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Character: Tendou Souji
Series: Kamen Rider Kabuto
Character Age: 21
Canon: Welcome to Kamen Rider Kabuto, a show about superheroes who kick alien butt! About seven years or so ago a meteorite full of aliens decided that it'd be nice to slam down right into the middle of Shibuya and ruin everything, consequences be damned! So, an organization named ZECT came together to kill the aliens and do lots of property damage in the process. To alleviate the amount of property damage and kind of save the world, they decided to make a rider belt (a device that would change a man into a superhero) so a Kamen Rider (the superhero in question) could come kick some ass. Only one man existed who would be able to wear that belt, Rider Kick the aliens in the proverbial nads and save the world -- and that one man was Tendou Souji. Kamen Rider Kabuto is the story of Tendou Souji being awesome at everything, saving the world while doing it, and the people who love (or hate) him for it.
Tendou is an arrogant and aloof young man with a penchant for cooking and being the best at everything ever. He lives his life believing he is the most perfect human being in existence -- something akin to a god. Luckily enough for him, most people seem to think the same, especially about his cooking, his most passionate area of expertise. One bite of Tendou’s cooking is pretty much a gift from the gods. It's hard growing up and being god’s gift to humanity, but Tendou can do it with a smile (or smirk) and a punch to the ego to whoever defies him. He is ready to bring people down to a level below him and walk all over people -- yet at the end of the day, he’s the hero, a good guy. So despite every insult he throws or every condescending attitude he takes, he’s not necessarily bad -- just an asshole. Also he might have a Grandmother complex in which he expresses by quoting her at every waking moment he can. He just thinks she's super neat, okay!
Sample Post:
Ms. Lunch-lady, rejoice. I have come to help you prepare food for the people of Camp Fuck You Die. I won't take over your position -- I have a far better one myself, one that gifts my mind with peace and the world with happiness because of my existence. Yet, as I watch people leave this place suffering from stomachaches, I find myself sympathetic to their plea for good food. So I have come to aid you in your time of need and out of the goodness of my heart. You can consider me your guardian angel since someone with as much talent as myself would be considered a deity in some places. Grandmother once said, "Angels descend during meals. Therefore, it's a sacred time." Today, I will be that angel and you are the one who has called me.
Now, let's get to work. What's on the menu today? Lunch meat surprise? If we're going to surprise them, then I believe we must have a good surprise in store, yes? First, let's fix your attire. The gravy-stained apron does give quite a special look but I think if we're to greet the campers with a smile on our faces and a fresh uniform, it might encourage their appetites! Next we'll need to gather the ingredients. We’ll need eggs and-- unfortunately, I don't think duck eggs are quite the ones we are looking for, Ms. Lunch-lady, but that was a good guess! Leave the preparation to me. Chicken eggs, bread crumbs, lunch meat... Hm? No, I am positive we do not need that much gravy either, Ms. Lunch-lady. Your efforts are honorable but unneeded! A man like myself, who walks the path of heaven, who rules over everything, does not need that much gravy on his food. It would ruin the love I have put into it. If prepared right, the juices of the food will carry the flavor.
Okay, now we can begin. Crack the egg into the bowl-- and don't eat the eggshell either. Ms. Lunch-lady, I am beginning to have my suspicions about you. I understand that this job is tedious and dull but I don't think that excuses the amount of drool you’ve given off in the past 15 minutes. Neither does it excuse the chewing on that camper's head. ... Oh, I finally understand now. The divinity of my presence has left you mentally incapable of forming complete sentences and considering yourself as nothing more than a brainless zombie. You have adapted to become one of the local creatures because just my mere presence has shattered your self-esteem and confidence so badly. It must be hard being around someone who is such a universal treasure such as myself but, Ms. Lunch-lady, I think we can save you.
... If you stop eating that boy's arm first.
Voted in here at 97.7%!
Series: Kamen Rider Kabuto
Character Age: 21
Canon: Welcome to Kamen Rider Kabuto, a show about superheroes who kick alien butt! About seven years or so ago a meteorite full of aliens decided that it'd be nice to slam down right into the middle of Shibuya and ruin everything, consequences be damned! So, an organization named ZECT came together to kill the aliens and do lots of property damage in the process. To alleviate the amount of property damage and kind of save the world, they decided to make a rider belt (a device that would change a man into a superhero) so a Kamen Rider (the superhero in question) could come kick some ass. Only one man existed who would be able to wear that belt, Rider Kick the aliens in the proverbial nads and save the world -- and that one man was Tendou Souji. Kamen Rider Kabuto is the story of Tendou Souji being awesome at everything, saving the world while doing it, and the people who love (or hate) him for it.
Tendou is an arrogant and aloof young man with a penchant for cooking and being the best at everything ever. He lives his life believing he is the most perfect human being in existence -- something akin to a god. Luckily enough for him, most people seem to think the same, especially about his cooking, his most passionate area of expertise. One bite of Tendou’s cooking is pretty much a gift from the gods. It's hard growing up and being god’s gift to humanity, but Tendou can do it with a smile (or smirk) and a punch to the ego to whoever defies him. He is ready to bring people down to a level below him and walk all over people -- yet at the end of the day, he’s the hero, a good guy. So despite every insult he throws or every condescending attitude he takes, he’s not necessarily bad -- just an asshole. Also he might have a Grandmother complex in which he expresses by quoting her at every waking moment he can. He just thinks she's super neat, okay!
Sample Post:
Ms. Lunch-lady, rejoice. I have come to help you prepare food for the people of Camp Fuck You Die. I won't take over your position -- I have a far better one myself, one that gifts my mind with peace and the world with happiness because of my existence. Yet, as I watch people leave this place suffering from stomachaches, I find myself sympathetic to their plea for good food. So I have come to aid you in your time of need and out of the goodness of my heart. You can consider me your guardian angel since someone with as much talent as myself would be considered a deity in some places. Grandmother once said, "Angels descend during meals. Therefore, it's a sacred time." Today, I will be that angel and you are the one who has called me.
Now, let's get to work. What's on the menu today? Lunch meat surprise? If we're going to surprise them, then I believe we must have a good surprise in store, yes? First, let's fix your attire. The gravy-stained apron does give quite a special look but I think if we're to greet the campers with a smile on our faces and a fresh uniform, it might encourage their appetites! Next we'll need to gather the ingredients. We’ll need eggs and-- unfortunately, I don't think duck eggs are quite the ones we are looking for, Ms. Lunch-lady, but that was a good guess! Leave the preparation to me. Chicken eggs, bread crumbs, lunch meat... Hm? No, I am positive we do not need that much gravy either, Ms. Lunch-lady. Your efforts are honorable but unneeded! A man like myself, who walks the path of heaven, who rules over everything, does not need that much gravy on his food. It would ruin the love I have put into it. If prepared right, the juices of the food will carry the flavor.
Okay, now we can begin. Crack the egg into the bowl-- and don't eat the eggshell either. Ms. Lunch-lady, I am beginning to have my suspicions about you. I understand that this job is tedious and dull but I don't think that excuses the amount of drool you’ve given off in the past 15 minutes. Neither does it excuse the chewing on that camper's head. ... Oh, I finally understand now. The divinity of my presence has left you mentally incapable of forming complete sentences and considering yourself as nothing more than a brainless zombie. You have adapted to become one of the local creatures because just my mere presence has shattered your self-esteem and confidence so badly. It must be hard being around someone who is such a universal treasure such as myself but, Ms. Lunch-lady, I think we can save you.
... If you stop eating that boy's arm first.
Voted in here at 97.7%!