#a!dave strider

age: 21 (22 as of march)

pronouns: male 

skype: --------

applying for: a!dave, Alpha

why: because i feel that i could use the chance to branch out in my writing style and actually have another muse where the group wont die on me or disappear and let my muse shrivel into non-existance slowly and painfully. i find that i end up with nothing to do on my main blog and am reduced to finding other things to do despite wanting to write badly and bounce ideas off of other people. i feel that i could give this group a semi-decent alpha!dave to assist with moving the plot along and get the word out about the open spots in the timeline.

characters appearance: tall and lanky with lean muscle. a few hidden areas show scars but they are faded from age. his eyes are more maroon versus the bright red of the average dave but the lighting can make them seem brighter. he tends to wear contacts in public (so the tabloids show his eyes as an almost indigo color in the rare times he does not have his shades on.) his hair is a mix of dirty blond with sandy blond due to different exposures of sunlight and his tendency to highlight his hair at random periods of time (sometimes even different highlighted colors.) he used to have freckles but since he doesnt get out much anymore from being a recluse from the papparazzi, they faded away.

RP It’s nearly silent on the shallowly lit set and the atmosphere seems taut with tension. A man is sitting in the simple chair just behind the cameras and there’s a sense of authority that seems to radiate out from him as the cast starts to shuffle in. He takes silent note of the persons who are early and those who are just on time. A small frown appears behind his casually placed hand as several people are late. The wrinkle across his forehead decreases when they apologize profusely and cite a traffic accident as the reason for their delay. He inclines his head and the crew members around him shuffle the actors and actresses off to be prepped for the review of the script. He stands up smoothly, legs unfolding from the chair neatly and several of the crew step back to give him some space. A rather stocky young lady appears at his elbow boldly and chatters at him about how things were progressing. Her red curly hair bounces as she waves her hands in her expressive manner, the irish brogue of her voice, soothing his irritation over the slight complications of the morning. Callie is his very valued assistant; someone he was quite fond of and one of the few people who knew him as a person rather than a celebrity or a recluse. He muses over the information and she hands him a coffee, enticing a smile from him. “Thank you, Cal.” His voice is low toned and almost songlike in its quality. Callie bursts into a gleeful smile at the rare praise and leads him to the meeting room.

At the door opening, several heads turn and the small chatter ceases. The small smile had been only reserved for Callie and it fades the instant he walks through the door. His shoulders straighten and he walks confidently to the head of the table and sits in the comfortable plush desk chair silently, eyeing the new faces around him. He taps the printed script in front of his chair, on the dark oak table. He then indicates the identical scripts set in front of each chair. “This is your script. We will review it and you will let me know if you are going to have an issue with any of the scenes portrayed in this film. Do not hestitate to speak up. I will not force you into a scene that does not suit you; it would only make your acting coarse and unrefined and would ruin the emotions and reactions we desire from the audience.” His voice is quiet and pitched just right to make people have to actively listen to him. It was a trick he learned from a professor he had in college, one used to keep students attentive and cut down on chit-chat. Several of the cast members relax and a few of his regular crew glance at each other and share small smiles. Their director was well known for his ability to exert his control over people without resorting to shouting and violence and being an asshole to his people. He worked in a way that made people appreciate him and his work ethics. That was why his crew was so loyal to him. This loyalty was why he had kept them close to himself and had eventually opened up to them and allowed them to be close to him. They were his family and he was their protector against the backlash of their genders and the expectations. Callie sits down next to him and a few of the actors look almost disgusted, garnering a fierce stare from the director. She may be an omega but she was his assistant. An equal. He would refuse for her to be treated with anything less than respect. All of this was represented in the blank stare of purple tinted eyes; his eyes were naturally a deep red, a the color hidden from the public since he was already known as an anomaly in the caste system for having been able to hide his gender from the pubic and the tabloids for so long. The actors cower under his gaze unsure of their place since he has his scent masked. This meeting would be their introduction to a new view of the world and their place in it. If they accepted this change they would be in the film, if not they would be denied a place on his set. That was how it was and how it would always be with the Director, known to the public as David Jeffery Strider.

source art: i tend not to actively source my icons or the art i use but i use a disclaimer that none of the art is mine and if someone requests that i source it i will definitely source it but with how many icons i have and how many images i use it would be extremely difficult to keep up with sourcing each piece of art i use in a roleplay if icons are used. i do not edit art pieces aside from cropping and i never EVER claim for the art to be mine. if an artist requests that i not use an icon i will delete it immediately and apologize for the use. i tend to look at the artists blogs and see if they have a request that their art not be used that way and often times i try to ask and see if they will allow permission for it to be used but most of the time i do not get a response.

blog: yes. i actually created the blog ahead of time when i had a moment of free time to try to entice the muse to flourish a little and develop

activity: i believe i can be fairly active despite my schedule since i always seek to find some relaxation time for writing and for stress relief. the most i have been inactive on my main blog was about 2 weeks due to the june schedule that aiden showed you and luckily i do not think i will have a schedule like that again (thank god.) i will schedule out posts if i have to potentially for finals and for the resulting crash but a friendly reminder every couple of days if i havent been active would be greately appreciated if it can be done by someone in the group; but likely more than not the actual group chat if i were to be added would cue me in on being active.

Ryan, your application for A!Dave Strider has been accepted! You now have two weeks to create your blog and start interacting with the AU.