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Character: Lightning (Claire) Farron
Series: Final Fantasy XIII.
Character Age: 21
Canon: Cocoon and Pulse . . . Two worlds governed by god-like creatures known as Fal'Cie and their ill-fated servants, L'Cie, Pulse and Cocoon are at war with each other. Floating in the sky, Cocoon is peaceful and prosperous while the world below, Pulse, is wild and savage. Driven by fear of one another, contact between the two worlds are unheard of. So, when a Fal'Cie hailing from Pulse is discovered on Cocoon, a purge is ordered for the entire city-No one can remain. For five people, not only are they ripped from their homes and families, they are chosen to become L'Cie by the very Pulse Fal'Cie that caused the purge. Given a mission that they don't even understand, they have to avoid soldiers and panick-stricken citizens alike while figuring out what options, if any, they really have for a future.
As a soldier, Lightning is focused, unrelenting, and dedicated to her mission. Efficient to a fault, she has little patience for wasted time or effort, even for other people, and she isn't afraid to say so. Snide and realistic, Lightning doesn't spare anyone with her words or fists, but she isn't without a softer side. While she is stubborn, often latching onto the wrong aim or goal, she isn't afraid to face the truth, ready to change her focus when she realizes her errors. Eventually, she admits to her fears and hopes as well as her desire and need for others to support her. Once she carves out her own path, Lightning is unstoppable, full of faith and confidence.
Sample Entry:
Summer camp, huh? So, that's what they're calling this cage. Makes everything run a lot smoother if no one realizes they’re a prisoner. Give it another name and it puts everyone at ease. That probably explains half of what goes on here-Put a few boys in dresses, turn some girls into kittens, and everyone starts to think no one is in charge. Not a bad idea. But it’s stopping here.
The “forces” here aren’t much. If they can even be called that. Shambling corpses and primates are easy to take care of. The guns they hand out are more dangerous to the user than the target, though. The Director isn't that reckless. And no one wants to fight back after taking a shot to the face. Still, it seems too easy, probably just a distraction. There has to be a stronger division hiding somewhere. No one stays put this long without a fight. And they’re right where the Director is, I bet.
Pinning everything on this camp means she's getting what she wants-Out of sight and out of mind. But someone is in charge. They planned this all out. Running this place to keep the people fed, happy, and weak. No one has to struggle. They've got the Mess Hall for food, and shelter is provided. Most they have to worry about is who they're sleeping with. A store, bar, and library . . . Everything they need without lifting a finger. And the jobs are a joke. Finding the Director alone isn't going to be enough. These people need to be mobilized. They need to wake up.
Someone needs to cut the leash she has on these people. She provides, cares for, and looks after everyone. It needs to stop. The Mess Hall, the cabins, the arts and crafts hut-Everything has to go. Once these people are angry, they’ll fight. Then, this place will go down with her. Alright, time for some demolition.
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Character: Hope Estheim.
Series: Final Fantasy XIII.
Age: 14.
Canon: While the people of Cocoon want for nothing, thanks to godlike beings called fal'Cie doing everything for them, the people are ruled by fear of the outside world and anything related to the outside world is purged. Their fear comes from a war from five hundred years ago, when the chosen champions of fal'Cie not part of Cocoon attacked without warning . . . so when Lightning Farron and four others find themselves chosen to destroy Cocoon as well, they decide to instead stab several gods in the face. However, their deicide has to be done under a strict timeframe, as they are slowly turning into monstrous abominations covered in crystals. Confused? So are they!
Initially, Hope copes with his new status by planning the murder of the person he believed killed his mother, but he later discards his hatred and replaces it with conviction and hope. After this development, he's wise enough to reason his way through the game's plot, and he is able to inspire the others with pep talks when necessary ... though he's still self-conscious enough to fall silent and squirm when his speeches are met with apathy or confusion. Being inspirational is new to Hope, after all, so learning when to speak and when not to is a work in progress. All that aside, Hope is a fairly normal teenaged boy: chattily conversational with a short temper, quick with a sarcastic comment, eager for approval, and fond of teasing pretty girls. Being the youngest (and shortest!) member of the party, Hope is protected somewhat from their trials by the others, but when he has to he can pull his weight and help save the day.
