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Character: Terriermon
Series: Digimon Tamers
Character Age: unknown
Canon: So you wanna be a Digimon Tamer? You and every other kid in the country, dude. But for the information of those who're over the age of 12 or have lived under a rock, Digimon is only the hottest new game franchise in town. The premise is simple: partner up with a kickass digital monster! Go, fight other Digimon, win! Absorb the loser's data and evolve to a higher level! The Digital World is a dog-eat-dog place, but once Digimon begin showing up in the real world, things start to change.
Terriermon is pretty easy-going and childish by Digimon standards. Friendly and mildly cocky, he approaches life with a grin and his catchphrase 'momentai': take it easy! Some of his zen might be the influence of his Tamer, Lee Jianliang, who adopted a system of pacifism after Terriermon got into a painful run-in with the simian Gorimon. For a while Terriermon was prohibited from fighting and evolving, a policy that he rolled with for a while with limited complaints... until the Digital and real world began mixing with horrific results. Jian eventually realized that some battles are worth fighting, and Terriermon stepped up to the task of protecting his Tamer and the two worlds with enthusiasm; he's secretly pretty trigger-happy.
Sample Post:
Whaat, Gorimon? It's just you again?... I mean, of course I'm happy to see you. Momentai~! It feels like it's been a really long time since I've been back in the Digital World. So I'm glad for a familiar face, even if it's yours. Let's put our past behind us, right? We don't have any reason to fight now, we should get along and be friends. Here, I'll shake on it.
You don't know how? Well, I understand. The only thing you know is how to battle, right? That's fine. I used to be the same, before I met Jian. But there's more to life than fighting. I'll teach you! Even if you've never met your Tamer, you can change from what you're supposed to be. And this should be simple! First, you put down your gun. Then the severed hand; you're supposed to shake with your own. It's impolite otherwise. See~ that wasn't so bad, right? Isn't being friends great? Now it's your turn. You can help me out! Where in the Digital world am I, anyway?
There's a village nearby? Then let's go, new~ friend~! See, I think you're good at this already. If you live with the other Gorimon in a group without shooting each other, you've gone a long way since I last saw you. Back then, you opened fire on everything, huh? Tsew tsew! But so did I, actually. Only mine was more like dadadada. Machine guns are better that way. But don't take it personally. We both showed off our guns, so we're even. There are plenty of other ways to have fun.
Really, you know of one? What do you do with the other Gorimon, then?
... Wrestling? Ehh, that's fine too. Even arm wrestling, there are lots of them lying around anyway. I'm too small for that, though. Maybe I can teach you tai chi chuan. It's amazing how flexible you can be, after that! Give it a try. Momentai!
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Name: Jade West
Age: 16
Series: Victorious
Canon: Victorious is a show about some adolescent Hollywood hopefuls and the musical hijinks that ensue as they attend Hollywood Arts Highschool. Along with learning to sing, dance, act, play instruments, and all other manner of things artsy, the students also maintain an online school newspaper called The Slap, where they can upload video profiles and chat segments.
Jade West is the Mean Girl of the Hollywood Arts crowd. She's blunt and purposely hurtful, antagonistic, sarcastic, deadpan, snide-essentially, she's really hard to get along with. Not that she's all bad, or incapable of being somebody's friend, but her belief that she's the pinnacle of cool and everyone else is either useful or in her way means she limits herself to a very select group of people. Odds are? You don't make the cut.
Jade runs a recurring segment on The Slap called "What I Hate". She doesn't seem to take it very seriously.
Sample: Okay, hey, you know what? It's time for another episode of What I Hate. That's right: even stranded in the middle of nowhere in a cornfield, I'm still gonna update for you. You're welcome.
Sooo this is... episode... I dunno. Episode C-FU-D, I guess. SIHFUHD? See Food? What, like, that terrible prank that middle schoolers play on each other where they're all 'hey you want some sea food' and then they open their mouths with partially-chewed food in it and aren't you so grossed out now? Wow. Wow, that's fantastic. I'm stuck at a summer camp named by twelve year olds. Wonderful.
