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Next batch, going straight down the line! There's going to be light weeding this round, BTW.
Remember!
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- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
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Character: Shindou Shuichi
Series: Gravitation
Age: 19
Canon: Gravitation chronicles a young man's road to musical stardom with his band, Bad Luck. On the way, said road seems to be chock-full of hyperness, pink plush bunnies and gay relationship issues.
Shuichi is the young man in question and he’s the vocalist and songwriter for Bad Luck. Optimistic and energetic don’t even begin to describe him. He's more like a human created purely of sugar and Prozac. To add to the insanity, he is constantly ruining serious scenes by speaking without thinking first, and he randomly dresses up in bizarre costumes, including a suitcase, a battery, and a banana suit. He is also stubborn regarding anything or anyone he feels passionate about. While he’s not the brightest (or most mature) light bulb in the band, he’s highly affectionate and loyal. There are only three issues that push his emo buttons; his tortured writer boyfriend, Yuki, losing his friends and his confidence as a performer. Other than that...yeah. He’s sugar and Prozac with pink hair.
App note: This Shuichi is based on the manga.
Sample Post:
Sorry for interrupting the 'Supercalifragy'-Uh...wait, no. Lemme try again! 'Supercalifrager'-Oh forget it! Sorry for interrupting the 'Super-Something Camp Concert' but could anybody help me?
I'm supposed to make a charity appearance at the 'Center For Unique Diseases' but it looks like I got a few problems. First off! In case there's been a mix-up with the gigs, I’m gonna need to call my manager. Anybody got a phone? I can’t use mine since all I'm hearing from it is 'seven days'. It’s not what I think it is, right? Everybody told me it was just a movie and to stop acting paranoid...
Second off! Could anybody help me with the directions? I’m not sure how I got lost! I followed the yellow dirt road, made a right turn at Albuquerque path and everything else the guidelines said to do!
In exchange for helping me, I'll be happy to do some favors if you guys want! You know, I scratch your back, you scratch mine-HEY!!! I said 'scratch'! Not claw at it!
...Moving on. Like I was saying, I could help around while I'm here! I noticed the camp band and I'm sure they won’t mind a few tips. What they got so far is pretty good! Not every gorilla can work that sort of magic with a keyboard! And the squid deserves appreciation for using all of its tentacles to play drums! Oh and it’s amazing that Zombie-san could play guitar without his head! He didn't have to be a literal headbanger though. The way it fell off was creepy.
But even if they play well, their singing and lyrical writing could use lots of work. They’re not gonna make it in the business with lines like 'Blood cells are red, veins are blue'. And I think the last part about 'I'll love you too, when I eat your brains and skin.' could be rewritten to get a wider audience. Not everybody wants brains and skin, after all! I heard that the toucans only wanna peck a few eyeballs. So let's get started-
...Huh, Zombie-san? "Give me braaaains or give me concrit"?
Poll Vote!
Character: Haruno Sakura
Series: Naruto
Age: 15 or 16
Canon: You know how this goes, right? Ninjas, shounen retards, sunsets coming out of absolutely nowhere, and demons being sealed away inside innocent babies. Okay, it was only two babies. And one of those was our hero, Naruto.
Every good hero needs two sidekicks. Haruno Sakura is one of Naruto's sidekicks, the pretty, intelligent girl who keeps the boys out of too much trouble. She's not just a pretty face, though - Sakura has incredibly good chakra control, is an accomplished medic, and will not hesitate to hit anyone being a bit too stupid. For a long time she believed Naruto was the weakest member of her team; upon discovering that she herself was actually the weakest link, Sakura became focused on proving her ability to herself and everyone else. Saying she is determined would be a huge understatement.
Sample Post:
'Dear Sakura,
Welcome back to Camp Fuck You Die. Again.
We'd write that the Director deeply regrets disrupting your life like this, but she doesn't. Your supply of dots is in the box by the bed. Try not to use them up too fast, and don't give any to Itachi. He's over his limit already.
PS. We call them assbows. Soon, you will too.'
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Try to put an - an 'assbow' on me, would you, stupid purple monkey? Come near me again and I'll stick your 'assbow' where the sun doesn't sh -
...
Hi! I'm Haruno Sakura, and I'm sure I haven't been here before, no matter what the letter says. Although it would explain why the gorillas ran away when they saw my face - I'm good, but I'm not so good that even the animals in a new place would know to avoid me! Or, well, maybe they didn't all know before, but they sure do now. I had to give the creature in the lake a very stern talking-to, but I'm sure it won't be bothering me again~!
If only everyone here knew how to be persuasive like me, they'd really feel so much better. It seems like you worry over the smallest little things, like food, and who's sleeping where. Only a little while ago I stumbled across a man running away from a rabbit! A sweet, adorable little bunny rabbit! I told him not to be afraid, rabbits rarely if ever eat people. ...At the time, I was quite sure it was true! This place is teaching me a lot, that must be why Tsunade-shishou sent me here.
Now, I'm looking for Uzumaki Naruto...and - and Uchiha Sasuke, you might have seen -
They're here? Both of them are here? No, I wasn't here, I told you. They're - they were my team, I wouldn't just leave them like that. Besides, who else is going to keep Naruto from trying to drink the lake water? No, I didn't think anyone would volunteer. He can't have been here for more than a day and you already know what to expect from him. As for Sasuke-kun, well, he doesn't always know what's best for him...I'm responsible enough for three, though~! We'll be off and out of your way just as soon as someone tells me where they are. Both of them.
