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Character: Kadoya Tsukasa/Kamen Rider Decade
Series: Kamen Rider Decade
Character Age: Roughly 19 or 20. Can pass as a high school student without issue.
Canon: In a hell of a lot of worlds, there are a bunch of guys in plastic suits called Kamen Riders. They don their super plastic suits and fight giant monsters in rubber suits. However, all of these separate worlds are killing themselves for no apparent reason, and an amnesiac asshole with the power to turn into Kamen Rider Decade has to travel to the worlds of every other Rider in history, and beat them up until the worlds chill out. Traveling with him are his tsundere love interest, Natsumi, and his butt-monkey buddy... abuse-magnet jesus, Yuusuke.
Kadoya Tsukasa, the asshole in question, is the alter ego of Kamen Rider Decade and our designated hero. Insofar as heroes go, he's good at the ass-kicking evil part, but not so much at being a good person in the slightest. He mocks and laughs at people who have been mugged, tries to leave his companions imprisoned for crimes they didn't commit, and is basically a horrible ass. He's got a tremendous ego, a myriad of skills, and would be firmly in Mary Sue territory were it not for the fact that the universe hates him. And then, occasionally, he will become a Jesus for delivering one truly epic speech, delivering each world's Aesop... and then goes right back to being a jackass at the beginning of the next world.
Note: Every time Tsukasa enters a new world, it gives him a new job so he can blend into his new surroundings. And get humiliated.
Sample Post:
Looks like we've arrived at Camp's World... I think I understand what it is I'm supposed to do here.
All right, listen up, everyone! I'm Kadoya Tsukasa, and I'm your new top counselor! Just listen to what I tell you, and I'll make this place... at least bearable. To start with, how do you expect to maintain a camp like this? Your wildlife is everywhere, your From now on, 'in order to maintain this camp's standards', we'll begin charging an entry fee.To stay in this camp, you'll have to pay a certain amount... 20,000 yen sounds fair, with a bonus to myself, of course.
But in order to make people want to enroll in this camp, you'll have to clean up. For one, it looks like there's not enough cabins, and the ones that are there aren't uniform enough. A few of them look like real cabins, but then there's a hotel and a military base? Having themed cabins for various guests is okay, but this is too much. There's no one who would guess that a giant hat is actually a place to stay, after all. And what's that marshmallow man? It's pretty worthless like this. Sell it off as a novelty, and use that money for real cabins.
And another thing, the organization is terrible. Do you not give people places to stay when they sign up? No one will enroll if they have to do everything themselves. And there's the wildlife everywhere. Get rid of it, or at least clear it away. They even have the nerve to approach the great genius me, so lesser people will be frightened by them. Well, at least they have the sense not to touch. Just stay away and it might be okay.
Oi, gorilla! I just said to get away- I'm not interested in your paper, just get rid of it. Is it really a good idea to use gorillas as messengers? To deliver letters to the great me in such a way is insulting. Oi, get that out of my face! I don't want it from- mmph! Fine, just give it to me!
"Dear Kadoya, you have been charged with impersonation of an authority figure in our camp." Impersonation? Tch, like the great Kadoya Tsukasa could be anything other than an authority figure? "Furthermore, as summer counselor rounds have already closed-" What does that mean? "-and you didn't even do a good job of the impersonation. At least do it right next time." Whoever wrote this certainly has guts, to talk about me like that...
Wait, there's one last bit. "As a result of your terrible job, you are sentenced to Marcy." What's a Marcy, anyway- Oi, gorillas, let go of me! Where do you think you're dragging me, huh? I said let g-
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Character: Principality of Liechtenstein
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character Age: Looks about 16
Canon: Ever want to learn history the easy way? Well, there is no easy way, since the world is far too vast and would take far too many history books to cover. Never fear, though, for Axis Powers Hetalia is here! Just read that and-- ...just playing. This series presents the harsh world lightheartedly using personified countries who follow silly stereotypes. It may not be historically accurate, but at least it's hilarious and cracky to watch the countries interact as actual people in humorous situations. Nevertheless, its still pretty educational in it's own way.
One of the few female countries represented is Liechtenstein, a young lady who often requires the protection of her endearing brother, Switzerland. Taking into consideration that she's young, she still manages to have a mature, yet docile personality. She always remains courteous, respectful, and very, very polite toward anyone and everyone she meets. Even when she she's stating her opinion, something she will firmly stand by, she'll be a complete sweetheart about it, making sure not to hurt anyone's feelings if she can help it. Although she's one of the smaller countries and weaker countries, she's very clever, though she wouldn't admit that herself since she's so modest and humble. Oftentimes she's worrying about the people she cares about and going out of her way to show her appreciation, like when she made her guardian/brother cute pajamas.
Sample Post:
That was a wonderful performance! It was incredibly thoughtful of you to arrange something like this on such short notice, Mr. Graah. Thank you so much. Oh, yes, it made me feel very welcome to camp. I was impressed with your ability to, ah, use your intestines as a cello...? It was a very unique sound, I promise you, but I don't think that's safe. I recall one of them ripping in the middle of your second song! I insist you get it checked out as soon as possible as I'd hate for you to be in a condition where you can no longer use it. Your intestines are used for more than just musical purposes, although I'm not quite sure how you managed to produce a sound from them...
Oh, no thank you, I don't need any refreshments at the moment. Forgive me, but while the snacks you were serving look very appetizing, I don't think I could digest fingernails... Huh? You mean they got in there on accident? If you'd like, I can help you prepare the snacks next time so nothing like that happens again. And the tea, too, if that's okay. I think you might have used a little too much blood... While it's a very lovely shade of red, it honestly wasn't meant for drinking. I didn't mean to imply it that way, but I'll certainly help you out the next time.
You made me a welcoming card, too? Mr. Graah... this is kind of cute. Thank you; I'm very grateful! I like the pictures you drew on it, too, but aren't they a bit... questionable? Is it really necessary for me to know you're scooping "brains" out of my head? And it seems you spelled it wrong. I'd be more than happy to help you out with your spelling the next time you go out of your way like this, too. Actually, I think I would've known what it was from just looking at it since you put so much detail into it! It doesn't take from the cuteness, so don't worry. Oh, and this scribble over here; a headstone? Th-that's not nice at all! But... I'll keep your card, as a keepsake.
