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Character Name: Mitsume
Character Age: Teenagerish
Series: The Demon Ororon / Akuma no Ororon
Canon: Some people inherit awesome things from their parents like fabulous amounts of wealth or houseboats. Chiaki Saionji inherits being a halfbreed angel-human mix that should never have happened and Ororon inherits a crazy family powered by coup d'etats and all of Hell. An improbable and doomed pairing, they fall in love, live together and aspire to the quiet domestic life. Fate, as well as God, Ororon's several power-hungry siblings, demons, ghouls and bounty hunters, disagree.
Mitsume is one of those bounty hunters, and he's one of the best around. He's also a bit of a special kind of cookie. Due to various life experiences, such as being blamed for a plague, exiled, and having had his arm and two fingers cut off, Mitsume has a rather cold perspective. He's pragmatic, casual and purposeless: He kills because it's a source of income and he's good at it - he says he doesn't know how to do anything else. All of these traits, while great for survival, are not the best for making friends. You could say that Mitsume isn't a trust and friendship person; rather, he's the exact opposite. He's distrustful of others, independent and brave to the point of probable insanity. Mitsume also indulges in the occasional shot of haterade and can descend quite easily into abrasive grumpiness.
Sample Post:
Hold up, hold up. I didn't agree to any of this. You can't just go and make someone leader of something, 'specially if they didn't want to be. 'Specially something this retarded. Gangrene or Otherwise Afflicted Things Stand Emboldened is the stupidest name for an organization I have ever heard. What the hell does it even mean? Equal rights for the limbless or some shit? Whatever. I'm not gonna take any part in this, you've got the wrong guy for the job. Get one of your own to play lead freak and leave me out of it.
I said I wasn't gonna do it, and saying "one of us" over and over isn't gonna change that. I don't give a shit about you, or this place. I don't care about your organization with its stupid name that you can't even pronounce, and I really don't care what you want. But you're in the way and all your carrying on is giving me a headache, so shut up and stop your moaning. Now your jaw's fallen off and you know what? You deserved that.
First, if you all have just got gangrene then I'm the King of Hell. If you all believe that then you should get your eyes checked. 'Cos you'd be dead wrong. ... getting rid of the E to make it GOATS doesn't help. It makes even less sense - Whatever. The point is... I don't really care. Probably no one else does either. Just get rid of that stupid name.
Second, what's the point of all this? Do you even have a reason? You want equal rights, so what. If you're not going to do anything about it you might as well get out of the way. Waving your arms around like that is just stupid. Waving someone else's arms around like that is even more stupid. So is taking each other's legs. If that's all you've got to stand on and you've got to count on someone else lending you a hand... And - hey, cut that out! What the hell?! I didn't say anything about giving me a hand!
You know what? Screw you guys, I'm outta here.
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Character: Seto Ageha
Series: RH Plus (drama)
Character Age: 16
Canon: Four vampires -- a good-looking century old head-of-the-household, a university student with an eye for the ladies, and two high school freshmen -- form a pseudo-family and live in the mansion known as Eternal Moon Manor. Impervious to of the classic vampire deterrents like sunlight and garlic, they pretend to be humans during the day. At night they take on missions and fight crime! Cheesy antics and dark pasts abound as they take on murderers and fellow rogue vampires! Following a correct diet, the vampires of RH Plus do seem to be able to go long periods of time (possibly over a month or longer) without consumption of blood though they do have a free night where they're allowed to feast upon a willing person as long as they can find one and don't kill them. Though all of them do have a fondness for tomato juice.
'Adopted' at a young age by the head-of-the-household, Ageha is one of the high school students living in the mansion. He has an ability to smell people and things -- generally blood -- that no other vampire in the series has an ability to match. Possessive of his makeshift family and his belongings, he tends to show a rather spoiled and childish side of himself with pouty and cutesy mannerisms that end up with him being teased as very girlish (and to little surprise, sees him ending up dressed like a girl at one point). A little on the hyper side , he views most things more playfully than he probably should along with saying things that he probably shouldn't. One of his biggest goals is to attract his first girl ... so he can suck her blood. Unless his makeshift family is messed with and then he takes things seriously. He's not half as juvenile as he acts and does care about the welfare of others. Even if they're human.
