706 Application

⩕ PLAYER
Name: Rubie
Age: 22
Contact: rubiesriot
Other character: --

⩕CHARACTER
Character name: Scarlet
Canon: Ozmafia!!
Canon point: Mid-common route, just a little after the protagonist arrives.
History:

The wiki is pretty empty, so, Ozmafia!! is an otome game about a bunch of fairytale characters, with the catch of "by the way, they're in a mafia". It takes place in the Wizard of Oz world, while the other fairytale characters were brought there by magic (quite literally right out of their storybooks).

Scarlet's history is that of Little Red Riding Hood's. You know, the Brother's Grimm tale? Yeah. That. That's him. He was brought from the fairytale to a little town in Oz to live and make friends peacefully- until things hit the fan, and suddenly everyone gets a mafia! Fun stuff.

Because little red is decidedly a small girl in the original story, his appearance comes off as very young and feminine, despite being neither of these things.

3 weaknesses & 3 strengths:

Strengths:

Level-headed and reasonable

Physically fit: Quick and even footed; very flexible

Kind-hearted
Weaknesses:

Generally mistrusting

Insecure

Pacifistic to a fault

⩕SAMPLES
We would like two original written things from the following prompts:

GETTING HEALTHY

"Scarlet?" he heard, snapping him from his thoughts long enough to look up at the therapist. How long had he'd been staring at his boots? He couldn't say. It had felt like a couple of hours, but it was probably more like a few seconds. He hadn't meant to get lost in thought, of course, but he just wasn't sure about how to answer some of these questions. He'd always kept things to himself, and only answered what was easy for him to answer, but suddenly being put into a position where he had to talk about the hard stuff...

"I asked if-" the therapist started.

"I heard," Scarlet answered, pausing again, and looking a little beside himself. "S-sorry. I was just trying to think of an answer. How I took care of my siblings...?"

The question before this had been 'How homelife had been', and Scarlet promptly responded that he had to take care of his famiglia, but... he meant his mafia family, not an actual family. He couldn't exactly say that, though, right? Besides, it was kind of nice to think about them as family.

"They cause a lot of problems. I generally have to clean up their mess, and apologize for them if they ended up getting into a fight with someone," he decided to finally admit. "I don't mind... but sometimes I wish I didn't have to work so much... I guess."

There's the sound of scribbling on the doctor's notepad, the slight pause in conversation spiking Scarlet's anxiety. It made it hard for him to sit still. Normally, it would've been so easy to just walk away when conversations made him uncomfortable. He was able to keep calm and have that aura of aloofness around him. Now? He was stuck with a doctor who was meant to pick his brain to pieces with words Scarlet couldn't find. It... wasn't great.

"Alright," the doctor said, making Scarlet reach up and tug his mantle as if it were a security blanket of sorts. In a sense, it kind of was. "Could you tell me more about them?"

Guess he should've seen that coming. "Well... Gretel is... abrasive. Not very social, and she's fine with that. Aggressive, brutal and... this is just my impression, but I think she's kind of lonely, too. It's probably why she's always making a fuss. I think she just wants someone to notice her. And Hansel is..." Pause. "...cheerful."

The doctor continued to write for a moment, only to hesitate at the realization that Scarlet had finished. They look up, knitting their brows together and giving a bit of a frown. "Is that it?"

"...Was I supposed to say something else?"

"You just said so much about the other one... just 'cheerful'?"

"I... I guess... he's... he's taller than me...? He's more sociable than me. He's got... more friends... than... me." Scarlet was staring at his boots again. "I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about this anymore, can we move on?"

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND BREATHE #cw for gore

He knows this place. The crisp cool air, the beginnings of moonlight through the trees, and the smell of fresh food in a basket... This was home. "Was" being a keyword, since he hasn't been here in... so long. The heavy pounding of his own heart in his ears reminds him that he knows what happens after this, and it's enough drive to get his shaken legs moving.

He needs to run. He doesn't need to think. He needs to get as far away from here as he can. He doesn't know where to go, and he's almost certain he's lost, but so long as he just keeps moving, maybe this time he'll be safe? Maybe if he just doesn't take the path he should go, he'll be fine? Maybe he'll literally be leaving grandma to the wolves, but it's too late for that, isn't it?

So he runs. He keeps going with an impressive footing through the roots of the trees and swerving out of the way to take the best possible path he can. Were Scarlet outrunning anything or anyone else in a normal setting, he would probably get away. But to the very famed and biggest fear, the Big Bad Wolf? Well...

He hears the gruff howl behind him, telling Scarlet that he'd been found. Rather, telling the other wolves that there's a very tasty boy on the run, but Scarlet knows better to understand what that actually is. He can't see his own face, but he's sure it's twisted in fear and considering how much the cool air stings against his eyes, he's probably close to crying.

He keeps running. He keeps running even when he hears the thumps of of an animal running towards him. He keeps running even when he's sure there's no where else to go. He stops running... when there's the familiar hold of teeth digging into his arm. He tries to give out a strangled cry, but he can't make a sound. That is, until he tries to pull his arm away and run again, and there's an unmistakable CRACKing sound. He inhales a very choked gasp, screaming something garbled as he topples over with blood splattering against his face from the place where his arm no longer was. Funnily enough, Scarlet doesn't remember even being worried about it beyond the pain at the time. There was simply a voice in his head yelling: "I want to live. I have to run. I want to live." That little voice was the only thing keeping him going.

Unfortunately for Scarlet, a voice is not enough to just keep him alive. If it were, maybe grandma would've lived as well? All he remembers seeing after that was turning around to yank the cape of his mantle from under the massive wolf's paw, only to be met with a nightmarish amount of teeth flying towards him.

...Upon opening his eyes, cold with sweat and breathing so irregular that it was a wonder he doesn't feel light headed, he realizes where he is. All limbs accounted for, he confirms as he grabs his arm, and certainly not surrounded by trees anymore. Regardless, he'll need some time to calm down after something like that...

⩕MOD RECORDS

Do you wish your character to participate in body horror elements of the game? Sure!
Do you want your character’s worse fear to be incorporated into an event? I wouldn't be opposed!
Any notes/requests/comments: If you're going to do body horror for my character, I'd prefer anything having to do with the neck be either omitted or non-descriptive. Dunno why but neck stuff squeamish...