Since we have so much we can do together, I think we should set aside a day to do it all at once since it'd be much easier that way. It'd also be very fun, too! After all, we can enjoy some delicious food while you draw some of your, ah, creative pictures. Perhaps you can draw flowers and bunnies instead, as they're always cute no matter how they're drawn and you would draw them cutely. I think a Tuesday would be the best day for this since I hear eating at the mess hall then is a bad idea. I've even heard stories about stews with fingers in it...
--N-No, please don't donate your fingers! How else would you play your unique cello solo...?
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Character name: Jo Carpenter
Series: Bakuretsu Tenshi/Burst Angel
Age: 17
Canon: In a post-apocalyptic Spaghetti Western future set in Tokyo, where guns are common on the street and the police have been replaced by a military force to control the civilian life, an international group known as the Barren Syndicate employs their own special force of pseudo-mercenaries. These people are kickass and a bit special, with no regrets and nowhere else to go. Living in a high-tech truck with enough space to pack a mobile suit, sleeping quarters and a large kitchen, these four girls investigate and exterminate mutated monsters with mystical glowing brains that are wreaking havoc all over Japan, while trying to figure out what RAPT--Tokyo's police force--has to do with the whole mess.
One of these four girls is Jo, who carries twin Desert Eagles. She fears neither death nor pain and is known as "The Angel from Hell". In other words, she's literally built for combat. With superhuman abilities connected to a mysterious tattoo which runs from her shoulder down her arm and back, Jo can enter a berserker mode where she is possibly invincible when fighting. She doesn't remember much of her life before joining the group, nor why she has her powers. Without any sort of upbringing, she lacks knowledge of social interaction, how to handle feelings or act towards others other than fighting or ignoring them. Misinterpreting most things to be a challenge, even in everyday life, she won't budge until she's taken care of it, but at the same time it's hard to tell what she's thinking, as she's also sometimes indifferent to what's going on around her. In the rare event that you gain her trust, Jo's your quiet and loyal companion with super strength, always there if there's trouble, even if the methods she uses to take care of things might be a bit blunt.
Note: Jo's favourite quote is "I'll take you to hell!"
Sample:
Tch, this is just my luck, being stuck in a swamp of all places. Getting lost in a forest inhabited by purple gorillas was not on the job description. 'Camp Fuck You Die'? That's the stupidest name I've ever heard for a place, and it's not even mapped! I've been sent to the wrong location, and of course the communicator isn't working. There better be an explanation for this soon, unless the big squid monster in the lake is the reason for taking me here... Oi! You. Zombie. Unless you want to lose more of those limbs of yours, you better show me where I can talk to the leader of this 'camp'. Now. ... Talk! Don't gurgle at me, dammit. That's not going to help you one bit. And stop yapping about brains. I've had enough of them already, and I don't recall this job having anything to do with them. If I see one of those things again, I'll-- no, of course not my brain, you piece of rotten meat! This is a waste of my time. I want information, not drool on my jacket! Are you trying to make fun of me? Humph. You're no help at all. And your purple friends aren't better--
Now I've seen everything. The Syndicate has stupid ways of informing their employees, but gorillas? You got to be kidding me. When the hell did they start using animals as personal? This mission is getting less and less amusing, and I'm starting to lose my temper. Yes, I swear I'll beat down everyone who tries to stop me. Shut up, I don't care if it's a public area. I'll use my Desert Eagles on you if you even cause the least of troubles. If you cooperate with me, you'll live. Running away? Cowards. If you have pride, you would stay and fight like a man-- gorilla.
What a ridiculous job. Telling me to protect some old woman, but instead I end up getting suspected for murder? Come up with something more entertaining, missy zombie-- or whatever your gender is. I won't stand for being treated like some second rate object of entertainment. I'm a bounty hunter, not a circus artist. No! And I'm certainly not here to listen to the story about your miserable life! You're walking dead. You don't even have a life. Shit happens.
So I can't see any other reason to be here than taking care of an infestation. Heh. Never thought I'd be adding to my monster collection in a summer camp, and I don't intend to drag this out, so it's about time you showed yourself! No, not you, you stupid zombie! I'm talking about that legendary squid. ...what, it has a name? Che, I could care less about that. All I need to know is where it's hiding. Well of course I get it's supposed to be in water! So show me the lake!
Ah... so that's the one. Well, I guess this could prove to be interesting. You're a big one, aren't you, monster? Oi, let go of me before I shoot--! Hah! If that's how you want it, let's party till the end. But if I go down, don't think you'll be doing too well either! What did you think these guns were for anyway? Come on! I don't want to withhold the fun! I promise I'll take you straight to hell!
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Character: Tsubaki Nakatsukasa
Series: Soul Eater
Character Age: Teenaged. (it's never actually clarified.)
Canon: Soul Eater is a manga with a little bit of everything; action, adventure, fanservice, comedy, and a wide range of awesome characters. The story centers around a group of students attending Shibusen, a school that specializes in training Weapons (those who have weapon blood in their lineage which allows them to transform into various weapons) and Meisters (those who wield weapons). Each Weapon is paired with a Meister and their job is to collect the souls of corrupted individuals.
Tsubaki is a Dark Demon Blade, a Weapon who can transform into six different forms: a chain scythe, an oversized shuriken, a smoke bomb, a ninja sword, a black katana, and a dummy clone of her partner. Her partner is Black*Star, and Tsubaki is very attached to him and her goal is to help him reach his dream of surpassing god. Tsubaki worries about her friends and loved ones quite a bit and part of that comes from the fact that she places a lot of trust in those people that are close to her. She is a kind and patient person in general, always eager to help other people. However, unlike her docile appearance and nature, during battle Tsubaki can quickly change during battle; she knows that in the end winning is the important thing. In the past Tsubaki has felt (and been) a rather passive and invisible sort of person, tending to stand in the background. But through the course of the manga she becomes more assertive, even if she is still a rather introverted and gentle-natured person in general.
