Character applications

[Elora Pilgrim]

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[ChelseaY]

Player Name: Chelsea
Where mods can reach you off this board (Tumblr, LJ, email, etc.): acey-gleek-girl.tumblr.com
Character Name: Blaine Devon Anderson
Fandom: Glee
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Omega Male
Brief Character description: approximately 5'8", dark curly hair often slicked down, brown/hazel eyes, excellently round ass; happy, optimistic, excitable, bubbly, eager to please; eighteen-years-old; senior at William McKinley High School; history of bullying as per canon (he was beaten at a school dance and presumably went to the hospital)
Preferred Ships for this Character: Klaine (Kurt Hummel) endgame; open to side-relationships if/when Klaine aren't together with Sam Evans, Tina Cohen-Chang, Rachel Berry, or others, just contact me about it
Writing sample:

Blaine was nearly skipping down the hall with Tina on his arm, both giggling excitedly. They had just made the cheerleading squad, and it was amazing. Cheerios were the most popular kids in school, and now they were <i>part</i> of them!

It was too bad that Glee had been shut down after losing Sectionals, but they would be okay. Their other friends were joining different clubs and it would be fun to expand their horizons, to make new friends. To maybe stop getting slushied in the hallways.

"I can't wait to show off my uniform!" Blaine gushed to his friend.

[Elora Pilgrim]

Player Name: Elora
Where mods can reach you off this board (Tumblr, LJ, email, etc.): PilgrimKitty.tumblr.com
Character Name: Richard Edgar Castle
Fandom: Castle
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Omega male
Brief Character description: Richard Castle is a wealthy mystery writer, consultant with the NYPD, and mother to his only daughter Alexis. He's about six feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes, and a very active sense of humor.
Preferred ships for this character: Caskett (Castle/Kate Beckett)
Writing sample:
Richard Castle typed with conviction. He finally had a bit of inspiration for his new Nikki Heat book, and he couldn't stop writing, or else the motivation might stop. He was trying very hard to ignore the twinges of PHS. He'd be hitting his heat in a couple of days, and he wanted to get as much of the first draft finished as possible before it hit.

Castle was excited to be spending his heat with Kate Beckett. He hadn't quite convinced her to breed him yet, but he was still working on her. At 43, almost 44, Castle was starting to worry that he might run out of time to have another baby. And with Alexis off at college, he was ready for another one.

Still, the fact that Kate was cashing in her vacation time for his heat made Castle hopeful. And even if they didn't make a baby, they were going to have an awful lot of fun going through the motions.

[Kurt Hummel]

Player Name: Kara
Where mods can reach you off this board: finnickodarren.tumblr.com
Character Name: Kurt Hummel
Fandom: Glee
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Beta
Brief Character description: Kurt is 5'10, brunette, with blue-green eyes. He's a nineteen year old freshman starting his first official semester (in the spring) at the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts, after spending the first few months of his life in NY interning at vogue.com. Kurt is ambitious, talented, quick witted, and a hopeless romantic. As per canon, he was previously bullied while still living in Ohio.
Preferred ships for this character: Klaine (end-game), any other midgames can be discussed
Writing sample:
Kurt was in one of the dance rehearsal rooms, attempting to catch up with the simple steps that many people in his class already knew. He was humming quietly under his breath, moving through the various positions they'd discussed in class, but letting his mind wander. He thought of Adam who was nice and cute and had flirted with him for most of their shared class. Thought of asking him out for coffee or lunch, just to get to know each other.

Then, of course, his mind drifted back to Blaine. They had started talking again, he and Blaine, and while everything wasn't perfect, they were at least able to be friends, but Kurt missed the other boy, missed their relationship.

He sighed.

[Sam Spencer Reid]

Player Name: Sarah/Sam
Where mods can reach you off this board (Tumblr, LJ, email, etc.) greensister--inthelibrary.tumblr.com, or at [e-mail]
Character Name: Spencer Reid
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Omega
Brief Character description: Spencer is the sort of man that looks like he might blow away in a stiff breeze. Medium brown, tousled hair, light brown eyes, fair skin, and delicate hands are his most prominent physical features. Known for his sharp wit and dry brand of humour, he is occasionally mischevious and has a deep love of magic tricks and science that looks like it ought to be a magic trick.
Preferred ships for this character: Morgan/Reid, Garcia/Reid, Hotch/Reid are personal favourites, though any and all are accepted (this includes reasonable crossovers).
Writing sample: (I, unfortunately, don't have an in-character post for Reid, so have this instead.)

