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Character: Casshern
Series: Casshern SINS
Character Age: Unknown, looks teenaged
Canon:The world is dying. Both humans and robots are heading towards extinction and it is the fault of one man. Casshern. Except he doesn't remember what he did and why. All he knows that he destroyed the light of the world, Luna, and that he has to atone for his sins, no matter what. This might be a bit tricky since almost every single individual on the planet wants to see him dead....
Casshern is an enigma to all, even himself. Amnesiac from the time he killed Luna, he knows nothing of his past or even whether he's human or robot. Casshern is a quiet, brooding individual, prone to strong bouts of contemplation, questioning the value of his life and in agony over what he has done to survive and the people he couldn't save. At the same time, he's compassionate, dislikes fighting and yet is quick to anger when witnessing any kind of injustice.
Sample Post:
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there is nothing left.
But then I find myself here, in this unknown place where the ruin has not reached and the world is still green and beautiful. How is this possible? Am I no longer the destroyer of the world? These questions must be answered and I will find answers eventually if I keep exploring this green plain where trees that rise from the ground. They are covered in strange clothing of mysterious shapes and sizes. I pluck one from the branches and there's a note attached with it. "If you're not wearing underwear today, this is for you~ ♥". I'm not wearing any underwear, so this must be necessary to proceed. Very well, I shall wear this underwear today. For the good of this world, it's the least I can do.
In the distance, I see ruined humans approaching me. Some of them are missing their eyes and others seem to be eating eyes, muttering the words, "clamped" over and over again. And their wounds, they will not heal. How is that? Cannibalism amongst humans. Was this my fault too? Did I drive humanity to start wasting their flesh, becoming green-coloured and start eating each other? Is there no end to my sins? I tried to so hard and got so far, in the end, it doesn't even matter. Even so, I must atone for my sins and help these ruined humans who have come to me for help, if I can help at all. Speak! What is it you wish for? I am Casshern. I will try and help.
...Brains? Where does one find brains? Are there truly no brains for you to eat and so you must resort to such monstrous means to survive and is there no alternative to salvation? No, there is one, only one I can see for you ruined humans to survive on. An encampment where there is a supply of brains for you to live on. And you must live! Your lives are not meaningless, even if you lack a heart in your body! Please, believe in me who believes in you. I will do whatever it takes to regain the brains held in that encampment.
Perhaps it'll wash away the sin of what I've done.
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Character: Lietuvos Respublilka (The Republic of Lithuania); human name: Toris Laurinaitis
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character Age: 755; appearance: 19
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia is world history like you've never read it before- world history in which countries are given human form, stereotypes are cheerfully hoisted up to hang in the open, and just about nothing, no matter the historical context, is serious business. Wars and treaties, partitions and economic depressions- quite literally anything in the whole history of the world is a potential plot point, reenacted as pure crack, by the countries that took part in the event.
One of those countries is Lithuania, lover of strangely-flavored condiments. In human form, he is well-mannered, introverted, and inclined to take care of those who can't do it themselves. He's also quite the housewife; he cooks, he cleans, he crochets, and he has the apron to top it all off. He's diligent and very patient, but history has not been terribly kind to him, and it shows in his outlook on life: after living with his pushy partner, Poland, and suffering through all sorts of abuse at the hands of Soviet Russia, everything else seems better by comparison. Truth be told, though, he misses the old days spent with Poland- that long-ago time when even wars were put on hold in order to bring in the harvest. Recent years have brought him a long-sought independence, however, and he's making the most of it.
Sample App:
What a unique place for a cultural fair! The cabins lend it just the right atmosphere, and the plant life is really quite- ah. Quite exotic, I suppose you might say. It looks like some of the trees have even been decorated for the events- let's see, that one with the lacy underwear must be part of France's booth. Oh, and it looks like Japan has already claimed the lake. My goodness, I didn't think that sort of thing was popular enough to base a whole exhibit on. S-still, he's done a good job. I'll have to pass along my compliments on the tentacles sometime- they're so lifelike. And flexible! I-I'll come look later, I promise- you don't have to pull me in.
Well! Everyone's done so much already, and I just got here- looks like I'll have to work extra hard to catch up. Let's see… I'll need to build the booth, and decide on a theme, and cook up a few dishes for everyone to try, and set out the mayonnaise- pepper and garlic and dill and mushroom flavors ought to be enough. After that I've got to make a sign and, of course, I'll need my flag. Time to get to work! There must be some paint around here somew- I'm sorry? Are you quite all right? It's only, you're this terrible shade of grey, and- my flag? Well, yes, I said I needed one. After I get some paint, I'll just- what? Of course you can't claim me. E-especially not if you occupy my vital regions. Move your hand, please? You can't just go around helping yourself to countries, you know.
…what do you mean, "No flag, no country?" What do you mean I can't have one? I- I already am one. Really, this is going too far. If you think I'm going to let you drag me off, I'm afraid you're- you're- your arm! I'm so sorry! I didn't expect it to just come off like that! Here- sit down, we need to stop the bleeding. N-no, that is not just a flesh wound. The blood loss must have gone to your head. No, don't move, I can tie it off. You're going to be just fi-
A-are you laughing? I'm not so sure that I see what's funny. Oh! You're working at America's booth, aren't you? You had me fooled for a moment, there. I should have known his exhibit would be all about Hollywood; he really has a thing for horror movies. How clever! Your arm is very realistic, but, well, will you be able to attach it again without help? I was going to look for some paint for my booth, anyway; we can probably find some glue, too. Or maybe plaster is better. No, I'm not sure brains would adhere very well, actually- I suppose I could sew it, though. What about thread?
…i-in Soviet LJ, threads drop me? Wh-who's hosting this fair, again?
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Character: Sanada Akihiko
Series: Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3
Age: 17
Canon: Ordinary (if rather dysfunctional) high-schoolers by day; humanity's last defenders against the strangely Jungian evil of the Shadows by night. These are the heroes of Persona 3. During the secret "Dark Hour" every midnight, they kick ass using the manifestation of their innermost souls, called their Persona, and during the day at school they take names while building up their relationships. It's 50% RPG, 50% dating sim, and 100% weird mythopsychological symbolism.