Note: Black*Star-mun did give me permission to mention Black*Star in the sample.
Sample Post: Oh, this can’t be good. I don’t recognize this place at all... Well, at least it doesn’t look too dangerous. Maybe I can find someone to tell me what's going on. Ah, there, I see someone.. They seem pretty safe to talk to. Hello there! Um, I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering where I am?
This is a camp? Like a summer camp..? Mm, I suppose that sounds like fun! I’ve never actually been to a camp like thi- no, I don’t really have a problem with zombies, why do you ask? One of my teachers at school is actually a zombie. He’s a really nice guy. Ah, are you a zombie too? Well I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.
Oh, and you have a lake here! That should be fun to swim in. I didn’t pack a swim suit-I didn’t pack anything at all actually-but I’ll just improvise. ...Tentacles? Okay, I’ll just forget about the swimming, then.
This is a pretty unique camp location, though. Very scenic in its own way, you could say.. Ah, and this is the Cafeteria? Um, I’m not sure you know but, there are gorillas in here.. and one is coming this way, oh-H-Hi, Mr. Gorilla. Oh, well, I’d love to try some of your soup. Let me just take a spoonful...This tastes... interesting. No, no, don’t be sad, I like it! Maybe if you added some salt or pepper... or took out the eyeballs. Y-Yeah definitely take those out. I can help you if you’d like. I love to cook! What do you think Mr. Zombie? You think it could use some tarragon? Mm, that could work too.
Actually, can I ask you something else too? Have you seen a boy around here named Black*Star? He’s my partner... he has blue hair, he’s a little bit shorter than me, has a star tattoo on his shoulder. Well, you would definitely know if you had met him. He might have referred to himself as the “Great and Mighty Black*Star.” I just hope he hasn’t already gotten into trouble... Could you just tell me if you see him please?
Also... what’s the name of this camp? Camp Fuc- oh. That’s not a very nice name for a camp. I don’t mean to be rude, but I think you might get more campers if you went with a more family-friendly name. How about Camp.. Fun? Okay that’s not the best either; let me think about this some more.
... You’ll get back to me? O-Okay, I’ll just keep brainstorming.
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Character: Iskierka
Series: The Temeraire novels, by Naomi Novik.
Character Age: Around one year old, give or take; only recently matured.
Canon: Ah, the Napoleonic Era! A time fraught with danger and political intrigue, as Bonaparte's French troops plot to overwhelm the British Empire. And how do you make a story about this period more awesome? Why, you throw in an aerial corps of dragons and their dragonrider captains! Temeraire focuses on the dragon of the same name, and his adventures with his initially reluctant rider, Captain William Laurence. Together they fight for their country, serve as ambassadors, and wind up traveling all over the world. One of their adventures involves stealing three dragon eggs from the Ottoman Empire, and transporting them safely back to England.
One of the eggs produces Iskierka, a dragon of the valuable, fire-breathing Kazilik breed. Her personality matches her ability: she's loud, overeager and hot-tempered. She's something like the shounen retard of the series, often bullying and squabbling with other dragons, and believing herself able to take on opponents many times her size, even when she's barely out of the shell. She's tactless and willful to the point of childishly disobeying orders, and the only thing that can control her is the thought of harm coming to her beloved captain, John Granby. She also loves earning capital for Granby and herself by acquiring 'prizes,' in the form of French ships she captures on the English Channel.
Note: Iskierka is being taken from near the end of Empire of Ivory, [before Laurence and Temeraire learn of the plan to infect French dragons with a deadly plague.]
Sample Post:
That was far too easy! There was no need at all to hold back against your Sixty-Ninth Fleet at all, Captain Gragh, was there? You are all my prizes now, and I will not even need to share you, as I captured you all by myself! I am quite sure my Granby will understand that this way to patrol is better; if my orders must include taking the trouble to fly over all this smelly marshland, then I might as well get some recompense out of it, you see. And perhaps if I do it quickly enough, then we can leave quite soon, which would be nice, as you have nothing very interesting left out here at all.
Of course, there are still your cows, but I have already gathered a good many of those. They are quite shiny, so even if they make strange noises and do not taste at all nice, I am sure an entire herd of them will be good for something. And they do look pleasantly glittery around my clearing, though some have begun to melt a little around the edges and I shall have to replace them soon. Perhaps I shall bring one back especially for Granby, so that he may have a special cow of his very own. I am sure he will like it, though not to ride, of course--that is what I, and only I, am for!
But cows aside, I really do not understand! What else does this silly little marsh of Seafud have that must be defended from anyone? And why must I bother defending it from something like your dreaded Sixty-Ninth fleet, when it is neither a fleet nor dreadful at all? You have tiny boats, without even proper guns, and you must resort to throwing your own body parts to try and drive me off! That is a useful talent, to be sure, and not one I have seen before, but you should be glad that I made the lot of you surrender before all of your crew were rendered armless!
You have very strange sailors here, though. You cannot be loyal even in the face of capture! The men on the other ships have already tried to bribe me away--how foul!--as if I would want them to pay me with their bodies. There is no way I would accept that from any of you, as you are weak and slow, and missing parts now besides. I cannot accept your offers for me to plunder your booty, if you have no booty to plunder! Instead, I shall take your ships back with me to the dock, and then you will have no more ships, and if you have bases on land, why, then soon all your bases shall belong to me as well, or be turned into tinders and ashes!
And no, I do not want a hunk of your love either, whatever that might mean, and I am not sorry at all to say so. Do be quiet and allow me to capture you all properly now, for otherwise you will only have a hunk of burning love to your name!
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Character: Chane Laforet
Series: Baccano!
Character Age: ~19
Canon: Baccano! is the story of how a simple twist of fate can intertwine people's lives and destinies together in crazy and oftentimes violent ways. Throw a little wine that makes people immortal into the mix and you've got yourself a lifetime of antics that involves everyone from thieves to scientists, delinquents, a newspaper company and the mafia. While not an immortal herself, Chane is the daughter of one. She was raised as an experiment; a guinea pig for her father's curiosity. She even has a telepathic link with her father, leading her to be extremely loyal to him. Because of this, Chane never really formed any outside attachments. All of these things and more, have left her a bit lacking in the emotional and social skills department.
