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Right so. BIG APOLOGY that the voting round took so long to put up this time. This is the final round. I have no idea how we all managed to get nailed simultaneously, BUT WE MANAGED. It is probably all my fault for totally vaporizing. NOT WORTHY.
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Character: Angel Dumott Schunard
Series: From the Broadway musical and now-movie RENT. (The link is, sadly, the script for the stage production ONLY. The movie is a bit different, but has the same characterization and pretty much the same story just no orgy scene.)
Age: 20
Canon: December 24, 1989. New York City. Angel is a drag queen and a street drummer whose run-in with a man named Collins quickly makes him a member of "the Alphabet City avant-garde," a group of very Bohemian friends who celebrate life and inspiration. Angel and Collins quickly become lovers, and are in fact the most (read: only) stable relationship in the musical, until Angel dies of AIDS.
Angel is a friendly, loving person, to an amazing degree: his friends say that he helped them believe in love, and that the only way his death won't be in vain is if they all stay together and love one another. He is always cheerful and playful despite his body "providing a comfortable home for the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome," and he treats his friends and his lover as something precious. And he treats strangers like he'd treat any friend. His "catch phrase," kind of, from the musical, is "today for you, tomorrow for me," which shows his policy of giving what he has to help others, because when he does good things, he trusts good things will happen to him later.
I'm pulling Angel from after his death, so he knows he's dead and will just face this like he does everything else: with acceptance and optimism. He's also AIDS free, having died of it once already, and a really horrible disease not being such a fun idea for camp... which is good, since he doesn't have any pills on him. He hasn't realized it yet, though.
Collins? Collins, baby, mi rey, are you here?
I must be dreaming. I don't think I've ever had a hallucination like this before in my life. High fevers and medication usually just make me think of my family and home, but this... I've never seen any place like this. It's like Central Park, only... cleaner.
I know I'm dying. Maybe this is my brain shutting down, making me think I'm in a forest. Well, I might as well enjoy it. Listen to the birds and the wind through the trees, smell the flowers as I rest in the shade of... a tree growing condoms. Huh.
I don't know why I'd dream of that, really. It's not like I ever use OW!
Okay. So I think the condom just bit me. And dreams don't hurt, so I guess I'm not dreaming.
I think I'm already dead. But it doesn't hurt in Heaven, either, and it's too gorgeous here to be Hell. I must be on Earth, God knows how. I need to find a phone. If I can find out where I am, maybe Collins or... or Joanne, or someone with a car (I'm sure one of us has a car!) could come and pick me up.
Oh, there's someone. I knew there had to be people here somewhere... Honey? I think I'm lost, do you have a phone I could...?
Oh my God, honey, are you okay? You look really sick. I think we should get you to a hospital. Come on, lean against my arm, we'll get out of these woods and find a city. You'll be just fine, I promise. My name is Angel, what's--
. . . .
Okay, sweetie, grabbing onto me for support is one thing, but I'm gonna have to draw the line at gnawing.
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Character: Luc
Series: Gensou Suikoden 2 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luc_(Suikoden)
Age: 17 http://www.suikosource.com/images/chars/l/luc02.gif <<<< 17 year old picture of him from Suikoden 2 since Wiki is stupid and has the one from Suikoden 3.
Canon: He's the apprentice of Leknaat, the great seer(ess) and keeper of half of one of the Great True Runes. He has the True Wind Rune on his right hand, which gives him control (albeit limited) of the wind element, and too much use. . . is actually what kills him much much later in the series. He was once a very mischievous child that tended to harrass his allies with pranks, but somehow grew into a slightly moody and aloof teenager as he began to realize his life's purpose kinda SUCKED. He is ninja-like with his dotting, and that tends to be half of what he does, companioned with his nearly constant 'WTFareyoustupid?' look. But he does have his moments where he is not, you know, completely insufferable. He tends to be somewhat high and mighty. In a strange way. In that way, its hard to tell if he's a normal teenager, or not.
Not to mention, he is also, quite literally a CLONE. (Totally canon, I swear to God.) He and another character(Sasarai, who is often refered to as a twin?) are both clones of the Harmonian Bishop Hikusaak. It is actually unknown whether Hikusaak is male or female, but both Luc and Sasarai are male. Luc has only met Sasarai a few times, but in the future(not at this point in canon) he grows to hate him.
