Application ♛ babylonwood
The Player
User Name/Nick: Arden
User LJ: dancinpenguins (:O I feel so disclosed)
AIM/IM: thegreatmuldini
E-mail: kiwi4ever13[at]hotmail[dot]com
Other Characters: Not so much.
The Character
Character Name: Fox William Mulder
Character Journal: mulder_trustno1
Canon: The X-Files
Age: 35
From When?: Season 5, "Redux Pt. II" Scully's dying from cancer, and Cancer Man's given Mulder information that could help her go into remission. He also brings Mulder to meet his long missing sister Samantha, and finds out that Cancer Man has been raising her, and they have a touching little reunion in which CSM is manipulating the shit out of Mulder's crazy sister feelings. Finally, Cancer Man gives Mulder the offer of a lifetime : he'll tell him the Truth he's long sought out - if he quits the FBI and works for him. Mulder's greatly tempted... and this is when he gets drawn into the Wood.
Abilities/Powers: Mulder is renowned for his uncanny ability to profile criminals, and remarkable insight into the minds of serial killers, during his work in the Violent Crimes Division. He received numerous commendations as an agent and has a degree in Psychology from Oxford University, where he graduated with honors. He's also a skilled athlete when it comes to... almost every sport, from basketball to bowling. He has tons of baseball statistics memorized. He's been trained as a federal agent, so he knows how to handle a gun, etc.
Power Limitations: --
Inventory: FBI badge, defunct cell phone, sunflower seeds, clothes (black suit, white shirt, tie, black silk boxers, socks, shoes) flashlight, Beretta 92FS, sunglasses.
Personality:
Fox Mulder possesses a level of idealism that has shaped the entirety of his life and choices - and proven to be both a boon and his greatest character flaw simultaneously. While Mulder is originally searching for "the truth" as a way to reconcile himself with the implications of his sister's disappearance, it is, at the core, driven by a deeper need to fight for justice and honesty in a corrupt and cynical system. Mulder himself possesses a dry and cynical sense of humor, which has only become sharpened by repeatedly running into walls on his investigations into the paranormal. What is most telling, however, is that rarely does he ever allow these walls to dampen his enthusiasm, in terms of his quest for "the truth".
Mulder clearly has an obsessive personality, and while his first obsession was his sister's disappearance, this mutated into a fixation on the paranormal itself, and his work on the X-Files (he's a notable workaholic and insomniac) - leading to his divorce from short-term wife and X-Files partner, Diana Fowley. What Mulder still does not realize (and won't until Season 7 of the X-Files), is that his obsessive fixation has shifted again - onto the well-being of Dana Scully, who, by the point I'm playing him at, is closest to the driving force behind his quest.
Mulder has a tendency to be rather self-righteous, especially when anyone tries to shut him down. He's not exactly a people person - he can get by, but his overly intense demeanor, strange sense of humor, and fixation on the paranormal can often be a turn-off in social situations.
History: [You don’t have to go into a huge amount of detail, just tell us what events in your character's life shaped them the most. Also, OC’s will need a little more detail.]
First Person Sample: You get two. One is angsty voice-over Mulder, one is not.
Sample actually... from the episode I'm taking him from :O When he's mulling over his decision / crying at Scully's bedside
That's how the Devil works, isn't it?
Laying out the silver platter, replete with everything you could ever want. Every earthly thing you've ever sought.
The truth. The cure. The end. Samantha.
If I accept, if I turn tail on everything I believe, and just say that one word, yes, if I let it drip off my tongue like oh so much poison, I can have all these things.
Like a divine instrument of truth, of justice, given all of the tools I need to smite this darkness. This cancer that's been devouring my life, paralleled by the sickness ravaging Scully's body right now.
But to take these tools from the Devil's hand?
No. There's damnation in it, for more than just me. Darkness won't be defeated by darkness, sickness swallowed up by contagion. I have to resign myself to living in its shadow, because I can't become a shadow myself.
She wouldn't want me to.
And if there's salvation to be found yet, it lies in that.
I take her hand, in the darkness, and weep for what little light is left.
And an in character voice transmission post.
Prose Sample: Mulder bonds with his soul-camel. Over Scully's death. Don't question, just read.
Timeline: At the end of the Season 6 two part episode "Dreamland"
Really, Mulder's first reaction was that it had to be some kind of elaborate prank.
