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Character: Rinoa Heartilly
Series: Final Fantasy VIII
Character Age: 17
Canon: Final Fantasy VIII is the story of a group of teenaged mercenaries who save the world. Within their group you have represented the emo male lead, the ADD posterchild, the frighteningly cheerful One, the dominatrix teacher, the cowboy playboy, and the female lead and her dog. Rinoa is the female lead, and her dog’s name is Angelo.
Rinoa is often described as cheerful, direct, and childish. At first she appears to be the stereotypical damsel in distress; always in need of assistance, unable to fight on her own, and slightly flighty. She’s a bad artist, she has violent tendencies, and she has problems with self doubt. But, Rinoa is deeper than that, much deeper. Rinoa has tons of self confidence, which wavers only when faced with an unknown situation, alone.
Note: a slight spoiler, but Rinoa develops sorceress powers later in the game.
Sample Post:
You know sometimes how you have this slight urge to do what you’re not supposed to? Like how people say ‘don’t touch this!’ or ‘don’t bother that!’ when they really mean ‘Go ahead, bother it all you want!’? You do, right? I mean, who would leave a big red button with the words DO NOT TOUCH lying around if they wanted really wanted to keep it safe? It’s… whatstheword… reverse psychology! I mean, everyone was eyeing it the whole time; I’m just the one who decided to actually do something! I’m 100% innocent, 100% pure, and definitely 100% justified! So then, you agree with me when I say that this ‘LJ outage’ isn’t my fault at all!
It doesn’t mean I don’t feel any guilt though! I feel really bad about it, so could you please call off the zombies? I’m really really sorry about taking away their ‘only joy in the afterlife’, but I’m sure someone will come and fix it soon! In fact, while we wait, I’ll use my patented emo curing method! It works on Squall, after all! Ready?
You will be haaaappyyy, you will be haaappyyy…
…It’s not working, is it? Well, I know other methods! Hugs definitely cheer people up, so I think we should all have a big group hug. Hey, let’s not get too aggressive here! A friendly hug, remember? Don’t make me angry, because you won’t like it when I’m mad! Your wounds definitely won’t be healing if you get into a fight with me! I mean, I’m definitely not dependent on Squall or the others, and I can definitely fight by myself…
H-hey! It’s really rude to call me a witch! The name’s Rinoa, ok? R-I-N-O-A! I was really sorry at first, but with that kind of attitude, I’m changing my mind! I hit the button, and I’d totally hit it again!
Poll vote!
Character: Vyvyan Basterd
Series: The Young Ones (wiki)
Character Age: 19 (not given in canon)
Canon: Simply put, the Young Ones is a British comedy from the 80's where
four university students generally annoy each other. One could
also call it a helter-skelter, awesomely violent, rude, unpredictable,
joyously infantile steamroller of a sitcom.
The Young Ones was an attempt to revive slapstick comedy, with
a sometimes!political agenda and frequent jabs at anything that moved.
One of the flat mates is described as a mad, fearless, self-abusing,
heavy-metal-loving lunatic punk.
Vyvyan IS insane. He has this childlike enthusiasm and fascination for
destruction that would mean death to any normal person. Vyvyan loves
violence, regardless of who or what the target is. That said, he cannot
rightly be described as malicious. He becomes his own target as often not,
so perhaps he just hasn't realized most people are bothered by pain.
Vyvyan is the guy who, upon finding an undetonated atom bomb, immediately
tries to make it go off.
With a sledgehammer.
And for some reason, Vyvyan was admitted to med-school.
Sample post:
Hullo.
Any of you lot seen my hamster? Well, someone’s been feeding
him squirrels, and I know bloody well ain't me. He's on a
strict gorilla-only diet you hear me?
Artistic types give him indigestion.
Gotta admit I was pretty pissed when the bastards said I couldn't start my
second year, unless at least one of my sissy teachers could give me a grade.
And they even had the nerve of saying post-mortem doesn't count.
Since when doesn't that count, ey? Besides, that was the best piece
of forgery my roomie had done in ages!
Anyway, when I went to the bastards to inform them of my opinion,
they said I could take some extra lesson here instead. Here at, eh, where
did I put the note? Ah.
"Scumbag College Training Camp, the perfect
place to catch up and leave us alone. Please. We beg you."
Sounds to me.
Haven't found any teachers yet, but the Director said she'll vouch
for me when I leave. So I’ve just gotta -
Now that's just the most brilliant thing I've ever found...bouncing
invisible walls! Look! I throw rocks at it like this, and they
come flying back!
Ow!
Bloody brilliant!
Wonder what else will bounce... I've got these here dead rats,
a zombie head - HULLO THERE MATE! - my socks and a shotgu- Heh!
Wahahahaaa! And I hit one of them flying fleabags too. Supper!
I love this place! What else have you got?
Poll vote!
Character: Fay D. Flourite
Series: Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE/Tsubasa Chronicle (Wiki)
Age: 20
Canon: Fay D. Flourite is a natural living contradiction. He smiles when he doesn't mean it and rarely lets any other emotion besides happiness and friendliness and good cheer show. He acts ridiculous often, and seems harmless, but can kick ass and take names very literally. Everything most people would initially think about him is a lie--rather, a meticulously constructed mask. It might not be hard to see through him and tell something's wrong, but it's almost impossible to tell what that thing might be, or how bad it is.