Akihiko is one of the original members of the Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad dedicated to combating the Shadow menace. He is intense and driven, but in a very one-track way. He only passes as normal if you don't look too closely. He grew up an orphan, with only his little sister and his friend Shinjiro as family, and when he couldn't save his sister from dying in a fire, it kind of broke him. Since then, he's been entirely devoted to getting stronger so that he can protect people. In other words, he decided to pour his angst out through his fists and become a badass.
Unfortunately, this means he's neglected most other aspects of a well-rounded personality. He's completely inept socially; some mistake him for the strong silent type, but really he's the clueless silent type. He's a total sucker for anyone weaker and more vulnerable than him in distress. And the best (and sometimes only) way to get him to care about something other than his physical training is to make a competition of it.
Sample Post:
I have to know. What the hell's wrong with this place?
Yeah, I said I was going to stop by the dojo before dropping my things off at the cabins. It's been a long day, and I wanted to get some training in before I got too tired. Look, just because you're at camp doesn't mean you can let up on your training. They only call it summer vacation to trick you into letting down your guard! But I couldn't even get to the dojo.
A guy at the entrance pointed me in the right direction. But when I started down the path, I ran right into a bunch of...I don't know, but they looked like they could use some training themselves. Training in "not losing bits of themselves"...do they have a remedial class for that or something? I told them I just wanted to get to the dojo, but they kept grabbing at me and mumbling about brains...I told them that if they were looking for the brains of the group, it was Mitsuru they wanted, but they weren't interested. So I was gonna just go around them.
But that doesn't really explain why my gloves look like this, does it? All right, all right. I'll get to that. I was going to just go around them, like I said. But I heard something...a little whine or scuffle, I guess. So I looked closer...and the reason they were all there? They'd cornered this poor puppy. He couldn't fight back or anything...I mean, he was so small. I didn't know what they wanted from him, but it couldn't be good. The little guy looked scared. I just...I couldn't leave him there!
So then I beat the hell out of those people.
What else was I supposed to do? I warned them to leave the dog alone first, and they wouldn't listen. So I made them listen. Tch...I guess they couldn't actually listen after that, since they'd mostly fallen apart. Disgusting. The mess they made on my good boxing gloves...I definitely wasn't going to go into the dojo like that.
I wasn't going to give up on my training for the night, though. What is it they say? Where there's a will, there's a way? Well, I agree. Those people, whatever they were...they gave me a pretty good workout. I figured that while I looked for the puppy's owner, I'd keep an eye out for more of them. Let them know what their friends were doing to a defenseless little dog. Turns out, they didn't even care. Pretty much all they cared about was brains. Mine. But that wasn't so bad, because I got to train more.
I never did find the dog's owner. That's why I brought him back here to the cabins. He's over there--I'll look some more for his owner tomorrow, after I've done my morning exercises and unpacked. And if I can't find anyone...I'm sure Shinji will take the little guy in. I don't have time to care for him myself. Like I said. I've got a schedule to follow.
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Character: Viral
Series: Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
Character Age: 20
Canon: Who the hell do you think we are?! Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann is a series pumped with testosterone, drills, grape hippos, and people hell-bent on kicking reason to the curb. The story revolves around a boy by the name of Simon, who spends life underground among all other humans. Well, that is until he discovered a key drill, which powers a small Ganmen (the canon equivalent to a Gundam, but powered by DETERMINATION). With his ganmen, Simon and his friends break through to the surface, beginning a boy's coming-of-age story to save the world.
In this series, they encounter their first villain; a beastman by the name of Viral. Despite being short-tempered, rash, stubborn, and hotblooded, he is incredibly loyal to the Helix King (the series' Big Bad), and his allies. Viral is also extremely determined; nothing can stand in his way when he is on a warpath. If he promises pain, you better hope you're not on the receiving end of it because he always keeps his word. Unlike your typical volatile subordinate, Viral knows his place, isn't the type to go power-hungry and knows where his limits are.
*Note: Thymilph is one of Viral's commanders, who is a gorilla beastman. Also, Viral often refers to humans as 'nudies'.
Sample Post:
Okay. I've realized that none of these disgusting nudies around here know anything about leaving this swamp. Where am I? Where the hell are all the beastmen? No, I wasn't talking to you. You can stop chewing on my arm now thank you very much. I'll need to make contact with the Helix King soon enough about this. Really, a slight malfunction with my ganmen and it comes crashing down to some putrid swamp. Tch. What even is this place? Oh, here's a sign…'Camp this is a camp?! Fuck You Die'…? What a ridiculous name. You won't die from having sex, idiot primates.
C-CommanderThymilph?! What are you doing here? …and why are you wearing a tutu? Commander, I've looked around the area and it shouldn't be too hard to escape. I suggest we send out a distress signal to -- no, sir, we don't have time for bananas. Like I was saying, there are rotting nudies everywhere, the place is a mess, and we need to get you out of here immedia--did you just blow a raspberry? You're not even him, are you? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I can't believe I just wasted five minutes of my life talking to an idiot in a pink tutu. You can stop grunting at me, I'm leaving.
The hell with this; I better find a way out of here before this place poisons me with its stupidity. Hm, a lake. That looks…promising. I guess. Maybe I can swim my way outta her--another beastman? Maybe it knows a way to get out of here. Hey, you, squid! How do you leave this excuse of a camp? …why are you smiling? Does this face look like he's joking? Wait, what? I take it that you want me to shake your ha-woah, woah, WOAH! Tentacles are not safe! Who the hell do you think you are?!
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Character: Gilgamesh
Series: Fate/Stay Night
Character Age: 21, though it's never stated outright; I usually play him around his early twenties, since he’s 2/3rds immortal and isn’t shown to age past a certain point in the game's artwork.
Canon: Ok, ok, so. Despite being this kind of creepy homg-are-people-really-into-this-kind-of-stuff eroge (read: sex) computer game filled with the hentai, threesomes, rape and buttsex, Fate/Stay Night is actually one of the most compelling, entertaining, and story-driven visual novels ever released. It centers on the events of a “magi tournament” hosted in Fuyuki City, Japan, where seven wizards and their mystical Servants have epic faitos to the death every sixty years - the winner of which gains control of the Holy Grail, an object of immense power that would allow whoever had it to shape the world however they wanted to.
