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First round! You all know how this goes by now, right?
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Character: Lightning
Series: Final Fantasy XIII
Character Age: 21
Canon: On a world called Cocoon, all facets of life are controlled by god-like creatures called the fal’Cie. So that they can better assert their power, they choose strong-willed individuals at random to carry out tasks called Focuses. By fulfilling these tasks, they get a chance to have eternal life through crystallization-but if they fail, they’ll be turned into monsters. Some of these Focuses are intended to protect Cocoon at large, often from the world below called Pulse, which has a set of fal’Cie of its own. Oddly enough, though, these Pulse fal’Cie are capable of taking Cocoon’s citizens and using them to attack and even destroy Cocoon, and that’s the case with their most recent choices. These individuals have no choice but to fulfill their Focus-unless they decide a path for themselves.
The leader of this group is Lightning-though no one would exactly call her ready and willing to take on the role of worrying about others. With a harder outer shell that makes her seem tough, emotionless, and generally uncaring, Lightning’s drive and relentless determination make her difficult to deal with. Time with the other l’Cie forces her to open up somewhat and show that this armor is meant to hide her insecurities about not knowing how to protect what’s important. It doesn’t mean she strays from her dry, often humorless and brusque tone that makes her already blunt statements harsher, but she uses her own brand of tough love to motivate others. This is because she needs them to keep up their hope and faith to carry her through the toughest of times, when she’s no master of optimism herself. Thankfully, they’re up to the challenge of keeping her uplifted so that she believes that she can make the impossible happen.
Sample Post:
So it looks like you’re all out of luck. Your boss decided to hire me as a one-person execution squad. Just from looking at you, I can see why she only needed one person. You’re barely holding yourselves together. I’m sure you’ve all seen better days-days when you had brains and when you were thought of as scary, rather than pointless nuisances. Now, you can barely even stand tall. According to her instructions, this place is getting too crowded, so you’re what’s gotta go. After all, she’s got new monsters. I’m sure you’ve seen the first batch of them around. Just because they sparkle and have fangs, they think they can strut around thinking they’re good looking and in charge. It’s definitely obnoxious, but they’re better at making this place look good to outsiders.
Complete silence, outside of a few grunts. You’re really just happy with giving up? Well, too bad. As far as I’m concerned, Sayre hired the wrong person for her execution squad. I’m not the person to tell you how to dress sharp or sound like you’re groaning about your lost humanity, but I am gonna tell you that giving up is the wrong idea. That means that you have to stop putting down your arms-you’ll need those later. Without them, you’ll just end up looking like a bunch of idiots. And that’s right: I’m saying that you don’t already. So what if she doesn’t think you’re worth it?
After all, this is your home. But instead of embracing it and making it clear that it belongs to you, you’ve become like the rundown state of some of the cabins. Still, I know what you’re capable of. Sure, I sounded like I doubted you at first, but there’s a reason why she hired me. Put together, I’m the only one strong enough to handle all of you. She was afraid of an uprising, but that hasn’t crossed any of your minds. That’s what I want to change. Between you and me, I’m not impressed by those pretty faces myself. So what if they cater to the whims of the pet tentacle monster? All of you could be an army-as long as you believe it.
It finally looks like you’ve got the right idea. Good. You’re picking up stakes and garlic and aren’t waiting for nightfall to take them down. Decide what kind of world you want. Do you want one where pretty faces and tortured pasts take the cake? Or are you gonna remember whose place this is? It’s Camp Fuck You Die, after all. It’s about time you made good on your word.
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Character: Kandou Jan
Series: Jyuken Sentai Gekiranger
Character Age: 19
Canon: Four thousand years ago, a form of martial arts was created; the Beast-Fist (Jyuken). Brusa Ee was the founder, but was murdered, which led to dissent among his followers. Two schools were created during this split: GekiJyuken, a kenpo of justice and RinJyuken, a kenpo of evil. A civil war happened between these two forces until, finally, the GekiJyuken side won and sealed the three leaders of RinJyuken. But, now, after all these years, a fallen jyuken user reignites the fire of RinJyuken searching for strength, which leads the forces of GekiJyuken to retaliate.
