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Character Name: Jenna Angel
Series: Digital Devil Saga
Character Age: Late twenties/early thirties.
Job: Camp Critic
Canon: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS S-S-SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF DDS.
At the end of the 20th century, Earth was dying. Mutated pathogens, abnormal weather patterns, and collapsed ecosystems abounded. Humans worldwide were stricken with the Cuvier Syndrome, a disease that caused slow, deadly petrification. In the midst of this chaos was born Jenna Angel, a brilliant scientist who finally realized that the problems stemmed from 'God,' the sun. Initially a gentle, caring woman, she underwent a complete personality change when her lover David was killed in a terrorist attack. Angered by humanity's useless bigotry, she opened an insane summer camp in Louisiana developed a complex plot to turn people into cannibalistic demons, reduce humanity to its basest nature, wipe it out, and destroy the world. Unfortunately, two factors integral to her plan turned against her: a girl named Sera, and the inhabitants of a virtual world called the Junkyard...
Angel is a chief of the Karma Society, an organization of scientists attempting to save humanity through dubious and often cruel methods. Cool and professional, she can maintain an emotionally detached manner, even when faced with the lobotomy of her own daughter. She's also quite charismatic, able to promise the populace salvation even while she works towards its destruction. Underneath her facade, Angel is consumed with sorrow and hatred, finding beauty in both chaos and the concept of 'eat or be eaten.' Her big old ball o' issues with mankind isn't helped by the fact that Angel is a demon as well. Infected by the virus that she herself created, she may transform into Onmyo Harihara, a powerful, four-armed creature reminiscent of a chess queen.
Sample Post:
When I first agreed to inspect the Core Facility of Utopian Development, Madame Sayre, this was hardly what I expected.
I must certainly express appreciation for the system you have wrought here, however. Regressing your test subjects to the simplest and most brutal of forms ... what poetry there is to be found in these, who pull their unhealthy bodies apart in the effort to devour. How beautiful, when these perfected demons are at their peak, and how ingenious, to focus their constant hunger on brains alone. They may have their cranial cake and eat it too ... by devouring all who stand in their way and reducing the populace to gibbering, cerebrum-craving masses like themselves. An innovative twist. It renders the majority of your subjects docile, does it not?
But there will always be errors at the developmental stage. I see the weak malinger and scavenge, their empty skulls ignored by the strong, who refuse to put them out of their misery. Perhaps a culling system might be more effective instead. One also ought to remember that the concept of baseness can be taken just a tad too far; the profusion of abandoned organs here is both a waste of resources and a mockery of hygiene.
Your vulnerability is an issue as well, since you seem woefully lacking in alternative sources of manpower. Left unchecked, some enterprising souls might someday discover the value of possessing arms, both literal and figurative. Unlikely, yes, but rebellion occasionally disdains the odds, hm? I have already found that your current airborne deployment in this forest--strange, how greatly they resemble the extinct ramphastos sulfuratus--are ill-chosen guards should any threat arise. Not only are they uninformed as to whom their proper targets are, but must they advertise to all that they come in six unique fruit flavors?
Really, Madame, it grows worse the further I investigate! Without your presence, some of these poor, brain-deprived fools will turn to anyone who shows even a hint of authority. Their clamoring desire to be 'touched by a me' reveals some kind of perverse religious fanaticism, one you have done nothing to quell. Watch: do not fear, you who gather before me in rotting multitudes. You shall soon be led to liberation, above this cycle of karma that you wish to escape. Come, bring your beliefs to this shore, and dare the poisonous waters in your search for a higher truth--
--I suppose I must take back one point of contention. It seems your protective measures here are far more ... penetrative than I thought.
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