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Character Name: Cecile Croomy
Series: Code Geass
Age: 24
Job: Official Coordinator of Tuesday Rations
Canon: The Holy Empire of Britannia has conquered Japan and renamed it Area 11. Lelouch, an abandoned prince, vows to destroy this heartless Britannia, and rises up to support the Japanese as the terrorist figurehead Zero. The war for Japan's independence rages as Zero's Black Knights struggle against the the powerful and expansive Britannian army, combat taking place largely with the infamous rollerblading mecha, the Knightmare Frames. Also, there are ridiculous costumes, mischievous cats, pizza-making robots... Geass is Special, all right?
In this world where everyone else seems to have a crazyface, Britannian soldier Cecile Croomy is one of the sane ones (so far). She is one of the developers of the Lancelot, the top-notch Knightmare Frame that's powerful enough to serve as Britannia's trump card. Though Cecile may seem insecure and hesitant, she is obviously a responsible researcher and developer, a trained and dedicated soldier, and she certainly isn't afraid to smack some manners into people when they're being rude. Perhaps most importantly, she is a kind and gentle woman, and extends concern and compassion towards Kururugi Suzaku despite his race, assuming a role as a mother figure for him. However, you don't want Mom's cooking in this case, even if she seems so enthusiastic. Trust me on this one, or you'll end up with a combination of ingredients you never thought of before... and probably for good reason.
Sample Post:
Is this Camp F.U.D.? The Camp for the Foundation of Universal Defense? Cecile Croomy, new Coordinator of Rations, reporting. This isn't the type of job I'm used to... but if you're shorthanded I'll be glad to help. And you do seem to be missing a few hands... I'm honored you think my cooking is up to the task! I've been practicing lately in my spare time... Now, let's see. Oh, no wonder you can't keep up morale with a soup like this. If you've been getting complaints about it, I think you just need to add some more flavor! Mm, mixing in some orange juice would make the soup more bright and cheerful. And after that, some plum, some cream, perhaps some ravioli... Oh, carrots are good for soups! That should be good, hmm? Yes, sir--I will ensure that everyone in this camp gets their fair share. It's a shame I'm only working on Tuesday for now, though... This is so much fun, I wouldn't mind doing it every day! --? Oh, you think the camp Director would approve? Now you're just flattering me...
--Oh, hello everyone! You're a bit early; the soup should be ready in just a moment. But my, you're all in such interesting costumes! Zombies and... purple gorillas? Is it for a festival? Oh, no, this is a military camp. You have to stay professional here. But I've never seen combat equipment quite like that before... Ah, more importantly! We can't possibly have proper introductions when you're dressed like that. Would you mind taking this off? Don't make a fuss; nobody wants to deal with a disobedient soldier. ...Ah! What well-made suits! The whole thing came off so realistically! I've never seen anything like it before! The fake head could serve as a decoy for enemies aiming for headshots, and prevent casualties, couldn't it? It's nice to see that here on the mainland they can give everyone head... o-oh, honestly! Don't laugh at that! Head technology! You know what I meant.
Now, really! I mean it, sir! Laughing at a slip of the tongue is one thing, but now you're just being excessively lewd. That's completely inappropriate, especially in a work environment. You have to have some manners in a place like this! That's enough!--Oh, my. With that much force, I would have thought this suit's head would have come off completely, too. These suits really are impressive, aren't they? If only we could make it more compact and trim off the excess material, the mobility would be improved and it might be suitable for mass production and distribution amongst the ranks. And nobody would expect Britannia to resort to gorilla warfare...
Oh, but military affairs really shouldn't have a place at the dinner table. Now, sit down and I'll get you the first serving; you look like a mess. I'll go stir up some soup, and you make sure not to stir up any more trouble, all right? ♥
Poll Vote!
Character: Jackie Tyler
Fandom: Doctor Who
Character Age: 40
Job: Camp Hairdresser
Canon: Doctor Who, a show about a time traveling alien and the men/women/things that love him. The Doctor travels through time and space to help those in need and mend things that have gone wrong. Since the whole of time can be rather lonely, he often has someone with him to keep him company. One of the Doctor's companions was one Rose Tyler, a working class Londoner who's never hesitated to follow the Doctor anywhere, leaving behind everything.
One of the biggest things Rose leaves behind is Jackie Tyler, Rose's widowed mother who works as a hairdresser and dates sundry men. Seriously, she flirted with the Doctor the first time she saw him. The second time she slapped him. You see, when it comes to her daughter (or anything, really) Jackie doesn't take any shit. She doesn't care if you're the last of an almighty god-like race, if you give her lip she's gonna smack you. Which isn't to say she doesn't care. She just has a special way of caring. Jackie's willful and prone to shouting. She's also kind and would do anything to help those she cares about. She doesn't really understand her daughter's desire to travel the universe, but she's not going to stand in her way.
Sample Post:
Well, that's a bit strange. I was just walking along, minding my own business, and this group of strangers just walk right up to me! All strange looking, they were. Like they were sort of melting.... Didn't smell very nice, either. Anyway, they come up, and I think they kept asking for milk, only they said it all funny. Which is understandable, really, considering their mouths were sort of falling off. What they kept saying though sounded like "milf". They got grabby then and I had to leave them. That's when I ran into you- sorry 'bout that, by the way!
Still, was nice to get a bit of attention from someone for a change. Been wandering around this place for a good hour now and the only other bit of notice I've gotten was a cheeky whistle from some strange bird. It's a sign that something's right in the world that a nice upstanding gentleman such as you stops to check on little old me, clearly lost. You're a little hairy, but many women would find that attractive, I wager. Maybe you can show me your place? So that I can get my bearings, I mean. Though I wouldn't say no to a coffee, if you wanted, just you and me?
Not a man of many words, are you? I don't think 'ook' counts as one. Strange sort of suit you have, isn't it? Purple not a color you see on men much, I imagine. But who am I to complain, eh? Looks very well on you, I think. Oh, but you must be dying in this heat! Are you sure you don't want to remove just a few layers?
While I have you, though, I don't suppose you could tell me where I am? I was trying to get to Cockfosters and took a wrong turn, I guess. Then, out of the blue, this woman appears, looking out of place being all posh and she had this these strange sort of eyes. This woman, she gives me directions, says her name's the Director and starts on about "employment opportunities". She says she wants me to go to America and do some sort of counseling. Way she went off about it, you'd think those campers were murderers or something! I tried to tell her to shove off- as if I'd go to America to work for some lunatic!- but she only tells me that she won't take "No" as an answer and that she has ways. Don't know what sort of ways she has but I didn't like that sound of it! So, I set off, trying to get away from her and back to Cockfosters. I turn a corner and here I am, lost in a swamp with this strange sort of thing waving at me from a lake!