His past is unclear; all anyone really knows is that his initial childhood sucked beyond belief, and then there was a big blank blur of time before he sealed his king, Ashura, in an underwater coffin, immediately fleeing to another world to find the Dimension Witch, Yuuko. He requested her help so that he would never have to return to his home world of Celes, which is what tied him into the whole plot of Tsubasa in the first place. Fay is, as a wizard, remarkably skilled with magic, though he refuses to use it anymore except under very specific circumstances. Instead, he relies on his skills in other things, such as a mix of fancy footwork and gymnastics that should be impossible according to every law of aerodynamics. Less impressive talents include darts (used to pwn oni) and cooking (not so much).
Fay travels with his companions, a Princess of Clow named Sakura, a young archaeologist named Syaoran who's in love with Sakura, and a gruff and easily-taunted ninja named Kurogane (not that Fay ever actually says the man's name, preferring embarrassing nicknames). They travel from world to world via a creature called Mokona Modoki, a little white creature that looks a little like a rabbit and a little like a meat bun. They're searching for Sakura's scattered memories, which are in the form of feathers... which are very powerful and have been used to do amazing, magical things before.
Note: He's taken to referring to the group as a "family," with himself as the mommy, Kurogane as the daddy, and Sakura, Syaoran and Mokona as the three kids. And when Mokona senses a feather, it makes a "boink!" sound and its eyes open really wide.
Well. Looks like I'm by myself this time around.
At least this world seems very peaceful. There doesn't seem to be anyone to welcome us... well, me... of course, but at least there aren't people with swords or guns or angry, suspicious faces this time. It would help me find this world's feather if I could get a little information, though. I wonder if there's even one in this world? I suppose I can't be sure without Mokona around to go boink. I'm starting to remember how troublesome being seperated was last time...
I wonder if the others are nearby?
I'll be able to tell once I find some people, of course. If Mokona's not close enough to translate for me, it might be a little troublesome, but I'll get by! It's not necessary to understand the language to get one's point across, after all. I just hope daddy takes good care of the kids while I'm gone~
...There's a lot of magic here. I wonder what sort of place this is? It feels a little like Lecourt, and they used magic for everything there. Could this be a world like that one, perhaps? More than that, I'm not certain that even Mokona might not have a little trouble with the strong restraining magics I feel here...
Ah! Well, well, it looks like I've finally found the locals I've been searching for! Sir? I'm sorry, but can you understand me? My name is Fay D. Flourite. I'm looking for my friends and a place to stay, so I was wondering if you could give me a hand--?
Oh. Well, thank you. It looks like you can understand me, anyway. But you, um, might want this back. I'm sure you need it, and I have two of my own, as you can see. At least I didn't ask you to keep an eye out! Ah ha ha-- ...Whoops.
Poll vote!
Character: Roxy "Freefall" Spaulding
Series: Gen13
Character Age: 18
Canon: The youngest of the Gen13 team, Roxy Spaulding is an out-going and free-spirited college kid when she’s not kicking the asses of aliens, mutants, and others hell-bent on taking over the world. Known on the team as Freefall, her powers give her the ability to control gravity to various effects, but she has yet to learn the full potential of this ability, being easily led astray by distractions such as shopping, clubbing, and, of course, boys. While her control is occasionally iffy, Roxy’s abilities do allow her to fly and levitate thing by nullifying gravity and inflict damage or slow an opponent down by increasing the gravity around them. While not a great individual fighter, she does work well with her teammates.
Outwardly confident in herself, Roxy is easily insulted and injured by her friends and especially her on again off again love interest and teammate, Grunge. She's very self-conscious of her appearance due to the attention lavished on the other female members of Gen13. While all of this might lead you to believe that she lets any of it get her down, don't be fooled. She's mostly just a perky, trash-talking little spitfire.
Sample Post:
hey mr l. ur
vacation planning
sux. get me outta
here now k thnx.
roxy
Great, not only does he send us to the backwater sticks of Lousiana for a teamwork building workshop over the holidays, but I can't even get decent phone reception to tell him how horrifically unfair this is! To top it off, the others went and got lost at the airport. How do you even do that when there's a chauffeur waiting for us with a sign and a van?
I can't believe Mr. L thought this place was supposed to be a workshop. Where did he even hear of this place? Even he usually has better taste than this! There should have been like, signs and over the top cheerful, perky, hopefully good-looking guides helping us to feel more closely connected with our team. But no, I have the casting-call rejects from the Night of the Living Dead crowding my personal space and popping their skin like overripe tomatoes with the slightest push of gravity.
I mean some of them look like they haven't eaten in years. With their cheek kind of caving in, and their skin peeling like that, I've got to say they've either got the best makeup artists in the industry here, or they really need to fire their dermatologist. Seriously, try getting a facial? Maybe Botox? Collagen injections? That flaking can't be natural, right?
Oh, hey, yeah, I'm glad to see you, too, buddy, but really you're reeking worse than Grunge after a bean burrito binge so you can stay over there. Way over there. Like, definitely not getting that close. Okay, I'm so over you! I'm going up, and you're going down, and -- eeeww! That's just gross. Couldn't you people stop with the unnecessarily disgusting splattering act? This was brand new outfit, just the right balance of uptown Manhattan chic meets crocodile-hunter necessity! This totally blows! I'm never going to get these stains out!