Gilgamesh comes into all of this by pretty much being the token “super badass evil dude” of the series. As an “Archer Class” Servant, he basically kills his opponents by firing hundreds of swords at them, all the while acting like a regal noble who thinks he can never be messed with. In every iteration of the game - usually called “scenarios” - he’s portrayed as having ego of tremendous proportions, and looks down on everyone and everything as if they were itty-bitty gnats floating on the sea of his infinite goodwill and patience. He’s a narcissist with a capital N, arrogant with a capital A, and he thinks that everyone and anyone that isn’t equal to him on some level - be it looks, skill, station, or anything else as superficial - is, to put it simply, a mongrel or trash.
This doesn’t mean he’s all bad, though, as the game he’s being taken from - Ataraxia - puts a flip of things by having him transform into a loli-shota type for a few weeks, which somehow magically makes him care more about the people around him instead of, oh, killing them all where they stand. He’s incredibly ambitious, and is quite willing to do anything to get what he wants - in canon, he killed an entire hospital filled with children just to have their lifeforce added to his own, making him stronger - even if it means upsetting the people around him.
In short, Gilgamesh is an ass, but loveable. Hug him or he’ll rip out your heart.
Sample Post:
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Dammit
...ATTENTION ALL OF YOU WITHIN SHOUTING DISTANCE! -- Do I have your attention now?
Good, now first of all --
-- Yes, yes, I am a "new arrival" to this place, and I have no idea as to what I am doing here. Pick your jaw off the ground and --No, no, I am not called "Brains." My name is Gilgamesh of Uruk; as in, the King of Heroes, the Slaughterer of the Bull of Heaven, and Ruler of the City named Babylon. Is your apparently insatiable curiosity now satisfied?
Good.
Now that that is out of the way, would someone with an ounce of intellect please be so kind as to -- I told you to pick jaw off the floor and approach me, idiot! What is your -- oh.
Oh.
Tch. Listen, though I am not sorry to be the one to have to tell you that all of you are going to die now, the narcissist in me weeps at the amount of gore this is going to cause.
As if I didn't have to deal with enough of this back home.
-- ENUMA. ELISH
Alright, now that that's out of the way: Marduk wept -- do you know what this means, mongrels? It means that -- not only are you weaklings easier to tear apart than Heavenly Bulls -- that the great Lord-King Gilgamesh has arrived and that he is sorely unimpressed with what he is seeing. Sorely unimpressed; do you know what that means to you? It means that I'm going to take out Durendal and pick you off one by one by one. For shits and giggles.
I mean--
--Really now, swampland? Abandoned Campgrounds? The walking dead? Are you shitting me...!? You couldn't be more original than that? What's next, a man with some blood-spattered clothing and a hacksaw comes to rip my face off and wear it? Or will some multi-limbed horror with a schoolgirl fetish emerge from the depths of the bog to "have it's way with me?" For the sake of Isis, mongrels, can any of you ever think of a spell that -- I cannot believe I've been transported to Louisiana, of all places -- Louisiana! In a bayou! With fetid undead on every side of me! Archer would laugh at this! Laugh! Is it so much to ask for some kind of thrice damned originality when it comes to ending the world?!
Oh, you all can just take a long walk off a short cliff -- ENUMA. ELISH.
...George Romero must be spinning in his grave at the clichéd travesty of it all. This whole...whatever in the name of Marduk this is reads like some pale attempt to emulate a high-school Goth's try at penning a horror novel! They're even walking in tandem -- what is this madness?
"...Welcome to Camp Fuck You Die."
Camp Fuck you die.
Camp. Fuck. You. Die.
Note to self: if he is not dead already, or otherwise raised to unlife, kill George Romero for whoever is responsible for putting me through this.
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Character: Oswald
Series: Odin Sphere
Character Age: Not specified, probably 16-18.
Canon: In the land of Erion a war is raging. The kingdom of the valkyries, Ragnanival, is feuding with the kingdom of the fairies, Ringford. The focus of the war is around a gigantic machine that is able to create powerful weapons made of crystals called Psyphers. Throw in a prophecy of the end of the world, a race of bunny creatures called Pookas, a plant that can grow sheep, and a slew of power-crazed rulers and the angst-plagued teens that oppose them and you have the world of Odin Sphere.
Oswald is one of those angst-plagued teens, and his angst is particularly potent. He is the greatest warrior of the land of Ringford, and is entrusted with the cursed blade, the Belderiever. When he was little the man that adopted him pledged Oswald's soul to Odette, the queen of the dead, so that he can wield this sword. This only marks the beginning of his trouble with power-hungry rulers wishing only to use him for their ends. After a series of revelations and serious drama, he eventually decides that he will never be able to live while in servitude of others and sets out to find his purpose. He is a straightforward, no-nonsense, brutally honest person that is completely devoted to whatever cause he puts his mind to. Through the many years of striving for another's ambitions, he has a very low view of his self-worth which makes him fearless in the face of any foe, be they kings or even dragons. Yet, he also has a softer side, longing desperately for somebody that he could live for, and has been known to show surprising compassion despite his seemingly cruel nature.
Sample Post:
Now this is truly a regrettable circumstance. For a festering heap of maggots and flesh, you were not that bad. As inarticulate and foul-smelling as you were, the information you provided me of the Director and the land that we are in was very beneficial and greatly appreciated." 'Twas unfortunate, then, that you decided to attempt to attack me when you thought my guard was down. Take heart, then, I do hold some regret in severing your head… and since you are still very animated in spite of that, perhaps this will serve as a valuable lesson that I am not one to be crossed.
So this is the kingdom of Louisiana, and the queen here has control of the dead. I've never heard of such a land in Erion, but the shambling corpses do attest to her power. Perhaps she's the heiress to the throne of that queen of bones, Odette? I don't recall hearing of such a person… but this has the stench of a plot by Odette. I wonder if this new leader intends to collect on my soul as well. Judging by her barrier, she's much more possessive, so that seems likely. I need to find a way from this place fast.
