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Aaaaand now we are doing more campers! Just to keep you on your toes. We are switching back and forth to keep things fresh, yes. This particular batch has a theme. :3
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- 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!
Now VOTE. Closed!
Character: Robin/Dick Grayson
Series: Young Justice (TV)
Character Age: 13
Canon: There comes a time in every sidekick’s life when they crave independence, and yearn to prove that they’re more than just a flashy accessory to a superhero. In Young Justice, the Justice League trains and mentors a group of young crimefighters as they form their own covert operations team, learning to be superheroes while also dealing with the normal troubles of being a teenager.
Robin is the youngest member of the team, but he has far and away the most experience fighting crime, having been Batman's sidekick since the age of nine. He's a skilled acrobat, an excellent detective and a master hacker, and he knows all of it. Robin’s confidence in his own abilities often causes him to come across as cocky, and his young age and sense of humor means he’s way more flippant about his crimefighting duties than some people would find appropriate. Robin usually means well, especially when it comes to teasing people he likes, but he’s still working on being respectful when necessary.
Robin also really enjoys puns and butchering the English language (no one tell him that "aster" isn't the opposite of "disaster").
Sample Post:
Look, I’m sure you’re a really heroic bird, and I’m totally flattered by the offer, but I just don’t think Robins and toucans were meant to be together. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m from Gotham City, you’re from the Amazon rainforest... besides a mutual interest in justice and picking people’s brains, we really don’t have that much in common. Plus, no offense, but I already have a mentor, and I’m preeetty sure bats trump toucans on the metaphorical crime-fighting food chain. Not that being a psychic vigilante bird isn’t a sweet setup too, but seriously: the cape, the car, the utility belt, the ability to actually fasten said utility belt with his opposable thumbs... it’s kinda hard to beat. Plus I’m kinda trying to distance myself from the whole “sidekick” thing anyway.
Aw, come on, dude, don’t be disappointed. Not even close! Be appointed! What this farm needs is a hero, and you’ve got a promising career ahead of you already. I mean, for one thing, I love what you’ve done with the place. Sure, the Toucanbarn doesn’t have quite the same ring as the Batcave, but hey, we’ve all gotta start somewhere. And yeah, a robot cow’s no Batmobile, but you know what? If it works for you, I think you should roll with it. It kinda works with this whole creepily-rustic-yet-weirdly-scientific theme you’ve got going here. You’ve got a good thing going. I’m sure with enough time and dedication, you too can strike fear into the hearts of farmgoing evildoers everywhere.
Actually, I’m curious. Do you guys even get a lot of those? I mean, besides the zombies. ‘Cause between you and me? Those guys are dead on their feet! And I don’t think they’ve got a lot going on in the brains department, either. I mean, yeah, it’s not too bad for a career warmup -- everyone’s gotta learn the ropes somehow, and it’s usually with something totally lame like that -- but it seems like they’d get old fast. And dude, you’re better than that. You deserve to move up to the big leagues. Between you and me, I bet the giant squid in the corn silo could do with some arch-rivaling!
You know, I think we’ve really gotten to know each other in the short time since you kidnapped me to fulfill your inherent nesting-slash-crimefighting instincts. (No hard feelings, by the way. It’s not even close to the craziest thing that’s happened to me this week.) So can I give you just one last piece of advice, from one superhero to another? Find a cape, a mask, something nice off that underwear tree, and a starry-eyed young gorilla to take under your wing. After that, the sky’s the limit!
Poll Vote!
Character: Wally West / "Kid Flash"
Series: Young Justice (TV)
Character Age: 15
Canon: Teenage superheroes get their own private base to run covert operations out of for their famous Justice League mentors. Chaos ensues. One of the aforementioned teenage superheroes is Wally West, better known as "Kid Flash", nephew and protege of The Flash. Just like his mentor, experimental chemicals mixed with a lightning strike granted him super-human speed and the reflexes and metabolism to match.
Wally likes to think himself as much of a ladies' man as he is a superhero, and - much to the annoyance of his teammates - always has a lame flirty quip at the ready. A jokester, Wally is always quick (see what I did there) to comment lightly on most situations. Feeling that the world moves too slow, he is impatient and often rushes into situations before thinking. He's also a science whiz, and his belief in science is so absolute that he refuses to believe in any sort of magic, even when it’s right in front of his face.
Sample App:
Hey, do you have a map? Because I think I'm lost. Lost in your eyes, beautiful. ...Guess you're kinda the masked, mysterious, quiet type, huh? S'cool. It's totally normal for ladies to be struck speechless by me. The name's Kid Flash, and you can consider me your own personal hero. So, what kind of hero-ing do you need? I make an especially fine bodyguard, and believe me, your body looks especially fine.