Ok, scratch that. His first reaction was that he'd walked into the wrong apartment. After all, it'd been years now since the place had seen any physical changes whatsoever. When he'd first moved in here, newly divorced, he'd thrown things about in the most haphazardly bachelor pad fashion imaginable, because no one was going to tell him to do otherwise. That way he could focus on work, which was, after all, one of the major reasons that the Big D had descended in the first place. He had stayed so focused, over the next several years, that the apartment had continued to look exactly the same.
So what in the hell was all this?
He threw his door open, looking around wildly, as if he was going to catch whoever had decided to redecorate his apartment skulking down the hallway.
No one.
Mulder rattled his doorknob, and the locks, checking to see if they were loose. Nothing. Finally, he picked up his phone and pounded in the number for the landlord, who told him quite bluntly that he hadn't let anyone into his apartment.
He wasn't sure what was worse - the fact that the place looked like a Pottery Barn show floor, the blue lights, or the sneaking suspicion that the damage extended beyond the main foyer. It was with a sudden burst of trepidation that he threw open the door to the bedroom that he used as an extra storage closet.
His jaw dropped.
The four poster bed, complete with mirrors over the top, dominated most of the room. All of his paperwork was gone, and he was seized with a sudden sense of panic, even though he hadn't actually looked at most of those papers in years. It was the instinctual reflex of the pack rat. Mulder moved slowly, dumbly, into the room, hoping that at any moment he might wake up, and find things returned to their comforting regular state.
A glance out the window at least calmed him down somewhat - he could see his regular furniture as well as large boxes that probably contained his papers in the alley behind the apartment, piled near the dumpster. He felt momentarily triumphant - all of this stuff, wherever it came from, was going to go straight out there, and he could bring everything of his own back in, no damage done.
He went to sit on the edge of the bed, and found himself falling backwards, as his butt unexpectedly sunk into the mattress, and he realized with surprise that it was a water bed.
A free giant water bed.
Well... there were some things you just didn't argue with.
That was when he heard the distinctive beeping of a garbage truck approaching down the back alley. With a few colorful curses, he booked it for the door.
Special Notes:
User Name/Nick: Arden
User LJ: dancinpenguins (:O I feel so disclosed)
AIM/IM: thegreatmuldini
E-mail: kiwi4ever13[at]hotmail[dot]com
Other Characters: Not so much.
The Character
Character Name: Fox William Mulder
Character Journal: mulder_trustno1
Canon: The X-Files
Age: 35
From When?: Season 5, "Redux Pt. II" Scully's dying from cancer, and Cancer Man's given Mulder information that could help her go into remission. He also brings Mulder to meet his long missing sister Samantha, and finds out that Cancer Man has been raising her, and they have a touching little reunion in which CSM is manipulating the shit out of Mulder's crazy sister feelings. Finally, Cancer Man gives Mulder the offer of a lifetime : he'll tell him the Truth he's long sought out - if he quits the FBI and works for him. Mulder's greatly tempted... and this is when he gets drawn into the Wood.
Abilities/Powers: Mulder is renowned for his uncanny ability to profile criminals, and remarkable insight into the minds of serial killers, during his work in the Violent Crimes Division. He received numerous commendations as an agent and has a degree in Psychology from Oxford University, where he graduated with honors. He's also a skilled athlete when it comes to... almost every sport, from basketball to bowling. He has tons of baseball statistics memorized. He's been trained as a federal agent, so he knows how to handle a gun, etc.
Power Limitations: --
Inventory: FBI badge, defunct cell phone, sunflower seeds, clothes (black suit, white shirt, tie, black silk boxers, socks, shoes) flashlight, Beretta 92FS, sunglasses.
Personality:
Fox Mulder possesses a level of idealism that has shaped the entirety of his life and choices - and proven to be both a boon and his greatest character flaw simultaneously. While Mulder is originally searching for "the truth" as a way to reconcile himself with the implications of his sister's disappearance, it is, at the core, driven by a deeper need to fight for justice and honesty in a corrupt and cynical system. Mulder himself possesses a dry and cynical sense of humor, which has only become sharpened by repeatedly running into walls on his investigations into the paranormal. What is most telling, however, is that rarely does he ever allow these walls to dampen his enthusiasm, in terms of his quest for "the truth".
