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Character: Prince Ludwig/Lui
Series: Ludwig Kakumei
Character Age: 19
Canon: Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there lived a handsome prince who wandered the land searching for his perfect bride. And by perfect, we mean huge boobs. Along the way, he encountered many familiar figures, such as Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Rapunzel . . . but these are probably not the stories you heard in your childhood. No, in Kaori Yuki's Ludwig Kakumei, the beautiful princess is more than likely an insane killer, the wicked witch a masochistic lolita, and everyone everywhere is involved in some sort of bloody and twisted secret. Here, the fairy tales are what they're supposed to be - grim.
And the prince? Well, he can certainly be quite charming when he wants to be, but most of the time he's narcissistic, arrogant, spoiled, perverted, overdramatic, sadistic, and manipulative (plus a little necrophilic, although he claims to have gotten over that). Prince Lui has no qualms over killing someone if they get in his way, and quite often he'll instigate trouble just to amuse himself. That's not to say he's cruel, though; he genuinely does want to help those who he believes have a good heart, even if he'll grumble the entire time during the rescue mission. Of course, just because he tolerates you doesn't mean he likes you, and just because he likes you doesn't mean he respects you - that honor is reserved for himself only.
Sample Post:
Alas, what great tragedy has fallen upon the world today! Somewhere out there is a sweet, blushing maiden (with a F36 cupsize) waiting for her incredibly handsome husband-to-be to (get his servant to) sweep her off her feet - and yet she must languish forevermore because here I am, stuck in this disgusting scrap of land, surrounded by zombies of all things! I knew that brochure about a kingdom packed with crowds of naked women was too good to be true, but I didn't think anyone would be foolish enough to actually trap me here. To whoever the ruler of this pathetic country is: you might as well let me go now, because there's no way either of my parents are going to bother paying a cent of ransom. Plus, if you try to withhold a beauty like me from the world for too long, the gods will punish you with a terrible curse - and if that doesn't work, my servant should be by shortly to cry and whine at you until you give in out of sheer annoyance.
And really, if you're going to allow the dead to run all over the place, couldn't you at least make them a little more aesthetically pleasing? I understand the appeal of a lovely corpse, but the rotting completely destroys any allure that death brings. The scarlet splash of blood can be coordinated with almost every outfit, given enough skill; pus and maggots, however, will never be fashionable. Take that zombie over there for example, the one with the 64 “D”s: sew her arm back on, wash the brain matter out of her hair, let her soak up a couple gallons of preservatives, and you'd hardly be able to tell her from the living! In fact, she might even end up more attractive than a real woman, given the lack of thought.
. . . actually, the more I think about it, the more Zombriella here sounds like my ideal bride. I need a wife who won't try to undermine me everywhere I go, and who's easy to dispose of in case things get messy. Tell me, Zombriella, you don't happen to be a princess under a spell, do you?
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Character: Joan Girardi
Series: Joan of Arcadia
Character Age: 17
Canon: What if God was one of us? Just a stranger on the bus? For Joan Girardi, God was just a stranger on the bus. Until he started talking to her and asking her to do things for him, that is. Although she resists initially, Joan soon discovers that following through with God's suggestions has countless positive effects in the lives of Joan and those around her. Though the requests don't always make sense to Joan, she eventually learns to trust God and allow Him to work through her, even if she doesn't know why.
Trust in God aside, however, Joan is not exactly what you picture when you hear the words 'Servant of God.' She is sarcastic, stubborn, and blithe (even especially when talking to God), and often wonders why God's Requests can't be "skip history class" or "find a boyfriend." Underneath it all, though, she really is well meaning and kind, and just wants to help people. Joan is fully aware that God's missions often end with her learning an Important Lesson and, in an effort to speed up the process, she often initially misses the entire point of the assignment.
Note: in this app, when Joan says 'God' she is not speaking to Him; she is taking His name in vain.
Sample Post:
What was He thinking? "Go to summer camp," He says. "Listen." Great. Way to go there, God. You really nailed this one. Send me to a swamp in the middle of nowhere. Is there even anyone here? What am I supposed to listen to, the bugs?