Who goes there? A… bird? That's a highly unusual creature to find in such a place. Yet, wasn't it a bird that also lead me from the netherworld? Ah-! It speaks? While that is amusing, I confess, "nevermore" is quite a bleak word to say. Speak, bird, perhaps you know if there is a way from this diseased land? …"nevermore" once again… I see. You are a base creature that must have learned the word from a poor fool laid low from repeated misfortune. It's a pity that… "Same to you, buddy?" So you DO understand what I am saying. I'd mind my tongue, vulture; I have no qualms showing you the sharpness of my Belderiever. Answer me clearly, then: Is there a way out of the barrier? …No, I will not be taking "nevermore" as an answer anymore. Answer me, or would you rather have your head besides my decaying friend there?
So you tell me that a series of moves is all it takes to bend time itself? As dubious as your claim sounds, if you speak true I may prevent myself from ever coming to this place. Very well, please perform this spell. What do you mean you can't perform the spell? You need hands and feet to do so? Well, perhaps I can perform the part that requires movement if you can direct me, do you think that will suffice? Well, let us begin. A jump to the left… and then a step to the right… then all I must do is put my hands on my hips, yes, I see… Pelvic thrusts? I… suppose I might… no, I am quite sane. Ah… so we need to do it again, then? Very well… jump to the left, step to the… right… hands on hips, knees tight, and pelvic thrusts… I feel a fool… when did you say this spell was supposed to work..? Again?! Do you take me for an idiot? I have had it with your prattle, its time for me to end this.
…yes, I suppose you have a point. We do hardly know each other and I have made nothing but demands. You gained nothing for providing me with accurate information. Perhaps an exchange is in order, then? If you truly do know a way from this place, then I will perform a favor for what information you posses. However, if what you say is false, then we shall return to where we were only moments ago. So, what is your desire?
Panties and bras? And you want a hundred of each? No, I don't have a problem but I'm not sure I understand what those are. Female WHAT?! Is this another jest, buzzard, my patience has thinned to a razor's edge. So… these… articles are the currency of this land? … … …
Gah! Up until today I never thought I would be longing for the days of slaying dragons…
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Character: Rosalie "Ro" Rowen
Series: The Zeta Project
Age: ~16 (by Season 2)
Canon: When the National Security Agency (NSA) created Infiltration Unit Zeta, they produced a highly advanced robot programmed to destroy and (via holographic projections) impersonate targeted individuals -- a perfect killing machine. But they didn't count on their infiltration unit having a conscience. Upon discovering that one of his targets was an innocent man, Zeta abandoned the mission and refused to kill anymore. Now on the run from the NSA, who believe he's been reprogrammed by terrorists, Zeta travels the country searching for his elusive creator Dr. Selig-- the one man who can prove once and for all that he is indeed peaceful.
Unfortunately, Zeta,knows very little about how to blend in with the human race. That's where Rosalie ("Ro" for short) comes in. A teenage runaway, Ro came along for the ride after Zeta-- or "Zee" as she calls him-- saved her from a gang leader. At first glance, Ro appears to be the opposite of Zeta in many ways; she's cynical and sarcastic, reluctant to trust others, and is frequently frustrated by Zeta's naivete and gullibility. But underneath the "tough kid" exterior, Ro has a good heart, and she genuinely cares for and believes in Zeta. She'll go to any lengths to help him, from outsmarting bounty hunters and NSA agents to trying to teach "Zee" about humanity, humor, relaxing and fun. That last part isn't easy-- especially the sense of humor-- but Ro is too stubborn to back down from a challenge. After all, it's no fun just staying in the car sitting on the sidelines.
Note: Permission has been obtained from Zeta to namedrop.
Sample Post:
"Stay in the car, Ro. You'll be safe there, Ro. I'll just go off into the Swamp of No Return and walk into an obvious trap all by myself, Ro." You'd think Zee would know better by now. Like I'd just sit back and let him have all the fun? Uh-uh. Not gonna happen. Besides, this counts as staying in the car-- he didn't say the car had to stay exactly where it was. You know, parked by the road instead of... parked in the swamp muck like it is now. Sideways. I swear, that tree came out of nowhere. And for once I'm not kidding. Sorry, Zee, the cavalry's gonna be a little delayed.
So much for my cunning rescue plan. But seriously? I had to do something-- it's totally obvious this is a setup. A secret robotics conference in the middle of a swamp? Right, because you want your robot splashing into sinkholes. And how the vidscreen shut off two seconds after he left? Totally coincidental. Uh-huh. And the bunch of guys in neon gorilla suits rushing the car all of a sudden? ...Okay, that was kinda random. But still. The only thing that's missing is a big, flashing "It's a trap!" sign.
...I stand corrected, that's quite the sign you've got there. Three points for creative use of glitter. It's even complete with one of the roadkill wannabes that got me into this mess. What are you supposed to be, all the way out here? Some kind of sign guard? Way to thwart my sign-thieving plans, I'm shaking in my muck-soaked sneakers. Really. You're terrifying. You're fearsome. You're... the quiet type, huh? Can you even hear me through that mask? You don't have to talk, just point me to the nearest service station, will you? I'm having some car trouble.
Apparently in your language, "service station" means "big box propped up with a stick." Ooookay. Wait-- that's your fiendishly clever trap? Unless you're trying to catch the world's biggest moron, I don't think it's gonna work. Look, I'll make you a deal: you show me how to get where I want to go, and I'll give you a couple of tips on your technique. First off? You fail at camouflage. Ditch the sign; truth in advertising never works anyway. You gotta be sneaky. Make everything look safe until you’ve got them right where you want them. Look, I'll keep it simple. Just use some branches to make the box look like part of this bush-- which would work better if the bush wasn't trying to eat my leg! Hey, monkey boy, could you help me out here? On the count of three: One, two-- THREE!
Oops! My bad. Got to watch out for those sinkholes. But hey, swamp muck is a good look for you. I can't believe you fell for that one-- no, wait, yes I can. So, scary sign guard, you gonna point me in the right direction now? Cause I got no problem letting you sink.