Sample entry:
Ow, stop screaming in my head, you stupid bird! I heard you the first time, so you can stop telling me what I'm supposed to do next. I just don't know if I can fight that monster over there with ... all the tentacles, even if it is to save all the sick people here from it. Can't you give me a bit more help here? All you said was that I had to use protection, and I don't know what that is supposed to mean. What am I protecting myself from? Is it poison? I could try to make myself immune to everything, but wouldn't it be easier if you just told me what I had to be careful of? I'm going to help you guys after all ... are you listening to me? I suppose I shouldn't expect too much patience from a bird, even a telepathic one, because they're always going to be a bit flighty and bird-brained. And of course that's when you start listening again, so you can blow me a mental raspberry and fly off. Just what I needed right now.
The worst part is that these are the most helpful monsters I've ever met. Everything else here thinks today is Chew On Hope Day, and is trying to chow down like there's no tomorrow. At least the ducklings earlier were weak, fire breathing aside, and went down pretty easy . . . but the problem with doing a good job is that you get given another one. The toucans are pretty adamant that I should fight this monster - though their comments about how I might not be tall enough to ride are really not called for - but just because they say I should do something doesn't mean that I should. Let's think about this first. I can see that those people down there are so sick that they just moan all the time, and that they keep getting turned into stuffed animals just by touching that monster's tentacles. They look really focused on doing it too, which is weird. Wouldn't you stop after finding out that you got turned into a stuffed tentacle monster the first time? I know I would! Now I have to find out what's going on.
Hey! Over here! Guys, if you can understand, listen to me. Guys? Wow, you didn't even turn around . . . hey, I can help you! I know that our chances aren't good, but they're not impossible, and if we work together we can beat this. Together, we can break the spell the monster has on you. You'd be free and you'd have thumbs and stuff! You'd like having thumbs and four fin . . .gers . . . um, sorry . . . you'd like having real fingers and not those floppy tentacles, right? You can do lots more with fingers and a thumb! If we work together, there's a chance we could win and you'd get to stay human, so we should take it! Part of being human is that we choose our fate and we don't let monsters choose it for us. We all have the power of humanity to choose our destiny, and we're all going to fight this fate! All you have to do is walk away from the monster! I believe in you!
. . . okay. That didn't work and I sounded really stupid going on about thumbs like that. At least I know that they weren't listening, because if they were, they'd be laughing at me. All right, I'll show them how it's done. I'll show them that it doesn't matter how many tentacles a monster has, so long as you have good, sturdy protection.
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Character: Vanille
Series: Final Fantasy XIII
Character Age: 19
Canon: Welcome to Cocoon, a floating hub of human activity. The people there go through their daily lives much as we do, except they have one terrible fear: the lower world of Pulse looming below them, said to be a constant threat to their way of life. Both Pulse and Cocoon are ruled by magical creatures called fal'Cie. These beings care, govern, and use humans to do their biding. Those who come in contact with a fal'Cie are branded with a specific marking on their body and turned to l'Cie, forced against their will to do the wishes of the fal'Cie and fulfill a vague task given to them called a "Focus." If they fail, they become monsters, but if they succeed they become crystal, and, according to the world's legends, "live forever."
A l’Cie chosen by one of the Pulse fal’Cie, Vanille is all smiles and laughter. Doing her best to be kind to everyone she meets, she ends up befriending various strangers because of her willingness to help others. Okay, she’s a bit of a crybaby, and sometimes a scaredy-cat, but she’s willing to lie to make sure people’s feelings are spared, even if it means she ends up shouldering the consequences on her lonesome. Ready for battle and willing to try anything from taking down a bear to pulling wool from unruly sheep, she’s a girl of nature, and often finds herself wandering to enjoy the sights and smells of the world around her. Despite her outward expressions, Vanille is a deeply internalized individual; her fear, guilt and worry are pushed deep down inside where no one can see. She’s stubborn enough to keep face and bring up party morale, even if she’s the only one trying. It’s all she can do to keep moving forward and finding another way to fulfill her, and everyone else’s, Focus. After all, we make miracles happen ourselves.