Well, I must say, it is very strange here, and I have been in many strange places. I have also been one to say that The Order tended to outway Chaos. It seems I have been proven wrong, so very wrong, in coming here.
In fact, my way of regrettable arrival in this place is a mystery. I usually have been able to control my transportation quite easily--warping really isn't all that hard after a good many years with Leknaat as my mentor, but I do think I shall be relying on it less often from now on. It doesn't even appear to work very well anymore. A barrier of some kind? I would use my True Rune to break it, but there would hardly be a point in dying in order to escape. Especially when I don't even know what I am escaping from.
But really, a murder? How on earth would I have anything to do with a murder of one lowly person here, and why would it matter? Its one person, and I'm sure there are plenty of people here. Rather strange people, albeit.
. . . . . . . . . . .
I will not say I don't like it here. It certainly is a breath of fresh air from the monotonous wars that seem to plague the world (. . .that doesn't appear to be the same one I am currently in? When I return, I really must ask Leknaat about this. . .). And I admit this is more technology than I am used to. ( . . . I am almost certain the Sindar had this sort of thing, it seems troublesome enough to be of their doing . . . ). But really. This place is absolutely ridiculous.
There was. . . a little box. . . thing. . .? A message of some kind.
Oh. Introduce myself.
My name is Luc. And I suppose I shall be here for some time.
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Character: Kami-sama
Series: Gensomaden Saiyuki
Age: 21 (It isn't given anywhere officially, but it seems like he's slightly younger than Genjo Sanzo, or is at least more immature.)
Canon: Taken and raised by Dr. Ni Jyeni (meaning he probably wasn't just fucked in the head as a kid!), he thinks Ni, or Master to Kami-sama, has passed his position as Sanzo onto him. But like a lot of things in Kami-sama's world, that's just in his head. He enjoys finding creative ways to hurt people using prayer beads. But he's not the typical villains. He loves candy and stuffed animals, especially taking in and fixing toys. Life is just a game to him, but he's a sore loser and a total brat. He's also got some issues with God. Actually, considering that he thinks of everyone around him as toys with which God, himself, plays with, maybe it's just that he's got issues. Period.
I don't like this game! There is mud in my sandals and I had to leave so much stuff back at home! Sixty four stuffed toys isn't enough for a few hours. I don't even know why Master wants me here let alone how long I will stay until I win this game.
I don't even know the rules!
I should be dead, not wandering around in the mud with only the smallest number of toys. I suppose I'll always get new ones. Master will send them, or I'll find them. There seem to be a lot of broken toys here waiting for me to fix them. They're ones just shambling past falling apart every moment. But still I want to go back to home! I'm going to run out of chocolates soon. Then there will only be the ones with the coconut. I hate coconut, but I wanted to save the hard candies. And worst of all I'm bored.
But I did see an alligator earlier. I always wanted an alligator! This almost makes up for leaving Mr. Stripes at home with no one to play with. I wonder if he likes coconut chocolates? Because I really am not going to eat those.
I wonder if there will be anything to play with while I beat Master's game. I hope they like tag!
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Character: Mizumachi Kengo
Series: Eyeshield21
Age: 16
Canon: Mizumachi is defined by his strong spirit; once he sets his mind on accomplishing something he'd rather work himself to death than fail. He has an almost childlike sense of enthusiasm and innocence, a really pure-hearted guy (however, these qualities causes him to be quite naïve at times). He seems to do things for the sake of others most of the time, it makes you wonder if he ever does anything purely for himself. Can be somewhat arrogant at times, but never does it to be cruel or cause harm.
Possessing great athletic abilities, every single sport club in school wanted him to join their club. He didn't seem to have a preference for a particular sport himself, but immediately joined the swimming club when lied to (an upperclassman told him the club would be scrapped unless they got a ranking place in the tournament by next semester). Unfortunately, Mizumachi didn't know how to swim. But he learned by working hard; swimming day and night, no matter the weather or sacrifices he had to make. Finally he brought the team to victory, and eagerly wanted the team to now aim for nationwide best. He was met with disgust by his teammates though, them telling him he was weird for training all the time and that they were sick of trying to match up to his standards. But he kept to it, despite being frozen out and treated like shit. Later on he met Kakei, when the other boy was trying to recruit members for the American football club. In Kakei he saw for the first time the same motivation that he possessed, and so he ended up joining the team.