Anyway, episode CFUD. Now, I know what you're thinking: 'But Jade, CFUD isn't a number! How can you number it with something that isn't a number?' -oh, by the way, that stupid voice I was making just now while I was saying what I thought you were probably thinking? That's how I feel about you. No I don't care if you actually sound like that. In my head-which is the only place that matters, by the way-you sound like a moron. And on that note, no I don't care that CFUD isn't a number. The list of things I don't care about-it's practically endless. But it starts with you. That's how special you are. Special like a magical worthless snowflake. But this segment isn't called 'What I Don't Care About', it's called 'What I Hate'. Oh! But look at that! Good news: It starts exactly the same way. You're right there on the top of the list. You want to know why I hate you so much? It should be pretty obvious. If you've watched my other segments-and if you haven't? Okay, just so you know, I hate you more if you haven't-if you've watched them, then you'll know that another thing I hate-hhhaaaa~aaaate-is the word "moist". And, by extension, things-that-are-moist. And you are absolutely moist. I don't know how you did that, but you are literally the physical embodiment of something I hate.
And you know what? I'm done talking about you. Otherwise, you might start to think you're special, if I keep bringing you up, and I just want you to know-you are not even remotely cool enough to have somebody like me talking about you all the time. So I'm moving on. Other things that I hate, other things... oh! Okay, I know: I hate corn. Hate it. Barns, hate those too. I hate mechanical farm animals. I'm just gonna cut to the chase here and say I hate this camp. And lastly? I hate making this video. We're done.
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Character: Zoe Castillo
Series: Dreamfall: The Longest Journey
Age: 20
Canon: Living in a world built upon technological advancement, Zoe Castillo shrugs off the Static that's disrupting technology until her longtime reporter friend goes missing, leaving her a mysterious message to continue chasing the story he was after. Now she's digging deeper into conspiracies that have been in the making for centuries and traveling between parallel worlds, her own -- Stark aka a future Earth, and its twin, a world of magic known as Arcadia. And perhaps the only way to save both worlds is to listen to the little girl haunting her from the static within video screens, telling her to find a woman named April Ryan. And save her. Save everyone.
Zoe is more normal than not. She's intelligent and wry, but doesn't exceptionally stand out. An only child, raised by her father, she fits more 'in' the crowd than above it. But now, recently taking a leave from university and her pursuit of a career in bioengineering, she returns home in an attempt to get over the apathetic attitude that's come over her concerning life in general. She doesn't attempt to hide what she's feeling or thinking, being more on the forthright side of things and oftentimes a little caustic when things are stressful. Though feeling lost and frustrated herself, she finds a strong determination within to pursue the mystery her ex-boyfriend leaves behind when he vanishes. She sneaks into government facilities, cleverly lies her way out of tough situations, and if that doesn't work, fights her way to victory. And somewhere amongst all that she discovers she's not just another disillusioned university dropout. She's someone that will go to the ends of the world for her friends. Even if it's sometimes only in her underwear.
Dreamfall starts where it ends, with Zoe in a coma, telling her story and waiting to 'die'.
Sample:
You're listening but I'm not entirely sure what to say about how I got here. I could start with the cliche "where one story ends, another begins" but I'm not sure this is a beginning. Or not the beginning I was expecting. When you're laying in a bed in Casablanca waiting for the inevitable, you don't expect the inevitable to be someone's creepy cornfield with scarecrows nabbed from some grade B horror flick. No, seriously, any moment could be the moment a psycho comes out from behind one with a pitchfork and I'm not up for playing the unfortunate victim of a murderer. Especially for a person coming from the earthly realm to the so-called heavenly realm. The afterlife? Heaven? Whatever you call it, I don't imagine it's supposed to look like this place. No one informed me that dead cornstalks and snow and ice would be part of the picture.
I mean, I'm not what anyone would call a religious person by any means, but come on. I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I haven't committed a horrendous enough act to land me outside those pearly white gates, but I'm ninety percent sure this place isn't it. Are minor acts of breaking and entering enough to piss off a higher power and send me to a purgatory of cornfields and new friends that need a shower? I know, I hate to break it to you, but all of you are far from angels. The lack of wings and shining gowns didn't tip me off. I can't find a way to put this kindly, you stink. Don't worry about it, once I get my bearings, I'll help you guys get cleaned up. It's the least I can do for letting me rest here for the time being.
