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MARCH APP ROUND TEST DRIVE MEME

THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping next round? PUT THEM HERE!
• Threads here can count as your third person sample!
• Comment with your character's name and canon!
• This is open to everyone! Also, test drivers can tag other test drivers. :)
• Make up your own scenario or have them walk into all the doors or leave it blank for others to do it for you!

Reserves are here, and open on February 23rd at 12:01AM CST.

Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here,
and they open on March 2nd at 12:01AM CST.

OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, they walk out into the city to find aromatic flowers sprouting pretty much everywhere. Vines twist up the sides of buildings and creep across the streets, topped with enormous and colorful blossoms. Careful not to trip!

Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

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(( Fenris is being taken from a post-game canonpoint, and has seen events up to and following the epilogue of Dragon Age: Asunder. ))

[ His bare feet sidestep over the vines, his thin-lipped mouth twisting. This reminds him too much of the Fade, in a way that puts a sour taste in his mouth and makes all the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, along his arms, rise to stand at soldier-stiff attention.

He refuses to go where he's been instructed to find lodgings, avoids the grey people-- demons, his mind hisses-- but he plays along a little, trusting nothing, following the unfamiliar roads and paths, hunting for something recognizable: a face, a place, anything to help him get his bearings.

Time goes on. And on, with the dark falling slowly, all the streetlamps beginning to flicker on. His steps slow when he passes a lone smoker outside of what sounds like a tavern.]

You look like hell, [ admits the stranger, offering an unlit cigarette in a companionable manner that recalls Isabella to him. The sour taste in his mouth goes downright bitter, and he makes an impatient, negative gesture. ]

I'm looking for someone.

[ Fenris lifts his gauntleted hand, indicating a level near his shoulder. ]

A woman, this tall. Short, dark hair. Human...

[ The door beside them opens, and his sharp eyes flick to assess the new figures as they walk from the light within to the dark without. ]

Edited 2014-02-17 21:58 (UTC)

[ So, there were a bunch of things wrong here. The first thing was that one minute, he was fighting for his life, trying to get a harvester away from General Victus and his men, and the next minute, he was in a strange room with a faceless human (which is pretty strange since Garrus is pretty sure humans normally have faces) trying to explain what was going on.

He really wasn't sure that he bought it (and he definitely wasn't ruling out the chance he might be indoctrinated, hey, expect the worst, and be pleasantly surprised when it doesn't happen), but stranger things have happened. He's not exactly one to resign himself to whatever fate's supposed to be in store for him, but the sad fact remained that even with the lady's explanations, he still couldn't quite work out what the hell was going on. So, really, all he can do at this point is wander around aimlessly, not quite sure if flowers on this planet are supposed to grow at that rate.

He sighs. ]

You know, just once I'd like surprise on my side.

A man in a trench coat is walking the streets, talking to himself. You know, like every other day in Asgard. This one is cradling his head, hunched slightly forward, massaging his temples. He's grimacing. He seems a little... unkempt.

He seems to be imitating a calm woman's voice, similar to that of a doctor, or a... psychiatrist. "Oh, Geoffrey, you were doing so well," and now, his normal voice, "why did you had to hallucinate," he is now shouting, "yourself into a fucking comic book? What's next? Marlowe?" Oh, the horror. "Oh, God. What if we all start singing? I can't dance." He stops walking, looks down at himself, and begins to laugh. The laughter may be... slightly manic.

Geoffrey Tennant knows whose fault this is. He climbs atop the nearest flat surface-- this time, it seems to be a fountain-- and shouts, "Oliver!"

Edited 2014-02-17 21:58 (UTC)

"It sounds like you're looking for someone very charming," There's a voice behind him and, all of a sudden, Fenris has a very familiar arm slung over his shoulder, Hawke draping herself over him as she grins. She might look a little different from the one she knows, she thinks to herself, but surely they're all the same... Things had been a little strange with Anders at first, however, so it's always better to be safe.

She moves, hoping to urge the strangers away as she beams, more than glad to see one of her dearest friends here -- even if the reason he's here probably isn't going to sit well with him at all. She isn't looking forward to that part whatsoever.

"I don't suppose you were looking for me, were you, Fenris?"

[ His stiffness melts away, and he sags beneath her arm in deep relief, twisting beneath her arm to embrace the Champion hard enough to knock the breath out of her. ]

Hawke.

[ He isn't quick to let her go, but when he does the touch melts away, his hands flexing at his sides. ] Of course I was. We were beset, outnumbered... I should have trusted you'd have some new trick up your sleeve. [ There's a flicker of a smile, more in his eyes than the spare curve of his mouth. ] How did you get us to a part of the Fade so different from where we'd been? Could our Templar hunters be here as well?

But wouldn't that ruin all the fun?

[ Hawke is watching him, almost amused. She was in his position not too long ago, however, and it seems a little crude to be cruel. So, instead, she walks over and - well. Not Qunari, but not any other race she's ever seen in her life either. ]

Are you a demon?