Sample Post:
I’ve looked at this place from every angle! Up, down, left, right--even from the middle of one of those corn fields. Ooh, but I still don't get the name! Camp … um, Fuck You Die? It looks just the opposite. I guess the appearances may be different from what I'm used to, but all I have to do is look around! Look, look! There's all different kinds of life in this place. That includes you. Don’t let anyone else tell you different. Then there's the fields and fields corn, and the gorillas, and the birds, and all the campers too. Oh, and Marcy, of course!
That was her name, right? The biiiig creature in the middle of the pond with all the tentacles. She looked a little intimidating, but then again, she could've just been in a sour mood when you told her how you felt about her. Things get that way sometimes, you know. Maybe she's just trying to work out something complicated, and goes on waving her tentacles around when she gets upset! But I wouldn't try approaching her again until she calms down. Sometimes girls need time to think through things on their own to make the decisions right for them. It was a very nice confession, I promise! It might have just caught her by surprise! Don’t worry, it’ll all work out for you. Think of it like a boost in self-confidence! That’s right, I think that you were very brave to announce your feelings like that. After what happened she'll have to take you up on your offer the next time she sees you! You're a handsome young … oh, um … what were you again? On second thought, nevermind! It can be your little secret!
Come on now, no more moping. You did your best, and you never know, she may even change her mind. How about we forget about it for now? That’s right, we’ll just deal with it later. Instead, we can peel silk off some corn, or make some necklaces at the arts and crafts hut. You know, or you could help me come up with a better name for this place! You live here too, so you need to pitch in. I already have a few ideas. I like the sound of “Camp Field You Live” much, much better. It covers everything! The two big parts of this place, the corn field part and living part. Maybe even something like “Camp Tentacles You Love”--oh no! I didn’t mean to remind you of Marcy. No no, turn that frown upside down! Let’s turn this place into “Camp Corn and Confidence”!
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Character: Sai
Series: Fragile Dreams: Farewell Ruins of the Moon
Character Age: never explicitly stated, however looks to be in her late teens~early twenties
Canon: Welcome to the world of Fragile Dreams, a post-apocalyptic wasteland filled with cats, zombie dogs, and ghosts (but mostly cats). You play as fifteen-year-old Seto, a boy who finds himself alone after his sole companion--an old man who had taken care of him--passes away. With nothing else to do in this big-old world, Seto embarks on a journey to find other survivors. Luckily, he meets a silver-haired girl shortly after he begins his quest, and later focuses on meeting her again. Armed with his trusty flashlight and weapons bought from a scary guy in a chicken suit, Seto winds up doing a lot more than just meeting one girl.
Sai--not silver-haired and definitely not a survivor (hint: she’s a ghost)-- is Seto’s most prevalent companion during his small journey of craziness. Her favourite past-times include floating around Seto, making light-hearted comments, and disappearing at the first sight of danger. Playful, spunky and kind, Sai is, surprisingly, actually a bit of a maternal figure. She’s honest and straightforward, so her opinion on your Very Bad Idea will not go unheard. However, Sai understands when people are determined to do something, and she won’t hesitate to help her friends when it comes down to it. She's pretty casual, and no, she won't stop teasing you. Pretty upbeat for a dead girl.
Sample Post:
Summer camp in a farm, huh? Guess I can give these people some points for originality, though everyone here seems kind of confused. First, I wouldn't really call this a camp. Still, you're teaching the kids imagination and all, so I can probably let that slide. The representation of the dead is kind of off, though. I can tell you that, well, dead people don't look like that. Even if being 'undead' is their excuse, they could put a little more effort into their afterlife. I should know, it's a personal experience. A ghost, see? Completely dead. And I'm not going on about brraaaaaaiins.