--Whoa! Okay! Not so much with the guarding bodies that are falling apart. Gross. Guess that whole lack of lower jaw thing explains the quiet. Why don't you just cover that back up. There you go. Now lets get you to a doctor. This is some seriously advanced leprosy. Or. Something? Oh come on, don't start moaning about brains! Zombies aren't real. Short of viruses escaped from some lab that cause brain inflammation and-- Huh? A brochure advertising this place as a magical zombie summer camp. Uh-huh.
Okay, "magical loopy barrier"? So not magic. It's so obviously a Möbius strip-based teleportation field. And those "psychic" toucans? Advanced robotics with telepathic mind rays. Purple gorillas? DNA modification experiment gone kinda weird. Absolutely nothing magical here, all just totally normal science. I'll admit I'm curious how you get ladies' underwear to grow on a tree though. I definitely need to see that one for myself. Back in a flash!
Haha, get it? Because I'm Kid Flash? Genius.
Poll Vote!
Character: M'gann M'orzz/Miss Martian/Megan Morse
Series: Young Justice (TV series)
Character Age: 48 chronologically, but physiologically 16
Canon: After being belittled by the Justice League for too long, their sidekicks proteges decide to form their own team, Young Justice. Together they fight crime, punch monsters, and learn how to be just a little bit human.
Probably the least human out of all of them is M'gann M'orzz, or Miss Martian. As her codename implies, she is a green Martian, niece of J'onn J'onzz. All M'gann knows about Earth she learned from old sitcoms, but what she learned about baking could use some improvement. Regular socialising sometimes eludes her, as well. It doesn't help that since her arrival, she's been thrown in with a bunch of teenage vigilantes, of whom the most normal is considered Robin. In contrast to the rest of her teammates, M'gann is somewhat naive, with a cheerful and bubbly nature. She tries to see the good in everyone, and offers friendship in the tensest of situations. That doesn't mean she isn't capable of kicking some serious ass, though. Armed with telepathy, telekinesis, shapeshifting, flight, and not to mention her bio-ship, Miss Martian is one of the most formidable members of Young Justice.
Sample Post:
Hello, everyone, and welcome to the very first Inter-Planetary Green Solidarity tea! I see not everyone brought things for the potluck but it's fine! I definitely made enough cookies to share. Especially if you don't mind them a little uh, crispy. And sometimes chewy. And also flaky. And maybe a bit... wet? You know what, just stick to the tea. That can't hurt anyone, right? Right?
Moving on... We're here today because people of our skin colour have been discriminated against for years! At least, that's what you told me. I mean, my friends don't seem to mind. Besides, on Mars we can be whatever colour we want! And whatever shape, too! But if you guys say you're unhappy, then I guess it's my duty as Martian ambassador to help find a solution. Like you guys said, It's not easy being green! Or grey. ...You should probably get that checked out. They might have a cream or something? I don't really know that much about Earth medicine yet. I did watch this movie once that was set in a hospital. And there were clowns? I've never really seen the appeal.
One thing I know for sure about Earth is they like it when you're um... friendly! Not just on the inside, but on the outside! So the first thing you have to do is learn how to project an aura of y'know, approachability. Body language is really important. I find it helps to practice your expressions in the mirror! Like, this is surprised. And this one is happy, but not too happy. The kind of happy you get when you think about puppies. There are a lot of muscles to think about, and sometimes you have to co-ordinate it with your tone of voice? Communicating telepathically is soooo much easier, but they don't like that here. I kind of learned that the hard way. That's a good rule, actually. Absolutely no mind-reading. Unless they're bad guys. I'm not sure why I'm telling you this since you don't actually have the brains for it. No offense! It's just y'know. Earth brains. Martian brains. Totally different.
Hello, Megan! That's what you guys can bond over! Regular people love brains too, you know. Wally's always saying the only thing Robin's got going for him is his big brain. I'm sure if we work together, we can get some serious braining done!
Poll Vote!
Character: Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler
Series: X-men: Evolution
Character Age: 17
Canon: Thought high school was tough? Well, it’s nothing compared to what the teenaged mutants of Bayville High have to deal with. X-Men: Evolution is about the X-Men going through their awkward teenage years and battling to save the world, all before that big chemistry test on Monday. As if the horrors of public education weren’t enough, this band of kids also have to figure out how to properly control their mutant powers and show humans that they’re just like everyone else. They go through rigorous training sessions and dangerous missions on top of their schoolwork, all for the sake of being able to live in peace one day. This animated series is just as much about beating the bad guys as it is about graduating in one piece-literally.
One of these X-Men is Kurt, the teleporting jokester of the team. Although he takes his studies seriously, Kurt has a reputation for being the class clown and goofing off, and his carefree attitude gets him into trouble. Like any other high school student, Kurt has a love for junk food, music, and general pop culture. He is self-conscious about his fuzzy appearance, but with the help of a holowatch that allows him to pass as normal he is able to appear quite confident and flirt with pretty girls. Overall, Kurt is a rather caring individual who is quick to forgive others, even if he isn’t willing to trust them.