Mizumachi is a very tall guy (something he seems to take pride in, even though Kakei just so happens to be a tad bit taller), and he loves great heights. And despite everything, he still really enjoys swimming. Mizumachi also likes to randomly take off his clothes. See for yourself!
...I just spent countless of hours on a cramped plane (do they design those things with midgets in mind?!), and then even longer in a stinky old bus. And what for? Apparently, to end up at this odd place. There is no way that this is the training camp that Kakei wanted me to attend with him; there's nothing here that looks even remotely connected to American football. And that reminds me, this is America. Kakei was supposed to help me adjust to this country, but it sure seems like I'm on my own.
Hm, interesting mix of people here. Nobody as tall as me, of course. Hah, that's one thing that benefits from the missing Kakei; I gotta be the tallest one here! *pulls off tank top in a triumphant sweep, carelessly tossing it in the face of a passerby*
"Oops, sorry! Here, let me help-" I trail off when I see what the passerby looks like underneath my tank top. A face so white it might as well be bloodless, with what looks like chunks of flesh missing. He also smells awful.
"Ah, your skin... Uh, been tanning too much lately? Kakei -- that's my best friend by the way, supposed to meet me here, you haven't seen him I suppose? -- says that Americans like sunbathing and uhm... YOUCANKEEPTHESHIRTOKBYENOW!
...Right. I think I will punch Kakei the next time I see him. I never thought America would be like this, I have to get out of here! Maybe I can still catch up with that bus and -- Oooooo look, a lake! *eagerly runs towards it, chucking his pants in the process*
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Character: Bertie Samson
Series: God's Smuggler
Age: 19
((Mod note: This is a JOKE APP approved by Biz to go up. Don't worry about voting seriously.))
Canon: Bertie Samson was once a tough, streetwise prostitute moving from crackhouse to crackhouse in the seediest neighborhoods New York city had to offer. He sold his body and regretted none of it, spurning the words of Jim, the pastor at the local homeless shelter.
Bernie would have continued to live his life in "delectable sin" had God not appeared before him one night, interupting what would have been a profitable venture and angering Bertie. But soon God convinced Bertie that his true mission in life was not to become a crack whore, but to travel the world and spread His message. Bertie agreed, and soon found himself all over the globe, helping children become closer to Him (as pictured here at SuperDickery.com).
I am to spread Your word even in the darkest parts of the world, for Your word is glorious and true, even if the situation seems hopeless and I myself am to be in danger.
But still, God, why did You see it fit to send me to Louisiana? I know Your paths are not always comprehensible to us pitiful human creatures and Your will is almighty, but Louisiana? In the middle of a swamp? Please make my eyes unseeing of the terrors and heresy hidden away here! Make my heart unfeeling of the incredible sins committed here! Give me strength to confront the sinners, turn their hearts and make them true to Your way.
The very first thing I'll have to do is convince the Lady Director of Your intolerance of expletives. It just does not do to desecrate Your creation by swearing. Nor can or will deviant sexual behaviour be tolerated!
I am the Bible Smuggler, and you kids will listen to me. First off - God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve! REPENT, oh you sinners! No matter how smooth his voluptous backside, no matter how innocent the gleam of his eyes, no matter his incredible girth, faggots go to hell, according to His will! Stop spilling your seed in vain, for He created it to bring new life onto this earth! Every last single seed is important in His creation, do not spill it into the backside of some pouty-mouthed tempting juvenile creature! Be good kids! Study! Get girlfriends! Think of something to do with the rest of your life!
You may never again taste these forbidden fruits, for I have arrived to give His word to you, to lead you to His love, to salvation! And I will not leave before every single last soul has been led back to His flock!
