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Character: Kurosaki Ichigo
Series: Bleach
Character Age: 15
Canon: Kurosaki Ichigo is the wonderfully irritable, scowling super-powered main character. Originally only capable of seeing/talking/touching ghosts-- and not particularly liking it, because they wouldn't leave him alone-- upon his fateful meeting with a bitchy shinigami/god of death by the name of Rukia, he himself became a shinigami. By stealing her powers. Not on purpose, but he still stole them. And then he's off into the wonderful world of adventure, mayhem, and a touch of psychopathy. And betrayers. What's a shonen manga without betrayal?
Ichigo is, at the heart of it all, a good person, despite his rough exterior and constant scowling. Due to the natural color of his hair-- orange/blonde-- he's been stereotyped all his life as a troublemaker; and many wanna-be-troublemakers targeted him for it. He's very stubborn, going so far as to ignore the fact that the girl he's trying to rescue doesn't want to be rescued. He also highly values his family, believing the safety and happiness of his sisters ((and yes, even his crackpot of a father)) comes above all else. Friendship, too, is very important to him.
You ever have one of those days where you just wish your dad hadn't jumped you bright and early, because it's just that bad of a day? No? You're in luck! Because I have, and I'm all about sharing.
There is nothing quite as delightful as waking up in order to beat your own father. Then seeing the bright smile of a friend who's entire involvement in your life has consisted of death and peril. That smile never means anything good.
No, Ichigo, she says, you're wallowing in self-pity again. You have to get rid of it. Why don't you try out this special shinigami training camp? Dammit, Rukia, this isn't a "shinigami training camp". It's a fucking eyesore of a pit of dead... things! Last time I ever listen to her.
How the hell can anyone miss all these damn spirits? They won't shut the hell up and leave me alone. No! The moment they see me, they want to prattle on about how much death sucks, because they're trapped here, watching their bodies eat people.
No. Really. I didn't get that from the other seven hundred ghosts screeching in my ears. Would you all just shut the fuck up, already?!
The fuck was she thinking? Is she trying to punish me for saving her goddamned life?
Poll So?
Character: Ion Fortuna
Series: Trinity Blood
Character Age: Unknown. He appears to be in his early teens.
Canon: Ion is a delegate for the Methuselah Empire, a group of allied vampire states, trying to bring peace between the "Terran", (human), states represented by the Vatican and "Methuselah", (vampire), states. Despite his involvement in the peace process he dislikes Terrans with a passion and views them with great distrust. However he his fiercely loyal to those he deems as worthy, (Set me on fire and tried to kill me? Not a problem! I know you only meant it in a friendly way). Despite his size and strength if you annoy you him will hear about ad. inifitum, he his king of the temper tantrum and whine bar none. And though from this it may not sound like it he's mostly pretty easy going and doesn't hold grudges lightly.
Today's lesson: Never trust a priest with a map.
I told you so! I didn't want to start an international incident over a wrong turning, but I should have known when the tree to sand ratio dropped below many/none. We did not land in an oasis! This is a forest! This is not Memphis! This not even the right, wrong Memphis! You'd think I'd know if we had fruit that did that.
I have now lost the rest of the delegation. Woe. Some big black pulsing slimy thing attacked my leg while we trying to, as Father Iquis would put it, "Reconnoitre the area". Or rather Abel was trying to work out which way up the map should have been. I tried to bat off the creature but it wouldn't let go and I quite possibly by some turn in the effort of my struggles lost them. That is to say the group, not the thing unfortunately. In the end I had to... I had to bite it to get it off. I know, I know, "Don't bite things you find on the ground, might be a Terran". But, it wouldn't let go. However the taste alone made me pass out, so it can be considered some kind of karmic lesson learnt.
When I woke up I seemed to have been to transported to what appears to be an internment camp for the emotionally damaged. I realise that as humans you may struggle with such things and can offer you my sympathy, however to shortass that tried to assault me, enunciate! There is a difference between "This is CAMP! Fuck you, die!" and "This is Camp-Fuck-You-Die!". I hope this is not setting a tone.
PS. I would also like to request, as a visiting head of state, a cabin of my own until this situation can be resolved. As far as I understand it would be useless to try and say I would eat other camp members if you do not. Instead given the atmosphere here I will say I *refuse* to eat any of them until this is fixed. (I will also consider this as you refusing to cater to my dietary requirements).
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Character: Gale
Series: Digital Devil Saga (http://dds.yosuga.net/)
Character Age: Unspecified, but appears 20.
Canon: Welcome to the Junkyard, a land of stone fortresses,
barren wasteland, and constant rain. A land with no children, no trees, no
sun. A land where five emotionless Tribes fight and kill each other, to
reach the paradise called Nirvana where they will be granted all they
desire. Pretty straightforward!
Then, of course, Weird Shit Happens, Everything Changes. In DDS, the weird
shit comes in the form of a strange light that blasts through the Tribes,
leaving them with Atma: symbols on their bodies that force them to transform
into vicious, cannibalistic demons. It also gradually unlocks their
emotions, memories and humanity. Add in a Mysterious Powerful Amnesiac
Girl, and your game is go!
