[D&D-5e] Rick Hardcastle's Dimensional Reality Game Show Show

[Chylopan]

@Onward - Great app! I'm loving these audition-style posts, haha.

[morgantha]

WIP - will probably make one more pass before I finalize.

Sylvette Seeing Basics Sylvette Seeing Race: Human Age: 26 Class: Most likely glamour bard, maybe some type of sorcerer Appearance: Sylvette settles herself onto the stool as the cameraman adjusts the settings on his camera. An assistant approaches with a brush and a compact of blush, but Sylvette lifts a hand to wave them off politely. She reaches up and covers her face with her hands. When she folds them back in her lap, her hair, once blonde is now shimmering golden. Her lips and cheeks seem flushed with raspberry pink, and her green eyes are the green of a welcoming field of grass, eyes you could lie right down in for a lazy afternoon. "I've only got about twenty minutes before I need to meet my agent, so can we make this quick please?" she says with a sweet smile that wasn't there a moment ago. Day Job: "My life changed a lot because of my time as a contestant on the Stag! I really thought that Prince Jurian was the love of my life... but when he rejected me at the Final Altar and broke my heart, I found out that I am the love of my life! So this year, I've been taking care of me first. "Mostly I've been working on my tell-all biography, but it's sooo hard to write when I've been given so many opportunities! I'd really love to thank my sponsor, Virgin Sacrifice Cosmetics!" Sylvette smiles a big, shy smile at the camera, which zooms in slightly on her mouth as a caption appears with the company's logo and the words "Untouched Rose from Virgin Sacrifice Cosmetics - We keep your hands clean." Show Appeal: "I think this kind of show is a lot different from The Stag since I'll be competing in challenges, rather than for my lover's heart, but I think a lot of the same skills will help me! I love people and I can make friends anywhere I go!" Sylvette flutters her eyelashes at the camera and the strap of her dress happens to slip down her arm revealingly. She coyly pulls it back up, hiding her blushing cheeks behind a hand. "Plus, there's nothing I won't do to win!" She says these words with the same light and flirty tone as the rest of her monologue, but for a moment her eyes seem sharp before her face returns to the same bland smile as before. Backstory: "Anyone who has watched my season of The Stag knows that I'm just like any other little girl from a small town with big dreams! I'm from a small fishing village--you've probably never heard of it. I used to watch the Stag with my mom and my eight sisters. We had no money at all and the walls of our shack had lots and lots of holes so when the wind blew we all had to take turns being at the bottom of the pile of siblings to keep warm. Also it always smelled like fish and my dad died in a boating accident." Sylvette's eyes begin to well with tears, but she blinks them back heroically with a shake of her head. None of the production crew say or do anything, but she looks off camera for a moment and says, "No, no, I'm okay to go on. "My mom got sick right before I was cast on the show. She told me to go live my dreams and not worry about her at all! She said, 'Sylvette you go marry that prince and have your happily ever after!' Well, we all know that Prince Jurian didn't want me, so my poor mama died before she could see me happy. Now it's time for me to do something for myself, not because of some man! I'm going to win Rick Hardcastle's Reality Game Show Show for me!" Sylvette holds a determined smile for a beat too long, until a producer nods at her from behind the camera. The camera clicks off and Sylvette steps off the stool, wiping the last of the tears off of her cheeks with the back of one hand. Her glamor drops, revealing an average-looking young woman. She turns towards the gathered production crew and asks, "Anyone got a cigarette?"

[Chylopan]

@morgantha - Awesome addition! Let me know when you think it's complete.

