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"Biz'll be posting another batch shortly after this one!" OH JURI THAT WAS ADORABLE. Twelve hours later, I'm briefly awake again.
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!
And on a separate note, we just want to send up a reminder that when hijacking a journal for whatever friendly reason, just make sure beforehand that the player doesn't mind their account being used to post comments. Just wanted to throw that out there before passing out lskfjksdfsotired
Now VOTE closed twelve hours later.
Character: Lal Mirch
Series: Reborn!
Character Age: Difficult to say, as she's from an arc with age-changing curses and time travel. Appears to be a teenager.
Canon: (Spoilers for part of the most recent arc)
Let's just get clear on one thing: godmoding mafia babies are serious business. No one on the planet takes this serious business more seriously than Lal Mirch, the godmoding mafia baby who (due to repeated timestream punches) is now neither a godmoder nor a baby. Oops.
When our band of heroes find themselves in the distinctly unpleasant future, where [the Good Guys] have been systematically hunted down by [the Bad Guys], Lal Mirch is one of the very few [Good Guys] still alive to fight. And fight she will, despite the facts that she is regularly outclassed by the enemy and has a terminal case of radiation poisoning. She was always a no-nonsense hardass, but ten years of watching everyone she loves most be hunted down and killed has left her angry, bitter, and more than a little jaded. Still... at her heart she is a teacher, and there's nothing like a new student to get her (in Reborn's own words) "excited."
Note: "Box Weapons" are the shounen plot-device of choice of Lal's story line. Step 1: cut a hole in the box, etc.
Sample Post:
Alright, maggots, look alive!
. . .
Congratulations, I don't believe I've ever seen that term go so completely misunderstood.
When I say "maggots" I am referring to you useless, drooling sacks of meat. Any other possible implication is a personal problem. You all seem to be suffering from the illusion that I give a damn what parasites you are able to locate. I don't. You can take it up with a nurse in the infirmary when you report there- and trust me, you will all need to report there, after today's exercises.
Today you will be learning to control "box weapons." The ability to utilize these weapons will be essential to your survival in the coming days and weeks. When you apply the power of these rings to the box, your weapon will be activated. There are many different types and styles of weapons. My box-- for example-- is full of giant, robotic centipedes. This may be true of your box as well; the chances of it may be greater than you imagine.
Now, you've all been given a box, try to activate it using your ring as I demonstrated.
What? No, a missing hand does not excuse you from this activity. Let me make this clear, maggots! Your lazy, self-pitying ploys for leniency on the basis of advanced necrosis are getting real old, real fast. Your enemy will not hesitate kill you as many times as necessary just because your head won't stay on or your rigor mortis is acting up. They won't show you an ounce of mercy and neither will I. If learning to use the weapons that will save your pathetic un-lives is to hard for your poor little corpses, maybe a nice little stroll in full battle gear around the barrier ten times will toughen you up a bit.
That wasn't a request, ladies! Move! Move! Move!
What do you think this is? Do you think this is some kind of God damned game? The battle you are preparing to face will be a living hell, the likes of which will make whatever zombie apocalypse you all shambled in from look like a day on the beach. Not all of you will come back alive, and none of you will come back in one piece. Those of you already in more than one piece, God help you. So when I say "look alive" I expect you worthless sacks of shit to look the hell alive. And anyone leaking rotting flesh onto my floor had best be prepared to clean it off with their own damn toothbrush. Am I clear?
Poll So!
Character: Antimony Carver, Annie for short
Series: Gunnerkrigg Court
Character Age: 14.
Canon:
Annie attends school at Gunnerkrigg Court, a boarding school that looks and feels more like an industrial complex-it is huge, labyrinthine, and gray. It is dark and forbidding in this school, but there are occasional moments of light and mirth, including unscary ghosts, a friendly minotaur named Basil, and cute glass eyed men.
The series is much the same as this, being the chronicle of Antimony's discoveries about her nature and the nature of the school around her, all with a healthy amount of absurdity.
