APPLICATION.
Character: J (Kanzaki Jun)
Series: Bloody Monday
Age: Early twenties
Job: Camp Head of Terrorism Prevention
Canon: Statistics show that Tokyo is one of the world's safest cities. At least, that's the official version. In Bloody Monday, a suspenseful action drama, Japan is plagued by serial acts of terrorism which Japan’s Public Security Intelligence Agency, known as Third-I, does its best to keep secret and thwart - to greater and lesser success. Sometimes, even specialists need an unconventional trump card: Enter Takagi Fujimaru, high school student and genius hacker. They frequently turn to this kid better known as Falcon for help, often not giving him a choice in the matter. Together with Third-I, Fujimaru must stop the terrorist groups from destroying Japan - can you really say no when the safety of the nation is in your hands?
Kanzaki Jun is a mathematics university TA. He's sharp, adept and friendly, though nobody knows much about him. He has a fondness for melon soda and high-calorie food. He is also leader of the Organization, a band of terrorists who planned to wipe out most of Tokyo and take position as its gods. The terrorist Kanzaki Jun is better known as J, a person who strategizes and gives orders but rarely does get involved in the action himself. J's motives have never been certain; half of the time it looks like he works for the sake of the Organization, his only family, and the other half seems just for kicks. To those who do not know about his identity he is nothing but a pleasant, witty young man, the kind you'd like to have a cup of tea and a game of cards with. Don't worry, so would he. J is on a similar intellectual level as Falcon and has no trouble sympathizing with people, sometimes showing remorse for the things he has done in a characteristically ambiguous fashion. It both helps him lure people into a false sense of security and confuse them if they do know he is a terrorist. J's acts of kindness are to be taken with a grain of salt, since he is wanted internationally but never bothers to turn himself in. After his involvement with two failed acts of terrorism, arguably chaotic neutral J escapes with plans to travel to the ends of the world to supposedly 'atone for his crimes'.
Sample:
US Customs is really something, isn't it? I haven't been here for all that long at all, yet I've already had to undergo two strip searches carried out by one Miss Marcy, both of which were even closer for comfort than the word implies. She nearly got me, you see. And what's more, they took three cans of my favorite soda even though I had bought them after disembarking. You wouldn't think that a high sugar content would be enough to justify confiscation. But that's America for you, very thorough. Or not completely stealthy about enforced diets to counter its high obesity rate. Ah, don't give me that look - you know I of all people would be convinced that this is about terrorism prevention. That was really a joke in bad taste. Still, it looks like most of my work has been done before I even arrived! Nonetheless, I'm going to walk the polite route and introduce myself. Hello, Camp Fuck You Die. My name is Kanzaki Jun and the topic I just brought up will be my occupation in the future. Taking your soda cans, if you will. That isn't going to do much for my first impression, though, is it? Perhaps I should share a story with you, one I'm sure all of you can sympathize with.
When I first arrived at this camp, I was very tired from the long journey. Jetlag can be tough, you know? I suppose I could have gone to sleep, but the best way for me to restore energy is a meal, even if it's late. You wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at me, but I really like a midnight snack or three. You're jealous? Oh dear, I'm sorry. But as I was saying, I could have eaten a cow that night and nobody would have missed it. The fact that my assigned bunk was covered in purple fur might have played a small role in this decision, too. Now hold on to your ears, here comes the interesting part: So I decided to take an early look at the mess hall and helped myself to a bowl of soup. And now it's time for a quiz. In this bowl of soup, what did I find? Hint one: it was a Tuesday. Hint two: Judging from your physical state, it could have belonged to you at some point.
Pin-pon~. Correct - brains. Now, I'm pretty sure I can't pass it off as an American thing. Do you think it would give you too much trouble to ask your superior what's the meaning of this? I'm dying of curiosity, and you look like you might be, too. Better yet, you could let me pay Miss Sayre a visit, myself. It always helps to report to your new employer early on. No such thing? Absolutely impossible? That's a shame... Maybe if I could only give her a ring or email her, I'm sure that alternative couldn't hurt either of us. Ah, denied again. What a persistent person! But if it makes you happy, I'll let you keep your mystery soup secret. Now, don't give me excuses about server glitches and networks undergoing maintenance. You know I can tell when a person isn't being honest. You haven't been doing any layout installments at all, have you? The truth is nothing to be ashamed of, as opposed to a bad lie. Not to mention the fact that I can already guess the root of the problem.
Someone is nibbling on the wires.