Sample Post:
Ugh, it stinks. I can feel it up my nose, all gooey and rotting together into a big pile of stench. Don't look at me like that! You're part of that smell and you're lucky I'm not going to be sick right on you~
Don't get so close! Being closer makes the smell worse, that's just common sense. I know zombies don't have a lot of brain power but common sense has nothing to do with intelligence! We may both be dead but you're the decomposing sort of dead so that means you stink! Just ... go ahead, lead the way to camp and I'll follow behind. And when we get there I'll help rescue all the girls trapped here and you can finally go rest in peace, rotting away with the rest of the swamp. You can sleep down there and maybe I can get a reward! Heh, they'll really appreciate it when I get them out of here, won't they? I bet I can get one or two of them to let me bite their neck -- ah, that would be the best! No, you wouldn't get the brains! I only want a little warm blood -- that wouldn't kill them, but taking their brains definitely would!
Anyway, you're going to be long in the ground and deader than dead when they offer me fresh blood in gratitude. See, once all the girls are gone, no one will be left to terrify in camp and you can sink to the bottom of the swamp and let whatever is down there take care of ... your green dangling bits. 'Not everyone will be gone.' That doesn't -- what do you mean this isn't a girls' only camp? No, I didn't read the brochure, you were supposed to tell me everything I needed to know. Is that it? Let me see! 'Boys and girls and species of undetermined sex are all welcomed at Camp Fuck You Die ...'
Boys ... that's not fair! Why did you make me dress like a schoolgirl if boys are here too? My regular clothes would have been fine. You didn't have to take my measurements and you didn't even take them right because the skirt is too short. I can complain all I want about the length of it! If I bend over you can see my butt so I want my clothes back. Hey, don't look under it, it's cold enough without you doing that! It doesn't matter if you think I'm a girl, I'm definitely a boy and I want my pants.
So what if Marcy has a soft spot for a girl in uniform? I can do -- well, fine, if she has a large part in the running of this camp, I'll keep wearing it if it's a distraction. It might make my job freeing everyone around here easier -- but keep my pants nearby because when I leave I"ll want them back. Now lead the way to Marcy. To free everyone, I'll throw myself into her good graces and find her weak point!
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Character: "Alpha"
Series: Up
Age: Unknown; is an adult dog, but not full grown
MILD SPOILERS WILL BE IN THE APP
Canon: Look up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a… flying house? Up is the story of an old man named Carl Fredricksen, who faces being forced to move from his home to a retirement facility. Rather than do that, he decides to fly his house to Paradise Falls in South America and fulfill his late wife's dream of overlooking the falls, without realizing that he's taken off with a kid named Russell stuck on his porch. Once in South America, Carl runs into his childhood hero, Charles F. Muntz, and his pack of talking dogs.
"Alpha" is the leader of Muntz's pack of dogs. As leader of the dog pack, Alpha has a serious attitude to make sure that pack's orders are carried out faithfully and go according to plan. He is not above anything to ensure that the plans do not go awry. To Alpha, the orders are what count, and everything else is just last place. Because of the special collar that Alpha wears that allows him to talk, he has a very roundabout manner of speaking that makes his sentences longer than what is needed, giving a sort of "Bablefish" translation of dog-speak.
NOTE: Alpha is not his name, but his rank in the pack, no other name is used to address him. Due to a malfunction with his collar, his voice changes from a resonating bass to a voice that sounds as though he inhaled helium.
Sample Post:
Calling Dug. Calling master. This is Alp-- Can you tell the whereabouts of your location?
No response. This is most especially ridiculous.
I may no longer be the Alpha of the pack, but that very well does not mean that the new master should favor him over me. I am just as capable as Dug, if not even more so. I should have been chosen to perform the special mission that the master had decided to give to him. It appears that while performing this mission, Dug has gotten himself lost, along with the small human, causing the master to be going after them. Now the master is lost as well. This would have never happened had I have been chosen for the mission beforehand. It is up to me now to make sure that all of them manage to find their way back home again.
I am now in the area in which they have gone. I do not see how they could have gotten lost in here, but I suppose that things are quite not what they appear to be here. I am quite sure that with my tracking abilities I can find them. All it would take is for me to find their scent and track them to their current location. Now it is only a matter of time before I ca-- SQUIRREL!
. . .There are far too many scents in the area and I can not tell their scent apart from all the others. This is going to be harder than I had earlier anticipated. I see a group of smelly humans in the distance. They should be able to tell me where I can find those whom I am looking for, even if they appear to be falling apart where they stand.