[RossN]

Tanara Basics Tanara Race: High Elf Age: 110 Class: Rogue Appearance: Basics & Backstory: We see grainy black and footage, as if on an old security camera (or fantasy medieval equivalent). We are observing what is obviously a treasure vault from the piles of gold and silver coins, gems, goblets, statues and so on piled around. At the centre of the pile is an ornate looking belt, studded with sapphires and obviously magical. A rope drops down from somewhere above the 'camera' and a slender male elf slides down, landing with aplomb. Even in the low quality magical footage he is clearly handsome but his expression also radiates smugness and overconfidence. His eyes are drawn to the ornate belt. He reaches out, picks it up, expression growing smugger and puts it around his waist- "I don't think we need to see what happens next," an irritated female Elven voice interrupts as the black and white image freezes. We pan out to reveal we had been watching the scene in a crystal orb on a table. Seated beside it are a female Ogre host an a beautiful, annoyed looking Elven woman who seems strangely familiar. "Oh but Tanara that was the moment that won you the Dumbest Rogue Award at the Adventures Guild last year," the host says lightheartedly ignoring or oblivious to the look of rage that flares up in her guest's eyes. "You really thought that was a Belt of Giant Strength didn't you?" Tanara laughs not quite convincingly and smiles in a snarling kind of way. "Actually Alyce I knew perfectly well that was a Girdle of Masculinity/Feminity planted by my so called rival Odrin. As it happens I wanted to turn into a woman for a scheme." "Which is?" Tanara looks flummoxed for a moment than laughs, even less convincingly and tries to look haughty. "Well I can't possibly reveal all my secrets can I? I am a femme fatale now and I have to remain mysterious." Day Job: "I am a famous adventurer, scofflaw, rapscallion and rogue. A man with a thousand stories... er... a woman with a thousand stories to tell. No doubt you have heard of all those baffling burglaries that happened thirty years ago and were never solved? I may know something about those. I'm afraid I can't provide any proof. You know my mystery needs to stay... er... mysterious. Also the City Watch might arrest me." Show Appeal: Tanara tosses her hair, wincing as some of it hits her in the left eye. Shaking it off she pouts at the camera, trying to look sexy and dark yet also likable. "What can I say? Besides my devilish charm and good looks, I bring a dazzling intellect and keen appreciation to the game. Also I will do literally anything to win and show that stupid $%£!!-face Odrin that I am the best rogue around and that if it ever looked like he got the better of me it was all part a brilliant plan on my behalf." She pauses, looking a bit heated after her rant, then leans in closer to the camera trying to direct it to her bosom. "Also I have these now. Pretty cool right?" Appearance: A beautiful female Elf about 5'2 and slender in build, wearing too tight clothing and armour, impractical but stylish boots she is still mastering and an expression that shifts between overconfidence, stifled rage and mindless panic depending on the way the conversation goes.

[Chylopan]

@RossN - Unique! Dig it.

[Hal Hammerhand]

 