Let me tell you, Mr Ook, never trust someone what doesn't give a proper name. Now, about that coffee?
Poll Vote!
Character: Takemoto Yuta
Series: Honey and Clover
Age: 22
Job: Failed Relationship Counselor
Canon: College is a crazy time when you can spend nights on end without sleep, have more alcohol than blood in your veins, and make friends with people that haven't bathed in days. Oh, and attend classes so you can graduate and get a Real Job. Honey and Clover is the story of five art students as they grow up, following them in their experiences of love, work, and discovering the world around them and their selves.
Aptly nicknamed after a Shiba dog, Takemoto is the puppy of the series that is kicked by life repeatedly. Not only is he left completely out of the running by his love interest, Hagu, Takemoto encounters difficulty in finding his way in life. Prone to introspection, he hesitates and fumbles around others often, keeping his thoughts to himself. He is a Nice Guy, though, looking after even his ill-mannered housemate with enduring patience. Even when everything around him becomes hectic, Takemoto passes it off with a self-deprecating laugh, to the anxiety of others. He easily switches from moral conscience of the group to an overeager and zealous partner in crime.
Note: Takemoto is being taken from his trip to Hokkaido, before reaching Wakkanai.
Sample App:
Getting a job so easily like this... It's kind of nostalgic. I wish I had this kind of luck with the lottery, to end up in the right place, at the right time, even when I'm lost. It almost feels like this camp will end in a few hours, before I even get to let having a job sink in. --Not that I want to! I'd like for it to be open for a very long time. It looks nice from all of the, uh, forest I've seen. So, I'm happy to help even if I don't think I'm the best person for the job. I don't really have a lot of experience with things like being rejected or, um, "not getting the girl"-- Ah, no. It says here that I do. There's even a very long resume... Ahaha. I guess I can get down to work now, since I have all of these files already. Oh, they even included my pay... A free bed and food? Thank you, Ms. Director!! I'll work very hard!
Everyone! I'm Takemoto Yuta, age twenty-two, your, um, Failed Relationship Counselor. It's nice to meet you! It says here that my job is to help everyone who couldn't nail-- I don't think it should be called nailing someone. It's mean, and people will get the-- wrong idea!! Put the hammer down, please! It means the person you love doesn't love you the same way or they are dating someone else instead-- Not assault with hardware. Aaah, he already lost one eye to a clamp! L-Let him keep the other one! We're supposed to be talking about your feelings and how to get past your, um, failed relationships, n-not causing more, real pain. Now, it says there's a counselor for "capturing your prey at all costs" here, but I don't think that'd be a good-- Haaa, they all left.
Huh? Oh, I didn't see you in the back. You can come closer since it's just us. --Um, maybe not so close... I mean, t-that's fine. I think it'd be better to talk to everyone privately like this, since things like this are very personal, aren't they? --A-Ah, are you sure you're feeling alright? It can be depressing when you're rejected, but you shouldn't let yourself go like this. That's the first step, really. You can be sad for awhile, but you have to keep on going. After this, you should definitely get a shower and a good meal in you. I'll even treat you! To be able to say something like this... Truly, thank you, Ms. Director!
No, you can't keep thinking about why they rejected you. Even if you aren't the smartest, you have lots of other good things about you, like, ah, your unique complexion and really good eye contact. Even with just o-one! I'm sure you'll meet someone who will appreciate all those good things about you. You just have to believe they're out there and you'll find them. It might be really hard right now, but you'll definitely find a way. And just because you weren't what he-- ahaha, um, she was looking for, but you should still try to be friends. It's still nice to to be close to them even if you weren't the one... Ahaha, but it's too soon for that, isn't it? I-I felt a little pain too.
--Ah, I'm sorry! I kept going on like that when I'm supposed to listen to you. See? That's one of the things you're good at too-- Listening... Even without ears! A-Ahaha, that must be why you stayed.
Poll Vote!
Character: Deborah Morgan
Series: Dexter
Character Age: 29
Job: Camp Cop
Canon : Being a serial killer is tough, just ask Dexter
Morgan. Everyday he has to pretend to have feelings, act the part of a
loving brother and a good boyfriend, work around cops and still
somehow find the time to chop up and dispose of his latest victim.
Taught at a young age to only kill people who deserve it, Dexter
stalks murderers until he is sure they are, for lack of a better word,
bad, before going ahead and "taking out the garbage" as he so
eloquently puts it.
Deborah is Dexter's foster sister and the only person he would have
feelings for if he could feel at all. With a tough demeanour, sassy
attitude and the tendency to swear enough to make a sailor wince,
Deborah has no problem fitting in with all the boys in the homicide
department at the Miami Metro Police station. But beneath Deborah's
hard outer shell she's actually a very soft and kind-hearted person,
even a little vulnerable and with a bit of a daddy complex to boot.
Clever and quick, she's often the one coming up with ideas and chasing
leads, but is occasionally finds herself faulted by her own doubts and
misgivings.
Sample Post:
Okay, help me out here guys because you've got to be jerkin' my
fucking chain. Special investigation my ass! I get stuffed into a
plane, spend hours sitting beside Mr. Pukes-A-Lot, and then I'm
practically kicked out the door with my guide that apparently doesn't
understand the concept of showers. I'm almost happy the guy ended up
ditching me half an hour later, since I'm pretty sure the smell was
attracting flies and small spiky scavengers. He pointed out what he
called the Rape Caves where I could "level-whore" and told me to
remember what happens in Camp, stays in Camp before lumbering off into
the woods mumbling something about brains. That just left me to a fun
of time of walking through the mystery swamp alone. Whoever's in
charge here should look into getting that placed cleaned up, I think
breathing the air there was about as bad for me as smoking a pack of
cigarettes.
But anyways, I'm here now so lets get this over with. The sooner I'm
done the sooner I can leave and pretend I spent this day in bed with
some massage oil and a hot body builder named Carlos. The job
description says you're lacking some well-needed law enforcement
around this place. Don't know how bad a bunch of kids can really be,
but I've been sent a list on some of the new rules that will be put
into effect. And not gonna lie, most of these are pretty fucked up. I
would ask for an explanation but this is probably one of those prime
times when ignorance is bliss, so let's skip that part and get right
to it.
Under no circumstances should you should provoke Marcy by way of
sticks, stones, or suggestive gestures. Any campers found doing so
will be told to assume the position and take what's coming to them
like a man. Local wildlife must be respected (feared is also
encouraged, but not mandatory) with the exception of the
French-speaking toucans because let's face it: no one likes them
anyways. And to officially clear things up over the issue: frog
licking, while frowned upon, won't earn any reprimand for the time
being, although it's recommenced you don't go around talking about how
they have a flavour to other Campers. All regular Camp rules are still
in effect, and should they be broken the gorillas beating you will
continue until morale improves.