Excuse me, everyone, but I am loo-- do not laugh. I fail to see the humor in the pitch of my voice. The matter of what my voice sounds like should not be of any concern to all of you. You think that I have any control over what my voice sounds like? If I did, do you honestly expect to believe that I would willingly choose to speak with a voice like this? Do you not understand that which I am saying? My voice is not the issue of which you should be concerned with. What matters is the issue that which I am about to tell you. . .
. . .I do not understand why you would wish to call me Alvin, but I do not sing. Even if I did, I would not do a little dance for you. And I would especially not make a little love tonight. There is no room for love in the plan right now.
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Character: Stephanie Brown/Batgirl
Series: DC Comics
Age: 18
Canon: In Gotham, crime rules the streets. The only thing standing in the way of complete anarchy is an overworked police force and a bunch of kevlar-wearing guys with stupendous amounts of money. Stephanie Brown ... is not one of these people. She has neither a penis nor a trust fund, but a lot of determination, gymnastics training and a desire to clean the streets up so that no little girls had to live with a criminal father like she had to. However, this is Goddamn Gotham, centre of grim grittiness, and so Stephanie had to take a break via way of near death experiences, coma and being taken to Africa to rehabilitate.
A year after all this, Stephanie's back on the streets with a new costume, having taken on the title of Batgirl but still remaining the optimistic, determined girl passionate about making life in Gotham a better place. She's quick with the quip and a batarang, providing sarcastic commentary and comebacks to both her foes and the original Batgirl, who is directing her efforts ... and also witnessing everyone comment on her lack of boobage. Thanks, guys. She's picked up combat skills around the place and is very good at thinking quickly on her feet. Of course, when you have a habit of leaping first and looking never, thinking quickly is a handy skill to have. She's dedicated her life to being a beacon of hope to people, and if punching bad guys in the face or kicking them in the groin is the way to make Gothamites proud of her city, by golly she's going to do it and enjoy every minute of it! Now, if only she could balance crimefighting with her classes at Gotham University...
Note for the application: "O" is what Steph calls Oracle, aka original Batgirl aka Barbara Gordon.
Sample Entry:
I'm Stephanie Brown. I like shopping sales, catching reruns of Saved by the Bell (it's a guilty pleasure!) and breaking the rules. And right now, I'm breaking the biggest rule of all. I'm skipping class to go rescue someone. Lots of someones! That has to get me serious brownies. But after the whole "almost dying and going to Africa" fiasco, mom put her foot down and said no more. I can see her point, I really can. But there's more important things, like ... uh ... rescuing people from summer camp? You'd think that it was a fate worse than death! Socializing with other kids, making lanyards ... yep, definitely hell. But O said to go and here I am, infiltrating ... wow, Camp Fuck You Die? Seriously? Those must be fun letters back home to mom and dad. Any sign that says "Happiest Place on Earth" automatically means hellhole of misery. It's a fact of life, like how "democratic" means oppressive nutjob in charge. Believe me, I know all about oppressive nutjobs. And now I've checked out the place some, I can tell you that I am so right about the doom and despair of this place. So much weirdness. I just hope we got a truck outside for it all, let alone ways to get all the campers out.
Now. Zombies. You'd think I'd be a little afraid of them. You'd be wrong. I'm from Gotham. We see weirder stuff like this before breakfast. Being familiar with fighting monsters is practically a graduation requirement at Gotham's few high schools that weren't burned down, ransacked and so on and so on. These guys? They're just pathetic. Although, I gotta say, the cracks about my chest are not called for. Zombies going "braaaaiiiins", I'm okay with. Zombies trying to recruit me by going "boooooobs" is just tacky. And not to mention ew. There's only thing that's allowed to touch my chest like that: my sports bra. Which also doesn't smell of rotting body. I told him to take his hands off and ... you can see where this is going. Though, if anyone wants me to give them a hand I've got two handy, which is always good to know.