Gale is the hooded, assault-rifle-packin’ strategist of the Embryon Tribe.
While extremely intelligent, he remains an emotional blank far longer than
other characters. His standard response to whatever doesn’t fit in with his
cold, impassive and long-winded logic-or any concept unknown in the
Junkyard-is ‘I do not comprehend.’ For example, he responds to “She’s just
pissed because her girlfriend got killed,” with “I do not comprehend. What
is…’pissed’? ‘Her girlfriend?’” Gale-with-emotions doesn’t do this as much,
but makes up for it with an INCREDIBLY dry sense of humor, protectiveness
towards those he deems ‘comrades,’ and a deep respect for honor that
sometimes leads to rantage.
Oh, and his demon form is Vayu. Vayu eviscerates enemies with its feet,
twirls like a ballerina, and hacks up useful objects after it homphgomphs
someone. It’s quite endearing, really. ♥
(note: Gale is being taken from the end of the first game, when he has
gained but not fully grasped emotions, and has left the
Junkyard.)
Nirvana is…not at all what I expected.
There are strange things here-I see little that resembles the Junkyard.
Instead of Tribe fortresses, I am surrounded by these ‘trees.’ Trees.
I must remember that concept, and find a way to divert their
attention from my clothing when time allows. And the ‘lake.’ I was not
aware water was so threatening when accumulated, even discounting its
inhabitants.
After making as thorough a search as possible, I must conclude that my
comrades and I have been separated, perhaps widely scattered. Therefore,
they must be located. In order to do this, I will attempt to offer my
services to the various Tribes competing for territory in this area, and
request assistance in return.
The larger Violet Tribe seems more open to an alliance, even if the language
they speak is hard to decipher. However, ‘come to mama’ sounds far less
hostile than the Cadaver Tribe’s constant demand for brains, which is not a
price I am willing to pay for crossing their territory. It is an
encouraging sign. What is this feeling of…uneasiness? I do
not comprehend.
I have not encountered a Tribe that negotiated its treaties by tactile
communication before. In fact, my earlier assumptions may have been-I do
not believe so much contact is neccesa-please do not touch the hood-
If you persist, I shall consider this a declaration that negotiations are
dropped, and respond with according force.
…
No demon has ever been particularly appetizing, but the ones here taste
absolutely terrible.
Clearly, the plan to arrange a treaty is futile, and I must devise a new
plan. At this time, however, a strategic retreat is the most logical course
of action.
…I did not expect to find such an unusual settlement here, in the middle of
these ‘trees.’ It does not make any sense. If, as it appears, the demon
Tribes are hostile towards the inhabitants, then why are there no defenses?
Perhaps, if this Tribe can withstand demons without possessing Atma
of their own, then they are a more plausible source of help. It carries a
certain risk, but there are few available alternatives.
But what is…‘Fuck’? A ‘summer camp’?
I do not comprehend.
Poll So?
Character: Kuroba Kaito AKA Kaitou Kid
Series: Detective Conan/Case Closed and Magic Kaitou
CharacterAge: 17
Canon: Kaito's basically your typical Japanese high school 17 year old that's also a world-reknown thief known as Kaitou Kid. To maintain his innocent air, Kaito makes himself to be the class clown who plays tricks and pranks and obsesses over magic like no tomorrow who is also deathly afraid of fish. In addition, he's got a best-friend-not-girlfriend-who-also-happens-to-be-the-police-inspector's-daughter, a half-British detective who likes to accuse him of being Kid but not having the proof to cuff him (which we all know he secretly wants to do), and a witch that can make any man swoon before her except for Kuroba Kaito which only makes her try all the harder to get him.
But no one said that being a teenager and a phantom thief would be easy. As it is, Kaito has to continuously de-bunk everyone's suspicions of him being Kid while conducting heists and searching for a gem known as Pandora at the same time. Still, he goes on about his life with a smile on his face as he was taught by his father (the previous Kaitou Kid). "Good or bad, no matter what hand you've gotten--always remember Poker Face."
...all right. So. I can admit that I've done and seen a lot of crazy and weird things in my life. For instance--somehow getting a robotic double which I had to destroy by tricking it into shooting itself--rest in peace, Robot-san; having a witch try to seduce me all because I didn't take her chocolate on Valentine's?; crossdressing in midair...okay, that one has no excuse, it was just an interesting experience.
...now that I think about it, no, this little...eh...experience isn't all that weird--except for the living dead part. And the swamp water...which is everywhere...guuuuh...
But it is inconvenient for me. I really don't have time to be playing Summer Camp of Hell. I was in the middle of a heist and got abducted! ...which makes no sense to me, but that's all I can think of that could have happened since I don't even remember getting to the goods. See, there's a point to answering a challenge. You're supposed to beat the other guy, not have the other guy--or maybe some third party?--get you between entering the building and knicking the objects up for grabs.