Their retaliation comes in the form of a super hero team called the Jyuken Sentai Gekirangers. The leader is GekiRed, Kandou Jan. Kandou Jan is a feral child; he was raised by tigers and had many forest animals as his friends. He spent his time playing with them until he was found by a member of SCRTC, the company backing the Gekirangers, who saw his potential as a Jyuken user. He was then drafted by the Gekirangers and recieved a pair of Gekichangers. Even though he is the leader, he has a very childish personality and, because of his odd upbringing, he has heightened senses, as well as his own language of repetitive nonsense noises. He is also very bratty, spazzy and often has to get his own way otherwise he'll throw a fit. But he has a kind heart and is pure in a way that most others aren't because of how he was raised.
Note: michi michi = yummy. nyuru nyuru = sticky, slippery. garu garu = scary. kira kira = pretty, sparkly
Sample Post:
Nya, I want to eat all the corn! All of it! It looks really, really michi michi! I'm sure no one will care if I eat some? There's so much of it! I'll just take this and this and that one too! Ahhh, it tastes so good! This place is the best! It's really, really the best! I knew coming this way was the right thing to do! It's better than SCRTC because there's food everywhere! And no one's around to tell me not to eat it all!
Eh? Well, except for him. But- AHH! Why is he falling apart!? Why are all his parts dropping to the ground? Bodies don't work that way! I should help! I should really, really help! Hey, you! Just stand there and I'll get your arm back into that socket! And this leg should go back in, too! Now, let's ta-- Ahh, noooo! You don’t put that there! Wee wee doesn’t go in your mouth! You use that to pee! You're not supposed to do this! Augh, I don't care anymore! You don’t know how to put yourself back together at all! Go fall apart! I'm going to run away and tell on you!
I just need to find someone to tell! Let's see. There are some really michi michi smells coming from that way and some really nyuru nyuru smells coming from over there. Wait, nyuru nyuru? Ahhhhh, the last time I smelled that, really, really garu garu stuff happened! But all the bad guys are beaten up already; there's no way it could be any of them. Nyaaaaaa, I'll go see what it is and if it's a monster I'll beat it up!
Uwa, what's that? Iyaaan, it's so big! Look at all the tentacles! It really is nyuru nyuru! Hey, hey! You! I'm going to name you Nyu Nyu, okay? You don’t mind if I sit next to you, right? You’re really, really kira kira! Here, if I pet you like this you'll go right to sleep. Good girl, Nyu Nyu, just go right to sleep! I'll sleep with you too, okay? Night night!
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Character: Lambdadelta
Series: Umineko no Naku Koro ni
Character Age: Thousands of years old, but appears no older than her early teens.
Canon: When the filthy rich Ushiromiya family gathers at their private island, Rokkenjima - a place permeated by the legend of a witch named Beatrice - for their annual family conference, things don't go quite as planned; a typhoon hits and the family is killed off one by one in a series of closed room murders. Even after everyone is dead, it remains unclear what could have caused their deaths. Was it an intricately planned murder carried out by human hands, or was it a magic ritual of the witch Beatrice? Our now deceased hero, Ushiromiya Battler, vehemently denies that magic could truly exist to cause these murders, and is dragged by the witch Beatrice to a meta-world dimension where the two engage in a game of logic and wits to prove their own explanation of the crime.
Lambdadelta is the Witch of Certainty, capable of traveling through the Fragments (basically equivalent to alternate realities/worlds), and a spectator of Battler and Beatrice's game. At a first glance, she appears to sport a personality that matches her sickeningly cute and pink appearance and eternal sweet tooth: bubbly, childish, comically egotistical, and a bit on the dumb side. In reality, Lambdadelta does have the wisdom and experience befitting her long life, but for now playing the fool is fun and distraction from boredom is what she needs to keep herself going. Unfortunately, her endless search for entertainment has also given birth to quite the sadistic streak, and she is unashamed of getting her jollies from things like laughing at the misfortune of others or finding cannibalism to be a hoot. Still, underneath all the mean-spirited trolling, there is a core of decency and a fondness for those who work hard to achieve their goals - it just might take a little bit of effort to find that.
Sample Post:
Hold the phone and stop the presses! This shabby little game just got a thousand times cooler. You know why? Because the great Lady Lambdadelta is here to do some spectating! Consider yourselves lucky. ☆ You may be suffering and cursing your fate, but at least the world's greatest witch has a front row seat to watch!
