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Character: Togu Takanari
Series: Shinshi Doumei Cross
Age: 15
Summary: When a humble and hard-working girl enters an elite school full of the creme de le filthy rich of society then becomes tricked into joining the most popular club in school - What? No, this isn't Ouran. It's a council, not a club, and they do actual work. . . Most of the time. Plus, Haine, the bubbling protagonist, has already been swept off her feet by the emperor of the student council, Shizumasa, and does her best to get close to his heart as his bodyguard. With a couple of homosexual love affairs, shocking revelations of the past, and heaps of dramatic drama thrown in, Shinshi Doumei Cross is high school like you never remembered it.
As the emperor of the school and heir to one of the most powerful families, the Togus, Shizumasa is looked up to by everyone. Except where they're looking up the another Togu, Takanari, the older twin brother of Shizumasa who often takes Shizumasa's place at school because of his poor health. To all the world, Takanari does not exist. For this very reason, Takanari is cold and withdrawn, and hateful of his brother and everything that belongs to him. But when he begins to open up with help from Haine, his calculating demeanor reveals a focused and determined individual capable of great kindness. Haine even inspires him to go against Shizumasa as he tries to have her fall in love with his true self. As emperor of the student council, Takanari is dedicated to doing his job and well, which is a good thing since everyone else on the council likes to goof off.
Sample App:
The streamers need to be hung on the trees that won't rip them. You don't need to be so heavy handed with the sparkles, you'll blind everyone. And who arranged for a band that has no hands and is blind? I'll say it again: Less sparkles.
This would be much easier if half of them had ears. . . I've already won the recall election, but I still have to get training as the Emperor? It doesn't make sense. I understand they want to test my flexibility - a little too much - and ingenuity as a leader, but there are better ways of doing that then arranging a bake sale with the oddly realistic undead. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget having to check the cupcakes and muffins for fingers. Luckily enough - No, unluckily enough, I had to find out there was one in my blueberry muffin the hard way before thinking to check the rest. I commend them for being realistic, but that was going just too far, especially that taste.
Thankfully, this homecoming dance should be the last of it. "Celebrating Camp's Zombies decisive victory over their rival team, Marcy, in Touch Camper Football, the first annual homecoming dance featuring dead music, local-favorite treats, such as liver and fava beans with non-alcoholic Chianti, and entertainment from can't stand up comedians." As strange as it is, everyone seems to be enthused about it, even with the groaning. And they're doing a good job of it - Too good a job. I should check the food. . . Again. Still, there's a lesson to be learned from this. Perhaps, the student body could come up with it's own theme back home rather than doing the usual ones. Though, the harem of beautiful men courting the ladies idea will have to be set aside as much as they clamor for it. What would the parents say? Well, the fathers.
Alright, there's an hour to go and everything looks ready. A band that can play, decora - Did we run out of streamers? What did they use that's dripping - . . . Never mind. It's decorated. The food looks edible and safe, but where did the entree go? Twenty-three, you were in charge of this, so where is it? Don't look at me. You shouldn't have volunteered for this position if you couldn't handle it. I could call something in, but it won't be the liver we planned on. You don't need to stand so close, I can do it on my own - Did you just bite me?!
You wanted to have it "fresh". Oh, I see. . . I think something just came up, and I won't be able to make it to the dance tonight.
Voting goes here.
Series: Shinshi Doumei Cross
Age: 15
Summary: When a humble and hard-working girl enters an elite school full of the creme de le filthy rich of society then becomes tricked into joining the most popular club in school - What? No, this isn't Ouran. It's a council, not a club, and they do actual work. . . Most of the time. Plus, Haine, the bubbling protagonist, has already been swept off her feet by the emperor of the student council, Shizumasa, and does her best to get close to his heart as his bodyguard. With a couple of homosexual love affairs, shocking revelations of the past, and heaps of dramatic drama thrown in, Shinshi Doumei Cross is high school like you never remembered it.
As the emperor of the school and heir to one of the most powerful families, the Togus, Shizumasa is looked up to by everyone. Except where they're looking up the another Togu, Takanari, the older twin brother of Shizumasa who often takes Shizumasa's place at school because of his poor health. To all the world, Takanari does not exist. For this very reason, Takanari is cold and withdrawn, and hateful of his brother and everything that belongs to him. But when he begins to open up with help from Haine, his calculating demeanor reveals a focused and determined individual capable of great kindness. Haine even inspires him to go against Shizumasa as he tries to have her fall in love with his true self. As emperor of the student council, Takanari is dedicated to doing his job and well, which is a good thing since everyone else on the council likes to goof off.
Sample App:
The streamers need to be hung on the trees that won't rip them. You don't need to be so heavy handed with the sparkles, you'll blind everyone. And who arranged for a band that has no hands and is blind? I'll say it again: Less sparkles.
This would be much easier if half of them had ears. . . I've already won the recall election, but I still have to get training as the Emperor? It doesn't make sense. I understand they want to test my flexibility - a little too much - and ingenuity as a leader, but there are better ways of doing that then arranging a bake sale with the oddly realistic undead. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget having to check the cupcakes and muffins for fingers. Luckily enough - No, unluckily enough, I had to find out there was one in my blueberry muffin the hard way before thinking to check the rest. I commend them for being realistic, but that was going just too far, especially that taste.
Thankfully, this homecoming dance should be the last of it. "Celebrating Camp's Zombies decisive victory over their rival team, Marcy, in Touch Camper Football, the first annual homecoming dance featuring dead music, local-favorite treats, such as liver and fava beans with non-alcoholic Chianti, and entertainment from can't stand up comedians." As strange as it is, everyone seems to be enthused about it, even with the groaning. And they're doing a good job of it - Too good a job. I should check the food. . . Again. Still, there's a lesson to be learned from this. Perhaps, the student body could come up with it's own theme back home rather than doing the usual ones. Though, the harem of beautiful men courting the ladies idea will have to be set aside as much as they clamor for it. What would the parents say? Well, the fathers.
Alright, there's an hour to go and everything looks ready. A band that can play, decora - Did we run out of streamers? What did they use that's dripping - . . . Never mind. It's decorated. The food looks edible and safe, but where did the entree go? Twenty-three, you were in charge of this, so where is it? Don't look at me. You shouldn't have volunteered for this position if you couldn't handle it. I could call something in, but it won't be the liver we planned on. You don't need to stand so close, I can do it on my own - Did you just bite me?!
You wanted to have it "fresh". Oh, I see. . . I think something just came up, and I won't be able to make it to the dance tonight.
Voting goes here.