And you're not supposed to wake up face to face with Grinning-Because-I-Have-No-Skin-On-My-Lower-Face-san. Ooooh...and you definitely don't laugh at him because you think Inspector Nakamori's finally gotten a sense of humor and decided to play the prank for once, thereby resulting in you trying to take the mask off of the inspector (not the other way 'round for once) but having the thing's entire face pulled right off of his skull. And you really should not take off running away from the now-established zombie--who I will fondly call Sushi from now on--only to find yourself falling right in a large p-puddle...
...geeeeh...falling i-into a c-c-creek thing...where there's f-fi-fis--swimming things.
B-but--enough about the water! And experience that will haunt me for ages--Why are there always fish?! Luckily, I've gotten away from Sushi and his posse--and there was a lot of them, let me tell you--and the...things...in the water--and now I've found civilization! ...or something resembling that.
I'm a wet, traumatized, very confused thief that needs a bit of help and warmth...some drier clothes would be nice, too...something not see-through is most welcomed at this point. Sometimes I wonder why I wear the white...
Poll So?
Character: Kaylee Frye
Series: Firefly/Serenity
Character Age: 20 (not given in canon)
Canon: Firefly is a show involving Chinese-profanity slinging space pirate cowboys, potentially Evil goverment orgainizations, good crime, and snappy Joss Whedon dialogue. Life in this 'verse varies from the opulance and technological luxury of the Core planets to the hard, Old-West-like life on the Rim. Currently, the planets are controlled by the Alliance, though the war for unification is not that distant a memory.
Kaywinnit Lee Frye, known to her friends as Kaylee, is a happy, eternally optimistic girl with a gift for machinery. She is the mechanic for Serenity, Malcolm Reynolds' well-worn space ship. Though Kaylee has never had any formal training, she knows most engines inside and out, can build complex machinery practically from spare parts, and keeps Serenity running even when she can't get the parts she needs. She is a genuinely sweet, caring person, though this is not to say that she's naive. Under the engine grease, Kaylee is a woman as well as a mechanic, and if she has any real angst, it's that sometimes the male members of the crew forget it. She's up-front about sex and isn't afraid to speak her mind or tell other people that they're being stupid. Unlike most of the crew, Kaylee is not good with weapons or violence, and the crew generally prefers to protect her from the unavoidable unpleasantness that comes up in their line of work. They treat her as a mei-mei, or little sister.
PS- Jayne is mentioned with Certified Jayne!mun Permission (TM).
Err, hello? Anyone around? Guess I got turned about on my way back to the docks. Happens sometimes in these backwaters. Reckon there must be someone else, as these woods are full enough of machine bits n' pieces an' those folk over there don't look like their fingers are stuck on well enough to be usin' 'em. Swear I saw the man-bits fall off one of 'em, but that's too disgusting to think on. 'S one thing to be only half a man, but that's jus' disheartenin'. Wonder if that happens often. That'd make some of the nicer things a bit difficult, but I reckon I could set 'em up with somethin' battery powered.
B'tween those folk and all the growlin' things out here, I reckoned it'd be best to build myself some protection. With what I had in my bag and what I found, there was enough to make a lil' gadget to 'lectrify some barb wire here and make a shelter with it. Makes a peculiar noise, but it's keepin' the creepy-crawlies out. ...In a manner of speakin'. 'Cept also seems to be bringin' 'em roundabout closer. All sortsa strange things. Little furballs and teensy tiny...people? What kinda place is this, having tiny lil' people? Smaller'n kittens, even. An' that's a mite unexpected, right there. Didn't know you could rightly do it that way.
Hey now, that'll give you a nasty shock, lil' person! Stop hurtin' the furry thing. Ain't nice. Fine, you won' stop pokin' it with that pin of a sword, I'll bring them in here. It'll be more comfy with soft things to sit with anyway.
You know, that one little person looks a lot like a tiny lil' Jayne. Ain't you cute, lil' Jayne?
Hey! Don' you try and shoot the fuzzy thing through the fence! No no no! If'n I didn' know better, I'd say it was Jayne. See, I tol' you so. Now stop touchin'! It ain't gonna hurt less the second time...
Poll So?
Character: Fuji Syuusuke
Series: Prince of Tennis
Character Age: 15 - 16, in years passed, but a leap-year baby!
Canon: Fuji Syuusuke is the prodigy of Seigaku Tennis club. His eyes are almost always closed, and he is pretty much constantly smiling, but underneath his calm expression Fuji is cunning, dangerous, and sadistic. This isn't to say the boy is evil, but he takes pleasure in seeing his team-members having to down Inui's drinks, or end up in embarrassing or confusing situations. He actually enjoys Inui's concoctions-- only one of them has ever proved to have an effect on him.
He wouldn't, however, harm his teammates or any of his friends or family-- in fact, he is extremely protective of his friends and his younger brother, Yuuta. His special techniques (tennis!11) are his infamous "counters", which are usually considered unreturnable shots. He's defeated many players, one of note being St. Rudolph's Mizuki, but Fuji to this day claims he can't recall quite who he is, to the annoyance of said boy (though many have a sneaking suspicion that Fuji's memory is just fine). To conclude, there's a lot of speculation on his actual personality, but mostly, he's a smart teenage boy who isn't fazed by almost anything, has a taste for humiliating people, sadistic tendencies, but is a good friend to all of the people he gets to know well and cares about. [note: Mizuki-mun's permission was asked to have him in this app!]
