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Application for Drizzt Do’Urden (Forgotten Realms)

((Spoilers for the Legend of Drizzt Series including The Orc King))

 

Change

It is what happens with the passage of time, whether we mere mortals like it or not.
It is the wave against the rock, the falling of the shore into the ocean.
The challenge is to see this as change and not pure destruction.

It is the circumstance I have been put in, though some changes were easier
to fathom than others. Leaving House Do’Urden and finding the Surface was
evolution that saved my life, made me who I am. Admitting my feelings for
Catti-brie and marrying her was another large step in the right direction,
change I feared but accepted.

The tide has turned, I fear, in a direction more towards erosion than growth.
The wonderful marriage I thought I had was further proven a friendly a
rrangement. The peaceful life patrolling around Mithral Hall has become a
bit harder as of late.

At one point in history, such change would have torn through my heart.
Now, however I see it as a gateway to new opportunities, new adventures,
new places I never thought I would travel, and skills I never thought I
would want to learn.

Maybe change can indeed be good though it wears an ugly
face at times.

-Drizzt Do’Urden

 

A black-skinned elf the size of a short, slender human walks into the
sorting room. His long, thick white hair falls over the white, direwolf fur
stoll of his green cloak. He is wearing a nice gray shirt over plain
leather leggings and high black boots. A sword is strapped to each
hip.

He walks in and looks at the application, taking a quill and
pondering.

 

( How to bemuse a drow ranger )

 

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy,
cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____DD______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each
and every one of them. _____DD_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.
_____DD ____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______DD_____"

 

Application for Caprica Six, Battlestar Galactica (2003 reimagining)

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A tall, statuesque woman, so blonde her hair looked to be nearly white and dressed in elegant looking black pants and an equally flattering black halter top, appeared in the Sorting Room. She didn't look confused or disoriented, and she moved with grace and purpose to the table holding the application. She picked up the application and skimmed over it, pausing every now and then to raise an eyebrow or smile faintly. With an amused glance at the quill pen, she began to write her answers.

( Genocide, murder, vengeance... They're all sins in the eyes of God. That's what you and I know. That's what they don't want to hear. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. C6
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. C6
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. C6
One day, marmalade will rule the world. C6"

((Caprica Six's head!Gaius is not perceivable to anyone else. Not even other versions of her have shown any awareness that he is there. So while it's obvious that occasionally she's talking to or listening to someone who's not there, it's basically as if she's talking to a made-up invisible friend--no other presence would be dectected. As far as I know, anyway. Additionally, Head!Gaius occasionally knows things that he should have no way of knowing about people they've never met, and tells Caprica little hints to move in the direction he/she/they want to take. He doesn't do it often and I will, of course, ask the mun before having him butt into a conversation like that.))