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Character: Alani Ryan, “Loa”
Series: Marvel Comics
Character Age: 16
Canon: Change is the only constant in the universe. We hear this all the time, but that doesn’t exactly stop us from fighting it in our own lives, does it? So when evolution takes an unexpected leap forward and mankind finds that its place at the top of the natural order may be taken by a superior race of humans within a few generations, well... Let’s put it this way. The X-Men, the group established to teach these young mutants how to use their abilities responsibly and help to ensure the peaceful coexistence of all people, has now basically been kicked out of America and is barely clinging to life.
And not all of them are jumping at the chance to beat up bad guys and save the world on a daily basis. Some are more like Loa, who has never quite gotten over being intimidated by the destructive nature of her ability and avoids using it whenever possible. After all that her people have lost, she’s very protective of the friends she has left and doesn’t let anything stand in her way once she’s set her mind to something, but in her heart Loa’s still a lot more fun-loving surfer than ass-kicking hero. She likes things laidback and light-hearted, and she’s learned to rarely hold back what she’s thinking, whether that means just being her big-hearted friendly self, making stubborn idiots listen to reason, or dropping amusing (and genre-savvy) comments on all the ridiculousness going on around her. Because somebody has to admit the obvious fact that life with actual superheroes is simultaneously awesome, terrible, and very very silly. Though really, if it takes another evil invasion or surprise trip to Hell to see the cool stuff? She’d rather just be goofing off somewhere safe with all the people she cares about. You know, eating junk food, having dorky debates about movies, maybe reading some... obscure and potentially less than safe books on dark magic, hideous monsters, and undersea cities?
Well, everybody has to have a hobby.
Sample Post:
Mmmm...! You know what, Mr. Tastee? I don’t care what those whiny toucans say. For a one-eyed, one-armed guy who may or may not even have a tongue, you sure know how to throw an ice cream party. Who cares if a few of the flavors have a tentacle or two sticking out, right? They’re about as sinister as the effect that made that bite of the Tutti Frutti-tasting stuff look like it winked at me. It’s all just part of the wicked Lovecraft theme, and I’m not leaving until I’ve had a taste of all 32 Flavors of Madness! Haha, it’s not like you would really get dessert recipes from the Necronomicon or anything. That’d be ridiculous.
Hey, what’s with the guilty look all of a sudden? ...aw dude, c’mon. Please tell me you didn’t. How many times do I have to explain this to people? Just because it has “nom” in the name, that doesn’t make it a cookbook!
Great. Now I have to worry about this whole thing being part of some spell to summon a brain-eating Eldritch abomination from the depths of the Non-Euclidian Caramel Swirl or something. Well, okay, considering what you’re used to around here, maybe anything “brain-eating” is a bad example of a credible threat, but there’s no way this is ending without a fight, or at least some kind of crazy Twilight Zone sanity-melty stuff. Just look at these flavor names: Bloodberry Cheesecake, Mint Chocolate Cthulhu Fhtagn, Bodacious Black Frozen Sorrow, Pistachio, the Marcy S-- Hold on. Pistachio-flavored ice cream is evil? ...why am I not surprised?
Oh! And I know for a fact that the name of flavor number 12 has like a fifty-fifty chance of making your eyeballs pop out if you say it out loud. I’m not an amateur. I just like to assume the best in people. Especially the ones with ice cream. And there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not like it’s easy to make delicious frozen treats menacing. Without a van, I mean. Add a van and one of those creepy jingles and all bets are off.
But still, I guess this is the part where I have to do the hero thing and shut you down before something bad happens. It’s not personal or anything, but I’m an X-Man sorta. And with great networking comes great responsibility, so you know I can’t let you cause an apocalypse just because your ice cream has more dimensions of deliciousness than the human mind can fathom. I just have to ask this one thing first.
If you honestly sold your soul to an Elder God to be able to make the only ice cream in camp with real sugar...... can I get one last scoop of number 12?