Ah, this is certainly interesting! I can't say that I was expecting to end up somewhere like this when sent to a tennis training camp for a week.
It did seem sort of strange to have that boy I beat from Yuuta-kun's team-- the one in the purple and the flowers, what was his name again?-- show up on my doorstep and offer me a trip to America to train for nationals already paid for, but he informed me that Yuuta-kun had suggested he give it to me, so I accepted. I invited him-- Miyuki? Miroku?-- in for some tea, but he sort of made this strange noise and said he had to go wash his hair. Ah, now that I think about it, it did have some twigs in it!
Of course, I asked Tezuka-kun if he thought it would be alright for me to take time off to go, and he said that this was where Inui-kun had disappeared to the last few weeks! I almost regretted leaving, seeing as the team would be lacking someone to provide them with proper encouragement (Inui-kun had been kind enough to leave me with a refrigerator full of mixes for the team!) and that wouldn't be a good idea, but Eiji agreed to take over my job! I certainly hope Eiji won't neglect his duties-- if I return to find Oishi without as much improvement as the rest of the team, I may have to do something about it. ♥
When I arrived at the airport, there was a bus waiting to pick up campers! It was odd-- I was the only one on it, but I was a day early, so it was to be expected! It was good to see that this facility is for equal opportunity employment-- the woman driving the bus had a bit of a skin condition, but she seemed nice enough!
It was quite a walk through the forest to get to the tennis courts, but the scenery was rather pretty, compared to Tokyo! I'm glad I brought my camera, though I wasn't quite expecting to have so many interesting things to take pictures of. I also found an adorable cactus-- it looks as though it has eyes and a mouth! It only bit me once, so I believe I'll keep it. I wasn't able to bring my collection from home, after all, and it would be sad to not have one or two around! Maybe I'll be able to take it home with me-- it's chewing on my finger rather forlornly.
I've dropped my things here for now, but I was wondering if anyone could direct me to the cabins? I would think that they might be a bit more, ah, attached to the ground! The gravity on this particular court seems to be a bit lacking, and my tennis equipment appears to be floating off! ♥
My name is Fuji Syuusuke. I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you!
Poll So?
Character: Francescu Gargamel
Series: Hitherby Dragons: Unclean Legacy
Character Age: 20
Canon: In another time and another place, a man named Montechristian Gargamel captured one hundred blue essentials and changed them to gold; from that day forward, his power was limitless. He bound the Devil between five peaks and dispensed terrible destinies and powers as though they were the most trivial of gifts, all due to the power of his hundred little gold men.
...yes, this is based on the Smurfs.
Montechristien took to wife the Lady Yseult Saruman and had by her seven children, each an awesome prodigy in his or her own way. Francescu is the second product of that union, a deathless sorceror with power second only to Montechristien himself. He has turned his back on good and evil, preferring instead to live a life free from fear and pain and sorrow; yet though he is reluctant to disrupt his comfortable existence, he is still kind, in an absent way, and wise beyond his years. A tiny devil and a tiny angel sit on his shoulders always and advise him, though it is often difficult to tell which is good and which is evil.
The events which have brought me to this place bear some consideration.
It was two weeks ago that I received the Director's first missive. Nine shining spirits presented themselves before my home, paying me overexaggerated courtesies, and rendered to me a golden casket in which was a letter beseeching my aid. "Of the seven children of Montechristien Gargamel," it read,"you are among the mightiest, and if you assist me in a simple task I will grant you rewards beyond imagining." To this message I made no reply, for I long ago chose to lead an untroubled life, and to abjure the concerns of men.
It was seven days ago when I received the second missive, borne by three great apes of violet hue who leered unpleasantly as they presented a tattered note. "Of the seven children of Montechristien Gargamel," it read, "you are among the mightiest, but if you do not aid me I will visit upon you such miseries as even your father cannot conceive." To this message I made no reply, save that because the messengers had rudely invaded my home and performed obscenities with my raisin pudding, I shattered their bodies and consigned their souls to ash.
Two days ago I was awakened by the abrupt arrival of the third missive, tied to a stone and hurled through my bedroom window. When I recovered myself, I saw that it read, "Twice I have abjured you, Francescu Gargamel, once with sweet words and once with threats, and now with my sister's power I will take you regardless of your consent. You shall not leave Camp Fuck You Die until you have solved the mystery of my fiance's murder, in which you are a suspect." As I contemplated this message and consulted with my angel and devil, their horrified expressions alerted me to something amiss, but before I could turn to confront the intrusion I was abruptly rendered unconscious by a more accurately-aimed projectile.
I awoke to find several types of vegetation taking liberties with my person; as this is not terribly unusual for the wildlife around my father's castle, I was not immediately concerned. When I had disposed of their attentions, however, I discovered myself in this unfamiliar wood. According to the brochure I discovered in the pocket of my cloak, I have indeed been transported to "Camp Fuck You Die," and it seems that my sorcery will not avail me in returning to my comfortable home.
How very unfortunate.