Fine, if no one's coming to meet me here, I'll find the way back on my own. I mean, the driver gave me a map of the area and -- "Camp Fuck You Die"? What kind of shady place calls itself "Camp Fuck You Die" and has large, furry, purple mascots? And it's supposed to be a summer camp? For, like, little snotnosed kids? You've got to be shitting me! That's it! I'm out of here! Gone! Vamoose! Up, up, and away and all that jazz.
Poll vote!
Character: Tatsumiya Mana
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima!
Age: 14
Canon: Tatsumiya Mana is a pretty unique specimen, even by her homeroom class' unusual standards. Though she supposedly serves at her family's shrine as a shrine maiden, her real line of work is of a considerably less spiritual bent: she's a mercenary, selling her fighting skills to the highest bidder. How does a fourteen-year-old girl (well, a fourteen-year-old who's built like she's in her early twenties, to be fair) end up making her living like that? If Mana's answer is to be believed, she's been fighting for most of her life--traveling the world as a young soldier in a non-governmental military unit, whose membership included mages, one of whom Mana was partnered with. Years of experience in honest-to-God warzones have honed Mana's fighting abilities to a razor edge; she is without a doubt one of the strongest fighters in her class, which is saying something when talking about a class includes a half-demon swordswoman, two martial arts prodigies, and a ninja.
All that battlefield experience has shaped Mana's personality as well; she's collected, practical, and efficient. For Mana, work comes first, ethical concerns second; need her to stop people from confessing their love because of ambient magic that'll brainwash the people they're confessing to into reciprocating? Sure, as long as you don't mind her shooting the confessors in the head with tranquilizer rounds! That's not to say she lacks emotion or warmth--just that those things come out very, very rarely and are easily overshadowed by the soldier in her. At one point, she tells her classmate and employer Chao Lingshen that she doesn't want to do anything that'd make their young teacher Negi or their other classmates hate her; a few chapters later, she's fighting them tooth and nail in Chao's name.
Sample post:
I've heard it said that war never changes. Though I realize that saying refers more to the motivations for war, I can't help but feel it's been somewhat disproven by this place, as I can't recall any previous examples of a commander fielding an army of purple apes. (Zombie armies are a dime a dozen, comparatively speaking.) I encountered scouts for the ape force mere moments after my insertion in the area; they attempted an ambush, with the apparent aim of doing a little insertion of their own. Someone has clearly trained these creatures, as they wield their engorged genitalia like clubs, and even to seem to have a well-defined fighting style based around precise movements of the hips. I've taken to calling it "rape-kata."
In any event, I repelled the surprise attack without any particular difficulty and proceeded further into the mission area--a desolate, twisted swamp landscape that is only slightly less appealing than certain parts of New Jersey I saw during a stint as a mob enforcer. My objective in this blighted place is to liberate the inhabitants of a prison camp that lies somewhere within its bounds. It's been a bit since I took such . . . altruistic work. It's not a bad feeling. Of course, the fact that I was able to command a truly exorbitant fee for suspending my work under Chao in order to take on this request helped a great deal.
My generous client told me to expect unusual forms of resistance; the emphasis that was placed on "unusual" was justified the moment I saw the gorillas. The point was getting labored when I finished off the last member of the so-called "ApeHound" unit. By the time I found myself dueling the gorilla army's high commander, wielding the butt of my empty rifle against his own . . . natural weaponry, it was a dead and beaten horse. Not quite as dead and beaten as said commander is now, though.
With that last obstacle overcome, I was able to proceed to my destination unmolested, in all senses of the word--which brings us to the present moment. Greetings. My name is Tatsumiya Mana, and I'm here to help.
But if I could be directed to a place where I could wash these stains out of my clothes first--I'd say "don't ask," but I imagine you all must be fairly familiar with what caused them by this point--that would be most appreciated.
Poll vote!
Character: Laharl
Series: Disgaea: Hour of Darkness
Character Age: 1313 (Demon equilivant of 13. Unlucky number much?)
Canon: Laharl is the son of King Krichevskoy, the Overlord of the Netherworld, who also just happened to die during Laharl's 2 year nap. The game opens with Etna, his number 1 vassal, waking him up and informing him of the situation of the Netherworld-- that is to say that everyone is trying for the position of Overlord. So like anyone would do in a moment of grief, he mourns, right? Wrong. First things first! He begins his quest to reclaim his right as Overlord, and to remind his vassals who gives the orders around here!
Laharl is arrogant, egotistical, weak to sexy girls and good sentiment, but deep down he too has love in his heart! But tell him that and you'll regret it. He's protective of his vassals but could care less how they feel as long as they're doing what he's telling him to do. As the game progresses he gets plenty of character development and his views on 'love' and why he hates it are revealed, and his heart slowly heals with a little help from both Etna and Flonne, an angel assassin.
Also note that his hair makes him look like he has two antennae.
Sample Post:
Muahahahaha! Tremble in fear weaklings, because your new Overlord is here! None other
than me! King Laharl! Supreme Overlord! Haaahahahahahahahaha!