Now, you may be thinking, "But Lambdadelta-sama, what is your super cute and fabulous self doing hanging around in a dingy little game board like this?" And okay, yeah, this is isn't exactly a four-star Fragment. Zombies are tacky and I don't even want to know what porno that tentacle monster was fished out of. Not to mention the whole thing just centers around laughing at some poor losers who are stuck here until fate smiles upon them! Usually I pick my games to be a little bit classier. But c'mon, don't tell me you've never found yourself glued to the screen watching some trashy reality TV show out of complete boredom and morbid curiosity? It's like that! Though, heh, I guess this is more of a B-movie than a reality show. Or is that too generous? *giggle*, yeah, this has got to be a C-movie at best!
... Well, I guess I shouldn't say too much. Lady Sayre's efforts are nothing to scoff at, after all. To be able to drag people from all sorts of different Fragments and lock them away at will, she's really quite the frightening witch. She just could stand to improve her style a bit, eheheh!
Anyway, if there's one thing here I have high hopes for right now, that's the cooking, so it better not disappoint! I've heard about this famous Tuesday Soup. And you could really impress me if it comes with some sides, like fried toucan, gorilla teriyaki, maybe some Japanese schoolgirl sashimi~ ♪ There are lots of resources around, so I expect creative things! Just it better not be a total cop-out, like the so-called People Stew is actually just made of spare zombie parts that were lying around or something. Because that would be almost as bad as, like, using Splenda instead of real suga--
... ... Okay, you know what? Forget it. This has officially been downgraded to F-movie material.
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Character: Kasumi Fuu
Series: Samurai Champloo
Character Age: 15
Canon: What do killer hip-hop backbeats and Japan's Edo period have in common? Absolutely nothing. Unless of course we're talking about Samurai Champloo, then they go together like... hip-hop backbeats and Japan's Edo period. You get used to it, really. After a chance meeting that goes terribly wrong, two rogue and rowdy samurai named Jin and Mugen get roped into accompanying a young girl named Fuu and her trusty flying squirrel sidekick through her journey in search of a man with a single description: "a samurai that smells of sunflowers". This samurai turns out to be Fuu's father, who was assumed to have abandoned her and her ill mother many, many years ago.
Aside from the rather depressing backstory, Fuu is a typical girl of her age. She wears lots of pink, she's got a cute face, she talks (a lot), and she's got tough skin and a strong backbone that one would obviously need to deal with her self-appointed bodyguards through her trip, who tend to be within a breath's time of either killing someone else or themselves. Even with the hard upbringing and dangerous situations she finds herself in, Fuu knows how to watch her back... whenever her slight gullible nature doesn't rear its head of course. This doesn't douse her spirits though, which tend to be rather high. The only thing that's as infinite as her youthful charisma and spunky attitude is her appetite. For a 15 year old girl who physically shouldn't be able to pig out on much of anything due to the length of time she goes starving (days, possibly a week or two), the kid can eat. As per her motto, "there's always room for free food".
Note: Fuu is from the end of the series.
Sample Post:
You're kidding me, right? You are, I know it! Hey, stop mumbling over there and answer me! Please tell me this is just some cruel joke. I-I can handle that, really! I mean, this is just ridiculous! Of all the things that can possibly happen to me, it had to be this? I thought I'd escaped all that horrible luck. An entire farm filled with cornfields and there's no corn? Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've eaten?!
Don't just point at those cows and sheep! Do you really think I'm the type of person that can go around slaughtering animals all on my own? Besides, they don't look anywhere near edible. I'm not some kind of idiot. And don't even think of pointing out that giant... octopus thing. I saw it, and I'm not getting anywhere near it. ...even if some takoyaki sounds really good right about now.
Okay, listen. I don't care anymore. Just please please please point me in a direction where I can get some actual food. I feel like I'm just going to die any moment, my whole body could fall apart. --yeah, like that. Wait, is that supposed to be some kind of joke? Pick that up already. I'm not doing it for you. Jeez, maybe I'm not so bad off afterall. Um, I guess we could share something? I'll hand over one-third of whatever I can find, but that's only if we find anything. This is a whole lot easier when you're with a group of people and they can look for food with you. Then again, this means I've got more for myself. It's been a long time since I've eaten on my own. I remember this saying, from a shop owner I worked for a long time ago. He used to tell his customers that food always tastes better when you eat with other people. I never thought about it but, I wonder if that's really true.