Note: Kurt has a pseudo-German accent in the show, but for the sake of readability I am not transcribing it.
Sample Post:
Whoa, I think I had one too many sodas last night. Where the heck did I port myself? It looks like someone vomited half of a city into a cornfield and just left it here. If that wasn’t weird enough, there are a ton of people in zombie costumes all over the place. Somebody seriously needs to get them some coffee, they look completely dead. Or undead, I should say. And jeez, something from the mess hall smells like it could kill an elephant. I guess that’s what they get for making something called-cerebral soup? Who the heck calls something that? I may be a growing teenage boy, but even I have limits to what I’ll eat…hey, wait a second! I know exactly what’s going on!
This is a movie set! That explains everything: the corn, the set, the costumes, the…soup…okay, maybe not the soup. But that’s probably just some friendly joke between the cast members! They wouldn’t really make a soup out of brains. But they’d need all kinds of different sets for shooting scenes, and they’d need to have their costumes on in case they’re needed. Maybe the soup helps them stay in character. Hey, do you think can I be an extra? You can even pay me in breakfast burgers-no, I’ll pass on the soup. The point isn’t how I’m paid, anyways: it’s all about the fame. The chicks dig a guy in showbiz. I’m, ah, a bit more suited for a monster movie though. You wouldn’t happen to be doing one of those too, would you? Look, I’ve even got the costume ready and everything. Of course it’s a costume, who’s really this fuzzy and blue? Besides sad kittens, that is. Hahaha…ha…anyways.
I hope you’ll seriously reconsider the zombie thing. Zombie movies are totally eighties! It would be like trying to bring a mullet or those ridiculous shoulder pads back into style. Like anyone will get back into those. You should try something original, like an Action-Adventure-Horror-Science Fiction movie! Trust me, it would be a smash hit. Don’t lose your head over it, dude, I’m not saying you need to toss your whole set. We can work with this! Install a few laser turrets, an evil and passive-aggressive AI, and a nice weapons system and we’ll be good to go. Every good movie needs explosions. Don’t worry about the weapons system; I can totally hook you up. Of course, you’ll need a dashing fuzzy hero, and would you know it? I know the perfect guy for the role.
So, do you think I have what it takes to make it big? I’ve got the moves, the style, the organs-wait, the what? Sorry dude, I think I’m gonna have to pass on that one. I could never be an organ donor; my heart wouldn’t be in it.
Poll Vote!
Character: Rogue
Series: X-Men: Evolution http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X-Men:_Evolution
Character Age: 18
Canon: What do you get when you mix a bunch of teenage kids, a free mansion to live in, special powers, and near to no parental supervision? X-men:Evolution and a hell of a lot of property damage. In X-Men: Evolution, Charles Xavier founded the Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters for teens with special powers due to a genetic mutation. Unfortunately, there are other mutants who feel that they are the next evolution of the human species and try to thwart Xavier’s dream for peace as well as humans who feel that these people with special powers are nothing more than freaks and should be treated as such. Due to the constant threat to mutants, Xavier and the other teachers at the mansion train their students to fight and use their powers responsibly in a specialized room fully equipped with weapons and holograms, known as the Danger Room.
Rogue is one of the teens living at the Xavier Institute with the uncontrollable ability to absorb anyone she touches. Because of her lack of control over her abilities, she sees herself as a hazard to her friends and tends to avoid people in order to prevent herself from hurting them. She takes great measures to avoid any mishaps, dressing like a goth and covering herself from head to toe in dark clothes and heavy makeup. Rogue’s fashion choices also have the added bonus of helping her avoid people, even before her surly attitude and snarky comments can ward them off. Although she speaks with a Southern accent, don’t let it fool you- she’s much more likely to throw a punch than bat an eyelash. Despite what she might believe, she does have some redeeming qualities, one being her fierce loyalty to her friends and having a caring heart underneath her tough exterior being another.
Sample Post:
‘Camp Fuck You Die’ Ha ha guys, real funny. But don’t ya think it should be the other way around, since I’m not the one who’s gonna be unconscious after the fact. And ya didn’t have to be so vulgar either. I mean, really, a simple ‘Camp Kiss They Die’ or even ‘Camp Touch They Die’ woulda gotten the point across just fine. Well I’m warning you now, as soon as I finish this simulation I’m coming after you, ya hear me? I’ll teach you not to throw me to the Danger Room when I’m asleep. Even if I don’t exactly remember falling asleep…
And seriously, what’s with all the corn? I mean, yeah I get it, I’m from Mississippi and all, but really? Is this supposed to make me nostalgic or something? Because really it’s just doing the opposite. God I’m glad I left all those stupid cornfields behind when I came to the Institute. Couldn’t ya at least give me something to fight? All I’m doing is wandering through corn, which is making me really bored and really angry. This is NOT funny, you hear me up there? Seriously, the longer I’m stuck in here the worse it’s gonna be for you. As soon as I beat this sim I’m gonna find you and give you a piece o’ my mind.