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Character: Kurosaki Ichigo
Series: Bleach
Character Age: 15
Canon: Kurosaki Ichigo is the wonderfully irritable, scowling super-powered main character. Originally only capable of seeing/talking/touching ghosts-- and not particularly liking it, because they wouldn't leave him alone-- upon his fateful meeting with a bitchy shinigami/god of death by the name of Rukia, he himself became a shinigami. By stealing her powers. Not on purpose, but he still stole them. And then he's off into the wonderful world of adventure, mayhem, and a touch of psychopathy. And betrayers. What's a shonen manga without betrayal?
Ichigo is, at the heart of it all, a good person, despite his rough exterior and constant scowling. Due to the natural color of his hair-- orange/blonde-- he's been stereotyped all his life as a troublemaker; and many wanna-be-troublemakers targeted him for it. He's very stubborn, going so far as to ignore the fact that the girl he's trying to rescue doesn't want to be rescued. He also highly values his family, believing the safety and happiness of his sisters ((and yes, even his crackpot of a father)) comes above all else. Friendship, too, is very important to him.
You ever have one of those days where you just wish your dad hadn't jumped you bright and early, because it's just that bad of a day? No? You're in luck! Because I have, and I'm all about sharing.
There is nothing quite as delightful as waking up in order to beat your own father. Then seeing the bright smile of a friend who's entire involvement in your life has consisted of death and peril. That smile never means anything good.
No, Ichigo, she says, you're wallowing in self-pity again. You have to get rid of it. Why don't you try out this special shinigami training camp? Dammit, Rukia, this isn't a "shinigami training camp". It's a fucking eyesore of a pit of dead... things! Last time I ever listen to her.
How the hell can anyone miss all these damn spirits? They won't shut the hell up and leave me alone. No! The moment they see me, they want to prattle on about how much death sucks, because they're trapped here, watching their bodies eat people.
No. Really. I didn't get that from the other seven hundred ghosts screeching in my ears. Would you all just shut the fuck up, already?!
The fuck was she thinking? Is she trying to punish me for saving her goddamned life?
Poll So?
Character: Ion Fortuna
Series: Trinity Blood
Character Age: Unknown. He appears to be in his early teens.
Canon: Ion is a delegate for the Methuselah Empire, a group of allied vampire states, trying to bring peace between the "Terran", (human), states represented by the Vatican and "Methuselah", (vampire), states. Despite his involvement in the peace process he dislikes Terrans with a passion and views them with great distrust. However he his fiercely loyal to those he deems as worthy, (Set me on fire and tried to kill me? Not a problem! I know you only meant it in a friendly way). Despite his size and strength if you annoy you him will hear about ad. inifitum, he his king of the temper tantrum and whine bar none. And though from this it may not sound like it he's mostly pretty easy going and doesn't hold grudges lightly.
Today's lesson: Never trust a priest with a map.
I told you so! I didn't want to start an international incident over a wrong turning, but I should have known when the tree to sand ratio dropped below many/none. We did not land in an oasis! This is a forest! This is not Memphis! This not even the right, wrong Memphis! You'd think I'd know if we had fruit that did that.
I have now lost the rest of the delegation. Woe. Some big black pulsing slimy thing attacked my leg while we trying to, as Father Iquis would put it, "Reconnoitre the area". Or rather Abel was trying to work out which way up the map should have been. I tried to bat off the creature but it wouldn't let go and I quite possibly by some turn in the effort of my struggles lost them. That is to say the group, not the thing unfortunately. In the end I had to... I had to bite it to get it off. I know, I know, "Don't bite things you find on the ground, might be a Terran". But, it wouldn't let go. However the taste alone made me pass out, so it can be considered some kind of karmic lesson learnt.
When I woke up I seemed to have been to transported to what appears to be an internment camp for the emotionally damaged. I realise that as humans you may struggle with such things and can offer you my sympathy, however to shortass that tried to assault me, enunciate! There is a difference between "This is CAMP! Fuck you, die!" and "This is Camp-Fuck-You-Die!". I hope this is not setting a tone.
PS. I would also like to request, as a visiting head of state, a cabin of my own until this situation can be resolved. As far as I understand it would be useless to try and say I would eat other camp members if you do not. Instead given the atmosphere here I will say I *refuse* to eat any of them until this is fixed. (I will also consider this as you refusing to cater to my dietary requirements).
Poll So?
Character: Gale
Series: Digital Devil Saga (http://dds.yosuga.net/)
Character Age: Unspecified, but appears 20.
Canon: Welcome to the Junkyard, a land of stone fortresses,
barren wasteland, and constant rain. A land with no children, no trees, no
sun. A land where five emotionless Tribes fight and kill each other, to
reach the paradise called Nirvana where they will be granted all they
desire. Pretty straightforward!
Then, of course, Weird Shit Happens, Everything Changes. In DDS, the weird
shit comes in the form of a strange light that blasts through the Tribes,
leaving them with Atma: symbols on their bodies that force them to transform
into vicious, cannibalistic demons. It also gradually unlocks their
emotions, memories and humanity. Add in a Mysterious Powerful Amnesiac
Girl, and your game is go!