Oh. I didn't even see you guys there.
Hi! I'm Joan. Um, apparently I'm supposed to 'listen to those around me,' so why don't we just cut to the chase, and you can tell me what's bothering you so that I can help you and we can both learn an important lesson and I can get out of here and go back to my life, okay? Shouldn't be too hard. This place is kind of weird, so someone around here has to be messed up somehow, right? I mean, look, there's underwear all over that tree. Who would just throw their underwear all over a tree? Seriously, that cannot be sanitary. Maybe one of you is some kind of panty thief, or a cross dresser. Not that there's really anything wrong with that one. But if you're just a panty thief, you definitely need help. I mean, that's just gross. God, those birds will not shut up. Seriously, I can't even think. One of you has to be at least annoyed by them. Maybe trouble sleeping, or constant headaches?
You, over there. You look like a freak. Something has to be bothering you. I mean, look at you, you're dressed up like a zombie, and it's not even Halloween. That's just not normal. Maybe there's something you can't even think of because you're so used to it. Come on, anything. First thing that comes to your mind. ...No one ever lets you eat their brains. Cute. All right, look, if you're not going to take this seriously, then I'm not going to help you. What about you, in the monkey costumes. Any problems? You know, other than the monkey costumes. No one lets you do your job? That's perfect! Job troubles. I can totally help with that. What is your job, anyway? You need a monkey costume to wake people for breakfast? Well, what do you do if they don't wake up?
...
That's it. When I get home, I swear to God I'm becoming an atheist.
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Character: Damian Wayne/Robin
Series: Batman and Robin (Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damian_Wayne )
Character Age: 13-14
Canon: Damian is the most recent to take up the Robin mantle and is partnered with Dick Grayson, the newest Batman and the original Robin. The son of the original Batman, Bruce Wayne, Damian was born in an artificial womb and raised by his mother and a League of Assassins. As a result he is a proficient fighter with a number of styles and weapons in his arsenal and sees bloodshed and meta-human violence as mundane. His existence was brought to his father’s attention shortly before his father’s death, and Damian feels it is his job and his right to take on the mantle of the Batman.
Arrogant, self-serving, and imbued with a childish form of cruelty, Damian gets under the skin of everyone around him with his constant taunts and sarcastic commentary. He speaks in a fairly mature, candid way for a boy of his age, often utilizing a dismissive or condescending tone. Despite his cynicism and casual attitude towards violence and death as a means of justice, Damian has inherited his father's thirst for doing what is just and right. However, Damian has a tendency to exempt himself from the standards he holds the rest of the world to.
Sample Post:
Summer camp is below me.
That's what I told Grayson when he shipped me off to this dank excuse for a recreational facility. He had the nerve to tell me that I thought everything was below me (Fact: Everything IS below me) and told me that this could give me a tasted of being an average kid. I am not, repeat not, an average kid. I am a test-tube baby, running around in spandex on a nightly basis, beating up criminals! Plus, even if all of that was not true, I'd still be better than the mongrel they have running around this wretched camp.
Speaking of mongrel, this camp is bursting to capacity with genetic run-off. The campers here have strange clothes, stranger habits, and a vast number of them have tried to hug me. Gross. Oh, and there are zombies too. They have also tried to hug me, though for vastly different reasons. Honestly, I am having difficulty finding the differences between the zombies and the campers. I think the zombies might smell better. Also the campers are in a constant panic over the zombies despite the fact that a large portion of the camp has powers or combat proficiency! Rather than running around, these idiots could grow a collective spine and fight back. All they need is a leader to organize them.
Wait!
I am so awesome! I just had the best idea. I can take control of the camp! Who is better suited to lead a force of anti-zombie fighters than me? No one! Plus with a strike force at my disposal and my own prodigious intelligence at the helm I can accomplish more than any Robin before me. I can be acknowledged as what I am: The only one to truly deserve inheriting the title of the Batman!