I can see where they're going with that first syllable, though. "Brrrr". Really, who thought something like this in the winter was a good idea? Another suggestion made by someone with questionable tastes, I suppose. You guys must've gotten real bored, considering all the normal summer camp activities need, well, summer and a camp. It's in the name, you know. Given your limited resources, I guess it's not surprising you've resorted to activities like "let's dye the gorillas purple", "launch tentacles at the unsuspecting people" and, last but definitely not least, "kidnapping".
There's a lot of things wrong with those hobbies. Especially with that last one, which I'm kiiiind of upset about. There are lots of different ways to make friends. Kidnapping? That’s not one of them. But, well… at least you’re honest. I can give you that much. I mean, you did name this place Camp that’s-not-a-very-nice-word You Die. With a name like that, there’s no way people won’t know what they’re getting into. You all mean business.
But, here’s a curveball for you. If I’m already dead, that kind of defeats the purpose of the “You Die” at the end of the name, right? I wouldn’t want to waste your time or anything, so just let me go already. After all… You wouldn't deny a girl who spent all that time critiquing your fine establishment a favor, would you?
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Character: Shiina
Series: Angel Beats!
Character Age: Mid-teens
Canon: Who said only James Bond gets to live twice? In Angel Beats!, you get to attend school in the great beyond for a second chance at life if your youth went unfulfilled. Or, rather, you get the chance to experience an everyday, average high school life before peacefully moving on. However, there is a group called the Afterlife Battlefront (also known as the SSS) that is composed of students who oppose God for the misgivings they endured in their lives.
Known as the strongest member of the SSS, Shiina is a seemingly imperturbable young woman of few words. During the battlefront’s meetings she prefers to stick close to the walls and remain silent, save for an occasional scoff of “How shallow-minded.” Typically, Shiina is a no-nonsense kind of girl who keeps her sentences brief and concise, and she’s not someone you want to cross. After all, her utmost confidence lies in her combat abilities. Even when she was surpassed by the battlefront’s newest member she couldn’t help but feel challenged. She may sound like the typical badass ninja girl so far, but Shiina possesses an extreme weakness for anything cute. Although she typically faces cute things with her usual severe expression, there are times when she'll drop her tough front and act, well, ridiculous. The girl’s jumped off a cliff to save a toy puppy and cleared a field of students just to retrieve a stuffed animal, for goodness’ sake That’s just how heads-over-heels she is for them. Shiina also has a special brand of idiocy; she’ll say dumb or trivial things with a straight face in her standard serious tone .
Sample Post:
Watch where you're going. Even gorillas should know how foolish it is to run with an armful of items... Wait. You probably know a good deal about this place. I need directions. Telling each barn apart from one another is a demanding task. Tell me, where should I go: this barn or that barn? Wherever you’re currently headed can wait.
...A puppy pen? I’ve changed my mind. I’ll tag along. Forget about the help I asked for--I can find the barn another time. No, I have no interest in the silo. Do you take me for a fool? Visiting puppies is not against the rules. Now stop with this sidetracking. What’s wrong with leading me to this pen? Fulfill my request. Do that and I won’t further question your defensive behavior.
Is this the place? It’s filthy. No matter. It won’t stop me from seeing... ...What did you do to these puppies? This one’s paw... this one’s ear... They’re undead! Could it be? Gorilla... the items you were carrying earlier. Among them I saw syringes. In that moment I thought nothing of it, but now it’s clear... you are the one responsible for this. And you don’t deny it. How dare you... How dare you do this to these puppies...!
More gorillas? You all must be his accomplices. Hmph. If you think I'll let go of what you did, you're wrong. Don't bother acting clueless now. It was you who turned helpless puppies into zombies, wasn't it? The poor things... Instead of begging me for a dog treat, they will beg for brains. Instead of begging me for a head pat, they will beg for brains. And instead of begging me for a walk, they will only ever beg for brains! What's more, I don’t have any brains to give them. Nothing is more shameful than what you’ve done to these puppies. Once I'm through here I'll present them with the brains of your fallen. Not a single one of you will be forgiven!
As anticipated. Not a single one remains standing. But what's this--a stray gorilla? You've arrived too late. I've already defeated your comrades... and yet, knowing this you continue to shake a banana at me. You honestly believe you can take me on?
How shallow-minded.