Okay, any questions? Yeah, "your Mom has a question", clever kid. In
that case, was there anything I forgot, or you need clarification on?
… You want me address the increase in vine and/or tentacle
molestations as well as the rising rate of plunger induced fatalities?
... Let's take a break first! I think I'll need a hard drink with some
coffee before we get into that.
Poll Vote!
Character name: Kuja
Series: Final Fantasy IX
Age: 24
Job: Head of the Theater Department
Canon: Final Fantasy: a series dedicated to epic quests that somehow end up involving saving the world. Final Fantasy IX is no exception. This time around our plucky hero happens to a be a thief and an actor. With a tail. In a rather unsurprising twist, the story starts with him kidnapping the princess and move on from there, picking up an assortment of strange characters along the way.
But every game needs an antagonist to keep the story running, and for this story Kuja steps up to take the plate. Flamboyant and more than a little poetic at times as well as power-hungry, he also takes the prize for ‘trappiest Final Fantasy villain to date’ and is the brother of the main character. Nonetheless, the fact that his younger brother is the protagonist he has no qualms about starting wars and attempting to kill his brother, even going so far as to strand his brother on another world so that he’d grow up without knowing anything about their true purpose. The convenient side effect of this? That there would be no one to get in the way of his rise to power. Except for the limit on his lifespan that his creator refrained from tellling him about, that is.
He also has something of a tendency to speak about things as if they were a play that he was orchestrating.
Sample Entry:
I’m… alive? I’m gonna make it after all?
Very well, then. Let the stage be set for my triumphant return. Such an opportunity would be too good to waste after all. On the stage of another world, the hero’s brother awakes to a new life far from the home he once knew. But will the tale be one of tragedy or comedy, and who will he encounter? It shall be a tale for the ages. All we need now are the other players. The zombies are a nice touch but are hardly suitable for this. They fall apart far too easily to be trusted with this. Besides they aren’t very appealing, just the dregs of souls clinging desperately to to the flesh they once had. But I might be able to find a use for them. I doubt they’ll complain much. After all, they’ll have a chance to become something better. You see, they’ll be alive again even if they won’t be the same. Of course there’s the possibility that it won’t work but they won’t be alive to care.
...You were listening? I didn’t see you there, with all these zombies in the way. But since you’re here, perhaps you could do me a favor? You see, I’m looking for some actors. Of particular interest would be the canary princess and the monkey thief. They’ve proven themselves well enough before and I wouldn’t mind working with them again~. Unfortunately, I don’t know my way around the place yet. All I need is for you to show me where the people live in this place. A simple enough request wouldn’t you say? More things than just the zombies seem to be rotten in this state of … Louisana, was it? I’m not gonna stay within reach of an untamed Water Chaos without some measure of protection.
There’s just one thing before we go. If you’re gonna be that polite about it, it’s ‘sir’ and not ‘ma’am’.
Poll Vote!
Character: Thomas Raith
Series: The Dresden Files
Character Age: 39
Job: Camp beautician
Canon: As the name implies, The Dresden Files follow the life of Harry Dresden, a wizard detective who goes around saving people, righting wrongs and pissing off bad guys. Along the way he picks up more than few interesting characters, including a vampire by the name of Thomas Raith. Unlike Harry, Thomas isn't out to save the world. He protects those he cares about and every once in a while might even do a good deed for the sake of it, but at the end of the day he knows that nothing he can do will absolve him. He is, after all, a monster.
Thomas belongs to a group of vampires called the White Court that feed on emotions instead of blood. This makes him something closer to a succubus than a traditional vampire and makes him incredibly attractive to women. Unlike the rest of the Court, however, Thomas is haunted by the deaths caused by his feeding. He hides his remorse behind wise-ass remarks and a good sense of humour, but the constant conflict between him and his demon does take its toll. At the moment, Thomas keeps his demonic urges in check by presenting himself as a gay stylist and sipping lightly on the emotions of the clients at his upscale salon.
Sample Post:
You know, I'm starting to think that there's been a misunderstanding somewhere along the way. I was told that I would be able to set up a branch of my salon here but I'm afraid that most of my normal clientèle has a certain je ne sai quoi... oh, I know what it is. They have hair. It's sort of a requirement. And nails. No, not the kind you have stuck into your eyes. Those are a bit of a stronger fashion statement than most people want to make. Like faux cheetah prints. It's taking things a little too far.
A small warning about the wildlife wouldn't have been wasted either. I've always known what kind of effect my powers have on human women, but I really didn't need to find out how female gorillas feel about me. Ladies, I'm afraid it wouldn't work out between us. The ribs you broke aren't really that much of a problem but purple? Really? It's so 1996. I'm afraid I couldn't look past it. We will at least always have those precious moments before I realized you were touching me. Mostly because giant clammy hands all over me are hard to forget.
Other things that are hard to forget? The eyes staring at me from the trees. Yes, I know I have hair black as ebony and skin white as snow, but we really don't need to recreate that particular fairytale. Especially since I'm pretty sure that those aren't going to turn out to be cute fuzzy animals that want to help me clean. The smell of blood and growling sort of gave them away.
So I think I'll just be on my way, if you don't mind. I think I might have come from somewhere near the lake or so... What? A tentacle monster? Oh, please. I told you before, I only use my powers on women. What could it possibly --
...
Oh hell.
Poll Vote!
Character name: Gregory House
Series: House M.D.
Age: 48
Job: Diagnostician/GP
Canon: House M.D. masquerades itself as a show about medicine, however, like all other stories being told there is an element of humanity, with a large focus on doctors and their ability to juggle everything; relationships, conscience, morals, and the patient's lives. The show is centred on a diagnostic team based in Princeton-Plainsborough Teaching Hospital, which is headed by one Gregory House. House has gathered the brightest and most diverse set of doctors around him; a white, rich boy; a beautiful, broken girl; and a morally-deficit black ex-juvvie. The four play 'guess the obscure disease', trying simultaneously to solve the problem (in House's case), and save the patient (in everyone else's case).
Gregory House is a Vicodin popping, violin playing, angry doctor who has a cane and he's not afraid to use it. He knows he's smart and he knows he's right, nor is he afraid to shove that in people's faces because he's also an unapologetic ass with low tolerance for fools. In addition, House has a habit of finding the weaknesses of people around him, and poking and prodding at them in a lazily amused, contemptuous sort of way, apparently in an attempt to elicit the truth from them. Which leads to one of House's most infamous lines; 'everybody lies'. And as the truth is all that matters to House, he will do whatever it takes to get it; cajole, threaten, sometimes torture. The last two have led to several clashes between him and the law as the concept of 'consent and beneficence' is one he completely ignores. He's not here to save patients, he's here to beat the disease and be proven right, and those pesky patients better not get in his way. One might call him 'practical' if one wasn't so busy calling him all sorts of other names.