...what am I doing reminiscing about something so sappy like that. In fact, you know what? I don't care how intimidating this "Marcy" is. I'm starving so I'm eating whatever I can get my hands on! And, hey, there's more people around here, right? I saw them earlier. Maybe if we all gathered together then we could definitely take her down! Sure it means more portions to go around but from the looks of it it seems like you all don't eat much. If at all. Oh, what are you saying? Br... brans? Bread? That's not really filling.
Anyways, I think that just about settles everything. Alright, we've got our plan so let's go on ahe-- ...h-hey, where are you going? We're not supposed to go that way, it's this way! Are you listening to me? Hey! Are you ditching me?! Fine, starve to death! See if I care!
Who's laughing? Oh, it's just those birds. ...t-talking birds! Wait, birds... yakitori would be great. Huh? What do you mean, "beware tentacles"? Are you talking about that octopus? Do you know where it is? ...she's expecting me? That sounds a little weird. Why would an octopus expect me--
...THAT'S DISGUSTING!
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Character: Death the Kid
Series: Soul Eater (manga)
Character Age: Early teens
Canon: In the world of Soul Eater, there is an institute that offers instruction only to people with certain extraordinary abilities and powers. Namely, individuals who can turn into weapons, and those who can wield them. This academy, run by a mysterious entity known as Shinigami-sama, teaches them to keep peace of the world for humans, they fight against and within madness, and most of all, they keep balance and order in the world.
... Speaking of balance and order: Shinigami-sama has a son. This child of a god is perfect, powerful and precise. He has a driving sense of honor, holds himself with dignity, and is quietly kind with the few he calls friends. It's just his sense of aesthetics that gets him. Really gets him. Ridiculously gets him. Left to right symmetry, to Kid, is the source of all beauty in the world. He is both absolutely helpless in front of it and easily enraged or depressed when it is broken. He passes out for a week when his bangs are cut. He gives up on his worth in life when he hasn't folded the end of toilet paper into a perfect triangle. He is distracted to the point of losing when something is just a little out of place.
In short, about 50% of the time Kid is absolutely, completely perfect. And about 50% of the time, he's perfectly, absolutely useless. It really IS balance, in a way.
Sample Post:
Father, I fear that my report to you has uncommonly mixed news.
To begin with the excellent fortune I've encountered on this assignment, I will be shipping back precisely 363 perfect samples of the indigenous grain, corn, in anticipation of my return. Naturally, this is so that you and the others back home may share in the wonder of its function and beauty as I have found it.
Never would I have suspected that those disarrayed leaves could cradle such plump golden rows, neat and orderly, perfectly arranged on both sides! It was 88 rows in from the south and 88 rows from the east precisely that I spied an open husk, the leaves pulled apart just a fraction, as if enticing the gods themselves to count the kernels of symmetry. Truly, father, this is our reason to protect this earth! ♥ It took only a mere pittance of a few weeks to collect from the three thousand and forty two disappointingly jumbled and disorderly specimens surrounding it, and as such, I hope that you will find it a suitable souvenir.
And now, to the grave situation I have found at this camp... It was no sooner than my first encounter with the infamous zombie, Jam Boree, that I bore witness to the depravity and madness that lay beyond the cornfields in their perfectly regular rows. It reached out to me, as if to catch me in its shambling grip, vowing to devour my mind... It was then that it truly dawned upon me. Three fingers on one hand. Four on the other!
AH! Never have I seen such roughshod reanimation! There have been no preservatives used in the process at all! Imagine! For your soul to be trapped and re-encased in a shell, forever doomed to watch your own self break down at an unpredictable and uneven rate of decomposition! To have one limb just slide off before the other! These terrible creatures don't even have the means to destroy the remaining limb for the sake of evenness. I'm getting goosebumps... for the first time as a death god, I know the horror of the undead. It is a disgusting, wretched and unforgivable plight. I have decided to stay longer in order to put an end to this insanity.
... Or at the very least, beg her to start with formaldehyde and work her way up.
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Remember!