Despite her appearance as a cold, unfeeling individual, she has become more warm over the length of the comic. She has gained several friends, and is generally more open to people as time goes on.
She is a little bit tactless-she does things like lift up a mysterious kid to see whether they weigh the same as a normal person. She's adventurous-she's more than willing to go on an adventure to save a robot so she can figure out what happened to it. She's smart-she was able to create a rudimentary robot at the age of thirteen. But she's also afraid to really put herself out there-when faced with the gods, she didn't really try to get anything from them in specific. She just stands on the sidelines of the entire conversation-the Trickster is the one who initiates contact with her. And generally, her role as a medium between ghosts and humans seems to be conducive to that behavior.
Sample Post:
It's as dark and dank here as it was at Gunnerkrigg Court. And I thought I'd get a change if I went to summer camp.
I see pallid faces staring at me through the greasy windows of the office-are those…are those zombies? That was another thing I thought I was escaping by coming to Camp Fuck You Die-strange supernatural happenings! Why must this always happen to me? I can't ever have a normal summer, can I? I guess I'll have to get used to it.
The clerk-Ms. Zhombee?-is telling me that my cabin is number three. I guess I should take my luggage and get myself over there as quickly as possible. I sure hope that its comfortable-but then again, this is summer camp. It can't be worse than a hospital or a giant forest! Wait, I'm in the forest right now. This reminds me a little of Gillitie Wood…only I think this might be less safe…
Oh, ouch! No need to literally kick me out the door Ms. Zhombee! I was trying to find a good way to get through camp as quickly as possible, but I guess I ought to take a look at the map that I saw in the camp office-this was a good move, probably.
Okay, so the map says that Cabin Three is on the edge of the real forest…it looks like it will take about five minutes if I run. I guess I should run-the clouds are starting to look as if they will start pouring on me at any moment.
Okay so walk due east…oh hello there, sir! Are you a camper here? Wait…I don't think that the campers here have green skin, now do they? They probably have a more normal skin tone? Can you even understand what I am saying?
…I don't think that "Arglebargleeurgh," is in my vocabulary, sir. Does it mean, "You may pass?" I suppose that I may as well try to pass. There we go, don't pull out a sword on me…
There, I got past that one. Now…where's my map…
N-no, sir! Don't eat that map! It's very important...There we go. Was that so hard? I think I see a little bit of intestine on it though...oh well, I guess I'll throw it out later.
Now I just continue due east until I reach the dining hall, and then I turn due north and then I am practically at my cabin!
Look, I can see some people in the dining hall already! I just have to get there and then I'll actually know where I am! I will be safer!
Wait…are those brains on those plates? And are those people's skin green? Oh, I just can't escape from them, can I? I guess I'll just have to stay out of the dining hall's way…
Here we are, marching due north. I can see the cabins up ahead…one, two and three! And are those people? Actual, real live people? Yes, they are! They do not have green skin, and they don't appear to be eating anything strange! I suppose that this summer might be better than the last after all !
…Or not.
Poll So!
Character: Tsukasa Shuro
Series: Ayashi no Ceres
Character Age: 18
Canon:
Some people's parents give them cars for their sixteenth birthdays. Mikage Aya's family gave her... a mummified hand. Exposure to the hand caused her to turn into the "celestial maiden" Ceres, a supernatural being with a centuries-old vendetta against the Mikage family, who proceeded to try to kill everyone there. Not the best birthday present ever, really. Now Aya has to find Ceres's hagoromo, or celestial robes, so that Ceres can return to heaven and Aya can finally be rid of her.
But this isn't about her, really; it's about Shuro. First introduced as a member of ambiguously-gay prettyboy pop duo GeSANG, Shuro loves music, but seems to feel uncomfortable in the spotlight and frequently says that he wants to quit the business. It turns out that this is because "he" is actually a woman disguised as a man -- and not only that, but she's a celestial maiden too, whose powers are linked to her voice. When she's not busy with her musical career, she can be found providing Aya with moral support and advice, not to mention help with her quest to find the hagoromo. By turns serious and kind of dorky, Shuro is surprisingly functional (if not entirely without issues) and usually able to take the things that happen to her in stride.