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Character: Lightning (Claire) Farron
Series: Final Fantasy XIII.
Character Age: 21
Canon: Cocoon and Pulse . . . Two worlds governed by god-like creatures known as Fal'Cie and their ill-fated servants, L'Cie, Pulse and Cocoon are at war with each other. Floating in the sky, Cocoon is peaceful and prosperous while the world below, Pulse, is wild and savage. Driven by fear of one another, contact between the two worlds are unheard of. So, when a Fal'Cie hailing from Pulse is discovered on Cocoon, a purge is ordered for the entire city-No one can remain. For five people, not only are they ripped from their homes and families, they are chosen to become L'Cie by the very Pulse Fal'Cie that caused the purge. Given a mission that they don't even understand, they have to avoid soldiers and panick-stricken citizens alike while figuring out what options, if any, they really have for a future.
As a soldier, Lightning is focused, unrelenting, and dedicated to her mission. Efficient to a fault, she has little patience for wasted time or effort, even for other people, and she isn't afraid to say so. Snide and realistic, Lightning doesn't spare anyone with her words or fists, but she isn't without a softer side. While she is stubborn, often latching onto the wrong aim or goal, she isn't afraid to face the truth, ready to change her focus when she realizes her errors. Eventually, she admits to her fears and hopes as well as her desire and need for others to support her. Once she carves out her own path, Lightning is unstoppable, full of faith and confidence.
Sample Entry:
Summer camp, huh? So, that's what they're calling this cage. Makes everything run a lot smoother if no one realizes they’re a prisoner. Give it another name and it puts everyone at ease. That probably explains half of what goes on here-Put a few boys in dresses, turn some girls into kittens, and everyone starts to think no one is in charge. Not a bad idea. But it’s stopping here.
The “forces” here aren’t much. If they can even be called that. Shambling corpses and primates are easy to take care of. The guns they hand out are more dangerous to the user than the target, though. The Director isn't that reckless. And no one wants to fight back after taking a shot to the face. Still, it seems too easy, probably just a distraction. There has to be a stronger division hiding somewhere. No one stays put this long without a fight. And they’re right where the Director is, I bet.
Pinning everything on this camp means she's getting what she wants-Out of sight and out of mind. But someone is in charge. They planned this all out. Running this place to keep the people fed, happy, and weak. No one has to struggle. They've got the Mess Hall for food, and shelter is provided. Most they have to worry about is who they're sleeping with. A store, bar, and library . . . Everything they need without lifting a finger. And the jobs are a joke. Finding the Director alone isn't going to be enough. These people need to be mobilized. They need to wake up.
Someone needs to cut the leash she has on these people. She provides, cares for, and looks after everyone. It needs to stop. The Mess Hall, the cabins, the arts and crafts hut-Everything has to go. Once these people are angry, they’ll fight. Then, this place will go down with her. Alright, time for some demolition.
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Character: Hope Estheim.
Series: Final Fantasy XIII.
Age: 14.
Canon: While the people of Cocoon want for nothing, thanks to godlike beings called fal'Cie doing everything for them, the people are ruled by fear of the outside world and anything related to the outside world is purged. Their fear comes from a war from five hundred years ago, when the chosen champions of fal'Cie not part of Cocoon attacked without warning . . . so when Lightning Farron and four others find themselves chosen to destroy Cocoon as well, they decide to instead stab several gods in the face. However, their deicide has to be done under a strict timeframe, as they are slowly turning into monstrous abominations covered in crystals. Confused? So are they!
Initially, Hope copes with his new status by planning the murder of the person he believed killed his mother, but he later discards his hatred and replaces it with conviction and hope. After this development, he's wise enough to reason his way through the game's plot, and he is able to inspire the others with pep talks when necessary ... though he's still self-conscious enough to fall silent and squirm when his speeches are met with apathy or confusion. Being inspirational is new to Hope, after all, so learning when to speak and when not to is a work in progress. All that aside, Hope is a fairly normal teenaged boy: chattily conversational with a short temper, quick with a sarcastic comment, eager for approval, and fond of teasing pretty girls. Being the youngest (and shortest!) member of the party, Hope is protected somewhat from their trials by the others, but when he has to he can pull his weight and help save the day.