You know what else is good to know? Jingles. You know, those songs in ads that get stuck in your head and then you start singing them in front of your crush and he thinks you're completely nuts and -- you know, let's just move right past that. What else are they good for? Telepathic toucans. I have them singing in chorus now! Go me! Put a bit of tinsel on them, clean them up a bit and we have our new Christmas carolers. I could teach them Silent Night, because they definitely have the whole no-talking thing worked out. Unlike me, who hasn't shut up once. I never thought that that course O made me do about thinking one thing and saying another would be helpful. I mean, when am I ever going to meet a telepath, right? I can be gracious. I admit I was wrong. But this doing two things at once would be easier if I just had an iPod in this batsuit. I need something to listen to that isn't Deck the Halls with Grisly Entrails. That is getting old real fast. At least, before the toucans got Christmas cheer, they managed to give me some information about where the control system for the barrier's hidden. A deathtrap suspended over a volcano with biometric sensors? Whatever. I'm not just Stephanie Brown, freshman. I'm also Batgirl, and I have this situation under control. Volcanic gas? Not a problem! I'll just press the sensor button on my wrist and --
-- oh my God, you feathered freaks, shut up! It's a mistake that could happen to anyone. Who puts the gas filter switch in the same place as the jet packs, anyway? Great. Now I have tree hair.
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Character: Baralai
Series: Final Fantasy X-2
Character Age: 20
Canon: Final Fantasy X and X-2 centers around a world, Spira, that had shunned technological advancement due to a devastating war 1,000 years ago. It nearly destroyed Spira and allowed the religion of Yevon to take over. According to Yevon, a giant whale-like creature, subtly called Sin, is the punishment for having relied too much on machina in the past. However, Yevon hypocritically kept and used hidden machina of their own. Every ten years a Summoner and one of their guardians must sacrifice themselves to defeat Sin, bringing a temporary time of peace, the Calm, only for Sin to be reborn. Dissatisfied with this cycle, Summoner Yuna and her guardians decided to deviate from the teachings of Yevon and found a way to permanently defeat Sin, bringing an Eternal Calm. Yet, with threat of Sin gone, Spira continued to face turbulence over political issues, with New Yevon being one of the parties responsible for the divisions still in Spira.
Though he is one of the leaders of New Yevon, Baralai appears to be the polar opposite of the image Yevon had; he lacks the pomp his predecessors have been known for and is charming, friendly, and open-minded. He generally keeps under people's radars and prefers to placate instead of provoke, but, it isn't beyond Baralai to get his hands dirty or joke around with his friends, so there is more to him than what he displays on the surface. Currently, Baralai works to disband New Yevon so the people of Spira can focus on a future not tied down by the past.
Sample Post:
Whew. Undead who aren't vying for power. This camp may grow on me yet. So they congest the Mess Hall on Tuesdays, but as long as those certain ingredients continue to be used and everyone gets a serving, there's no harm in sharing. Sure, the majority of their features and limbs are absent, but it's not as if zombies are overly threatening. Definitely a step up from the undead I'm used to. Camp's a surprisingly big place with enough room for all kinds of residents.
That being said, I must offer my sincerest apologies, Director, for I doubt I'd be able to find a solution to the zombie infestation, even with the experience I have in this area. Negotiating with zombies isn't exactly my field of expertise, either - the difference between the undead I'm familiar with and the animated corpses here is quite noticeable. You'll have to try to take my word on it. The biggest complication is our inability to communicate. For example, if I suggested to settle the matter with a game where the zombies were given the opportunity to guess what number I was thinking of - between one and ten - I'm sure they would all guess "brains" even after the first, second, third, tenth, and fortieth zombie answered incorrectly.
Perhaps a solution worth exploring would be to have a separate serving area for the zombies? It shouldn't be overly difficult to construct a stand in a less-crowded location. And, while I'm sure campers and counselors would appreciate your consideration, forcing anyone into labor to serve the zombies their meals probably isn't the kind of attention they desire. Granted, it would prove difficult to leave the organization to the zombies, but perhaps, if enough people were moved by their groaning presence, they would volunteer to lend a hand, out of the goodness of their hearts. It's always more meaningful to allow people to give or volunteer of their own free will. Ah. I don't mean their limbs, hearts, or brains. An unnecessary sacrifice, considering the abundance of dismembered limbs already existing in camp. I'm sure there would be an abundance of brains, as well, if the zombies weren't so keen on them, which returns us to the head of this problem.
The gnawing question is whether or not the zombies single-minded goal of eating brains is a genuine nuisance. If anything, they ensure there will be no leftovers - which I heard was appreciated during what is known to some as the holiday seasons.