This time, we're leaving together.
Poll Vote!
Character: Zia
Series: Charles de Lint's Newford novels
Age: As old as the world, at least -- but Zia appears about as a teenage punkette, depending on who's looking.
Canon: Charles de Lint is an 'urban fantasy' writer, plopping a mix of European and Native American myths and mythological figures into a good old North American city -- Newford. Newford is a city with it's buskers, artists, professors, girls who walked out of websites, gremlins, los lobos, and of course a whole host of 'Corbae', which is easiest to think of as 'bird people'. Zia is a crow girl, and one of the oldest of them all -- not that you'd know that. She and her other half, Maida, live in a tree, eat sugar and call it tea, are just general light hearted and all around silly. They know so much that they find it easier to just forget it all and live in the present rather than remember the past.
Like crows the girls are easily distracted by sweets and sparklies and often seem to be pretty carefree and childlike. They often have a weird speech pattern and play off of each other when they talk. Co-dependent much? However when it calls for it they can also turn at least somewhat serious. They have a talent for 'fixing things' with spit or blood, so small hurts and large hurts can be fixed up alright. They also carry switchblades in their sleeves. De Lint quotes one of Ani D's songs, and it fits the crow girls rather well:
it's a long long road
it's a big big world
we are wise wise women
we are giggling girls
we both carry a smile
to show when we're pleased
we both carry a switchblade
in our sleeves
Sample Post:
Hellooo~ hihihi~ Hello.
Maida will be oh so veryvery extrodinarily jealous of what I've found. It sparkles and shines and changes. And I found it first. The person who found it the firstest was me! A trisket a trasket, I found it in my basket~ like that, only, without the basket and the trasket. And without the trisket. But I found it, this Campfuciliciously Dead~.
Let's play a game, maybe it will make you smile. You know, a game, a game, like the one where you sit down and duck and duck and then goose and run? Okay! Duck, duck, dead, deader, deadest. You're the deadest goose not-alive! ... Oh, you're supposed to get up and chase! And then if you catch me I have to be the goose, but I'm going to be the alive goose because I'm not dead. Maida would like to play too, but she's so not h~e~r~e~.
Ooooh~ this tree here, see? I live in a tree, but it isn't like this one. This one is a safe sex tree. Is being safe the same upside down as it is right side up? Or is it more dizzier? Or is it efas? That's backwards through the mirror.
You all must be backwards~ That would explain why you are dead and moving instead of alive and moving. Does this mean that when you are alive you sit so veryveryvery still and pretend to be underground? I can hold my breath for~~ever.
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Poll Vote!
Character: Sophie Gargamel
Series: Hitherby Dragons: Unclean Legacy
Age: 17
Canon: So what would happen to your childhood if Gargamel had caught all the Smurfs and turned them to gold? Well, according to Unclean Legacy, what would've happened is that he would have gained unimaginable power, gotten married, and had seven kids, who he would then parent in the way that most evil guys with unimaginable power do. Which is to say, pay them minimal amounts of attention, give them whatever gift they ask for on their tenth birthday, and then allow them to fight each other to the death over their inheritance.
Sophie is one of those seven children. She is a twin to her sister Christine and a skinchanger with no soul. She spends her nights being chased by the Devil, who wants her, and her days avoiding her twin, who just wants to kill her. Sophie is a little bit angry, a little bit scared, a little bit proud, more than a little powerful, and very confused as to her role in life. Kind of like a regular teenager, but with no soul, really cool shapeshifting powers, and a close personal relationship with more than a few kinds of evil.
Sophie is taken from a time shortly after the flashback events of "Red", which come directly after the non-flashback events of "The Duel". Which is to say, approximately ten years before the end of the story, when Sophie is somewhere around seventeen years old.
Oh yes. It's also important to know that the brothers mentioned are Francescu and Manfred, at least one of whom she is not on good terms with.
Sample Post:
It's highly unlikely that there are any positive outcomes for me in this situation.
The thing about fighting the Devil is that afterwards, you're tired. And so when I was approached by purple primates accompanied by violently colored birds, I wasn't that enthused about more running. They hadn't even done anything besides look vaguely menacing, really.
"Devil-tainted, soulless girl," they said, "you shall accompany us." Now, I like birds well enough, but not rude ones, and still less ones who are not frightened by my gryphon-shape as they ought be. "Our mistress brings together individuals from across the worlds," they said, but I was busy running. "Your brothers are already there," they said, which only inspired me to increase my pace. Unfortunately, that kind of news can trip up the feet, and even as a greyhound I wasn't fast enough. "Daddy won't like it," I said as they took hold of me, but they did not seem to fear the name of Montechristien Gargamel or a dragon's fiery breath. And that is how I came to be here.
After my arrival, I was approached by two giant ticking lizards. As I attempted to fly to the safety of the trees, one of them snapped his jaws and I was enclosed in darkness -only for a moment, of course, because it's harder to hold an elephant than a sparrow. Then, as that one was indisposed, the other spoke their proposition.
Though it wasn't very polite, I interrupted partway through. It was fruitless to try to convince me to invest in a--I believe the word he used was 'timeshare'-- on my body, since it was soulless and unoccupied. One would think that creatures with timepieces in their bodies would be more conscious of wasting it.