Gale is the hooded, assault-rifle-packin’ strategist of the Embryon Tribe.
While extremely intelligent, he remains an emotional blank far longer than
other characters. His standard response to whatever doesn’t fit in with his
cold, impassive and long-winded logic-or any concept unknown in the
Junkyard-is ‘I do not comprehend.’ For example, he responds to “She’s just
pissed because her girlfriend got killed,” with “I do not comprehend. What
is…’pissed’? ‘Her girlfriend?’” Gale-with-emotions doesn’t do this as much,
but makes up for it with an INCREDIBLY dry sense of humor, protectiveness
towards those he deems ‘comrades,’ and a deep respect for honor that
sometimes leads to rantage.
Oh, and his demon form is Vayu. Vayu eviscerates enemies with its feet,
twirls like a ballerina, and hacks up useful objects after it homphgomphs
someone. It’s quite endearing, really. ♥
(note: Gale is being taken from the end of the first game, when he has
gained but not fully grasped emotions, and has left the
Junkyard.)
Nirvana is…not at all what I expected.
There are strange things here-I see little that resembles the Junkyard.
Instead of Tribe fortresses, I am surrounded by these ‘trees.’ Trees.
I must remember that concept, and find a way to divert their
attention from my clothing when time allows. And the ‘lake.’ I was not
aware water was so threatening when accumulated, even discounting its
inhabitants.
After making as thorough a search as possible, I must conclude that my
comrades and I have been separated, perhaps widely scattered. Therefore,
they must be located. In order to do this, I will attempt to offer my
services to the various Tribes competing for territory in this area, and
request assistance in return.
The larger Violet Tribe seems more open to an alliance, even if the language
they speak is hard to decipher. However, ‘come to mama’ sounds far less
hostile than the Cadaver Tribe’s constant demand for brains, which is not a
price I am willing to pay for crossing their territory. It is an
encouraging sign. What is this feeling of…uneasiness? I do
not comprehend.
I have not encountered a Tribe that negotiated its treaties by tactile
communication before. In fact, my earlier assumptions may have been-I do
not believe so much contact is neccesa-please do not touch the hood-
If you persist, I shall consider this a declaration that negotiations are
dropped, and respond with according force.
…
No demon has ever been particularly appetizing, but the ones here taste
absolutely terrible.
Clearly, the plan to arrange a treaty is futile, and I must devise a new
plan. At this time, however, a strategic retreat is the most logical course
of action.
…I did not expect to find such an unusual settlement here, in the middle of
these ‘trees.’ It does not make any sense. If, as it appears, the demon
Tribes are hostile towards the inhabitants, then why are there no defenses?
Perhaps, if this Tribe can withstand demons without possessing Atma
of their own, then they are a more plausible source of help. It carries a
certain risk, but there are few available alternatives.
But what is…‘Fuck’? A ‘summer camp’?
I do not comprehend.
Poll So?
Character: Kuroba Kaito AKA Kaitou Kid
Series: Detective Conan/Case Closed and Magic Kaitou
CharacterAge: 17
Canon: Kaito's basically your typical Japanese high school 17 year old that's also a world-reknown thief known as Kaitou Kid. To maintain his innocent air, Kaito makes himself to be the class clown who plays tricks and pranks and obsesses over magic like no tomorrow who is also deathly afraid of fish. In addition, he's got a best-friend-not-girlfriend-who-also-happens-to-be-the-police-inspector's-daughter, a half-British detective who likes to accuse him of being Kid but not having the proof to cuff him (which we all know he secretly wants to do), and a witch that can make any man swoon before her except for Kuroba Kaito which only makes her try all the harder to get him.
But no one said that being a teenager and a phantom thief would be easy. As it is, Kaito has to continuously de-bunk everyone's suspicions of him being Kid while conducting heists and searching for a gem known as Pandora at the same time. Still, he goes on about his life with a smile on his face as he was taught by his father (the previous Kaitou Kid). "Good or bad, no matter what hand you've gotten--always remember Poker Face."
...all right. So. I can admit that I've done and seen a lot of crazy and weird things in my life. For instance--somehow getting a robotic double which I had to destroy by tricking it into shooting itself--rest in peace, Robot-san; having a witch try to seduce me all because I didn't take her chocolate on Valentine's?; crossdressing in midair...okay, that one has no excuse, it was just an interesting experience.
...now that I think about it, no, this little...eh...experience isn't all that weird--except for the living dead part. And the swamp water...which is everywhere...guuuuh...
But it is inconvenient for me. I really don't have time to be playing Summer Camp of Hell. I was in the middle of a heist and got abducted! ...which makes no sense to me, but that's all I can think of that could have happened since I don't even remember getting to the goods. See, there's a point to answering a challenge. You're supposed to beat the other guy, not have the other guy--or maybe some third party?--get you between entering the building and knicking the objects up for grabs.