Even before she gave her voice away to protect her father and his secrets, Chane was always quiet and introspective. With a beautiful face that shows little to no emotion, she now speaks through her knives. As a terrorist who works for her father, she gives new meaning to the term "silent, but deadly"-even though she's not terribly fond of killing people. Still, Chane is one badass chick who can fuck your shit up on top of a moving train and, thanks to the help of a few unlikely people, she's slowly learning how to open up and let others in.
Despite being mute, Chane is still shown giving inner-monologue, and conversing via written communication.
Sample Post:
Dear Sister,
I tried addressing you as "Father" many times, but couldn't. The head toucan of the Psychic Toucan Agency said that it was all for the best and that they only meant well. I do not understand why. In any case, I've successfully infiltrated the encampment and have my first report. I haven't been able to reach you, however, so I will be sending this message through the P.T.A. They've explicitly promised confidentiality and fast delivery for "when it absolutely, positively has to be there overnight."
Recently, I found a group of people in the woods who seem to be immortal. I think it must be a different kind than yours, because their skin color and state of their bodies all show signs of decomposition. Even so, they were able to move and communicate after I'd cut off their heads and limbs in self-defense. There was one man who kept begging me to spare his third leg, in particular. I didn't understand what he was saying because he clearly only had two, so I knocked him out to silence him.
They've been talking about wanting my brain since last night. Even if I'd previously learned that they are not dangerous, I will now be treating them as such, because I can't allow the information I carry to be compromised.
I've encountered several other strange things as well. There's a squid-like creature in the lake that has more tentacles than should be normal. Further investigation did not go as planned, and resulted in the loss of all of my clothing and a knife which I was unable to retrieve from one of the monster's eyes. Thankfully, I passed a tree earlier that grows underwear. Despite being extremely revealing and embarrassing, they are better than nothing.
I can give detailed reports of each of these and more, if you wish, but have only included information on the supposed immortals for now because that seemed the most relevant to your interests. I will contact you again later in the week. Hopefully, the creatures in the purple fur will have stopped shooting each other and chanting nonsensical words by then.
-Chane
Character: Chane Laforet
Series: Baccano!
Character Age: ~20
Canon: Baccano! is what happens when a boat full of alchemists in 1711 summon a demon to ask for potion that would grant them eternal life. One of them, Huey Laforet, has a daughter named Chane two hundred years later that he raises to be his devoted pupil. She gets involved in some less-than-legal stuff, like when she boards a train called The Flying Pussyfoot as part of a terrorist group intent on breaking her father out of prison.
Huey Laforet is the most important person to her, and Chane's devotion even goes as far as to willingly give up her voice to protect his research. During her mission with the Lemures terrorist group, she meets Claire Stanfield who proposes to her on the top of the speeding train. She doesn't know how to respond to this at first, but she leaves a note for him, requesting a rendezvous in Manhattan. On the way to Manhattan, she's taken in by a group of delinquents whose leader opens her world view even further when he is inexplicably and gratuitously nice to her. On the surface, she's still as emotionless-looking and deadpan as ever, but she's created more room in her heart now for people who aren't her father; even if their kindness does unnerve her.
Note: One of her methods of communicating is writing and Vino and Rail Tracer are both alternative names for Claire.
Sample Post:
[There's a woman wearing a fancy-looking black dress and clutching a pad and pen standing amidst the shuffling undead at the Centre of Camp. Normally this wouldn't be too strange, but she's looking for someone and giving each face (in varying stages of decomposition) a cold analysis as they shamble by. An idea strikes her as an inquisitive --or just hungry-- zombie stops nearby. She makes a gesture to indicate the reason for her silence and begins to write in her note-pad.] I'm looking for Claire Stanfield. [Squish. Chane briefly glances as the last bit of the zombie's right arm falls noisily the the ground. The zombie remains characteristically unresponsive, but eventually gives a low moan, followed by a call for "braaains". She shakes her head-- how was it even possible to misinterpret such a clear message? She hadn't written it incorrectly; and Claire was Claire, not her brain, where the zombie was pointing. Staring at the zombie (which was very intently staring back at her frontal lobes), she waits to see if it has anything more to say, then adds two other things to her notepad.] The Rail Tracer, Vi
[Before she can finish writing, the zombie lunges, its mouth gaping. With its remaining arm, it reaches out towards her, but she ducks before it can get too close. Her hand slips underneath her dress and pulls out a knife that looks much too big for a lady. In one quick, smooth motion, she easily disarms the zombie (another unpleasant squish on the ground) before standing upright again. The populace was clearly hostile, attacking without being provoked; she would need to be more careful. That in mind, Chane raises her dagger defensively. It looks like she's trained with a blade, from the way she can wield it.]
[She starts to back up from the main concentration of zombies, trying to keep her wits about her; too focused ahead, she's caught off-guard when, without warning, a gorilla swings at her from behind. She's caught off-guard, but not enough that she doesn't retaliate-- she braces her hand against its arm and uses its momentum to jump over it, landing on the other side. Her knife goes for its throat; however, the gorilla grunts and jabs a thick finger toward the note-pad, which stops her from shanking it immediately. It doesn't look like there's a reason for this, initially, a bit caught in the moment, but when she does remember, she brings up the page so that the three names are clearly visible. The gorilla gives another grunt --this one more sad, like an apology-- and bends down to draw in the dirt. She stares in slight shock as he makes a diagram of the area complete with little tentacles poking out of the lake and smoke rising from the volcano, then draws arrows going from the "centre" of camp to the lake, punctuating it with a final particularly large arrow pointing to it.]
[Chane crouches and examines the diagram intently for a while for a while, committing the crude, albeit detailed (why were there tentacles?) map to memory. She wasn't sure how to respond; she had held a knife to its throat, and it was offering to help? There was no logical connection in her mind. Her only real reply is a terse nod as her face returns to its stony mask. Maybe she could have a clearer view at the lake-- and, preferably, much less harassment.]