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Character Name: Mitsume
Character Age: Teenagerish
Series: The Demon Ororon / Akuma no Ororon
Canon: Some people inherit awesome things from their parents like fabulous amounts of wealth or houseboats. Chiaki Saionji inherits being a halfbreed angel-human mix that should never have happened and Ororon inherits a crazy family powered by coup d'etats and all of Hell. An improbable and doomed pairing, they fall in love, live together and aspire to the quiet domestic life. Fate, as well as God, Ororon's several power-hungry siblings, demons, ghouls and bounty hunters, disagree.
Mitsume is one of those bounty hunters, and he's one of the best around. He's also a bit of a special kind of cookie. Due to various life experiences, such as being blamed for a plague, exiled, and having had his arm and two fingers cut off, Mitsume has a rather cold perspective. He's pragmatic, casual and purposeless: He kills because it's a source of income and he's good at it - he says he doesn't know how to do anything else. All of these traits, while great for survival, are not the best for making friends. You could say that Mitsume isn't a trust and friendship person; rather, he's the exact opposite. He's distrustful of others, independent and brave to the point of probable insanity. Mitsume also indulges in the occasional shot of haterade and can descend quite easily into abrasive grumpiness.
Sample Post:
Hold up, hold up. I didn't agree to any of this. You can't just go and make someone leader of something, 'specially if they didn't want to be. 'Specially something this retarded. Gangrene or Otherwise Afflicted Things Stand Emboldened is the stupidest name for an organization I have ever heard. What the hell does it even mean? Equal rights for the limbless or some shit? Whatever. I'm not gonna take any part in this, you've got the wrong guy for the job. Get one of your own to play lead freak and leave me out of it.
I said I wasn't gonna do it, and saying "one of us" over and over isn't gonna change that. I don't give a shit about you, or this place. I don't care about your organization with its stupid name that you can't even pronounce, and I really don't care what you want. But you're in the way and all your carrying on is giving me a headache, so shut up and stop your moaning. Now your jaw's fallen off and you know what? You deserved that.
First, if you all have just got gangrene then I'm the King of Hell. If you all believe that then you should get your eyes checked. 'Cos you'd be dead wrong. ... getting rid of the E to make it GOATS doesn't help. It makes even less sense - Whatever. The point is... I don't really care. Probably no one else does either. Just get rid of that stupid name.
Second, what's the point of all this? Do you even have a reason? You want equal rights, so what. If you're not going to do anything about it you might as well get out of the way. Waving your arms around like that is just stupid. Waving someone else's arms around like that is even more stupid. So is taking each other's legs. If that's all you've got to stand on and you've got to count on someone else lending you a hand... And - hey, cut that out! What the hell?! I didn't say anything about giving me a hand!
You know what? Screw you guys, I'm outta here.
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Character: Seto Ageha
Series: RH Plus (drama)
Character Age: 16
Canon: Four vampires -- a good-looking century old head-of-the-household, a university student with an eye for the ladies, and two high school freshmen -- form a pseudo-family and live in the mansion known as Eternal Moon Manor. Impervious to of the classic vampire deterrents like sunlight and garlic, they pretend to be humans during the day. At night they take on missions and fight crime! Cheesy antics and dark pasts abound as they take on murderers and fellow rogue vampires! Following a correct diet, the vampires of RH Plus do seem to be able to go long periods of time (possibly over a month or longer) without consumption of blood though they do have a free night where they're allowed to feast upon a willing person as long as they can find one and don't kill them. Though all of them do have a fondness for tomato juice.
'Adopted' at a young age by the head-of-the-household, Ageha is one of the high school students living in the mansion. He has an ability to smell people and things -- generally blood -- that no other vampire in the series has an ability to match. Possessive of his makeshift family and his belongings, he tends to show a rather spoiled and childish side of himself with pouty and cutesy mannerisms that end up with him being teased as very girlish (and to little surprise, sees him ending up dressed like a girl at one point). A little on the hyper side , he views most things more playfully than he probably should along with saying things that he probably shouldn't. One of his biggest goals is to attract his first girl ... so he can suck her blood. Unless his makeshift family is messed with and then he takes things seriously. He's not half as juvenile as he acts and does care about the welfare of others. Even if they're human.