Mulder clearly has an obsessive personality, and while his first obsession was his sister's disappearance, this mutated into a fixation on the paranormal itself, and his work on the X-Files (he's a notable workaholic and insomniac) - leading to his divorce from short-term wife and X-Files partner, Diana Fowley. What Mulder still does not realize (and won't until Season 7 of the X-Files), is that his obsessive fixation has shifted again - onto the well-being of Dana Scully, who, by the point I'm playing him at, is closest to the driving force behind his quest.
Mulder has a tendency to be rather self-righteous, especially when anyone tries to shut him down. He's not exactly a people person - he can get by, but his overly intense demeanor, strange sense of humor, and fixation on the paranormal can often be a turn-off in social situations.
History: [You don’t have to go into a huge amount of detail, just tell us what events in your character's life shaped them the most. Also, OC’s will need a little more detail.]
First Person Sample: You get two. One is angsty voice-over Mulder, one is not.
Sample actually... from the episode I'm taking him from :O When he's mulling over his decision / crying at Scully's bedside
That's how the Devil works, isn't it?
Laying out the silver platter, replete with everything you could ever want. Every earthly thing you've ever sought.
The truth. The cure. The end. Samantha.
If I accept, if I turn tail on everything I believe, and just say that one word, yes, if I let it drip off my tongue like oh so much poison, I can have all these things.
Like a divine instrument of truth, of justice, given all of the tools I need to smite this darkness. This cancer that's been devouring my life, paralleled by the sickness ravaging Scully's body right now.
But to take these tools from the Devil's hand?
No. There's damnation in it, for more than just me. Darkness won't be defeated by darkness, sickness swallowed up by contagion. I have to resign myself to living in its shadow, because I can't become a shadow myself.
She wouldn't want me to.
And if there's salvation to be found yet, it lies in that.
I take her hand, in the darkness, and weep for what little light is left.
And an in character voice transmission post.
Prose Sample: Mulder bonds with his soul-camel. Over Scully's death. Don't question, just read.
Timeline: At the end of the Season 6 two part episode "Dreamland"
Really, Mulder's first reaction was that it had to be some kind of elaborate prank.
Ok, scratch that. His first reaction was that he'd walked into the wrong apartment. After all, it'd been years now since the place had seen any physical changes whatsoever. When he'd first moved in here, newly divorced, he'd thrown things about in the most haphazardly bachelor pad fashion imaginable, because no one was going to tell him to do otherwise. That way he could focus on work, which was, after all, one of the major reasons that the Big D had descended in the first place. He had stayed so focused, over the next several years, that the apartment had continued to look exactly the same.
So what in the hell was all this?
He threw his door open, looking around wildly, as if he was going to catch whoever had decided to redecorate his apartment skulking down the hallway.
No one.
Mulder rattled his doorknob, and the locks, checking to see if they were loose. Nothing. Finally, he picked up his phone and pounded in the number for the landlord, who told him quite bluntly that he hadn't let anyone into his apartment.
He wasn't sure what was worse - the fact that the place looked like a Pottery Barn show floor, the blue lights, or the sneaking suspicion that the damage extended beyond the main foyer. It was with a sudden burst of trepidation that he threw open the door to the bedroom that he used as an extra storage closet.
His jaw dropped.
The four poster bed, complete with mirrors over the top, dominated most of the room. All of his paperwork was gone, and he was seized with a sudden sense of panic, even though he hadn't actually looked at most of those papers in years. It was the instinctual reflex of the pack rat. Mulder moved slowly, dumbly, into the room, hoping that at any moment he might wake up, and find things returned to their comforting regular state.
A glance out the window at least calmed him down somewhat - he could see his regular furniture as well as large boxes that probably contained his papers in the alley behind the apartment, piled near the dumpster. He felt momentarily triumphant - all of this stuff, wherever it came from, was going to go straight out there, and he could bring everything of his own back in, no damage done.
He went to sit on the edge of the bed, and found himself falling backwards, as his butt unexpectedly sunk into the mattress, and he realized with surprise that it was a water bed.
A free giant water bed.
Well... there were some things you just didn't argue with.
That was when he heard the distinctive beeping of a garbage truck approaching down the back alley. With a few colorful curses, he booked it for the door.
Special Notes: