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Good morning! This is a camper roundddddd. ... and I can't think of anything charming to say! Go read the apps! Don't expect me to entertain you!1!!11!
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Character: Daria Morgendorffer
Series: Daria
Character Age: 17
Canon: Daria Morgendorffer and her family moves to the town of Lawndale, leaving her and her sister with a fresh start at a new high school. She quickly finds that it's not much different from any other high school. The popular people find each other immediately, and everyone else is left to fend for themselves. Fortunately, Daria is more than capable of the task. She has a good sense of humor to go along with her above average intelligence which allows her to provide commentary on her daily experiences. The show follows her journey through the American educational system and examines all angles of high school life.
As stated, Daria is the main character of this so-called life. She has a reputation around school for being a "brain," thanks to her ability to comprehend basic concepts. Her faith in the rest of the school body isn't very high, and she has no qualms about addressing those beliefs. She has a quick wit and a comment for every situation, something which she has trouble stifling in times when she would prefer to be discreet. As a side effect, however, many people look right through the humor and focus on her negativity. She's thought of as depressing and someone with low self-esteem, but somehow that makes her more approachable when someone happens to need advice. As such, she is able to lend her insight for good, too. Sometimes, however, her straightforward nature can cause her to be abrasive, since she has difficulty relieving her mind of her own moral standpoints. She tends to have her opinion of right and wrong which can conflict with others’ emotional concerns. Still, she is willing to review her actions and apologize upon deciding that she may have been insensitive.
Sample Post:
Mr. No Brainer, even though I should feel insulted that you called me to your office solely for this reason, I happen to agree with you. There shouldn't be so much of a divide between the zombies simply because of how many body parts one has left. Beauty is only skin deep, and with how little skin you all have left, I wouldn't have assumed that any of you were shallow. The bad news is that I don't really have any advice for you. Not the kind that you're looking for, anyway. What you're looking for is someone to tell you how to fit in with the rest of the zombies, but my expertise is more concerning the acceptance of your differences. I almost can't believe I'm saying this, but as far as zombies go, there's nothing wrong with you.
I'm not a zombie, and I'm merely basing my speculations off of my own personal experiences. While I can't say that I'm an expert on zombie physiology, psychology, or any other -ologies, I'm pretty sure that we're not all that different. So let me guess. You're worried because all the other zombies think of you as a "brain." No, I'm not psychic, sir. It's just that I can clearly see your brain from here, and I must say it is an intimidating specimen. But if you're really looking to subdue that image, you might want to consider getting rid of this office, too. It could be considered geeky.
Sir, that last part was a joke. There's no need to pack everything up in the middle of our meeting, and there's nothing wrong with a little bit of professionalism in your daily life. Everyone needs a hobby, after all. Besides, I wouldn't want to take away the only thing you can manage to keep together. Not your brain, sir. In fact, I'm starting to wonder how you even got such a reputation. I was talking about the paperwork. Don't you have anything in your files that can help you out with your dilemma?
Oh, here we go. The Zombie Enquirer. "Ten Eye-popping Ways to Make You Stand Out." Sure, because it doesn’t matter what you look like if you can eliminate the retinas of everyone around you. Are these the only magazines you get around here? I think it’s safe to say I’ve located the source of your low self-esteem. Tell you what. I’ll take these off your hands and even look into getting some better material to fill your cabinets. In the meantime, you get to spend a lot of quality time with the bathroom mirror. I want you to really look inside yourself until you can find the beauty within. Don’t worry. It won’t be that hard. I can practically see it from here.
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Character: Shurelia
Series: Ar tonelico: Melody of Elemia
Character Age: Appears 15
Canon: Some people say that music can heal you. Well, on the planet called Ar Ciel, not only do songs sung by a female only race called Reyvateils heal you literally, they can also be used to obliterate your enemies by summoning an army of teddy bears as well! However, all is not well in Ar Ciel. The planet surface was destroyed by multiple disasters and civilization now lives high above the planet on three towers. The characters in Melody of Elemia are no different; they live in the region of Sol Ciel, which is supported by the Ar Tonelico Tower. But to take the threats even further, beings called Viruses are wreaking havoc throughout Ar Tonelico. In order to counter this threat, the tower administrator, Shurelia, sends a young knight named Lyner Barsett on a mission that will assist in combating the Viruses, and eventually, to save the world.
Shurelia is an Origin Reyvateil, meaning that she and the tower of Ar Tonelico share a symbiotic connection - it functions as long as she does. As such, Shurelia tries to be formal and distant with her subordinates while being acutely aware that her true self is a clumsy, slightly naïve girl who gets lost in her tower easily and thinks that everything would be cuter if it was bunny-shaped. Compounding her insecurities is the fact that Shurelia strongly yearns to be able to live a normal life, while knowing that such a life is impossible to her and that to be a better tower administrator she should put these feelings aside. Sadly, she is only somewhat successful at this. It doesn’t help that Shurelia doesn’t want to fight and really just wants everyone to get along.
Note: Shurelia lives in Platina, a city high above the Wing of Horus where most people and nature are located in Sol Ciel.
Sample Post: According to this... Moogle, this camp was built in order to house the refugees from monsters’ attacks, correct? It is strange that I wasn’t aware of a place like this existing on Sol Ciel ...or even where it is as I do not remember how I arrived here. I was heading towards Platina or, I was before I tripped, and I don’t think I fell far enough to land on the Wings of Horus/ But now that I’m here, it’s inevitable that I, as the administrator of the tower, must rectify some of the problems I’ve found.
The first thing that I must address is the fact that this place is ill-equipped to deal with any of the threats it faces. In the face of a zombie invasion, the conspicuous-looking robots would not be able to adequately protect the campers. They’re…too big and too slow to be of proper use in combat, and the zombies might infect them first--if that were possible. As such, I believe it would be best if you change their shapes into some other smaller animal… like a rabbit! This way, the robots will have much higher mobility than before due to their smaller size, and the residents here may carry one around to repel the zombies’ attacks. And as the one who proposed this idea, I believe that I should receive one too.
Furthermore, the cow robots as they are can only make “Moo Moo” sounds to distract the enemy, which is unfortunately not entirely effective. But if you decide to take my suggestion, you can make these robots make the “Kyun Kyun” sounds to distract the enemy with their cuteness before exploding instead-please don’t mistake my enthusiasm in this restructuring as my own personal interests! I’m honestly only trying to improve camp’s chances at defending itself against any threats.
In fact, it is clear that there are many issues when it comes to protecting the residents here. How can you let these campers and other non-threatening beings here mingle with the monsters here without adequate protection? I especially have to raise my objections about how you let these cute-I mean, these Moogles work in such a hostile environment. Their pure white fur could be stained from working here! How would hug them if that happens?. Yes, I’ve heard from them about how you treat them. To abduct them to not only work, but to also use them as decorations…Even if their cuteness is undeniable, it certainly doesn’t justify your actions!
Thus, I hereby declare that my first act here will be to take them back to Platina…for their protection! Yes, only for protection.
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Character Name: Layle.
Series: Final Fantasy Chrystal Chronicles: The Crystal Bearers
Character Age: 21
Canon:
Long, long ago there was a war between two tribes, the mighty Lilties and versus the sorcerer Yukes. The end result was that the Lilties kicked the Yukes asses so hard it shattered their Tribal Crystal, which banished the Yukes into another dimension… but unfortunately for the Lilties, the Yukes magic power was filtered out into the world at large, and people would randomly be born with crystallized body parts that granted them great magical power. These people were known Crystal Bearers, feared and distrusted for their might. But fate works in mysterious ways, and when the world faced it’s greatest peril yet it would be a Crystal Bearer that would save it … inbetween using his gravity-manipulating powers to grab people and literally shake them down for spare change. Meet Layle. He’s our… ”hero”.
Layle is certainly not your average wide-eyed, amnesiac naive youth powered by friendship jrpg protagonist. He’s a drifter that takes on whatever jobs and opportunities that come his way, with a constant supply of snarky retorts and a hankering for action and thrills. He will send a cute mascot animal into a cave to see if it’s filled with ravenous beasts, tell a damsel in distress he won’t help unless she forks over the McGuffin he’s after and doesn’t have that many real attachments to anyone. Which isn’t to say he’s a total douche either, but rather an independent spirit who sees no reason to play nice with a world that shuns him. And while he inevitably ends up helping and rescuing people along the way, he mostly does it because it could lead to trouble and because helping people is convenient for him and his cause… most of the time.
Deep down Layle does long for a lasting connection with someone who understands and values him as something more than just a tool to get ahead in life. But until he meets that person, this lonesome wanderer is just gonna keep on walking down his solitary road, greeting any obstacles with a laidback wag of his middle finger.
