Post by Hayate on Aug 22, 2014 20:30:21 GMT
out of character;
Name: Christine
Age: 23
Contact: scramblesblog.tumblr or riceballs-anonymous (skype)
Do you want to be contacted here when the outcome of your application has been decided: Sure
Pronouns: She/her/haya/yo/dude/bro/homeskillet
in character;
Applying for: Gekkou Hayate
Rank: Tokujou
Affiliation: Konoha
roleplay example;
A deep exhale followed a slow inhale and back again, and muscles relaxed as Hayate fell into his usual trance wiping clean his sword. Cloth slid along the length of steel in one slow, assured motion. His body moved with the action in rhythm with his breath; neck and shoulders turned with the glimmer running along the blade, eyes mesmerized by the reflecting glare. It had to be just right, as perfect as the blade itself.
It wasn't a matter of art or self-discipline as others had suggested, it was duty. He took up his sword in duty to the village, and he maintained his sword in duty to the tool itself. Though some will call it a weapon, Hayate had never seen his in such light for it was far more. Some shinobi had partners, some had animal companions, some simply their own wits and bare fists... Hayate had his sword: the responsibility, the security, the freedom of his sword--and with it, he could do anything.
Name: Christine
Age: 23
Contact: scramblesblog.tumblr or riceballs-anonymous (skype)
Do you want to be contacted here when the outcome of your application has been decided: Sure
Pronouns: She/her/haya/yo/dude/bro/homeskillet
in character;
Applying for: Gekkou Hayate
Rank: Tokujou
Affiliation: Konoha
roleplay example;
A deep exhale followed a slow inhale and back again, and muscles relaxed as Hayate fell into his usual trance wiping clean his sword. Cloth slid along the length of steel in one slow, assured motion. His body moved with the action in rhythm with his breath; neck and shoulders turned with the glimmer running along the blade, eyes mesmerized by the reflecting glare. It had to be just right, as perfect as the blade itself.
It wasn't a matter of art or self-discipline as others had suggested, it was duty. He took up his sword in duty to the village, and he maintained his sword in duty to the tool itself. Though some will call it a weapon, Hayate had never seen his in such light for it was far more. Some shinobi had partners, some had animal companions, some simply their own wits and bare fists... Hayate had his sword: the responsibility, the security, the freedom of his sword--and with it, he could do anything.