Or at least, I can beat up some zombies and vent my rage about being sent here.
Mood: Scheming
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Character: Kamijo Mutsuki
Series: Kamen Rider Blade
Age: 17
Canon: (canon spoilers) An ancient Battle Fight between 32 Undead determined the fate of the world. With each one representing a different species - and Category of power, from Ace to King - they fought among themselves, the losers being sealed in cards and the winner gaining ultimate power and the right to have their species dominate the world. Human Undead won. Now, ten thousand years later, the Undead have been released by human hands restarting the Battle Fight and throwing humanity into danger, for if a different Undead wins the new Battle Fight, humans will no longer have a place in the world. Using the power of sealed Undead, four Kamen Riders are the last defense the world has against them. This is about the fourth and youngest, Kamijou Mutsuki.
Mutsuki is a big doormat for life; he finds things easier if he nods along and doesn’t fight back despite his inner desire to be a hero. He’s a gawky teenager with a love for basketball and no love for conflict. Aside from that stretch of time he was under the influence and control of the improperly sealed Undead and became increasingly short-tempered and power-hungry, attacking people that should have been his allies. Or attempting to attack because his bad-ass attitude was often undermined by the hesitation and fear. But he got better and gained a new resolve to fight for others and take a stand for what he believes in, though he is subject to slight confidence issues. Ultimately, he would rather find a peaceful resolution rather than fighting the Undead, but if his attempts or the situation doesn’t work out, he will do what he has to do. Until he gets sent to the hospital. In matters that don’t concern the fate of the world, everyone else tops him.
Mutsuki is taken from the end of the series.
Sample Post:
What am I going to tell Nozomi? Sorry, my cell phone was out of range and I couldn’t call you. I don’t know why. No, it wasn’t turned off. I was kidnapped? Again? Maybe a different line, no one believes that one even if it’s true. And it’s embarrassing. I took a wrong turn and suddenly I was in a forest? I know there isn’t supposed to be a forest but - that won’t go well, either. Forests don’t magically appear in the middle of a city. I can hear it already. She’s going to yell at me no matter what I do. Maybe it won’t be too bad. Maybe I won’t be too late. If I can get out of here . . .
The question being where is here? I can’t - OUCH. When did that sign get here? Camp Fuck You Die that way? Louisiana? Isn’t that in America? Not . . . Japan?
Oh, hey, you over there! Do you know what’s going on? Is this really - I - I don’t think your skin should be falling off like that. O-or your eye. I see. You’re dead. Actually that would be undead, wouldn’t it. Ha, that’s really not funny. We took care of the Undead so this can’t be one of their tricks. Unless we missed one that could create zombies - but what sort of Undead would create zombies? And transport me here? I’m not talking to you - Oh, you want brains. And now would have been the reason not to have given my Rider deck to Karasuma. Not that I ever thought I would need it again to transform. Ah, you’re going to keep coming, aren’t you? A branch isn’t the same as a staff, but I’ll take what I can get.
And one . . . zombie-on-a-stick later . . . I hope it doesn’t feel pain. It was trying to eat my brains and I should have killed it, but it wouldn’t die so pinning it against the tree was my only choice. Like a zombie skewer without the cooking - ah gross! Maybe I should just not think too hard about it? At least try not to. Zombie behind me and I don’t even know where I came in, so maybe I should go to where the sign was pointing. The sign that wasn’t in Japanese and in English and that I could read and the not thinking too hard - I should do it now.
Maybe I hit my head and I’m in the hospital - ow, my nose. That sign wasn’t here a minute ago. ‘Visit the lake monster today!’ I - I don’t think I want to and that really hurt so I’m probably not dreaming.
I see buildings! Owwwwww. My toe! A sign! I think I like the mysteriously appearing signs less than the zombie. Whack-a-Mutsuki isn’t fun when I’m Mutsuki, okay? Stupid signs. This one says . . . ‘Thank you for joining us indefinitely at Camp Fuck You Die.’
Indefinitely? But I need to get home.
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- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Now VOTE. AND CLOSED finally. Thank you everyone for voting!
