One day I'll stop torturing him.
Character Name: Ranma Saotome
Series: Ranma 1/2
Point in canon: End of the manga.
Character Background: Once upon a time, two boobs training under a pervert martial artist swore to live the sweet life away from their slavery and tyranny, and thus buried their harsh master under tons of rock and earth and never spoke his name again. They promised their children to one another and went about their merry little way. Ranma was one of those kids.
And he hates this idea of marriage. Or any marriage, for that matter. Born to the fatter boob, he was raised from almost before he could walk in martial arts, and became quite good at it, despite the insane, impossible, and most often inescapable danger involved in the training. By some miracle, he became a prodigy despite the incompetence, greed, broken ambitions, and swindling nature of his boob of an old man. Ranma almost always sweeps past most of the hair-brained schemes his dad cooks up, save for the most hindering ones.
For instance, the marriage promise. He's to wed one of the girls of Soun Tendo--specifically, the youngest one, Akane. And both kids object to that joining, violently. Though there ARE some feelings, it usually gets buried in insults and...violence. Oh, and he's also engaged to an Amazon warrior, an Okonomiyaki chef, Akane's older sister at one point, another delivery girl, and--okay, you get the idea. He's also got rivals out for his blood, mostly because he's promised to all these women and they're either jaded lovers or would-be heroes that would bring low this "Martial Arts Casanova". Fortunately for Ranma, he hits harder and faster than most of them.
Oh, and he changes into a buxom redheaded girl with a splash of cold water. As was said, he could avoid ALMOST all of his old man's schemes. Just...not the most impacting ones.
Ranma is an honest kid. Innocent, upbeat, and easygoing despite his poor upbringing. He's not incredibly book-smart, but he's wise where it counts...except in girls, and knowing when to shut his mouth. His pride is a huge part of his mentality--never one to turn down or back away from a proper challenge (proper in the loosest form of the word possible, mind). He's also friendly and not one to keep grudges as much as see that he gets his proper payback--though his friendliness can be pretty hard on others, at times. And sometimes, he's his father's son, although his scheming and shamlessness isn't nearly as bad as Genma, himself.
Sexual Orientation: Girls girls girls girls--heterosexual through and through. One of his major plot focuses is that he'll have to become a "man amongst men" or commit ritual suicide to compensate for his failure. And despite his often questionable methods in dealing with friend and foe, he sticks to this belief with all his might. Even if he has his own knockers and box to work with. (protip: he doesn't work them that way...I think. /o/)
Sample Post: So...let me get this straight. I'm in a made up city. This city probably has no known location on any conventional map I've ever seen or heard of, even in school. There's secret hands puppetin' everything people say and do, even to a point where you guys ain't usin' franks, dollars, yen, pounds, what the hell is a Euro, or even old vintage gold currency. An there's a bubble over everythin locking real sunlight, outside contact, an hopes of escape out.
Right. Just wanted to clarify--business as usual then. First, thanks fer washing the duds--really, you're too kind about that. Some people can murder expensive silk, an I really happen t'like this shirt. Second, are you guys nuts? Feel free to duck the answer, m'just going through the motions an it's a redundant question anyway.
Third, what'd he steal? Or who? Or what'd he promise? I'd like an answer on that one. In writin', if y'please. See, it helps to have a piece over that old bastard's head, so th'next time he argues against me on somethin', I'll just show this to mom and watch the fireworks.
An finally, how long d'ya really expect me to hold for this joke? Cause...Kasumi said we were havin hot pot this week. Not missin' that. I'd rather y'come out now instead of doing the ventriloquism trick behind my ear or whatever funky trick y'pulled. Hey, do it now an I might even be able to talk 'em into a guest at the house. It's good hot pot.