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Character: Hosomi Kazuto
Series: Hitomi no Catoblepas
Age: Appears to be late teens.
Canon: When a manga starts off with the main hero bleeding from his eye while talking to the demon living in it about not getting too excited, you know you're in for a good time. Hitomi no Catoblepas follows the story of Shimura Tokio, a teen entrusted with protecting an entire city from the forces of human-harassing evil. While the ability to stop time may make Tokio seem unstoppable, it's a pretty big city out there for just one guy. Luckily, he's actually part of a four-man group of guardians, each with their own unique abilities for kicking youma butt.
Descended from the bird of fire, Suzaku, Kazuto's had centuries worth of responsibility thrust upon him as the head of the Hosomi family, and thankfully, he's not afraid to take up the reins. Though he can get cocky, sarcastic, and sometimes even downright rude towards the people he has to deal with, there's no question that what Kazuto lives for is the good of the city. Above all, Kazuto's proud of who he is and what he does, and can be just a little stubborn when it comes to taking center stage and showing off what he's got. Like the giant flaming bird that lives in his hair. In the end, he's a man who takes his job seriously and expects everyone else to do the same. Anyone caught slacking, not paying attention, or generally ignoring him can expect a minimum four hour lecture from yours truly (actual time may vary).
Sample Post:
All right, that's it. I've had enough. And don't even bother telling me that this is all a part of my training, that bull isn't going to keep me here any longer. In fact, I'm probably the last person who needs to be taking a course on fire safety. I don't know whose bright idea it was to sign me up for this, but when I find out who it was, they're getting a five hour lecture about redundancy. And a ten hour one on picking a place that isn't populated by people who look a lot like those dummies they use for testing car crashes or whatever. Having targets painted on your heads and chest just screams "asking for it" and I'm not hanging around to see what happens when they get it.
'Ch, this seminar thing's as much a waste on them as it is on me. Safety's probably the last thing on the mind of a guy dressed like he's ready to ram into walls at sixty miles per hour, but these fools are really taking the cake. Stop, drop, and roll isn't going to have any pay off when you're rolling around in the fire source. Firewater really isn't the kind of water you want to use for putting out a fire. And the next person to hold a stick with a piece of sugared fluff at the end of it anywhere near my head's gonna get a real-life example of third degree burns. You lot want to learn more about fire? I'll teach you brats all you need to know about what it's like to be packing heat.
And because I'm sick of hearing the jokes, let's try getting this through your heads. I'm noticing the lack of a skull in most of you so this should get through pretty easily. There's a difference between fire retardant and fire retarded. My hair? Fire retardant, we've established that earlier. We've also established that it's not marshmallow retardant thanks to a couple of you. Setting your head on fire because you saw someone else do it? Fire retarded. I'd say we're entering full on retarded territory with that one, actually.
--Whoa, hey, snapping back at me? You'd better grow a thicker skin if you can't take a few little words like that. You've got some guts to try and take me on, but just that isn't going to get you very far. It's like bringing a knife to a fire fight and trust me when I say that fire gave birth to its shape and it can take it away. Why don't you try upgrading your little toys into something more of a challenge?
... Heh, all right. If that's the way you wanna play it, I'll take you all on. And your little fire extinguisher too.
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Character: Sakuraba Neku
Series: The World Ends With You
Character Age: 15
Canon: Set in modern-day Shibuya where the trends of brand name fashion designers rule, The World Ends With You focuses around The Reaper's Game-a seven-day challenge where players (dead people wanting another shot at life) partner up and try to complete a given mission within the time limit each day lest they face erasure. The Game is run by mysterious figures known as the Composer, the Conductor, and the Game Master, and players' abilities within the Game are influenced by the very same trends that define the fashions of Shibuya.
Sakuraba Neku is one such player. With headphones and the music generated by his suspiciously tampon-esque MP3 player creating a barrier between him and the rest of the world, at first Neku is an abrasive, antisocial kid, more interested in avoiding his partner and the Game than anything else. But, as the days go by Neku learns to open up his world to the people around him, trust his partner, and begins to develop as a leader. Once the Reaper's Game is over, Neku is a much more social and outgoing person, though he still retains a few immature traits leftover from his days as a loner, like his sarcasm, foul language, and quick temper.
Sample Post:
All right, this day has officially gone from weird to severely fucked up. The first thing I thought when I woke was I stayed out way too late clubbing in Shibuya. My mouth tasted like swamp, my ass hurt, and there was girl named Marcy's phone number in my pocket. And look, usually I'd be flattered . . . I guess. But it was about that time I realized this sure as hell isn't Shibuya. I know everyone's always going on about global warming, but downtown Tokyo doesn't turn into a swamp overnight. Then I noticed there was something written on the back of Marcy's number.
"Welcome to the New Game." It says. "Your one and only mission is to solve the mystery of who killed my fiancé. There is no time limit to this mission. Fail and face erasure. Signed, The Director."
This all better be someone's idea of a big joke. For one thing, the Games are done with. Trust me, I know. Two, if this Director's trying to run one, they're doing it wrong. A mission without a time limit is weird enough, but if there's no time limit, why even bother with a timer? Plus what good's a timer that doesn't count down? Mine's been stuck on 69 since I got it and it sure doesn't look like it's about to start counting down. Look, I get that you're a pervert, but that joke's pretty lame.