Ok, the corn was one thing, but cows? I didn’t even like the cows back home, always thought sneaking out to mess with them was a stupid idea. You guys are really just trying to piss me off now, aren’t you? Wait a sec, are those…do those cows have fangs? Just because I like Dracula does NOT mean I would like vampire cows! That is the last straw, whoever threw me in this sorry excuse for a DR session is getting their butt handed to them, ya hear me? Be afraid, I will find you! ‘Sides, there ain’t even anything here for me to fight, just a bunch of corn and vampire cows. If ya’ll are gonna put me in a sim, at least make it worth my time.
Wait, WHAT is on top of that silo? That is not what I meant when I said make it worth my time! There is no way I am fighting THAT. Just because I wanted a fight, doesn’t mean I’m crazy enough to get killed. That’s it. This has to be one of Wolverine’s crazy simulations or something. End the simulation. End Simulation. END SIMULATION. End simulation?
…Guys?
Poll Vote!
Character: Loki
Series: Journey Into Mystery (Thor)
Character Age: 12-14 in appearance
Canon: No one in Asgard was pleased when Thor, son of Odin and thunder god-turned-superhero, resurrected his brother Loki--understandable, considering the huge part Loki played in their recent near-downfall, and also the fact that he was a liar and all-around giant douchebag. Fortunately for them, the treacherous God of Mischief was reincarnated as a young street rat with no memory of his former villainy, his hatred of his brother, or that he was in fact an Asgardian god. After Thor found him, he restored part of Loki's former identity, including a deep sense of guilt for whatever horrible things he did in his former life. Upon returning to Asgard, a series of strange events culminated in a meeting with a ghost of his former, villainous self. Not terribly impressed by the things his ghost had to say, the new Loki banished the old Loki into the form of a magpie, because he wanted to live their life his own way--the magpie became his "minion and opposite," occasionally offering advice of questionable motivation.
While Loki is no longer the wicked, manipulative antagonist he used to be, he retains some of his other traits. Still a gifted magician, he is endlessly clever, intelligent, sharp-tongued, and not above getting creative with the rules in order to achieve his goals--fortunately, his goals are now in the best interest of more than just himself. However, the vast majority of his people do not trust him, and many want him dead (again), so Loki spends much of his time holed up in a room atop a tower with his books and his cell phone, which he won gambling with dwarves and uses to learn about their adoptive world, Earth, via the internet. Due to his reincarnation as a modern kid and possibly also because of aforementioned internet usage, he speaks in a more casual manner than other Asgardians. His curiosity is nearly insatiable, but not inappropriate for one dubbed the God of Mischief.
Sample Post:
Okay. For the moment, I'm going to go ahead and ignore the fact that there are reanimated corpses shambling about. I'll even turn a blind eye to the giant squid monster making eyes at me from the top of that silo--I'm a generous guy, you see. With that said, Lady Sayre, could we turn our attention to the murder charge on hand? Look, I know I've made a few... mistakes. Big ones, even. To say that I'm a changed man would be woefully understating it, but the bottom line is that I didn't kill your fiance. I mean, I probably didn't. I have a hard time believing I would have garnered much amusement from killing one random guy who probably never did anything significant to begin with.
...I guess that was a bit harsh. My apologies. I'm sure your fiance was a fine man. Actually, let's revisit the whole walking dead situation--isn't it possible that one of these... things... is him? I mean, why else would you be keeping monstrosities like these around on your property? Why are the dead allowed to remain in the world of the living? Why is one of them attempting to disrobe me? Do any of these questions have answers?
Oh, and speaking of answers, these strange tropical birds you've clearly enlisted in your witch hunt will not be getting any from me. I must commend your sorcery, though--the fact that they can communicate telepathically is impressive. Unfortunately, this wasn't even the first bird I've encountered who could do that, and the former was much more eloquent. Contrary to what you and your magic birds might believe, I've little interest on what happened on "Jersey Shore" last night--even less so now that I've looked it up on the internet--so if you'll pardon my critique, I feel you might need further training as a sorceress. I could teach you, of course, but I'm afraid I'd have to charge.
On the other hand, the magic barrier you've constructed seems quite strong. Even I'm having a bit of trouble trying to thwart it. Bravo. However, I've already told you I'm not responsible for your fiance's demise, my phone has no bars, and I'm growing tired of this idiocy, so I think it's about time you let me go. Failing that, I'm fairly sure I could manage to convince your resident kraken to see my side of the story. Surely we can reach an agreement, Lady Sayre; I'd hate to see you end up getting what the humans of the internet call "owned."
