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Character: Kamiyama Itsuki
Series: Goth (manga)
Character Age: ~16-17
Canon: Are you a fan of crazy axe murderers? Have you stalked your neighborhood serial killer? If that's the case, you might just fit in with Kamiyama and Morino. They're your not-so average high schoolers who have a thing for death, murder, and torture. Luckily for them, their hometown is nicely populated with the violently inclined, and Kamiyama and Morino often have front row seats to the murdering and maiming action. And if they don't? Well, they weasel their way in, for better or for worse. They're almost like detectives, except they don't really care if the culprits get thrown in jail or not--as long as they get to feel the thrill of the kill.
Kamiyama Itsuki is the more morbid half of our gothic duo. Around most of his classmates, he acts like any other teenage boy: he talks about girls, pop culture, and that test next week. To be honest, though, he couldn't care less about the ramblings of those around him; he's far more interested in the murder on the news last night. Cool and collected, Itsuki can appear quite heartless at times, and this isn't far from the truth. He rarely acts without an ulterior motive. When he swoops in for a rescue, it's not so much because he wants you to live, but he doesn't want to miss your death. Inquisitive and detail-oriented, Itsuki wouldn't make a bad detective, if only he didn't have more than a few skeletons in his closet.
Sample Post
Excuse me, but is this Camp Fuck You Die? I'm Kamiyama Itsuki, a student from Japan who has an interest in forensics. My teachers had mentioned this place to me after hearing about it on the news, and as someone who is always eager to expand his horizons, I had come here in hopes of better understanding the work done here. If I remember correctly, there have been a number of disappearances around the area, and law enforcement was working hard to solve them. I was hoping to work side by side with them, but I seem to have gotten lost while--You know what? There's no point in me keeping up the façade. You can stop pretending to be human now, too. I can tell that your hand's about to fall off your arm.
And before you start? Don't try telling me that you're an actor in a B-movie about zombies. I'd recognize the smell of rotting flesh anywhere, and unless you're part of the first smell-o-vision flick, I don't see why they'd bother to add the stench to their actors. Come to think of it, actors would probably go on strike before letting themselves smell like you do. Even for a rotting corpse, you're quite ripe. I'd tell you to start drinking some formaldehyde, but I think you're a bit beyond saving, even with that treatment. You must be a very disappointing zombie to your employer. I know I'm disappointed, with you and this place.
I came here because I like people dead, and no, zombies don't count as dead. There's a reason why you guys are called the living dead and the undead: you don't stay six feet under like good corpses. Think of all the murderers you're disappointing by your unwillingness to stop "living." You can't artfully nail a body to a tree if it keeps struggling, and throwing body parts into a river has no point if the garbage bag they're in keeps moving. See, this isn't really Camp Fuck You Die. I really think you guys should rename it to Camp Fuck You Die and Reanimate, since nothing seems to stay dead here. Oh, I know about the Moogles. I killed the little birdie that told me, and unfortunately, he came back to life and started screeching obscenities in my head.
Look, the only good thing I can see about this place is for those freaks who like burying people alive. Their problem is that they have to keep finding new people to bury, but with you guys... With you guys, they never have to find another person until your lot rots away into nothing! They could constantly get off on the sounds of your moans, which is passable enough as a human's with some dirt in the way, and the scritch scratch of your bony fingers against the coffin. Don't you think it's a great idea? Just imagine how much money your boss could bring in if she started selling you guys to these people. You might even get enough to get that hand reattached.
Voting went on here. [57 in (91.9%), 5 out (8.1%)]
Series: Goth (manga)
Character Age: ~16-17
Canon: Are you a fan of crazy axe murderers? Have you stalked your neighborhood serial killer? If that's the case, you might just fit in with Kamiyama and Morino. They're your not-so average high schoolers who have a thing for death, murder, and torture. Luckily for them, their hometown is nicely populated with the violently inclined, and Kamiyama and Morino often have front row seats to the murdering and maiming action. And if they don't? Well, they weasel their way in, for better or for worse. They're almost like detectives, except they don't really care if the culprits get thrown in jail or not--as long as they get to feel the thrill of the kill.
Kamiyama Itsuki is the more morbid half of our gothic duo. Around most of his classmates, he acts like any other teenage boy: he talks about girls, pop culture, and that test next week. To be honest, though, he couldn't care less about the ramblings of those around him; he's far more interested in the murder on the news last night. Cool and collected, Itsuki can appear quite heartless at times, and this isn't far from the truth. He rarely acts without an ulterior motive. When he swoops in for a rescue, it's not so much because he wants you to live, but he doesn't want to miss your death. Inquisitive and detail-oriented, Itsuki wouldn't make a bad detective, if only he didn't have more than a few skeletons in his closet.
Sample Post
Excuse me, but is this Camp Fuck You Die? I'm Kamiyama Itsuki, a student from Japan who has an interest in forensics. My teachers had mentioned this place to me after hearing about it on the news, and as someone who is always eager to expand his horizons, I had come here in hopes of better understanding the work done here. If I remember correctly, there have been a number of disappearances around the area, and law enforcement was working hard to solve them. I was hoping to work side by side with them, but I seem to have gotten lost while--You know what? There's no point in me keeping up the façade. You can stop pretending to be human now, too. I can tell that your hand's about to fall off your arm.
And before you start? Don't try telling me that you're an actor in a B-movie about zombies. I'd recognize the smell of rotting flesh anywhere, and unless you're part of the first smell-o-vision flick, I don't see why they'd bother to add the stench to their actors. Come to think of it, actors would probably go on strike before letting themselves smell like you do. Even for a rotting corpse, you're quite ripe. I'd tell you to start drinking some formaldehyde, but I think you're a bit beyond saving, even with that treatment. You must be a very disappointing zombie to your employer. I know I'm disappointed, with you and this place.
I came here because I like people dead, and no, zombies don't count as dead. There's a reason why you guys are called the living dead and the undead: you don't stay six feet under like good corpses. Think of all the murderers you're disappointing by your unwillingness to stop "living." You can't artfully nail a body to a tree if it keeps struggling, and throwing body parts into a river has no point if the garbage bag they're in keeps moving. See, this isn't really Camp Fuck You Die. I really think you guys should rename it to Camp Fuck You Die and Reanimate, since nothing seems to stay dead here. Oh, I know about the Moogles. I killed the little birdie that told me, and unfortunately, he came back to life and started screeching obscenities in my head.
Look, the only good thing I can see about this place is for those freaks who like burying people alive. Their problem is that they have to keep finding new people to bury, but with you guys... With you guys, they never have to find another person until your lot rots away into nothing! They could constantly get off on the sounds of your moans, which is passable enough as a human's with some dirt in the way, and the scritch scratch of your bony fingers against the coffin. Don't you think it's a great idea? Just imagine how much money your boss could bring in if she started selling you guys to these people. You might even get enough to get that hand reattached.
Voting went on here. [57 in (91.9%), 5 out (8.1%)]