But if this Director's running the show and setting the trends here, I guess they're the one I've got to thank for the wildlife. The trees are growing girl's underwear, and the gorillas seem to be pretty damn fond of dressing up in gothic loita outfits complete with frilly bonnets and matching stockings. I'm almost lucky this isn't Shibuya. I'd hate to see the kind of fashions a sicko like this would create. And look, I don't care what your crazy toucan friends are trying to tell me, that kind of fashion is definitely not fierce. Who runs away from a gorilla dressed up like a little girl? Come on, even I'm braver than that.
Plus with friends like that, you've got no right to comment on what I'm wearing. For your information, it's not a tampon, you morons, it's an MP3 player. Geeze. Whatever. Who cares what's up with this place, if I'm stuck playing this Game, I'm not about to lose. I'd better get to i-what?! You stupid bird, what do you mean "You just lost The Game"?! No way! I'm not going down without a fight!
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Character: Fa Mulan, AKA Fa Ping
Series: Mulan
Age: 16
Canon: Mulan is the story of a young Chinese girl, named -- you guessed it! -- Fa Mulan. Shamed and dishonored after a matchmaking disaster, Mulan returns home to discover her father has been commissioned into war against the evil Huns. In a move that could get her killed if discovered, Mulan decides to masquerade as a boy to secretly take her father's place. After some awkward moments adjusting to being a boy named Ping, Mulan trains with the dreamy Captain Shang and becomes one of the best soldiers in the battalion.
Mulan is a strong-willed girl who finds it hard to be herself in a society that stresses birthing hips and speaking only when spoken to. However, her number one goal in life is to please her family and bring honor to the Fa name. Mulan is essentially a selfless character who would give her life for the important people in her life, but not without a fight. She learns very quickly that a combination of smarts and strength is needed to accomplish almost any goal and she's not afraid of a challenge. Note: Mulan is taken from canon after the burnt out village and before the Huns' attack.
Sample Entry:
...I'm so so so very lost. How did I get so lost? I was going to ask that toucan for directions, but noooo, apparently guys don't ask for directions, even if they're hot and sweaty. Well, I guess "act like a boy, smell like a boy" is all part of the package, along with this armor. It's definitely too heavy; I'm dressed for the mountains. How did I get into this swamp? It's getting so hot I wonder if I can take my armor off....No, Mulan. No. That would be just the time that one of the guys comes in and then it's all over. No honor, no friends, no life. Well, let's make the best of this and find some civilization. I think I see something in the clearing up ahead...
Huns! Those have to be Huns! Oh. Um. I need to find the others because, um, I'm outnumbered and...now I'm surrounded. Think Mulan, think! What would Ping do? Hey! You...you Huns! I see you there! You, uh, don't look so threatening! I've got this--um, this stick! Right here! And it's a good stick, too. And I can use it. Because I'm a guy! And that's--uh--what guys do. They hit things...with sticks. Okay, um. Don't come any closer! I definitely know how to use this stick because, uh, the Chinese army is the best army and we'll defeat you! Not one step clos---That was three steps! Ew ew get away get away! I really didn't want to have to do this but HIIIYA--ew. "Squelch" is not the sound people are supposed to make, Hun or not. And oooh you're still at it. Uh...um back off! ....Please back off? Just, if you could, I don't know, take a few steps back? You're kind of close. Ack! And I was worried about how I smelled!
Okay, look. You guys don't look too good so I'm, uh, going to take it easy on you. Just this once. Um, man to....are you sure you're a man? I know I've never seen Huns before but you're not exactly what I imagined. I thought you would look, I don't know, more human? How can this possibly be the army that threatens us? You're all green and, well, verysmelly. Do I need to find doctors for you? Wait! No. Don't engage the enemy. But...I mean, you're kind of pathetic. All this shuffling and moaning...I'm pretty sure the village girls could beat you up. Uhh, not that I would know or anything. Because, uh, I never did any fighting with them, if you know what I mean. Get it? Because, uh, boys and girls....
Uh, you know what? Nevermind. Let's start over, okay? Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Fa M--Ping. Fa Ping! Okay, that was a good try, but try saying it again, like they're two different names. No, no, no. Fa Ping. You're very close, but not quite there yet. No, I'm telling you, you're wrong! For the last time, it's Fa Ping! Not Fapping!
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Character: Rock Lee
Series: Naruto
Character Age: 16
Canon: From the series, Naruto, the story of a young ninja's journey to fulfill a lifelong dream of becoming his village leader ( but forget him, this is about Lee), Rock Lee is a fairly open-minded, indiscriminate, somewhat overly-enthusiastic young fellow (emphasis on 'young') with the hot-blooded will to go for just about anything his heart desires - knowing that once he works hard enough, he can achieve just about anything he sets his mind to. Lee is an ardent go-getter, oftentimes not thinking twice about how he might cross the bridge - only focusing on the fact that one day, regardless of the obstacles, he'll make it to the other side. By choice, he sports a green jumpsuit and a terribly shiny bowl-cut which can apparently glow in the dark (O.o), reflecting his tendency to copy the styles and adopt the mannerisms of the one he admires most, proving that he is susceptible to being completely and utterly brainwashed by anyone he reveres as much as he does his God Gai-sensei same damned thing Gai-sensei.