VOTING (95.8%) (46|2)
Series: Bloody Monday
Age: Early twenties
Job: Camp Head of Terrorism Prevention
Canon: Statistics show that Tokyo is one of the world's safest cities. At least, that's the official version. In Bloody Monday, a suspenseful action drama, Japan is plagued by serial acts of terrorism which Japan’s Public Security Intelligence Agency, known as Third-I, does its best to keep secret and thwart - to greater and lesser success. Sometimes, even specialists need an unconventional trump card: Enter Takagi Fujimaru, high school student and genius hacker. They frequently turn to this kid better known as Falcon for help, often not giving him a choice in the matter. Together with Third-I, Fujimaru must stop the terrorist groups from destroying Japan - can you really say no when the safety of the nation is in your hands?
Kanzaki Jun is a mathematics university TA. He's sharp, adept and friendly, though nobody knows much about him. He has a fondness for melon soda and high-calorie food. He is also leader of the Organization, a band of terrorists who planned to wipe out most of Tokyo and take position as its gods. The terrorist Kanzaki Jun is better known as J, a person who strategizes and gives orders but rarely does get involved in the action himself. J's motives have never been certain; half of the time it looks like he works for the sake of the Organization, his only family, and the other half seems just for kicks. To those who do not know about his identity he is nothing but a pleasant, witty young man, the kind you'd like to have a cup of tea and a game of cards with. Don't worry, so would he. J is on a similar intellectual level as Falcon and has no trouble sympathizing with people, sometimes showing remorse for the things he has done in a characteristically ambiguous fashion. It both helps him lure people into a false sense of security and confuse them if they do know he is a terrorist. J's acts of kindness are to be taken with a grain of salt, since he is wanted internationally but never bothers to turn himself in. After his involvement with two failed acts of terrorism, arguably chaotic neutral J escapes with plans to travel to the ends of the world to supposedly 'atone for his crimes'.
Sample:
US Customs is really something, isn't it? I haven't been here for all that long at all, yet I've already had to undergo two strip searches carried out by one Miss Marcy, both of which were even closer for comfort than the word implies. She nearly got me, you see. And what's more, they took three cans of my favorite soda even though I had bought them after disembarking. You wouldn't think that a high sugar content would be enough to justify confiscation. But that's America for you, very thorough. Or not completely stealthy about enforced diets to counter its high obesity rate. Ah, don't give me that look - you know I of all people would be convinced that this is about terrorism prevention. That was really a joke in bad taste. Still, it looks like most of my work has been done before I even arrived! Nonetheless, I'm going to walk the polite route and introduce myself. Hello, Camp Fuck You Die. My name is Kanzaki Jun and the topic I just brought up will be my occupation in the future. Taking your soda cans, if you will. That isn't going to do much for my first impression, though, is it? Perhaps I should share a story with you, one I'm sure all of you can sympathize with.
When I first arrived at this camp, I was very tired from the long journey. Jetlag can be tough, you know? I suppose I could have gone to sleep, but the best way for me to restore energy is a meal, even if it's late. You wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at me, but I really like a midnight snack or three. You're jealous? Oh dear, I'm sorry. But as I was saying, I could have eaten a cow that night and nobody would have missed it. The fact that my assigned bunk was covered in purple fur might have played a small role in this decision, too. Now hold on to your ears, here comes the interesting part: So I decided to take an early look at the mess hall and helped myself to a bowl of soup. And now it's time for a quiz. In this bowl of soup, what did I find? Hint one: it was a Tuesday. Hint two: Judging from your physical state, it could have belonged to you at some point.
Pin-pon~. Correct - brains. Now, I'm pretty sure I can't pass it off as an American thing. Do you think it would give you too much trouble to ask your superior what's the meaning of this? I'm dying of curiosity, and you look like you might be, too. Better yet, you could let me pay Miss Sayre a visit, myself. It always helps to report to your new employer early on. No such thing? Absolutely impossible? That's a shame... Maybe if I could only give her a ring or email her, I'm sure that alternative couldn't hurt either of us. Ah, denied again. What a persistent person! But if it makes you happy, I'll let you keep your mystery soup secret. Now, don't give me excuses about server glitches and networks undergoing maintenance. You know I can tell when a person isn't being honest. You haven't been doing any layout installments at all, have you? The truth is nothing to be ashamed of, as opposed to a bad lie. Not to mention the fact that I can already guess the root of the problem.
Someone is nibbling on the wires.
VOTING (95.8%) (46|2)