Sample Post:
Ugh, it stinks. I can feel it up my nose, all gooey and rotting together into a big pile of stench. Don't look at me like that! You're part of that smell and you're lucky I'm not going to be sick right on you~
Don't get so close! Being closer makes the smell worse, that's just common sense. I know zombies don't have a lot of brain power but common sense has nothing to do with intelligence! We may both be dead but you're the decomposing sort of dead so that means you stink! Just ... go ahead, lead the way to camp and I'll follow behind. And when we get there I'll help rescue all the girls trapped here and you can finally go rest in peace, rotting away with the rest of the swamp. You can sleep down there and maybe I can get a reward! Heh, they'll really appreciate it when I get them out of here, won't they? I bet I can get one or two of them to let me bite their neck -- ah, that would be the best! No, you wouldn't get the brains! I only want a little warm blood -- that wouldn't kill them, but taking their brains definitely would!
Anyway, you're going to be long in the ground and deader than dead when they offer me fresh blood in gratitude. See, once all the girls are gone, no one will be left to terrify in camp and you can sink to the bottom of the swamp and let whatever is down there take care of ... your green dangling bits. 'Not everyone will be gone.' That doesn't -- what do you mean this isn't a girls' only camp? No, I didn't read the brochure, you were supposed to tell me everything I needed to know. Is that it? Let me see! 'Boys and girls and species of undetermined sex are all welcomed at Camp Fuck You Die ...'
Boys ... that's not fair! Why did you make me dress like a schoolgirl if boys are here too? My regular clothes would have been fine. You didn't have to take my measurements and you didn't even take them right because the skirt is too short. I can complain all I want about the length of it! If I bend over you can see my butt so I want my clothes back. Hey, don't look under it, it's cold enough without you doing that! It doesn't matter if you think I'm a girl, I'm definitely a boy and I want my pants.
So what if Marcy has a soft spot for a girl in uniform? I can do -- well, fine, if she has a large part in the running of this camp, I'll keep wearing it if it's a distraction. It might make my job freeing everyone around here easier -- but keep my pants nearby because when I leave I"ll want them back. Now lead the way to Marcy. To free everyone, I'll throw myself into her good graces and find her weak point!
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Character: "Alpha"
Series: Up
Age: Unknown; is an adult dog, but not full grown
MILD SPOILERS WILL BE IN THE APP
Canon: Look up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a… flying house? Up is the story of an old man named Carl Fredricksen, who faces being forced to move from his home to a retirement facility. Rather than do that, he decides to fly his house to Paradise Falls in South America and fulfill his late wife's dream of overlooking the falls, without realizing that he's taken off with a kid named Russell stuck on his porch. Once in South America, Carl runs into his childhood hero, Charles F. Muntz, and his pack of talking dogs.
"Alpha" is the leader of Muntz's pack of dogs. As leader of the dog pack, Alpha has a serious attitude to make sure that pack's orders are carried out faithfully and go according to plan. He is not above anything to ensure that the plans do not go awry. To Alpha, the orders are what count, and everything else is just last place. Because of the special collar that Alpha wears that allows him to talk, he has a very roundabout manner of speaking that makes his sentences longer than what is needed, giving a sort of "Bablefish" translation of dog-speak.
NOTE: Alpha is not his name, but his rank in the pack, no other name is used to address him. Due to a malfunction with his collar, his voice changes from a resonating bass to a voice that sounds as though he inhaled helium.
Sample Post:
Calling Dug. Calling master. This is Alp-- Can you tell the whereabouts of your location?
No response. This is most especially ridiculous.
I may no longer be the Alpha of the pack, but that very well does not mean that the new master should favor him over me. I am just as capable as Dug, if not even more so. I should have been chosen to perform the special mission that the master had decided to give to him. It appears that while performing this mission, Dug has gotten himself lost, along with the small human, causing the master to be going after them. Now the master is lost as well. This would have never happened had I have been chosen for the mission beforehand. It is up to me now to make sure that all of them manage to find their way back home again.
I am now in the area in which they have gone. I do not see how they could have gotten lost in here, but I suppose that things are quite not what they appear to be here. I am quite sure that with my tracking abilities I can find them. All it would take is for me to find their scent and track them to their current location. Now it is only a matter of time before I ca-- SQUIRREL!
. . .There are far too many scents in the area and I can not tell their scent apart from all the others. This is going to be harder than I had earlier anticipated. I see a group of smelly humans in the distance. They should be able to tell me where I can find those whom I am looking for, even if they appear to be falling apart where they stand.
