Madison Marx Accepted!
Yo, Kate. Thanks for applying for Madison! You have been accepted, friend. We look forward to having you and Madison in the RP. Please make your bliggity bloggity in the next 24hrs and submit it to the main!
OOC Name: Kate
OOC Age: 15
Time Zone: EST
Character you are applying for: Madison Marx
Activity Level (scale of 1 - 10): 7
Questions?: Nope.
Have you read the rules?: Cookie Dough oh god.
Sample Para (IC, third person, at least 2 paragraphs):
Madison always considered herself someone of a chess master. She hated the actual game, finding it trivial and a waste of time, but the concept of planning every move beforehand for the best result in the end was something she could appreciate. She treated life as one large game of chess. The people around her were her pawns and her persuasive voice was the hand that hovered over said pieces, controlling their every move. It didn't matter how many of her pieces ended up on her oppenent's side, as long as she met her "destination", she considered it a success and her losses collateral damage. She had tunnel vision for her goal and that was all that mattered. Sometimes, Madison didn't even have a goal. Her manipulations and moves were just to prove how good of a chess player she could be.
Today was just another game of chess. Her opponent was a boy who had been fawning after her relentlessly, always almost on his knees begging her to go out on a date with him. She knew it wasn't because of her personality, but simply because she was the hottest thing around for miles and it was a status booster to have her on your arm. Like a lion toying with its prey before devouring it, Madison accepted his proposal of a lunch date and began her game. It began with the some simple convincing to get the boy to give Madison his jacket. She walked in front of him slightly so she would be his only thing in vision and began to not so subtly rub her arms, forcing her teeth to clack audibly as if she was suffering from a great chill. Within a moment he rushed forward, draping his warm jacket over her shoulders and she flashed a grateful smile and continued in her strut before him. Her chess pieces moved forward, inching square by square closer to the king.
The game neared it's end when she rustled through her clutch to find some cash to pay for her meal, pretending to not see the multitude of twenties and fifties pressed neatly between the folds of her wallet. She looked up in disappointment, her lips pouting out, and informed her boy toy of her situation. The godly hand that held control over her pieces picked them up, preparing to move. Annoyance flickered in his eyes for a moment before he reached into his pocket to dish out more money for her. Her pieces were in place and she had a pile of her opponent's pawns beside her, and as he handed the cashier money, her pieces surrounded his king.
Checkmate.