Sample entry:
Ow, stop screaming in my head, you stupid bird! I heard you the first time, so you can stop telling me what I'm supposed to do next. I just don't know if I can fight that monster over there with ... all the tentacles, even if it is to save all the sick people here from it. Can't you give me a bit more help here? All you said was that I had to use protection, and I don't know what that is supposed to mean. What am I protecting myself from? Is it poison? I could try to make myself immune to everything, but wouldn't it be easier if you just told me what I had to be careful of? I'm going to help you guys after all ... are you listening to me? I suppose I shouldn't expect too much patience from a bird, even a telepathic one, because they're always going to be a bit flighty and bird-brained. And of course that's when you start listening again, so you can blow me a mental raspberry and fly off. Just what I needed right now.
The worst part is that these are the most helpful monsters I've ever met. Everything else here thinks today is Chew On Hope Day, and is trying to chow down like there's no tomorrow. At least the ducklings earlier were weak, fire breathing aside, and went down pretty easy . . . but the problem with doing a good job is that you get given another one. The toucans are pretty adamant that I should fight this monster - though their comments about how I might not be tall enough to ride are really not called for - but just because they say I should do something doesn't mean that I should. Let's think about this first. I can see that those people down there are so sick that they just moan all the time, and that they keep getting turned into stuffed animals just by touching that monster's tentacles. They look really focused on doing it too, which is weird. Wouldn't you stop after finding out that you got turned into a stuffed tentacle monster the first time? I know I would! Now I have to find out what's going on.
Hey! Over here! Guys, if you can understand, listen to me. Guys? Wow, you didn't even turn around . . . hey, I can help you! I know that our chances aren't good, but they're not impossible, and if we work together we can beat this. Together, we can break the spell the monster has on you. You'd be free and you'd have thumbs and stuff! You'd like having thumbs and four fin . . .gers . . . um, sorry . . . you'd like having real fingers and not those floppy tentacles, right? You can do lots more with fingers and a thumb! If we work together, there's a chance we could win and you'd get to stay human, so we should take it! Part of being human is that we choose our fate and we don't let monsters choose it for us. We all have the power of humanity to choose our destiny, and we're all going to fight this fate! All you have to do is walk away from the monster! I believe in you!
. . . okay. That didn't work and I sounded really stupid going on about thumbs like that. At least I know that they weren't listening, because if they were, they'd be laughing at me. All right, I'll show them how it's done. I'll show them that it doesn't matter how many tentacles a monster has, so long as you have good, sturdy protection.
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Character: Vanille
Series: Final Fantasy XIII
Character Age: 19
Canon: Welcome to Cocoon, a floating hub of human activity. The people there go through their daily lives much as we do, except they have one terrible fear: the lower world of Pulse looming below them, said to be a constant threat to their way of life. Both Pulse and Cocoon are ruled by magical creatures called fal'Cie. These beings care, govern, and use humans to do their biding. Those who come in contact with a fal'Cie are branded with a specific marking on their body and turned to l'Cie, forced against their will to do the wishes of the fal'Cie and fulfill a vague task given to them called a "Focus." If they fail, they become monsters, but if they succeed they become crystal, and, according to the world's legends, "live forever."
A l’Cie chosen by one of the Pulse fal’Cie, Vanille is all smiles and laughter. Doing her best to be kind to everyone she meets, she ends up befriending various strangers because of her willingness to help others. Okay, she’s a bit of a crybaby, and sometimes a scaredy-cat, but she’s willing to lie to make sure people’s feelings are spared, even if it means she ends up shouldering the consequences on her lonesome. Ready for battle and willing to try anything from taking down a bear to pulling wool from unruly sheep, she’s a girl of nature, and often finds herself wandering to enjoy the sights and smells of the world around her. Despite her outward expressions, Vanille is a deeply internalized individual; her fear, guilt and worry are pushed deep down inside where no one can see. She’s stubborn enough to keep face and bring up party morale, even if she’s the only one trying. It’s all she can do to keep moving forward and finding another way to fulfill her, and everyone else’s, Focus. After all, we make miracles happen ourselves.