Lee is actually incredibly intelligent and capable of rational thought - except not. It is more often than not when emotion and a superstitious nature override his common sense. Lee is frank, honest, and sincere, showing even his greatest enemies his utmost respect; this is reflected in his well-mannered, oftentimes quirky way of speech, and persistence to remain fair in fight. His incessant, die-hard determination and will to work hard to no end has earned him the title of, the 'Genius of Hard Work'.
To Lee, limitation is nonexistent and failure is not optional. He would go to great lengths - even at the cost of his own life - for the sake of proving himself.
Sample Post:
BEHOLD! The magnificent screen before me that they call, 'THE INTERNET'! A mystical passageway of communal networking accessible by the touch of a button (or six)! I was bestowed one Internet upon arrival, along with a case to protect my Internet when not in use. I was given special instructions... For instance, it is absolutely imperative to never get it wet, lest I break the Internet. Otherwise, it is a truly astounding contraption!! It was also recommended that I somehow attain a 'Face Book' - I must remind myself to consult the library later.
So far, I have found Camp Fuck You Die to be a rich ethnic amalgam and a magnificent melting pot of cultural diversity!! And I cannot recall being treated so hospitably! My arrival was welcomed with a lovely banner that read, 'GTFO'! I was told that it means, 'Great Tidings For One and All' - Since 'GTFOAA' seemed lengthy and redundant. I am deeply touched by the kindness of my fellow campers - I aim to display this PROUDLY for all to see!!
As Gai-sensei suggested, my note-taking has paid off quite handsomely...but nowhere did my research mention the flesh-eating inhabitants. But this is certainly no grounds for complaint! This is an opportunity to pit myself against the unknown! What would there be left to explore if each surprise was discovered beforehand?! Even though the 'refrigowave(?)', and such other technological tit-tats remain a quandary to me, I will by no means back down from the challenge of learning something unfamiliar and new! I have much to share with Gai-sensei...I have already incurred twelve pages of notes within the hour! I have also begun to familiarize myself with the cryptic language of the Internet!! [Note: Search 'STFU'. (LOLOMFG?)].
Speaking of new encounters, I have yet to encounter the Director, but I eagerly await the moment! The brochure forewarns about mutated gorillas and other oddities such as a certain ursine creature that is said to get quite 'excited' by young children. Well, I find absolutely no shame in saying that children excite me as well! Why, I find great pleasure in engaging in youthful exploits with little children. What better way is there to retain a youthful spirit?!
Prior to my departure, I purposefully placed razor wire along my door to trip myself in order to have to counteract a negative experience beforehand. If you throw a rock at a tree with the intent to hit it, it will not hit, but if you throw the rock without such intent, it will!! The 'Law of Reversal' - That is the law I used to ensure a successful sojourn! I vow to approach this adventure enthusiastically and optimistically...ready to accept each experience with an sound mind, open heart, and without forgetting my foremost duty as a ninja. Instead of approaching with fear, I will instead see this as a rare opportunity to make merry with the undead!! Rather than denounce the unusual, I will make it so that I may speak fondly of each memory of my days here at Camp Fuck You Die, treating each day as it were a SHINING PINNACLE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT!!
This is my self-imposed challenge...For I am Rock Lee, the proud, beautiful Green Beast of Konoha... I would like to extend my fondest greetings, and to all at Camp Fuck You Die, 'G.T.F.O.'!!!
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Character: Nodoka Miyazaki
Series: Negima!: Magister Negi Magi
Character Age: 15
Canon: Negima! is that series that follows Negi Springfield in his quest to become a Magister Magi just like his dear old pop, the legendary-yet-mysterious Thousand Master. After graduating Magic School, Negi's first task is to teach a middle school class! In Japan! In an all-girls class no less- all of which are older than him, and many look like they should be in college. To make it more interesting, many of the girls fall for this cute little shouta for various reason- and Nodoka Miyazaki is at the top of the list.
Nodoka is a very shy girl with a love for books so strong her nickname is Honya- that is: "Bookstore" (Del Rey has also translated it as "Librarian".) She has relatively no interest in dating or boys unless it's Negi-sensei due to the fact that he inspired her to be stronger. At times Nodoka stumbles over her words, or is almost always polite, but when things need to be done she can muster up the will to do them- even if it is confessing her love! In times of stress she can be unpredictable still- sure she's scared of monsters, who wouldn't be? But her courage gives her the strength to continue on- as soon as she's done gibbering to herself. Perhaps this is why she's a member of the Library Expedition Club, a club formed to explore the trap-infested labyrinthine caverns of the Mahora library.
Sample Post:
A-ah, another library?! I shouldn't be so surprised... Mahora's library is pretty strange... but I've never seen booksmoving around like this! It's like a community of living books, each with their own role. There's the Farmer's Almanac over there farming what looks like... information grapevines? Talking fruit! I guess I can say I heard that on the grapevine, ehe. This place is amazing!
W-wa-what? That book is crying! A-are you okay? What's wrong? I see, you're a romantic novel with a broken heart? It looks more like a broken spine to me... what kind of evil would do such a thing? A-ah I can't do anything about your l-lovelife but with this bookmark and a little glue... see? Not-quite good as new, but you're not in danger of losing your pages everywhere.