Character: Prince Ludwig/Lui
Series: Ludwig Kakumei
Character Age: 19
Canon: Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there lived a handsome prince who wandered the land searching for his perfect bride. And by perfect, we mean huge boobs. Along the way, he encountered many familiar figures, such as Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Rapunzel . . . but these are probably not the stories you heard in your childhood. No, in Kaori Yuki's Ludwig Kakumei, the beautiful princess is more than likely an insane killer, the wicked witch a masochistic lolita, and everyone everywhere is involved in some sort of bloody and twisted secret. Here, the fairy tales are what they're supposed to be - grim.
And the prince? Well, he can certainly be quite charming when he wants to be, but most of the time he's narcissistic, arrogant, spoiled, perverted, overdramatic, sadistic, and manipulative (plus a little necrophilic, although he claims to have gotten over that). Prince Lui has no qualms over killing someone if they get in his way, and quite often he'll instigate trouble just to amuse himself. That's not to say he's cruel, though; he genuinely does want to help those who he believes have a good heart, even if he'll grumble the entire time during the rescue mission. Of course, just because he tolerates you doesn't mean he likes you, and just because he likes you doesn't mean he respects you - that honor is reserved for himself only.
Sample Post:
Alas, what great tragedy has fallen upon the world today! Somewhere out there is a sweet, blushing maiden (with a F36 cupsize) waiting for her incredibly handsome husband-to-be to (get his servant to) sweep her off her feet - and yet she must languish forevermore because here I am, stuck in this disgusting scrap of land, surrounded by zombies of all things! I knew that brochure about a kingdom packed with crowds of naked women was too good to be true, but I didn't think anyone would be foolish enough to actually trap me here. To whoever the ruler of this pathetic country is: you might as well let me go now, because there's no way either of my parents are going to bother paying a cent of ransom. Plus, if you try to withhold a beauty like me from the world for too long, the gods will punish you with a terrible curse - and if that doesn't work, my servant should be by shortly to cry and whine at you until you give in out of sheer annoyance.
And really, if you're going to allow the dead to run all over the place, couldn't you at least make them a little more aesthetically pleasing? I understand the appeal of a lovely corpse, but the rotting completely destroys any allure that death brings. The scarlet splash of blood can be coordinated with almost every outfit, given enough skill; pus and maggots, however, will never be fashionable. Take that zombie over there for example, the one with the 64 “D”s: sew her arm back on, wash the brain matter out of her hair, let her soak up a couple gallons of preservatives, and you'd hardly be able to tell her from the living! In fact, she might even end up more attractive than a real woman, given the lack of thought.
. . . actually, the more I think about it, the more Zombriella here sounds like my ideal bride. I need a wife who won't try to undermine me everywhere I go, and who's easy to dispose of in case things get messy. Tell me, Zombriella, you don't happen to be a princess under a spell, do you?
Poll Vote!
Character: Joan Girardi
Series: Joan of Arcadia
Character Age: 17
Canon: What if God was one of us? Just a stranger on the bus? For Joan Girardi, God was just a stranger on the bus. Until he started talking to her and asking her to do things for him, that is. Although she resists initially, Joan soon discovers that following through with God's suggestions has countless positive effects in the lives of Joan and those around her. Though the requests don't always make sense to Joan, she eventually learns to trust God and allow Him to work through her, even if she doesn't know why.
Trust in God aside, however, Joan is not exactly what you picture when you hear the words 'Servant of God.' She is sarcastic, stubborn, and blithe (even especially when talking to God), and often wonders why God's Requests can't be "skip history class" or "find a boyfriend." Underneath it all, though, she really is well meaning and kind, and just wants to help people. Joan is fully aware that God's missions often end with her learning an Important Lesson and, in an effort to speed up the process, she often initially misses the entire point of the assignment.
Note: in this app, when Joan says 'God' she is not speaking to Him; she is taking His name in vain.