And I'm thinking I might be wrong about this whole dead thing. Maybe I've ended up at some genetic engineering dumping ground, where experiments gone wrong are sent to. That was harsher than I intended, but it would explain most of it; your missing limbs and misshapen faces, that creature I spotted on top of the water tower and those damn purple gorillas that chased me. I don't think I've climbed to the roof of a building so fast. Good thing they didn't see me and even better that I came across you. Don't look too concerned about it, I've ended up stranger places and I'll take this over the other option. Yeah, the dead one. You guys get it, don't you? Everything looks like peaches and cream when you realize you're going to live another day.
That is if I find some clothes or else I'm going to be a Blue Zoe Popsicle. You think someone would have the common courtesy to give a girl a blanket before dumping her comatose body in a barn, but no. So here I am in panties and a tank-top, lost in a wintry wonderland influenced by someone's worst nightmares, freezing. Not that you guys haven't been courteous with the not staring at certain body parts - and I do appreciate it, you've kept eye contact the whole time - but do you know where I could find some clothes?
Okay, trying to be funny and groaning 'brains' to add to the horror movie feel doesn't work when I'm too cold to care. Sorry. I'll better appreciate the humor when I'm warmer. So let's get me dressed and then we can move on. Don't be disappointed, maybe I'll tell you the story of why I thought I was dead. I've gotten pretty good at telling it. Or fine. We can play around some. You find me something warm to wear and I'll be the hapless victim to your zombie.
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Character: Riku Replica
Series: Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
Character Age: Looks 15, actually about a week old
Canon: In his first adventure, Sora, the boy with the giant key--aptly named the ‘Keyblade’--went around the Disneyverse to save the worlds from eternal darkness and find his bestest friends Riku and Kairi. Chain of Memories is the sequel to that first adventure, introducing players to the horror that is the card-battling system and making our hero Sora revisit all the worlds he saved before. This time inside a giant white castle. To complicate matters, the castle’s resident mad scientist has decided to clone one of Sora’s friends and set the clone loose in the castle.
This clone is the Riku Replica. He’s a data-copy of Riku, and the two are identical in every aspect except for personality. He starts out arrogant and aggressive, unafraid to get in people’s faces and taunt them, and confident in his abilities. However, he’s ‘rewritten’ to be more like the real Riku and becomes fiercely protective of the people (he thinks) he likes and trusts and hostile to those he dislikes. The rewrite is undone relatively quickly, and his personality unravels somewhat. He still keeps the ‘protect everyone important, get rid of the rest’ attitude and still likes to taunt his opponents, but he also becomes less confident in himself and his existence in general. At this point, he kinda tends to spaz out when he’s very frustrated or confused.
Sample Post:
What’s up with this place, Real Thing?
You told me that when I died, my heart would probably go to the same place as yours did, but this wasn’t what I was picturing at all. I wasn’t expecting too much outside of eternal darkness--but a camp, of all things? Really? Leave it to you to pick the weirdest place for me to end up in. The sign welcoming me to ‘Camp Fuck You Fake’ was a great thing to wake up to. Thanks for rubbing it in, I appreciated that.
I guess this might be some kind of afterlife, if the hordes of undead shambling around moaning and groaning and trying to chew on me are any indication. Ugh. You guys want brains? Too bad, you’re not getting any of mine. No, not even if you manage to beat me in a fight...not that that’s going to happen. You’ll need a lot more than brains to win against me. Half of you don’t even have the right number of limbs to fight with.
...Geez. Can’t you guys take a hint and GO AWAY? I’ll make you if you don’t. I was manhandled enough before I got here, and THEY had the decency not to drool all over me. Ugh. Get away!
...Ahaha...Wow, you guys are pathetic! One little blast of darkness and every single one of you falls to pieces right away! I told you I was stronger! I suppose that it’s not very fair to fight against opponents that are falling apart anyway is it? Haha, whatever. You started it, losers.