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Character: Kadoya Tsukasa/Kamen Rider Decade
Series: Kamen Rider Decade
Character Age: Roughly 19 or 20. Can pass as a high school student without issue.
Canon: In a hell of a lot of worlds, there are a bunch of guys in plastic suits called Kamen Riders. They don their super plastic suits and fight giant monsters in rubber suits. However, all of these separate worlds are killing themselves for no apparent reason, and an amnesiac asshole with the power to turn into Kamen Rider Decade has to travel to the worlds of every other Rider in history, and beat them up until the worlds chill out. Traveling with him are his tsundere love interest, Natsumi, and his butt-monkey buddy... abuse-magnet jesus, Yuusuke.
Kadoya Tsukasa, the asshole in question, is the alter ego of Kamen Rider Decade and our designated hero. Insofar as heroes go, he's good at the ass-kicking evil part, but not so much at being a good person in the slightest. He mocks and laughs at people who have been mugged, tries to leave his companions imprisoned for crimes they didn't commit, and is basically a horrible ass. He's got a tremendous ego, a myriad of skills, and would be firmly in Mary Sue territory were it not for the fact that the universe hates him. And then, occasionally, he will become a Jesus for delivering one truly epic speech, delivering each world's Aesop... and then goes right back to being a jackass at the beginning of the next world.
Note: Every time Tsukasa enters a new world, it gives him a new job so he can blend into his new surroundings. And get humiliated.
Sample Post:
Looks like we've arrived at Camp's World... I think I understand what it is I'm supposed to do here.
All right, listen up, everyone! I'm Kadoya Tsukasa, and I'm your new top counselor! Just listen to what I tell you, and I'll make this place... at least bearable. To start with, how do you expect to maintain a camp like this? Your wildlife is everywhere, your From now on, 'in order to maintain this camp's standards', we'll begin charging an entry fee.To stay in this camp, you'll have to pay a certain amount... 20,000 yen sounds fair, with a bonus to myself, of course.
But in order to make people want to enroll in this camp, you'll have to clean up. For one, it looks like there's not enough cabins, and the ones that are there aren't uniform enough. A few of them look like real cabins, but then there's a hotel and a military base? Having themed cabins for various guests is okay, but this is too much. There's no one who would guess that a giant hat is actually a place to stay, after all. And what's that marshmallow man? It's pretty worthless like this. Sell it off as a novelty, and use that money for real cabins.
And another thing, the organization is terrible. Do you not give people places to stay when they sign up? No one will enroll if they have to do everything themselves. And there's the wildlife everywhere. Get rid of it, or at least clear it away. They even have the nerve to approach the great genius me, so lesser people will be frightened by them. Well, at least they have the sense not to touch. Just stay away and it might be okay.
Oi, gorilla! I just said to get away- I'm not interested in your paper, just get rid of it. Is it really a good idea to use gorillas as messengers? To deliver letters to the great me in such a way is insulting. Oi, get that out of my face! I don't want it from- mmph! Fine, just give it to me!
"Dear Kadoya, you have been charged with impersonation of an authority figure in our camp." Impersonation? Tch, like the great Kadoya Tsukasa could be anything other than an authority figure? "Furthermore, as summer counselor rounds have already closed-" What does that mean? "-and you didn't even do a good job of the impersonation. At least do it right next time." Whoever wrote this certainly has guts, to talk about me like that...
Wait, there's one last bit. "As a result of your terrible job, you are sentenced to Marcy." What's a Marcy, anyway- Oi, gorillas, let go of me! Where do you think you're dragging me, huh? I said let g-
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Character: Principality of Liechtenstein
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character Age: Looks about 16
Canon: Ever want to learn history the easy way? Well, there is no easy way, since the world is far too vast and would take far too many history books to cover. Never fear, though, for Axis Powers Hetalia is here! Just read that and-- ...just playing. This series presents the harsh world lightheartedly using personified countries who follow silly stereotypes. It may not be historically accurate, but at least it's hilarious and cracky to watch the countries interact as actual people in humorous situations. Nevertheless, its still pretty educational in it's own way.
One of the few female countries represented is Liechtenstein, a young lady who often requires the protection of her endearing brother, Switzerland. Taking into consideration that she's young, she still manages to have a mature, yet docile personality. She always remains courteous, respectful, and very, very polite toward anyone and everyone she meets. Even when she she's stating her opinion, something she will firmly stand by, she'll be a complete sweetheart about it, making sure not to hurt anyone's feelings if she can help it. Although she's one of the smaller countries and weaker countries, she's very clever, though she wouldn't admit that herself since she's so modest and humble. Oftentimes she's worrying about the people she cares about and going out of her way to show her appreciation, like when she made her guardian/brother cute pajamas.
Sample Post:
That was a wonderful performance! It was incredibly thoughtful of you to arrange something like this on such short notice, Mr. Graah. Thank you so much. Oh, yes, it made me feel very welcome to camp. I was impressed with your ability to, ah, use your intestines as a cello...? It was a very unique sound, I promise you, but I don't think that's safe. I recall one of them ripping in the middle of your second song! I insist you get it checked out as soon as possible as I'd hate for you to be in a condition where you can no longer use it. Your intestines are used for more than just musical purposes, although I'm not quite sure how you managed to produce a sound from them...
Oh, no thank you, I don't need any refreshments at the moment. Forgive me, but while the snacks you were serving look very appetizing, I don't think I could digest fingernails... Huh? You mean they got in there on accident? If you'd like, I can help you prepare the snacks next time so nothing like that happens again. And the tea, too, if that's okay. I think you might have used a little too much blood... While it's a very lovely shade of red, it honestly wasn't meant for drinking. I didn't mean to imply it that way, but I'll certainly help you out the next time.
You made me a welcoming card, too? Mr. Graah... this is kind of cute. Thank you; I'm very grateful! I like the pictures you drew on it, too, but aren't they a bit... questionable? Is it really necessary for me to know you're scooping "brains" out of my head? And it seems you spelled it wrong. I'd be more than happy to help you out with your spelling the next time you go out of your way like this, too. Actually, I think I would've known what it was from just looking at it since you put so much detail into it! It doesn't take from the cuteness, so don't worry. Oh, and this scribble over here; a headstone? Th-that's not nice at all! But... I'll keep your card, as a keepsake.