Sample:
Alright… excuse me, little miss. Would you happen to be Lotta Limmloss? Ah, just the girl I was looking for. I’ve a delivery to you here, courtesy of a gentleman in a quite fetching purple furcoat. Yes, it’s a corn-picking crab. No, he didn’t name you as the recipient. That was a gentleman by the name of Magilla Graham Rilla… ah, got your interest now, huh? Hey, no need to get snippy- I’m not judging your tastes here. Love’s a beautiful thing, and I’m sure he’s a great gorilla once you get to know him. Now, the reason I can’t make the delivery is because we had a little… argument. When I first went to deliver the tool, the tool- sorry, Graham, said he wasn’t in any state to receive it or sign the delivery form because he was suffering from a pretty unbecoming and apparently crippling tick-issue. Ah, no need to look alarmed- I’m sure it’s just a regular farmwork issue- nothing contagious. So he asked me if I could go to the old toucan-hermit by the western barn to get him some cream, and that’s when I got my first suspicions.
See, being an odd-job man for as long as I have teaches you something about people- they always assume the guy running around doing errands always got the time to do more errands- specifically the errands they think are too much trouble to do themselves. Therefore delivering a corn-picking crab turned into getting the corn-picker anti-tick cream, getting the anti-tick cream turned into finding the old birds lost spectacles and finding the spectacles turned into a fight with some local punk collecting anything shiny he could get his rotten fingernubs on, and when all that’s over and done with mr Rilla told me he’ll sign my form just as soon as I’ve fetched him his silver-back dye: turns out he wants to look his best for a certain someone when he got off of work, and wouldn’t you know it- when I asked him who it was, your name came up.
… Ah, no- I’m not here to ask you to go and convince him to sign the papers- I wouldn’t ask that of a lady. I’m just here to tell you he’s currently pinned underneath a tractor. I know- pretty irresponsible of them to just leave heavy equipment out in the open, where anyone with magic powers can abuse them as they please. I guess that all that running around doing errands coupled with the shock of how that tractor just crashlanded on him must have scrambled my brains real hard, because even though he got an arm free and generously signed my forms, wouldn’t you know it- I forgot to give him the crab! Clumsy me. Since it would be pretty awkward to go back and give it to him now, and because he’d probably appreciate a visit from the banana of his eye more I thought to myself- why don’t ask you to do it, and give him the trifecta of a soothing smile, comforting hands AND a tool that lets him cut down on workhours and give him more time to spend on her! So, do we have a deal?
That’s the spirit miss- hobble along now, towards what I’m sure will be the most romantic gifting of crabs any girl ever gave a guy.
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Character: March
Series: March Story
Character Age: mid-to-late teens
Sample Entry:
Canon: In an alternate and anachronistic version of 18th century Europe, beautiful objects can hide a dangerous secret. Small demons known as Ills are sometimes born inside them through a mysterious combination of human emotion and the artist's craftsmanship. Carelessly touching these things can allow the Ill inside can slip into a person and prey upon their minds, possessing them to act out its own often deadly impulses. Despite this, Ills remain largely unknown. There are however a few who track them: an order of hunters known as the Ciste Vihad.
March is one such hunter. She joined them after the Ciste Vihard Jake struck a bargain with a thorny Ill that took possession of March's body as a child; the Ill sleeps in March's heart until the day she falls in love, when it will wake and take over again. Until that time comes, March disguises herself as a boy, and uses the power of the Ill within her to hunt down other Ills, exorcizing those who can be saved, and pitilessly destroying those who take human lives. March's voice, especially while hunting, is determined. She is driven by her duty as a hunter, and also by a great compassion for the people who suffer because of Ills' abuses. This is the primary focus of her life.
Notes: 1) Jake seems to have mostly given up hunting herself, and now operates as a "fortune teller" uncovering leads about dangerous Ills. She is responsible for finding many of March's jobs. 2) March carries a bell that rings in the presence of Ills.
Sample Entry:
I can't believe Jake sometimes, sending me somewhere like this. It doesn't look like the kind of place you'd expect to find Ills at all. This is just the kind of thing she'd do without warning me. Ill-possessed maiden in a tower? Right. Well, this is the only thing that even remotely looks like a tower for miles and miles, so it has to be the place… Hopefully I'm not too late. Jake's report said to be cautious of this one because the survivors all called it unsafe, but they were survivors.