And you're not supposed to wake up face to face with Grinning-Because-I-Have-No-Skin-On-My-Lower-Face-san. Ooooh...and you definitely don't laugh at him because you think Inspector Nakamori's finally gotten a sense of humor and decided to play the prank for once, thereby resulting in you trying to take the mask off of the inspector (not the other way 'round for once) but having the thing's entire face pulled right off of his skull. And you really should not take off running away from the now-established zombie--who I will fondly call Sushi from now on--only to find yourself falling right in a large p-puddle...
...geeeeh...falling i-into a c-c-creek thing...where there's f-fi-fis--swimming things.
B-but--enough about the water! And experience that will haunt me for ages--Why are there always fish?! Luckily, I've gotten away from Sushi and his posse--and there was a lot of them, let me tell you--and the...things...in the water--and now I've found civilization! ...or something resembling that.
I'm a wet, traumatized, very confused thief that needs a bit of help and warmth...some drier clothes would be nice, too...something not see-through is most welcomed at this point. Sometimes I wonder why I wear the white...
Poll So?
Character: Kaylee Frye
Series: Firefly/Serenity
Character Age: 20 (not given in canon)
Canon: Firefly is a show involving Chinese-profanity slinging space pirate cowboys, potentially Evil goverment orgainizations, good crime, and snappy Joss Whedon dialogue. Life in this 'verse varies from the opulance and technological luxury of the Core planets to the hard, Old-West-like life on the Rim. Currently, the planets are controlled by the Alliance, though the war for unification is not that distant a memory.
Kaywinnit Lee Frye, known to her friends as Kaylee, is a happy, eternally optimistic girl with a gift for machinery. She is the mechanic for Serenity, Malcolm Reynolds' well-worn space ship. Though Kaylee has never had any formal training, she knows most engines inside and out, can build complex machinery practically from spare parts, and keeps Serenity running even when she can't get the parts she needs. She is a genuinely sweet, caring person, though this is not to say that she's naive. Under the engine grease, Kaylee is a woman as well as a mechanic, and if she has any real angst, it's that sometimes the male members of the crew forget it. She's up-front about sex and isn't afraid to speak her mind or tell other people that they're being stupid. Unlike most of the crew, Kaylee is not good with weapons or violence, and the crew generally prefers to protect her from the unavoidable unpleasantness that comes up in their line of work. They treat her as a mei-mei, or little sister.
PS- Jayne is mentioned with Certified Jayne!mun Permission (TM).
Err, hello? Anyone around? Guess I got turned about on my way back to the docks. Happens sometimes in these backwaters. Reckon there must be someone else, as these woods are full enough of machine bits n' pieces an' those folk over there don't look like their fingers are stuck on well enough to be usin' 'em. Swear I saw the man-bits fall off one of 'em, but that's too disgusting to think on. 'S one thing to be only half a man, but that's jus' disheartenin'. Wonder if that happens often. That'd make some of the nicer things a bit difficult, but I reckon I could set 'em up with somethin' battery powered.
B'tween those folk and all the growlin' things out here, I reckoned it'd be best to build myself some protection. With what I had in my bag and what I found, there was enough to make a lil' gadget to 'lectrify some barb wire here and make a shelter with it. Makes a peculiar noise, but it's keepin' the creepy-crawlies out. ...In a manner of speakin'. 'Cept also seems to be bringin' 'em roundabout closer. All sortsa strange things. Little furballs and teensy tiny...people? What kinda place is this, having tiny lil' people? Smaller'n kittens, even. An' that's a mite unexpected, right there. Didn't know you could rightly do it that way.
Hey now, that'll give you a nasty shock, lil' person! Stop hurtin' the furry thing. Ain't nice. Fine, you won' stop pokin' it with that pin of a sword, I'll bring them in here. It'll be more comfy with soft things to sit with anyway.
You know, that one little person looks a lot like a tiny lil' Jayne. Ain't you cute, lil' Jayne?
Hey! Don' you try and shoot the fuzzy thing through the fence! No no no! If'n I didn' know better, I'd say it was Jayne. See, I tol' you so. Now stop touchin'! It ain't gonna hurt less the second time...
Poll So?
Character: Fuji Syuusuke
Series: Prince of Tennis
Character Age: 15 - 16, in years passed, but a leap-year baby!
Canon: Fuji Syuusuke is the prodigy of Seigaku Tennis club. His eyes are almost always closed, and he is pretty much constantly smiling, but underneath his calm expression Fuji is cunning, dangerous, and sadistic. This isn't to say the boy is evil, but he takes pleasure in seeing his team-members having to down Inui's drinks, or end up in embarrassing or confusing situations. He actually enjoys Inui's concoctions-- only one of them has ever proved to have an effect on him.
He wouldn't, however, harm his teammates or any of his friends or family-- in fact, he is extremely protective of his friends and his younger brother, Yuuta. His special techniques (tennis!11) are his infamous "counters", which are usually considered unreturnable shots. He's defeated many players, one of note being St. Rudolph's Mizuki, but Fuji to this day claims he can't recall quite who he is, to the annoyance of said boy (though many have a sneaking suspicion that Fuji's memory is just fine). To conclude, there's a lot of speculation on his actual personality, but mostly, he's a smart teenage boy who isn't fazed by almost anything, has a taste for humiliating people, sadistic tendencies, but is a good friend to all of the people he gets to know well and cares about. [note: Mizuki-mun's permission was asked to have him in this app!]