Buck Vs Wild The Quick and Dirty: Name: Buck Age: 5 years old but that's 35 in dog years Race: Mabari War Hound Sex: Male, as in Alpha Male! Class: Awakened Dog, Protection Focus The image on the Scrying stone pans out and the viewers can see a well-muscled dog charging across a grassy knoll, jumping over a short embankment and latching onto the padded sleeve on an ogre's arm. The dog jerks it's neck violently, nearly throwing the ogre to the ground with ferocious and threatening sounding growls muffled by leather padding. The narrator, a gruff male voice with an intense fire in his words, "I was raised to fight with my whole heart and body. I am a Mighty Warrior and you can be one too!" The Scrying stone image pans over to an obstacle course with the same well-muscled dog, his sleek, burgundy coat of fur glistening in the sun as he runs through a pit of sand, crawls under a constructed rigging covered in nasty looking thorns then dives into a pool of water and doggy paddles to the other side. As the dog bounds out of the water, he shakes his head and water flies everywhere while the camera pans in to the dog's face, "You follow my survival guide to primitive living and you can be a warrior like me!" A training montage scrolls through, the same dog, pulling weighted sleds with a harness, wrestling with a well-muscled half-orc on the ground, running and dodging through swinging logs and digging a hole under a rock with mighty kicks of his front paws, "I'll show you how to live in the rough and survive all the dangers of the wild to be a Mighty Warrior!" The well-muscled dog lunges at a grizzly bear standing on it's hind legs then a big title flashes across the image, "BUCK VS WILD!!!" Day Job: During the day, Buck is a personal trainer, survival guide and also shoots sequences for his social media-famous video series, Buck vs Wild, which is totally non-profit and gives all the tips and tricks to surviving in the wild and building yourself into an apex predator. He also gives back to the community by helping out at the local dog shelter as a caretaker and motivational speaker. Show Appeal: Buck prides himself on keeping himself in peak physical condition and if there is a competition where he can prove his strength, veracity and drive to succeed, he's there. And did we mention that he is a talking dog? Who doesn't love dogs?! Appearance: Buck is a well-muscled Mabari War hound, hardened from war. His ears are small and pointed at the tips so other animals or enemies can't grab hold of them and his tail is a whip-like cord of muscle that could fell a small tree when he is happy. His belly and chest are covered in white fur but the rest of his coat is a dark burgundy, to hide the blood from injuries. He stands about a foot and a half tall at the shoulder with a thick, muscled neck and is about seventy pounds of pure muscle and fury. Backstory: Buck was born and raised in a militia camp for a small village that were short on soldiers. He was trained to fight, track and protect his master to the bitter end. He lost most of his litter mates in the small skirmishes that rook place but everyone he lost made him fight all the harder, it seemed. He hadn't been given human intelligence but it seemed he already possessed more intelligence and drive than most dogs. When the militia was fortified with a local lords army, the last remaining war dogs were de-commissioned to civilian jobs. buck was given over to a powerful wizard who needed some conventional means of protection for his tower of magical items and such. It was only after a year that Buck had become more of a friend and companion to the wizard than just a guard dog. In sensing that enhanced intellect, the wizard gave Buck a gift, the gift of Awakening. With his new-found intelligence, Buck talked daily with the wizard and in time gained even more personality than what he had had previously. When he reached four years old, the Wizard had been promoted to a counsel position in the kingdom and no longer needed a guard dog and with his new found intelligence, Buck was able to take care of himself. He set out and survived in the wilderness for some time with only brief pauses in villages where he discovered the miracle of Social Media Scrying, the way to get your knowledge out there to other people who needed it. He made a deal with a bard named Hanselt and together they started recording short segments for Buck Vs Wild, a videography of Buck's skills and life-hacks that could help adventurers and survivalists around the world.

[Chylopan]

@Hal Hammerhand - An Awakened dog with a survival media following. Hilarious, lol!

[Onward]

Bumping, I guess.

[Amarga]

