i know everyone has been waiting for months for this to come up, sorry for the delay! i bring you the team rocket auditions! here you can audition for the part of admin, executive, or department head. full details are explained for each position here.
in order to audition, post your character's bio that you wish to audition with below (it does not need to be on that character's account) and then fill out the form below. if you wish to apply with a pre-existing character, that is also acceptable, just copy their bio and paste it into this section.
[b]ooc name:[/b] [b]tryout role:[/b] [b]activity level:[/b] please be aware that if you disappear for two weeks without notice, your role will be stripped of you and given to another member. [b]why this character?:[/b] make a case here, like a job interview. why is this character good for team rocket's positions? [b]roleplay sample:[/b] it doesn't need to be fancy or a thousand words. just give us a good example of your character.
we will be judging based on believability (that is, if your character is a total sue or not), ability for you to follow directions, past activity levels, and your samples. positions will be chosen on february ninth. good luck to all of you!
Post by olivia underwood on Jan 26, 2013 13:37:30 GMT -5
((doing this over phone, please be patient.))
ooc name: cola
tryout role: executive.
activity level: I am completely unaware what to put here so I shall merely say I log on every day and always leave a note if I am gone longer than 48 hours.
why this character?: Born into an upper class family, Oliva grew up knowing she got everything she wanted. One word and her nannies and maids would give her all the treats, toys and gifts she wanted. It was a fun way to grow up, but a boring one. The older she got, the more bored she became with always getting what she wanted. She enjoyed a challenge. She was faced with a small one when entering private school. The other kids were rich and spoiled like her and didn’t so easily obey her every wish. It seemed fun, for a time, but she soon learned a few sharp words and a raised voice would get her everything she wanted in school as well. It was all too easy. Life became boring and she continued to seek out ways to challenge herself. Since her classmates were little more than wet blankets, studying became the only amusement she had.
The young girl would pour over her books every moment she could – she had friends, well, people that called her their friends, but was not close to many. She had lots of free time to study into the late hours without interruptions. Olive was a smart girl, and her hours of studying did her well. Her grades started to improve and in time she became one of the tops. Not the best, but close enough to please her – which, in turn, became boring. Soon she was studying past where her teacher assigned and soon was bored in class. She understood the things being taught and became quickly irritated by teachers restating everything she already knew.
While her grades one tests were still praise worthy, her behavior in class grew worse as the years went on and her grades suffered from her snippy and arrogant tongue. She soon stopped coming around, leaving home for school but slipping away to wonder the town and gained interest in some less than holy folks. It started out innocent cigarettes, and then progressed to things far worse. By the time the girl entered high school, she was deep into the term of ‘delinquent’. She spent many nights out past curfew, never thought twice before what she drank or inhaled, and learned that thanks to puberty and years of taking good care, she could easily use her body to get her out of trouble.
Still, she was bored – always so bored. It was easy to twist people to her will since puberty blessed her well, and her money helped earn the favour of those who pretended to be a saint. There were no more challenges, by the age of seventeen she had even taken the test to graduate early and now was left even without her books. Things were turning for the worst, at least in her view, until a n old boyfriend of the time exposed a secret to her. He was part of team rocket. Everyone knew who they were. She heard many stories, some made her roll her eyes but other made her stare without a response out of shock. It was very interesting. With his aid, she joined the group, curious as to how things would turn out. They went well. Her old boy didn’t last too long – he got in over his head. She, however, was fine with most orders given. She enjoyed the tougher jobs, it was the challenge she had been looking for. Unlike many of the other things that she had tried, this team was something she stuck with, for years.
She worked her way up through the ranks, for once without skidding by. She did her best at every job, trying to make it quick, clean and without a fuss. She felt staying out of the papers could do them best. While Olive always had trouble working with others, as she grew in higher ranks, she proved to be good at leading others – or rather, bossing them around. A dedicated worker, many times over Olive has proved her loyalty to the team, to the boss – by following any orders without fail. There is close to nothing in which the boss could say that would make her bother to think twice. Her dedication is shown even on her own body, the symbol of the team being inked into her skin on her shoulder. It is something she wears proudly, though of course carefully hides in public. However, when she is working, she is glad to expose the ink and show others – both peers and those they are dealing with – how dedicated she is.
roleplay sample: There were always things about people that were surprising. That tough guy with the switch-blade in his pocket always feeds stray cats. That peppy girl with the big smile is into voodoo. Your teacher who constantly looks apathetic wears women's lingerie at home. Olivia had nothing that fantastic of course, but she did have her brain. Behind her flashy habits and tight clothes that caused assumptions, she was a smart girl. Clever, calculating and enjoyed a good book.