Sample Post:
What was He thinking? "Go to summer camp," He says. "Listen." Great. Way to go there, God. You really nailed this one. Send me to a swamp in the middle of nowhere. Is there even anyone here? What am I supposed to listen to, the bugs?
Oh. I didn't even see you guys there.
Hi! I'm Joan. Um, apparently I'm supposed to 'listen to those around me,' so why don't we just cut to the chase, and you can tell me what's bothering you so that I can help you and we can both learn an important lesson and I can get out of here and go back to my life, okay? Shouldn't be too hard. This place is kind of weird, so someone around here has to be messed up somehow, right? I mean, look, there's underwear all over that tree. Who would just throw their underwear all over a tree? Seriously, that cannot be sanitary. Maybe one of you is some kind of panty thief, or a cross dresser. Not that there's really anything wrong with that one. But if you're just a panty thief, you definitely need help. I mean, that's just gross. God, those birds will not shut up. Seriously, I can't even think. One of you has to be at least annoyed by them. Maybe trouble sleeping, or constant headaches?
You, over there. You look like a freak. Something has to be bothering you. I mean, look at you, you're dressed up like a zombie, and it's not even Halloween. That's just not normal. Maybe there's something you can't even think of because you're so used to it. Come on, anything. First thing that comes to your mind. ...No one ever lets you eat their brains. Cute. All right, look, if you're not going to take this seriously, then I'm not going to help you. What about you, in the monkey costumes. Any problems? You know, other than the monkey costumes. No one lets you do your job? That's perfect! Job troubles. I can totally help with that. What is your job, anyway? You need a monkey costume to wake people for breakfast? Well, what do you do if they don't wake up?
...
That's it. When I get home, I swear to God I'm becoming an atheist.
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Character: Damian Wayne/Robin
Series: Batman and Robin (Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damian_Wayne )
Character Age: 13-14
Canon: Damian is the most recent to take up the Robin mantle and is partnered with Dick Grayson, the newest Batman and the original Robin. The son of the original Batman, Bruce Wayne, Damian was born in an artificial womb and raised by his mother and a League of Assassins. As a result he is a proficient fighter with a number of styles and weapons in his arsenal and sees bloodshed and meta-human violence as mundane. His existence was brought to his father’s attention shortly before his father’s death, and Damian feels it is his job and his right to take on the mantle of the Batman.
Arrogant, self-serving, and imbued with a childish form of cruelty, Damian gets under the skin of everyone around him with his constant taunts and sarcastic commentary. He speaks in a fairly mature, candid way for a boy of his age, often utilizing a dismissive or condescending tone. Despite his cynicism and casual attitude towards violence and death as a means of justice, Damian has inherited his father's thirst for doing what is just and right. However, Damian has a tendency to exempt himself from the standards he holds the rest of the world to.
Sample Post:
Summer camp is below me.
That's what I told Grayson when he shipped me off to this dank excuse for a recreational facility. He had the nerve to tell me that I thought everything was below me (Fact: Everything IS below me) and told me that this could give me a tasted of being an average kid. I am not, repeat not, an average kid. I am a test-tube baby, running around in spandex on a nightly basis, beating up criminals! Plus, even if all of that was not true, I'd still be better than the mongrel they have running around this wretched camp.
Speaking of mongrel, this camp is bursting to capacity with genetic run-off. The campers here have strange clothes, stranger habits, and a vast number of them have tried to hug me. Gross. Oh, and there are zombies too. They have also tried to hug me, though for vastly different reasons. Honestly, I am having difficulty finding the differences between the zombies and the campers. I think the zombies might smell better. Also the campers are in a constant panic over the zombies despite the fact that a large portion of the camp has powers or combat proficiency! Rather than running around, these idiots could grow a collective spine and fight back. All they need is a leader to organize them.
Wait!
I am so awesome! I just had the best idea. I can take control of the camp! Who is better suited to lead a force of anti-zombie fighters than me? No one! Plus with a strike force at my disposal and my own prodigious intelligence at the helm I can accomplish more than any Robin before me. I can be acknowledged as what I am: The only one to truly deserve inheriting the title of the Batman!