"Some night, when matters are not so pressing, you must tell me all the stories of the stars you can see from the windows here. They are so different from the ones I learned as a child, and I would gladly give up sleep to hear them."

For now, however, he contented himself with tracing each of the stars painted with painstaking care on Castiel's chest and stomach. First with his fingers, soft touches of the pads of his fingertips to each carefully daubed white mark. Then with his lips, soft kisses pressed to each star, working up toward Castiel's collarbones until Dean was standing again, hands curled loosely around Castiel's hips, peppering kisses up the line of Castiel's neck, still following the marks of stars and patterns of the blue night sky.

He was unreasonably breathless by the time he reached Castiel's mouth and pressed a kiss there as well, on one of the few bits of unpainted skin that he could find. All of his kisses up until now had been careful and chaste, appropriate for weddings and public places, barring how he had traced Castiel's stars with his mouth. Dean lingered over this kiss, thumbs pressing lightly against the sharp bones of Castiel's hips. He broke away, after a moment, to rest his forehead against his prince's and close his eyes, breathing in the same air and just lingering in his presence.

Sliding his hands gently off Castiel's hips, Dean shifted back on the bed, sliding up the coverlet until his back rested against the pillows piled against the headboard. "Come, heart of my heart. They didn't make this bed so lush so that we could stand and trade stories until the sun comes up."

[Elora Pilgrim]

Player Name: Elora
Where mods can reach you off this board (Tumblr, LJ, email, etc.): PilgrimKitty.tumblr.com
Character Name: Derek Hale
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Beta male, alpha werewolf. (He's physically a beta, but he has alpha status in his werewolf pack)
Brief Character description: Black hair, hazel eyes. Red eyes when he's a werewolf. Derek Hale is the alpha of his werewolf pack, despite being born a beta. He lost his whole family minus his sister and uncle in a fire several years ago, and then in 2011 his sister was killed by his uncle. He's got a sizeable amount of money, but chooses to squat in abandoned and condemned buildings instead of getting his own apartment.
Preferred ships for this character: Sterek endgame, with possibilities for pack-related trysts with other characters.
Writing sample:
Derek paced back and forth underneath Stiles' window. He could smell Stiles' pheremones spreading out into the night and it was making him agitated. His wolf wanted to bust into the room and take the boy right there. That boy was completely and utterly in heat.

But Stiles was a human omega, most likely he would want a human alpha. Derek might be alpha of the Pack, but he was still biologically a beta. He didn't have the knot that Stiles' body would be craving right now. And despite all those feelings, he didn't even know if Stiles wanted him like that. Sure, he knew Stiles found him attractive, Stiles' scent during their stint in the Beacon Hills pool had told him that. But that didn't necessarily mean that Stiles wanted him to be his bondmate. The kid was 18. He'd barely experienced life. Derek had no right to shove his broken self into Stiles' life more that he already had.

With a growl, Derek tore himself away from the yard and started running into the woods. He needed to get the scent of Stiles' heat out of his nostrils.

[ChelseaY]

Player Name: Chelsea
Where mods can reach you off this board (Tumblr, LJ, email, etc.): acey-gleek-girl.tumblr.com
Character Name: "Stiles" Stilinski
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Omega Male
Brief Character description: 5'11", brown hair in a buzz cut, brown eyes, lanky; jumpy, excitable, distracted easily; on Adderall; senior at Beacon Hill High; eighteen-years-old
Preferred ships for this character: Sterek (Derek Hale) endgame; open to midgame or side pairing/sexual encounters within the pack, contact for discussion
Writing sample:

It was so dumb, the territory fight. It was over two feet, two feet, of land. But no~o~o, Derek had to be a fucking show off, had to prove he was the baddest alpha in the area. Stiles sighed irritably as he wrapped the gauze tighter around Scott's arm. His best friend growled low in his throat, but stopped when Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Stop being a baby," he said, and then tied the fabric. "Go ahead and check on Allison," he said, nodding in her direction as he picked up his kit. Then he moved on to Isaac and rolled his eyes.