As for the feathered cheer squad over there, you’re next if you don’t shut up. I don’t need encouragement, and I don’t care if I’m one step closer to ‘becoming a real boy’. You don’t become real by killing things, I know that much! You’re not helping at all or making any sense...and my clothes have nothing to do with being a ‘real boy’ either! I’m not wearing a skirt! Taunting me from the top of that tree doesn’t make you any better. It just makes you a coward and a stupid one at that. I can hit you easily. Let’s see how you do against darkness!
...Tch. Missed. I--h-hey, come back here, I’m not done with you! I’ll catch you if I have to chase you all over this camp!
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Character: Takagi Fujimaru
Series: Bloody Monday (Drama)
Character Age: 18-19
Canon: Terrorism is a very real threat in the modern world, and nobody knows this better than Third-i. A police unit set up specifically to counter terrorism directly under the defense ministry, it possesses independent investigating authority that overrides lawful activities. Third-i enlists the help of Falcon, a genius hacker who had previously been able to break into their system, to assist in their counter-terrorism efforts.
Not that you’d know he was a Wizard-level hacker in the first place. Takagi Fujimaru, the computer genius behind the "Falcon" identity, doesn’t actually appear to be anything more then a dubiously kempt pseudo-slacker -- the everybody no one would give a second glance to. Fujimaru likes it that way, generally speaking. For the most part he’s pretty unspirited and lazy and something of a complainer. Fujimaru actually prefers to stay the hell out of things unless it’s necessary to do the opposite -- and generally, “necessity” only becomes a factor with the involvement of those he holds dearest, specifically his younger sister Haruka. That’s when you can really count on him to get the job done. In sharp contrast to the unmotivated, slightly irresponsible boy people usually see, Fujimaru switches right into gear, hacking with speed and accuracy rivaled by very few.
After the titular Bloody Monday incident, in which a terrorist faction used his gift against him for their own purposes, Fujimaru began to deny his technical capabilities and pretended to swear off computers altogether, insisting to others that he knows nothing at all about operating a computer.
Sample Post:
Ahh, I don’t believe this ... sending me to the middle of nowhere just because I don’t know enough about computers! Isn’t shipping a person all the way to America a little extreme? I could have found an internship closer to home. What is Haruka supposed to do while I’m gone? I don’t know what I could possibly learn in a place like "Camp Fix Ur Drives". They didn’t even spell "Your" right, I’m surprised they even have a tech team. And what kind of a team name is "Tech Zombies", anyway? Zombies fall apart, or eat people, or just sort of lurch around; doesn’t really make them look very reliable.
Doesn’t look like the receptionist is in, either ... hello? Oi, excuse me! Anybody back there? You know, your bird is messing with your keyboard! I would have thought it was too early for everyone to be out to lunch. Guess I’ve got no choice but to wait. How long could they -- hey! Knock that off, damn it! You’re going to break it! Go on, get out of here. Get! Stupid bird. And who’d keep a toucan for a pet, anyway?! Just an accident waiting to happen. Ugh ... I guess I should probably make sure the computer wasn’t damaged. I’m already here on a pretty low recommendation, they might think I did it. Let’s see ...
Are they joking? This computer can hardly handle its own operating system, just listen to it creaking along. It’s like a security breach waiting to happen, too, not even a substantial firewall. And who has CRT monitors anymore? So much for "state-of-the-art". If you tried to boot from an external drive you’d probably blow it up. No, worse than that, you probably couldn’t even stick a disc in there. Is that a floppy drive? Do they even make computers with those any -- aah! What the hell?! Wait, are you all members of the tech team for this place? You guys take this zombie thing a lot more seriously than I expected ... do you usually scare everyone you work with? Not that it isn’t sort of cool, but don’t most people find uniforms like that little bit morbid?
... why are you staring so hard? Oh, if it’s about me being back here, don’t mind it. I wasn’t really doing anything! There was just a bird here, and he was tearing up the keyboard, so I sat down to discourage him from doing it again. What’s this? Oh, is it a USB key? I don’t know that I’d know where exactly to -- okay, okay, you don’t have to growl at me! Geez, you guys are pretty extreme. It goes here, right? I’ll use it now. Actually, you know, the severed finger design is kind of a nice touch. I never would have thought of that! I’ll just slide the connector out of here, and ...
... this isn’t a USB key!?