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Voting went here: 100%
Series: Marvel Comics
Character Age: 16
Canon: Change is the only constant in the universe. We hear this all the time, but that doesn’t exactly stop us from fighting it in our own lives, does it? So when evolution takes an unexpected leap forward and mankind finds that its place at the top of the natural order may be taken by a superior race of humans within a few generations, well... Let’s put it this way. The X-Men, the group established to teach these young mutants how to use their abilities responsibly and help to ensure the peaceful coexistence of all people, has now basically been kicked out of America and is barely clinging to life.
And not all of them are jumping at the chance to beat up bad guys and save the world on a daily basis. Some are more like Loa, who has never quite gotten over being intimidated by the destructive nature of her ability and avoids using it whenever possible. After all that her people have lost, she’s very protective of the friends she has left and doesn’t let anything stand in her way once she’s set her mind to something, but in her heart Loa’s still a lot more fun-loving surfer than ass-kicking hero. She likes things laidback and light-hearted, and she’s learned to rarely hold back what she’s thinking, whether that means just being her big-hearted friendly self, making stubborn idiots listen to reason, or dropping amusing (and genre-savvy) comments on all the ridiculousness going on around her. Because somebody has to admit the obvious fact that life with actual superheroes is simultaneously awesome, terrible, and very very silly. Though really, if it takes another evil invasion or surprise trip to Hell to see the cool stuff? She’d rather just be goofing off somewhere safe with all the people she cares about. You know, eating junk food, having dorky debates about movies, maybe reading some... obscure and potentially less than safe books on dark magic, hideous monsters, and undersea cities?
Well, everybody has to have a hobby.
Sample Post:
Mmmm...! You know what, Mr. Tastee? I don’t care what those whiny toucans say. For a one-eyed, one-armed guy who may or may not even have a tongue, you sure know how to throw an ice cream party. Who cares if a few of the flavors have a tentacle or two sticking out, right? They’re about as sinister as the effect that made that bite of the Tutti Frutti-tasting stuff look like it winked at me. It’s all just part of the wicked Lovecraft theme, and I’m not leaving until I’ve had a taste of all 32 Flavors of Madness! Haha, it’s not like you would really get dessert recipes from the Necronomicon or anything. That’d be ridiculous.
Hey, what’s with the guilty look all of a sudden? ...aw dude, c’mon. Please tell me you didn’t. How many times do I have to explain this to people? Just because it has “nom” in the name, that doesn’t make it a cookbook!
Great. Now I have to worry about this whole thing being part of some spell to summon a brain-eating Eldritch abomination from the depths of the Non-Euclidian Caramel Swirl or something. Well, okay, considering what you’re used to around here, maybe anything “brain-eating” is a bad example of a credible threat, but there’s no way this is ending without a fight, or at least some kind of crazy Twilight Zone sanity-melty stuff. Just look at these flavor names: Bloodberry Cheesecake, Mint Chocolate Cthulhu Fhtagn, Bodacious Black Frozen Sorrow, Pistachio, the Marcy S-- Hold on. Pistachio-flavored ice cream is evil? ...why am I not surprised?
Oh! And I know for a fact that the name of flavor number 12 has like a fifty-fifty chance of making your eyeballs pop out if you say it out loud. I’m not an amateur. I just like to assume the best in people. Especially the ones with ice cream. And there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not like it’s easy to make delicious frozen treats menacing. Without a van, I mean. Add a van and one of those creepy jingles and all bets are off.
But still, I guess this is the part where I have to do the hero thing and shut you down before something bad happens. It’s not personal or anything, but I’m an X-Man sorta. And with great networking comes great responsibility, so you know I can’t let you cause an apocalypse just because your ice cream has more dimensions of deliciousness than the human mind can fathom. I just have to ask this one thing first.
If you honestly sold your soul to an Elder God to be able to make the only ice cream in camp with real sugar...... can I get one last scoop of number 12?
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Voting went here: 100%