Creating your own Original Character, OC, is a lot more work than actually picking a character to audition for. We accept them as long as you follow the rules we set for you and agree with the character. We want different types of OC’s that’s why we’re making this detailed now so we get 3 dimensional characters.
CHECK WHO IS OPEN FIRST.
Then message us about your ideas before going through the whole process.
RULES:
- Pick a face claim
- READ THIS LINK - OC Creator
- Send all the basics of these guidelines to us via the audition link. BE DETAILED.
- THEN, if we agree with your character we will write a BIO for you.
- NEXT, once we say it’s okay, you can write an audition.
- You need to be active like the rest of the members.
- If you have questions, come and ask
Audition Form:
- Name: (Just your first)
- Personal blog: (We won’t release this info)
- Age: (We accept all ages for the most part)
- Country: (For time zones)
- How much free time: (rank from ten 10 being maximum, 1 being minimum)
- Face Claim: (Celebrity Full Name)
- Character Full Name: (First & Last)
- Biography: (We will write this with your guidelines filled out.)
- Sample Paragraph: (Lengthy please, two paragraphs)
EXAMPLE PARAGRAPHS: (Write in character for the person you’re auditioning for. Write in past tense/3rd person like the sample, Good luck!)
- Brandon walked down the halls of the hospital dragging his hand on the walls. His mind was flooded with whispers and footsteps when he turned around and yelled, “Who’s there!?” No one made a noise. Brandon turned around and shoved his hands in his pockets and turned the corner. He ran into a man holding a trey and food flew everywhere, “WATCH WHERE YOU”RE GOING KID!” Brandon looked down at his feet and apologized. He continued walking down the dark hall with his head down. He didn’t want to approach anyone at the moment. Brandon was a loner and he always would be. There would never be anything new for him in this world.
Later on his father finally stopped by for a visit, how convenient, he thought to himself. Brandon crossed his arms and watched his dead beat dad walk through the door with that same old smug look on his face. He kept his eyes on him, it was the only person he could keep eye contact with. His hatred for the man was obvious, too obvious that his mother had stayed in the room. She knew Brandon wouldn’t lash out at him if he were there. “Son, your father’s just been released from prison, we need to talk..” Brandon’s fists clenched and he gritted his teeth trying not to say anything, but he knew he would explode if he had to be in that room for another minute. “What do you want, father..”