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- If you're going to do the whole "ask me why I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
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Character: Lightning
Series: Final Fantasy XIII
Character Age: 21
Canon: On a world called Cocoon, all facets of life are controlled by god-like creatures called the fal’Cie. So that they can better assert their power, they choose strong-willed individuals at random to carry out tasks called Focuses. By fulfilling these tasks, they get a chance to have eternal life through crystallization-but if they fail, they’ll be turned into monsters. Some of these Focuses are intended to protect Cocoon at large, often from the world below called Pulse, which has a set of fal’Cie of its own. Oddly enough, though, these Pulse fal’Cie are capable of taking Cocoon’s citizens and using them to attack and even destroy Cocoon, and that’s the case with their most recent choices. These individuals have no choice but to fulfill their Focus-unless they decide a path for themselves.
The leader of this group is Lightning-though no one would exactly call her ready and willing to take on the role of worrying about others. With a harder outer shell that makes her seem tough, emotionless, and generally uncaring, Lightning’s drive and relentless determination make her difficult to deal with. Time with the other l’Cie forces her to open up somewhat and show that this armor is meant to hide her insecurities about not knowing how to protect what’s important. It doesn’t mean she strays from her dry, often humorless and brusque tone that makes her already blunt statements harsher, but she uses her own brand of tough love to motivate others. This is because she needs them to keep up their hope and faith to carry her through the toughest of times, when she’s no master of optimism herself. Thankfully, they’re up to the challenge of keeping her uplifted so that she believes that she can make the impossible happen.
Sample Post:
So it looks like you’re all out of luck. Your boss decided to hire me as a one-person execution squad. Just from looking at you, I can see why she only needed one person. You’re barely holding yourselves together. I’m sure you’ve all seen better days-days when you had brains and when you were thought of as scary, rather than pointless nuisances. Now, you can barely even stand tall. According to her instructions, this place is getting too crowded, so you’re what’s gotta go. After all, she’s got new monsters. I’m sure you’ve seen the first batch of them around. Just because they sparkle and have fangs, they think they can strut around thinking they’re good looking and in charge. It’s definitely obnoxious, but they’re better at making this place look good to outsiders.
Complete silence, outside of a few grunts. You’re really just happy with giving up? Well, too bad. As far as I’m concerned, Sayre hired the wrong person for her execution squad. I’m not the person to tell you how to dress sharp or sound like you’re groaning about your lost humanity, but I am gonna tell you that giving up is the wrong idea. That means that you have to stop putting down your arms-you’ll need those later. Without them, you’ll just end up looking like a bunch of idiots. And that’s right: I’m saying that you don’t already. So what if she doesn’t think you’re worth it?
After all, this is your home. But instead of embracing it and making it clear that it belongs to you, you’ve become like the rundown state of some of the cabins. Still, I know what you’re capable of. Sure, I sounded like I doubted you at first, but there’s a reason why she hired me. Put together, I’m the only one strong enough to handle all of you. She was afraid of an uprising, but that hasn’t crossed any of your minds. That’s what I want to change. Between you and me, I’m not impressed by those pretty faces myself. So what if they cater to the whims of the pet tentacle monster? All of you could be an army-as long as you believe it.
It finally looks like you’ve got the right idea. Good. You’re picking up stakes and garlic and aren’t waiting for nightfall to take them down. Decide what kind of world you want. Do you want one where pretty faces and tortured pasts take the cake? Or are you gonna remember whose place this is? It’s Camp Fuck You Die, after all. It’s about time you made good on your word.
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Character: Kandou Jan
Series: Jyuken Sentai Gekiranger
Character Age: 19
Canon: Four thousand years ago, a form of martial arts was created; the Beast-Fist (Jyuken). Brusa Ee was the founder, but was murdered, which led to dissent among his followers. Two schools were created during this split: GekiJyuken, a kenpo of justice and RinJyuken, a kenpo of evil. A civil war happened between these two forces until, finally, the GekiJyuken side won and sealed the three leaders of RinJyuken. But, now, after all these years, a fallen jyuken user reignites the fire of RinJyuken searching for strength, which leads the forces of GekiJyuken to retaliate.