They chased me through the woods, still pleading, but even ticking lizard-things cannot move as fast as the lightning. Unfortunately, I grew dizzy and misjudged my distance. When I regained my composure, I found myself in the midst of a small gathering of people. A rotting man in a white coat greeted me squelchily and attempted to tend my wounds, but it is difficult to accept medical assistance from one who cannot even hold himself together.
The white-coated man told me tales of a village nearby, where the people from across the worlds were gathered to look for a murderer, which is when I began to suspect that Christine had put everyone up to this. Having had enough of the game, I asked the way back to Castle Gargamel. The rotting should not laugh, especially when it causes their eyes to leak that way. At least his directions appear to be good, because the forest is thinning. I fully expect to see her standing in the clearing looking self-satis--
"Welcome to Camp Smurf You Die."
...This is not the way to Castle Gargamel, is it.
Poll Vote!
Character: Fai D. Flowright
Series: Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE
Age: Late teens [ physically ]
Canon: Fai is the magician of the group. Relatively easygoing, he brushes most things off and shirks hard work and responsibility on his companion Kurogane. But the soft shell he presents hides a harder interior. When pushed into battle, it's clear he's a veteran at it, almost playful as he attacks his enemies. It takes a lot of provoking to get him to actually be serious. His only reason for traveling to different worlds is to escape his own. He may play the fool, but it only masks his sharp intelligence.
Despite being a magician, he refuses to use magic, hiding behind the lie of 'it not being possible without his tattoos'. But in the recent chapters he was edged far enough into a corner to reveal that he still has the ability. Some of his quirks include giving his companions nicknames and making the whistling sound instead of actually whistling [ he actually pronounces it as 'wheet woo' or 'hyuuu' in the japanese version ].
Sample Post:
[ Private ; ]
Another feather hunt, another world. I never get tired of all the new, exciting places Mokona has been spitting us in to! Mmmmm. But I'll have to admit this one is definitely stranger than most. It seems like our little group has been separated again too.
But why worry? All I have to do is follow 'Fai's Three Easy Steps of Instant Native-ity'! Then I'll blend in. No worries! Then all that's left is to wait for the others to arrive.
[ First Step; Infiltrate the masses ]
I quickly figured out that the natives of this world eat as one large group. So I bounced, ducked and slipped into the large building where the food was being distributed in colorful, plastic trays. Easy breezy! Right? Until I noticed the local cuisine was a bit... alive. And moving. Quite feral too! Who knew corn could chew through metal?
My fork didn't survive the experience. After the 'hamburgers' escaped in a herd out the door and it was safe to climb down from the tables, I buried it outside.
[ Infiltration; SUCCESS. But still hungry. ]
[ Second Step; Blend in through participation ]
Now that I had snuck into the group, all I had to do was blend in! So I slipped inside one of the little wooden houses. They were holding a class! How convenient. I never caught the name of it, but I was very happy to see that they had bananas available. They had those in another world I was in, very tasty!
But as soon as I peeled it, ready to take the first bite, our teacher stopped me and pressed a rubbery object in my palm. He said I had to put it on the banana.
A 'con-dom'? What a strange custom, to protect your banana. Then again, with our hamburgers terrorizing small animals in the forest, everyone was probably still hungry. They would obviously want my banana!
Despite having a hint of strawberry flavor it wasn't very chewable, this con-dom. So as soon as the teacher's back was turned I gave it to my seatmate and ate the banana before anyone noticed.
It was very tasty. ♥
Later on, while taking a stroll through the bushes, I figured out that con-doms protected other sorts of 'bananas' too. I tried to warn the pair about the anthill nearby... but they didn't take my advice too well I think.
[ Blending in; SUCCESS. No longer hungry. ]
[ Third Step; Learn to survive in the hostile environment ]
I made a list of useful things that I managed to collect through clever conversation.
Glow in the dark con-doms
- Incase the nights are dim. I won't have to worry about tripping.
A book on how to be NORMAL
- Very important reading material.
Other 'campers'
- For distracting the bad-touch monster when I feel like a swim . It only has so much legs for grabbing!
... I'm just teasing. Unless they prove dangerous to me that is. ♥
Food
- Bananas, sausages, popsicles... the chef in the cafeteria kept handing me long, edible things. And winking. But it's not meant to be~ I need my banana shields to see in the dark!
[ Learning; SUCCESS. Lots of useful things found. ]
Perfect! I'm nicely settled. Now all that's left to do is sit tight and peer around for any sight of the feather we need. But without Mokona that will take awhile.
Might as well make myself comfortable while waiting. Time to infiltrate a cabins! Who knows what's in those bushes...
Poll Vote!
Character: Delphine Angua von Überwald
Series: Discworld / Terry Pratchett
Age: 19ish? It never says but she can't be older than 20.
Canon: Sniffing out criminals, limiting attacks to
flesh wounds, only eating meat on the full moon and then only chicken
(which she always pays for), wearing her badge on a collar around her
neck, and gladly representing her minority(No, not women. Werewolves),
Angua is a member of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch (hired as part of an
affirmative action plan by Havelock Vetinari).
With a Baron and a Baroness as parents, Angua comes from a noble
family of werewolves. Her siblings include a psychopathic and power
hungry brother, a brother who is stuck in wolf form at all times and a
sister who died mysteriously. Angua left home when she decided killing
and eating people was not the life for her and spent her time roaming
from city to city never quite able to find a good job or a boyfriend
who accepted her for who she was until she joined the Watch. Angua is
actually a vegetarian while human. As a werewolf she has a weakness
for chickens, but she always pays for them before or after eating them
because an animal wouldn't.