Sample Post:
It's not that I have anything against birds singing, in general. I like it, actually, most of the time. It can be nice -- very pretty and relaxing and all. And, hey, if the birds want to sing songs with words instead of just going "tweet tweet," that's entirely up to them. That said, though, I've gotta say that the loud, off-key campfire songs are getting a little old.
Look, I wouldn't want to discourage anyone who enjoys singing -- as you guys obviously do, since you've been doing it non-stop for the past hour or so. It seems like you've got a passion for music, and that's great. I don't want you to lose that. All I'm saying is, your act could use a bit of work... especially if you're planning on following me around for much longer. I don't think I can take another tuneless chorus of "black socks, they never get dirty." I didn't think birds even wore socks. Hey, I'd be happy to give you a few tips, if you want them.
Okay, first of all, when you're singing with other people... uh, other birds, I mean... the most important thing is to listen to them and work together with them. If one of you is in the key of C and one is in A and one's in F-sharp minor, and one is in a key that doesn't even exist, it's just not going to work. Especially considering you were all going at different tempos, ranging from "funeral dirge" to "chipmunk after fifteen cups of coffee." Actually, I'm not even sure you guys were all singing the same song half the time. You have got to communicate more.
And this may be more of a personal complaint, but I think you should reconsider your choice of material, too. It's true that when you sing, you want the audience to have a strong emotional response, but usually you don't want that response to be severe annoyance. You may know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, et cetera, but that doesn't mean you have to sing it. You should try something a little more... heartfelt, maybe. If a song really speaks to you, then chances are that your audience will feel it too, and have a more positive response. You want to give that a shot now? Great!
... Okay, on the other hand, if the deepest feelings of your heart involve your dick in a box, you might not want to share that after all.
Poll So!
Character: Gray Fullbuster
Series: Fairy Tail
Character Age: 18
Canon: Welcome to the land of Fiore where magic is law and being part of a successful mage guild can be a one way ticket to fame and glory. Cue the guild Fairy Tail, an infamous guild better known for the rampant but unintended destruction it causes rather than its magical aptitude and rapidly rising success. Like any good shounen manga, the focus is on a group of guild members who face challenges with the power of Love, Justice, and Friendship-- not to mention magic abilities of mass destruction.
One such member is Gray, a skilled practitioner of ice alchemy. A fairly normal teenage boy, he's generally calm, has a stubborn streak of manly pride, and due to the training he was put through, able to stand any degree of chill resulting in a habit of stripping subconsciously. Give him some time in clothes, and they'll be off before he knows it. Needless to say, he's earned the highly embarrassing reputation of "Exhibitionist". Still, his loyalty to his guild and friends runs deep and his heart is definitely in the right place, even if his clothes aren't.
Sample Post:
I thought some private training would do me good. It's been a while since I've done anything focused. All the same, next time I'm looking for some place to go, I'm not going to go rushing off to the first place that sends me a pamphlet until I've researched it more. Even if that pamphlet is headed with "Chill Factors Unbelievably Dangerous!!" with ice-cubed shaped lettering and pictures of extreme frost burn, not to mention kids with their tongues stuck to frosted poles. Especially not when the return address reads something like:
P.O. Ice Box -30°
CFUD, Louisiana
96669
It's just better not to go to places you've never even seen on a map before. I got here and all they had was a stupid meat locker filled with sides of frozen meat in varying shades of green. Chartreuse? What kind of color is that and what is it doing on meat? I was expecting an arctic wasteland or at least a small ski resort.