Their retaliation comes in the form of a super hero team called the Jyuken Sentai Gekirangers. The leader is GekiRed, Kandou Jan. Kandou Jan is a feral child; he was raised by tigers and had many forest animals as his friends. He spent his time playing with them until he was found by a member of SCRTC, the company backing the Gekirangers, who saw his potential as a Jyuken user. He was then drafted by the Gekirangers and recieved a pair of Gekichangers. Even though he is the leader, he has a very childish personality and, because of his odd upbringing, he has heightened senses, as well as his own language of repetitive nonsense noises. He is also very bratty, spazzy and often has to get his own way otherwise he'll throw a fit. But he has a kind heart and is pure in a way that most others aren't because of how he was raised.
Note: michi michi = yummy. nyuru nyuru = sticky, slippery. garu garu = scary. kira kira = pretty, sparkly
Sample Post:
Nya, I want to eat all the corn! All of it! It looks really, really michi michi! I'm sure no one will care if I eat some? There's so much of it! I'll just take this and this and that one too! Ahhh, it tastes so good! This place is the best! It's really, really the best! I knew coming this way was the right thing to do! It's better than SCRTC because there's food everywhere! And no one's around to tell me not to eat it all!
Eh? Well, except for him. But- AHH! Why is he falling apart!? Why are all his parts dropping to the ground? Bodies don't work that way! I should help! I should really, really help! Hey, you! Just stand there and I'll get your arm back into that socket! And this leg should go back in, too! Now, let's ta-- Ahh, noooo! You don’t put that there! Wee wee doesn’t go in your mouth! You use that to pee! You're not supposed to do this! Augh, I don't care anymore! You don’t know how to put yourself back together at all! Go fall apart! I'm going to run away and tell on you!
I just need to find someone to tell! Let's see. There are some really michi michi smells coming from that way and some really nyuru nyuru smells coming from over there. Wait, nyuru nyuru? Ahhhhh, the last time I smelled that, really, really garu garu stuff happened! But all the bad guys are beaten up already; there's no way it could be any of them. Nyaaaaaa, I'll go see what it is and if it's a monster I'll beat it up!
Uwa, what's that? Iyaaan, it's so big! Look at all the tentacles! It really is nyuru nyuru! Hey, hey! You! I'm going to name you Nyu Nyu, okay? You don’t mind if I sit next to you, right? You’re really, really kira kira! Here, if I pet you like this you'll go right to sleep. Good girl, Nyu Nyu, just go right to sleep! I'll sleep with you too, okay? Night night!
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Character: Lambdadelta
Series: Umineko no Naku Koro ni
Character Age: Thousands of years old, but appears no older than her early teens.
Canon: When the filthy rich Ushiromiya family gathers at their private island, Rokkenjima - a place permeated by the legend of a witch named Beatrice - for their annual family conference, things don't go quite as planned; a typhoon hits and the family is killed off one by one in a series of closed room murders. Even after everyone is dead, it remains unclear what could have caused their deaths. Was it an intricately planned murder carried out by human hands, or was it a magic ritual of the witch Beatrice? Our now deceased hero, Ushiromiya Battler, vehemently denies that magic could truly exist to cause these murders, and is dragged by the witch Beatrice to a meta-world dimension where the two engage in a game of logic and wits to prove their own explanation of the crime.
Lambdadelta is the Witch of Certainty, capable of traveling through the Fragments (basically equivalent to alternate realities/worlds), and a spectator of Battler and Beatrice's game. At a first glance, she appears to sport a personality that matches her sickeningly cute and pink appearance and eternal sweet tooth: bubbly, childish, comically egotistical, and a bit on the dumb side. In reality, Lambdadelta does have the wisdom and experience befitting her long life, but for now playing the fool is fun and distraction from boredom is what she needs to keep herself going. Unfortunately, her endless search for entertainment has also given birth to quite the sadistic streak, and she is unashamed of getting her jollies from things like laughing at the misfortune of others or finding cannibalism to be a hoot. Still, underneath all the mean-spirited trolling, there is a core of decency and a fondness for those who work hard to achieve their goals - it just might take a little bit of effort to find that.
Sample Post:
Hold the phone and stop the presses! This shabby little game just got a thousand times cooler. You know why? Because the great Lady Lambdadelta is here to do some spectating! Consider yourselves lucky. ☆ You may be suffering and cursing your fate, but at least the world's greatest witch has a front row seat to watch!