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Character: Casshern
Series: Casshern SINS
Character Age: Unknown, looks teenaged
Canon:The world is dying. Both humans and robots are heading towards extinction and it is the fault of one man. Casshern. Except he doesn't remember what he did and why. All he knows that he destroyed the light of the world, Luna, and that he has to atone for his sins, no matter what. This might be a bit tricky since almost every single individual on the planet wants to see him dead....
Casshern is an enigma to all, even himself. Amnesiac from the time he killed Luna, he knows nothing of his past or even whether he's human or robot. Casshern is a quiet, brooding individual, prone to strong bouts of contemplation, questioning the value of his life and in agony over what he has done to survive and the people he couldn't save. At the same time, he's compassionate, dislikes fighting and yet is quick to anger when witnessing any kind of injustice.
Sample Post:
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there is nothing left.
But then I find myself here, in this unknown place where the ruin has not reached and the world is still green and beautiful. How is this possible? Am I no longer the destroyer of the world? These questions must be answered and I will find answers eventually if I keep exploring this green plain where trees that rise from the ground. They are covered in strange clothing of mysterious shapes and sizes. I pluck one from the branches and there's a note attached with it. "If you're not wearing underwear today, this is for you~ ♥". I'm not wearing any underwear, so this must be necessary to proceed. Very well, I shall wear this underwear today. For the good of this world, it's the least I can do.
In the distance, I see ruined humans approaching me. Some of them are missing their eyes and others seem to be eating eyes, muttering the words, "clamped" over and over again. And their wounds, they will not heal. How is that? Cannibalism amongst humans. Was this my fault too? Did I drive humanity to start wasting their flesh, becoming green-coloured and start eating each other? Is there no end to my sins? I tried to so hard and got so far, in the end, it doesn't even matter. Even so, I must atone for my sins and help these ruined humans who have come to me for help, if I can help at all. Speak! What is it you wish for? I am Casshern. I will try and help.
...Brains? Where does one find brains? Are there truly no brains for you to eat and so you must resort to such monstrous means to survive and is there no alternative to salvation? No, there is one, only one I can see for you ruined humans to survive on. An encampment where there is a supply of brains for you to live on. And you must live! Your lives are not meaningless, even if you lack a heart in your body! Please, believe in me who believes in you. I will do whatever it takes to regain the brains held in that encampment.
Perhaps it'll wash away the sin of what I've done.
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Character: Lietuvos Respublilka (The Republic of Lithuania); human name: Toris Laurinaitis
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character Age: 755; appearance: 19
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia is world history like you've never read it before- world history in which countries are given human form, stereotypes are cheerfully hoisted up to hang in the open, and just about nothing, no matter the historical context, is serious business. Wars and treaties, partitions and economic depressions- quite literally anything in the whole history of the world is a potential plot point, reenacted as pure crack, by the countries that took part in the event.
One of those countries is Lithuania, lover of strangely-flavored condiments. In human form, he is well-mannered, introverted, and inclined to take care of those who can't do it themselves. He's also quite the housewife; he cooks, he cleans, he crochets, and he has the apron to top it all off. He's diligent and very patient, but history has not been terribly kind to him, and it shows in his outlook on life: after living with his pushy partner, Poland, and suffering through all sorts of abuse at the hands of Soviet Russia, everything else seems better by comparison. Truth be told, though, he misses the old days spent with Poland- that long-ago time when even wars were put on hold in order to bring in the harvest. Recent years have brought him a long-sought independence, however, and he's making the most of it.
Sample App:
What a unique place for a cultural fair! The cabins lend it just the right atmosphere, and the plant life is really quite- ah. Quite exotic, I suppose you might say. It looks like some of the trees have even been decorated for the events- let's see, that one with the lacy underwear must be part of France's booth. Oh, and it looks like Japan has already claimed the lake. My goodness, I didn't think that sort of thing was popular enough to base a whole exhibit on. S-still, he's done a good job. I'll have to pass along my compliments on the tentacles sometime- they're so lifelike. And flexible! I-I'll come look later, I promise- you don't have to pull me in.
Well! Everyone's done so much already, and I just got here- looks like I'll have to work extra hard to catch up. Let's see… I'll need to build the booth, and decide on a theme, and cook up a few dishes for everyone to try, and set out the mayonnaise- pepper and garlic and dill and mushroom flavors ought to be enough. After that I've got to make a sign and, of course, I'll need my flag. Time to get to work! There must be some paint around here somew- I'm sorry? Are you quite all right? It's only, you're this terrible shade of grey, and- my flag? Well, yes, I said I needed one. After I get some paint, I'll just- what? Of course you can't claim me. E-especially not if you occupy my vital regions. Move your hand, please? You can't just go around helping yourself to countries, you know.
…what do you mean, "No flag, no country?" What do you mean I can't have one? I- I already am one. Really, this is going too far. If you think I'm going to let you drag me off, I'm afraid you're- you're- your arm! I'm so sorry! I didn't expect it to just come off like that! Here- sit down, we need to stop the bleeding. N-no, that is not just a flesh wound. The blood loss must have gone to your head. No, don't move, I can tie it off. You're going to be just fi-
A-are you laughing? I'm not so sure that I see what's funny. Oh! You're working at America's booth, aren't you? You had me fooled for a moment, there. I should have known his exhibit would be all about Hollywood; he really has a thing for horror movies. How clever! Your arm is very realistic, but, well, will you be able to attach it again without help? I was going to look for some paint for my booth, anyway; we can probably find some glue, too. Or maybe plaster is better. No, I'm not sure brains would adhere very well, actually- I suppose I could sew it, though. What about thread?
…i-in Soviet LJ, threads drop me? Wh-who's hosting this fair, again?
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Character: Sanada Akihiko
Series: Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3
Age: 17
Canon: Ordinary (if rather dysfunctional) high-schoolers by day; humanity's last defenders against the strangely Jungian evil of the Shadows by night. These are the heroes of Persona 3. During the secret "Dark Hour" every midnight, they kick ass using the manifestation of their innermost souls, called their Persona, and during the day at school they take names while building up their relationships. It's 50% RPG, 50% dating sim, and 100% weird mythopsychological symbolism.