Sample Entry:
All right, kid, let's get one thing clear: I am not here because I want to be, nor am I here because I like patients. No, you may not ask why or how I got here. Little boys need to keep quiet when their elders are talking.
Now, see this here? This is my bottle of happy pills. I take them when people, and I use the term loosely in this place, annoy me. If I have to reach for this bottle ten times in one day, someone is getting a rectal exam. As of now, various things, including sarcastic little jailbaits such as your lovely self, have already caused me to reach for this bottle nine times. I'm hoping that you won't make me go for it for that fatal tenth because judging by the clothes and the boyfriend waiting outside you'd actually enjoy it.
Direct your attention to my other hand; this is my gameboy, my sanity keeper. If you see me reaching for this, it means I am quickly becoming bored with you. And I will ignore you until you interest me once again, and that involves you bleeding copiously or screaming in abject pain, so let's make sure I'm not bored. Got it? Good. Talk.
…Uh-huh. So you've been sick for the last month, throwing up in the morning and with strange cravings too. Right. Since this place is populated with a copious amount of metaphorical ovaries possessed by boys prettier than Brangelina's lovechild, I'm not entirely surprised by this.
No, you don't need to know what I'm talking about. Take off your shirt and get on the bed - oh don't give me that look. I'm nothing like emo-angst statue outside. I just want to take a look inside with my nifty ultrasound machine...ignore the fact that it's a talking bat. Let me remind you; rectal exam. Yeah, thought that'd get you moving.
Shut up you noisy little rat and just do your squeaking and hearing thing. Yeah, yeah, I'll let you go after this. God, couldn't have gotten me a proper machine could they?
...Huh...So...Congratulations! Unlike most patients who leave the room with only one kind of news, you have both bad and good. Bad news, you appear to have a cancerous mass in your stomach. Good news, you probably won't die. Bad, you'll wish you were dead for a while though. Good, eventually you'll come to love that deadly little thing, most people do. If it's lucky, you might even give it a name and dress it up and play patsies with it.
Yes, you horrified looking jailbait, you are pregnant.
Of course I don't know how. That's between you and your bum-buddy. Don't give me details either, my virgin ears can't handle it…who am I kidding, my ears aren't virgin. But you, you're going to wish you had stayed in that pure state in nine months time.
In the meantime, here's a script for a year's supply of painkillers. Not for you, jailbait. For the boyfriend. You're going to make his life hell and never let it be said that I didn't put bros before hos. You get nothing except a biweekly visit so that I can perve on that cancerous growth. Oh and you get the pleasure of shopping for maternity clothes. Hey, maybe you should try contracting that sex-changing virus, it'll make this a lot less painful. What? Don't want to get real ovaries to match the metaphorical ones? Your funeral.
Now, get outta here before I have to reach for my bottle. Yeah, you too critter.
Poll Vote!
Character: Maya Amano
Series: Persona 2: Innocent Sin
Character Age: 23
Job: Motivational Guidance Counsellor
Canon: There is a rumour that if you call your on cell phone you’ll get to meet The Joker and have your wishes granted. Persona 2: Innocent Sin starts out with three teenagers trying to evoke this Joker Charm, but something goes wrong. The Joker accuses them of a sin that they don’t remember and swears to kill them as soon as they remember what they did. And things just get worse; soon all kinds of rumours start to come true, from the ramen shop selling weapons to the revival of Hitler and demons roaming the city. The teenagers have to use their Persona, manifestations of their psyche, to battle all this…
And joining them is Maya Amano, Ace Journalist of the youth magazine Coolest, who was doing research for an article about high school rumours when she ran into the teenagers. Maya is cheerful, talkative and super-optimistic! Her personal catchphrase is the very engrish phrase “Let’s positive thinking!” and she can always be counted on to cheer the group up and get them going, in fact she’s much like an older sister to everyone. She might not be your ideal role model though since she’s a total slob when at home who’s married to her work. On the inside she might doubt that everything will go well but it’s nothing that’d she’d ever show others and she always put up a smile. Maya, because of her bubbly personality, has also earned the dubious honour of being the worst choice of a silent protagonist EVER, in the sequel, Eternal Punishment.
As a note: To gain a Persona you need to play the Persona-Sama game, Maya has a bad tendency to teach it to random people…
Sample Post:
Ciao, everyone! Sometimes I'm a hot-blooded reporter; other times I'm a silent editor! But for now I'll be your new Motivational Guidance Counsellor, Maya Amano! Nice to meet you!
I'll be available for counselling duties at any time, but the Director asked me to give you all a special introduction. But I do have to admit, the Director reminds me of a spoiled child; like she's not used to not getting what she wants and is taking it out on all of us. So anyway~ just because you are stuck here in Camp doesn’t mean you have to give up on your dreams. In fact this might have been the opportunity you’ve always needed! The key is to think positively about every situation, if you do that you’ll be sure to find possibilities spring up everywhere. Remember, let’s positive thinking!
Just think about it, while we’re here we’re free to do almost anything aside from leaving or having sex. And I’m sure that if you think about those two facts for long enough you’ll find some kind of jump of logic to exploit ♥ Point is, there are no authority figures restricting you here. You can just follow your dreams without being afraid the adults will look down on you; remember that Big Sis Maya is 100% supportive of your actions. You can set your own goals here and not have to worry about having to go into the family business or living up to the expectations others have on you because of your parents. I'm sure you could get into any profession you want here. After all, your only limit is your imagination~
So what have you planned to be when you grow up here? It’s ok to speak up; you don’t need to mumble like that. Even if you’re unsure everything is fine as long as you can dream. Speaking of dreams, I never thought someone would actually spread that rumour about purple gorillas! Juuuust kidding! I didn’t start that one, honest! If it were me I would have come up with something much cuter. Like maybe a plushie with a pom-pom on it’s… Wow! There really is one! I wish I could show the others back home this.
So let’s review what we just went through. When it comes to realizing your dreams it’s most important to follow your….?
Wah, no, thank you. Booo! Braaaaains isn’t the right answer! Being smart is good and all but heart was the correct answer. Well, even if you’re undead it doesn’t mean you don’t have a future. If you can’t figure out what it is by yourself I can teach you a little trick, it goes like this “Persona-sama, Persona-sama”…
Whoa! I had no idea that zombies had enough of a psyche to summon personas. I wonder what more it would work on… animals? Nah, that would be too silly~
Poll Vote!
