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Character Name: Amaterasu
Series: Okami
Character Age: Unknown, but--is a fully-grown wolf
Job: Morale-Boosting Mascot
CANON: Once upon a time, the eight-headed Orochi terrorized the village of Kamiki, demanding the sacrifice of a maiden every year, until it was sealed by the legendary hero Nagi and the white wolf Shiranui. Though they were victorious, Shiranui died of her injuries and was entombed in stone, her power scattered across the country. Fast-forward a century, where Orochi has been freed to bring darkness to the world, and Shiranui has been revived under her true name, Amaterasu. Joined by a wisecracking sprite named Issun, she travels across Japan, restoring health to Guardian Saplings--giant holy cherry trees scattered across the country--kicking demon ass, and returning life and peace to the land.
Amaterasu, called origin of all that is good and mother to all, never actually speaks during the course of her canon, but is playful and puppyish--like any good dog, she likes her food and her play, and isn't afraid to use her head (sometimes literally!) to get something she wants. Whimsical in the face of grave situations and often falling asleep during long scenes of exposition, she nevertheless takes her role as a guardian and restorer of nature (literally trailing flowers behind her) quite seriously. She isn't always the brightest of heroes, though, easily bemused by the strange things she encounters in her travels. However, even when she's rushing to save the day, though, she's never so busy she can't stop to help people--or to feed the rabbits. Or pigs. Or the tigers. And they love her for that, hearts and all.
NOTE: In her quest, Amaterasu can utilize thirteen "brush spells" (using her tail as the brush), painting certain symbols in order to trigger events--a circle on trees to cause them to burst into bloom or to make others pet her, or a straight line to cut through anything that stands in her path.
SAMPLE POST:
[There is a white wolf at the far edge of camp, near the swamp, right where everything is brown and half-rotten; she is approaching a horde of zombie squirrels. With a little heave, she tosses a bag, labeled with a picture of seeds, at them. Wagging her tail, she paws it open, then recoils, looking first surprised, then outright appalled, skittering back a few steps as a bunch of chipmunk heads come tumbling out. Her ears go back and her tail lowers, and she wrinkles her nose. As the squirrels fall upon their meal, she sits to watch them, cocking her head first from one side then to the other. When little bleeding hearts begin to appear over the squirrels' heads, she starts wagging her tail a little uncertainly.
With this feeding accomplished, she gets to her feet and trots towards the forest. Plants spring up in her wake--deadly nightshade, pitcher plants, venus flytraps, and sundews--and she glances back over her shoulder for a moment, then skitters to an abrupt stop. When they don't immediately vanish, she whines, pawing at them, and yelps when one of the larger flytraps snaps at her. For a moment, the world goes sepia-toned as an old photograph, and the wolf uses her tail to draw a straight line through those flowers. After this fades, an unseen force slices neatly through that carpet of flowers, as well as a large part of the forest. The wolf cringes a little as trees begin to topple, lowering her head and looking around a few times before she tiptoes away, often glancing back to make sure flowers aren't following her this time.
Once she's a safe distance away, the wolf relaxes into a loose gait, looking around curiously as she goes. She stops in front of the largest tree in the forest, circling the base and examining it. After a full circle, her tail begins to wag excitedly and she rears up onto her hind legs, pawing happily at the air for a few moments. Backing up a little, the sepia-tone returns to the world as she draws a broad circle over the tree, then waits expectantly as it fades. The tree bursts into bloom, and suddenly there is underwear everywhere, so much that it fills the air like a blizzard of cloth. A bra flutters down to land on the wolf's head, who flattens her ears and whines. She shakes her adornment off, sniffing at it before deliberately turning her back on it and stalking away from the blooming bloomers, head and tail high.]
((App went here; 52 in, 5 out @ 91.2%))
Series: Okami
Character Age: Unknown, but--is a fully-grown wolf
Job: Morale-Boosting Mascot
CANON: Once upon a time, the eight-headed Orochi terrorized the village of Kamiki, demanding the sacrifice of a maiden every year, until it was sealed by the legendary hero Nagi and the white wolf Shiranui. Though they were victorious, Shiranui died of her injuries and was entombed in stone, her power scattered across the country. Fast-forward a century, where Orochi has been freed to bring darkness to the world, and Shiranui has been revived under her true name, Amaterasu. Joined by a wisecracking sprite named Issun, she travels across Japan, restoring health to Guardian Saplings--giant holy cherry trees scattered across the country--kicking demon ass, and returning life and peace to the land.
Amaterasu, called origin of all that is good and mother to all, never actually speaks during the course of her canon, but is playful and puppyish--like any good dog, she likes her food and her play, and isn't afraid to use her head (sometimes literally!) to get something she wants. Whimsical in the face of grave situations and often falling asleep during long scenes of exposition, she nevertheless takes her role as a guardian and restorer of nature (literally trailing flowers behind her) quite seriously. She isn't always the brightest of heroes, though, easily bemused by the strange things she encounters in her travels. However, even when she's rushing to save the day, though, she's never so busy she can't stop to help people--or to feed the rabbits. Or pigs. Or the tigers. And they love her for that, hearts and all.
NOTE: In her quest, Amaterasu can utilize thirteen "brush spells" (using her tail as the brush), painting certain symbols in order to trigger events--a circle on trees to cause them to burst into bloom or to make others pet her, or a straight line to cut through anything that stands in her path.
SAMPLE POST:
[There is a white wolf at the far edge of camp, near the swamp, right where everything is brown and half-rotten; she is approaching a horde of zombie squirrels. With a little heave, she tosses a bag, labeled with a picture of seeds, at them. Wagging her tail, she paws it open, then recoils, looking first surprised, then outright appalled, skittering back a few steps as a bunch of chipmunk heads come tumbling out. Her ears go back and her tail lowers, and she wrinkles her nose. As the squirrels fall upon their meal, she sits to watch them, cocking her head first from one side then to the other. When little bleeding hearts begin to appear over the squirrels' heads, she starts wagging her tail a little uncertainly.
With this feeding accomplished, she gets to her feet and trots towards the forest. Plants spring up in her wake--deadly nightshade, pitcher plants, venus flytraps, and sundews--and she glances back over her shoulder for a moment, then skitters to an abrupt stop. When they don't immediately vanish, she whines, pawing at them, and yelps when one of the larger flytraps snaps at her. For a moment, the world goes sepia-toned as an old photograph, and the wolf uses her tail to draw a straight line through those flowers. After this fades, an unseen force slices neatly through that carpet of flowers, as well as a large part of the forest. The wolf cringes a little as trees begin to topple, lowering her head and looking around a few times before she tiptoes away, often glancing back to make sure flowers aren't following her this time.
Once she's a safe distance away, the wolf relaxes into a loose gait, looking around curiously as she goes. She stops in front of the largest tree in the forest, circling the base and examining it. After a full circle, her tail begins to wag excitedly and she rears up onto her hind legs, pawing happily at the air for a few moments. Backing up a little, the sepia-tone returns to the world as she draws a broad circle over the tree, then waits expectantly as it fades. The tree bursts into bloom, and suddenly there is underwear everywhere, so much that it fills the air like a blizzard of cloth. A bra flutters down to land on the wolf's head, who flattens her ears and whines. She shakes her adornment off, sniffing at it before deliberately turning her back on it and stalking away from the blooming bloomers, head and tail high.]
((App went here; 52 in, 5 out @ 91.2%))