And I'd would even say, "Since I'm here, I might as well train anyway." That's willpower, right? But no! Ever since I got here, I've been followed around by this weird white guy in huge pants who keeps yelling "ICE ICE BABY!" in my ear and lip syncing badly! And then before I know it my clothes are gone and I've received two citations for indecent public exposure and one invite to work at some sort of exotic dancer club under the name "Mr. Frosty"! Can't a guy just take his clothes off in public in peace?! It's not intentional and I still have underwear on! And it doesn't stop there. I swear, the next toucan that telepathically asks me, "Is that an icicle in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" is going to be another piece of green meat in that meat locker.
It's enough to make me wonder if there's a giant "PLEASE MAKE BAD ICE JOKES" sign taped to my ba--
So, whoever wrote this, I hope you like your ass kicking on the rocks.
Poll So!
Character name: Soma Peries
Series: Mobile Suit Gundam 00
Age: 18
Canon: Gundam 00 takes place 300 years into the future. Solar power has replaced exhausting fossil fuels, and the solar power generation systems are controlled by three major power blocks; the Russian Asian Human Reform League, The World Economic Union of the Americas, Australasia, and Japan, and the Advanced European Union. When these nations are not busy one upping one another with energy sources, or fending off private military organizations bent on eradicating conflict with their shiny Gundams, they compete secretively on a politico-economic level. Because of that, the HRL operates its own series of laboratories where super soldiers are genetically engineered for warfare.
Second Lieutenant Soma Peries is the perfect bio-engineered super soldier; her nervous system enhanced using nanomachines for military purposes. She is genetically designed and re-structured to be able to adapt to piloting in outer space. Soma's professional and cool demeanor may give her the image of an ice princess, but her passion and fervency show evidently whenever she is dedicated to a mission, charging ruthlessly in her Barbie-pink Taozi mobile suit. Her sense of duty drives forward through battle persistantly. The only other instance when Soma loses her composure is when her brainwaves are affected by the presence of other super soldiers, resulting in severe violent and painful reactions.
Sample Post:
Second Lieutenant and assigned HRL representative officer Soma Peries here, reporting with first briefing on the Collaboration of Federal Unions Demonstrative actions. There appears to be some sort of confusion over the nature of the League's participation in this exercise. CFUD's understanding of super soldiers shows a disquieting knowledge of our confidential programs. In the near future, I will officially request for all X marked file documentation on this to be handed over a soon as possible. After all, "Stronger, harder, faster" is an inadequate appropriation of the League's efforts and of our men's exceptional abilities. This is an attempt to correct the assumption of the union in which anything we can do, they can do better.
Considerable accommodation has been shown in offering this part of the Organization of American States as the location for joint forces operation. However, I cannot help but express notable concern over the state of the exercise grounds. Reports of the presence of enriched uranium in the largest body of water nearby confirm my suspicions of what CFUD representatives have flippantly brushed off as Weapons of Ass Detection. It is my duty to ensure that the CFUD Ass menace does not interfere with the satisfactory completion of our operation. Apart from the disconcerting condition of the wildlife in immediate surroundings, there is also the matter of having personnel and trainees suffering from the long term exposure to natural elements. The victims in question have been clearly ill equipped to sustain damage inflicted by Methods of Outstanding Long Exercise Simulation Trees, as they have literally fallen apart. It is not reassuring to learn that the recruitment policy of our recent allies merely requires the ability to move. As of now, I await a true demonstration of superior camp technology.
The implementation of equipment efficiently provided by the League seems to be a great success. Aside from the needless inquiries into the "accessories" hypothetically issued to myself along the reception of my Taozi I remain unsure as to what our allies specifically mean by Dream House and Hot Tub Party Bus. There seems to be a great interest specifically in the League's Camp-Wide Communication interference technology, which is currently being utilized to disarm potential enemy spying devices installed in particularly problematic ceilings. It is no small measure of pride I feel at the effect of our grand nation's accomplishment and the awe they stir in our allies. The fascination with the HRL regulated uniform and what I wear in particular remains incomprehensible to me, so is this foreign military terminology of "moe".
No matter; I, number 1 Second Lieutenant Soma Peries, will carry out Mission Ceiling Pilot to the best of my abilities!