Remember!
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- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
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Character Name: Cecile Croomy
Series: Code Geass
Age: 24
Job: Official Coordinator of Tuesday Rations
Canon: The Holy Empire of Britannia has conquered Japan and renamed it Area 11. Lelouch, an abandoned prince, vows to destroy this heartless Britannia, and rises up to support the Japanese as the terrorist figurehead Zero. The war for Japan's independence rages as Zero's Black Knights struggle against the the powerful and expansive Britannian army, combat taking place largely with the infamous rollerblading mecha, the Knightmare Frames. Also, there are ridiculous costumes, mischievous cats, pizza-making robots... Geass is Special, all right?
In this world where everyone else seems to have a crazyface, Britannian soldier Cecile Croomy is one of the sane ones (so far). She is one of the developers of the Lancelot, the top-notch Knightmare Frame that's powerful enough to serve as Britannia's trump card. Though Cecile may seem insecure and hesitant, she is obviously a responsible researcher and developer, a trained and dedicated soldier, and she certainly isn't afraid to smack some manners into people when they're being rude. Perhaps most importantly, she is a kind and gentle woman, and extends concern and compassion towards Kururugi Suzaku despite his race, assuming a role as a mother figure for him. However, you don't want Mom's cooking in this case, even if she seems so enthusiastic. Trust me on this one, or you'll end up with a combination of ingredients you never thought of before... and probably for good reason.
Sample Post:
Is this Camp F.U.D.? The Camp for the Foundation of Universal Defense? Cecile Croomy, new Coordinator of Rations, reporting. This isn't the type of job I'm used to... but if you're shorthanded I'll be glad to help. And you do seem to be missing a few hands... I'm honored you think my cooking is up to the task! I've been practicing lately in my spare time... Now, let's see. Oh, no wonder you can't keep up morale with a soup like this. If you've been getting complaints about it, I think you just need to add some more flavor! Mm, mixing in some orange juice would make the soup more bright and cheerful. And after that, some plum, some cream, perhaps some ravioli... Oh, carrots are good for soups! That should be good, hmm? Yes, sir--I will ensure that everyone in this camp gets their fair share. It's a shame I'm only working on Tuesday for now, though... This is so much fun, I wouldn't mind doing it every day! --? Oh, you think the camp Director would approve? Now you're just flattering me...
--Oh, hello everyone! You're a bit early; the soup should be ready in just a moment. But my, you're all in such interesting costumes! Zombies and... purple gorillas? Is it for a festival? Oh, no, this is a military camp. You have to stay professional here. But I've never seen combat equipment quite like that before... Ah, more importantly! We can't possibly have proper introductions when you're dressed like that. Would you mind taking this off? Don't make a fuss; nobody wants to deal with a disobedient soldier. ...Ah! What well-made suits! The whole thing came off so realistically! I've never seen anything like it before! The fake head could serve as a decoy for enemies aiming for headshots, and prevent casualties, couldn't it? It's nice to see that here on the mainland they can give everyone head... o-oh, honestly! Don't laugh at that! Head technology! You know what I meant.
Now, really! I mean it, sir! Laughing at a slip of the tongue is one thing, but now you're just being excessively lewd. That's completely inappropriate, especially in a work environment. You have to have some manners in a place like this! That's enough!--Oh, my. With that much force, I would have thought this suit's head would have come off completely, too. These suits really are impressive, aren't they? If only we could make it more compact and trim off the excess material, the mobility would be improved and it might be suitable for mass production and distribution amongst the ranks. And nobody would expect Britannia to resort to gorilla warfare...
Oh, but military affairs really shouldn't have a place at the dinner table. Now, sit down and I'll get you the first serving; you look like a mess. I'll go stir up some soup, and you make sure not to stir up any more trouble, all right? ♥
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Character: Jackie Tyler
Fandom: Doctor Who
Character Age: 40
Job: Camp Hairdresser
Canon: Doctor Who, a show about a time traveling alien and the men/women/things that love him. The Doctor travels through time and space to help those in need and mend things that have gone wrong. Since the whole of time can be rather lonely, he often has someone with him to keep him company. One of the Doctor's companions was one Rose Tyler, a working class Londoner who's never hesitated to follow the Doctor anywhere, leaving behind everything.
One of the biggest things Rose leaves behind is Jackie Tyler, Rose's widowed mother who works as a hairdresser and dates sundry men. Seriously, she flirted with the Doctor the first time she saw him. The second time she slapped him. You see, when it comes to her daughter (or anything, really) Jackie doesn't take any shit. She doesn't care if you're the last of an almighty god-like race, if you give her lip she's gonna smack you. Which isn't to say she doesn't care. She just has a special way of caring. Jackie's willful and prone to shouting. She's also kind and would do anything to help those she cares about. She doesn't really understand her daughter's desire to travel the universe, but she's not going to stand in her way.
Sample Post:
Well, that's a bit strange. I was just walking along, minding my own business, and this group of strangers just walk right up to me! All strange looking, they were. Like they were sort of melting.... Didn't smell very nice, either. Anyway, they come up, and I think they kept asking for milk, only they said it all funny. Which is understandable, really, considering their mouths were sort of falling off. What they kept saying though sounded like "milf". They got grabby then and I had to leave them. That's when I ran into you- sorry 'bout that, by the way!
Still, was nice to get a bit of attention from someone for a change. Been wandering around this place for a good hour now and the only other bit of notice I've gotten was a cheeky whistle from some strange bird. It's a sign that something's right in the world that a nice upstanding gentleman such as you stops to check on little old me, clearly lost. You're a little hairy, but many women would find that attractive, I wager. Maybe you can show me your place? So that I can get my bearings, I mean. Though I wouldn't say no to a coffee, if you wanted, just you and me?
Not a man of many words, are you? I don't think 'ook' counts as one. Strange sort of suit you have, isn't it? Purple not a color you see on men much, I imagine. But who am I to complain, eh? Looks very well on you, I think. Oh, but you must be dying in this heat! Are you sure you don't want to remove just a few layers?
While I have you, though, I don't suppose you could tell me where I am? I was trying to get to Cockfosters and took a wrong turn, I guess. Then, out of the blue, this woman appears, looking out of place being all posh and she had this these strange sort of eyes. This woman, she gives me directions, says her name's the Director and starts on about "employment opportunities". She says she wants me to go to America and do some sort of counseling. Way she went off about it, you'd think those campers were murderers or something! I tried to tell her to shove off- as if I'd go to America to work for some lunatic!- but she only tells me that she won't take "No" as an answer and that she has ways. Don't know what sort of ways she has but I didn't like that sound of it! So, I set off, trying to get away from her and back to Cockfosters. I turn a corner and here I am, lost in a swamp with this strange sort of thing waving at me from a lake!