Ah, this is certainly interesting! I can't say that I was expecting to end up somewhere like this when sent to a tennis training camp for a week.
It did seem sort of strange to have that boy I beat from Yuuta-kun's team-- the one in the purple and the flowers, what was his name again?-- show up on my doorstep and offer me a trip to America to train for nationals already paid for, but he informed me that Yuuta-kun had suggested he give it to me, so I accepted. I invited him-- Miyuki? Miroku?-- in for some tea, but he sort of made this strange noise and said he had to go wash his hair. Ah, now that I think about it, it did have some twigs in it!
Of course, I asked Tezuka-kun if he thought it would be alright for me to take time off to go, and he said that this was where Inui-kun had disappeared to the last few weeks! I almost regretted leaving, seeing as the team would be lacking someone to provide them with proper encouragement (Inui-kun had been kind enough to leave me with a refrigerator full of mixes for the team!) and that wouldn't be a good idea, but Eiji agreed to take over my job! I certainly hope Eiji won't neglect his duties-- if I return to find Oishi without as much improvement as the rest of the team, I may have to do something about it. ♥
When I arrived at the airport, there was a bus waiting to pick up campers! It was odd-- I was the only one on it, but I was a day early, so it was to be expected! It was good to see that this facility is for equal opportunity employment-- the woman driving the bus had a bit of a skin condition, but she seemed nice enough!
It was quite a walk through the forest to get to the tennis courts, but the scenery was rather pretty, compared to Tokyo! I'm glad I brought my camera, though I wasn't quite expecting to have so many interesting things to take pictures of. I also found an adorable cactus-- it looks as though it has eyes and a mouth! It only bit me once, so I believe I'll keep it. I wasn't able to bring my collection from home, after all, and it would be sad to not have one or two around! Maybe I'll be able to take it home with me-- it's chewing on my finger rather forlornly.
I've dropped my things here for now, but I was wondering if anyone could direct me to the cabins? I would think that they might be a bit more, ah, attached to the ground! The gravity on this particular court seems to be a bit lacking, and my tennis equipment appears to be floating off! ♥
My name is Fuji Syuusuke. I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you!
Poll So?
Character: Francescu Gargamel
Series: Hitherby Dragons: Unclean Legacy
Character Age: 20
Canon: In another time and another place, a man named Montechristian Gargamel captured one hundred blue essentials and changed them to gold; from that day forward, his power was limitless. He bound the Devil between five peaks and dispensed terrible destinies and powers as though they were the most trivial of gifts, all due to the power of his hundred little gold men.
...yes, this is based on the Smurfs.
Montechristien took to wife the Lady Yseult Saruman and had by her seven children, each an awesome prodigy in his or her own way. Francescu is the second product of that union, a deathless sorceror with power second only to Montechristien himself. He has turned his back on good and evil, preferring instead to live a life free from fear and pain and sorrow; yet though he is reluctant to disrupt his comfortable existence, he is still kind, in an absent way, and wise beyond his years. A tiny devil and a tiny angel sit on his shoulders always and advise him, though it is often difficult to tell which is good and which is evil.
The events which have brought me to this place bear some consideration.
It was two weeks ago that I received the Director's first missive. Nine shining spirits presented themselves before my home, paying me overexaggerated courtesies, and rendered to me a golden casket in which was a letter beseeching my aid. "Of the seven children of Montechristien Gargamel," it read,"you are among the mightiest, and if you assist me in a simple task I will grant you rewards beyond imagining." To this message I made no reply, for I long ago chose to lead an untroubled life, and to abjure the concerns of men.
It was seven days ago when I received the second missive, borne by three great apes of violet hue who leered unpleasantly as they presented a tattered note. "Of the seven children of Montechristien Gargamel," it read, "you are among the mightiest, but if you do not aid me I will visit upon you such miseries as even your father cannot conceive." To this message I made no reply, save that because the messengers had rudely invaded my home and performed obscenities with my raisin pudding, I shattered their bodies and consigned their souls to ash.
Two days ago I was awakened by the abrupt arrival of the third missive, tied to a stone and hurled through my bedroom window. When I recovered myself, I saw that it read, "Twice I have abjured you, Francescu Gargamel, once with sweet words and once with threats, and now with my sister's power I will take you regardless of your consent. You shall not leave Camp Fuck You Die until you have solved the mystery of my fiance's murder, in which you are a suspect." As I contemplated this message and consulted with my angel and devil, their horrified expressions alerted me to something amiss, but before I could turn to confront the intrusion I was abruptly rendered unconscious by a more accurately-aimed projectile.
I awoke to find several types of vegetation taking liberties with my person; as this is not terribly unusual for the wildlife around my father's castle, I was not immediately concerned. When I had disposed of their attentions, however, I discovered myself in this unfamiliar wood. According to the brochure I discovered in the pocket of my cloak, I have indeed been transported to "Camp Fuck You Die," and it seems that my sorcery will not avail me in returning to my comfortable home.
How very unfortunate.
Poll So?