Now! Prinnies! Attack! ...
Prinnies? WHERE ARE THE PRINNIES?! Etna! ETNA! Get your prinnies down here right now! As your Overlord you'll do as I say!
... What do you mean this place is out of your jurisdiction? Union rules state you don't have to work with moogles? You're prinnies! You belong to ME! NOW GET TO WORK!
I would almost leave you guys alone, because I'm in a good mood, except for that GIANT BANNER THAT SAYS 'LAHARL IS LOVE'!! I don't know who leaked out my weakness, but they're going to pay! It is unforgivable! I will not allow such a thing to exist! The rainbow colors are especially degrading! I am not nor will I ever be something as useless as 'love'! The word itself gives me indigestion! Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!
Of course I get good reception! What kind of question is that for an Overlord? Fools! How else would I watch shows back at the castle?
It's official! I've decided! This place isn't even worth having anymore! But if I don't have it, nobody else will either! Haahahahahahaaa!
Prepare to feel my WRAT- wait. I didn't select that option. No! I would NOT like to reset to level one! Stop that! Cancel! I command you as Overlord to-
[Laharl] has been reincarnated!
What? Who the hell do you think you are, doing that to me?! Don't you know who I am? I'm the son of King Krichevskoy, and ruler of the Netherworld!
My strength alone is enough to deal with a few measly zombies anyway. Only level 5? What is this, a tutorial area? Who relies on 'No Entry' Geo Panels to surround a base anyway? Guess I'll just have to level up on you guys then.
Then it's settled.
OVERLORD'S WRATH! MUAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
Character: Laharl
Series: Disgaea
Character Age: 1313
Canon: Laharl is the only son of the late King Krichevskoy, the last Overlord of one of many Netherworld's. After having been stuck in 'nap' for two years, he was eventually woken up by his 'loyal vassal' Etna. Upon learning of his father’s death during his time conked out, he decided to take up his rightful place as the next Overlord, and crush all those who would get in his way of taking said title.
Although to do so, he had to deal with quite a large number of annoyances. An angel 'assassin', his Vassal turning on him, flamboyant self-proclaimed rivals, defenders of Earth seeking to defeat him... Really, he had to deal with quite a lot of hassle to get the title of Overlord.
Laharl is self-centered, aggressive, and lacks quite a deal of something known as 'kindness'. So much so he despises the word and love even more so. Another problem he has is the fact that he simply cannot stand women with sexy bodies. As one human woman with said body type told him, he's probably just going through puberty, but that doesn't exactly change the fact of the matter. Although, his non-caring and 'heartless' attitude was somewhat broken down over the time after he woke up thanks to a certain love freak, he hasn't changed that much. He’s now more likely instead of simply turning to walk away when someone asks for help, ask what he’ll get in return, and if it’s something worth the effort, he just may help you.
... Or if it something you have on you, kick your ass and take it right there. If you plan on living a long life around him, just be sure not to piss him off, unless you would like a meteor dropped on your skull.
Sample Post:
HAAAAAAAAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA! Tremble and bow before your new ruler! Laharl, the cruel and merciless Overlord! Here to take over your pathetically weak Netherworld! You call those worthless zombies around here guards? Ha! I’ve knocked out stronger beasts with a flick of my scarf! Prinnies! Get your worthless selves over here! I demand something to throw at those idiots sitting around a fire over there!
Why the hell are you waddling away! Get back here NOW or I’m going to play Prinny bowling and you won’t be coming back from that! I’ll pile you all so damn high you’ll create a nuclear explosion! I pay you all so you can just be projectile bombs, so get back here and earn your keep! Although minimum wage is all you’ll ever get, and no days off, but that’s expected!
Hmhmhm... That’s what I thought! Now then where did those morons go? Ah, there they are, now to just line up the throw so it goes straight into the middle of them and damages them all properly... HA! Perfect.
... Oi, you angry looking human woman emerging from the rubble, stay back. ... Further back then that. Are you deaf!? I said stay back, not come closer, if you don’t keep a distance... Who the HELL are you calling cute? I just blew you up, why are going to say something like that after that?! And that is still too damn close you damnable human! Did you not hear me? I am an Overlord! That means I could crush your entire existence in an instant! Blow up your entire planet, with just a single Overlords Wrath! My stats are through the roof, yet you still dare to mock me?!
... ... No my hair is not a representation of my mood! Are you trying to piss me off you-Do you listen at all when I’m talking? Stop that annoying giggling and tremble in fear like you should be!
Forget this Netherworld! There are other, more significant ones to invade and make guest characters there my new vassals! Dimensional Gatekeeper! Get me the hell out of here!
... Hey, I just gave you an order! Why the hell am I still here? Oh son of a... Can she not hear me!?
...
Damnit. Does this mean I’m stuck in this backwater Netherworld? ... Hmph! I’ll just have to take over after all! Like I said you peons! Get ready to bow to your new Overlord! Laharl! HAAAAAAAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA!!
... You there! Stop laughing at me! I’m serious! I’ll have this place under my finger in no time! Just need to find out who is in charge and pummel them, then I can sit back, chug some rooster blood, and make all those weakling zombies along with anyone else remotely useful my vassals!