Since we have so much we can do together, I think we should set aside a day to do it all at once since it'd be much easier that way. It'd also be very fun, too! After all, we can enjoy some delicious food while you draw some of your, ah, creative pictures. Perhaps you can draw flowers and bunnies instead, as they're always cute no matter how they're drawn and you would draw them cutely. I think a Tuesday would be the best day for this since I hear eating at the mess hall then is a bad idea. I've even heard stories about stews with fingers in it...
--N-No, please don't donate your fingers! How else would you play your unique cello solo...?
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Character name: Jo Carpenter
Series: Bakuretsu Tenshi/Burst Angel
Age: 17
Canon: In a post-apocalyptic Spaghetti Western future set in Tokyo, where guns are common on the street and the police have been replaced by a military force to control the civilian life, an international group known as the Barren Syndicate employs their own special force of pseudo-mercenaries. These people are kickass and a bit special, with no regrets and nowhere else to go. Living in a high-tech truck with enough space to pack a mobile suit, sleeping quarters and a large kitchen, these four girls investigate and exterminate mutated monsters with mystical glowing brains that are wreaking havoc all over Japan, while trying to figure out what RAPT--Tokyo's police force--has to do with the whole mess.
One of these four girls is Jo, who carries twin Desert Eagles. She fears neither death nor pain and is known as "The Angel from Hell". In other words, she's literally built for combat. With superhuman abilities connected to a mysterious tattoo which runs from her shoulder down her arm and back, Jo can enter a berserker mode where she is possibly invincible when fighting. She doesn't remember much of her life before joining the group, nor why she has her powers. Without any sort of upbringing, she lacks knowledge of social interaction, how to handle feelings or act towards others other than fighting or ignoring them. Misinterpreting most things to be a challenge, even in everyday life, she won't budge until she's taken care of it, but at the same time it's hard to tell what she's thinking, as she's also sometimes indifferent to what's going on around her. In the rare event that you gain her trust, Jo's your quiet and loyal companion with super strength, always there if there's trouble, even if the methods she uses to take care of things might be a bit blunt.
Note: Jo's favourite quote is "I'll take you to hell!"
Sample:
Tch, this is just my luck, being stuck in a swamp of all places. Getting lost in a forest inhabited by purple gorillas was not on the job description. 'Camp Fuck You Die'? That's the stupidest name I've ever heard for a place, and it's not even mapped! I've been sent to the wrong location, and of course the communicator isn't working. There better be an explanation for this soon, unless the big squid monster in the lake is the reason for taking me here... Oi! You. Zombie. Unless you want to lose more of those limbs of yours, you better show me where I can talk to the leader of this 'camp'. Now. ... Talk! Don't gurgle at me, dammit. That's not going to help you one bit. And stop yapping about brains. I've had enough of them already, and I don't recall this job having anything to do with them. If I see one of those things again, I'll-- no, of course not my brain, you piece of rotten meat! This is a waste of my time. I want information, not drool on my jacket! Are you trying to make fun of me? Humph. You're no help at all. And your purple friends aren't better--
Now I've seen everything. The Syndicate has stupid ways of informing their employees, but gorillas? You got to be kidding me. When the hell did they start using animals as personal? This mission is getting less and less amusing, and I'm starting to lose my temper. Yes, I swear I'll beat down everyone who tries to stop me. Shut up, I don't care if it's a public area. I'll use my Desert Eagles on you if you even cause the least of troubles. If you cooperate with me, you'll live. Running away? Cowards. If you have pride, you would stay and fight like a man-- gorilla.
What a ridiculous job. Telling me to protect some old woman, but instead I end up getting suspected for murder? Come up with something more entertaining, missy zombie-- or whatever your gender is. I won't stand for being treated like some second rate object of entertainment. I'm a bounty hunter, not a circus artist. No! And I'm certainly not here to listen to the story about your miserable life! You're walking dead. You don't even have a life. Shit happens.
So I can't see any other reason to be here than taking care of an infestation. Heh. Never thought I'd be adding to my monster collection in a summer camp, and I don't intend to drag this out, so it's about time you showed yourself! No, not you, you stupid zombie! I'm talking about that legendary squid. ...what, it has a name? Che, I could care less about that. All I need to know is where it's hiding. Well of course I get it's supposed to be in water! So show me the lake!
Ah... so that's the one. Well, I guess this could prove to be interesting. You're a big one, aren't you, monster? Oi, let go of me before I shoot--! Hah! If that's how you want it, let's party till the end. But if I go down, don't think you'll be doing too well either! What did you think these guns were for anyway? Come on! I don't want to withhold the fun! I promise I'll take you straight to hell!
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Character: Tsubaki Nakatsukasa
Series: Soul Eater
Character Age: Teenaged. (it's never actually clarified.)
Canon: Soul Eater is a manga with a little bit of everything; action, adventure, fanservice, comedy, and a wide range of awesome characters. The story centers around a group of students attending Shibusen, a school that specializes in training Weapons (those who have weapon blood in their lineage which allows them to transform into various weapons) and Meisters (those who wield weapons). Each Weapon is paired with a Meister and their job is to collect the souls of corrupted individuals.
Tsubaki is a Dark Demon Blade, a Weapon who can transform into six different forms: a chain scythe, an oversized shuriken, a smoke bomb, a ninja sword, a black katana, and a dummy clone of her partner. Her partner is Black*Star, and Tsubaki is very attached to him and her goal is to help him reach his dream of surpassing god. Tsubaki worries about her friends and loved ones quite a bit and part of that comes from the fact that she places a lot of trust in those people that are close to her. She is a kind and patient person in general, always eager to help other people. However, unlike her docile appearance and nature, during battle Tsubaki can quickly change during battle; she knows that in the end winning is the important thing. In the past Tsubaki has felt (and been) a rather passive and invisible sort of person, tending to stand in the background. But through the course of the manga she becomes more assertive, even if she is still a rather introverted and gentle-natured person in general.