Romance? It's not rude to shorten it to that is it? Why are you crying? N-no I'm nothing special, just a person who loves books. You'll find someone who'll return your feelings one day, just keep trying! N-no, I don't think feelings have late fees, don't worry! I've read a lot of books and I know that even if a particular story doesn't end well, there is always hope in a sequel! Just because the story is over doesn't mean that the characters are done... I mean... A little bit of courage will help a lot, I think. Does that make sense? Don't be afraid to go after someone you lo-lo-like, either! A friend of mine is always telling me to just go and be aggressive! It's good advice but it's so scary! B-but as a romance novel I-I think you won't have any problem at all! You have plenty of good traits... like, like your jacket is nice! A-and your reviews are good too! I'm sure you'll find a happy ending!
Awawa... how do you comfort a sob story?
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Character: Remy
Series: Pixar's Ratatouille
Character Age: Brown rat. Probably less than one year.
Canon: Ah, Paris. The city of love, of light, and most importantly, in the world of Pixar's "Ratatouille," fine food. In a city where the culinary is truly an art, Gusteau's Restaurant was once the toast of Paris. But since the death of its founder, the world-famous Chef Auguste Gusteau, the restaurant has never been quite the same. That all changes, however, when Gusteau's takes on a new and brilliant chef whose passion, creativity and skill rival that of Gusteau himself. The problem? Contrary to popular belief, the new chef is not Linguini the former garbage boy-- but the rat literally pulling the strings beneath his chef's toque.
To say that Remy is no ordinary rat is an understatement at best. Gifted with an extraordinary sense of taste and smell and an appreciation for the fine art of cooking, he shuns garbage and yearns to become a gourmet chef like his idol Gusteau. For Remy, cooking is not just about food, but an art in itself, the creation of the new. Like any great artist, he is easily sidetracked from the practical by a burst of culinary inspiration-- but when Remy gets going, he usually sees his creation through to the end in spite of any obstacles in his way. Remy will go to vast lengths to pursue his dream: teaching himself to read, getting struck by lightning, risking his life sneaking into a human kitchen just for a pinch of saffron. So when disaster lands him in the kitchen of Gusteau's, he can't resist the opportunity to salvage a botched entree at the cost of his chance to escape. But the success of his strategic seasoning leads to a partnership between Remy and Linguini, allowing Remy to practice the culinary art he's dreamed of for so long. Of course, it's not exactly easy to keep up the charade, but Remy is not easily discouraged. After all, he's always taken one of Gusteau's favorite sayings to heart: "Anyone can cook... but only the fearless can be great."
Sample Post:
Note to self: no more shortcuts through the sewers. Must have made a wrong turn, because Paris, this is not. I'll just follow my nose to freedom-- or something that doesn't smell like swamp. Hm. Something's definitely cooking, which means civilization and... oh-ho-ho-ho, real food! At last! All right, calm down, let's just take a quick look without freaking out the... hello, those are not humans at all. Oh, they're the right size and shape, but aprons and standing on your hind paws aren't enough to pass as human with all that fur. Believe me, I know. The birds supervising are a dead giveaway too. Guess I'm not the only one who believes "anyone can cook."
Wait, what is that one putting in the sauce? Oh, no. Not this again. I'm just going to walk away, not get involved, get back to Paris-- augh, that's going to completely ruin it! No, no, no, no, no, no-- stop that saucier! Yes, that's you, the one about to ruin the sauce. If you put any more salt in there, that's all they're going to taste! Don't throw it away, just add potato and let it absorb the salt. Let me sniff out the rest: tomato, red pepper, oregano, cloves, and a-- handful of grass? Not a good parsley substitute. Anyway, salt is not the answer. A little garlic, some chopped fennel... that's it. You've got to sauté it slowly, let the flavor deepen before...
Uh, hi there. That is the biggest beak I have ever seen. No, no, I'm not an ingredient! Or a snack! I'm-- ah-- weren't you looking for a new sous-chef? Because I got here just in time. Clearly, your cooks are in need of some direction. Even if they're experimenting, that's no reason to be so sloppy. No, "it's Tuesday" isn't an excuse! Who cares what day it is? If the meal isn't worth the wait, it doesn't matter how quickly it gets to the table. So what if you've got a tough customer? That only makes it more important to give them something they'll savor, something they haven't experienced before. But it can be done! Are you with me?
Let's see what we've got to work with here. Okay, rotisseur-- you with the roasted something on a spit. That is not Cajun cuisine, although you got the "blackened" part right. The recipe says "Cajun," not "carbon." Of course, I don't always follow the recipe exactly. You've got to take each dish and make it your own. But it's got to be edible and not just by normal rat standards. We'll just slice it up and let it marinate-- whoa, take it off the spit first! Flaming shrapnel is bad for the cooking environment! Even if it does remind me more of Gusteau's now. I'm just going to check on the side dishes. Smells like mushroom consommé. Neon blue mushroom consommé. How did-- oh, the mushrooms. I-I don't need to sniff that again. Hey, hey, hey, don't be so literal with the tossed salad! Vegetables don't have to be airborne! Fry cooks, go easy on the oil there. Pastry crew, you're making... "anatomically correct gingerbread men and naked apple tarts?" Never mind, I don't want to know.
Wait, there's still more side dishes? We're only cooking for one customer. I mean, how much can this "Marcy" eat? I know humans eat a lot, but I've never seen one who could eat.... all.... that...
...
Calamari is definitely off this menu.