People never seem to know better, but you should not touch things if you do not know what they are-there are things in this world that exist to ensnare people who are trusting enough to fall for their lies. They whisper promises and offer the world, but it's all only a ruse. That advice comes too late for you though, doesn't it, Miss Marcy? You already learned the hard way how dangerous it is to trust appearances and pretty lies. I have heard stories of you sitting up in the top of your tower, waving to unsuspecting travelers, drawing them in so you can have your way with them. That is just the sort of behavior I'd expect from an Ill.
Oh, why did you listen to its voice, Miss Marcy? What was it? Did you crave love? Attention? Is that what this was all about? Or was there simply something so very lovely that you could not help but touch it? It is the way of these creatures to tempt those naïve enough to believe them. Even in a place like this, they are predictable that way. Perhaps I can help you, if you are still in there at all, Miss Marcy.
Strange that I haven't detected anything yet, though. I haven't heard any sign of an Ill this whole time, and I'm nearly to the top. Something about this doesn't seem quite right… Hmmph. Only one way to find out.
-No! I was right. This is not an Ill! I don't know what you are at all. This is not what I had in mind, alright. Now look, it was that Jake's mix up that led me here, but if you're going to start something, you won't find me that easy. Even if you're not an Ill, I don't like the kind of filthy tricks you use to bring people like me up here, and I'm more than angry enough for a fight right now.
You should have listened to what I said before, Miss Marcy: never touch things if you do not know what they are. You are not the only kind of trap here.
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Character: Euphemia li Britannia
Series: Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion R1
Character Age: 16
canon: Code Geass is an anime/manga about an exiled member of the royal Britannian family, Leluouch V Britannia, who receives a geass power to command anyone to do as he says. This ability allows him to lead a rebellion set on freeing Japan, known as Area 11, from the clutches of the Britannian empire. And since Euphemia li Britannia is, of course, one of the members of the royal family, she was unfortunately placed on his enemy list for a short while.That is until she figured out who he was, then things started changed for the better! And then got worse... but still!
Euphemia is perhaps the very epitome of purity itself within the ranks of Britannia Royal Family. She is your cliche princess in every way- caring, empathetic, and innocent to a fault, thinking only for the well-being of others over herself. A peacemaker and idealist, she wants only to put an end to the war so that everyone can live in harmony. In some ways it would seem she came straight out of a fairy tale, clashing with her surroundings in an era of war. [ SPOILER - highlight to see ] Unfortunately, her fairy tale ended tragically when she was accidentally geassed and commanded to kill all the Japanese. She was later shot and killed to end her bloody massacre. [ /SPOILER ] She will be arriving in the game shortly after that..
Sample Post:
I must admit, I wasn't particularly sure what to make of a place named Camp- ... oh my. Is there any other way around saying this name? Perhaps Camp Love or Live? It's entirely nicer and promotes a friendlier atmosphere without the connotations of death or ... uhm, well ... that word. Aside from that, I wanted to actually state that my opinion of this place has changed dramatically once I realized that your environment is actually exactly what I had always had in mind for my own world back at home. Well, sort of. However, it has come to my attention that there is one group that everyone has decided to keep excluded from the rest. A group I feel is misjudged due to their own ... ah ...needs.
The Zombies.
Have you ever talked to a Zombie? No? Well, yes I know they tend not to really want to talk and more or less try to eat you first, but have you ever thought about what their story was before they became what they are? That the person you may be hacking was only trying to say hello? Or that the creature who is gnawing on your leg is merely trying to compliment your body shape? Yes, I know these ideas seem outlandish, but it is certainly not a completely farfetched idea.
Ah--! Mr. Zombie! Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to join me. Take for example this Zombie. What you don't realize is that he has needs. Wants. Desires. Well, yes I know it seems to be primarily us, but is that really a bad thing? He deserves a chance at life! And who are we as living and breathing beings to deny him such a right? I use- ... thank you for standing by me Mr. Zombie, but if you would you be so kind as to stop chewing on my finger? Thank you! - I use this Zombie as a single example of how we can change things for the better.
It is my hope that I can create a world where Zombies, Gorillas, and yes even the yaoi squirrels can all live peacefully amongst each other. May I present to you Operation Life for the Dead! In this zone, all zombies will be allowed to reclaim their identities of who they once were. A designated area where you will be accepted as individuals and live without fear of oppression or prejudice.
Let today be the start of a new era for campers and zombies alike. I, Euphemia li Britannia, Third-Princess of the Holy Empire of Britannia, hereby declare the establishment of Camp L4D!