Note: Black*Star-mun did give me permission to mention Black*Star in the sample.
Sample Post: Oh, this can’t be good. I don’t recognize this place at all... Well, at least it doesn’t look too dangerous. Maybe I can find someone to tell me what's going on. Ah, there, I see someone.. They seem pretty safe to talk to. Hello there! Um, I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering where I am?
This is a camp? Like a summer camp..? Mm, I suppose that sounds like fun! I’ve never actually been to a camp like thi- no, I don’t really have a problem with zombies, why do you ask? One of my teachers at school is actually a zombie. He’s a really nice guy. Ah, are you a zombie too? Well I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.
Oh, and you have a lake here! That should be fun to swim in. I didn’t pack a swim suit-I didn’t pack anything at all actually-but I’ll just improvise. ...Tentacles? Okay, I’ll just forget about the swimming, then.
This is a pretty unique camp location, though. Very scenic in its own way, you could say.. Ah, and this is the Cafeteria? Um, I’m not sure you know but, there are gorillas in here.. and one is coming this way, oh-H-Hi, Mr. Gorilla. Oh, well, I’d love to try some of your soup. Let me just take a spoonful...This tastes... interesting. No, no, don’t be sad, I like it! Maybe if you added some salt or pepper... or took out the eyeballs. Y-Yeah definitely take those out. I can help you if you’d like. I love to cook! What do you think Mr. Zombie? You think it could use some tarragon? Mm, that could work too.
Actually, can I ask you something else too? Have you seen a boy around here named Black*Star? He’s my partner... he has blue hair, he’s a little bit shorter than me, has a star tattoo on his shoulder. Well, you would definitely know if you had met him. He might have referred to himself as the “Great and Mighty Black*Star.” I just hope he hasn’t already gotten into trouble... Could you just tell me if you see him please?
Also... what’s the name of this camp? Camp Fuc- oh. That’s not a very nice name for a camp. I don’t mean to be rude, but I think you might get more campers if you went with a more family-friendly name. How about Camp.. Fun? Okay that’s not the best either; let me think about this some more.
... You’ll get back to me? O-Okay, I’ll just keep brainstorming.
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Character: Iskierka
Series: The Temeraire novels, by Naomi Novik.
Character Age: Around one year old, give or take; only recently matured.
Canon: Ah, the Napoleonic Era! A time fraught with danger and political intrigue, as Bonaparte's French troops plot to overwhelm the British Empire. And how do you make a story about this period more awesome? Why, you throw in an aerial corps of dragons and their dragonrider captains! Temeraire focuses on the dragon of the same name, and his adventures with his initially reluctant rider, Captain William Laurence. Together they fight for their country, serve as ambassadors, and wind up traveling all over the world. One of their adventures involves stealing three dragon eggs from the Ottoman Empire, and transporting them safely back to England.
One of the eggs produces Iskierka, a dragon of the valuable, fire-breathing Kazilik breed. Her personality matches her ability: she's loud, overeager and hot-tempered. She's something like the shounen retard of the series, often bullying and squabbling with other dragons, and believing herself able to take on opponents many times her size, even when she's barely out of the shell. She's tactless and willful to the point of childishly disobeying orders, and the only thing that can control her is the thought of harm coming to her beloved captain, John Granby. She also loves earning capital for Granby and herself by acquiring 'prizes,' in the form of French ships she captures on the English Channel.
Note: Iskierka is being taken from near the end of Empire of Ivory, [before Laurence and Temeraire learn of the plan to infect French dragons with a deadly plague.]
Sample Post:
That was far too easy! There was no need at all to hold back against your Sixty-Ninth Fleet at all, Captain Gragh, was there? You are all my prizes now, and I will not even need to share you, as I captured you all by myself! I am quite sure my Granby will understand that this way to patrol is better; if my orders must include taking the trouble to fly over all this smelly marshland, then I might as well get some recompense out of it, you see. And perhaps if I do it quickly enough, then we can leave quite soon, which would be nice, as you have nothing very interesting left out here at all.
Of course, there are still your cows, but I have already gathered a good many of those. They are quite shiny, so even if they make strange noises and do not taste at all nice, I am sure an entire herd of them will be good for something. And they do look pleasantly glittery around my clearing, though some have begun to melt a little around the edges and I shall have to replace them soon. Perhaps I shall bring one back especially for Granby, so that he may have a special cow of his very own. I am sure he will like it, though not to ride, of course--that is what I, and only I, am for!
But cows aside, I really do not understand! What else does this silly little marsh of Seafud have that must be defended from anyone? And why must I bother defending it from something like your dreaded Sixty-Ninth fleet, when it is neither a fleet nor dreadful at all? You have tiny boats, without even proper guns, and you must resort to throwing your own body parts to try and drive me off! That is a useful talent, to be sure, and not one I have seen before, but you should be glad that I made the lot of you surrender before all of your crew were rendered armless!
You have very strange sailors here, though. You cannot be loyal even in the face of capture! The men on the other ships have already tried to bribe me away--how foul!--as if I would want them to pay me with their bodies. There is no way I would accept that from any of you, as you are weak and slow, and missing parts now besides. I cannot accept your offers for me to plunder your booty, if you have no booty to plunder! Instead, I shall take your ships back with me to the dock, and then you will have no more ships, and if you have bases on land, why, then soon all your bases shall belong to me as well, or be turned into tinders and ashes!
And no, I do not want a hunk of your love either, whatever that might mean, and I am not sorry at all to say so. Do be quiet and allow me to capture you all properly now, for otherwise you will only have a hunk of burning love to your name!
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Character: Chane Laforet
Series: Baccano!
Character Age: ~19
Canon: Baccano! is the story of how a simple twist of fate can intertwine people's lives and destinies together in crazy and oftentimes violent ways. Throw a little wine that makes people immortal into the mix and you've got yourself a lifetime of antics that involves everyone from thieves to scientists, delinquents, a newspaper company and the mafia. While not an immortal herself, Chane is the daughter of one. She was raised as an experiment; a guinea pig for her father's curiosity. She even has a telepathic link with her father, leading her to be extremely loyal to him. Because of this, Chane never really formed any outside attachments. All of these things and more, have left her a bit lacking in the emotional and social skills department.