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Character: Hosomi Kazuto
Series: Hitomi no Catoblepas
Age: Appears to be late teens.
Canon: When a manga starts off with the main hero bleeding from his eye while talking to the demon living in it about not getting too excited, you know you're in for a good time. Hitomi no Catoblepas follows the story of Shimura Tokio, a teen entrusted with protecting an entire city from the forces of human-harassing evil. While the ability to stop time may make Tokio seem unstoppable, it's a pretty big city out there for just one guy. Luckily, he's actually part of a four-man group of guardians, each with their own unique abilities for kicking youma butt.
Descended from the bird of fire, Suzaku, Kazuto's had centuries worth of responsibility thrust upon him as the head of the Hosomi family, and thankfully, he's not afraid to take up the reins. Though he can get cocky, sarcastic, and sometimes even downright rude towards the people he has to deal with, there's no question that what Kazuto lives for is the good of the city. Above all, Kazuto's proud of who he is and what he does, and can be just a little stubborn when it comes to taking center stage and showing off what he's got. Like the giant flaming bird that lives in his hair. In the end, he's a man who takes his job seriously and expects everyone else to do the same. Anyone caught slacking, not paying attention, or generally ignoring him can expect a minimum four hour lecture from yours truly (actual time may vary).
Sample Post:
All right, that's it. I've had enough. And don't even bother telling me that this is all a part of my training, that bull isn't going to keep me here any longer. In fact, I'm probably the last person who needs to be taking a course on fire safety. I don't know whose bright idea it was to sign me up for this, but when I find out who it was, they're getting a five hour lecture about redundancy. And a ten hour one on picking a place that isn't populated by people who look a lot like those dummies they use for testing car crashes or whatever. Having targets painted on your heads and chest just screams "asking for it" and I'm not hanging around to see what happens when they get it.
'Ch, this seminar thing's as much a waste on them as it is on me. Safety's probably the last thing on the mind of a guy dressed like he's ready to ram into walls at sixty miles per hour, but these fools are really taking the cake. Stop, drop, and roll isn't going to have any pay off when you're rolling around in the fire source. Firewater really isn't the kind of water you want to use for putting out a fire. And the next person to hold a stick with a piece of sugared fluff at the end of it anywhere near my head's gonna get a real-life example of third degree burns. You lot want to learn more about fire? I'll teach you brats all you need to know about what it's like to be packing heat.
And because I'm sick of hearing the jokes, let's try getting this through your heads. I'm noticing the lack of a skull in most of you so this should get through pretty easily. There's a difference between fire retardant and fire retarded. My hair? Fire retardant, we've established that earlier. We've also established that it's not marshmallow retardant thanks to a couple of you. Setting your head on fire because you saw someone else do it? Fire retarded. I'd say we're entering full on retarded territory with that one, actually.
--Whoa, hey, snapping back at me? You'd better grow a thicker skin if you can't take a few little words like that. You've got some guts to try and take me on, but just that isn't going to get you very far. It's like bringing a knife to a fire fight and trust me when I say that fire gave birth to its shape and it can take it away. Why don't you try upgrading your little toys into something more of a challenge?
... Heh, all right. If that's the way you wanna play it, I'll take you all on. And your little fire extinguisher too.
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Character: Sakuraba Neku
Series: The World Ends With You
Character Age: 15
Canon: Set in modern-day Shibuya where the trends of brand name fashion designers rule, The World Ends With You focuses around The Reaper's Game-a seven-day challenge where players (dead people wanting another shot at life) partner up and try to complete a given mission within the time limit each day lest they face erasure. The Game is run by mysterious figures known as the Composer, the Conductor, and the Game Master, and players' abilities within the Game are influenced by the very same trends that define the fashions of Shibuya.
Sakuraba Neku is one such player. With headphones and the music generated by his suspiciously tampon-esque MP3 player creating a barrier between him and the rest of the world, at first Neku is an abrasive, antisocial kid, more interested in avoiding his partner and the Game than anything else. But, as the days go by Neku learns to open up his world to the people around him, trust his partner, and begins to develop as a leader. Once the Reaper's Game is over, Neku is a much more social and outgoing person, though he still retains a few immature traits leftover from his days as a loner, like his sarcasm, foul language, and quick temper.
Sample Post:
All right, this day has officially gone from weird to severely fucked up. The first thing I thought when I woke was I stayed out way too late clubbing in Shibuya. My mouth tasted like swamp, my ass hurt, and there was girl named Marcy's phone number in my pocket. And look, usually I'd be flattered . . . I guess. But it was about that time I realized this sure as hell isn't Shibuya. I know everyone's always going on about global warming, but downtown Tokyo doesn't turn into a swamp overnight. Then I noticed there was something written on the back of Marcy's number.
"Welcome to the New Game." It says. "Your one and only mission is to solve the mystery of who killed my fiancé. There is no time limit to this mission. Fail and face erasure. Signed, The Director."
This all better be someone's idea of a big joke. For one thing, the Games are done with. Trust me, I know. Two, if this Director's trying to run one, they're doing it wrong. A mission without a time limit is weird enough, but if there's no time limit, why even bother with a timer? Plus what good's a timer that doesn't count down? Mine's been stuck on 69 since I got it and it sure doesn't look like it's about to start counting down. Look, I get that you're a pervert, but that joke's pretty lame.