Akihiko is one of the original members of the Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad dedicated to combating the Shadow menace. He is intense and driven, but in a very one-track way. He only passes as normal if you don't look too closely. He grew up an orphan, with only his little sister and his friend Shinjiro as family, and when he couldn't save his sister from dying in a fire, it kind of broke him. Since then, he's been entirely devoted to getting stronger so that he can protect people. In other words, he decided to pour his angst out through his fists and become a badass.
Unfortunately, this means he's neglected most other aspects of a well-rounded personality. He's completely inept socially; some mistake him for the strong silent type, but really he's the clueless silent type. He's a total sucker for anyone weaker and more vulnerable than him in distress. And the best (and sometimes only) way to get him to care about something other than his physical training is to make a competition of it.
Sample Post:
I have to know. What the hell's wrong with this place?
Yeah, I said I was going to stop by the dojo before dropping my things off at the cabins. It's been a long day, and I wanted to get some training in before I got too tired. Look, just because you're at camp doesn't mean you can let up on your training. They only call it summer vacation to trick you into letting down your guard! But I couldn't even get to the dojo.
A guy at the entrance pointed me in the right direction. But when I started down the path, I ran right into a bunch of...I don't know, but they looked like they could use some training themselves. Training in "not losing bits of themselves"...do they have a remedial class for that or something? I told them I just wanted to get to the dojo, but they kept grabbing at me and mumbling about brains...I told them that if they were looking for the brains of the group, it was Mitsuru they wanted, but they weren't interested. So I was gonna just go around them.
But that doesn't really explain why my gloves look like this, does it? All right, all right. I'll get to that. I was going to just go around them, like I said. But I heard something...a little whine or scuffle, I guess. So I looked closer...and the reason they were all there? They'd cornered this poor puppy. He couldn't fight back or anything...I mean, he was so small. I didn't know what they wanted from him, but it couldn't be good. The little guy looked scared. I just...I couldn't leave him there!
So then I beat the hell out of those people.
What else was I supposed to do? I warned them to leave the dog alone first, and they wouldn't listen. So I made them listen. Tch...I guess they couldn't actually listen after that, since they'd mostly fallen apart. Disgusting. The mess they made on my good boxing gloves...I definitely wasn't going to go into the dojo like that.
I wasn't going to give up on my training for the night, though. What is it they say? Where there's a will, there's a way? Well, I agree. Those people, whatever they were...they gave me a pretty good workout. I figured that while I looked for the puppy's owner, I'd keep an eye out for more of them. Let them know what their friends were doing to a defenseless little dog. Turns out, they didn't even care. Pretty much all they cared about was brains. Mine. But that wasn't so bad, because I got to train more.
I never did find the dog's owner. That's why I brought him back here to the cabins. He's over there--I'll look some more for his owner tomorrow, after I've done my morning exercises and unpacked. And if I can't find anyone...I'm sure Shinji will take the little guy in. I don't have time to care for him myself. Like I said. I've got a schedule to follow.
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Character: Viral
Series: Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
Character Age: 20
Canon: Who the hell do you think we are?! Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann is a series pumped with testosterone, drills, grape hippos, and people hell-bent on kicking reason to the curb. The story revolves around a boy by the name of Simon, who spends life underground among all other humans. Well, that is until he discovered a key drill, which powers a small Ganmen (the canon equivalent to a Gundam, but powered by DETERMINATION). With his ganmen, Simon and his friends break through to the surface, beginning a boy's coming-of-age story to save the world.
In this series, they encounter their first villain; a beastman by the name of Viral. Despite being short-tempered, rash, stubborn, and hotblooded, he is incredibly loyal to the Helix King (the series' Big Bad), and his allies. Viral is also extremely determined; nothing can stand in his way when he is on a warpath. If he promises pain, you better hope you're not on the receiving end of it because he always keeps his word. Unlike your typical volatile subordinate, Viral knows his place, isn't the type to go power-hungry and knows where his limits are.
*Note: Thymilph is one of Viral's commanders, who is a gorilla beastman. Also, Viral often refers to humans as 'nudies'.
Sample Post:
Okay. I've realized that none of these disgusting nudies around here know anything about leaving this swamp. Where am I? Where the hell are all the beastmen? No, I wasn't talking to you. You can stop chewing on my arm now thank you very much. I'll need to make contact with the Helix King soon enough about this. Really, a slight malfunction with my ganmen and it comes crashing down to some putrid swamp. Tch. What even is this place? Oh, here's a sign…'Camp this is a camp?! Fuck You Die'…? What a ridiculous name. You won't die from having sex, idiot primates.
C-CommanderThymilph?! What are you doing here? …and why are you wearing a tutu? Commander, I've looked around the area and it shouldn't be too hard to escape. I suggest we send out a distress signal to -- no, sir, we don't have time for bananas. Like I was saying, there are rotting nudies everywhere, the place is a mess, and we need to get you out of here immedia--did you just blow a raspberry? You're not even him, are you? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I can't believe I just wasted five minutes of my life talking to an idiot in a pink tutu. You can stop grunting at me, I'm leaving.
The hell with this; I better find a way out of here before this place poisons me with its stupidity. Hm, a lake. That looks…promising. I guess. Maybe I can swim my way outta her--another beastman? Maybe it knows a way to get out of here. Hey, you, squid! How do you leave this excuse of a camp? …why are you smiling? Does this face look like he's joking? Wait, what? I take it that you want me to shake your ha-woah, woah, WOAH! Tentacles are not safe! Who the hell do you think you are?!
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Character: Gilgamesh
Series: Fate/Stay Night
Character Age: 21, though it's never stated outright; I usually play him around his early twenties, since he’s 2/3rds immortal and isn’t shown to age past a certain point in the game's artwork.
Canon: Ok, ok, so. Despite being this kind of creepy homg-are-people-really-into-this-kind-of-stuff eroge (read: sex) computer game filled with the hentai, threesomes, rape and buttsex, Fate/Stay Night is actually one of the most compelling, entertaining, and story-driven visual novels ever released. It centers on the events of a “magi tournament” hosted in Fuyuki City, Japan, where seven wizards and their mystical Servants have epic faitos to the death every sixty years - the winner of which gains control of the Holy Grail, an object of immense power that would allow whoever had it to shape the world however they wanted to.