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Character: Bakura Ryoh
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Age: 16-ish
Canon: Bakura Ryoh (often spelled Ryo or Ryou) is a sweet, if morbid, boy. He’s very polite and a good friend. He likes things like the occult and tabletop RPGs and card games, he always keeps every last button on his uniform fastened, and he writes letters to his dead little sister. However, Ryoh is a minor character, and very overshadowed by his other self, Yami Bakura, an evil spirit who can take control of Ryoh’s body whenever he wants. When he first appears, Ryoh fights Yami Bakura as hard as he can, but later in the series, Ryoh is very much a victim of Yami Bakura’s machinations, and seems to have lost his spine and possess no personality other than being a happy polite mask for Yami Bakura to wear, not caring about his memory gaps or the fact that he’s no more than a tool.
Dear Ama-
No, no, I’m not supposed to write letters to my dead little sister anymore. Everybody says it’s an unhealthy fixation and all that, though I can’t imagine why. Let’s try this again.
Dear Journal,
By now I should be used to waking up in strange and unfamiliar places with no recollection of how I got there, but it still manages to surprise me every time. At least I’m uninjured and none of this blood is mine! But I ought to get cleaned up soon, before anybody sees me looking like this. Though I wonder if there even is anybody in this dense forest? This can’t be part of the city. I wonder how far I’ll have to walk before I can catch a taxi back home? I hope it’s not too far, but this place does look really… different…
… I must be really far from home, if I’m even in the same world. I was pretty sure that monsters like that one that just walked by didn’t exist in reality. Though it does resemble my old gym teacher! And there goes another one, and that one there…. That one looks pretty cool, actually! Like a zombie, or some other horror monster! It’s even carrying its own head around. And with these kinds of creatures around, maybe nobody will notice the blood all over my uniform. I think I might not mind it if I’m stuck here that much after all.
Oh, and that one, it’s kind of like a ghost! The features are so neat, it kind of reminds me of some of my gaming miniatures…!
Wait-this place is too good to be true. Am I trapped in an RPG again? No, no way that could happen a second time! But just in case, where are those dice, I’ll know if I can find them-
I don’t think I even want to know what this sticky stuff on them is.
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Character: Yami Bakura
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh
Age: Spiritually 3000+, Physically 16-ish
Canon: Yami Bakura is the soul of an ancient Egyptian
tomb robber who, after a bit of a skirmish with the pharaoh, got himself
sealed in the millennium ring (one of seven magical dark items which he had
been trying to steal). In recent times, the ring came into the possession of
unwary Ryou Bakura, who then played host for the spirit as he once more
sought the millennium items. Despite his constant defeat at the hands of the
Pharaoh, Yami Bakura is confident and egotistical. He’s a talented and
ruthless thief and gamer, not at all above creatively manipulating (or
outright killing) others if it’ll get him what he wants. He rather enjoys
being evil and has both sadistic and masochistic tendencies. He’s drawn to
the occult, so not much scares him. His games usually present themselves in
the form of a high-stakes Shadow Game where the loser is to spend the rest
of his days in the Shadow Realm or some other equally horrible fate (these
rules apparently don’t apply to him as he’s had his fair share of losses and
has yet to stay down for very long.
(Apper note: Since Bakura has two personalities (and if we get in, two
players), but only one body, both players will be in fairly constant OOC
communication so that we can keep things straight if both get in.)
So this is where my Ring has led me. A place with this much magic in the air
must hold some interesting secrets, to say the least. Perhaps liberating
some of this power will bring me closer to the Pharaoh’s demise…
Oh? So legions of the undead have been summoned to protect this cesspool? I
approve. I would have preferred fresher corpses, but we’ll have plenty of
those soon enough. In the meantime, these decayed maggot-bags make for
excellent practice (and entertainment). The snapping of bones, the
distinctive sound of tearing flesh…no symphony could be more pleasant to my
ears. Too bad the lack of a pulse prevents the spray of blood.
Unfortunately, I’m not getting anywhere with this; the severed limbs and
lone, bouncing heads are still trying to impede my progress. Very well, my
breath-less foes, a game is in order. I would normally roll dice, but
they’re still unpleasantly sticky from my having to fish them out of a
large-beaked bird that made the fatal mistake of eating them. So a coin flip
then.
Hmm… Well, I’ll assume “Brains” is Zombie for heads.
Oh, and it’s tails. You lose, but thanks for playing. What? No, you may
not see the coin… It was NOT fixed, you lousy meat-sacks! Damnit,
accept your loss! TO THE SHADOWS WITH YOU!!!