But if this Director's running the show and setting the trends here, I guess they're the one I've got to thank for the wildlife. The trees are growing girl's underwear, and the gorillas seem to be pretty damn fond of dressing up in gothic loita outfits complete with frilly bonnets and matching stockings. I'm almost lucky this isn't Shibuya. I'd hate to see the kind of fashions a sicko like this would create. And look, I don't care what your crazy toucan friends are trying to tell me, that kind of fashion is definitely not fierce. Who runs away from a gorilla dressed up like a little girl? Come on, even I'm braver than that.
Plus with friends like that, you've got no right to comment on what I'm wearing. For your information, it's not a tampon, you morons, it's an MP3 player. Geeze. Whatever. Who cares what's up with this place, if I'm stuck playing this Game, I'm not about to lose. I'd better get to i-what?! You stupid bird, what do you mean "You just lost The Game"?! No way! I'm not going down without a fight!
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Character: Fa Mulan, AKA Fa Ping
Series: Mulan
Age: 16
Canon: Mulan is the story of a young Chinese girl, named -- you guessed it! -- Fa Mulan. Shamed and dishonored after a matchmaking disaster, Mulan returns home to discover her father has been commissioned into war against the evil Huns. In a move that could get her killed if discovered, Mulan decides to masquerade as a boy to secretly take her father's place. After some awkward moments adjusting to being a boy named Ping, Mulan trains with the dreamy Captain Shang and becomes one of the best soldiers in the battalion.
Mulan is a strong-willed girl who finds it hard to be herself in a society that stresses birthing hips and speaking only when spoken to. However, her number one goal in life is to please her family and bring honor to the Fa name. Mulan is essentially a selfless character who would give her life for the important people in her life, but not without a fight. She learns very quickly that a combination of smarts and strength is needed to accomplish almost any goal and she's not afraid of a challenge. Note: Mulan is taken from canon after the burnt out village and before the Huns' attack.
Sample Entry:
...I'm so so so very lost. How did I get so lost? I was going to ask that toucan for directions, but noooo, apparently guys don't ask for directions, even if they're hot and sweaty. Well, I guess "act like a boy, smell like a boy" is all part of the package, along with this armor. It's definitely too heavy; I'm dressed for the mountains. How did I get into this swamp? It's getting so hot I wonder if I can take my armor off....No, Mulan. No. That would be just the time that one of the guys comes in and then it's all over. No honor, no friends, no life. Well, let's make the best of this and find some civilization. I think I see something in the clearing up ahead...
Huns! Those have to be Huns! Oh. Um. I need to find the others because, um, I'm outnumbered and...now I'm surrounded. Think Mulan, think! What would Ping do? Hey! You...you Huns! I see you there! You, uh, don't look so threatening! I've got this--um, this stick! Right here! And it's a good stick, too. And I can use it. Because I'm a guy! And that's--uh--what guys do. They hit things...with sticks. Okay, um. Don't come any closer! I definitely know how to use this stick because, uh, the Chinese army is the best army and we'll defeat you! Not one step clos---That was three steps! Ew ew get away get away! I really didn't want to have to do this but HIIIYA--ew. "Squelch" is not the sound people are supposed to make, Hun or not. And oooh you're still at it. Uh...um back off! ....Please back off? Just, if you could, I don't know, take a few steps back? You're kind of close. Ack! And I was worried about how I smelled!
Okay, look. You guys don't look too good so I'm, uh, going to take it easy on you. Just this once. Um, man to....are you sure you're a man? I know I've never seen Huns before but you're not exactly what I imagined. I thought you would look, I don't know, more human? How can this possibly be the army that threatens us? You're all green and, well, verysmelly. Do I need to find doctors for you? Wait! No. Don't engage the enemy. But...I mean, you're kind of pathetic. All this shuffling and moaning...I'm pretty sure the village girls could beat you up. Uhh, not that I would know or anything. Because, uh, I never did any fighting with them, if you know what I mean. Get it? Because, uh, boys and girls....
Uh, you know what? Nevermind. Let's start over, okay? Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Fa M--Ping. Fa Ping! Okay, that was a good try, but try saying it again, like they're two different names. No, no, no. Fa Ping. You're very close, but not quite there yet. No, I'm telling you, you're wrong! For the last time, it's Fa Ping! Not Fapping!
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Character: Rock Lee
Series: Naruto
Character Age: 16
Canon: From the series, Naruto, the story of a young ninja's journey to fulfill a lifelong dream of becoming his village leader ( but forget him, this is about Lee), Rock Lee is a fairly open-minded, indiscriminate, somewhat overly-enthusiastic young fellow (emphasis on 'young') with the hot-blooded will to go for just about anything his heart desires - knowing that once he works hard enough, he can achieve just about anything he sets his mind to. Lee is an ardent go-getter, oftentimes not thinking twice about how he might cross the bridge - only focusing on the fact that one day, regardless of the obstacles, he'll make it to the other side. By choice, he sports a green jumpsuit and a terribly shiny bowl-cut which can apparently glow in the dark (O.o), reflecting his tendency to copy the styles and adopt the mannerisms of the one he admires most, proving that he is susceptible to being completely and utterly brainwashed by anyone he reveres as much as he does his God Gai-sensei same damned thing Gai-sensei.