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Character: Terriermon
Series: Digimon Tamers
Character Age: unknown
Canon: So you wanna be a Digimon Tamer? You and every other kid in the country, dude. But for the information of those who're over the age of 12 or have lived under a rock, Digimon is only the hottest new game franchise in town. The premise is simple: partner up with a kickass digital monster! Go, fight other Digimon, win! Absorb the loser's data and evolve to a higher level! The Digital World is a dog-eat-dog place, but once Digimon begin showing up in the real world, things start to change.
Terriermon is pretty easy-going and childish by Digimon standards. Friendly and mildly cocky, he approaches life with a grin and his catchphrase 'momentai': take it easy! Some of his zen might be the influence of his Tamer, Lee Jianliang, who adopted a system of pacifism after Terriermon got into a painful run-in with the simian Gorimon. For a while Terriermon was prohibited from fighting and evolving, a policy that he rolled with for a while with limited complaints... until the Digital and real world began mixing with horrific results. Jian eventually realized that some battles are worth fighting, and Terriermon stepped up to the task of protecting his Tamer and the two worlds with enthusiasm; he's secretly pretty trigger-happy.
Sample Post:
Whaat, Gorimon? It's just you again?... I mean, of course I'm happy to see you. Momentai~! It feels like it's been a really long time since I've been back in the Digital World. So I'm glad for a familiar face, even if it's yours. Let's put our past behind us, right? We don't have any reason to fight now, we should get along and be friends. Here, I'll shake on it.
You don't know how? Well, I understand. The only thing you know is how to battle, right? That's fine. I used to be the same, before I met Jian. But there's more to life than fighting. I'll teach you! Even if you've never met your Tamer, you can change from what you're supposed to be. And this should be simple! First, you put down your gun. Then the severed hand; you're supposed to shake with your own. It's impolite otherwise. See~ that wasn't so bad, right? Isn't being friends great? Now it's your turn. You can help me out! Where in the Digital world am I, anyway?
There's a village nearby? Then let's go, new~ friend~! See, I think you're good at this already. If you live with the other Gorimon in a group without shooting each other, you've gone a long way since I last saw you. Back then, you opened fire on everything, huh? Tsew tsew! But so did I, actually. Only mine was more like dadadada. Machine guns are better that way. But don't take it personally. We both showed off our guns, so we're even. There are plenty of other ways to have fun.
Really, you know of one? What do you do with the other Gorimon, then?
... Wrestling? Ehh, that's fine too. Even arm wrestling, there are lots of them lying around anyway. I'm too small for that, though. Maybe I can teach you tai chi chuan. It's amazing how flexible you can be, after that! Give it a try. Momentai!
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Name: Jade West
Age: 16
Series: Victorious
Canon: Victorious is a show about some adolescent Hollywood hopefuls and the musical hijinks that ensue as they attend Hollywood Arts Highschool. Along with learning to sing, dance, act, play instruments, and all other manner of things artsy, the students also maintain an online school newspaper called The Slap, where they can upload video profiles and chat segments.
Jade West is the Mean Girl of the Hollywood Arts crowd. She's blunt and purposely hurtful, antagonistic, sarcastic, deadpan, snide-essentially, she's really hard to get along with. Not that she's all bad, or incapable of being somebody's friend, but her belief that she's the pinnacle of cool and everyone else is either useful or in her way means she limits herself to a very select group of people. Odds are? You don't make the cut.
Jade runs a recurring segment on The Slap called "What I Hate". She doesn't seem to take it very seriously.
Sample: Okay, hey, you know what? It's time for another episode of What I Hate. That's right: even stranded in the middle of nowhere in a cornfield, I'm still gonna update for you. You're welcome.
Sooo this is... episode... I dunno. Episode C-FU-D, I guess. SIHFUHD? See Food? What, like, that terrible prank that middle schoolers play on each other where they're all 'hey you want some sea food' and then they open their mouths with partially-chewed food in it and aren't you so grossed out now? Wow. Wow, that's fantastic. I'm stuck at a summer camp named by twelve year olds. Wonderful.