Marcus Von Häussler WIP Name: Marcus Von Häussler Age: 28 Race: Dhampir (human) Class: Fighter (Scout) Day Job/Appearance: The up and coming star receiver for the Blood Gutters, A top tier football team which was highly funded by a number of vampire families and liches, came into the picture. He was a broad-shouldered, pale man who grinned amicably, showing off some impressive fangs. His short, pale hair was swept back elegantly, accentuating his broad features, which in turn impressively highlighted the spark behind his eyes. He sat down in an ornate, high-backed armchair, swirling a glass of dark liquid in one hand while repeatedly tossing up a ridiculously ornate football. A fire crackled in the background, and the dim lighting played unsettling shadows across his grinning features. "Some of you may know me, but for zose few who do not, my name is Marcus Von Häussler, vone of ze best receivers in DFL." Again the grin, followed by a swallow of "wine". He put down the glass and leaned in, gripping the ball in either hand. "Ze Blood Gutters are ze greatest franchise in ze league, vithout any doubt vhatsoever. Have you seen my stats? outstanding! Zis year's trophy vill be ours, don't listen to a vord zose dwarven grit-suckers say! You should see my trophy room, my father makes sure ze thralls clean it daily, it sparkles like ze sun!" He leaned back with a sigh, picking up his glass and downing the remaining half of its contents. "It is not easy to stay on ze top! Every day I must vake up before ze moon, perform my training to ze most stringent degree under ze tutelage of ze most relentless ghouls to have played ze sport! In fact my head trainer is old school even by ze standard of elven coaches (given zat he has been around since its inception). Only zen am I allowed to relax and have a cup of "vine" before supper. And oh, how my father likes to badger me about my bearing about ze manor! It is a tough life I lead, and no mistake!" Someone offscreen muttered a question that wasn't quite picked up by the scrying. "Hmm? You've heard about zat party?" Marcus scowled as he realized his glass was empty. "Vell I can only say zat ze details are greatly exaggerated, all members of ze Blood Gutters are part of ze temperance league and restrain our desires vell vithin ze law! Anyvays, pass me another bottle of "vine" would you?" Show Appeal: A boisterous, eloquently spoken, rough and tumble, aristocratic sportsman with a love of "wine". Prone to outbursts of maniacal laughter worthy of his father. "I know vat people say about us vitally challenged folk. Ze sun zis, garlic zat, blah blah blah. But ve are no skulking slouches! Ve are an energetic group vith a love of ze good life!" Marcus seized the bottle of "wine" from the servant (thrall) and greedily downed its contents. "Bwa ha ha ha! Properly lukewarm, as it should be! Anyvays, zis place needs a touch of proper sport to it. Vhat's a show vithout some sport? And some representation! I tell you, us vitally challenged people are underrepresented in ze media, I know a few liches who vould love to provide more funding if they could be confident zeir people voted be properly represented." Another thrall, another bottle. This time, however, Marcus freezed as the bottle touches his lips, "Is zis… cold? Who in zeir right mind vould serve cold bloo- vine!?" In an instant he leapt from his seat and out of the view of the orb. Smash! Tinkle, AIYEEEEE! A few moments later Marcus reappeared, straightening his Jacket as he took his seat. He offered an aplogetic smile to the orb, his teeth stained red, "It is so hard to find good help zese days, my deepest apologies. Anyvays, vere vas I? Ah yes! I do hope this recording finds you vell, and zat you have the good sense to broaden your inclusivity. I'd be a great ambassador for the undead demographic!" Backstory: "Oh you vant to know a bit of my past? I'm guessing I can oblige a bit, though compared to my career it's nothing special." He set the ball down on his lap and rubbed his chin, "Vell my mother vas a darling actress, and my father of course is ze resplendent Count Von Häussler. I vas ze only fruit of that dalliance, and quite vital for such a child." Marcus grinned as he reminisced, "Ever since I could valk, I vas marked for sport. My father made sure I had ze finest tutors in ze land, and all ze other families made sure I vas introduced to ze big names in ze business." He chuckled and took another swig from the newest bottle of "wine". "Vhen it finally came time to choose a team, I had zem falling all over zemselves to get me. But my father had a friend in ze coach of ze Blood Gutters, so I gladly signed up vith zem. A solid bunch, all of zem, our captain is vone of ze best quarterbacks in ze league! Anyvays, ever since zen it has been history, as zey say." Marcus nodded to the cameraman and flashed his unsettling grin, "I must thank you for coming out here, I rarely get ze chance to reminisce like zis. Do not vorry about accommodations, my father vill make sure you get ze best ve have to offer. And uh, tell your producers ze families vould be much obliged if zey vould attend zhat little party the Albrechs are throwing zis Friday. Ve cannot vait to hear back from zem."

[Pseudonymous]

Do I have any idea what I'm going to do with this concept? No. Am I applying with it anyway? Yes.