Feh. For a bunch of dead guys, they sure are sore losers.
Heh, I suppose I have no room to talk.
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Character: Angel Dumott Schunard
Series: From the Broadway musical and now-movie RENT. (The link is, sadly, the script for the stage production ONLY. The movie is a bit different, but has the same characterization and pretty much the same story just no orgy scene.)
Age: 20
Canon: December 24, 1989. New York City. Angel is a drag queen and a street drummer whose run-in with a man named Collins quickly makes him a member of "the Alphabet City avant-garde," a group of very Bohemian friends who celebrate life and inspiration. Angel and Collins quickly become lovers, and are in fact the most (read: only) stable relationship in the musical, until Angel dies of AIDS.
Angel is a friendly, loving person, to an amazing degree: his friends say that he helped them believe in love, and that the only way his death won't be in vain is if they all stay together and love one another. He is always cheerful and playful despite his body "providing a comfortable home for the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome," and he treats his friends and his lover as something precious. And he treats strangers like he'd treat any friend. His "catch phrase," kind of, from the musical, is "today for you, tomorrow for me," which shows his policy of giving what he has to help others, because when he does good things, he trusts good things will happen to him later.
I'm pulling Angel from after his death, so he knows he's dead and will just face this like he does everything else: with acceptance and optimism. He's also AIDS free, having died of it once already, and a really horrible disease not being such a fun idea for camp... which is good, since he doesn't have any pills on him. He hasn't realized it yet, though.
Collins? Collins, baby, mi rey, are you here?
I must be dreaming. I don't think I've ever had a hallucination like this before in my life. High fevers and medication usually just make me think of my family and home, but this... I've never seen any place like this. It's like Central Park, only... cleaner.
I know I'm dying. Maybe this is my brain shutting down, making me think I'm in a forest. Well, I might as well enjoy it. Listen to the birds and the wind through the trees, smell the flowers as I rest in the shade of... a tree growing condoms. Huh.
I don't know why I'd dream of that, really. It's not like I ever use OW!
Okay. So I think the condom just bit me. And dreams don't hurt, so I guess I'm not dreaming.
I think I'm already dead. But it doesn't hurt in Heaven, either, and it's too gorgeous here to be Hell. I must be on Earth, God knows how. I need to find a phone. If I can find out where I am, maybe Collins or... or Joanne, or someone with a car (I'm sure one of us has a car!) could come and pick me up.
Oh, there's someone. I knew there had to be people here somewhere... Honey? I think I'm lost, do you have a phone I could...?
Oh my God, honey, are you okay? You look really sick. I think we should get you to a hospital. Come on, lean against my arm, we'll get out of these woods and find a city. You'll be just fine, I promise. My name is Angel, what's--
. . . .
Okay, sweetie, grabbing onto me for support is one thing, but I'm gonna have to draw the line at gnawing.
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Character: Luc
Series: Gensou Suikoden 2 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luc_(Suikoden)
Age: 17 http://www.suikosource.com/images/chars/l/luc02.gif <<<< 17 year old picture of him from Suikoden 2 since Wiki is stupid and has the one from Suikoden 3.
Canon: He's the apprentice of Leknaat, the great seer(ess) and keeper of half of one of the Great True Runes. He has the True Wind Rune on his right hand, which gives him control (albeit limited) of the wind element, and too much use. . . is actually what kills him much much later in the series. He was once a very mischievous child that tended to harrass his allies with pranks, but somehow grew into a slightly moody and aloof teenager as he began to realize his life's purpose kinda SUCKED. He is ninja-like with his dotting, and that tends to be half of what he does, companioned with his nearly constant 'WTFareyoustupid?' look. But he does have his moments where he is not, you know, completely insufferable. He tends to be somewhat high and mighty. In a strange way. In that way, its hard to tell if he's a normal teenager, or not.
Not to mention, he is also, quite literally a CLONE. (Totally canon, I swear to God.) He and another character(Sasarai, who is often refered to as a twin?) are both clones of the Harmonian Bishop Hikusaak. It is actually unknown whether Hikusaak is male or female, but both Luc and Sasarai are male. Luc has only met Sasarai a few times, but in the future(not at this point in canon) he grows to hate him.