Poll vote!
Remember!
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- 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!
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Character: Rinoa Heartilly
Series: Final Fantasy VIII
Character Age: 17
Canon: Final Fantasy VIII is the story of a group of teenaged mercenaries who save the world. Within their group you have represented the emo male lead, the ADD posterchild, the frighteningly cheerful One, the dominatrix teacher, the cowboy playboy, and the female lead and her dog. Rinoa is the female lead, and her dog’s name is Angelo.
Rinoa is often described as cheerful, direct, and childish. At first she appears to be the stereotypical damsel in distress; always in need of assistance, unable to fight on her own, and slightly flighty. She’s a bad artist, she has violent tendencies, and she has problems with self doubt. But, Rinoa is deeper than that, much deeper. Rinoa has tons of self confidence, which wavers only when faced with an unknown situation, alone.
Note: a slight spoiler, but Rinoa develops sorceress powers later in the game.
Sample Post:
You know sometimes how you have this slight urge to do what you’re not supposed to? Like how people say ‘don’t touch this!’ or ‘don’t bother that!’ when they really mean ‘Go ahead, bother it all you want!’? You do, right? I mean, who would leave a big red button with the words DO NOT TOUCH lying around if they wanted really wanted to keep it safe? It’s… whatstheword… reverse psychology! I mean, everyone was eyeing it the whole time; I’m just the one who decided to actually do something! I’m 100% innocent, 100% pure, and definitely 100% justified! So then, you agree with me when I say that this ‘LJ outage’ isn’t my fault at all!
It doesn’t mean I don’t feel any guilt though! I feel really bad about it, so could you please call off the zombies? I’m really really sorry about taking away their ‘only joy in the afterlife’, but I’m sure someone will come and fix it soon! In fact, while we wait, I’ll use my patented emo curing method! It works on Squall, after all! Ready?
You will be haaaappyyy, you will be haaappyyy…
…It’s not working, is it? Well, I know other methods! Hugs definitely cheer people up, so I think we should all have a big group hug. Hey, let’s not get too aggressive here! A friendly hug, remember? Don’t make me angry, because you won’t like it when I’m mad! Your wounds definitely won’t be healing if you get into a fight with me! I mean, I’m definitely not dependent on Squall or the others, and I can definitely fight by myself…
H-hey! It’s really rude to call me a witch! The name’s Rinoa, ok? R-I-N-O-A! I was really sorry at first, but with that kind of attitude, I’m changing my mind! I hit the button, and I’d totally hit it again!
Poll vote!
Character: Vyvyan Basterd
Series: The Young Ones (wiki)
Character Age: 19 (not given in canon)
Canon: Simply put, the Young Ones is a British comedy from the 80's where
four university students generally annoy each other. One could
also call it a helter-skelter, awesomely violent, rude, unpredictable,
joyously infantile steamroller of a sitcom.
The Young Ones was an attempt to revive slapstick comedy, with
a sometimes!political agenda and frequent jabs at anything that moved.
One of the flat mates is described as a mad, fearless, self-abusing,
heavy-metal-loving lunatic punk.
Vyvyan IS insane. He has this childlike enthusiasm and fascination for
destruction that would mean death to any normal person. Vyvyan loves
violence, regardless of who or what the target is. That said, he cannot
rightly be described as malicious. He becomes his own target as often not,
so perhaps he just hasn't realized most people are bothered by pain.
Vyvyan is the guy who, upon finding an undetonated atom bomb, immediately
tries to make it go off.
With a sledgehammer.
And for some reason, Vyvyan was admitted to med-school.
Sample post:
Hullo.
Any of you lot seen my hamster? Well, someone’s been feeding
him squirrels, and I know bloody well ain't me. He's on a
strict gorilla-only diet you hear me?
Artistic types give him indigestion.
Gotta admit I was pretty pissed when the bastards said I couldn't start my
second year, unless at least one of my sissy teachers could give me a grade.
And they even had the nerve of saying post-mortem doesn't count.
Since when doesn't that count, ey? Besides, that was the best piece
of forgery my roomie had done in ages!
Anyway, when I went to the bastards to inform them of my opinion,
they said I could take some extra lesson here instead. Here at, eh, where
did I put the note? Ah.
"Scumbag College Training Camp, the perfect
place to catch up and leave us alone. Please. We beg you."
Sounds to me.
Haven't found any teachers yet, but the Director said she'll vouch
for me when I leave. So I’ve just gotta -
Now that's just the most brilliant thing I've ever found...bouncing
invisible walls! Look! I throw rocks at it like this, and they
come flying back!
Ow!
Bloody brilliant!
Wonder what else will bounce... I've got these here dead rats,
a zombie head - HULLO THERE MATE! - my socks and a shotgu- Heh!
Wahahahaaa! And I hit one of them flying fleabags too. Supper!
I love this place! What else have you got?
Poll vote!
Character: Fay D. Flourite
Series: Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE/Tsubasa Chronicle (Wiki)
Age: 20
Canon: Fay D. Flourite is a natural living contradiction. He smiles when he doesn't mean it and rarely lets any other emotion besides happiness and friendliness and good cheer show. He acts ridiculous often, and seems harmless, but can kick ass and take names very literally. Everything most people would initially think about him is a lie--rather, a meticulously constructed mask. It might not be hard to see through him and tell something's wrong, but it's almost impossible to tell what that thing might be, or how bad it is.