Poll Vote!
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- 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!
Now VOTE. Closed!
Character: Robin/Dick Grayson
Series: Young Justice (TV)
Character Age: 13
Canon: There comes a time in every sidekick’s life when they crave independence, and yearn to prove that they’re more than just a flashy accessory to a superhero. In Young Justice, the Justice League trains and mentors a group of young crimefighters as they form their own covert operations team, learning to be superheroes while also dealing with the normal troubles of being a teenager.
Robin is the youngest member of the team, but he has far and away the most experience fighting crime, having been Batman's sidekick since the age of nine. He's a skilled acrobat, an excellent detective and a master hacker, and he knows all of it. Robin’s confidence in his own abilities often causes him to come across as cocky, and his young age and sense of humor means he’s way more flippant about his crimefighting duties than some people would find appropriate. Robin usually means well, especially when it comes to teasing people he likes, but he’s still working on being respectful when necessary.
Robin also really enjoys puns and butchering the English language (no one tell him that "aster" isn't the opposite of "disaster").
Sample Post:
Look, I’m sure you’re a really heroic bird, and I’m totally flattered by the offer, but I just don’t think Robins and toucans were meant to be together. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m from Gotham City, you’re from the Amazon rainforest... besides a mutual interest in justice and picking people’s brains, we really don’t have that much in common. Plus, no offense, but I already have a mentor, and I’m preeetty sure bats trump toucans on the metaphorical crime-fighting food chain. Not that being a psychic vigilante bird isn’t a sweet setup too, but seriously: the cape, the car, the utility belt, the ability to actually fasten said utility belt with his opposable thumbs... it’s kinda hard to beat. Plus I’m kinda trying to distance myself from the whole “sidekick” thing anyway.
Aw, come on, dude, don’t be disappointed. Not even close! Be appointed! What this farm needs is a hero, and you’ve got a promising career ahead of you already. I mean, for one thing, I love what you’ve done with the place. Sure, the Toucanbarn doesn’t have quite the same ring as the Batcave, but hey, we’ve all gotta start somewhere. And yeah, a robot cow’s no Batmobile, but you know what? If it works for you, I think you should roll with it. It kinda works with this whole creepily-rustic-yet-weirdly-scientific theme you’ve got going here. You’ve got a good thing going. I’m sure with enough time and dedication, you too can strike fear into the hearts of farmgoing evildoers everywhere.
Actually, I’m curious. Do you guys even get a lot of those? I mean, besides the zombies. ‘Cause between you and me? Those guys are dead on their feet! And I don’t think they’ve got a lot going on in the brains department, either. I mean, yeah, it’s not too bad for a career warmup -- everyone’s gotta learn the ropes somehow, and it’s usually with something totally lame like that -- but it seems like they’d get old fast. And dude, you’re better than that. You deserve to move up to the big leagues. Between you and me, I bet the giant squid in the corn silo could do with some arch-rivaling!
You know, I think we’ve really gotten to know each other in the short time since you kidnapped me to fulfill your inherent nesting-slash-crimefighting instincts. (No hard feelings, by the way. It’s not even close to the craziest thing that’s happened to me this week.) So can I give you just one last piece of advice, from one superhero to another? Find a cape, a mask, something nice off that underwear tree, and a starry-eyed young gorilla to take under your wing. After that, the sky’s the limit!
Poll Vote!
Character: Wally West / "Kid Flash"
Series: Young Justice (TV)
Character Age: 15
Canon: Teenage superheroes get their own private base to run covert operations out of for their famous Justice League mentors. Chaos ensues. One of the aforementioned teenage superheroes is Wally West, better known as "Kid Flash", nephew and protege of The Flash. Just like his mentor, experimental chemicals mixed with a lightning strike granted him super-human speed and the reflexes and metabolism to match.
Wally likes to think himself as much of a ladies' man as he is a superhero, and - much to the annoyance of his teammates - always has a lame flirty quip at the ready. A jokester, Wally is always quick (see what I did there) to comment lightly on most situations. Feeling that the world moves too slow, he is impatient and often rushes into situations before thinking. He's also a science whiz, and his belief in science is so absolute that he refuses to believe in any sort of magic, even when it’s right in front of his face.
Sample App:
Hey, do you have a map? Because I think I'm lost. Lost in your eyes, beautiful. ...Guess you're kinda the masked, mysterious, quiet type, huh? S'cool. It's totally normal for ladies to be struck speechless by me. The name's Kid Flash, and you can consider me your own personal hero. So, what kind of hero-ing do you need? I make an especially fine bodyguard, and believe me, your body looks especially fine.