Excuse me, everyone, but I am loo-- do not laugh. I fail to see the humor in the pitch of my voice. The matter of what my voice sounds like should not be of any concern to all of you. You think that I have any control over what my voice sounds like? If I did, do you honestly expect to believe that I would willingly choose to speak with a voice like this? Do you not understand that which I am saying? My voice is not the issue of which you should be concerned with. What matters is the issue that which I am about to tell you. . .
. . .I do not understand why you would wish to call me Alvin, but I do not sing. Even if I did, I would not do a little dance for you. And I would especially not make a little love tonight. There is no room for love in the plan right now.
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Character: Stephanie Brown/Batgirl
Series: DC Comics
Age: 18
Canon: In Gotham, crime rules the streets. The only thing standing in the way of complete anarchy is an overworked police force and a bunch of kevlar-wearing guys with stupendous amounts of money. Stephanie Brown ... is not one of these people. She has neither a penis nor a trust fund, but a lot of determination, gymnastics training and a desire to clean the streets up so that no little girls had to live with a criminal father like she had to. However, this is Goddamn Gotham, centre of grim grittiness, and so Stephanie had to take a break via way of near death experiences, coma and being taken to Africa to rehabilitate.
A year after all this, Stephanie's back on the streets with a new costume, having taken on the title of Batgirl but still remaining the optimistic, determined girl passionate about making life in Gotham a better place. She's quick with the quip and a batarang, providing sarcastic commentary and comebacks to both her foes and the original Batgirl, who is directing her efforts ... and also witnessing everyone comment on her lack of boobage. Thanks, guys. She's picked up combat skills around the place and is very good at thinking quickly on her feet. Of course, when you have a habit of leaping first and looking never, thinking quickly is a handy skill to have. She's dedicated her life to being a beacon of hope to people, and if punching bad guys in the face or kicking them in the groin is the way to make Gothamites proud of her city, by golly she's going to do it and enjoy every minute of it! Now, if only she could balance crimefighting with her classes at Gotham University...
Note for the application: "O" is what Steph calls Oracle, aka original Batgirl aka Barbara Gordon.
Sample Entry:
I'm Stephanie Brown. I like shopping sales, catching reruns of Saved by the Bell (it's a guilty pleasure!) and breaking the rules. And right now, I'm breaking the biggest rule of all. I'm skipping class to go rescue someone. Lots of someones! That has to get me serious brownies. But after the whole "almost dying and going to Africa" fiasco, mom put her foot down and said no more. I can see her point, I really can. But there's more important things, like ... uh ... rescuing people from summer camp? You'd think that it was a fate worse than death! Socializing with other kids, making lanyards ... yep, definitely hell. But O said to go and here I am, infiltrating ... wow, Camp Fuck You Die? Seriously? Those must be fun letters back home to mom and dad. Any sign that says "Happiest Place on Earth" automatically means hellhole of misery. It's a fact of life, like how "democratic" means oppressive nutjob in charge. Believe me, I know all about oppressive nutjobs. And now I've checked out the place some, I can tell you that I am so right about the doom and despair of this place. So much weirdness. I just hope we got a truck outside for it all, let alone ways to get all the campers out.
Now. Zombies. You'd think I'd be a little afraid of them. You'd be wrong. I'm from Gotham. We see weirder stuff like this before breakfast. Being familiar with fighting monsters is practically a graduation requirement at Gotham's few high schools that weren't burned down, ransacked and so on and so on. These guys? They're just pathetic. Although, I gotta say, the cracks about my chest are not called for. Zombies going "braaaaiiiins", I'm okay with. Zombies trying to recruit me by going "boooooobs" is just tacky. And not to mention ew. There's only thing that's allowed to touch my chest like that: my sports bra. Which also doesn't smell of rotting body. I told him to take his hands off and ... you can see where this is going. Though, if anyone wants me to give them a hand I've got two handy, which is always good to know.