She became a Lance-Corporal in the City Watch, and she usually tends
to be quite practical and level headed when compared with most of the
other people on the Watch. Now as a Sergeant, she is the ultimate K9
cop with a sense of smell so refined she can smell emotions, gender,
and even color.
Sample Post:
I am adjusting to life here at camp as well as to be expected when one
takes into consideration that this environment isn't exactly sensitive
to my dietary needs. You'd think if there are trees capable of growing
undergarments and umbrellas there would be at least one tree that
bears some sort of fruit or vegetable that would not alter my current
physical state in any way, shape or form. I have the "pleasure" of
shifting into a wolf when need be and that is quite enough change for
one person. I do my best to muddle through the meals prepared in the
mess hall but even they lack a certain quality of normalcy to them.
Last time I went to pick a bit of meat out of a dish, it bit me.
There are no leads in the mysterious crime that is the supposed reason
behind us being brought to this "camp". Apparently we are being held
against our will because someone killed the Director's fiancé. There
seems to be little or no real investigation into the reported murder.
One would think that for such a major crime this Director that they
speak of would devote her time towards recruiting or gathering people
with criminal investigation skills. As it is there seems to be no
real sense of structure or organization as related to creating a force
capable of solving a murder mystery of this magnitude. It seems to be
just a matter of hoping one of the campers gets traumatized into
making a confession in hopes of escaping this recreational torment.
I suppose that providing all campers with "laptops" and gonnes could
be considered a step in the right direction if one chose to consider
these items as basic training materials for the afore mentioned
capable force. I, however, had the hardest time adjusting to using the
laptop as a means of communication seeing as the keyboard follows some
foreign alphabetical order and writing on the screen only makes it
harder to read messages that may be sent to you. As for the gonne? I
have found more use for this "weapon" as a truncheon. I have witnessed
a demonstration of this weapon's proper usage and bludgeoning seems
far more humane than simply blasting things to bits. Neither are my
personal choices in self defense or the apprehending of a
subject but I do not have the convenience of a partner to hold my
clothing while I'm in wolf form and the talking birds have a nasty
habit of making off with your belongings if you leave them unattended.
Once you get used to the fact that the fauna is sentient and the
wildlife is psychopathic, you could say this camp is charming
in its own special way. I would never say that, but to each
his own. It has taken some time for me to get my bearings. This has
been a process that has involved public displays of nudity, frantic
attempts at escape resulting in unpleasant run-ins with the barrier,
and a lingering confusion as to why we are all here. Of course I am
still well aware of the reason that this Director woman gives but it
holds no real merit considering that she's created an environment
where everything wants to kill or violate you.
Poll Vote!
Character: Luc
Series: Suikoden III (game)
Age: Physically, Luc looks eternally 14-16 years old.
Canon: Luc is the bearer of the True Wind Rune. In his youth, he was the apprentice of Leknaat the Seer, and the Executor of Balance. She, in fact, was something like a mother figure to him, and he respects her greatly. Unfortunately, these True Runes have minds of their own and Luc was fed dreams and visions of the future, the way the world would become; its destiny. This, accompanied with Luc's belief that he is soulless, drove him to rebel against destiny and join forces with a demon, a strategist, and his own pupil, for the purpose of avoiding this terrible future of nothingness; of perfect order. He would destroy his own rune, in the process killing himself. (Also, risking the lives of many since an out of control true rune is Serious Business.)
Luc comes across most of the time as very stubborn, mostly serious, somewhat arrogant and a little distant. He has no problem lying to you if it gets him what he wants. This particularly applies to reactions he tries to evoke from people. He can be easily whipped up into a frenzy given the right circumstances. He has Deadly Emo and Existential Angst for a variety of spoilery reasons. He tries to keep that to himself and those especially close to him. He also might be a little unstable sometimes.
Sample Post:
... Is this the real life? Or is it just fantasy? There was to be no interference. I realize that the actions I take are not the best for everyone, but I do what I do for the good of the world! To throw of the yoke of servitude and the reins of fate. However, this place is far too strange to attribute to just anyone. Perhaps this is all an illusion, an attempt to sway me. This cursed Wind rune can be so devious. To show me a place of chaos, with nothing in common with the absolute world of silence it has showed me for so long. Except... this isn't exactly a future I would have chosen. It smells like... tomato soup. Or buttered clams. Or - well, it doesn't matter, I hate it all.
There is life here, but where are the people? The undead are always quite disturbing, though I may be hasty in saying that. Rather, it may be hypocritical of me. Hah! It seems we share certain traits that are less than desirable. However. We are not the same. So I would appreciate it if those in the peanut gallery would keep their comments about kinship to themselves! Though there is one good thing about them. They're really quite delicious. Salted and unsalted, in fact. Would you like one?
Regardless of whether this is real or not, I can bear the pain a little longer, I'm sure. I'm sure this is all just a dream. I'll wake up soon, startled back into reality. It's always the way. Always! No, you can't help. Really. Don't test my patience. While this place and it's amazing wildlife should be more than enough to snap me back, I don't require anyone to start pinching -- Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
...
Honestly. Everyone thinks the wind is such a pathetic force of nature. It's an invisible force, so it's rather a pity that you can't really see it in action. Rest assured that I will show you this mighty force. You'd be surprised at what a little air pressure can do. The wind can always prevail. That I control such power... I will show you the true power of the wind. And then I will destroy this camp, myself and this cursed rune! I WILL BREAK WIND!