His past is unclear; all anyone really knows is that his initial childhood sucked beyond belief, and then there was a big blank blur of time before he sealed his king, Ashura, in an underwater coffin, immediately fleeing to another world to find the Dimension Witch, Yuuko. He requested her help so that he would never have to return to his home world of Celes, which is what tied him into the whole plot of Tsubasa in the first place. Fay is, as a wizard, remarkably skilled with magic, though he refuses to use it anymore except under very specific circumstances. Instead, he relies on his skills in other things, such as a mix of fancy footwork and gymnastics that should be impossible according to every law of aerodynamics. Less impressive talents include darts (used to pwn oni) and cooking (not so much).
Fay travels with his companions, a Princess of Clow named Sakura, a young archaeologist named Syaoran who's in love with Sakura, and a gruff and easily-taunted ninja named Kurogane (not that Fay ever actually says the man's name, preferring embarrassing nicknames). They travel from world to world via a creature called Mokona Modoki, a little white creature that looks a little like a rabbit and a little like a meat bun. They're searching for Sakura's scattered memories, which are in the form of feathers... which are very powerful and have been used to do amazing, magical things before.
Note: He's taken to referring to the group as a "family," with himself as the mommy, Kurogane as the daddy, and Sakura, Syaoran and Mokona as the three kids. And when Mokona senses a feather, it makes a "boink!" sound and its eyes open really wide.
Well. Looks like I'm by myself this time around.
At least this world seems very peaceful. There doesn't seem to be anyone to welcome us... well, me... of course, but at least there aren't people with swords or guns or angry, suspicious faces this time. It would help me find this world's feather if I could get a little information, though. I wonder if there's even one in this world? I suppose I can't be sure without Mokona around to go boink. I'm starting to remember how troublesome being seperated was last time...
I wonder if the others are nearby?
I'll be able to tell once I find some people, of course. If Mokona's not close enough to translate for me, it might be a little troublesome, but I'll get by! It's not necessary to understand the language to get one's point across, after all. I just hope daddy takes good care of the kids while I'm gone~
...There's a lot of magic here. I wonder what sort of place this is? It feels a little like Lecourt, and they used magic for everything there. Could this be a world like that one, perhaps? More than that, I'm not certain that even Mokona might not have a little trouble with the strong restraining magics I feel here...
Ah! Well, well, it looks like I've finally found the locals I've been searching for! Sir? I'm sorry, but can you understand me? My name is Fay D. Flourite. I'm looking for my friends and a place to stay, so I was wondering if you could give me a hand--?
Oh. Well, thank you. It looks like you can understand me, anyway. But you, um, might want this back. I'm sure you need it, and I have two of my own, as you can see. At least I didn't ask you to keep an eye out! Ah ha ha-- ...Whoops.
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Character: Roxy "Freefall" Spaulding
Series: Gen13
Character Age: 18
Canon: The youngest of the Gen13 team, Roxy Spaulding is an out-going and free-spirited college kid when she’s not kicking the asses of aliens, mutants, and others hell-bent on taking over the world. Known on the team as Freefall, her powers give her the ability to control gravity to various effects, but she has yet to learn the full potential of this ability, being easily led astray by distractions such as shopping, clubbing, and, of course, boys. While her control is occasionally iffy, Roxy’s abilities do allow her to fly and levitate thing by nullifying gravity and inflict damage or slow an opponent down by increasing the gravity around them. While not a great individual fighter, she does work well with her teammates.
Outwardly confident in herself, Roxy is easily insulted and injured by her friends and especially her on again off again love interest and teammate, Grunge. She's very self-conscious of her appearance due to the attention lavished on the other female members of Gen13. While all of this might lead you to believe that she lets any of it get her down, don't be fooled. She's mostly just a perky, trash-talking little spitfire.
Sample Post:
hey mr l. ur
vacation planning
sux. get me outta
here now k thnx.
roxy
Great, not only does he send us to the backwater sticks of Lousiana for a teamwork building workshop over the holidays, but I can't even get decent phone reception to tell him how horrifically unfair this is! To top it off, the others went and got lost at the airport. How do you even do that when there's a chauffeur waiting for us with a sign and a van?
I can't believe Mr. L thought this place was supposed to be a workshop. Where did he even hear of this place? Even he usually has better taste than this! There should have been like, signs and over the top cheerful, perky, hopefully good-looking guides helping us to feel more closely connected with our team. But no, I have the casting-call rejects from the Night of the Living Dead crowding my personal space and popping their skin like overripe tomatoes with the slightest push of gravity.
I mean some of them look like they haven't eaten in years. With their cheek kind of caving in, and their skin peeling like that, I've got to say they've either got the best makeup artists in the industry here, or they really need to fire their dermatologist. Seriously, try getting a facial? Maybe Botox? Collagen injections? That flaking can't be natural, right?