You know what else is good to know? Jingles. You know, those songs in ads that get stuck in your head and then you start singing them in front of your crush and he thinks you're completely nuts and -- you know, let's just move right past that. What else are they good for? Telepathic toucans. I have them singing in chorus now! Go me! Put a bit of tinsel on them, clean them up a bit and we have our new Christmas carolers. I could teach them Silent Night, because they definitely have the whole no-talking thing worked out. Unlike me, who hasn't shut up once. I never thought that that course O made me do about thinking one thing and saying another would be helpful. I mean, when am I ever going to meet a telepath, right? I can be gracious. I admit I was wrong. But this doing two things at once would be easier if I just had an iPod in this batsuit. I need something to listen to that isn't Deck the Halls with Grisly Entrails. That is getting old real fast. At least, before the toucans got Christmas cheer, they managed to give me some information about where the control system for the barrier's hidden. A deathtrap suspended over a volcano with biometric sensors? Whatever. I'm not just Stephanie Brown, freshman. I'm also Batgirl, and I have this situation under control. Volcanic gas? Not a problem! I'll just press the sensor button on my wrist and --
-- oh my God, you feathered freaks, shut up! It's a mistake that could happen to anyone. Who puts the gas filter switch in the same place as the jet packs, anyway? Great. Now I have tree hair.
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Character: Baralai
Series: Final Fantasy X-2
Character Age: 20
Canon: Final Fantasy X and X-2 centers around a world, Spira, that had shunned technological advancement due to a devastating war 1,000 years ago. It nearly destroyed Spira and allowed the religion of Yevon to take over. According to Yevon, a giant whale-like creature, subtly called Sin, is the punishment for having relied too much on machina in the past. However, Yevon hypocritically kept and used hidden machina of their own. Every ten years a Summoner and one of their guardians must sacrifice themselves to defeat Sin, bringing a temporary time of peace, the Calm, only for Sin to be reborn. Dissatisfied with this cycle, Summoner Yuna and her guardians decided to deviate from the teachings of Yevon and found a way to permanently defeat Sin, bringing an Eternal Calm. Yet, with threat of Sin gone, Spira continued to face turbulence over political issues, with New Yevon being one of the parties responsible for the divisions still in Spira.
Though he is one of the leaders of New Yevon, Baralai appears to be the polar opposite of the image Yevon had; he lacks the pomp his predecessors have been known for and is charming, friendly, and open-minded. He generally keeps under people's radars and prefers to placate instead of provoke, but, it isn't beyond Baralai to get his hands dirty or joke around with his friends, so there is more to him than what he displays on the surface. Currently, Baralai works to disband New Yevon so the people of Spira can focus on a future not tied down by the past.
Sample Post:
Whew. Undead who aren't vying for power. This camp may grow on me yet. So they congest the Mess Hall on Tuesdays, but as long as those certain ingredients continue to be used and everyone gets a serving, there's no harm in sharing. Sure, the majority of their features and limbs are absent, but it's not as if zombies are overly threatening. Definitely a step up from the undead I'm used to. Camp's a surprisingly big place with enough room for all kinds of residents.
That being said, I must offer my sincerest apologies, Director, for I doubt I'd be able to find a solution to the zombie infestation, even with the experience I have in this area. Negotiating with zombies isn't exactly my field of expertise, either - the difference between the undead I'm familiar with and the animated corpses here is quite noticeable. You'll have to try to take my word on it. The biggest complication is our inability to communicate. For example, if I suggested to settle the matter with a game where the zombies were given the opportunity to guess what number I was thinking of - between one and ten - I'm sure they would all guess "brains" even after the first, second, third, tenth, and fortieth zombie answered incorrectly.
Perhaps a solution worth exploring would be to have a separate serving area for the zombies? It shouldn't be overly difficult to construct a stand in a less-crowded location. And, while I'm sure campers and counselors would appreciate your consideration, forcing anyone into labor to serve the zombies their meals probably isn't the kind of attention they desire. Granted, it would prove difficult to leave the organization to the zombies, but perhaps, if enough people were moved by their groaning presence, they would volunteer to lend a hand, out of the goodness of their hearts. It's always more meaningful to allow people to give or volunteer of their own free will. Ah. I don't mean their limbs, hearts, or brains. An unnecessary sacrifice, considering the abundance of dismembered limbs already existing in camp. I'm sure there would be an abundance of brains, as well, if the zombies weren't so keen on them, which returns us to the head of this problem.
The gnawing question is whether or not the zombies single-minded goal of eating brains is a genuine nuisance. If anything, they ensure there will be no leftovers - which I heard was appreciated during what is known to some as the holiday seasons.
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