First Person (entry type): What an interesting name this place has. So, I assume this community is about plays and the like? I certainly hope everyone here is welcoming to the other arts, as well. Personally, I enjoy the piano. Although the violin is a fine instrument as well, wouldn’t you agree? Oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself. I am Roderich Edelstein, but most people simply call me Austria. I eagerly await getting to know all of you a bit better. Perhaps you can tell me a bit about the countries you live in? I would love to hear about all the different cultures that exist outside of Europe. I would really appreciate learning something about your home’s music, in particular. Danke schön!
Third Person: His practiced hands touched the keys, ending the silence that had become heavy. Roderich’s eyes closed as he listened to his playing. He’d practiced this melody so many times before he didn’t even need to look at the music. It was better that way; the passion was much more obvious when the fundamentals had been memorized. Mozart’s Piano Sonata No. 8 flowed through the house, as Roderich’s fingers fluttered over his well-loved piano. Every chipper note reminded the Austrian of birds singing in the morning, sitting perched on a tree. Or maybe even rain falling on a lake, the lower, more ominous notes would have to be thunder or the wind or some such thing. Or maybe it was supposed to be – Roderich’s eyes snapped open as he hit a wrong note. With an annoyed sigh, he realized that he evidently should have practiced a bit more. Staring intently at the sheet music, he began practicing the section that made him ruin the song, angry at himself for letting his mind wander so far away from the notes themselves.
I'm sorry but this application has been rejected. The samples do not show an adequate enough grasp of character, though the history and personality were nearly perfect. I thoroughly recommend hashing him out in a dressing room or a place like dear_mun, you've nearly got him, his voice just sounds off.
I think it's just the first person sounds almost too formal? It comes off more stiff than elegant, if that makes sense? But yes, almost there! Please feel free to apply again. ♥
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Austria 2/2
Third Person: His practiced hands touched the keys, ending the silence that had become heavy. Roderich’s eyes closed as he listened to his playing. He’d practiced this melody so many times before he didn’t even need to look at the music. It was better that way; the passion was much more obvious when the fundamentals had been memorized. Mozart’s Piano Sonata No. 8 flowed through the house, as Roderich’s fingers fluttered over his well-loved piano. Every chipper note reminded the Austrian of birds singing in the morning, sitting perched on a tree. Or maybe even rain falling on a lake, the lower, more ominous notes would have to be thunder or the wind or some such thing. Or maybe it was supposed to be –
Roderich’s eyes snapped open as he hit a wrong note. With an annoyed sigh, he realized that he evidently should have practiced a bit more. Staring intently at the sheet music, he began practicing the section that made him ruin the song, angry at himself for letting his mind wander so far away from the notes themselves.
REJECTED
I think it's just the first person sounds almost too formal? It comes off more stiff than elegant, if that makes sense? But yes, almost there! Please feel free to apply again. ♥