Poll Vote!
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me if I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Now VOTE. Closed~
Character: Shindou Shuichi
Series: Gravitation
Age: 19
Canon: Gravitation chronicles a young man's road to musical stardom with his band, Bad Luck. On the way, said road seems to be chock-full of hyperness, pink plush bunnies and gay relationship issues.
Shuichi is the young man in question and he’s the vocalist and songwriter for Bad Luck. Optimistic and energetic don’t even begin to describe him. He's more like a human created purely of sugar and Prozac. To add to the insanity, he is constantly ruining serious scenes by speaking without thinking first, and he randomly dresses up in bizarre costumes, including a suitcase, a battery, and a banana suit. He is also stubborn regarding anything or anyone he feels passionate about. While he’s not the brightest (or most mature) light bulb in the band, he’s highly affectionate and loyal. There are only three issues that push his emo buttons; his tortured writer boyfriend, Yuki, losing his friends and his confidence as a performer. Other than that...yeah. He’s sugar and Prozac with pink hair.
App note: This Shuichi is based on the manga.
Sample Post:
Sorry for interrupting the 'Supercalifragy'-Uh...wait, no. Lemme try again! 'Supercalifrager'-Oh forget it! Sorry for interrupting the 'Super-Something Camp Concert' but could anybody help me?
I'm supposed to make a charity appearance at the 'Center For Unique Diseases' but it looks like I got a few problems. First off! In case there's been a mix-up with the gigs, I’m gonna need to call my manager. Anybody got a phone? I can’t use mine since all I'm hearing from it is 'seven days'. It’s not what I think it is, right? Everybody told me it was just a movie and to stop acting paranoid...
Second off! Could anybody help me with the directions? I’m not sure how I got lost! I followed the yellow dirt road, made a right turn at Albuquerque path and everything else the guidelines said to do!
In exchange for helping me, I'll be happy to do some favors if you guys want! You know, I scratch your back, you scratch mine-HEY!!! I said 'scratch'! Not claw at it!
...Moving on. Like I was saying, I could help around while I'm here! I noticed the camp band and I'm sure they won’t mind a few tips. What they got so far is pretty good! Not every gorilla can work that sort of magic with a keyboard! And the squid deserves appreciation for using all of its tentacles to play drums! Oh and it’s amazing that Zombie-san could play guitar without his head! He didn't have to be a literal headbanger though. The way it fell off was creepy.
But even if they play well, their singing and lyrical writing could use lots of work. They’re not gonna make it in the business with lines like 'Blood cells are red, veins are blue'. And I think the last part about 'I'll love you too, when I eat your brains and skin.' could be rewritten to get a wider audience. Not everybody wants brains and skin, after all! I heard that the toucans only wanna peck a few eyeballs. So let's get started-
...Huh, Zombie-san? "Give me braaaains or give me concrit"?
Poll Vote!
Character: Haruno Sakura
Series: Naruto
Age: 15 or 16
Canon: You know how this goes, right? Ninjas, shounen retards, sunsets coming out of absolutely nowhere, and demons being sealed away inside innocent babies. Okay, it was only two babies. And one of those was our hero, Naruto.
Every good hero needs two sidekicks. Haruno Sakura is one of Naruto's sidekicks, the pretty, intelligent girl who keeps the boys out of too much trouble. She's not just a pretty face, though - Sakura has incredibly good chakra control, is an accomplished medic, and will not hesitate to hit anyone being a bit too stupid. For a long time she believed Naruto was the weakest member of her team; upon discovering that she herself was actually the weakest link, Sakura became focused on proving her ability to herself and everyone else. Saying she is determined would be a huge understatement.
Sample Post:
'Dear Sakura,
Welcome back to Camp Fuck You Die. Again.
We'd write that the Director deeply regrets disrupting your life like this, but she doesn't. Your supply of dots is in the box by the bed. Try not to use them up too fast, and don't give any to Itachi. He's over his limit already.
PS. We call them assbows. Soon, you will too.'
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Try to put an - an 'assbow' on me, would you, stupid purple monkey? Come near me again and I'll stick your 'assbow' where the sun doesn't sh -
...
Hi! I'm Haruno Sakura, and I'm sure I haven't been here before, no matter what the letter says. Although it would explain why the gorillas ran away when they saw my face - I'm good, but I'm not so good that even the animals in a new place would know to avoid me! Or, well, maybe they didn't all know before, but they sure do now. I had to give the creature in the lake a very stern talking-to, but I'm sure it won't be bothering me again~!
If only everyone here knew how to be persuasive like me, they'd really feel so much better. It seems like you worry over the smallest little things, like food, and who's sleeping where. Only a little while ago I stumbled across a man running away from a rabbit! A sweet, adorable little bunny rabbit! I told him not to be afraid, rabbits rarely if ever eat people. ...At the time, I was quite sure it was true! This place is teaching me a lot, that must be why Tsunade-shishou sent me here.
Now, I'm looking for Uzumaki Naruto...and - and Uchiha Sasuke, you might have seen -
They're here? Both of them are here? No, I wasn't here, I told you. They're - they were my team, I wouldn't just leave them like that. Besides, who else is going to keep Naruto from trying to drink the lake water? No, I didn't think anyone would volunteer. He can't have been here for more than a day and you already know what to expect from him. As for Sasuke-kun, well, he doesn't always know what's best for him...I'm responsible enough for three, though~! We'll be off and out of your way just as soon as someone tells me where they are. Both of them.