Anyway, episode CFUD. Now, I know what you're thinking: 'But Jade, CFUD isn't a number! How can you number it with something that isn't a number?' -oh, by the way, that stupid voice I was making just now while I was saying what I thought you were probably thinking? That's how I feel about you. No I don't care if you actually sound like that. In my head-which is the only place that matters, by the way-you sound like a moron. And on that note, no I don't care that CFUD isn't a number. The list of things I don't care about-it's practically endless. But it starts with you. That's how special you are. Special like a magical worthless snowflake. But this segment isn't called 'What I Don't Care About', it's called 'What I Hate'. Oh! But look at that! Good news: It starts exactly the same way. You're right there on the top of the list. You want to know why I hate you so much? It should be pretty obvious. If you've watched my other segments-and if you haven't? Okay, just so you know, I hate you more if you haven't-if you've watched them, then you'll know that another thing I hate-hhhaaaa~aaaate-is the word "moist". And, by extension, things-that-are-moist. And you are absolutely moist. I don't know how you did that, but you are literally the physical embodiment of something I hate.
And you know what? I'm done talking about you. Otherwise, you might start to think you're special, if I keep bringing you up, and I just want you to know-you are not even remotely cool enough to have somebody like me talking about you all the time. So I'm moving on. Other things that I hate, other things... oh! Okay, I know: I hate corn. Hate it. Barns, hate those too. I hate mechanical farm animals. I'm just gonna cut to the chase here and say I hate this camp. And lastly? I hate making this video. We're done.
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Character: Zoe Castillo
Series: Dreamfall: The Longest Journey
Age: 20
Canon: Living in a world built upon technological advancement, Zoe Castillo shrugs off the Static that's disrupting technology until her longtime reporter friend goes missing, leaving her a mysterious message to continue chasing the story he was after. Now she's digging deeper into conspiracies that have been in the making for centuries and traveling between parallel worlds, her own -- Stark aka a future Earth, and its twin, a world of magic known as Arcadia. And perhaps the only way to save both worlds is to listen to the little girl haunting her from the static within video screens, telling her to find a woman named April Ryan. And save her. Save everyone.
Zoe is more normal than not. She's intelligent and wry, but doesn't exceptionally stand out. An only child, raised by her father, she fits more 'in' the crowd than above it. But now, recently taking a leave from university and her pursuit of a career in bioengineering, she returns home in an attempt to get over the apathetic attitude that's come over her concerning life in general. She doesn't attempt to hide what she's feeling or thinking, being more on the forthright side of things and oftentimes a little caustic when things are stressful. Though feeling lost and frustrated herself, she finds a strong determination within to pursue the mystery her ex-boyfriend leaves behind when he vanishes. She sneaks into government facilities, cleverly lies her way out of tough situations, and if that doesn't work, fights her way to victory. And somewhere amongst all that she discovers she's not just another disillusioned university dropout. She's someone that will go to the ends of the world for her friends. Even if it's sometimes only in her underwear.
Dreamfall starts where it ends, with Zoe in a coma, telling her story and waiting to 'die'.
Sample:
You're listening but I'm not entirely sure what to say about how I got here. I could start with the cliche "where one story ends, another begins" but I'm not sure this is a beginning. Or not the beginning I was expecting. When you're laying in a bed in Casablanca waiting for the inevitable, you don't expect the inevitable to be someone's creepy cornfield with scarecrows nabbed from some grade B horror flick. No, seriously, any moment could be the moment a psycho comes out from behind one with a pitchfork and I'm not up for playing the unfortunate victim of a murderer. Especially for a person coming from the earthly realm to the so-called heavenly realm. The afterlife? Heaven? Whatever you call it, I don't imagine it's supposed to look like this place. No one informed me that dead cornstalks and snow and ice would be part of the picture.
I mean, I'm not what anyone would call a religious person by any means, but come on. I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I haven't committed a horrendous enough act to land me outside those pearly white gates, but I'm ninety percent sure this place isn't it. Are minor acts of breaking and entering enough to piss off a higher power and send me to a purgatory of cornfields and new friends that need a shower? I know, I hate to break it to you, but all of you are far from angels. The lack of wings and shining gowns didn't tip me off. I can't find a way to put this kindly, you stink. Don't worry about it, once I get my bearings, I'll help you guys get cleaned up. It's the least I can do for letting me rest here for the time being.