"Let me see," he said, holding his hand out. Isaac reluctantly gave him his arm, and Stiles cleaned the wound carefully. He bit his bottom lip, tongue sticking out slightly. "I would say you need stitches, but you've got the wolfy healing thing, so I'm gonna say you'll be okay with a good bandage and some time."

[Roxas Highwind]

Player Name: Kenie
Where mods can reach you off this board: roxashighwind.tumblr.com or via text for those that have my number
Character Name: Connor MacManus
Fandom: The Boondock Saints
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Omega Male
Brief Character description: Connor MacManus is an Irish-American, almost six feet in height, with a few tattoos and a multitude of scars. He has medium-dark brown hair and blue eyes, and a fraternal twin brother named Murphy. The tattoos visible while clothed are of a stylized saint on the left side of his neck and VERITAS along his left index finger.
Preferred ships for this character: Connor/Chemistry
Writing sample:
Connor fidgeted in the crawlspace. He hated being confined, and now was no different. The Celtic cross under his shirt pressed harshly against his ribs despite its smooth and rounded edges. If he had his way he wouldn't have been in the crawlspace between floors in an upscale apartment building, but he was on a mission.

Usually he and Murphy didn't split up on something like this, but they needed to - their heats didn't sync up properly this go-round, so Murph was holed up in the empty warehouse apartments they'd found on the edge of town. Connor needed to knock off this bastard quick, a peon that would get them to the people they were actually after, so that he could make sure that his idiot twin brother wasn't dead from masturbating himself unconscious in the shower.

He pushed himself a few feet further. Connor groaned internally as he felt his shirt tear - he liked this shirt dammit - and felt around for the latch that would let him out. He found it and took a deep breath to prepare himself: he could do this, even without Murph by his side. Another deep breath and he carefully inched the latch to the side.

Ten minutes later and he was checking on his twin.

[Roxas Highwind]

Player Name: Kenie
Where mods can reach you off this board: roxashighwind.tumblr.com or via text for those that have my number
Character Name: Charlie Bradbury
Fandom: Supernatural
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Alpha Female
Brief Character description: Standing 5 feet five inches, with vibrantly red hair and green eyes, Charlie almost always has a determined look on her face. She has no family to speak of except what she claims for herself - a small community of LARPers that have taken her in. She's pale despite the LARPing, because she spends most of her time not with the group coding from home.
Preferred ships for this character: Charlie/female
Writing sample:
She bounced a little on the balls of her feet, idling swinging her staff. The weapon wasn't much, just a thin piece of pvc pipe lightly coated with foam and duct tape, but it and the matching short sword were her babies. She'd constructed them herself ages ago, and even after all the battles they still held together rather well.

"C'mon! Let's get the battle on the road! Or the field..." Charlie frowned and shook her head. "Whatever. Let's go!" She bounced again and swung her arms back and forth at her sides, too much energy. Her faction was around her, just as restless as she was, and she wanted to be queen again. That's what it was, a battle to see if her side could win back the crown after losing it a few months before.

With a flourish of his arms and a blast of discordant notes from his trumpet, the game master declared the battle begun and she raised her boffer staff high. "FOR THE QUEENDOM!" she commanded with a shout as she rushed headlong into battle against the orcs and elves, long red hair flying behind her like a banner.

[Roxas Highwind]

Player Name: Kenie
Where mods can reach you off this board: roxashighwind.tumblr.com or via text for those that have my number
Character Name: Clint Barton (codename Hawkeye)
Fandom: Marvel Comic Universe (this'll be movie specific Clint with comic elements added)
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Omega Male
Brief Character description: A highly skilled archer with better than human eyesight (20/6 or thereabouts) and near-perfect accuracy, Clint is one of the best archers in the world. He is also a skilled aerialist and acrobat, having been part of a travelling carnival for a while where he honed his marksmanship. He is blond haired and blue eyed, and well toned from years of training. He's a bit of a joker, liking to have a bit of fun when he can. He frequently sasses the other Avengers.
Preferred ships for this character: Clint/Natasha, Clint/Phil Coulson, Phil/Clint/Natasha, Clint/Chemsitry
Writing sample:
It was four o'clock in the afternoon and he was perched on top of a row of bookcases in one of the "living rooms" in Stark Tower. He was waiting patiently for someone to come by, a Nerf gun in each hand, ready to nail whoever came into the room first. No one had missions scheduled for that day, so it was anyone's guess who would actually come in.