This time, we're leaving together.
Poll Vote!
Character: Zia
Series: Charles de Lint's Newford novels
Age: As old as the world, at least -- but Zia appears about as a teenage punkette, depending on who's looking.
Canon: Charles de Lint is an 'urban fantasy' writer, plopping a mix of European and Native American myths and mythological figures into a good old North American city -- Newford. Newford is a city with it's buskers, artists, professors, girls who walked out of websites, gremlins, los lobos, and of course a whole host of 'Corbae', which is easiest to think of as 'bird people'. Zia is a crow girl, and one of the oldest of them all -- not that you'd know that. She and her other half, Maida, live in a tree, eat sugar and call it tea, are just general light hearted and all around silly. They know so much that they find it easier to just forget it all and live in the present rather than remember the past.
Like crows the girls are easily distracted by sweets and sparklies and often seem to be pretty carefree and childlike. They often have a weird speech pattern and play off of each other when they talk. Co-dependent much? However when it calls for it they can also turn at least somewhat serious. They have a talent for 'fixing things' with spit or blood, so small hurts and large hurts can be fixed up alright. They also carry switchblades in their sleeves. De Lint quotes one of Ani D's songs, and it fits the crow girls rather well:
it's a long long road
it's a big big world
we are wise wise women
we are giggling girls
we both carry a smile
to show when we're pleased
we both carry a switchblade
in our sleeves
Sample Post:
Hellooo~ hihihi~ Hello.
Maida will be oh so veryvery extrodinarily jealous of what I've found. It sparkles and shines and changes. And I found it first. The person who found it the firstest was me! A trisket a trasket, I found it in my basket~ like that, only, without the basket and the trasket. And without the trisket. But I found it, this Campfuciliciously Dead~.
Let's play a game, maybe it will make you smile. You know, a game, a game, like the one where you sit down and duck and duck and then goose and run? Okay! Duck, duck, dead, deader, deadest. You're the deadest goose not-alive! ... Oh, you're supposed to get up and chase! And then if you catch me I have to be the goose, but I'm going to be the alive goose because I'm not dead. Maida would like to play too, but she's so not h~e~r~e~.
Ooooh~ this tree here, see? I live in a tree, but it isn't like this one. This one is a safe sex tree. Is being safe the same upside down as it is right side up? Or is it more dizzier? Or is it efas? That's backwards through the mirror.
You all must be backwards~ That would explain why you are dead and moving instead of alive and moving. Does this mean that when you are alive you sit so veryveryvery still and pretend to be underground? I can hold my breath for~~ever.
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Character: Sophie Gargamel
Series: Hitherby Dragons: Unclean Legacy
Age: 17
Canon: So what would happen to your childhood if Gargamel had caught all the Smurfs and turned them to gold? Well, according to Unclean Legacy, what would've happened is that he would have gained unimaginable power, gotten married, and had seven kids, who he would then parent in the way that most evil guys with unimaginable power do. Which is to say, pay them minimal amounts of attention, give them whatever gift they ask for on their tenth birthday, and then allow them to fight each other to the death over their inheritance.
Sophie is one of those seven children. She is a twin to her sister Christine and a skinchanger with no soul. She spends her nights being chased by the Devil, who wants her, and her days avoiding her twin, who just wants to kill her. Sophie is a little bit angry, a little bit scared, a little bit proud, more than a little powerful, and very confused as to her role in life. Kind of like a regular teenager, but with no soul, really cool shapeshifting powers, and a close personal relationship with more than a few kinds of evil.
Sophie is taken from a time shortly after the flashback events of "Red", which come directly after the non-flashback events of "The Duel". Which is to say, approximately ten years before the end of the story, when Sophie is somewhere around seventeen years old.
Oh yes. It's also important to know that the brothers mentioned are Francescu and Manfred, at least one of whom she is not on good terms with.
Sample Post:
It's highly unlikely that there are any positive outcomes for me in this situation.
The thing about fighting the Devil is that afterwards, you're tired. And so when I was approached by purple primates accompanied by violently colored birds, I wasn't that enthused about more running. They hadn't even done anything besides look vaguely menacing, really.
"Devil-tainted, soulless girl," they said, "you shall accompany us." Now, I like birds well enough, but not rude ones, and still less ones who are not frightened by my gryphon-shape as they ought be. "Our mistress brings together individuals from across the worlds," they said, but I was busy running. "Your brothers are already there," they said, which only inspired me to increase my pace. Unfortunately, that kind of news can trip up the feet, and even as a greyhound I wasn't fast enough. "Daddy won't like it," I said as they took hold of me, but they did not seem to fear the name of Montechristien Gargamel or a dragon's fiery breath. And that is how I came to be here.
After my arrival, I was approached by two giant ticking lizards. As I attempted to fly to the safety of the trees, one of them snapped his jaws and I was enclosed in darkness -only for a moment, of course, because it's harder to hold an elephant than a sparrow. Then, as that one was indisposed, the other spoke their proposition.
Though it wasn't very polite, I interrupted partway through. It was fruitless to try to convince me to invest in a--I believe the word he used was 'timeshare'-- on my body, since it was soulless and unoccupied. One would think that creatures with timepieces in their bodies would be more conscious of wasting it.