Oh, hey, yeah, I'm glad to see you, too, buddy, but really you're reeking worse than Grunge after a bean burrito binge so you can stay over there. Way over there. Like, definitely not getting that close. Okay, I'm so over you! I'm going up, and you're going down, and -- eeeww! That's just gross. Couldn't you people stop with the unnecessarily disgusting splattering act? This was brand new outfit, just the right balance of uptown Manhattan chic meets crocodile-hunter necessity! This totally blows! I'm never going to get these stains out!
Fine, if no one's coming to meet me here, I'll find the way back on my own. I mean, the driver gave me a map of the area and -- "Camp Fuck You Die"? What kind of shady place calls itself "Camp Fuck You Die" and has large, furry, purple mascots? And it's supposed to be a summer camp? For, like, little snotnosed kids? You've got to be shitting me! That's it! I'm out of here! Gone! Vamoose! Up, up, and away and all that jazz.
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Character: Tatsumiya Mana
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima!
Age: 14
Canon: Tatsumiya Mana is a pretty unique specimen, even by her homeroom class' unusual standards. Though she supposedly serves at her family's shrine as a shrine maiden, her real line of work is of a considerably less spiritual bent: she's a mercenary, selling her fighting skills to the highest bidder. How does a fourteen-year-old girl (well, a fourteen-year-old who's built like she's in her early twenties, to be fair) end up making her living like that? If Mana's answer is to be believed, she's been fighting for most of her life--traveling the world as a young soldier in a non-governmental military unit, whose membership included mages, one of whom Mana was partnered with. Years of experience in honest-to-God warzones have honed Mana's fighting abilities to a razor edge; she is without a doubt one of the strongest fighters in her class, which is saying something when talking about a class includes a half-demon swordswoman, two martial arts prodigies, and a ninja.
All that battlefield experience has shaped Mana's personality as well; she's collected, practical, and efficient. For Mana, work comes first, ethical concerns second; need her to stop people from confessing their love because of ambient magic that'll brainwash the people they're confessing to into reciprocating? Sure, as long as you don't mind her shooting the confessors in the head with tranquilizer rounds! That's not to say she lacks emotion or warmth--just that those things come out very, very rarely and are easily overshadowed by the soldier in her. At one point, she tells her classmate and employer Chao Lingshen that she doesn't want to do anything that'd make their young teacher Negi or their other classmates hate her; a few chapters later, she's fighting them tooth and nail in Chao's name.
Sample post:
I've heard it said that war never changes. Though I realize that saying refers more to the motivations for war, I can't help but feel it's been somewhat disproven by this place, as I can't recall any previous examples of a commander fielding an army of purple apes. (Zombie armies are a dime a dozen, comparatively speaking.) I encountered scouts for the ape force mere moments after my insertion in the area; they attempted an ambush, with the apparent aim of doing a little insertion of their own. Someone has clearly trained these creatures, as they wield their engorged genitalia like clubs, and even to seem to have a well-defined fighting style based around precise movements of the hips. I've taken to calling it "rape-kata."
In any event, I repelled the surprise attack without any particular difficulty and proceeded further into the mission area--a desolate, twisted swamp landscape that is only slightly less appealing than certain parts of New Jersey I saw during a stint as a mob enforcer. My objective in this blighted place is to liberate the inhabitants of a prison camp that lies somewhere within its bounds. It's been a bit since I took such . . . altruistic work. It's not a bad feeling. Of course, the fact that I was able to command a truly exorbitant fee for suspending my work under Chao in order to take on this request helped a great deal.
My generous client told me to expect unusual forms of resistance; the emphasis that was placed on "unusual" was justified the moment I saw the gorillas. The point was getting labored when I finished off the last member of the so-called "ApeHound" unit. By the time I found myself dueling the gorilla army's high commander, wielding the butt of my empty rifle against his own . . . natural weaponry, it was a dead and beaten horse. Not quite as dead and beaten as said commander is now, though.
With that last obstacle overcome, I was able to proceed to my destination unmolested, in all senses of the word--which brings us to the present moment. Greetings. My name is Tatsumiya Mana, and I'm here to help.
But if I could be directed to a place where I could wash these stains out of my clothes first--I'd say "don't ask," but I imagine you all must be fairly familiar with what caused them by this point--that would be most appreciated.
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Character: Laharl
Series: Disgaea: Hour of Darkness
Character Age: 1313 (Demon equilivant of 13. Unlucky number much?)
Canon: Laharl is the son of King Krichevskoy, the Overlord of the Netherworld, who also just happened to die during Laharl's 2 year nap. The game opens with Etna, his number 1 vassal, waking him up and informing him of the situation of the Netherworld-- that is to say that everyone is trying for the position of Overlord. So like anyone would do in a moment of grief, he mourns, right? Wrong. First things first! He begins his quest to reclaim his right as Overlord, and to remind his vassals who gives the orders around here!
Laharl is arrogant, egotistical, weak to sexy girls and good sentiment, but deep down he too has love in his heart! But tell him that and you'll regret it. He's protective of his vassals but could care less how they feel as long as they're doing what he's telling him to do. As the game progresses he gets plenty of character development and his views on 'love' and why he hates it are revealed, and his heart slowly heals with a little help from both Etna and Flonne, an angel assassin.
Also note that his hair makes him look like he has two antennae.
Sample Post:
Muahahahaha! Tremble in fear weaklings, because your new Overlord is here! None other
than me! King Laharl! Supreme Overlord! Haaahahahahahahahaha!