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Character: Daria Morgendorffer
Series: Daria
Character Age: 17
Canon: Daria Morgendorffer and her family moves to the town of Lawndale, leaving her and her sister with a fresh start at a new high school. She quickly finds that it's not much different from any other high school. The popular people find each other immediately, and everyone else is left to fend for themselves. Fortunately, Daria is more than capable of the task. She has a good sense of humor to go along with her above average intelligence which allows her to provide commentary on her daily experiences. The show follows her journey through the American educational system and examines all angles of high school life.
As stated, Daria is the main character of this so-called life. She has a reputation around school for being a "brain," thanks to her ability to comprehend basic concepts. Her faith in the rest of the school body isn't very high, and she has no qualms about addressing those beliefs. She has a quick wit and a comment for every situation, something which she has trouble stifling in times when she would prefer to be discreet. As a side effect, however, many people look right through the humor and focus on her negativity. She's thought of as depressing and someone with low self-esteem, but somehow that makes her more approachable when someone happens to need advice. As such, she is able to lend her insight for good, too. Sometimes, however, her straightforward nature can cause her to be abrasive, since she has difficulty relieving her mind of her own moral standpoints. She tends to have her opinion of right and wrong which can conflict with others’ emotional concerns. Still, she is willing to review her actions and apologize upon deciding that she may have been insensitive.
Sample Post:
Mr. No Brainer, even though I should feel insulted that you called me to your office solely for this reason, I happen to agree with you. There shouldn't be so much of a divide between the zombies simply because of how many body parts one has left. Beauty is only skin deep, and with how little skin you all have left, I wouldn't have assumed that any of you were shallow. The bad news is that I don't really have any advice for you. Not the kind that you're looking for, anyway. What you're looking for is someone to tell you how to fit in with the rest of the zombies, but my expertise is more concerning the acceptance of your differences. I almost can't believe I'm saying this, but as far as zombies go, there's nothing wrong with you.
I'm not a zombie, and I'm merely basing my speculations off of my own personal experiences. While I can't say that I'm an expert on zombie physiology, psychology, or any other -ologies, I'm pretty sure that we're not all that different. So let me guess. You're worried because all the other zombies think of you as a "brain." No, I'm not psychic, sir. It's just that I can clearly see your brain from here, and I must say it is an intimidating specimen. But if you're really looking to subdue that image, you might want to consider getting rid of this office, too. It could be considered geeky.
Sir, that last part was a joke. There's no need to pack everything up in the middle of our meeting, and there's nothing wrong with a little bit of professionalism in your daily life. Everyone needs a hobby, after all. Besides, I wouldn't want to take away the only thing you can manage to keep together. Not your brain, sir. In fact, I'm starting to wonder how you even got such a reputation. I was talking about the paperwork. Don't you have anything in your files that can help you out with your dilemma?
Oh, here we go. The Zombie Enquirer. "Ten Eye-popping Ways to Make You Stand Out." Sure, because it doesn’t matter what you look like if you can eliminate the retinas of everyone around you. Are these the only magazines you get around here? I think it’s safe to say I’ve located the source of your low self-esteem. Tell you what. I’ll take these off your hands and even look into getting some better material to fill your cabinets. In the meantime, you get to spend a lot of quality time with the bathroom mirror. I want you to really look inside yourself until you can find the beauty within. Don’t worry. It won’t be that hard. I can practically see it from here.
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Character: Shurelia
Series: Ar tonelico: Melody of Elemia
Character Age: Appears 15
Canon: Some people say that music can heal you. Well, on the planet called Ar Ciel, not only do songs sung by a female only race called Reyvateils heal you literally, they can also be used to obliterate your enemies by summoning an army of teddy bears as well! However, all is not well in Ar Ciel. The planet surface was destroyed by multiple disasters and civilization now lives high above the planet on three towers. The characters in Melody of Elemia are no different; they live in the region of Sol Ciel, which is supported by the Ar Tonelico Tower. But to take the threats even further, beings called Viruses are wreaking havoc throughout Ar Tonelico. In order to counter this threat, the tower administrator, Shurelia, sends a young knight named Lyner Barsett on a mission that will assist in combating the Viruses, and eventually, to save the world.