They chased me through the woods, still pleading, but even ticking lizard-things cannot move as fast as the lightning. Unfortunately, I grew dizzy and misjudged my distance. When I regained my composure, I found myself in the midst of a small gathering of people. A rotting man in a white coat greeted me squelchily and attempted to tend my wounds, but it is difficult to accept medical assistance from one who cannot even hold himself together.
The white-coated man told me tales of a village nearby, where the people from across the worlds were gathered to look for a murderer, which is when I began to suspect that Christine had put everyone up to this. Having had enough of the game, I asked the way back to Castle Gargamel. The rotting should not laugh, especially when it causes their eyes to leak that way. At least his directions appear to be good, because the forest is thinning. I fully expect to see her standing in the clearing looking self-satis--
"Welcome to Camp Smurf You Die."
...This is not the way to Castle Gargamel, is it.
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Character: Fai D. Flowright
Series: Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE
Age: Late teens [ physically ]
Canon: Fai is the magician of the group. Relatively easygoing, he brushes most things off and shirks hard work and responsibility on his companion Kurogane. But the soft shell he presents hides a harder interior. When pushed into battle, it's clear he's a veteran at it, almost playful as he attacks his enemies. It takes a lot of provoking to get him to actually be serious. His only reason for traveling to different worlds is to escape his own. He may play the fool, but it only masks his sharp intelligence.
Despite being a magician, he refuses to use magic, hiding behind the lie of 'it not being possible without his tattoos'. But in the recent chapters he was edged far enough into a corner to reveal that he still has the ability. Some of his quirks include giving his companions nicknames and making the whistling sound instead of actually whistling [ he actually pronounces it as 'wheet woo' or 'hyuuu' in the japanese version ].
Sample Post:
[ Private ; ]
Another feather hunt, another world. I never get tired of all the new, exciting places Mokona has been spitting us in to! Mmmmm. But I'll have to admit this one is definitely stranger than most. It seems like our little group has been separated again too.
But why worry? All I have to do is follow 'Fai's Three Easy Steps of Instant Native-ity'! Then I'll blend in. No worries! Then all that's left is to wait for the others to arrive.
[ First Step; Infiltrate the masses ]
I quickly figured out that the natives of this world eat as one large group. So I bounced, ducked and slipped into the large building where the food was being distributed in colorful, plastic trays. Easy breezy! Right? Until I noticed the local cuisine was a bit... alive. And moving. Quite feral too! Who knew corn could chew through metal?
My fork didn't survive the experience. After the 'hamburgers' escaped in a herd out the door and it was safe to climb down from the tables, I buried it outside.
[ Infiltration; SUCCESS. But still hungry. ]
[ Second Step; Blend in through participation ]
Now that I had snuck into the group, all I had to do was blend in! So I slipped inside one of the little wooden houses. They were holding a class! How convenient. I never caught the name of it, but I was very happy to see that they had bananas available. They had those in another world I was in, very tasty!
But as soon as I peeled it, ready to take the first bite, our teacher stopped me and pressed a rubbery object in my palm. He said I had to put it on the banana.
A 'con-dom'? What a strange custom, to protect your banana. Then again, with our hamburgers terrorizing small animals in the forest, everyone was probably still hungry. They would obviously want my banana!
Despite having a hint of strawberry flavor it wasn't very chewable, this con-dom. So as soon as the teacher's back was turned I gave it to my seatmate and ate the banana before anyone noticed.
It was very tasty. ♥
Later on, while taking a stroll through the bushes, I figured out that con-doms protected other sorts of 'bananas' too. I tried to warn the pair about the anthill nearby... but they didn't take my advice too well I think.
[ Blending in; SUCCESS. No longer hungry. ]
[ Third Step; Learn to survive in the hostile environment ]
I made a list of useful things that I managed to collect through clever conversation.
Glow in the dark con-doms
- Incase the nights are dim. I won't have to worry about tripping.
A book on how to be NORMAL
- Very important reading material.
Other 'campers'
- For distracting the bad-touch monster when I feel like a swim . It only has so much legs for grabbing!
... I'm just teasing. Unless they prove dangerous to me that is. ♥
Food
- Bananas, sausages, popsicles... the chef in the cafeteria kept handing me long, edible things. And winking. But it's not meant to be~ I need my banana shields to see in the dark!
[ Learning; SUCCESS. Lots of useful things found. ]
Perfect! I'm nicely settled. Now all that's left to do is sit tight and peer around for any sight of the feather we need. But without Mokona that will take awhile.
Might as well make myself comfortable while waiting. Time to infiltrate a cabins! Who knows what's in those bushes...
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Character: Delphine Angua von Überwald
Series: Discworld / Terry Pratchett
Age: 19ish? It never says but she can't be older than 20.
Canon: Sniffing out criminals, limiting attacks to
flesh wounds, only eating meat on the full moon and then only chicken
(which she always pays for), wearing her badge on a collar around her
neck, and gladly representing her minority(No, not women. Werewolves),
Angua is a member of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch (hired as part of an
affirmative action plan by Havelock Vetinari).
With a Baron and a Baroness as parents, Angua comes from a noble
family of werewolves. Her siblings include a psychopathic and power
hungry brother, a brother who is stuck in wolf form at all times and a
sister who died mysteriously. Angua left home when she decided killing
and eating people was not the life for her and spent her time roaming
from city to city never quite able to find a good job or a boyfriend
who accepted her for who she was until she joined the Watch. Angua is
actually a vegetarian while human. As a werewolf she has a weakness
for chickens, but she always pays for them before or after eating them
because an animal wouldn't.