Now, you may be thinking, "But Lambdadelta-sama, what is your super cute and fabulous self doing hanging around in a dingy little game board like this?" And okay, yeah, this is isn't exactly a four-star Fragment. Zombies are tacky and I don't even want to know what porno that tentacle monster was fished out of. Not to mention the whole thing just centers around laughing at some poor losers who are stuck here until fate smiles upon them! Usually I pick my games to be a little bit classier. But c'mon, don't tell me you've never found yourself glued to the screen watching some trashy reality TV show out of complete boredom and morbid curiosity? It's like that! Though, heh, I guess this is more of a B-movie than a reality show. Or is that too generous? *giggle*, yeah, this has got to be a C-movie at best!
... Well, I guess I shouldn't say too much. Lady Sayre's efforts are nothing to scoff at, after all. To be able to drag people from all sorts of different Fragments and lock them away at will, she's really quite the frightening witch. She just could stand to improve her style a bit, eheheh!
Anyway, if there's one thing here I have high hopes for right now, that's the cooking, so it better not disappoint! I've heard about this famous Tuesday Soup. And you could really impress me if it comes with some sides, like fried toucan, gorilla teriyaki, maybe some Japanese schoolgirl sashimi~ ♪ There are lots of resources around, so I expect creative things! Just it better not be a total cop-out, like the so-called People Stew is actually just made of spare zombie parts that were lying around or something. Because that would be almost as bad as, like, using Splenda instead of real suga--
... ... Okay, you know what? Forget it. This has officially been downgraded to F-movie material.
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Character: Kasumi Fuu
Series: Samurai Champloo
Character Age: 15
Canon: What do killer hip-hop backbeats and Japan's Edo period have in common? Absolutely nothing. Unless of course we're talking about Samurai Champloo, then they go together like... hip-hop backbeats and Japan's Edo period. You get used to it, really. After a chance meeting that goes terribly wrong, two rogue and rowdy samurai named Jin and Mugen get roped into accompanying a young girl named Fuu and her trusty flying squirrel sidekick through her journey in search of a man with a single description: "a samurai that smells of sunflowers". This samurai turns out to be Fuu's father, who was assumed to have abandoned her and her ill mother many, many years ago.
Aside from the rather depressing backstory, Fuu is a typical girl of her age. She wears lots of pink, she's got a cute face, she talks (a lot), and she's got tough skin and a strong backbone that one would obviously need to deal with her self-appointed bodyguards through her trip, who tend to be within a breath's time of either killing someone else or themselves. Even with the hard upbringing and dangerous situations she finds herself in, Fuu knows how to watch her back... whenever her slight gullible nature doesn't rear its head of course. This doesn't douse her spirits though, which tend to be rather high. The only thing that's as infinite as her youthful charisma and spunky attitude is her appetite. For a 15 year old girl who physically shouldn't be able to pig out on much of anything due to the length of time she goes starving (days, possibly a week or two), the kid can eat. As per her motto, "there's always room for free food".
Note: Fuu is from the end of the series.
Sample Post:
You're kidding me, right? You are, I know it! Hey, stop mumbling over there and answer me! Please tell me this is just some cruel joke. I-I can handle that, really! I mean, this is just ridiculous! Of all the things that can possibly happen to me, it had to be this? I thought I'd escaped all that horrible luck. An entire farm filled with cornfields and there's no corn? Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've eaten?!
Don't just point at those cows and sheep! Do you really think I'm the type of person that can go around slaughtering animals all on my own? Besides, they don't look anywhere near edible. I'm not some kind of idiot. And don't even think of pointing out that giant... octopus thing. I saw it, and I'm not getting anywhere near it. ...even if some takoyaki sounds really good right about now.
Okay, listen. I don't care anymore. Just please please please point me in a direction where I can get some actual food. I feel like I'm just going to die any moment, my whole body could fall apart. --yeah, like that. Wait, is that supposed to be some kind of joke? Pick that up already. I'm not doing it for you. Jeez, maybe I'm not so bad off afterall. Um, I guess we could share something? I'll hand over one-third of whatever I can find, but that's only if we find anything. This is a whole lot easier when you're with a group of people and they can look for food with you. Then again, this means I've got more for myself. It's been a long time since I've eaten on my own. I remember this saying, from a shop owner I worked for a long time ago. He used to tell his customers that food always tastes better when you eat with other people. I never thought about it but, I wonder if that's really true.