Now! Prinnies! Attack! ...
Prinnies? WHERE ARE THE PRINNIES?! Etna! ETNA! Get your prinnies down here right now! As your Overlord you'll do as I say!
... What do you mean this place is out of your jurisdiction? Union rules state you don't have to work with moogles? You're prinnies! You belong to ME! NOW GET TO WORK!
I would almost leave you guys alone, because I'm in a good mood, except for that GIANT BANNER THAT SAYS 'LAHARL IS LOVE'!! I don't know who leaked out my weakness, but they're going to pay! It is unforgivable! I will not allow such a thing to exist! The rainbow colors are especially degrading! I am not nor will I ever be something as useless as 'love'! The word itself gives me indigestion! Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!
Of course I get good reception! What kind of question is that for an Overlord? Fools! How else would I watch shows back at the castle?
It's official! I've decided! This place isn't even worth having anymore! But if I don't have it, nobody else will either! Haahahahahahaaa!
Prepare to feel my WRAT- wait. I didn't select that option. No! I would NOT like to reset to level one! Stop that! Cancel! I command you as Overlord to-
[Laharl] has been reincarnated!
What? Who the hell do you think you are, doing that to me?! Don't you know who I am? I'm the son of King Krichevskoy, and ruler of the Netherworld!
My strength alone is enough to deal with a few measly zombies anyway. Only level 5? What is this, a tutorial area? Who relies on 'No Entry' Geo Panels to surround a base anyway? Guess I'll just have to level up on you guys then.
Then it's settled.
OVERLORD'S WRATH! MUAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
Character: Laharl
Series: Disgaea
Character Age: 1313
Canon: Laharl is the only son of the late King Krichevskoy, the last Overlord of one of many Netherworld's. After having been stuck in 'nap' for two years, he was eventually woken up by his 'loyal vassal' Etna. Upon learning of his father’s death during his time conked out, he decided to take up his rightful place as the next Overlord, and crush all those who would get in his way of taking said title.
Although to do so, he had to deal with quite a large number of annoyances. An angel 'assassin', his Vassal turning on him, flamboyant self-proclaimed rivals, defenders of Earth seeking to defeat him... Really, he had to deal with quite a lot of hassle to get the title of Overlord.
Laharl is self-centered, aggressive, and lacks quite a deal of something known as 'kindness'. So much so he despises the word and love even more so. Another problem he has is the fact that he simply cannot stand women with sexy bodies. As one human woman with said body type told him, he's probably just going through puberty, but that doesn't exactly change the fact of the matter. Although, his non-caring and 'heartless' attitude was somewhat broken down over the time after he woke up thanks to a certain love freak, he hasn't changed that much. He’s now more likely instead of simply turning to walk away when someone asks for help, ask what he’ll get in return, and if it’s something worth the effort, he just may help you.
... Or if it something you have on you, kick your ass and take it right there. If you plan on living a long life around him, just be sure not to piss him off, unless you would like a meteor dropped on your skull.
Sample Post:
HAAAAAAAAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA! Tremble and bow before your new ruler! Laharl, the cruel and merciless Overlord! Here to take over your pathetically weak Netherworld! You call those worthless zombies around here guards? Ha! I’ve knocked out stronger beasts with a flick of my scarf! Prinnies! Get your worthless selves over here! I demand something to throw at those idiots sitting around a fire over there!
Why the hell are you waddling away! Get back here NOW or I’m going to play Prinny bowling and you won’t be coming back from that! I’ll pile you all so damn high you’ll create a nuclear explosion! I pay you all so you can just be projectile bombs, so get back here and earn your keep! Although minimum wage is all you’ll ever get, and no days off, but that’s expected!
Hmhmhm... That’s what I thought! Now then where did those morons go? Ah, there they are, now to just line up the throw so it goes straight into the middle of them and damages them all properly... HA! Perfect.
... Oi, you angry looking human woman emerging from the rubble, stay back. ... Further back then that. Are you deaf!? I said stay back, not come closer, if you don’t keep a distance... Who the HELL are you calling cute? I just blew you up, why are going to say something like that after that?! And that is still too damn close you damnable human! Did you not hear me? I am an Overlord! That means I could crush your entire existence in an instant! Blow up your entire planet, with just a single Overlords Wrath! My stats are through the roof, yet you still dare to mock me?!
... ... No my hair is not a representation of my mood! Are you trying to piss me off you-Do you listen at all when I’m talking? Stop that annoying giggling and tremble in fear like you should be!
Forget this Netherworld! There are other, more significant ones to invade and make guest characters there my new vassals! Dimensional Gatekeeper! Get me the hell out of here!
... Hey, I just gave you an order! Why the hell am I still here? Oh son of a... Can she not hear me!?
...
Damnit. Does this mean I’m stuck in this backwater Netherworld? ... Hmph! I’ll just have to take over after all! Like I said you peons! Get ready to bow to your new Overlord! Laharl! HAAAAAAAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA!!
... You there! Stop laughing at me! I’m serious! I’ll have this place under my finger in no time! Just need to find out who is in charge and pummel them, then I can sit back, chug some rooster blood, and make all those weakling zombies along with anyone else remotely useful my vassals!
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