--Whoa! Okay! Not so much with the guarding bodies that are falling apart. Gross. Guess that whole lack of lower jaw thing explains the quiet. Why don't you just cover that back up. There you go. Now lets get you to a doctor. This is some seriously advanced leprosy. Or. Something? Oh come on, don't start moaning about brains! Zombies aren't real. Short of viruses escaped from some lab that cause brain inflammation and-- Huh? A brochure advertising this place as a magical zombie summer camp. Uh-huh.
Okay, "magical loopy barrier"? So not magic. It's so obviously a Möbius strip-based teleportation field. And those "psychic" toucans? Advanced robotics with telepathic mind rays. Purple gorillas? DNA modification experiment gone kinda weird. Absolutely nothing magical here, all just totally normal science. I'll admit I'm curious how you get ladies' underwear to grow on a tree though. I definitely need to see that one for myself. Back in a flash!
Haha, get it? Because I'm Kid Flash? Genius.
Poll Vote!
Character: M'gann M'orzz/Miss Martian/Megan Morse
Series: Young Justice (TV series)
Character Age: 48 chronologically, but physiologically 16
Canon: After being belittled by the Justice League for too long, their sidekicks proteges decide to form their own team, Young Justice. Together they fight crime, punch monsters, and learn how to be just a little bit human.
Probably the least human out of all of them is M'gann M'orzz, or Miss Martian. As her codename implies, she is a green Martian, niece of J'onn J'onzz. All M'gann knows about Earth she learned from old sitcoms, but what she learned about baking could use some improvement. Regular socialising sometimes eludes her, as well. It doesn't help that since her arrival, she's been thrown in with a bunch of teenage vigilantes, of whom the most normal is considered Robin. In contrast to the rest of her teammates, M'gann is somewhat naive, with a cheerful and bubbly nature. She tries to see the good in everyone, and offers friendship in the tensest of situations. That doesn't mean she isn't capable of kicking some serious ass, though. Armed with telepathy, telekinesis, shapeshifting, flight, and not to mention her bio-ship, Miss Martian is one of the most formidable members of Young Justice.
Sample Post:
Hello, everyone, and welcome to the very first Inter-Planetary Green Solidarity tea! I see not everyone brought things for the potluck but it's fine! I definitely made enough cookies to share. Especially if you don't mind them a little uh, crispy. And sometimes chewy. And also flaky. And maybe a bit... wet? You know what, just stick to the tea. That can't hurt anyone, right? Right?
Moving on... We're here today because people of our skin colour have been discriminated against for years! At least, that's what you told me. I mean, my friends don't seem to mind. Besides, on Mars we can be whatever colour we want! And whatever shape, too! But if you guys say you're unhappy, then I guess it's my duty as Martian ambassador to help find a solution. Like you guys said, It's not easy being green! Or grey. ...You should probably get that checked out. They might have a cream or something? I don't really know that much about Earth medicine yet. I did watch this movie once that was set in a hospital. And there were clowns? I've never really seen the appeal.
One thing I know for sure about Earth is they like it when you're um... friendly! Not just on the inside, but on the outside! So the first thing you have to do is learn how to project an aura of y'know, approachability. Body language is really important. I find it helps to practice your expressions in the mirror! Like, this is surprised. And this one is happy, but not too happy. The kind of happy you get when you think about puppies. There are a lot of muscles to think about, and sometimes you have to co-ordinate it with your tone of voice? Communicating telepathically is soooo much easier, but they don't like that here. I kind of learned that the hard way. That's a good rule, actually. Absolutely no mind-reading. Unless they're bad guys. I'm not sure why I'm telling you this since you don't actually have the brains for it. No offense! It's just y'know. Earth brains. Martian brains. Totally different.
Hello, Megan! That's what you guys can bond over! Regular people love brains too, you know. Wally's always saying the only thing Robin's got going for him is his big brain. I'm sure if we work together, we can get some serious braining done!
Poll Vote!
Character: Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler
Series: X-men: Evolution
Character Age: 17
Canon: Thought high school was tough? Well, it’s nothing compared to what the teenaged mutants of Bayville High have to deal with. X-Men: Evolution is about the X-Men going through their awkward teenage years and battling to save the world, all before that big chemistry test on Monday. As if the horrors of public education weren’t enough, this band of kids also have to figure out how to properly control their mutant powers and show humans that they’re just like everyone else. They go through rigorous training sessions and dangerous missions on top of their schoolwork, all for the sake of being able to live in peace one day. This animated series is just as much about beating the bad guys as it is about graduating in one piece-literally.
One of these X-Men is Kurt, the teleporting jokester of the team. Although he takes his studies seriously, Kurt has a reputation for being the class clown and goofing off, and his carefree attitude gets him into trouble. Like any other high school student, Kurt has a love for junk food, music, and general pop culture. He is self-conscious about his fuzzy appearance, but with the help of a holowatch that allows him to pass as normal he is able to appear quite confident and flirt with pretty girls. Overall, Kurt is a rather caring individual who is quick to forgive others, even if he isn’t willing to trust them.