Shurelia is an Origin Reyvateil, meaning that she and the tower of Ar Tonelico share a symbiotic connection - it functions as long as she does. As such, Shurelia tries to be formal and distant with her subordinates while being acutely aware that her true self is a clumsy, slightly naïve girl who gets lost in her tower easily and thinks that everything would be cuter if it was bunny-shaped. Compounding her insecurities is the fact that Shurelia strongly yearns to be able to live a normal life, while knowing that such a life is impossible to her and that to be a better tower administrator she should put these feelings aside. Sadly, she is only somewhat successful at this. It doesn’t help that Shurelia doesn’t want to fight and really just wants everyone to get along.
Note: Shurelia lives in Platina, a city high above the Wing of Horus where most people and nature are located in Sol Ciel.
Sample Post: According to this... Moogle, this camp was built in order to house the refugees from monsters’ attacks, correct? It is strange that I wasn’t aware of a place like this existing on Sol Ciel ...or even where it is as I do not remember how I arrived here. I was heading towards Platina or, I was before I tripped, and I don’t think I fell far enough to land on the Wings of Horus/ But now that I’m here, it’s inevitable that I, as the administrator of the tower, must rectify some of the problems I’ve found.
The first thing that I must address is the fact that this place is ill-equipped to deal with any of the threats it faces. In the face of a zombie invasion, the conspicuous-looking robots would not be able to adequately protect the campers. They’re…too big and too slow to be of proper use in combat, and the zombies might infect them first--if that were possible. As such, I believe it would be best if you change their shapes into some other smaller animal… like a rabbit! This way, the robots will have much higher mobility than before due to their smaller size, and the residents here may carry one around to repel the zombies’ attacks. And as the one who proposed this idea, I believe that I should receive one too.
Furthermore, the cow robots as they are can only make “Moo Moo” sounds to distract the enemy, which is unfortunately not entirely effective. But if you decide to take my suggestion, you can make these robots make the “Kyun Kyun” sounds to distract the enemy with their cuteness before exploding instead-please don’t mistake my enthusiasm in this restructuring as my own personal interests! I’m honestly only trying to improve camp’s chances at defending itself against any threats.
In fact, it is clear that there are many issues when it comes to protecting the residents here. How can you let these campers and other non-threatening beings here mingle with the monsters here without adequate protection? I especially have to raise my objections about how you let these cute-I mean, these Moogles work in such a hostile environment. Their pure white fur could be stained from working here! How would hug them if that happens?. Yes, I’ve heard from them about how you treat them. To abduct them to not only work, but to also use them as decorations…Even if their cuteness is undeniable, it certainly doesn’t justify your actions!
Thus, I hereby declare that my first act here will be to take them back to Platina…for their protection! Yes, only for protection.
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Character Name: Layle.
Series: Final Fantasy Chrystal Chronicles: The Crystal Bearers
Character Age: 21
Canon:
Long, long ago there was a war between two tribes, the mighty Lilties and versus the sorcerer Yukes. The end result was that the Lilties kicked the Yukes asses so hard it shattered their Tribal Crystal, which banished the Yukes into another dimension… but unfortunately for the Lilties, the Yukes magic power was filtered out into the world at large, and people would randomly be born with crystallized body parts that granted them great magical power. These people were known Crystal Bearers, feared and distrusted for their might. But fate works in mysterious ways, and when the world faced it’s greatest peril yet it would be a Crystal Bearer that would save it … inbetween using his gravity-manipulating powers to grab people and literally shake them down for spare change. Meet Layle. He’s our… ”hero”.
Layle is certainly not your average wide-eyed, amnesiac naive youth powered by friendship jrpg protagonist. He’s a drifter that takes on whatever jobs and opportunities that come his way, with a constant supply of snarky retorts and a hankering for action and thrills. He will send a cute mascot animal into a cave to see if it’s filled with ravenous beasts, tell a damsel in distress he won’t help unless she forks over the McGuffin he’s after and doesn’t have that many real attachments to anyone. Which isn’t to say he’s a total douche either, but rather an independent spirit who sees no reason to play nice with a world that shuns him. And while he inevitably ends up helping and rescuing people along the way, he mostly does it because it could lead to trouble and because helping people is convenient for him and his cause… most of the time.
Deep down Layle does long for a lasting connection with someone who understands and values him as something more than just a tool to get ahead in life. But until he meets that person, this lonesome wanderer is just gonna keep on walking down his solitary road, greeting any obstacles with a laidback wag of his middle finger.