Poll So!
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!
And on a separate note, we just want to send up a reminder that when hijacking a journal for whatever friendly reason, just make sure beforehand that the player doesn't mind their account being used to post comments. Just wanted to throw that out there before passing out lskfjksdfsotired
Now VOTE closed twelve hours later.
Character: Lal Mirch
Series: Reborn!
Character Age: Difficult to say, as she's from an arc with age-changing curses and time travel. Appears to be a teenager.
Canon: (Spoilers for part of the most recent arc)
Let's just get clear on one thing: godmoding mafia babies are serious business. No one on the planet takes this serious business more seriously than Lal Mirch, the godmoding mafia baby who (due to repeated timestream punches) is now neither a godmoder nor a baby. Oops.
When our band of heroes find themselves in the distinctly unpleasant future, where [the Good Guys] have been systematically hunted down by [the Bad Guys], Lal Mirch is one of the very few [Good Guys] still alive to fight. And fight she will, despite the facts that she is regularly outclassed by the enemy and has a terminal case of radiation poisoning. She was always a no-nonsense hardass, but ten years of watching everyone she loves most be hunted down and killed has left her angry, bitter, and more than a little jaded. Still... at her heart she is a teacher, and there's nothing like a new student to get her (in Reborn's own words) "excited."
Note: "Box Weapons" are the shounen plot-device of choice of Lal's story line. Step 1: cut a hole in the box, etc.
Sample Post:
Alright, maggots, look alive!
. . .
Congratulations, I don't believe I've ever seen that term go so completely misunderstood.
When I say "maggots" I am referring to you useless, drooling sacks of meat. Any other possible implication is a personal problem. You all seem to be suffering from the illusion that I give a damn what parasites you are able to locate. I don't. You can take it up with a nurse in the infirmary when you report there- and trust me, you will all need to report there, after today's exercises.
Today you will be learning to control "box weapons." The ability to utilize these weapons will be essential to your survival in the coming days and weeks. When you apply the power of these rings to the box, your weapon will be activated. There are many different types and styles of weapons. My box-- for example-- is full of giant, robotic centipedes. This may be true of your box as well; the chances of it may be greater than you imagine.
Now, you've all been given a box, try to activate it using your ring as I demonstrated.
What? No, a missing hand does not excuse you from this activity. Let me make this clear, maggots! Your lazy, self-pitying ploys for leniency on the basis of advanced necrosis are getting real old, real fast. Your enemy will not hesitate kill you as many times as necessary just because your head won't stay on or your rigor mortis is acting up. They won't show you an ounce of mercy and neither will I. If learning to use the weapons that will save your pathetic un-lives is to hard for your poor little corpses, maybe a nice little stroll in full battle gear around the barrier ten times will toughen you up a bit.
That wasn't a request, ladies! Move! Move! Move!
What do you think this is? Do you think this is some kind of God damned game? The battle you are preparing to face will be a living hell, the likes of which will make whatever zombie apocalypse you all shambled in from look like a day on the beach. Not all of you will come back alive, and none of you will come back in one piece. Those of you already in more than one piece, God help you. So when I say "look alive" I expect you worthless sacks of shit to look the hell alive. And anyone leaking rotting flesh onto my floor had best be prepared to clean it off with their own damn toothbrush. Am I clear?
Poll So!
Character: Antimony Carver, Annie for short
Series: Gunnerkrigg Court
Character Age: 14.
Canon:
Annie attends school at Gunnerkrigg Court, a boarding school that looks and feels more like an industrial complex-it is huge, labyrinthine, and gray. It is dark and forbidding in this school, but there are occasional moments of light and mirth, including unscary ghosts, a friendly minotaur named Basil, and cute glass eyed men.
The series is much the same as this, being the chronicle of Antimony's discoveries about her nature and the nature of the school around her, all with a healthy amount of absurdity.