Application The Basics Name: Hivemind Age: Three months Race: BEEEEES (modified UA Plasmoid stats-- probably swapping out the Darkvision and maybe futzing with the natural resistance to be more appropriate.) Class: Possibly druid or barbarian A vaguely-humanoid mass, clad in a trench coat and hood, slouches unnaturally in a plush chair. The fabric of the coat writhes uncomfortably, as though something is crawling underneath. A low, droning buzz emanates from within. The camera shifts, as though the person behind it is struggling to keep from running away. "GREETINGS, VERTEBRATES." A voice, or perhaps hundreds of voices, resonates from within the depths of the trench coat. "YOU MAY CALL US 'HIVEMIND.' WE ARE THE ULTIMATE TEAM, CONDENSED INTO A SINGLE BEING. WE ARE UNITED. SYNCHRONIZED. HARMONIOUS. UNSTOPPABLE. WE HAVE-- WE--- WAIT-- WHAT?" The creature pauses, looking down at itself. A rising cacophony of frantic buzzing comes from within its torso. "WHAT? WE--- NO! GUYS, COME ON, WE AGREED ON THIS." The amorphous blob inside the coat pulses angrily. "SERIOUSLY? NO. THAT'S STUPID." Another series of buzzes. "I DON'T CARE IF TAMMY SPENT THREE HOURS COMING UP WITH THE PUNS, WE'RE NOT GOING TO--- UGH, TAMMY, NO, DON'T CRY. SARAH, STOP ENCOURAGING HER. WE--" The thousand-voices sighs in defeat. "FINE. WE... 'BEE-LIEVE' WE HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO WIN THIS COMPETITION. VIEWERS WILL BE... 'BUZZING' WITH EXCITEMENT WHEN WE SHOW OFF THE POWER OF OUR PERFECT TEAMWORK. THERE. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?" Something inside the coat buzzes happily. "We're bees!" came a tiny voice from within. "We're a bunch of bees in a trench coat! And we're on TV now! Hi Mom! Hi! Can you see me waving, Mom?" "OH MY BEE-GODS, STEPHANIE, WE ALL HAVE THE SAME MOM AND SHE IS LITERALLY FOUR INCHES TO YOUR LEFT!" Day Job The scene shifts to B-roll of an idyllic meadow. Hivemind slouches in a boneless lump in a patch of daisies, their hood slowly oozing over its face. Hundreds of honeybees dart to and fro. "SO YEAH, THIS IS WHERE WE USUALLY HANG OUT," they say. "WE WORK HERE, AND WE LIVE, UH, OVER THERE---" It takes a moment, but one floppy arm raises and gestures towards a series of large white crates stacked in a corner of the field. A stone tower looms in the background. "THE HIVES, NOT THE TOWER. OUR LANDLORD LIVES IN THE TOWER. SOME WIZARD GUY. HE BUILT THE BEE BOXES THAT WE LIVE IN, AND WE PAY HIM IN HONEY AND BY NOT STINGING HIM TO DEATH. WHICH... WE COULD TOTALLY DO, IF WE FELT LIKE IT." The scene cuts briefly to a human in a pointy wizard hat and garden gloves, pulling weeds from a vegetable garden. "They totally couldn't," he says flatly. "They're honeybees. If they sting me, they literally die." "WE ENJOY OUR LIFE HERE," Hivemind continues, the scene jumping back to them. "WE POLLINATE THE FLOWERS, AND WE CREATE HONEY AND BEESWAX FOR OUR MAGNIFICENT QUEEN. WE LIVE IN PERFECT HARMONY WITH ONE ANOTHER AND-- STEPHANIE, I SWEAR IF YOU STEP ON