And I'm thinking I might be wrong about this whole dead thing. Maybe I've ended up at some genetic engineering dumping ground, where experiments gone wrong are sent to. That was harsher than I intended, but it would explain most of it; your missing limbs and misshapen faces, that creature I spotted on top of the water tower and those damn purple gorillas that chased me. I don't think I've climbed to the roof of a building so fast. Good thing they didn't see me and even better that I came across you. Don't look too concerned about it, I've ended up stranger places and I'll take this over the other option. Yeah, the dead one. You guys get it, don't you? Everything looks like peaches and cream when you realize you're going to live another day.
That is if I find some clothes or else I'm going to be a Blue Zoe Popsicle. You think someone would have the common courtesy to give a girl a blanket before dumping her comatose body in a barn, but no. So here I am in panties and a tank-top, lost in a wintry wonderland influenced by someone's worst nightmares, freezing. Not that you guys haven't been courteous with the not staring at certain body parts - and I do appreciate it, you've kept eye contact the whole time - but do you know where I could find some clothes?
Okay, trying to be funny and groaning 'brains' to add to the horror movie feel doesn't work when I'm too cold to care. Sorry. I'll better appreciate the humor when I'm warmer. So let's get me dressed and then we can move on. Don't be disappointed, maybe I'll tell you the story of why I thought I was dead. I've gotten pretty good at telling it. Or fine. We can play around some. You find me something warm to wear and I'll be the hapless victim to your zombie.
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Character: Riku Replica
Series: Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
Character Age: Looks 15, actually about a week old
Canon: In his first adventure, Sora, the boy with the giant key--aptly named the ‘Keyblade’--went around the Disneyverse to save the worlds from eternal darkness and find his bestest friends Riku and Kairi. Chain of Memories is the sequel to that first adventure, introducing players to the horror that is the card-battling system and making our hero Sora revisit all the worlds he saved before. This time inside a giant white castle. To complicate matters, the castle’s resident mad scientist has decided to clone one of Sora’s friends and set the clone loose in the castle.
This clone is the Riku Replica. He’s a data-copy of Riku, and the two are identical in every aspect except for personality. He starts out arrogant and aggressive, unafraid to get in people’s faces and taunt them, and confident in his abilities. However, he’s ‘rewritten’ to be more like the real Riku and becomes fiercely protective of the people (he thinks) he likes and trusts and hostile to those he dislikes. The rewrite is undone relatively quickly, and his personality unravels somewhat. He still keeps the ‘protect everyone important, get rid of the rest’ attitude and still likes to taunt his opponents, but he also becomes less confident in himself and his existence in general. At this point, he kinda tends to spaz out when he’s very frustrated or confused.
Sample Post:
What’s up with this place, Real Thing?
You told me that when I died, my heart would probably go to the same place as yours did, but this wasn’t what I was picturing at all. I wasn’t expecting too much outside of eternal darkness--but a camp, of all things? Really? Leave it to you to pick the weirdest place for me to end up in. The sign welcoming me to ‘Camp Fuck You Fake’ was a great thing to wake up to. Thanks for rubbing it in, I appreciated that.
I guess this might be some kind of afterlife, if the hordes of undead shambling around moaning and groaning and trying to chew on me are any indication. Ugh. You guys want brains? Too bad, you’re not getting any of mine. No, not even if you manage to beat me in a fight...not that that’s going to happen. You’ll need a lot more than brains to win against me. Half of you don’t even have the right number of limbs to fight with.
...Geez. Can’t you guys take a hint and GO AWAY? I’ll make you if you don’t. I was manhandled enough before I got here, and THEY had the decency not to drool all over me. Ugh. Get away!
...Ahaha...Wow, you guys are pathetic! One little blast of darkness and every single one of you falls to pieces right away! I told you I was stronger! I suppose that it’s not very fair to fight against opponents that are falling apart anyway is it? Haha, whatever. You started it, losers.