Note: Kurt has a pseudo-German accent in the show, but for the sake of readability I am not transcribing it.
Sample Post:
Whoa, I think I had one too many sodas last night. Where the heck did I port myself? It looks like someone vomited half of a city into a cornfield and just left it here. If that wasn’t weird enough, there are a ton of people in zombie costumes all over the place. Somebody seriously needs to get them some coffee, they look completely dead. Or undead, I should say. And jeez, something from the mess hall smells like it could kill an elephant. I guess that’s what they get for making something called-cerebral soup? Who the heck calls something that? I may be a growing teenage boy, but even I have limits to what I’ll eat…hey, wait a second! I know exactly what’s going on!
This is a movie set! That explains everything: the corn, the set, the costumes, the…soup…okay, maybe not the soup. But that’s probably just some friendly joke between the cast members! They wouldn’t really make a soup out of brains. But they’d need all kinds of different sets for shooting scenes, and they’d need to have their costumes on in case they’re needed. Maybe the soup helps them stay in character. Hey, do you think can I be an extra? You can even pay me in breakfast burgers-no, I’ll pass on the soup. The point isn’t how I’m paid, anyways: it’s all about the fame. The chicks dig a guy in showbiz. I’m, ah, a bit more suited for a monster movie though. You wouldn’t happen to be doing one of those too, would you? Look, I’ve even got the costume ready and everything. Of course it’s a costume, who’s really this fuzzy and blue? Besides sad kittens, that is. Hahaha…ha…anyways.
I hope you’ll seriously reconsider the zombie thing. Zombie movies are totally eighties! It would be like trying to bring a mullet or those ridiculous shoulder pads back into style. Like anyone will get back into those. You should try something original, like an Action-Adventure-Horror-Science Fiction movie! Trust me, it would be a smash hit. Don’t lose your head over it, dude, I’m not saying you need to toss your whole set. We can work with this! Install a few laser turrets, an evil and passive-aggressive AI, and a nice weapons system and we’ll be good to go. Every good movie needs explosions. Don’t worry about the weapons system; I can totally hook you up. Of course, you’ll need a dashing fuzzy hero, and would you know it? I know the perfect guy for the role.
So, do you think I have what it takes to make it big? I’ve got the moves, the style, the organs-wait, the what? Sorry dude, I think I’m gonna have to pass on that one. I could never be an organ donor; my heart wouldn’t be in it.
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Character: Rogue
Series: X-Men: Evolution http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X-Men:_Evolution
Character Age: 18
Canon: What do you get when you mix a bunch of teenage kids, a free mansion to live in, special powers, and near to no parental supervision? X-men:Evolution and a hell of a lot of property damage. In X-Men: Evolution, Charles Xavier founded the Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters for teens with special powers due to a genetic mutation. Unfortunately, there are other mutants who feel that they are the next evolution of the human species and try to thwart Xavier’s dream for peace as well as humans who feel that these people with special powers are nothing more than freaks and should be treated as such. Due to the constant threat to mutants, Xavier and the other teachers at the mansion train their students to fight and use their powers responsibly in a specialized room fully equipped with weapons and holograms, known as the Danger Room.
Rogue is one of the teens living at the Xavier Institute with the uncontrollable ability to absorb anyone she touches. Because of her lack of control over her abilities, she sees herself as a hazard to her friends and tends to avoid people in order to prevent herself from hurting them. She takes great measures to avoid any mishaps, dressing like a goth and covering herself from head to toe in dark clothes and heavy makeup. Rogue’s fashion choices also have the added bonus of helping her avoid people, even before her surly attitude and snarky comments can ward them off. Although she speaks with a Southern accent, don’t let it fool you- she’s much more likely to throw a punch than bat an eyelash. Despite what she might believe, she does have some redeeming qualities, one being her fierce loyalty to her friends and having a caring heart underneath her tough exterior being another.
Sample Post:
‘Camp Fuck You Die’ Ha ha guys, real funny. But don’t ya think it should be the other way around, since I’m not the one who’s gonna be unconscious after the fact. And ya didn’t have to be so vulgar either. I mean, really, a simple ‘Camp Kiss They Die’ or even ‘Camp Touch They Die’ woulda gotten the point across just fine. Well I’m warning you now, as soon as I finish this simulation I’m coming after you, ya hear me? I’ll teach you not to throw me to the Danger Room when I’m asleep. Even if I don’t exactly remember falling asleep…
And seriously, what’s with all the corn? I mean, yeah I get it, I’m from Mississippi and all, but really? Is this supposed to make me nostalgic or something? Because really it’s just doing the opposite. God I’m glad I left all those stupid cornfields behind when I came to the Institute. Couldn’t ya at least give me something to fight? All I’m doing is wandering through corn, which is making me really bored and really angry. This is NOT funny, you hear me up there? Seriously, the longer I’m stuck in here the worse it’s gonna be for you. As soon as I beat this sim I’m gonna find you and give you a piece o’ my mind.