Sample:
Alright… excuse me, little miss. Would you happen to be Lotta Limmloss? Ah, just the girl I was looking for. I’ve a delivery to you here, courtesy of a gentleman in a quite fetching purple furcoat. Yes, it’s a corn-picking crab. No, he didn’t name you as the recipient. That was a gentleman by the name of Magilla Graham Rilla… ah, got your interest now, huh? Hey, no need to get snippy- I’m not judging your tastes here. Love’s a beautiful thing, and I’m sure he’s a great gorilla once you get to know him. Now, the reason I can’t make the delivery is because we had a little… argument. When I first went to deliver the tool, the tool- sorry, Graham, said he wasn’t in any state to receive it or sign the delivery form because he was suffering from a pretty unbecoming and apparently crippling tick-issue. Ah, no need to look alarmed- I’m sure it’s just a regular farmwork issue- nothing contagious. So he asked me if I could go to the old toucan-hermit by the western barn to get him some cream, and that’s when I got my first suspicions.
See, being an odd-job man for as long as I have teaches you something about people- they always assume the guy running around doing errands always got the time to do more errands- specifically the errands they think are too much trouble to do themselves. Therefore delivering a corn-picking crab turned into getting the corn-picker anti-tick cream, getting the anti-tick cream turned into finding the old birds lost spectacles and finding the spectacles turned into a fight with some local punk collecting anything shiny he could get his rotten fingernubs on, and when all that’s over and done with mr Rilla told me he’ll sign my form just as soon as I’ve fetched him his silver-back dye: turns out he wants to look his best for a certain someone when he got off of work, and wouldn’t you know it- when I asked him who it was, your name came up.
… Ah, no- I’m not here to ask you to go and convince him to sign the papers- I wouldn’t ask that of a lady. I’m just here to tell you he’s currently pinned underneath a tractor. I know- pretty irresponsible of them to just leave heavy equipment out in the open, where anyone with magic powers can abuse them as they please. I guess that all that running around doing errands coupled with the shock of how that tractor just crashlanded on him must have scrambled my brains real hard, because even though he got an arm free and generously signed my forms, wouldn’t you know it- I forgot to give him the crab! Clumsy me. Since it would be pretty awkward to go back and give it to him now, and because he’d probably appreciate a visit from the banana of his eye more I thought to myself- why don’t ask you to do it, and give him the trifecta of a soothing smile, comforting hands AND a tool that lets him cut down on workhours and give him more time to spend on her! So, do we have a deal?
That’s the spirit miss- hobble along now, towards what I’m sure will be the most romantic gifting of crabs any girl ever gave a guy.
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Character: March
Series: March Story
Character Age: mid-to-late teens
Sample Entry:
Canon: In an alternate and anachronistic version of 18th century Europe, beautiful objects can hide a dangerous secret. Small demons known as Ills are sometimes born inside them through a mysterious combination of human emotion and the artist's craftsmanship. Carelessly touching these things can allow the Ill inside can slip into a person and prey upon their minds, possessing them to act out its own often deadly impulses. Despite this, Ills remain largely unknown. There are however a few who track them: an order of hunters known as the Ciste Vihad.
March is one such hunter. She joined them after the Ciste Vihard Jake struck a bargain with a thorny Ill that took possession of March's body as a child; the Ill sleeps in March's heart until the day she falls in love, when it will wake and take over again. Until that time comes, March disguises herself as a boy, and uses the power of the Ill within her to hunt down other Ills, exorcizing those who can be saved, and pitilessly destroying those who take human lives. March's voice, especially while hunting, is determined. She is driven by her duty as a hunter, and also by a great compassion for the people who suffer because of Ills' abuses. This is the primary focus of her life.
Notes: 1) Jake seems to have mostly given up hunting herself, and now operates as a "fortune teller" uncovering leads about dangerous Ills. She is responsible for finding many of March's jobs. 2) March carries a bell that rings in the presence of Ills.
Sample Entry:
I can't believe Jake sometimes, sending me somewhere like this. It doesn't look like the kind of place you'd expect to find Ills at all. This is just the kind of thing she'd do without warning me. Ill-possessed maiden in a tower? Right. Well, this is the only thing that even remotely looks like a tower for miles and miles, so it has to be the place… Hopefully I'm not too late. Jake's report said to be cautious of this one because the survivors all called it unsafe, but they were survivors.