Let me tell you, Mr Ook, never trust someone what doesn't give a proper name. Now, about that coffee?
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Character: Takemoto Yuta
Series: Honey and Clover
Age: 22
Job: Failed Relationship Counselor
Canon: College is a crazy time when you can spend nights on end without sleep, have more alcohol than blood in your veins, and make friends with people that haven't bathed in days. Oh, and attend classes so you can graduate and get a Real Job. Honey and Clover is the story of five art students as they grow up, following them in their experiences of love, work, and discovering the world around them and their selves.
Aptly nicknamed after a Shiba dog, Takemoto is the puppy of the series that is kicked by life repeatedly. Not only is he left completely out of the running by his love interest, Hagu, Takemoto encounters difficulty in finding his way in life. Prone to introspection, he hesitates and fumbles around others often, keeping his thoughts to himself. He is a Nice Guy, though, looking after even his ill-mannered housemate with enduring patience. Even when everything around him becomes hectic, Takemoto passes it off with a self-deprecating laugh, to the anxiety of others. He easily switches from moral conscience of the group to an overeager and zealous partner in crime.
Note: Takemoto is being taken from his trip to Hokkaido, before reaching Wakkanai.
Sample App:
Getting a job so easily like this... It's kind of nostalgic. I wish I had this kind of luck with the lottery, to end up in the right place, at the right time, even when I'm lost. It almost feels like this camp will end in a few hours, before I even get to let having a job sink in. --Not that I want to! I'd like for it to be open for a very long time. It looks nice from all of the, uh, forest I've seen. So, I'm happy to help even if I don't think I'm the best person for the job. I don't really have a lot of experience with things like being rejected or, um, "not getting the girl"-- Ah, no. It says here that I do. There's even a very long resume... Ahaha. I guess I can get down to work now, since I have all of these files already. Oh, they even included my pay... A free bed and food? Thank you, Ms. Director!! I'll work very hard!
Everyone! I'm Takemoto Yuta, age twenty-two, your, um, Failed Relationship Counselor. It's nice to meet you! It says here that my job is to help everyone who couldn't nail-- I don't think it should be called nailing someone. It's mean, and people will get the-- wrong idea!! Put the hammer down, please! It means the person you love doesn't love you the same way or they are dating someone else instead-- Not assault with hardware. Aaah, he already lost one eye to a clamp! L-Let him keep the other one! We're supposed to be talking about your feelings and how to get past your, um, failed relationships, n-not causing more, real pain. Now, it says there's a counselor for "capturing your prey at all costs" here, but I don't think that'd be a good-- Haaa, they all left.
Huh? Oh, I didn't see you in the back. You can come closer since it's just us. --Um, maybe not so close... I mean, t-that's fine. I think it'd be better to talk to everyone privately like this, since things like this are very personal, aren't they? --A-Ah, are you sure you're feeling alright? It can be depressing when you're rejected, but you shouldn't let yourself go like this. That's the first step, really. You can be sad for awhile, but you have to keep on going. After this, you should definitely get a shower and a good meal in you. I'll even treat you! To be able to say something like this... Truly, thank you, Ms. Director!
No, you can't keep thinking about why they rejected you. Even if you aren't the smartest, you have lots of other good things about you, like, ah, your unique complexion and really good eye contact. Even with just o-one! I'm sure you'll meet someone who will appreciate all those good things about you. You just have to believe they're out there and you'll find them. It might be really hard right now, but you'll definitely find a way. And just because you weren't what he-- ahaha, um, she was looking for, but you should still try to be friends. It's still nice to to be close to them even if you weren't the one... Ahaha, but it's too soon for that, isn't it? I-I felt a little pain too.
--Ah, I'm sorry! I kept going on like that when I'm supposed to listen to you. See? That's one of the things you're good at too-- Listening... Even without ears! A-Ahaha, that must be why you stayed.
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Character: Deborah Morgan
Series: Dexter
Character Age: 29
Job: Camp Cop
Canon : Being a serial killer is tough, just ask Dexter
Morgan. Everyday he has to pretend to have feelings, act the part of a
loving brother and a good boyfriend, work around cops and still
somehow find the time to chop up and dispose of his latest victim.
Taught at a young age to only kill people who deserve it, Dexter
stalks murderers until he is sure they are, for lack of a better word,
bad, before going ahead and "taking out the garbage" as he so
eloquently puts it.
Deborah is Dexter's foster sister and the only person he would have
feelings for if he could feel at all. With a tough demeanour, sassy
attitude and the tendency to swear enough to make a sailor wince,
Deborah has no problem fitting in with all the boys in the homicide
department at the Miami Metro Police station. But beneath Deborah's
hard outer shell she's actually a very soft and kind-hearted person,
even a little vulnerable and with a bit of a daddy complex to boot.
Clever and quick, she's often the one coming up with ideas and chasing
leads, but is occasionally finds herself faulted by her own doubts and
misgivings.
Sample Post:
Okay, help me out here guys because you've got to be jerkin' my
fucking chain. Special investigation my ass! I get stuffed into a
plane, spend hours sitting beside Mr. Pukes-A-Lot, and then I'm
practically kicked out the door with my guide that apparently doesn't
understand the concept of showers. I'm almost happy the guy ended up
ditching me half an hour later, since I'm pretty sure the smell was
attracting flies and small spiky scavengers. He pointed out what he
called the Rape Caves where I could "level-whore" and told me to
remember what happens in Camp, stays in Camp before lumbering off into
the woods mumbling something about brains. That just left me to a fun
of time of walking through the mystery swamp alone. Whoever's in
charge here should look into getting that placed cleaned up, I think
breathing the air there was about as bad for me as smoking a pack of
cigarettes.
But anyways, I'm here now so lets get this over with. The sooner I'm
done the sooner I can leave and pretend I spent this day in bed with
some massage oil and a hot body builder named Carlos. The job
description says you're lacking some well-needed law enforcement
around this place. Don't know how bad a bunch of kids can really be,
but I've been sent a list on some of the new rules that will be put
into effect. And not gonna lie, most of these are pretty fucked up. I
would ask for an explanation but this is probably one of those prime
times when ignorance is bliss, so let's skip that part and get right
to it.
Under no circumstances should you should provoke Marcy by way of
sticks, stones, or suggestive gestures. Any campers found doing so
will be told to assume the position and take what's coming to them
like a man. Local wildlife must be respected (feared is also
encouraged, but not mandatory) with the exception of the
French-speaking toucans because let's face it: no one likes them
anyways. And to officially clear things up over the issue: frog
licking, while frowned upon, won't earn any reprimand for the time
being, although it's recommenced you don't go around talking about how
they have a flavour to other Campers. All regular Camp rules are still
in effect, and should they be broken the gorillas beating you will
continue until morale improves.