Despite her appearance as a cold, unfeeling individual, she has become more warm over the length of the comic. She has gained several friends, and is generally more open to people as time goes on.
She is a little bit tactless-she does things like lift up a mysterious kid to see whether they weigh the same as a normal person. She's adventurous-she's more than willing to go on an adventure to save a robot so she can figure out what happened to it. She's smart-she was able to create a rudimentary robot at the age of thirteen. But she's also afraid to really put herself out there-when faced with the gods, she didn't really try to get anything from them in specific. She just stands on the sidelines of the entire conversation-the Trickster is the one who initiates contact with her. And generally, her role as a medium between ghosts and humans seems to be conducive to that behavior.
Sample Post:
It's as dark and dank here as it was at Gunnerkrigg Court. And I thought I'd get a change if I went to summer camp.
I see pallid faces staring at me through the greasy windows of the office-are those…are those zombies? That was another thing I thought I was escaping by coming to Camp Fuck You Die-strange supernatural happenings! Why must this always happen to me? I can't ever have a normal summer, can I? I guess I'll have to get used to it.
The clerk-Ms. Zhombee?-is telling me that my cabin is number three. I guess I should take my luggage and get myself over there as quickly as possible. I sure hope that its comfortable-but then again, this is summer camp. It can't be worse than a hospital or a giant forest! Wait, I'm in the forest right now. This reminds me a little of Gillitie Wood…only I think this might be less safe…
Oh, ouch! No need to literally kick me out the door Ms. Zhombee! I was trying to find a good way to get through camp as quickly as possible, but I guess I ought to take a look at the map that I saw in the camp office-this was a good move, probably.
Okay, so the map says that Cabin Three is on the edge of the real forest…it looks like it will take about five minutes if I run. I guess I should run-the clouds are starting to look as if they will start pouring on me at any moment.
Okay so walk due east…oh hello there, sir! Are you a camper here? Wait…I don't think that the campers here have green skin, now do they? They probably have a more normal skin tone? Can you even understand what I am saying?
…I don't think that "Arglebargleeurgh," is in my vocabulary, sir. Does it mean, "You may pass?" I suppose that I may as well try to pass. There we go, don't pull out a sword on me…
There, I got past that one. Now…where's my map…
N-no, sir! Don't eat that map! It's very important...There we go. Was that so hard? I think I see a little bit of intestine on it though...oh well, I guess I'll throw it out later.
Now I just continue due east until I reach the dining hall, and then I turn due north and then I am practically at my cabin!
Look, I can see some people in the dining hall already! I just have to get there and then I'll actually know where I am! I will be safer!
Wait…are those brains on those plates? And are those people's skin green? Oh, I just can't escape from them, can I? I guess I'll just have to stay out of the dining hall's way…
Here we are, marching due north. I can see the cabins up ahead…one, two and three! And are those people? Actual, real live people? Yes, they are! They do not have green skin, and they don't appear to be eating anything strange! I suppose that this summer might be better than the last after all !
…Or not.
Poll So!
Character: Tsukasa Shuro
Series: Ayashi no Ceres
Character Age: 18
Canon:
Some people's parents give them cars for their sixteenth birthdays. Mikage Aya's family gave her... a mummified hand. Exposure to the hand caused her to turn into the "celestial maiden" Ceres, a supernatural being with a centuries-old vendetta against the Mikage family, who proceeded to try to kill everyone there. Not the best birthday present ever, really. Now Aya has to find Ceres's hagoromo, or celestial robes, so that Ceres can return to heaven and Aya can finally be rid of her.
But this isn't about her, really; it's about Shuro. First introduced as a member of ambiguously-gay prettyboy pop duo GeSANG, Shuro loves music, but seems to feel uncomfortable in the spotlight and frequently says that he wants to quit the business. It turns out that this is because "he" is actually a woman disguised as a man -- and not only that, but she's a celestial maiden too, whose powers are linked to her voice. When she's not busy with her musical career, she can be found providing Aya with moral support and advice, not to mention help with her quest to find the hagoromo. By turns serious and kind of dorky, Shuro is surprisingly functional (if not entirely without issues) and usually able to take the things that happen to her in stride.