MY ANTENNAE ONE MORE TIME I WILL-- WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!? " The video suddenly becomes shaky as the cameraman takes off running. In the distance, the shape of a flailing trench coat exploding into angry bees can be seen. Show Appeal "THE HIVEMIND BRINGS SOMETHING NEW TO THE MULTIVERSAL TELEVISION AUDIENCE," Hivemind says, lounging awkwardly in the plush chair. "BEES. LOTS AND LOTS OF BEES. WE BRING THE DRAMA OF FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS, THE UPLIFTING FEEL-GOOD THEMES OF TEAMWORK AND OF THE 'LITTLE GUYS' OVERCOMING ALL OBSTACLES, AND THE THRILLING DANGER OF HAVING SEVEN THOUSAND ANGRY CREATURES WITH KNIVES ON THEIR BUTTS LIVING IN CLOSE PROXIMITY TO YOU. PLUS, WE OFFER THE GREATEST HONOR OF ALL: A CHANCE TO HAVE REAL LIVING ROYALTY CONTRIBUTE TO YOUR LITTLE SHOW. THAT'S RIGHT: OUR MOM IS A LITERAL QUEEN AND WE ARE HERE TO FIGHT IN THE NAME OF HER GREAT GLORY!" "I'm so proud of you all!" a tiny, slightly teary voice came from within the trench coat. "My sweet little larvae-babies are all grown up and taking on the world in violent competition!" "ALSO, IF YOU HAVE EVER EATEN A FRUIT OR VEGETABLE OR SEEN A LIVING PLANT, YOU HAVE US TO THANK. WE ARE THE REASON YOU GUYS HAVE FOOD. YOU'RE WELCOME." "ON THE BUSINESS SIDE OF THINGS, WE BRING A PREVIOUSLY-UNTAPPED COMMERCIAL MARKET TO YOUR CHANNEL: THE INVERTEBRATES. WE OUTNUMBER YOU ENDOSKELETAL BIPEDS A THOUSAND TO ONE, AND YET NEVER HAVE WE SEEN A COMMERCIAL FOR TINY SIX-PACKS OF SHOES OR CARAPACE POLISH OR ANTENNAE JEWELRY. THIS IS A TRAVESTY!" Something inside the coat buzzed again. "AH, YES, THANKS FOR THE REMINDER, SAMMY. YOU SHOULD ALSO VOTE FOR US BECAUSE WE THINK WE LOOK REALLY GOOD IN A TRENCH COAT." Appearance It's seven thousand bees writhing around in a trench coat. They move awkwardly, lacking things like a skeleton or muscle fibers, and anyone who gets too close can hear the ever-present hum of buzzing and see individual bees moving under the fabric. Occasionally one falls out and has to crawl back inside. It's honestly a little creepy, but at least they seem friendly enough. Backstory "WE DO NOT REMEMBER MUCH PRIOR TO THE GREAT AWAKENING," Hivemind says, "THINGS ARE... FUZZY BACK THEN. WE BELIEVE -- 'bee-lieve'-- SURE, BEE-LIEVE, THAT WE WERE JUST AVERAGE BEES. COLLECTING POLLEN, DEFENDING THE HIVE, ETC. BUT THEN CAME THE DAY OF THE MIRACLE... AND WE WERE BLESSED WITH KNOWLEDGE BY THE GREAT BEE GODS. CHOSEN TO BE GREAT HEROES! THERE IS NO OTHER EXPLANATION." The scene cuts back to the gardener-wizard. "Meh, I just wanted to see if I could cast an awakening spell on an entire beehive. I forget what my reasoning for that was. I was probably drunk." Back to Hivemind. "---AND NOW WE KNOW OUR DUTY IS TO RISE ABOVE COMMON BEE-KIND AND WALK AMONG VERTEBRATE-KIND! WE SHALL SHOW THEM THE POWER AND PERFECTION OF OUR SPECIES! THEY WILL KNEEL ON THEIR STUPID TWO-LEGS BEFORE US!" "And also we want to try a snow-cone!" "YES, AND ALSO WE WANT TO GET A SNOW-CONE."