Well, I must say, it is very strange here, and I have been in many strange places. I have also been one to say that The Order tended to outway Chaos. It seems I have been proven wrong, so very wrong, in coming here.
In fact, my way of regrettable arrival in this place is a mystery. I usually have been able to control my transportation quite easily--warping really isn't all that hard after a good many years with Leknaat as my mentor, but I do think I shall be relying on it less often from now on. It doesn't even appear to work very well anymore. A barrier of some kind? I would use my True Rune to break it, but there would hardly be a point in dying in order to escape. Especially when I don't even know what I am escaping from.
But really, a murder? How on earth would I have anything to do with a murder of one lowly person here, and why would it matter? Its one person, and I'm sure there are plenty of people here. Rather strange people, albeit.
. . . . . . . . . . .
I will not say I don't like it here. It certainly is a breath of fresh air from the monotonous wars that seem to plague the world (. . .that doesn't appear to be the same one I am currently in? When I return, I really must ask Leknaat about this. . .). And I admit this is more technology than I am used to. ( . . . I am almost certain the Sindar had this sort of thing, it seems troublesome enough to be of their doing . . . ). But really. This place is absolutely ridiculous.
There was. . . a little box. . . thing. . .? A message of some kind.
Oh. Introduce myself.
My name is Luc. And I suppose I shall be here for some time.
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Character: Kami-sama
Series: Gensomaden Saiyuki
Age: 21 (It isn't given anywhere officially, but it seems like he's slightly younger than Genjo Sanzo, or is at least more immature.)
Canon: Taken and raised by Dr. Ni Jyeni (meaning he probably wasn't just fucked in the head as a kid!), he thinks Ni, or Master to Kami-sama, has passed his position as Sanzo onto him. But like a lot of things in Kami-sama's world, that's just in his head. He enjoys finding creative ways to hurt people using prayer beads. But he's not the typical villains. He loves candy and stuffed animals, especially taking in and fixing toys. Life is just a game to him, but he's a sore loser and a total brat. He's also got some issues with God. Actually, considering that he thinks of everyone around him as toys with which God, himself, plays with, maybe it's just that he's got issues. Period.
I don't like this game! There is mud in my sandals and I had to leave so much stuff back at home! Sixty four stuffed toys isn't enough for a few hours. I don't even know why Master wants me here let alone how long I will stay until I win this game.
I don't even know the rules!
I should be dead, not wandering around in the mud with only the smallest number of toys. I suppose I'll always get new ones. Master will send them, or I'll find them. There seem to be a lot of broken toys here waiting for me to fix them. They're ones just shambling past falling apart every moment. But still I want to go back to home! I'm going to run out of chocolates soon. Then there will only be the ones with the coconut. I hate coconut, but I wanted to save the hard candies. And worst of all I'm bored.
But I did see an alligator earlier. I always wanted an alligator! This almost makes up for leaving Mr. Stripes at home with no one to play with. I wonder if he likes coconut chocolates? Because I really am not going to eat those.
I wonder if there will be anything to play with while I beat Master's game. I hope they like tag!
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Character: Mizumachi Kengo
Series: Eyeshield21
Age: 16
Canon: Mizumachi is defined by his strong spirit; once he sets his mind on accomplishing something he'd rather work himself to death than fail. He has an almost childlike sense of enthusiasm and innocence, a really pure-hearted guy (however, these qualities causes him to be quite naïve at times). He seems to do things for the sake of others most of the time, it makes you wonder if he ever does anything purely for himself. Can be somewhat arrogant at times, but never does it to be cruel or cause harm.
Possessing great athletic abilities, every single sport club in school wanted him to join their club. He didn't seem to have a preference for a particular sport himself, but immediately joined the swimming club when lied to (an upperclassman told him the club would be scrapped unless they got a ranking place in the tournament by next semester). Unfortunately, Mizumachi didn't know how to swim. But he learned by working hard; swimming day and night, no matter the weather or sacrifices he had to make. Finally he brought the team to victory, and eagerly wanted the team to now aim for nationwide best. He was met with disgust by his teammates though, them telling him he was weird for training all the time and that they were sick of trying to match up to his standards. But he kept to it, despite being frozen out and treated like shit. Later on he met Kakei, when the other boy was trying to recruit members for the American football club. In Kakei he saw for the first time the same motivation that he possessed, and so he ended up joining the team.