Okay, any questions? Yeah, "your Mom has a question", clever kid. In
that case, was there anything I forgot, or you need clarification on?
… You want me address the increase in vine and/or tentacle
molestations as well as the rising rate of plunger induced fatalities?
... Let's take a break first! I think I'll need a hard drink with some
coffee before we get into that.
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Character name: Kuja
Series: Final Fantasy IX
Age: 24
Job: Head of the Theater Department
Canon: Final Fantasy: a series dedicated to epic quests that somehow end up involving saving the world. Final Fantasy IX is no exception. This time around our plucky hero happens to a be a thief and an actor. With a tail. In a rather unsurprising twist, the story starts with him kidnapping the princess and move on from there, picking up an assortment of strange characters along the way.
But every game needs an antagonist to keep the story running, and for this story Kuja steps up to take the plate. Flamboyant and more than a little poetic at times as well as power-hungry, he also takes the prize for ‘trappiest Final Fantasy villain to date’ and is the brother of the main character. Nonetheless, the fact that his younger brother is the protagonist he has no qualms about starting wars and attempting to kill his brother, even going so far as to strand his brother on another world so that he’d grow up without knowing anything about their true purpose. The convenient side effect of this? That there would be no one to get in the way of his rise to power. Except for the limit on his lifespan that his creator refrained from tellling him about, that is.
He also has something of a tendency to speak about things as if they were a play that he was orchestrating.
Sample Entry:
I’m… alive? I’m gonna make it after all?
Very well, then. Let the stage be set for my triumphant return. Such an opportunity would be too good to waste after all. On the stage of another world, the hero’s brother awakes to a new life far from the home he once knew. But will the tale be one of tragedy or comedy, and who will he encounter? It shall be a tale for the ages. All we need now are the other players. The zombies are a nice touch but are hardly suitable for this. They fall apart far too easily to be trusted with this. Besides they aren’t very appealing, just the dregs of souls clinging desperately to to the flesh they once had. But I might be able to find a use for them. I doubt they’ll complain much. After all, they’ll have a chance to become something better. You see, they’ll be alive again even if they won’t be the same. Of course there’s the possibility that it won’t work but they won’t be alive to care.
...You were listening? I didn’t see you there, with all these zombies in the way. But since you’re here, perhaps you could do me a favor? You see, I’m looking for some actors. Of particular interest would be the canary princess and the monkey thief. They’ve proven themselves well enough before and I wouldn’t mind working with them again~. Unfortunately, I don’t know my way around the place yet. All I need is for you to show me where the people live in this place. A simple enough request wouldn’t you say? More things than just the zombies seem to be rotten in this state of … Louisana, was it? I’m not gonna stay within reach of an untamed Water Chaos without some measure of protection.
There’s just one thing before we go. If you’re gonna be that polite about it, it’s ‘sir’ and not ‘ma’am’.
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Character: Thomas Raith
Series: The Dresden Files
Character Age: 39
Job: Camp beautician
Canon: As the name implies, The Dresden Files follow the life of Harry Dresden, a wizard detective who goes around saving people, righting wrongs and pissing off bad guys. Along the way he picks up more than few interesting characters, including a vampire by the name of Thomas Raith. Unlike Harry, Thomas isn't out to save the world. He protects those he cares about and every once in a while might even do a good deed for the sake of it, but at the end of the day he knows that nothing he can do will absolve him. He is, after all, a monster.
Thomas belongs to a group of vampires called the White Court that feed on emotions instead of blood. This makes him something closer to a succubus than a traditional vampire and makes him incredibly attractive to women. Unlike the rest of the Court, however, Thomas is haunted by the deaths caused by his feeding. He hides his remorse behind wise-ass remarks and a good sense of humour, but the constant conflict between him and his demon does take its toll. At the moment, Thomas keeps his demonic urges in check by presenting himself as a gay stylist and sipping lightly on the emotions of the clients at his upscale salon.
Sample Post:
You know, I'm starting to think that there's been a misunderstanding somewhere along the way. I was told that I would be able to set up a branch of my salon here but I'm afraid that most of my normal clientèle has a certain je ne sai quoi... oh, I know what it is. They have hair. It's sort of a requirement. And nails. No, not the kind you have stuck into your eyes. Those are a bit of a stronger fashion statement than most people want to make. Like faux cheetah prints. It's taking things a little too far.
A small warning about the wildlife wouldn't have been wasted either. I've always known what kind of effect my powers have on human women, but I really didn't need to find out how female gorillas feel about me. Ladies, I'm afraid it wouldn't work out between us. The ribs you broke aren't really that much of a problem but purple? Really? It's so 1996. I'm afraid I couldn't look past it. We will at least always have those precious moments before I realized you were touching me. Mostly because giant clammy hands all over me are hard to forget.
Other things that are hard to forget? The eyes staring at me from the trees. Yes, I know I have hair black as ebony and skin white as snow, but we really don't need to recreate that particular fairytale. Especially since I'm pretty sure that those aren't going to turn out to be cute fuzzy animals that want to help me clean. The smell of blood and growling sort of gave them away.
So I think I'll just be on my way, if you don't mind. I think I might have come from somewhere near the lake or so... What? A tentacle monster? Oh, please. I told you before, I only use my powers on women. What could it possibly --
...
Oh hell.
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Character name: Gregory House
Series: House M.D.
Age: 48
Job: Diagnostician/GP
Canon: House M.D. masquerades itself as a show about medicine, however, like all other stories being told there is an element of humanity, with a large focus on doctors and their ability to juggle everything; relationships, conscience, morals, and the patient's lives. The show is centred on a diagnostic team based in Princeton-Plainsborough Teaching Hospital, which is headed by one Gregory House. House has gathered the brightest and most diverse set of doctors around him; a white, rich boy; a beautiful, broken girl; and a morally-deficit black ex-juvvie. The four play 'guess the obscure disease', trying simultaneously to solve the problem (in House's case), and save the patient (in everyone else's case).
Gregory House is a Vicodin popping, violin playing, angry doctor who has a cane and he's not afraid to use it. He knows he's smart and he knows he's right, nor is he afraid to shove that in people's faces because he's also an unapologetic ass with low tolerance for fools. In addition, House has a habit of finding the weaknesses of people around him, and poking and prodding at them in a lazily amused, contemptuous sort of way, apparently in an attempt to elicit the truth from them. Which leads to one of House's most infamous lines; 'everybody lies'. And as the truth is all that matters to House, he will do whatever it takes to get it; cajole, threaten, sometimes torture. The last two have led to several clashes between him and the law as the concept of 'consent and beneficence' is one he completely ignores. He's not here to save patients, he's here to beat the disease and be proven right, and those pesky patients better not get in his way. One might call him 'practical' if one wasn't so busy calling him all sorts of other names.