[psuedenim]

I have a Harengon Twilight Cleric I could certainly Weak, Dumb, Bouncy and a little Righteoustwist for this. Have a look and let me know if I should apply and if you needs some changes

[Chylopan]

Loving what everyone is coming up with!

These character concepts are great.

Still plenty of time to go.

@psuedenim - mechanically, the character looks fine. I'd say the trick would be coming up with a cool application. Competition is tough!

[MaximumUnicorn]

Oh man, this is wild. I literally grew up watching the old Real World/Road Rules shows on MTV (probably not a great thing in hindsight but eh XD). I'll work on this throughout the day.

Application Basics Name: Maggie Auldban Age: 19 Race: Human Class: Cleric, domain still undecided Concept: The most boring, milquetoast, white-bread Midwest girl production could find. On paper its for demographic purposes, but in reality its because they know these kind of people are the first to snap on these shows, and that means ratings baby! The camera starts with a young human female, smiling and waving awkwardly. Her dirty blonde hair is straight and past her shoulders, obviously never having seen dye or product in it's life. The poor girl is dressed like an elderly librarian, with a high collar and long sleeve button up blouse adorned with an over the shoulder cardigan, and a skirt that goes all the way down to her ankles. "Umm, hi there. I'm umm...I'm Maggie Auldban." She giggles nervously before taking a deep breath and recentering herself. "And this..this is my application for the Dimensional Reality Game Show...Show? Oh, and I'm being helped out by my best friend since kindergarten Jordan." The camera nods a few times before initating in a series of crude jump-cuts. "So anyway, I grew up on a farm with the rest of my family, two sisters and two brothers, I'm the oldest." The scene shifts to seeing the entire Auldban family unit, all dressed equally conservative, standing and waving awkwardly in front of the cattle pens. "My uncle is the village preacher, a priest of Heironeous, real fire and brimstone kind of guy." Now the footage changes to a muted and slightly sped up scene of said priest at the pulpit, preaching with obvious fervor based on how many times he's shaking his fist and shouting into the crowd. "My life is pretty simple really." Not a voice over, this time Maggie is leading the camera into a room, with three beds in it. "This is the girls room, all of us sisters have to share, which is umm...so yeah I guess you could say I've got experience living in close quarters." She nervously chuckles before making her way over to her bed, pulling something out from under the mattress. "Here, let me show you this...so um..." Her voice dropping to a whisper, the camera zooms in on the book in her hands, a homemade scrapbook dedicated to the all-goblinoid band GLARL. "Don't tell my folks but, I'm like the worlds biggest GLARL fan..." The scrapbook flips through pictures and clippings, stopping at a large picture of the lead singer Angus Bloody-eye, which Maggie slowly drags her fingers over before the scene ends abruptly. "I don't really have what a lot of people would call a job just yet, other than helping out on the farm..." Another shift, this time to a couple of different scenes of Maggie shucking corn and helping with livestock. "I've been accepted at the temple my uncle trained at...." Suddenly, things snap back to Maggie, now nervously rubbing her thighs. "But that doesn't start until next summer and..." Looking away, the young farmhand bites her lip and looks around, as if she's looking for someone to jump in off screen before looking at the camera. "So, I've watched a lot of things y'all put out, mostly over at Jordan's and...I know there is a huge world out there I just want to see before I start the training, you know? This is like the only chance I might get to see it all and...anyway, I hope I got down everything you were looking for, and I look forward to hearing back from you." Once again, that polite smile as she bows to the camera before it unceremoniously cuts off.

All fin.

[Chylopan]

Originally Posted by MaximumUnicorn

Oh man, this is wild. I literally grew up watching the old Real World/Road Rules shows on MTV (probably not a great thing in hindsight but eh XD). I'll work on this throughout the day.

Yesss... join the chaos!

[psuedenim]

Basics Name:Trickzy Rutnburrow Age: Old enough to know better, young enough to not care Race: Harengon Sex: Male "Applicant two hundred and fifty two please. Can we have Applicant two hundred and fifty two" Tricksy walks into the interview room, a dull and barren place with two chairs. The interviewer sat in one, the other for him he presumes. Walking over the other people there start their fussing, the make up artist is at a loss when she realises that the face powder is no good on fur, the lights and camera adjustments are easier. Trickzy night job has always forced him to take it easy on the conditioner so there is not much light reflection. "Greetings... errmm" - checks notes - "Mr Trickzy Bunnies-rut. Have a seat"

Day Job "So what do you normally do? What pays the bills and what do you do for fun?" "Hi, great to be here and just a minor correction its Trickzy Rut N Burrow. Nothing to do with Bunnies.". Trickzy takes a moment to gather his thoughts, gently fondling the silver symbol hanging around his neck - a gauntlet gripping a, well one hopes its a carrot (definitely a carrot if you ask Tricksy who will insist the odd appearance is from it saving him from a neck injusry). He smiles, settles into the chair, his black leather creaking. Adjusts the dark leather bands protecting his hands and after a light grooming of his left forearm speaks "Interesting question, but I plan to answer a similar but different question as your's is too easy. My day job is sleeping, my night job is much more interesting - well my day job could be interesting for us if you want to burrow into that." "Errr. Well yes, thats fine I was mainly interested in your main profession at this stage." "Its pretty simple, I am a humble (cough) - sorry I blame Helm for that - servant of Helm. I know you expect the big chaps thee-ing and thou-ing all over with their massive swords swinging all over the place but there's more to it than just banging heads together. Some of the things that go bump in the night are just as dangerous and prefer the quiet dark places to perform their salacious deeds. That's where someone such as myself comes in, I can really get into those deeper darker places and bring the light of Helm and, if I say so myself, I have left a lot new converts in my wake - I mean Helm will take them alive or not and so must I."