Mizumachi is a very tall guy (something he seems to take pride in, even though Kakei just so happens to be a tad bit taller), and he loves great heights. And despite everything, he still really enjoys swimming. Mizumachi also likes to randomly take off his clothes. See for yourself!
...I just spent countless of hours on a cramped plane (do they design those things with midgets in mind?!), and then even longer in a stinky old bus. And what for? Apparently, to end up at this odd place. There is no way that this is the training camp that Kakei wanted me to attend with him; there's nothing here that looks even remotely connected to American football. And that reminds me, this is America. Kakei was supposed to help me adjust to this country, but it sure seems like I'm on my own.
Hm, interesting mix of people here. Nobody as tall as me, of course. Hah, that's one thing that benefits from the missing Kakei; I gotta be the tallest one here! *pulls off tank top in a triumphant sweep, carelessly tossing it in the face of a passerby*
"Oops, sorry! Here, let me help-" I trail off when I see what the passerby looks like underneath my tank top. A face so white it might as well be bloodless, with what looks like chunks of flesh missing. He also smells awful.
"Ah, your skin... Uh, been tanning too much lately? Kakei -- that's my best friend by the way, supposed to meet me here, you haven't seen him I suppose? -- says that Americans like sunbathing and uhm... YOUCANKEEPTHESHIRTOKBYENOW!
...Right. I think I will punch Kakei the next time I see him. I never thought America would be like this, I have to get out of here! Maybe I can still catch up with that bus and -- Oooooo look, a lake! *eagerly runs towards it, chucking his pants in the process*
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Character: Bertie Samson
Series: God's Smuggler
Age: 19
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Canon: Bertie Samson was once a tough, streetwise prostitute moving from crackhouse to crackhouse in the seediest neighborhoods New York city had to offer. He sold his body and regretted none of it, spurning the words of Jim, the pastor at the local homeless shelter.
Bernie would have continued to live his life in "delectable sin" had God not appeared before him one night, interupting what would have been a profitable venture and angering Bertie. But soon God convinced Bertie that his true mission in life was not to become a crack whore, but to travel the world and spread His message. Bertie agreed, and soon found himself all over the globe, helping children become closer to Him (as pictured here at SuperDickery.com).
I am to spread Your word even in the darkest parts of the world, for Your word is glorious and true, even if the situation seems hopeless and I myself am to be in danger.
But still, God, why did You see it fit to send me to Louisiana? I know Your paths are not always comprehensible to us pitiful human creatures and Your will is almighty, but Louisiana? In the middle of a swamp? Please make my eyes unseeing of the terrors and heresy hidden away here! Make my heart unfeeling of the incredible sins committed here! Give me strength to confront the sinners, turn their hearts and make them true to Your way.
The very first thing I'll have to do is convince the Lady Director of Your intolerance of expletives. It just does not do to desecrate Your creation by swearing. Nor can or will deviant sexual behaviour be tolerated!
I am the Bible Smuggler, and you kids will listen to me. First off - God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve! REPENT, oh you sinners! No matter how smooth his voluptous backside, no matter how innocent the gleam of his eyes, no matter his incredible girth, faggots go to hell, according to His will! Stop spilling your seed in vain, for He created it to bring new life onto this earth! Every last single seed is important in His creation, do not spill it into the backside of some pouty-mouthed tempting juvenile creature! Be good kids! Study! Get girlfriends! Think of something to do with the rest of your life!
You may never again taste these forbidden fruits, for I have arrived to give His word to you, to lead you to His love, to salvation! And I will not leave before every single last soul has been led back to His flock!
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Character: Bakura Ryoh
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Age: 16-ish
Canon: Bakura Ryoh (often spelled Ryo or Ryou) is a sweet, if morbid, boy. He’s very polite and a good friend. He likes things like the occult and tabletop RPGs and card games, he always keeps every last button on his uniform fastened, and he writes letters to his dead little sister. However, Ryoh is a minor character, and very overshadowed by his other self, Yami Bakura, an evil spirit who can take control of Ryoh’s body whenever he wants. When he first appears, Ryoh fights Yami Bakura as hard as he can, but later in the series, Ryoh is very much a victim of Yami Bakura’s machinations, and seems to have lost his spine and possess no personality other than being a happy polite mask for Yami Bakura to wear, not caring about his memory gaps or the fact that he’s no more than a tool.