Sample Post:
I’ve looked at this place from every angle! Up, down, left, right--even from the middle of one of those corn fields. Ooh, but I still don't get the name! Camp … um, Fuck You Die? It looks just the opposite. I guess the appearances may be different from what I'm used to, but all I have to do is look around! Look, look! There's all different kinds of life in this place. That includes you. Don’t let anyone else tell you different. Then there's the fields and fields corn, and the gorillas, and the birds, and all the campers too. Oh, and Marcy, of course!
That was her name, right? The biiiig creature in the middle of the pond with all the tentacles. She looked a little intimidating, but then again, she could've just been in a sour mood when you told her how you felt about her. Things get that way sometimes, you know. Maybe she's just trying to work out something complicated, and goes on waving her tentacles around when she gets upset! But I wouldn't try approaching her again until she calms down. Sometimes girls need time to think through things on their own to make the decisions right for them. It was a very nice confession, I promise! It might have just caught her by surprise! Don’t worry, it’ll all work out for you. Think of it like a boost in self-confidence! That’s right, I think that you were very brave to announce your feelings like that. After what happened she'll have to take you up on your offer the next time she sees you! You're a handsome young … oh, um … what were you again? On second thought, nevermind! It can be your little secret!
Come on now, no more moping. You did your best, and you never know, she may even change her mind. How about we forget about it for now? That’s right, we’ll just deal with it later. Instead, we can peel silk off some corn, or make some necklaces at the arts and crafts hut. You know, or you could help me come up with a better name for this place! You live here too, so you need to pitch in. I already have a few ideas. I like the sound of “Camp Field You Live” much, much better. It covers everything! The two big parts of this place, the corn field part and living part. Maybe even something like “Camp Tentacles You Love”--oh no! I didn’t mean to remind you of Marcy. No no, turn that frown upside down! Let’s turn this place into “Camp Corn and Confidence”!
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Character: Sai
Series: Fragile Dreams: Farewell Ruins of the Moon
Character Age: never explicitly stated, however looks to be in her late teens~early twenties
Canon: Welcome to the world of Fragile Dreams, a post-apocalyptic wasteland filled with cats, zombie dogs, and ghosts (but mostly cats). You play as fifteen-year-old Seto, a boy who finds himself alone after his sole companion--an old man who had taken care of him--passes away. With nothing else to do in this big-old world, Seto embarks on a journey to find other survivors. Luckily, he meets a silver-haired girl shortly after he begins his quest, and later focuses on meeting her again. Armed with his trusty flashlight and weapons bought from a scary guy in a chicken suit, Seto winds up doing a lot more than just meeting one girl.
Sai--not silver-haired and definitely not a survivor (hint: she’s a ghost)-- is Seto’s most prevalent companion during his small journey of craziness. Her favourite past-times include floating around Seto, making light-hearted comments, and disappearing at the first sight of danger. Playful, spunky and kind, Sai is, surprisingly, actually a bit of a maternal figure. She’s honest and straightforward, so her opinion on your Very Bad Idea will not go unheard. However, Sai understands when people are determined to do something, and she won’t hesitate to help her friends when it comes down to it. She's pretty casual, and no, she won't stop teasing you. Pretty upbeat for a dead girl.
Sample Post:
Summer camp in a farm, huh? Guess I can give these people some points for originality, though everyone here seems kind of confused. First, I wouldn't really call this a camp. Still, you're teaching the kids imagination and all, so I can probably let that slide. The representation of the dead is kind of off, though. I can tell you that, well, dead people don't look like that. Even if being 'undead' is their excuse, they could put a little more effort into their afterlife. I should know, it's a personal experience. A ghost, see? Completely dead. And I'm not going on about brraaaaaaiins.