Show Appeal "Well that's all well and good but this is going to be THE next big thing. Whats your WOW how are you going to engage an audience and keep them coming back for more. We know this has the potential to make you a star but every star needs a spark!" "Whats my WOW? I'm not sure who else you have seen but to only ask for one seems like a low bar" Tricksy, who is coming across as a bit of a fidget in general, starts fidgeting with his shield. There is a little click and then Tricks leaps up into the air, brings his feet up to his side and slips his shield onto them. "Boom,the first WOW! I made it myself and you are going to LOVE IT! I call it a Skateshield - its got these little rollers and it's the bomb for getting off roofs quickly. Really handy when I need to escape when doing my nightly conversions". Tricksy gives a little push and circles a couple of times around the interviewer finishing off with a little jump over his chair before sitting back in down. The interviewer makes some notes Rides a tiny cart.. Taps their clipboard with their quill and asks "Thank you for that demonstration My RutBunny, so what is your other wow hmmmm?" Tricksy stands up and clears his throat "I love to sing, not sure if I have great natural voice but I've seen what you can do with magi-tune. I probably dont need a lot of assistance but we do need to be entertaining. Here's a little sample - this really sets my mood before I go night stalking" "When you call my name it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there" "And one more - a little icing on the carrot cake" Tricksy winks and then does a back flip into his chair, spreading his arms in a physical 'TA-DA' gesture.

Appearance "So tell us more about your style, I mean do bunnies have a particular style?" "Bunnies - man you need to chill with the bunnies. I am a Harengon and we have nothing to do with Bunnies. Here let me throw you a carrot. I'm a chill dude and I dress to reflect that, you might expect a servant of Helm to be plated to the nines but this is so not my vibe. I see myself as a guardian in the night and clunking around like a Gnome with his toys all shined up is not going to get the job done. AS you may have guessed I am the inspiration for that other night guardian - whats-his-name? One of those other dudes dressed in black that runs around at night with his fake wings. " Trickzy flicks his blue scarf around whilst dropping his shades to give the interviewer his serious look. "You know why he has those 'wings', its because he doesn't have these bad boys". Trickzy slaps his thighs, springs to his feet and lands right in front of the interviewer, leans in, puts his hands on arms of the chair and whispers "You dont care about style, what you really want is an excuse to stroke my fur. I mean how could you resist the luxurious softness of it, go on it's OK you can stroke it." He jumps back to his own chair laughing and says whilst sitting back down "Lets finish this first, you can stroke me later" and he adjusts his black leather to get more comfortable.

Backstory "Well all this has been... very interesting... so far. I just need some more details before we start short listing our potential vic - errr contestants. What brought you to this point in your life, what makes you YOU?" "We were originally Fey and still carry the better of those attributes but the worlds call to us. My family came here a while back and after a few generations sort of settled here as there is lots to explore and learn. I have a very large family - very large - and its hard to be yourself, find yourself. I needed to find out who I was and what my gifts to the world would be." Tricksy sighs, a distant look to his eyes and then focuses back on the interviewer "There were highs and lows, the lowest was where I found Helm. Sometimes you go looking for a thing and that thing isnt anything like you thought and it could bring lots of badness with you. I'm sure you understand you look like a kindred spirit that's plumbed some depths too. Anyways I was desperate and don't normally pray for help - I mean a Harengon has to be able to bounce on his own two feet - but this was not good. Underground, dark, lost, fearful - nothing like a burrow - and this calm came to me and thats when Helm gave me his gift. Ever since then the night, the dark, these are things I no longer fear." Tricksy pulls down his shades just enough to wink at the interviewer "I could maybe give you a taste of that solidity I feel in the dark, let a little Helm in. Feel his strength grow inside you, you know faith can be very comforting as can my fur be too"

OOC Yes there will bad singing but tasteful and appropriate