People never seem to know better, but you should not touch things if you do not know what they are-there are things in this world that exist to ensnare people who are trusting enough to fall for their lies. They whisper promises and offer the world, but it's all only a ruse. That advice comes too late for you though, doesn't it, Miss Marcy? You already learned the hard way how dangerous it is to trust appearances and pretty lies. I have heard stories of you sitting up in the top of your tower, waving to unsuspecting travelers, drawing them in so you can have your way with them. That is just the sort of behavior I'd expect from an Ill.
Oh, why did you listen to its voice, Miss Marcy? What was it? Did you crave love? Attention? Is that what this was all about? Or was there simply something so very lovely that you could not help but touch it? It is the way of these creatures to tempt those naïve enough to believe them. Even in a place like this, they are predictable that way. Perhaps I can help you, if you are still in there at all, Miss Marcy.
Strange that I haven't detected anything yet, though. I haven't heard any sign of an Ill this whole time, and I'm nearly to the top. Something about this doesn't seem quite right… Hmmph. Only one way to find out.
-No! I was right. This is not an Ill! I don't know what you are at all. This is not what I had in mind, alright. Now look, it was that Jake's mix up that led me here, but if you're going to start something, you won't find me that easy. Even if you're not an Ill, I don't like the kind of filthy tricks you use to bring people like me up here, and I'm more than angry enough for a fight right now.
You should have listened to what I said before, Miss Marcy: never touch things if you do not know what they are. You are not the only kind of trap here.
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Character: Euphemia li Britannia
Series: Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion R1
Character Age: 16
canon: Code Geass is an anime/manga about an exiled member of the royal Britannian family, Leluouch V Britannia, who receives a geass power to command anyone to do as he says. This ability allows him to lead a rebellion set on freeing Japan, known as Area 11, from the clutches of the Britannian empire. And since Euphemia li Britannia is, of course, one of the members of the royal family, she was unfortunately placed on his enemy list for a short while.That is until she figured out who he was, then things started changed for the better! And then got worse... but still!
Euphemia is perhaps the very epitome of purity itself within the ranks of Britannia Royal Family. She is your cliche princess in every way- caring, empathetic, and innocent to a fault, thinking only for the well-being of others over herself. A peacemaker and idealist, she wants only to put an end to the war so that everyone can live in harmony. In some ways it would seem she came straight out of a fairy tale, clashing with her surroundings in an era of war. [ SPOILER - highlight to see ] Unfortunately, her fairy tale ended tragically when she was accidentally geassed and commanded to kill all the Japanese. She was later shot and killed to end her bloody massacre. [ /SPOILER ] She will be arriving in the game shortly after that..
Sample Post:
I must admit, I wasn't particularly sure what to make of a place named Camp- ... oh my. Is there any other way around saying this name? Perhaps Camp Love or Live? It's entirely nicer and promotes a friendlier atmosphere without the connotations of death or ... uhm, well ... that word. Aside from that, I wanted to actually state that my opinion of this place has changed dramatically once I realized that your environment is actually exactly what I had always had in mind for my own world back at home. Well, sort of. However, it has come to my attention that there is one group that everyone has decided to keep excluded from the rest. A group I feel is misjudged due to their own ... ah ...needs.
The Zombies.
Have you ever talked to a Zombie? No? Well, yes I know they tend not to really want to talk and more or less try to eat you first, but have you ever thought about what their story was before they became what they are? That the person you may be hacking was only trying to say hello? Or that the creature who is gnawing on your leg is merely trying to compliment your body shape? Yes, I know these ideas seem outlandish, but it is certainly not a completely farfetched idea.
Ah--! Mr. Zombie! Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to join me. Take for example this Zombie. What you don't realize is that he has needs. Wants. Desires. Well, yes I know it seems to be primarily us, but is that really a bad thing? He deserves a chance at life! And who are we as living and breathing beings to deny him such a right? I use- ... thank you for standing by me Mr. Zombie, but if you would you be so kind as to stop chewing on my finger? Thank you! - I use this Zombie as a single example of how we can change things for the better.
It is my hope that I can create a world where Zombies, Gorillas, and yes even the yaoi squirrels can all live peacefully amongst each other. May I present to you Operation Life for the Dead! In this zone, all zombies will be allowed to reclaim their identities of who they once were. A designated area where you will be accepted as individuals and live without fear of oppression or prejudice.
Let today be the start of a new era for campers and zombies alike. I, Euphemia li Britannia, Third-Princess of the Holy Empire of Britannia, hereby declare the establishment of Camp L4D!
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