As for the feathered cheer squad over there, you’re next if you don’t shut up. I don’t need encouragement, and I don’t care if I’m one step closer to ‘becoming a real boy’. You don’t become real by killing things, I know that much! You’re not helping at all or making any sense...and my clothes have nothing to do with being a ‘real boy’ either! I’m not wearing a skirt! Taunting me from the top of that tree doesn’t make you any better. It just makes you a coward and a stupid one at that. I can hit you easily. Let’s see how you do against darkness!
...Tch. Missed. I--h-hey, come back here, I’m not done with you! I’ll catch you if I have to chase you all over this camp!
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Character: Takagi Fujimaru
Series: Bloody Monday (Drama)
Character Age: 18-19
Canon: Terrorism is a very real threat in the modern world, and nobody knows this better than Third-i. A police unit set up specifically to counter terrorism directly under the defense ministry, it possesses independent investigating authority that overrides lawful activities. Third-i enlists the help of Falcon, a genius hacker who had previously been able to break into their system, to assist in their counter-terrorism efforts.
Not that you’d know he was a Wizard-level hacker in the first place. Takagi Fujimaru, the computer genius behind the "Falcon" identity, doesn’t actually appear to be anything more then a dubiously kempt pseudo-slacker -- the everybody no one would give a second glance to. Fujimaru likes it that way, generally speaking. For the most part he’s pretty unspirited and lazy and something of a complainer. Fujimaru actually prefers to stay the hell out of things unless it’s necessary to do the opposite -- and generally, “necessity” only becomes a factor with the involvement of those he holds dearest, specifically his younger sister Haruka. That’s when you can really count on him to get the job done. In sharp contrast to the unmotivated, slightly irresponsible boy people usually see, Fujimaru switches right into gear, hacking with speed and accuracy rivaled by very few.
After the titular Bloody Monday incident, in which a terrorist faction used his gift against him for their own purposes, Fujimaru began to deny his technical capabilities and pretended to swear off computers altogether, insisting to others that he knows nothing at all about operating a computer.
Sample Post:
Ahh, I don’t believe this ... sending me to the middle of nowhere just because I don’t know enough about computers! Isn’t shipping a person all the way to America a little extreme? I could have found an internship closer to home. What is Haruka supposed to do while I’m gone? I don’t know what I could possibly learn in a place like "Camp Fix Ur Drives". They didn’t even spell "Your" right, I’m surprised they even have a tech team. And what kind of a team name is "Tech Zombies", anyway? Zombies fall apart, or eat people, or just sort of lurch around; doesn’t really make them look very reliable.
Doesn’t look like the receptionist is in, either ... hello? Oi, excuse me! Anybody back there? You know, your bird is messing with your keyboard! I would have thought it was too early for everyone to be out to lunch. Guess I’ve got no choice but to wait. How long could they -- hey! Knock that off, damn it! You’re going to break it! Go on, get out of here. Get! Stupid bird. And who’d keep a toucan for a pet, anyway?! Just an accident waiting to happen. Ugh ... I guess I should probably make sure the computer wasn’t damaged. I’m already here on a pretty low recommendation, they might think I did it. Let’s see ...
Are they joking? This computer can hardly handle its own operating system, just listen to it creaking along. It’s like a security breach waiting to happen, too, not even a substantial firewall. And who has CRT monitors anymore? So much for "state-of-the-art". If you tried to boot from an external drive you’d probably blow it up. No, worse than that, you probably couldn’t even stick a disc in there. Is that a floppy drive? Do they even make computers with those any -- aah! What the hell?! Wait, are you all members of the tech team for this place? You guys take this zombie thing a lot more seriously than I expected ... do you usually scare everyone you work with? Not that it isn’t sort of cool, but don’t most people find uniforms like that little bit morbid?
... why are you staring so hard? Oh, if it’s about me being back here, don’t mind it. I wasn’t really doing anything! There was just a bird here, and he was tearing up the keyboard, so I sat down to discourage him from doing it again. What’s this? Oh, is it a USB key? I don’t know that I’d know where exactly to -- okay, okay, you don’t have to growl at me! Geez, you guys are pretty extreme. It goes here, right? I’ll use it now. Actually, you know, the severed finger design is kind of a nice touch. I never would have thought of that! I’ll just slide the connector out of here, and ...
... this isn’t a USB key!?
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