I can see where they're going with that first syllable, though. "Brrrr". Really, who thought something like this in the winter was a good idea? Another suggestion made by someone with questionable tastes, I suppose. You guys must've gotten real bored, considering all the normal summer camp activities need, well, summer and a camp. It's in the name, you know. Given your limited resources, I guess it's not surprising you've resorted to activities like "let's dye the gorillas purple", "launch tentacles at the unsuspecting people" and, last but definitely not least, "kidnapping".
There's a lot of things wrong with those hobbies. Especially with that last one, which I'm kiiiind of upset about. There are lots of different ways to make friends. Kidnapping? That’s not one of them. But, well… at least you’re honest. I can give you that much. I mean, you did name this place Camp that’s-not-a-very-nice-word You Die. With a name like that, there’s no way people won’t know what they’re getting into. You all mean business.
But, here’s a curveball for you. If I’m already dead, that kind of defeats the purpose of the “You Die” at the end of the name, right? I wouldn’t want to waste your time or anything, so just let me go already. After all… You wouldn't deny a girl who spent all that time critiquing your fine establishment a favor, would you?
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Character: Shiina
Series: Angel Beats!
Character Age: Mid-teens
Canon: Who said only James Bond gets to live twice? In Angel Beats!, you get to attend school in the great beyond for a second chance at life if your youth went unfulfilled. Or, rather, you get the chance to experience an everyday, average high school life before peacefully moving on. However, there is a group called the Afterlife Battlefront (also known as the SSS) that is composed of students who oppose God for the misgivings they endured in their lives.
Known as the strongest member of the SSS, Shiina is a seemingly imperturbable young woman of few words. During the battlefront’s meetings she prefers to stick close to the walls and remain silent, save for an occasional scoff of “How shallow-minded.” Typically, Shiina is a no-nonsense kind of girl who keeps her sentences brief and concise, and she’s not someone you want to cross. After all, her utmost confidence lies in her combat abilities. Even when she was surpassed by the battlefront’s newest member she couldn’t help but feel challenged. She may sound like the typical badass ninja girl so far, but Shiina possesses an extreme weakness for anything cute. Although she typically faces cute things with her usual severe expression, there are times when she'll drop her tough front and act, well, ridiculous. The girl’s jumped off a cliff to save a toy puppy and cleared a field of students just to retrieve a stuffed animal, for goodness’ sake That’s just how heads-over-heels she is for them. Shiina also has a special brand of idiocy; she’ll say dumb or trivial things with a straight face in her standard serious tone .
Sample Post:
Watch where you're going. Even gorillas should know how foolish it is to run with an armful of items... Wait. You probably know a good deal about this place. I need directions. Telling each barn apart from one another is a demanding task. Tell me, where should I go: this barn or that barn? Wherever you’re currently headed can wait.
...A puppy pen? I’ve changed my mind. I’ll tag along. Forget about the help I asked for--I can find the barn another time. No, I have no interest in the silo. Do you take me for a fool? Visiting puppies is not against the rules. Now stop with this sidetracking. What’s wrong with leading me to this pen? Fulfill my request. Do that and I won’t further question your defensive behavior.
Is this the place? It’s filthy. No matter. It won’t stop me from seeing... ...What did you do to these puppies? This one’s paw... this one’s ear... They’re undead! Could it be? Gorilla... the items you were carrying earlier. Among them I saw syringes. In that moment I thought nothing of it, but now it’s clear... you are the one responsible for this. And you don’t deny it. How dare you... How dare you do this to these puppies...!
More gorillas? You all must be his accomplices. Hmph. If you think I'll let go of what you did, you're wrong. Don't bother acting clueless now. It was you who turned helpless puppies into zombies, wasn't it? The poor things... Instead of begging me for a dog treat, they will beg for brains. Instead of begging me for a head pat, they will beg for brains. And instead of begging me for a walk, they will only ever beg for brains! What's more, I don’t have any brains to give them. Nothing is more shameful than what you’ve done to these puppies. Once I'm through here I'll present them with the brains of your fallen. Not a single one of you will be forgiven!
As anticipated. Not a single one remains standing. But what's this--a stray gorilla? You've arrived too late. I've already defeated your comrades... and yet, knowing this you continue to shake a banana at me. You honestly believe you can take me on?
How shallow-minded.
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