Or at least, I can beat up some zombies and vent my rage about being sent here.
Mood: Scheming
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Character: Kamijo Mutsuki
Series: Kamen Rider Blade
Age: 17
Canon: (canon spoilers) An ancient Battle Fight between 32 Undead determined the fate of the world. With each one representing a different species - and Category of power, from Ace to King - they fought among themselves, the losers being sealed in cards and the winner gaining ultimate power and the right to have their species dominate the world. Human Undead won. Now, ten thousand years later, the Undead have been released by human hands restarting the Battle Fight and throwing humanity into danger, for if a different Undead wins the new Battle Fight, humans will no longer have a place in the world. Using the power of sealed Undead, four Kamen Riders are the last defense the world has against them. This is about the fourth and youngest, Kamijou Mutsuki.
Mutsuki is a big doormat for life; he finds things easier if he nods along and doesn’t fight back despite his inner desire to be a hero. He’s a gawky teenager with a love for basketball and no love for conflict. Aside from that stretch of time he was under the influence and control of the improperly sealed Undead and became increasingly short-tempered and power-hungry, attacking people that should have been his allies. Or attempting to attack because his bad-ass attitude was often undermined by the hesitation and fear. But he got better and gained a new resolve to fight for others and take a stand for what he believes in, though he is subject to slight confidence issues. Ultimately, he would rather find a peaceful resolution rather than fighting the Undead, but if his attempts or the situation doesn’t work out, he will do what he has to do. Until he gets sent to the hospital. In matters that don’t concern the fate of the world, everyone else tops him.
Mutsuki is taken from the end of the series.
Sample Post:
What am I going to tell Nozomi? Sorry, my cell phone was out of range and I couldn’t call you. I don’t know why. No, it wasn’t turned off. I was kidnapped? Again? Maybe a different line, no one believes that one even if it’s true. And it’s embarrassing. I took a wrong turn and suddenly I was in a forest? I know there isn’t supposed to be a forest but - that won’t go well, either. Forests don’t magically appear in the middle of a city. I can hear it already. She’s going to yell at me no matter what I do. Maybe it won’t be too bad. Maybe I won’t be too late. If I can get out of here . . .
The question being where is here? I can’t - OUCH. When did that sign get here? Camp Fuck You Die that way? Louisiana? Isn’t that in America? Not . . . Japan?
Oh, hey, you over there! Do you know what’s going on? Is this really - I - I don’t think your skin should be falling off like that. O-or your eye. I see. You’re dead. Actually that would be undead, wouldn’t it. Ha, that’s really not funny. We took care of the Undead so this can’t be one of their tricks. Unless we missed one that could create zombies - but what sort of Undead would create zombies? And transport me here? I’m not talking to you - Oh, you want brains. And now would have been the reason not to have given my Rider deck to Karasuma. Not that I ever thought I would need it again to transform. Ah, you’re going to keep coming, aren’t you? A branch isn’t the same as a staff, but I’ll take what I can get.
And one . . . zombie-on-a-stick later . . . I hope it doesn’t feel pain. It was trying to eat my brains and I should have killed it, but it wouldn’t die so pinning it against the tree was my only choice. Like a zombie skewer without the cooking - ah gross! Maybe I should just not think too hard about it? At least try not to. Zombie behind me and I don’t even know where I came in, so maybe I should go to where the sign was pointing. The sign that wasn’t in Japanese and in English and that I could read and the not thinking too hard - I should do it now.
Maybe I hit my head and I’m in the hospital - ow, my nose. That sign wasn’t here a minute ago. ‘Visit the lake monster today!’ I - I don’t think I want to and that really hurt so I’m probably not dreaming.
I see buildings! Owwwwww. My toe! A sign! I think I like the mysteriously appearing signs less than the zombie. Whack-a-Mutsuki isn’t fun when I’m Mutsuki, okay? Stupid signs. This one says . . . ‘Thank you for joining us indefinitely at Camp Fuck You Die.’
Indefinitely? But I need to get home.
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