[ Oh. Well, that was a little unexpected. Her arms slip around him and she holds him gently, tapping his back a few times before she frowns.

This was getting stranger and stranger by the second. ]

You didn't happen to fall and hit your head again, did you, Fenris? I've never been able to connect to the Fade. No magic, remember? That was - Bethany's thing.

[ And, okay, hang on. ]

What hunters? What did we do?

A blonde man who-- unknown to him-- already bore a face that many would recognize stood out of the way of all those choosing to wander the city. John's still processing, his hand fiddling with the bracelet he was given. Out of all the things to happen to him when the spell took effect, this was not one of them.

So this was Asgard...? Did him being here mean he was now an Einherjar. That much he could make sense of, at least. He was a Gilbert; naturally he would be chosen by the Valkyrie to be one of their warriors.

But what did this mean for the spell? Did everything still go well? Was Elena all right? These were things he needed to know, though he doubted he would find any answers.

[ The warmth that had risen from him at the sight of her deadens in his demeanor, and then in his eyes. And on this closer inspection, she might realize that he looks... faintly older than he might have, at their last parting. The frown-lines and crows-feet a little deeper, his high-cheekboned face gone slightly more weathered, a new, faint scar on his jaw... ]

... But you- Hawke- was indeed a mage. The worth of any Magister, in power. And Bethany... Bethany had fallen, when she was very young.

[ His hand twitches at his side, the coldness fading swiftly to anger, slow and searing. The tips of his teeth flash as he speaks, like a dog who'll soon begin snarling. ] Drop your ruse, demon. You'll get nothing from me but a throat full of sharp steel.

[ He tilts his head, considering this for a moment. ]

Yeah, I guess it would. I mean, where's the fun in knowing if you should trust the faceless human or the local plant life?

[ Or, if all of this is a hallucination. ]

Turian, actually. It doesn't ring any bells?

[Zevran is making his rounds, running idly from rooftop to rooftop, when he sees the figure of- is that an elf, below? How long has it been, truly? It doesn't take much to jump down off the roof, and walk nearer. He heard a snippet of the man's question, and he's all too happy to butt in.]

Human? What else could she be, I wonder?

[ The sudden change in his demeanour has her tensing, her hand twitching to rise to grab at the hilt of her greatsword. This is not what she wanted - damn Fenris and his distrust of everything. She could understand it, of course, but that didn't mean she had to like it, not when it meant he was going to go out of his way to make himself a pain in her backside. ]

I am not a mage, Fenris, I never have been. I was raised to protect my brother and sister and I fought in the battle with the King! My brother died fighting an Ogre and my sister died at the hands of the Taint in the Deep Roads - my mother to the whims of a Blood Mage.

[ She tenses, stance changing to protect herself, just in case. ]

Would a demon know that, or need I knock some sense into you?

Oh, the plants are harmless unless someone tells them to be otherwise. All you have to do is smile and look pretty and they'll leave you alone.

[ She crosses her arms, tilting her head and giving him a long, curious look. He looks like a Qunari, an elf and a Sloth Demon had a child, if she was being honest, but somehow entered the Fade and managed to come out alive.

It was both alarming and interesting. ]

Not in the least. Though I suppose you've never heard of Kirkwall?

[ The vines were an unexpected sight as Alexis left the castle. The flowers were beautiful, and she even stopped to smell a few as she walked, hands touching at all the different types and varieties - some that she'd never seen before.

She'd asked so many questions to the woman that had greeted her and all of the answers that had been given had sounded like something that her dad would love, or love to make up. She'd even asked if he'd been the one behind this, if it had been some elaborate thing to surprise her with but that question had gone unanswered - a repeat about the gods in it's place instead.

Alexis's original thoughts had been to find either a phone or the police, but the flowers had sidetracked her - at least for a couple of minutes. You really couldn't help but admire such a beautiful sight. A couple of minutes wouldn't change anything, and at least she was on her way ]

[ His eyes widen a little at the sight of the other elf-- less because of his race than the familiar face. His recollection of Zevran is dim enough, but it's very difficult to forget that accent. ]

Elf, dwarf, demon, or judging by the riot of creatures here, a dozen other different things besides. Do you know this place? How have you come here?

[Well, today, Garrus, you get your wish. Fiona is out getting groceries, minding her own business, when she hears a totally normal, human voice from behind her. She turns to respond, something about how life just sucks that way, when she sees what is neither normal nor human.]

[Fiona screams, and falls backwards.] Fuck!

[ His posture changes as hers does, but he seems... less eager to reach for his sword.

There was a time when he'd have been the faster of the two. And when he answers, he does so lowly, evenly, searching her eyes again. ]

That's... all wrong. It was Carver who led us, in the Deep Roads, not your sister. He was a Warden, and would not have been easily felled, not even by an Ogre. And your mother...

[ His thin-lipped mouth twists, and he looks away, the pent energy leaving him at once; he cannot fight this familiar face. ] It was a blood mage who took her from you. Blood magic, and demons, and the same old stories of possession and power-madness that has been haunting and hunting us ever since.