Gilgamesh comes into all of this by pretty much being the token “super badass evil dude” of the series. As an “Archer Class” Servant, he basically kills his opponents by firing hundreds of swords at them, all the while acting like a regal noble who thinks he can never be messed with. In every iteration of the game - usually called “scenarios” - he’s portrayed as having ego of tremendous proportions, and looks down on everyone and everything as if they were itty-bitty gnats floating on the sea of his infinite goodwill and patience. He’s a narcissist with a capital N, arrogant with a capital A, and he thinks that everyone and anyone that isn’t equal to him on some level - be it looks, skill, station, or anything else as superficial - is, to put it simply, a mongrel or trash.
This doesn’t mean he’s all bad, though, as the game he’s being taken from - Ataraxia - puts a flip of things by having him transform into a loli-shota type for a few weeks, which somehow magically makes him care more about the people around him instead of, oh, killing them all where they stand. He’s incredibly ambitious, and is quite willing to do anything to get what he wants - in canon, he killed an entire hospital filled with children just to have their lifeforce added to his own, making him stronger - even if it means upsetting the people around him.
In short, Gilgamesh is an ass, but loveable. Hug him or he’ll rip out your heart.
Sample Post:
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Dammit
...ATTENTION ALL OF YOU WITHIN SHOUTING DISTANCE! -- Do I have your attention now?
Good, now first of all --
-- Yes, yes, I am a "new arrival" to this place, and I have no idea as to what I am doing here. Pick your jaw off the ground and --No, no, I am not called "Brains." My name is Gilgamesh of Uruk; as in, the King of Heroes, the Slaughterer of the Bull of Heaven, and Ruler of the City named Babylon. Is your apparently insatiable curiosity now satisfied?
Good.
Now that that is out of the way, would someone with an ounce of intellect please be so kind as to -- I told you to pick jaw off the floor and approach me, idiot! What is your -- oh.
Oh.
Tch. Listen, though I am not sorry to be the one to have to tell you that all of you are going to die now, the narcissist in me weeps at the amount of gore this is going to cause.
As if I didn't have to deal with enough of this back home.
-- ENUMA. ELISH
Alright, now that that's out of the way: Marduk wept -- do you know what this means, mongrels? It means that -- not only are you weaklings easier to tear apart than Heavenly Bulls -- that the great Lord-King Gilgamesh has arrived and that he is sorely unimpressed with what he is seeing. Sorely unimpressed; do you know what that means to you? It means that I'm going to take out Durendal and pick you off one by one by one. For shits and giggles.
I mean--
--Really now, swampland? Abandoned Campgrounds? The walking dead? Are you shitting me...!? You couldn't be more original than that? What's next, a man with some blood-spattered clothing and a hacksaw comes to rip my face off and wear it? Or will some multi-limbed horror with a schoolgirl fetish emerge from the depths of the bog to "have it's way with me?" For the sake of Isis, mongrels, can any of you ever think of a spell that -- I cannot believe I've been transported to Louisiana, of all places -- Louisiana! In a bayou! With fetid undead on every side of me! Archer would laugh at this! Laugh! Is it so much to ask for some kind of thrice damned originality when it comes to ending the world?!
Oh, you all can just take a long walk off a short cliff -- ENUMA. ELISH.
...George Romero must be spinning in his grave at the clichéd travesty of it all. This whole...whatever in the name of Marduk this is reads like some pale attempt to emulate a high-school Goth's try at penning a horror novel! They're even walking in tandem -- what is this madness?
"...Welcome to Camp Fuck You Die."
Camp Fuck you die.
Camp. Fuck. You. Die.
Note to self: if he is not dead already, or otherwise raised to unlife, kill George Romero for whoever is responsible for putting me through this.
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Character: Oswald
Series: Odin Sphere
Character Age: Not specified, probably 16-18.
Canon: In the land of Erion a war is raging. The kingdom of the valkyries, Ragnanival, is feuding with the kingdom of the fairies, Ringford. The focus of the war is around a gigantic machine that is able to create powerful weapons made of crystals called Psyphers. Throw in a prophecy of the end of the world, a race of bunny creatures called Pookas, a plant that can grow sheep, and a slew of power-crazed rulers and the angst-plagued teens that oppose them and you have the world of Odin Sphere.
Oswald is one of those angst-plagued teens, and his angst is particularly potent. He is the greatest warrior of the land of Ringford, and is entrusted with the cursed blade, the Belderiever. When he was little the man that adopted him pledged Oswald's soul to Odette, the queen of the dead, so that he can wield this sword. This only marks the beginning of his trouble with power-hungry rulers wishing only to use him for their ends. After a series of revelations and serious drama, he eventually decides that he will never be able to live while in servitude of others and sets out to find his purpose. He is a straightforward, no-nonsense, brutally honest person that is completely devoted to whatever cause he puts his mind to. Through the many years of striving for another's ambitions, he has a very low view of his self-worth which makes him fearless in the face of any foe, be they kings or even dragons. Yet, he also has a softer side, longing desperately for somebody that he could live for, and has been known to show surprising compassion despite his seemingly cruel nature.
Sample Post:
Now this is truly a regrettable circumstance. For a festering heap of maggots and flesh, you were not that bad. As inarticulate and foul-smelling as you were, the information you provided me of the Director and the land that we are in was very beneficial and greatly appreciated." 'Twas unfortunate, then, that you decided to attempt to attack me when you thought my guard was down. Take heart, then, I do hold some regret in severing your head… and since you are still very animated in spite of that, perhaps this will serve as a valuable lesson that I am not one to be crossed.
So this is the kingdom of Louisiana, and the queen here has control of the dead. I've never heard of such a land in Erion, but the shambling corpses do attest to her power. Perhaps she's the heiress to the throne of that queen of bones, Odette? I don't recall hearing of such a person… but this has the stench of a plot by Odette. I wonder if this new leader intends to collect on my soul as well. Judging by her barrier, she's much more possessive, so that seems likely. I need to find a way from this place fast.