Sample Post:
It's not that I have anything against birds singing, in general. I like it, actually, most of the time. It can be nice -- very pretty and relaxing and all. And, hey, if the birds want to sing songs with words instead of just going "tweet tweet," that's entirely up to them. That said, though, I've gotta say that the loud, off-key campfire songs are getting a little old.
Look, I wouldn't want to discourage anyone who enjoys singing -- as you guys obviously do, since you've been doing it non-stop for the past hour or so. It seems like you've got a passion for music, and that's great. I don't want you to lose that. All I'm saying is, your act could use a bit of work... especially if you're planning on following me around for much longer. I don't think I can take another tuneless chorus of "black socks, they never get dirty." I didn't think birds even wore socks. Hey, I'd be happy to give you a few tips, if you want them.
Okay, first of all, when you're singing with other people... uh, other birds, I mean... the most important thing is to listen to them and work together with them. If one of you is in the key of C and one is in A and one's in F-sharp minor, and one is in a key that doesn't even exist, it's just not going to work. Especially considering you were all going at different tempos, ranging from "funeral dirge" to "chipmunk after fifteen cups of coffee." Actually, I'm not even sure you guys were all singing the same song half the time. You have got to communicate more.
And this may be more of a personal complaint, but I think you should reconsider your choice of material, too. It's true that when you sing, you want the audience to have a strong emotional response, but usually you don't want that response to be severe annoyance. You may know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, et cetera, but that doesn't mean you have to sing it. You should try something a little more... heartfelt, maybe. If a song really speaks to you, then chances are that your audience will feel it too, and have a more positive response. You want to give that a shot now? Great!
... Okay, on the other hand, if the deepest feelings of your heart involve your dick in a box, you might not want to share that after all.
Poll So!
Character: Gray Fullbuster
Series: Fairy Tail
Character Age: 18
Canon: Welcome to the land of Fiore where magic is law and being part of a successful mage guild can be a one way ticket to fame and glory. Cue the guild Fairy Tail, an infamous guild better known for the rampant but unintended destruction it causes rather than its magical aptitude and rapidly rising success. Like any good shounen manga, the focus is on a group of guild members who face challenges with the power of Love, Justice, and Friendship-- not to mention magic abilities of mass destruction.
One such member is Gray, a skilled practitioner of ice alchemy. A fairly normal teenage boy, he's generally calm, has a stubborn streak of manly pride, and due to the training he was put through, able to stand any degree of chill resulting in a habit of stripping subconsciously. Give him some time in clothes, and they'll be off before he knows it. Needless to say, he's earned the highly embarrassing reputation of "Exhibitionist". Still, his loyalty to his guild and friends runs deep and his heart is definitely in the right place, even if his clothes aren't.
Sample Post:
I thought some private training would do me good. It's been a while since I've done anything focused. All the same, next time I'm looking for some place to go, I'm not going to go rushing off to the first place that sends me a pamphlet until I've researched it more. Even if that pamphlet is headed with "Chill Factors Unbelievably Dangerous!!" with ice-cubed shaped lettering and pictures of extreme frost burn, not to mention kids with their tongues stuck to frosted poles. Especially not when the return address reads something like:
P.O. Ice Box -30°
CFUD, Louisiana
96669
It's just better not to go to places you've never even seen on a map before. I got here and all they had was a stupid meat locker filled with sides of frozen meat in varying shades of green. Chartreuse? What kind of color is that and what is it doing on meat? I was expecting an arctic wasteland or at least a small ski resort.