Ok, the corn was one thing, but cows? I didn’t even like the cows back home, always thought sneaking out to mess with them was a stupid idea. You guys are really just trying to piss me off now, aren’t you? Wait a sec, are those…do those cows have fangs? Just because I like Dracula does NOT mean I would like vampire cows! That is the last straw, whoever threw me in this sorry excuse for a DR session is getting their butt handed to them, ya hear me? Be afraid, I will find you! ‘Sides, there ain’t even anything here for me to fight, just a bunch of corn and vampire cows. If ya’ll are gonna put me in a sim, at least make it worth my time.
Wait, WHAT is on top of that silo? That is not what I meant when I said make it worth my time! There is no way I am fighting THAT. Just because I wanted a fight, doesn’t mean I’m crazy enough to get killed. That’s it. This has to be one of Wolverine’s crazy simulations or something. End the simulation. End Simulation. END SIMULATION. End simulation?
…Guys?
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Character: Loki
Series: Journey Into Mystery (Thor)
Character Age: 12-14 in appearance
Canon: No one in Asgard was pleased when Thor, son of Odin and thunder god-turned-superhero, resurrected his brother Loki--understandable, considering the huge part Loki played in their recent near-downfall, and also the fact that he was a liar and all-around giant douchebag. Fortunately for them, the treacherous God of Mischief was reincarnated as a young street rat with no memory of his former villainy, his hatred of his brother, or that he was in fact an Asgardian god. After Thor found him, he restored part of Loki's former identity, including a deep sense of guilt for whatever horrible things he did in his former life. Upon returning to Asgard, a series of strange events culminated in a meeting with a ghost of his former, villainous self. Not terribly impressed by the things his ghost had to say, the new Loki banished the old Loki into the form of a magpie, because he wanted to live their life his own way--the magpie became his "minion and opposite," occasionally offering advice of questionable motivation.
While Loki is no longer the wicked, manipulative antagonist he used to be, he retains some of his other traits. Still a gifted magician, he is endlessly clever, intelligent, sharp-tongued, and not above getting creative with the rules in order to achieve his goals--fortunately, his goals are now in the best interest of more than just himself. However, the vast majority of his people do not trust him, and many want him dead (again), so Loki spends much of his time holed up in a room atop a tower with his books and his cell phone, which he won gambling with dwarves and uses to learn about their adoptive world, Earth, via the internet. Due to his reincarnation as a modern kid and possibly also because of aforementioned internet usage, he speaks in a more casual manner than other Asgardians. His curiosity is nearly insatiable, but not inappropriate for one dubbed the God of Mischief.
Sample Post:
Okay. For the moment, I'm going to go ahead and ignore the fact that there are reanimated corpses shambling about. I'll even turn a blind eye to the giant squid monster making eyes at me from the top of that silo--I'm a generous guy, you see. With that said, Lady Sayre, could we turn our attention to the murder charge on hand? Look, I know I've made a few... mistakes. Big ones, even. To say that I'm a changed man would be woefully understating it, but the bottom line is that I didn't kill your fiance. I mean, I probably didn't. I have a hard time believing I would have garnered much amusement from killing one random guy who probably never did anything significant to begin with.
...I guess that was a bit harsh. My apologies. I'm sure your fiance was a fine man. Actually, let's revisit the whole walking dead situation--isn't it possible that one of these... things... is him? I mean, why else would you be keeping monstrosities like these around on your property? Why are the dead allowed to remain in the world of the living? Why is one of them attempting to disrobe me? Do any of these questions have answers?
Oh, and speaking of answers, these strange tropical birds you've clearly enlisted in your witch hunt will not be getting any from me. I must commend your sorcery, though--the fact that they can communicate telepathically is impressive. Unfortunately, this wasn't even the first bird I've encountered who could do that, and the former was much more eloquent. Contrary to what you and your magic birds might believe, I've little interest on what happened on "Jersey Shore" last night--even less so now that I've looked it up on the internet--so if you'll pardon my critique, I feel you might need further training as a sorceress. I could teach you, of course, but I'm afraid I'd have to charge.
On the other hand, the magic barrier you've constructed seems quite strong. Even I'm having a bit of trouble trying to thwart it. Bravo. However, I've already told you I'm not responsible for your fiance's demise, my phone has no bars, and I'm growing tired of this idiocy, so I think it's about time you let me go. Failing that, I'm fairly sure I could manage to convince your resident kraken to see my side of the story. Surely we can reach an agreement, Lady Sayre; I'd hate to see you end up getting what the humans of the internet call "owned."
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