Who goes there? A… bird? That's a highly unusual creature to find in such a place. Yet, wasn't it a bird that also lead me from the netherworld? Ah-! It speaks? While that is amusing, I confess, "nevermore" is quite a bleak word to say. Speak, bird, perhaps you know if there is a way from this diseased land? …"nevermore" once again… I see. You are a base creature that must have learned the word from a poor fool laid low from repeated misfortune. It's a pity that… "Same to you, buddy?" So you DO understand what I am saying. I'd mind my tongue, vulture; I have no qualms showing you the sharpness of my Belderiever. Answer me clearly, then: Is there a way out of the barrier? …No, I will not be taking "nevermore" as an answer anymore. Answer me, or would you rather have your head besides my decaying friend there?
So you tell me that a series of moves is all it takes to bend time itself? As dubious as your claim sounds, if you speak true I may prevent myself from ever coming to this place. Very well, please perform this spell. What do you mean you can't perform the spell? You need hands and feet to do so? Well, perhaps I can perform the part that requires movement if you can direct me, do you think that will suffice? Well, let us begin. A jump to the left… and then a step to the right… then all I must do is put my hands on my hips, yes, I see… Pelvic thrusts? I… suppose I might… no, I am quite sane. Ah… so we need to do it again, then? Very well… jump to the left, step to the… right… hands on hips, knees tight, and pelvic thrusts… I feel a fool… when did you say this spell was supposed to work..? Again?! Do you take me for an idiot? I have had it with your prattle, its time for me to end this.
…yes, I suppose you have a point. We do hardly know each other and I have made nothing but demands. You gained nothing for providing me with accurate information. Perhaps an exchange is in order, then? If you truly do know a way from this place, then I will perform a favor for what information you posses. However, if what you say is false, then we shall return to where we were only moments ago. So, what is your desire?
Panties and bras? And you want a hundred of each? No, I don't have a problem but I'm not sure I understand what those are. Female WHAT?! Is this another jest, buzzard, my patience has thinned to a razor's edge. So… these… articles are the currency of this land? … … …
Gah! Up until today I never thought I would be longing for the days of slaying dragons…
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Character: Rosalie "Ro" Rowen
Series: The Zeta Project
Age: ~16 (by Season 2)
Canon: When the National Security Agency (NSA) created Infiltration Unit Zeta, they produced a highly advanced robot programmed to destroy and (via holographic projections) impersonate targeted individuals -- a perfect killing machine. But they didn't count on their infiltration unit having a conscience. Upon discovering that one of his targets was an innocent man, Zeta abandoned the mission and refused to kill anymore. Now on the run from the NSA, who believe he's been reprogrammed by terrorists, Zeta travels the country searching for his elusive creator Dr. Selig-- the one man who can prove once and for all that he is indeed peaceful.
Unfortunately, Zeta,knows very little about how to blend in with the human race. That's where Rosalie ("Ro" for short) comes in. A teenage runaway, Ro came along for the ride after Zeta-- or "Zee" as she calls him-- saved her from a gang leader. At first glance, Ro appears to be the opposite of Zeta in many ways; she's cynical and sarcastic, reluctant to trust others, and is frequently frustrated by Zeta's naivete and gullibility. But underneath the "tough kid" exterior, Ro has a good heart, and she genuinely cares for and believes in Zeta. She'll go to any lengths to help him, from outsmarting bounty hunters and NSA agents to trying to teach "Zee" about humanity, humor, relaxing and fun. That last part isn't easy-- especially the sense of humor-- but Ro is too stubborn to back down from a challenge. After all, it's no fun just staying in the car sitting on the sidelines.
Note: Permission has been obtained from Zeta to namedrop.
Sample Post:
"Stay in the car, Ro. You'll be safe there, Ro. I'll just go off into the Swamp of No Return and walk into an obvious trap all by myself, Ro." You'd think Zee would know better by now. Like I'd just sit back and let him have all the fun? Uh-uh. Not gonna happen. Besides, this counts as staying in the car-- he didn't say the car had to stay exactly where it was. You know, parked by the road instead of... parked in the swamp muck like it is now. Sideways. I swear, that tree came out of nowhere. And for once I'm not kidding. Sorry, Zee, the cavalry's gonna be a little delayed.
So much for my cunning rescue plan. But seriously? I had to do something-- it's totally obvious this is a setup. A secret robotics conference in the middle of a swamp? Right, because you want your robot splashing into sinkholes. And how the vidscreen shut off two seconds after he left? Totally coincidental. Uh-huh. And the bunch of guys in neon gorilla suits rushing the car all of a sudden? ...Okay, that was kinda random. But still. The only thing that's missing is a big, flashing "It's a trap!" sign.
...I stand corrected, that's quite the sign you've got there. Three points for creative use of glitter. It's even complete with one of the roadkill wannabes that got me into this mess. What are you supposed to be, all the way out here? Some kind of sign guard? Way to thwart my sign-thieving plans, I'm shaking in my muck-soaked sneakers. Really. You're terrifying. You're fearsome. You're... the quiet type, huh? Can you even hear me through that mask? You don't have to talk, just point me to the nearest service station, will you? I'm having some car trouble.
Apparently in your language, "service station" means "big box propped up with a stick." Ooookay. Wait-- that's your fiendishly clever trap? Unless you're trying to catch the world's biggest moron, I don't think it's gonna work. Look, I'll make you a deal: you show me how to get where I want to go, and I'll give you a couple of tips on your technique. First off? You fail at camouflage. Ditch the sign; truth in advertising never works anyway. You gotta be sneaky. Make everything look safe until you’ve got them right where you want them. Look, I'll keep it simple. Just use some branches to make the box look like part of this bush-- which would work better if the bush wasn't trying to eat my leg! Hey, monkey boy, could you help me out here? On the count of three: One, two-- THREE!
Oops! My bad. Got to watch out for those sinkholes. But hey, swamp muck is a good look for you. I can't believe you fell for that one-- no, wait, yes I can. So, scary sign guard, you gonna point me in the right direction now? Cause I got no problem letting you sink.
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