Dear Ama-
No, no, I’m not supposed to write letters to my dead little sister anymore. Everybody says it’s an unhealthy fixation and all that, though I can’t imagine why. Let’s try this again.
Dear Journal,
By now I should be used to waking up in strange and unfamiliar places with no recollection of how I got there, but it still manages to surprise me every time. At least I’m uninjured and none of this blood is mine! But I ought to get cleaned up soon, before anybody sees me looking like this. Though I wonder if there even is anybody in this dense forest? This can’t be part of the city. I wonder how far I’ll have to walk before I can catch a taxi back home? I hope it’s not too far, but this place does look really… different…
… I must be really far from home, if I’m even in the same world. I was pretty sure that monsters like that one that just walked by didn’t exist in reality. Though it does resemble my old gym teacher! And there goes another one, and that one there…. That one looks pretty cool, actually! Like a zombie, or some other horror monster! It’s even carrying its own head around. And with these kinds of creatures around, maybe nobody will notice the blood all over my uniform. I think I might not mind it if I’m stuck here that much after all.
Oh, and that one, it’s kind of like a ghost! The features are so neat, it kind of reminds me of some of my gaming miniatures…!
Wait-this place is too good to be true. Am I trapped in an RPG again? No, no way that could happen a second time! But just in case, where are those dice, I’ll know if I can find them-
I don’t think I even want to know what this sticky stuff on them is.
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Character: Yami Bakura
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh
Age: Spiritually 3000+, Physically 16-ish
Canon: Yami Bakura is the soul of an ancient Egyptian
tomb robber who, after a bit of a skirmish with the pharaoh, got himself
sealed in the millennium ring (one of seven magical dark items which he had
been trying to steal). In recent times, the ring came into the possession of
unwary Ryou Bakura, who then played host for the spirit as he once more
sought the millennium items. Despite his constant defeat at the hands of the
Pharaoh, Yami Bakura is confident and egotistical. He’s a talented and
ruthless thief and gamer, not at all above creatively manipulating (or
outright killing) others if it’ll get him what he wants. He rather enjoys
being evil and has both sadistic and masochistic tendencies. He’s drawn to
the occult, so not much scares him. His games usually present themselves in
the form of a high-stakes Shadow Game where the loser is to spend the rest
of his days in the Shadow Realm or some other equally horrible fate (these
rules apparently don’t apply to him as he’s had his fair share of losses and
has yet to stay down for very long.
(Apper note: Since Bakura has two personalities (and if we get in, two
players), but only one body, both players will be in fairly constant OOC
communication so that we can keep things straight if both get in.)
So this is where my Ring has led me. A place with this much magic in the air
must hold some interesting secrets, to say the least. Perhaps liberating
some of this power will bring me closer to the Pharaoh’s demise…
Oh? So legions of the undead have been summoned to protect this cesspool? I
approve. I would have preferred fresher corpses, but we’ll have plenty of
those soon enough. In the meantime, these decayed maggot-bags make for
excellent practice (and entertainment). The snapping of bones, the
distinctive sound of tearing flesh…no symphony could be more pleasant to my
ears. Too bad the lack of a pulse prevents the spray of blood.
Unfortunately, I’m not getting anywhere with this; the severed limbs and
lone, bouncing heads are still trying to impede my progress. Very well, my
breath-less foes, a game is in order. I would normally roll dice, but
they’re still unpleasantly sticky from my having to fish them out of a
large-beaked bird that made the fatal mistake of eating them. So a coin flip
then.
Hmm… Well, I’ll assume “Brains” is Zombie for heads.
Oh, and it’s tails. You lose, but thanks for playing. What? No, you may
not see the coin… It was NOT fixed, you lousy meat-sacks! Damnit,
accept your loss! TO THE SHADOWS WITH YOU!!!
Feh. For a bunch of dead guys, they sure are sore losers.
Heh, I suppose I have no room to talk.
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