Even before she gave her voice away to protect her father and his secrets, Chane was always quiet and introspective. With a beautiful face that shows little to no emotion, she now speaks through her knives. As a terrorist who works for her father, she gives new meaning to the term "silent, but deadly"-even though she's not terribly fond of killing people. Still, Chane is one badass chick who can fuck your shit up on top of a moving train and, thanks to the help of a few unlikely people, she's slowly learning how to open up and let others in.
Despite being mute, Chane is still shown giving inner-monologue, and conversing via written communication.
Sample Post:
Dear Sister,
I tried addressing you as "Father" many times, but couldn't. The head toucan of the Psychic Toucan Agency said that it was all for the best and that they only meant well. I do not understand why. In any case, I've successfully infiltrated the encampment and have my first report. I haven't been able to reach you, however, so I will be sending this message through the P.T.A. They've explicitly promised confidentiality and fast delivery for "when it absolutely, positively has to be there overnight."
Recently, I found a group of people in the woods who seem to be immortal. I think it must be a different kind than yours, because their skin color and state of their bodies all show signs of decomposition. Even so, they were able to move and communicate after I'd cut off their heads and limbs in self-defense. There was one man who kept begging me to spare his third leg, in particular. I didn't understand what he was saying because he clearly only had two, so I knocked him out to silence him.
They've been talking about wanting my brain since last night. Even if I'd previously learned that they are not dangerous, I will now be treating them as such, because I can't allow the information I carry to be compromised.
I've encountered several other strange things as well. There's a squid-like creature in the lake that has more tentacles than should be normal. Further investigation did not go as planned, and resulted in the loss of all of my clothing and a knife which I was unable to retrieve from one of the monster's eyes. Thankfully, I passed a tree earlier that grows underwear. Despite being extremely revealing and embarrassing, they are better than nothing.
I can give detailed reports of each of these and more, if you wish, but have only included information on the supposed immortals for now because that seemed the most relevant to your interests. I will contact you again later in the week. Hopefully, the creatures in the purple fur will have stopped shooting each other and chanting nonsensical words by then.
-Chane
Character: Chane Laforet
Series: Baccano!
Character Age: ~20
Canon: Baccano! is what happens when a boat full of alchemists in 1711 summon a demon to ask for potion that would grant them eternal life. One of them, Huey Laforet, has a daughter named Chane two hundred years later that he raises to be his devoted pupil. She gets involved in some less-than-legal stuff, like when she boards a train called The Flying Pussyfoot as part of a terrorist group intent on breaking her father out of prison.
Huey Laforet is the most important person to her, and Chane's devotion even goes as far as to willingly give up her voice to protect his research. During her mission with the Lemures terrorist group, she meets Claire Stanfield who proposes to her on the top of the speeding train. She doesn't know how to respond to this at first, but she leaves a note for him, requesting a rendezvous in Manhattan. On the way to Manhattan, she's taken in by a group of delinquents whose leader opens her world view even further when he is inexplicably and gratuitously nice to her. On the surface, she's still as emotionless-looking and deadpan as ever, but she's created more room in her heart now for people who aren't her father; even if their kindness does unnerve her.
Note: One of her methods of communicating is writing and Vino and Rail Tracer are both alternative names for Claire.
Sample Post:
[There's a woman wearing a fancy-looking black dress and clutching a pad and pen standing amidst the shuffling undead at the Centre of Camp. Normally this wouldn't be too strange, but she's looking for someone and giving each face (in varying stages of decomposition) a cold analysis as they shamble by. An idea strikes her as an inquisitive --or just hungry-- zombie stops nearby. She makes a gesture to indicate the reason for her silence and begins to write in her note-pad.] I'm looking for Claire Stanfield. [Squish. Chane briefly glances as the last bit of the zombie's right arm falls noisily the the ground. The zombie remains characteristically unresponsive, but eventually gives a low moan, followed by a call for "braaains". She shakes her head-- how was it even possible to misinterpret such a clear message? She hadn't written it incorrectly; and Claire was Claire, not her brain, where the zombie was pointing. Staring at the zombie (which was very intently staring back at her frontal lobes), she waits to see if it has anything more to say, then adds two other things to her notepad.] The Rail Tracer, Vi
[Before she can finish writing, the zombie lunges, its mouth gaping. With its remaining arm, it reaches out towards her, but she ducks before it can get too close. Her hand slips underneath her dress and pulls out a knife that looks much too big for a lady. In one quick, smooth motion, she easily disarms the zombie (another unpleasant squish on the ground) before standing upright again. The populace was clearly hostile, attacking without being provoked; she would need to be more careful. That in mind, Chane raises her dagger defensively. It looks like she's trained with a blade, from the way she can wield it.]
[She starts to back up from the main concentration of zombies, trying to keep her wits about her; too focused ahead, she's caught off-guard when, without warning, a gorilla swings at her from behind. She's caught off-guard, but not enough that she doesn't retaliate-- she braces her hand against its arm and uses its momentum to jump over it, landing on the other side. Her knife goes for its throat; however, the gorilla grunts and jabs a thick finger toward the note-pad, which stops her from shanking it immediately. It doesn't look like there's a reason for this, initially, a bit caught in the moment, but when she does remember, she brings up the page so that the three names are clearly visible. The gorilla gives another grunt --this one more sad, like an apology-- and bends down to draw in the dirt. She stares in slight shock as he makes a diagram of the area complete with little tentacles poking out of the lake and smoke rising from the volcano, then draws arrows going from the "centre" of camp to the lake, punctuating it with a final particularly large arrow pointing to it.]
[Chane crouches and examines the diagram intently for a while for a while, committing the crude, albeit detailed (why were there tentacles?) map to memory. She wasn't sure how to respond; she had held a knife to its throat, and it was offering to help? There was no logical connection in her mind. Her only real reply is a terse nod as her face returns to its stony mask. Maybe she could have a clearer view at the lake-- and, preferably, much less harassment.]
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