generic reason but overall writing is just the best way for me to express how I'm feeling. Beyond just writing short stories, I think the idea of developing characters and seeing a concept through really entices me. If I have a good concept, my best shot at creating it would be through writing. I've yet to fully create and perfect a piece or concept in my writing but I hope to do that one day.
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
I've written a lot throughout my life, but most of my recent writing was centered around my characters here and applying for lore team. More recently, I've been trying to get back into writing for more than SRP and I've been a little slow on that. In the past, I've attempted to write some books and I've written a handful of short stories. I have a lot of experience (several years) with roleplay so I still have been progressing my writing skills through that (just not in the same way as writing actual works).
In your own words, give your definition of lore:
Lore in real life is the traditions and cultures of a certain group of people, with stuff like religion, history, folklore, etc. I would define lore in terms of writing as a very similar meaning- but a little more narrow. Lore is similar to worldbuilding but most specifically focuses on things like folklore and history, while the rest of worldbuilding can focus on that in addition to other more fundamental things (fauna, flora, science, etc.). Lore is, as I've said in past applications, building blocks, and mysteries to uncover which can play a role in how our story is when the story is taking place. Lore is a great catalyst for conflict and detail in writing because it provides us with something our characters can learn and for our world to use.
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.
#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.
TERMITES - Prompt 1 [536]
Burning Memories
The first thing the old man was greeted with when he removed an old dusty shoebox from atop a shelf were cascading pieces of his ceiling and old, cracking termite tubes. He cleared the papers away from the middle of his desk and placed the box down. The man wiped off the dust and old pieces of plaster from its lid and removed it.
The man’s name was Twain. At least, that was the only name of his he remembered well enough to use. Twain didn’t remember many things, though the misplacement of his true name somewhere in the limbo of his mind was one more atrocious than others.
Within the old box sat pictures of a young man with a woman. Both faces were familiar to his eyes, but could not find a place in his mind. The woman looked similar to the younger man, and he found himself able to attribute one memory to her. Not a name, not an experience, only the title ‘mother’.
Although he wished to say that with this realization memories of her began to surge through him, there was nothing more. Sweet saline tears dripped down his scrawny face as he attempted to recall his mother, with nothing in response.
Outside the window of Twain’s study, a stranger sat, staring in with hungry, bright yellow eyes that illuminated the stygian darkness of the clearing around the man’s old hut. As Twain’s tears dripped to seep into the floorboards below, the eyes of the stranger expanded like the dilating pupils of a cat.
How the stranger enjoyed Twain’s torment. The stranger, the horrible beast, relished each and every one of the old man’s attempts at uncovering what remained of his mind. As though he were staring at a burning wreck, he could not bring himself to look away.
A knock at Twain’s door brought him up from the depths of his madness, and he cautiously stumbled towards it. Placing his shaky, wrinkled hands upon the first lock of the door, he slowly released it, before doing the same to the other two. The door screeched as it opened, with a cacophony of horrible songs from old, nocturnal birds.
Before the old man stood the stranger. The stranger resembled the image of the woman he had named ‘mother’. Although Twain felt the uncanny gaze of preying yellow eyes behind the soft gray ones of the disguise, the distortion, before him, he failed not to resist the siren call of wrapping his arms around the remnants of the woman he remembered at least once more.
Arms wrapped around the stranger, Twain’s tears began to pour again, slowly dripping and sinking into the linen of the coat that so perfectly disguised the stranger’s most undesirable features. The ceiling shifted uncomfortably, and the sound of vicious gnawing at wood spread swiftly through the house. The old man felt the house quiver and shift on its foundation, the aching of each floorboard snaking up through his flesh.
Pale hands with blackened fingernails wrapped around his head and rested, squeezing him tightly.
“Why do you cry, when you know not what you cry for, my sweet?” The stranger whispered, with a voice like rusting metal.
KANNABI SPRINGS - Prompt 2 [346]
+ Music TBA +
When the first flames touched wood within the Akatera Monastery, casting the holy site into a raging fire, the graceful mountain Kami Chiharu-Yamatsumi, who pitied the workers, created a gift for them. Within the great mountain that overlooked the monastery, she hollowed a winding cavern. At its bottom, she endowed a part of her soul within a sacred pool.
Monks who had found the cavern and made the descent discovered a body of water that rivaled the Eien Springs in its shimmer and beautiful image. Recognizing the importance of the spring's sudden presence, Shinto priests would later erect Torii gates throughout the cavern. Masons carved stone tiles and paved a stairwell throughout the cavern.
Around the spring, from infertile soil and ancient rock, plants with the ripest of apples and berries began to grow. One man who found the fruits wrote that "to taste the flesh of the spring's fruit was to consume the richest of fruits that lay so abundantly as decoration on the tables of Takamagahara.". The monastery’s workers connected the holy water to the mountain and its goddess, Chiharu-Yamatsumi, and promptly named it The Heart of the Kami.
The waters within the pool were warm and placid, with a gentle current that escaped thin cracks in the bed of the pond. The room in which it sat was fragrant, with a scent of sakura, a scent of airy vanilla and almond.
The spring, when investigated by the shrine’s Kannushi, was deemed a Kannabi, a region that hosted part of a heavenly spirit within it- a regional shintai. After this, it was quickly closed off to the public to protect it from unruly guests or wicked spirits that could taint Chiharu’s heart.
At the end of each month, a priest and a maiden are sent to check on the holy site, and to ensure that it has not been damaged or grown into disrepair when they were gone. Occasionally, shrine staff members are permitted to visit the springs to pray directly to the beating heart of Chiharu-Yamatsumi herself.
Sometimes, when praying, a fair, beautiful woman in a vermillion kimono, with white markings and golden flowers adorning voluminous silver hair appears. Her presence calming, accompanied with a warm breeze.
Some say that the mountain goddess too comes to her spring to bask in its holy waters.
I have a few small touch-ups I want to do to make everything look better. -- Thank you for reading!
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