She became a Lance-Corporal in the City Watch, and she usually tends
to be quite practical and level headed when compared with most of the
other people on the Watch. Now as a Sergeant, she is the ultimate K9
cop with a sense of smell so refined she can smell emotions, gender,
and even color.
Sample Post:
I am adjusting to life here at camp as well as to be expected when one
takes into consideration that this environment isn't exactly sensitive
to my dietary needs. You'd think if there are trees capable of growing
undergarments and umbrellas there would be at least one tree that
bears some sort of fruit or vegetable that would not alter my current
physical state in any way, shape or form. I have the "pleasure" of
shifting into a wolf when need be and that is quite enough change for
one person. I do my best to muddle through the meals prepared in the
mess hall but even they lack a certain quality of normalcy to them.
Last time I went to pick a bit of meat out of a dish, it bit me.
There are no leads in the mysterious crime that is the supposed reason
behind us being brought to this "camp". Apparently we are being held
against our will because someone killed the Director's fiancé. There
seems to be little or no real investigation into the reported murder.
One would think that for such a major crime this Director that they
speak of would devote her time towards recruiting or gathering people
with criminal investigation skills. As it is there seems to be no
real sense of structure or organization as related to creating a force
capable of solving a murder mystery of this magnitude. It seems to be
just a matter of hoping one of the campers gets traumatized into
making a confession in hopes of escaping this recreational torment.
I suppose that providing all campers with "laptops" and gonnes could
be considered a step in the right direction if one chose to consider
these items as basic training materials for the afore mentioned
capable force. I, however, had the hardest time adjusting to using the
laptop as a means of communication seeing as the keyboard follows some
foreign alphabetical order and writing on the screen only makes it
harder to read messages that may be sent to you. As for the gonne? I
have found more use for this "weapon" as a truncheon. I have witnessed
a demonstration of this weapon's proper usage and bludgeoning seems
far more humane than simply blasting things to bits. Neither are my
personal choices in self defense or the apprehending of a
subject but I do not have the convenience of a partner to hold my
clothing while I'm in wolf form and the talking birds have a nasty
habit of making off with your belongings if you leave them unattended.
Once you get used to the fact that the fauna is sentient and the
wildlife is psychopathic, you could say this camp is charming
in its own special way. I would never say that, but to each
his own. It has taken some time for me to get my bearings. This has
been a process that has involved public displays of nudity, frantic
attempts at escape resulting in unpleasant run-ins with the barrier,
and a lingering confusion as to why we are all here. Of course I am
still well aware of the reason that this Director woman gives but it
holds no real merit considering that she's created an environment
where everything wants to kill or violate you.
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Character: Luc
Series: Suikoden III (game)
Age: Physically, Luc looks eternally 14-16 years old.
Canon: Luc is the bearer of the True Wind Rune. In his youth, he was the apprentice of Leknaat the Seer, and the Executor of Balance. She, in fact, was something like a mother figure to him, and he respects her greatly. Unfortunately, these True Runes have minds of their own and Luc was fed dreams and visions of the future, the way the world would become; its destiny. This, accompanied with Luc's belief that he is soulless, drove him to rebel against destiny and join forces with a demon, a strategist, and his own pupil, for the purpose of avoiding this terrible future of nothingness; of perfect order. He would destroy his own rune, in the process killing himself. (Also, risking the lives of many since an out of control true rune is Serious Business.)
Luc comes across most of the time as very stubborn, mostly serious, somewhat arrogant and a little distant. He has no problem lying to you if it gets him what he wants. This particularly applies to reactions he tries to evoke from people. He can be easily whipped up into a frenzy given the right circumstances. He has Deadly Emo and Existential Angst for a variety of spoilery reasons. He tries to keep that to himself and those especially close to him. He also might be a little unstable sometimes.
Sample Post:
... Is this the real life? Or is it just fantasy? There was to be no interference. I realize that the actions I take are not the best for everyone, but I do what I do for the good of the world! To throw of the yoke of servitude and the reins of fate. However, this place is far too strange to attribute to just anyone. Perhaps this is all an illusion, an attempt to sway me. This cursed Wind rune can be so devious. To show me a place of chaos, with nothing in common with the absolute world of silence it has showed me for so long. Except... this isn't exactly a future I would have chosen. It smells like... tomato soup. Or buttered clams. Or - well, it doesn't matter, I hate it all.
There is life here, but where are the people? The undead are always quite disturbing, though I may be hasty in saying that. Rather, it may be hypocritical of me. Hah! It seems we share certain traits that are less than desirable. However. We are not the same. So I would appreciate it if those in the peanut gallery would keep their comments about kinship to themselves! Though there is one good thing about them. They're really quite delicious. Salted and unsalted, in fact. Would you like one?
Regardless of whether this is real or not, I can bear the pain a little longer, I'm sure. I'm sure this is all just a dream. I'll wake up soon, startled back into reality. It's always the way. Always! No, you can't help. Really. Don't test my patience. While this place and it's amazing wildlife should be more than enough to snap me back, I don't require anyone to start pinching -- Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
...
Honestly. Everyone thinks the wind is such a pathetic force of nature. It's an invisible force, so it's rather a pity that you can't really see it in action. Rest assured that I will show you this mighty force. You'd be surprised at what a little air pressure can do. The wind can always prevail. That I control such power... I will show you the true power of the wind. And then I will destroy this camp, myself and this cursed rune! I WILL BREAK WIND!
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