...what am I doing reminiscing about something so sappy like that. In fact, you know what? I don't care how intimidating this "Marcy" is. I'm starving so I'm eating whatever I can get my hands on! And, hey, there's more people around here, right? I saw them earlier. Maybe if we all gathered together then we could definitely take her down! Sure it means more portions to go around but from the looks of it it seems like you all don't eat much. If at all. Oh, what are you saying? Br... brans? Bread? That's not really filling.
Anyways, I think that just about settles everything. Alright, we've got our plan so let's go on ahe-- ...h-hey, where are you going? We're not supposed to go that way, it's this way! Are you listening to me? Hey! Are you ditching me?! Fine, starve to death! See if I care!
Who's laughing? Oh, it's just those birds. ...t-talking birds! Wait, birds... yakitori would be great. Huh? What do you mean, "beware tentacles"? Are you talking about that octopus? Do you know where it is? ...she's expecting me? That sounds a little weird. Why would an octopus expect me--
...THAT'S DISGUSTING!
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Character: Death the Kid
Series: Soul Eater (manga)
Character Age: Early teens
Canon: In the world of Soul Eater, there is an institute that offers instruction only to people with certain extraordinary abilities and powers. Namely, individuals who can turn into weapons, and those who can wield them. This academy, run by a mysterious entity known as Shinigami-sama, teaches them to keep peace of the world for humans, they fight against and within madness, and most of all, they keep balance and order in the world.
... Speaking of balance and order: Shinigami-sama has a son. This child of a god is perfect, powerful and precise. He has a driving sense of honor, holds himself with dignity, and is quietly kind with the few he calls friends. It's just his sense of aesthetics that gets him. Really gets him. Ridiculously gets him. Left to right symmetry, to Kid, is the source of all beauty in the world. He is both absolutely helpless in front of it and easily enraged or depressed when it is broken. He passes out for a week when his bangs are cut. He gives up on his worth in life when he hasn't folded the end of toilet paper into a perfect triangle. He is distracted to the point of losing when something is just a little out of place.
In short, about 50% of the time Kid is absolutely, completely perfect. And about 50% of the time, he's perfectly, absolutely useless. It really IS balance, in a way.
Sample Post:
Father, I fear that my report to you has uncommonly mixed news.
To begin with the excellent fortune I've encountered on this assignment, I will be shipping back precisely 363 perfect samples of the indigenous grain, corn, in anticipation of my return. Naturally, this is so that you and the others back home may share in the wonder of its function and beauty as I have found it.
Never would I have suspected that those disarrayed leaves could cradle such plump golden rows, neat and orderly, perfectly arranged on both sides! It was 88 rows in from the south and 88 rows from the east precisely that I spied an open husk, the leaves pulled apart just a fraction, as if enticing the gods themselves to count the kernels of symmetry. Truly, father, this is our reason to protect this earth! ♥ It took only a mere pittance of a few weeks to collect from the three thousand and forty two disappointingly jumbled and disorderly specimens surrounding it, and as such, I hope that you will find it a suitable souvenir.
And now, to the grave situation I have found at this camp... It was no sooner than my first encounter with the infamous zombie, Jam Boree, that I bore witness to the depravity and madness that lay beyond the cornfields in their perfectly regular rows. It reached out to me, as if to catch me in its shambling grip, vowing to devour my mind... It was then that it truly dawned upon me. Three fingers on one hand. Four on the other!
AH! Never have I seen such roughshod reanimation! There have been no preservatives used in the process at all! Imagine! For your soul to be trapped and re-encased in a shell, forever doomed to watch your own self break down at an unpredictable and uneven rate of decomposition! To have one limb just slide off before the other! These terrible creatures don't even have the means to destroy the remaining limb for the sake of evenness. I'm getting goosebumps... for the first time as a death god, I know the horror of the undead. It is a disgusting, wretched and unforgivable plight. I have decided to stay longer in order to put an end to this insanity.
... Or at the very least, beg her to start with formaldehyde and work her way up.
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