Lee is actually incredibly intelligent and capable of rational thought - except not. It is more often than not when emotion and a superstitious nature override his common sense. Lee is frank, honest, and sincere, showing even his greatest enemies his utmost respect; this is reflected in his well-mannered, oftentimes quirky way of speech, and persistence to remain fair in fight. His incessant, die-hard determination and will to work hard to no end has earned him the title of, the 'Genius of Hard Work'.
To Lee, limitation is nonexistent and failure is not optional. He would go to great lengths - even at the cost of his own life - for the sake of proving himself.
Sample Post:
BEHOLD! The magnificent screen before me that they call, 'THE INTERNET'! A mystical passageway of communal networking accessible by the touch of a button (or six)! I was bestowed one Internet upon arrival, along with a case to protect my Internet when not in use. I was given special instructions... For instance, it is absolutely imperative to never get it wet, lest I break the Internet. Otherwise, it is a truly astounding contraption!! It was also recommended that I somehow attain a 'Face Book' - I must remind myself to consult the library later.
So far, I have found Camp Fuck You Die to be a rich ethnic amalgam and a magnificent melting pot of cultural diversity!! And I cannot recall being treated so hospitably! My arrival was welcomed with a lovely banner that read, 'GTFO'! I was told that it means, 'Great Tidings For One and All' - Since 'GTFOAA' seemed lengthy and redundant. I am deeply touched by the kindness of my fellow campers - I aim to display this PROUDLY for all to see!!
As Gai-sensei suggested, my note-taking has paid off quite handsomely...but nowhere did my research mention the flesh-eating inhabitants. But this is certainly no grounds for complaint! This is an opportunity to pit myself against the unknown! What would there be left to explore if each surprise was discovered beforehand?! Even though the 'refrigowave(?)', and such other technological tit-tats remain a quandary to me, I will by no means back down from the challenge of learning something unfamiliar and new! I have much to share with Gai-sensei...I have already incurred twelve pages of notes within the hour! I have also begun to familiarize myself with the cryptic language of the Internet!! [Note: Search 'STFU'. (LOLOMFG?)].
Speaking of new encounters, I have yet to encounter the Director, but I eagerly await the moment! The brochure forewarns about mutated gorillas and other oddities such as a certain ursine creature that is said to get quite 'excited' by young children. Well, I find absolutely no shame in saying that children excite me as well! Why, I find great pleasure in engaging in youthful exploits with little children. What better way is there to retain a youthful spirit?!
Prior to my departure, I purposefully placed razor wire along my door to trip myself in order to have to counteract a negative experience beforehand. If you throw a rock at a tree with the intent to hit it, it will not hit, but if you throw the rock without such intent, it will!! The 'Law of Reversal' - That is the law I used to ensure a successful sojourn! I vow to approach this adventure enthusiastically and optimistically...ready to accept each experience with an sound mind, open heart, and without forgetting my foremost duty as a ninja. Instead of approaching with fear, I will instead see this as a rare opportunity to make merry with the undead!! Rather than denounce the unusual, I will make it so that I may speak fondly of each memory of my days here at Camp Fuck You Die, treating each day as it were a SHINING PINNACLE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT!!
This is my self-imposed challenge...For I am Rock Lee, the proud, beautiful Green Beast of Konoha... I would like to extend my fondest greetings, and to all at Camp Fuck You Die, 'G.T.F.O.'!!!
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Character: Nodoka Miyazaki
Series: Negima!: Magister Negi Magi
Character Age: 15
Canon: Negima! is that series that follows Negi Springfield in his quest to become a Magister Magi just like his dear old pop, the legendary-yet-mysterious Thousand Master. After graduating Magic School, Negi's first task is to teach a middle school class! In Japan! In an all-girls class no less- all of which are older than him, and many look like they should be in college. To make it more interesting, many of the girls fall for this cute little shouta for various reason- and Nodoka Miyazaki is at the top of the list.
Nodoka is a very shy girl with a love for books so strong her nickname is Honya- that is: "Bookstore" (Del Rey has also translated it as "Librarian".) She has relatively no interest in dating or boys unless it's Negi-sensei due to the fact that he inspired her to be stronger. At times Nodoka stumbles over her words, or is almost always polite, but when things need to be done she can muster up the will to do them- even if it is confessing her love! In times of stress she can be unpredictable still- sure she's scared of monsters, who wouldn't be? But her courage gives her the strength to continue on- as soon as she's done gibbering to herself. Perhaps this is why she's a member of the Library Expedition Club, a club formed to explore the trap-infested labyrinthine caverns of the Mahora library.
Sample Post:
A-ah, another library?! I shouldn't be so surprised... Mahora's library is pretty strange... but I've never seen booksmoving around like this! It's like a community of living books, each with their own role. There's the Farmer's Almanac over there farming what looks like... information grapevines? Talking fruit! I guess I can say I heard that on the grapevine, ehe. This place is amazing!
W-wa-what? That book is crying! A-are you okay? What's wrong? I see, you're a romantic novel with a broken heart? It looks more like a broken spine to me... what kind of evil would do such a thing? A-ah I can't do anything about your l-lovelife but with this bookmark and a little glue... see? Not-quite good as new, but you're not in danger of losing your pages everywhere.