Her hands ran down the cover on her current choice, an older book she had often read during the long hours of school. It had been a favourite, however it was too easy to flip through the pages at her age now. Still, the memory was nice. Carefully placing the book back in it's nestled spot, she continued her way through the aisle, long fingers trailing along the spines of the books. Feeling the hard leather, the light indenting of letters. She enjoyed this place - it was quiet, hidden. Chances of running into others was slim, yet always pleasant. There were no fights here, no judgement. Just books, quiet readers and captivation that left others little room to wonder of the dark girl who couldn't seem to choose a book.
It was rather sad, thinking about it. She loved mystery books as a child, trying to figure out who the killer was before the author had the large reveal. It was a thrill during that age, but now she could figure it out far faster than before - that is, she already knew the killer from having read them. When textbooks became over-read, she would seek out literature to help her through the long nights while awaiting sleep. Sadly, sleep had already been a rather troubling thing for her growing up. She went many nights with restless sleep and for only few hours. These days it was much easier - a long day of work and some nice tea helped ease her into her nice fluffy sheets. Oh, what a pleasant thought. It was a rare day off and the woman was enjoying it fully - though a tad lonely.
Despite how Olive enjoyed her space, she wouldn't mind company today. The thoughts of someone looking at these books with her, perhaps a man's strong arm around her waist and whispering book titles against her ear after having gently brushed back her dark hair. Ah, what a romantic thought, shame such a thing was unlikely. It was hard to a man to catch the woman's interest - she grew easily bored with others. People had trouble keeping up with her habits and interests. Some couldn't even stand her for one night - such weak men.
Grabbing a random book from the shelves, Olive glanced over the title before leaving the many rows of books and heading towards the assortment of chairs and couches. As always, she was quick to chose the chair closest to the window. Taking a seat, she allowed the book to rest in her lap while taking a glance out the window. This place was rather beautiful, it was a shame she didn't often visit this lovely place.
Post by masenna lockett on Jan 26, 2013 23:27:12 GMT -5
ooc name: Sou / Spectre tryout role: Executive activity level: Uhm, I don't know what to place here, either. but I come on when needed, and I fulfill my duties on posting. Let's go for a modest 9.999999/10. (; jk maybe like 9/10 or so. why this character?: Armed with a sharp tongue and quick wit, Masenna is a total Machiavellian. She does what she wants to, simply because of her desires. She's not a complete feminist, but she's a feminist for her own causes. She doesn't care about men - and for good reason. Of what reason does she need a man to depend on, when she has everything she needs in herself? She can carry across superb strategies at the flick of her forefinger, and can manipulate many in her web of deceit. Although she's not the most intelligent in everything, she definitely knows her psychology, having graduated off that major. She can spin her words and her appearances in a fancy twirl, allowing the spectators to be dazzled, before going in for the kill with her sharp claws. She's hungry for power, yes; but she knows when to have patience and keep her mouth shut, because she definitely realizes that powerplay is a course of her lesson in life. Masenna won't hesitate when given an order - she'll make sure to carry it across to her fullest extent. But she'll speak, of course. Thus is the job of an executive, is it not? Although she will bend to her boss' orders and commands, she'll give him her support and opinions. She's not willing to let a job go astray, just because of a mere twist in a plan. She's loyal, and that cannot be doubted. But the thing is this: she's an independent woman who knows her job - and this, exceptionally well. roleplay sample:"Be sure to keep good guard outside, sweetheart," Masenna blows a simple kiss, her effeminate hands moving in smooth, alluring movements as she turns around to enter the grandiose bathroom, inhaling the scent of the exotic oils and soaps with a simpering grin on her curled lips. Ah, yes. If this wasn't one of the perks of being in a high position, she had no idea what else. Stripping away her outer gown, she merely pours herself a glass of wine in a crystal glass, swirling the fragrant liquid around. Before she takes an anticipated sip, though, she goes ahead and drags a toe against the surface of the warm water, sighing in absolute contentment, before sinking deeply into the bubbly, aromatic water, wine in hand. Of course, she was supposed to be going over a detailed report of a building for a future plan, but that could come in later. After all, she was a woman of priorities.
Masenna closes her heavy eyelids, merely listening to the sound of popping bubbles, before raising the glass to her lips and taking a slow, savoring sip. A smile spreads against her red lips at that, but she's not as calm as she'd like to be. She smooths back her blonde ringlets, pressing the wet curls against her shoulders as she does so, before placing the wine cup onto the little compartment that worked as a nook in the bathtub. Not even bothering to dry off her hands, she picks up the papers that she's supposed to look over, blue oculars simply glancing at words here and there, before highlighting some words with her lipstick, instead. Who needed highlighters, when you had a lipstick that did it superbly? She caps the cosmetic, before placing it back onto the little stand. Then, she closes her eyes and recites. "Going in the front door would be too easy. In fact, they probably have officers, stationed there. And since they have no reason to be elsewhere, they'll be there twenty-four seven." She's only interfered in her thoughts by her own need, and she sharply raps her knuckles on the door, calling for one of the guards.