Sample Entry:
All right, kid, let's get one thing clear: I am not here because I want to be, nor am I here because I like patients. No, you may not ask why or how I got here. Little boys need to keep quiet when their elders are talking.
Now, see this here? This is my bottle of happy pills. I take them when people, and I use the term loosely in this place, annoy me. If I have to reach for this bottle ten times in one day, someone is getting a rectal exam. As of now, various things, including sarcastic little jailbaits such as your lovely self, have already caused me to reach for this bottle nine times. I'm hoping that you won't make me go for it for that fatal tenth because judging by the clothes and the boyfriend waiting outside you'd actually enjoy it.
Direct your attention to my other hand; this is my gameboy, my sanity keeper. If you see me reaching for this, it means I am quickly becoming bored with you. And I will ignore you until you interest me once again, and that involves you bleeding copiously or screaming in abject pain, so let's make sure I'm not bored. Got it? Good. Talk.
…Uh-huh. So you've been sick for the last month, throwing up in the morning and with strange cravings too. Right. Since this place is populated with a copious amount of metaphorical ovaries possessed by boys prettier than Brangelina's lovechild, I'm not entirely surprised by this.
No, you don't need to know what I'm talking about. Take off your shirt and get on the bed - oh don't give me that look. I'm nothing like emo-angst statue outside. I just want to take a look inside with my nifty ultrasound machine...ignore the fact that it's a talking bat. Let me remind you; rectal exam. Yeah, thought that'd get you moving.
Shut up you noisy little rat and just do your squeaking and hearing thing. Yeah, yeah, I'll let you go after this. God, couldn't have gotten me a proper machine could they?
...Huh...So...Congratulations! Unlike most patients who leave the room with only one kind of news, you have both bad and good. Bad news, you appear to have a cancerous mass in your stomach. Good news, you probably won't die. Bad, you'll wish you were dead for a while though. Good, eventually you'll come to love that deadly little thing, most people do. If it's lucky, you might even give it a name and dress it up and play patsies with it.
Yes, you horrified looking jailbait, you are pregnant.
Of course I don't know how. That's between you and your bum-buddy. Don't give me details either, my virgin ears can't handle it…who am I kidding, my ears aren't virgin. But you, you're going to wish you had stayed in that pure state in nine months time.
In the meantime, here's a script for a year's supply of painkillers. Not for you, jailbait. For the boyfriend. You're going to make his life hell and never let it be said that I didn't put bros before hos. You get nothing except a biweekly visit so that I can perve on that cancerous growth. Oh and you get the pleasure of shopping for maternity clothes. Hey, maybe you should try contracting that sex-changing virus, it'll make this a lot less painful. What? Don't want to get real ovaries to match the metaphorical ones? Your funeral.
Now, get outta here before I have to reach for my bottle. Yeah, you too critter.
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Character: Maya Amano
Series: Persona 2: Innocent Sin
Character Age: 23
Job: Motivational Guidance Counsellor
Canon: There is a rumour that if you call your on cell phone you’ll get to meet The Joker and have your wishes granted. Persona 2: Innocent Sin starts out with three teenagers trying to evoke this Joker Charm, but something goes wrong. The Joker accuses them of a sin that they don’t remember and swears to kill them as soon as they remember what they did. And things just get worse; soon all kinds of rumours start to come true, from the ramen shop selling weapons to the revival of Hitler and demons roaming the city. The teenagers have to use their Persona, manifestations of their psyche, to battle all this…
And joining them is Maya Amano, Ace Journalist of the youth magazine Coolest, who was doing research for an article about high school rumours when she ran into the teenagers. Maya is cheerful, talkative and super-optimistic! Her personal catchphrase is the very engrish phrase “Let’s positive thinking!” and she can always be counted on to cheer the group up and get them going, in fact she’s much like an older sister to everyone. She might not be your ideal role model though since she’s a total slob when at home who’s married to her work. On the inside she might doubt that everything will go well but it’s nothing that’d she’d ever show others and she always put up a smile. Maya, because of her bubbly personality, has also earned the dubious honour of being the worst choice of a silent protagonist EVER, in the sequel, Eternal Punishment.
As a note: To gain a Persona you need to play the Persona-Sama game, Maya has a bad tendency to teach it to random people…
Sample Post:
Ciao, everyone! Sometimes I'm a hot-blooded reporter; other times I'm a silent editor! But for now I'll be your new Motivational Guidance Counsellor, Maya Amano! Nice to meet you!
I'll be available for counselling duties at any time, but the Director asked me to give you all a special introduction. But I do have to admit, the Director reminds me of a spoiled child; like she's not used to not getting what she wants and is taking it out on all of us. So anyway~ just because you are stuck here in Camp doesn’t mean you have to give up on your dreams. In fact this might have been the opportunity you’ve always needed! The key is to think positively about every situation, if you do that you’ll be sure to find possibilities spring up everywhere. Remember, let’s positive thinking!
Just think about it, while we’re here we’re free to do almost anything aside from leaving or having sex. And I’m sure that if you think about those two facts for long enough you’ll find some kind of jump of logic to exploit ♥ Point is, there are no authority figures restricting you here. You can just follow your dreams without being afraid the adults will look down on you; remember that Big Sis Maya is 100% supportive of your actions. You can set your own goals here and not have to worry about having to go into the family business or living up to the expectations others have on you because of your parents. I'm sure you could get into any profession you want here. After all, your only limit is your imagination~
So what have you planned to be when you grow up here? It’s ok to speak up; you don’t need to mumble like that. Even if you’re unsure everything is fine as long as you can dream. Speaking of dreams, I never thought someone would actually spread that rumour about purple gorillas! Juuuust kidding! I didn’t start that one, honest! If it were me I would have come up with something much cuter. Like maybe a plushie with a pom-pom on it’s… Wow! There really is one! I wish I could show the others back home this.
So let’s review what we just went through. When it comes to realizing your dreams it’s most important to follow your….?
Wah, no, thank you. Booo! Braaaaains isn’t the right answer! Being smart is good and all but heart was the correct answer. Well, even if you’re undead it doesn’t mean you don’t have a future. If you can’t figure out what it is by yourself I can teach you a little trick, it goes like this “Persona-sama, Persona-sama”…
Whoa! I had no idea that zombies had enough of a psyche to summon personas. I wonder what more it would work on… animals? Nah, that would be too silly~
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