Clint was starting to doze off, zoning in and out until he heard the distinct sound of heeled shoes coming in his direction. He shifted into a better position and waited until whoever it was stepped through the archway.

"CAW CAW!" he shouted and fired, round after round of foam darts hitting his target in the chest. Clint grinned brightly and rolled off of the bookcase, still firing. "Hi Tash!" He finally ran out of ammunition and just beamed at the shocked redhead. The archer watched as a wicked smile blossomed across her face, his own eyes going wide.

"Oh shit." That was never a good look. "Now, Tasha, it was all in good fun..." He held his hands up but didn't drop the guns. A quick glance behind him showed that he had a few obstacles in his way if he wanted to make a run for it. "Caw caw!" he shouted in an attempt at distraction and ran toward the door on the opposite side of the room from Natasha.

[Elora Pilgrim]

Player Name: Elora
Where mods can reach you off this board (Tumblr, LJ, email, etc.): Pilgrimkitty.tumblr.com
Character Name: Agent Phil Coulson
Fandom: Avengers Cinematic Universe
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Alpha Male
Brief Character description: Phil Coulson is a senior agent for S.H.I.E.L.D. He's stationed in NYC most of the time, but he's mobile and travels often. He's about 6 feet tall and is in his mid forties. He's scarcastic, tough, and witty. He is not to be underestimated. He's Hawkeye and Black Widow's SHIELD handler.
Preferred ships for this character: Phil/Clint or Phil/Darcy
Writing sample:
Phil sighed as he went over the paperwork. Fury was finally letting him back in the field again. He'd been on desk duty for far too long after the Loki incident. He couldn't stand the idea of Black Widow and Hawkeye being deployed in the field without him there. He was their handler, it was his job to take care of them.

True, they had Captain America to look after them now. And Coulson still felt a little giddy when he realized he'd be working directly with his childhood idol. But dammit, Barton and Romanoff were HIS responsibility, and he hated not being there to look after them.

[Roxas Highwind]

Player Name: Kenie
Where mods can reach you off this board: roxashighwind.tumblr.com or via text for those that have my number
Character Name: Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Omega Male
Brief Character description: Dean Winchester is tall and well built for someone of his age and dietry habits (pie, booze, and fast food on a frequent basis), and knows his way around weaponry. He also knows his way around a bottle, more often than not a little on the buzzed side and high functioning despite it. Or maybe because of it. Dean's got daddy issues a mile wide and a savior complex just a big, and that's not even touching his commitment issues. He's the mother of a son that doesn't know him, and it kills him a little to know that Ben probably thinks that Dean abandoned him. He's got a younger brother and a few acquaintances he thinks he might be able to trust at least a little, but that doesn't say much.
Preferred ships for this character: Destiel, Dean/Chemistry
Writing sample:
Dean was running. He wasn't running from anything or running to anything, he was just running to run. He needed to release some energy, show off for an alpha that wasn't around. Running always helped when he felt a heat coming on, took the edge of and made him feel more at peace.

He didn't have a destination in mind, just let his feet carry him along the sidewalk. He felt sweat gathering along his hairline and between his shoulder blades and he reveled in it, pushed himself harder. Dean loved the feel of the light breeze on his skin, though he could do without the rough caress of his t-shirt against his nipples. He let his mind clear of all pressing things - let the rhythmic hits of his feet to pavement push away the other nagging needs of his body.

Dean wanted to get fucked, though that didn't change much during heat or not - the want just got more insistent. It was worse when he didn't have a hunt to distract him, and thus the running for now. He slowly made a circle back toward his motel. As much as he wanted to keep running for hours more, his feet were starting to hurt and he knew he needed to get off the street soon before some unattached alpha decided to take an interest in him.

[Mapi]

Player Name: Mapi
Where mods can reach you off this board littlemapi.tumblr.com
Character Name: Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark
Fandom: The Avengers MCU
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Omega Male
Brief Character description: Tony Stark, genius engineer, former CEO of Stark Industries, and super hero that goes by the name Iron Man. He's rather short, physically fit and has dark hair and brown eyes. He's extravangant and independent, and never lets his Omega biology interfeere with the goals he wants to achieve.
Preferred ships for this character: Steve/Tony
Writing sample: (It's a starter from a previous roleplay and is NSFW!! Please do not be bothered!)