Romance? It's not rude to shorten it to that is it? Why are you crying? N-no I'm nothing special, just a person who loves books. You'll find someone who'll return your feelings one day, just keep trying! N-no, I don't think feelings have late fees, don't worry! I've read a lot of books and I know that even if a particular story doesn't end well, there is always hope in a sequel! Just because the story is over doesn't mean that the characters are done... I mean... A little bit of courage will help a lot, I think. Does that make sense? Don't be afraid to go after someone you lo-lo-like, either! A friend of mine is always telling me to just go and be aggressive! It's good advice but it's so scary! B-but as a romance novel I-I think you won't have any problem at all! You have plenty of good traits... like, like your jacket is nice! A-and your reviews are good too! I'm sure you'll find a happy ending!
Awawa... how do you comfort a sob story?
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Character: Remy
Series: Pixar's Ratatouille
Character Age: Brown rat. Probably less than one year.
Canon: Ah, Paris. The city of love, of light, and most importantly, in the world of Pixar's "Ratatouille," fine food. In a city where the culinary is truly an art, Gusteau's Restaurant was once the toast of Paris. But since the death of its founder, the world-famous Chef Auguste Gusteau, the restaurant has never been quite the same. That all changes, however, when Gusteau's takes on a new and brilliant chef whose passion, creativity and skill rival that of Gusteau himself. The problem? Contrary to popular belief, the new chef is not Linguini the former garbage boy-- but the rat literally pulling the strings beneath his chef's toque.
To say that Remy is no ordinary rat is an understatement at best. Gifted with an extraordinary sense of taste and smell and an appreciation for the fine art of cooking, he shuns garbage and yearns to become a gourmet chef like his idol Gusteau. For Remy, cooking is not just about food, but an art in itself, the creation of the new. Like any great artist, he is easily sidetracked from the practical by a burst of culinary inspiration-- but when Remy gets going, he usually sees his creation through to the end in spite of any obstacles in his way. Remy will go to vast lengths to pursue his dream: teaching himself to read, getting struck by lightning, risking his life sneaking into a human kitchen just for a pinch of saffron. So when disaster lands him in the kitchen of Gusteau's, he can't resist the opportunity to salvage a botched entree at the cost of his chance to escape. But the success of his strategic seasoning leads to a partnership between Remy and Linguini, allowing Remy to practice the culinary art he's dreamed of for so long. Of course, it's not exactly easy to keep up the charade, but Remy is not easily discouraged. After all, he's always taken one of Gusteau's favorite sayings to heart: "Anyone can cook... but only the fearless can be great."
Sample Post:
Note to self: no more shortcuts through the sewers. Must have made a wrong turn, because Paris, this is not. I'll just follow my nose to freedom-- or something that doesn't smell like swamp. Hm. Something's definitely cooking, which means civilization and... oh-ho-ho-ho, real food! At last! All right, calm down, let's just take a quick look without freaking out the... hello, those are not humans at all. Oh, they're the right size and shape, but aprons and standing on your hind paws aren't enough to pass as human with all that fur. Believe me, I know. The birds supervising are a dead giveaway too. Guess I'm not the only one who believes "anyone can cook."
Wait, what is that one putting in the sauce? Oh, no. Not this again. I'm just going to walk away, not get involved, get back to Paris-- augh, that's going to completely ruin it! No, no, no, no, no, no-- stop that saucier! Yes, that's you, the one about to ruin the sauce. If you put any more salt in there, that's all they're going to taste! Don't throw it away, just add potato and let it absorb the salt. Let me sniff out the rest: tomato, red pepper, oregano, cloves, and a-- handful of grass? Not a good parsley substitute. Anyway, salt is not the answer. A little garlic, some chopped fennel... that's it. You've got to sauté it slowly, let the flavor deepen before...
Uh, hi there. That is the biggest beak I have ever seen. No, no, I'm not an ingredient! Or a snack! I'm-- ah-- weren't you looking for a new sous-chef? Because I got here just in time. Clearly, your cooks are in need of some direction. Even if they're experimenting, that's no reason to be so sloppy. No, "it's Tuesday" isn't an excuse! Who cares what day it is? If the meal isn't worth the wait, it doesn't matter how quickly it gets to the table. So what if you've got a tough customer? That only makes it more important to give them something they'll savor, something they haven't experienced before. But it can be done! Are you with me?
Let's see what we've got to work with here. Okay, rotisseur-- you with the roasted something on a spit. That is not Cajun cuisine, although you got the "blackened" part right. The recipe says "Cajun," not "carbon." Of course, I don't always follow the recipe exactly. You've got to take each dish and make it your own. But it's got to be edible and not just by normal rat standards. We'll just slice it up and let it marinate-- whoa, take it off the spit first! Flaming shrapnel is bad for the cooking environment! Even if it does remind me more of Gusteau's now. I'm just going to check on the side dishes. Smells like mushroom consommé. Neon blue mushroom consommé. How did-- oh, the mushrooms. I-I don't need to sniff that again. Hey, hey, hey, don't be so literal with the tossed salad! Vegetables don't have to be airborne! Fry cooks, go easy on the oil there. Pastry crew, you're making... "anatomically correct gingerbread men and naked apple tarts?" Never mind, I don't want to know.
Wait, there's still more side dishes? We're only cooking for one customer. I mean, how much can this "Marcy" eat? I know humans eat a lot, but I've never seen one who could eat.... all.... that...
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Calamari is definitely off this menu.
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