And I'd would even say, "Since I'm here, I might as well train anyway." That's willpower, right? But no! Ever since I got here, I've been followed around by this weird white guy in huge pants who keeps yelling "ICE ICE BABY!" in my ear and lip syncing badly! And then before I know it my clothes are gone and I've received two citations for indecent public exposure and one invite to work at some sort of exotic dancer club under the name "Mr. Frosty"! Can't a guy just take his clothes off in public in peace?! It's not intentional and I still have underwear on! And it doesn't stop there. I swear, the next toucan that telepathically asks me, "Is that an icicle in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" is going to be another piece of green meat in that meat locker.
It's enough to make me wonder if there's a giant "PLEASE MAKE BAD ICE JOKES" sign taped to my ba--
So, whoever wrote this, I hope you like your ass kicking on the rocks.
Poll So!
Character name: Soma Peries
Series: Mobile Suit Gundam 00
Age: 18
Canon: Gundam 00 takes place 300 years into the future. Solar power has replaced exhausting fossil fuels, and the solar power generation systems are controlled by three major power blocks; the Russian Asian Human Reform League, The World Economic Union of the Americas, Australasia, and Japan, and the Advanced European Union. When these nations are not busy one upping one another with energy sources, or fending off private military organizations bent on eradicating conflict with their shiny Gundams, they compete secretively on a politico-economic level. Because of that, the HRL operates its own series of laboratories where super soldiers are genetically engineered for warfare.
Second Lieutenant Soma Peries is the perfect bio-engineered super soldier; her nervous system enhanced using nanomachines for military purposes. She is genetically designed and re-structured to be able to adapt to piloting in outer space. Soma's professional and cool demeanor may give her the image of an ice princess, but her passion and fervency show evidently whenever she is dedicated to a mission, charging ruthlessly in her Barbie-pink Taozi mobile suit. Her sense of duty drives forward through battle persistantly. The only other instance when Soma loses her composure is when her brainwaves are affected by the presence of other super soldiers, resulting in severe violent and painful reactions.
Sample Post:
Second Lieutenant and assigned HRL representative officer Soma Peries here, reporting with first briefing on the Collaboration of Federal Unions Demonstrative actions. There appears to be some sort of confusion over the nature of the League's participation in this exercise. CFUD's understanding of super soldiers shows a disquieting knowledge of our confidential programs. In the near future, I will officially request for all X marked file documentation on this to be handed over a soon as possible. After all, "Stronger, harder, faster" is an inadequate appropriation of the League's efforts and of our men's exceptional abilities. This is an attempt to correct the assumption of the union in which anything we can do, they can do better.
Considerable accommodation has been shown in offering this part of the Organization of American States as the location for joint forces operation. However, I cannot help but express notable concern over the state of the exercise grounds. Reports of the presence of enriched uranium in the largest body of water nearby confirm my suspicions of what CFUD representatives have flippantly brushed off as Weapons of Ass Detection. It is my duty to ensure that the CFUD Ass menace does not interfere with the satisfactory completion of our operation. Apart from the disconcerting condition of the wildlife in immediate surroundings, there is also the matter of having personnel and trainees suffering from the long term exposure to natural elements. The victims in question have been clearly ill equipped to sustain damage inflicted by Methods of Outstanding Long Exercise Simulation Trees, as they have literally fallen apart. It is not reassuring to learn that the recruitment policy of our recent allies merely requires the ability to move. As of now, I await a true demonstration of superior camp technology.
The implementation of equipment efficiently provided by the League seems to be a great success. Aside from the needless inquiries into the "accessories" hypothetically issued to myself along the reception of my Taozi I remain unsure as to what our allies specifically mean by Dream House and Hot Tub Party Bus. There seems to be a great interest specifically in the League's Camp-Wide Communication interference technology, which is currently being utilized to disarm potential enemy spying devices installed in particularly problematic ceilings. It is no small measure of pride I feel at the effect of our grand nation's accomplishment and the awe they stir in our allies. The fascination with the HRL regulated uniform and what I wear in particular remains incomprehensible to me, so is this foreign military terminology of "moe".
No matter; I, number 1 Second Lieutenant Soma Peries, will carry out Mission Ceiling Pilot to the best of my abilities!
Poll So!