God. He hates heats. He’s lying on the floor, that deliciously cool floor that’s doing so much to keep his body temperature at bay, with his check pressed against the leg of his work-bench, legs spread and eyes closed.
He rolls on his side and stills, feeling waves of arousal travel through his body, from the tip of his head to his curled toes and then up again. His cock feels trapped in his pants and he’s soaking wet already, so ready to be taken that’s not even funny.
“JARVIS,” he mumbles, hitting the floor with his forehead. “JARVIS,” he says again, and he bits his tongue because he might be deep in heat but he’s definitely not so far-gone to start begging his own AI. “I need,” and there’s so fucking much that he needs right now, “help. I need help. Get upstairs. Bedroom. Toys.” (And again, why the hell isn’t he keeping stuff here anyway?)
“You are definitely right, Sir. How do you want me to proceed?”
Tony licks his lips, and if the situation wasn’t so desperate he would snap at his AI’s futile sarcasm. “Call,” he starts, trying at the same time to think of a name to say and to avoid saying that first name that popped in his head. “Someone. Call someone.”
“Very well, Sir.”

[Natasha Romanoff]

Player Name: Emily

Where mods can reach you off this board: norsegodshavemorefun.tumblr.com

Character Name: Natasha Romanoff

Fandom: Marvel - the Avengers

Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Alpha female

Brief Character description: Black Widow, or Agent Romanoff, is not a woman to be played around with (exceptions can be made though, and usually are so by Clint Barton). Dead serious and calculating in everything she does, she never leaves anything up for chance. Agent Romanoff is a world class athlete and martial artist. She is average height and extremely fit built.

Preferred ships for this character: Clint/Natasha, Phil/Clint/Natasha, Darcy/Natasha, Pepper/Natasha, Bruce Banner/Natasha, Tony/Natasha (anything really. Bring it on!)

Writing sample:
High heels clicking on the floor as she walked in a fast pace towards the balcony door. This was too much, even for a woman with such a high self-control as her. Tick, tick, tick - faster and faster to get away from that musky and delicious scent a certain someone was giving off.

She did not plan to go into rut today, and especially not one triggered Tony Stark, who was most definitely in heat. And he wasn't too quiet about it either. Strutting around amongst all the alphas and betas of the team, Natasha sometimes wondered how he didn't get pregnant more often.

Finally reaching the balcony door she slid it open and closed it as soon as she'd exited the room. She drew in a long breath, finally able to breathe without having to smell the over-deafening stench of Tony's heat. Damn that man and his double amount of heat cycles from any other omega she knew.

[Elora Pilgrim]

Player Name: Elora
Where mods can reach you off this board (Tumblr, LJ, email, etc.): PilgrimKitty.tumblr.com
Character Name: Noah "Puck" Puckerman
Fandom: Glee
Alpha/Beta/Omega designation: Omega male
Brief Character description: Puck is a brash omega male "tomboy" who's always been more interested in alpha-ish activities than omega ones. When he was 16 he got pregnant after a one night stand during his heat with Quinn Fabray. He decided to keep his daughter, Beth, and has been working his ass off to try and take care of her. He tried to make a life for them in LA, but it didn't work out well, so he's moved back to Lima with his daughter. His little sister helps look after Beth while he works and tries to put away money. He's also going to community college, to try and better himself for Beth's sake.
Preferred ships for this character: Puck/Lauren, Puck/Finn, Puck/Kurt or Puck/Sam. Although I'm open to just about any ships for Puck.
Writing sample:
Puck kissed Beth goodnight and tucked her into bed. Now that he was back in Lima, he admitted that moving to LA half-cocked wasn't the best idea he'd ever had. So now he was living with his mom and sister again, and he appreciated the help watching Beth.

Puck went out into the living room, baby monitor in hand, and started studying. He'd decided to give community college a shot. He knew people looked down on him for being an unwed mother, but he didn't care. He wouldn't give Beth up for the world. But sometimes he wished he didn't have to do it alone. Sure, his mom and his sister helped, but it wasn't the same as having a partner.