"Bubbles, Felix, bubbles," Masenna waves, an affectionate curl on her lips, which only she uses for her guards that would do anything for her. Now that she was just fine and ready to go, she continues her plans. She ends up dozing in the bath, though, but that's just fine. Her plans are perfectly set, and she sees no flaws. Besides, it would be a nice little surprise if there were flaws, anyhow. In fact, she wouldn't mind. Mulling over those pesky little plans whilst in this sort of heavenly baths? Needless to say, it was something she didn't even have to think about before checking yes.
ooc name: lavitz. tryout role: admin. activity level: i'm here every day, all day, even when i'm at work, i'm chilling on the site on my phone, stalking the cbox and checking out what's going on.
why this character?: you want to know all of robbie's talents, eh?~ he was born for this job. even as a teenager, he dabbled in gang activity. between enslaving gijinka, illegally organizing their fights to death in the back allies of town, and fighting off the opposing gangs for the right to call this town his own property? team rocket was the only job for him. it was his dream and he never had any intention of backing down from that. he intended to join and rise to the very top where he could show the group how a real leader rules over this half-pokemon race.
robert knows what he'd be getting into as leader of this villainous team. he has a fake innocence about him a polite, gentlemanly demeanor to fool anyone who thinks they know who he is. his fatherly englishman charm is often quick to win over and conquer weak minds, the foolish, and the overly trusting. robert has very strong ideals and is stubborn when it comes to changing his mind. if he has a firm belief in anything, it will stay that way. when he has a goal, he intends to reach it. if innocent people- or his own teammates- are harmed in the process? then those are sacrifices he's willing to make for the good of team rocket, and for the good of himself.
to robert, gijinka are just pokemon. they're not people. and though he has many gijinka he calls his friends, they are still pokemon. they're to be used as tools and obey what their human superiors ask of them. he feels no guilt when he offers a gijinka of any age up to the scientists of team rocket, and even finds the meat of gijinkas to be a delicacy. they are pokemon- not humans. it's not cannibalism, it's entirely normal. in the age of pokemon, people ate slowpokes and magikarp. robert doesn't see why that should change today.
Ashes were scattered across the linoleum flooring; more were added as the Englishman flicked tip of his cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, removing the excess ash as well as putting out the small flame. There was one last white sigh as the smoke billowed above his head and he continued his walk down the endless hallway. Every few meters was a new door, leading to new subjects and new ideas involving the entirety of the Gijinka race. They had big plans for these ones. If they could endure the pain and hardships that came with being a Team Rocket specimen. Not as if they were given a choice.
Robert's forehead rested on the glass of a window, his fingers gracing the metal of the door's handle as he peered through at the woman and the man who were inside. The experiments they were researching? He couldn't tell you. Each room was devoted to a different trial. By the looks of knives, drills and saws on the side table, the man on the bed probably wouldn't live to learn what he was being used for. His tender flesh would be abused and thrown away the second his heart stopped. Robert couldn't figure out what his species was. But, depending on what his Pokemon DNA was, Robert might have to take a limb or two from his mangled corpse for dinner. Gijinka meat always was the sweetest. He was particularly fond of the Miltank and Farfetch'd. It wasn't cannibalism if they weren't human. They're Pokemon.
The man's head parted from the glass as he turned on his heels to face the speaker. A woman had come through one of the other doors. He recognized her to be a scientist. One he had placed in charge of the Zero project. Immediately, Robert's face lit up with a grin of brilliantly white teeth. He was hoping for good news. She extended her hands to him, holding out a clipboard with a number of papers.
"The list of new subjects I presume? Splendid," the man cooed in a sing song tone of voice, his finger trailing down the list of every gijinka and their trainer. Some trainers were left with no gijinka name beside them, and vice versa. Problematic. His fingers lingered over those names, giving each one a little tap as he tried to commit them to memory. A Gijinka was hardly useful without their soulmate. They would have to find a hunt, one that would allow them to find their human trainer and then tap into their hidden, suppressed powers. The excitement of reuniting trainers with Pokemon was making the man giddy again.
The list was plucked free from the clipboard and neatly folded from corner to corner, then tucked away in the pocket of his coat. A pleased smile was flashed at the woman before he whisked her away with a wave of his hand. "Move along then, professor. Work with what you have. I shall handle the rest." Even his bowed head was polite and his movements graceful as he spun around on his toes and started his trek back down the hallway. This was not the time to be dilly dallying. Robert had people to find, papers to write and races to conquer.