Slipping into the shadows was an easy thing for a daughter of Hades. Even if at the moment she was being claimed by another, unfamiliar god. True she was surprised at first to not find herself reborn as she requested, but now there were other concerns.

She longed for her bow, or even a bronze knife. Her eyes were thoughtful as they scanned the crowd. She wasn't sure what she was looking for yet, but her brief time as a Hunter taught her to evaluate the situation before proceeding.

[Zevran is only disappointed to see his joke has fallen flat. No matter, an elf is an elf. Zevran has never been a picky fellow.]

Magic, I should think. Unless you arrived somehow else. Perhaps by foot? [He nods toward Fenris' bare feet. How... strange, utterly.]

Carver lead you?

[ The expression on her face breaks a little, then, and she swallows back the lump in her throat. The fact that, in this strange world, Fenris had known her brother, seen him grow stronger, into a Warden... It made her ache, the pressure on her heart only growing with the realisation that her Mother's fate was just as sealed - she had failed there, too. ]

You knew my brother - and what happened to Bethany? What happened to my sister, Fenris?

Yeah, so there are flowers everywhere. Great.

More importantly, there are magical powers to consider, and Kay can't figure out whether this is some kind of cosmic joke or what.

The bracelet, with its plum-coloured stone, is fine, at least. While she prefers gold to silver, it's nice-looking, and its functions are just about beyond belief. Sending messages through a screen that bursts out of some innocuous-looking jewelry? She's pretty sure everyone at Incredible Tales has written that at some point or other.

What's less fine is the fact that she's ended up in a house for people who care about artistry, and she's been given a talent related to a skill she just plain doesn't have. This is the kind of situation she's dreamed about since she was a kid--because let's face it, Kay's heart belongs first and foremost to fantasy, however fun sci-fi gadgets can be--and now that she's in it, they expect her to draw? Where's the "type up a description on your Smith-Corona and it becomes real" option? Really.

So she's sitting on a bench, trying her best to doodle something halfway recognizable. It's not going so hot; she almost misses Roy, and that's saying something. There's a pile of misshapen little figurines next to her: stick figures, lumpen dogs, swords with fancy hilts.

"Argh," she mutters, scribbling out the lamp she was just working on, then groans when she ends up with a figurine that's half furniture, half scrawl. Kay tips her head back, closing her eyes, and tosses the damned thing into the street. Did she hit you? Sorry, but at the moment, she doesn't really care.

And where would be the fun in that, Vakarian? [It wasn't hard to spot the aimless Turian wandering around - in part because here, amongst so many humans? He did kind of stand out. But then, Kaidan had been wandering aimlessly himself - not that he'd ever admit it.

And he couldn't figure out what was going on either.]

[ Hawke seems as disoriented by their encounter as he is; there are no lures in her questions, no effort to make him believe what is not-- only a simple and familiar pain reflected in her eyes. ]

It was Bethany who was slain by an Ogre; in the manner you seem to think your brother was. She and I... we never once met.

[ He lifts a hand, and it hesitates in the air between them, not quite bold enough to cover the distance between himself and a potential danger, but all the same tries to think of something she would say.

He comes up short. ]

Death comes when it means to. [ Will she know the old Tevinter adage? Likely not. ] For all of us. Don't burden yourself with blame for something you could not control. May as well swear at a force of nature.

[ The words strike her and her hands shake. It's like some kind of twisted fate; no matter how she was born one of her siblings was bound to die, perhaps trying to out-do her, out-master her. If she was truly a mage in Fenris' world then Bethany died to prove herself, and the thought makes Hawke want to be ill, violently so, wanting to fall to her knees and tear out her hair.

No matter what world, what adventure, what life she was in, it was always going to be her fault. Nothing she could ever do would be enough to protect her family and that made her want to die.

She only breaks out of her blank daydreams when she sees his hand move, her own twitching at her sides, clenching and unclenching into fists as she desperately tries to rationalise it all. ]

Na via lerno victoria. [ She squeezes her hands tight, closing her eyes and forcing back the sadness, the tears. ] Only the living know victory.

[ Waking up somewhere with no memory of the journey there is terrifying for too many reasons to recount. It's breathless — your heart stops as your mind struggles to fill in every blank, as various scenarios (some familiar in the worst way) flood your thoughts. It's the kind of panic that paralyzes.

Still, this girl here is Veronica Mars. People might call her marshmallow, but if she can help it — given the wide array of sweet treat options available — she'll be the toughest goddamn cookie in the bakery. Channeling her fear and adrenaline into something productive, she bolts. Let the case of the Asguardian Occupancy begin. ]

[ Eventually, after doing some solo reconnaissance, she approaches someone. Her hesitancy is perfectly masked by her sardonic tone and mock curious expression. ]

So, if I said I found the excessive flora creepy in an Pleasantville-esque overkill kind of way, how jaded would I seem?

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garrus vakarian | mass effect

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