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Character: Kanaria
Series: Rozen Maiden (manga)
Character Age: Appears as a young girl
Canon: If you told the story of Alice in Wonderland to a man with a lolitacomplex and a knack for making dolls, you'd get something like the Alice Game. The Alice Game is a competition that several of the living dolls he created enter into in order to defeat each other, having been promised that the doll who defeats all the rests and collects their Rosa Mystica-something that allows the dolls to move and fight-will be accepted by their creator as "Alice"; the perfect little girl. The story follows Shinku, the fifth doll, and her life in the Sakurada household as she fights for her right to become Alice.
Kanaria is the second doll competing in the Alice Game, and despite her small size she has big ambitions, setting out to defeat all her sisters. She is confident in her ability, going through great lengths to set up traps, even if it involves spying. In addition to being somewhat overconfident, Kanaria is very much a child, even if she pretends not to be. She's easily distracted and spooked, though she tries to shrug off her mishaps and continue on bravely, narrating her "missions" to herself. She repeats words and phrases when she's excited, trying to keep her chin up and herself proper. Even with the world against her, she's very determined in anything she does. Just you wait-she'll have her favorite tamagoyaki omelet and eat it too!
Note: Kanaria has a tendency of saying "kashira" at the end of some of her sentences, which roughly translated as "I wonder?" or "maybe", which is also coupled with her habit of switching to third person at random, calling herself "Kana"
Sample Post:
All right! Now begins the mission report of the elegant Kanaria's latest stealth mission. Of course, every expert knows that the precise details of a mission are just as important as the mission itself. As long as there is one warrior braving it by herself then I must keep my spirits high, Kashira! I'll definitely do it! I'll win the unwinnable! Sneak through the unsneakable! And! And! Eat the uneatable!!
-O-oh dear, I think I may have gotten a bit too caught up there. But, being a professional, I can easily regain focus. Now then: my mood is currently confident, as I should be, and my location is precisely thirty degrees east of a location Kana has brilliantly decided to label "The Center Of Camp". Of course, it's not quite the center, but some liberties must be made. The area of which The Center Of Camp is located, I have learned through my investigations, is known as C.F.U.D; its meaning is currently unknown, and it doesn't seem to be that important. As for the sounds I'm hearing, erm... Well! Let's just say they're not particularly suited for ladies, such as myself. There was a reason I never liked birds, kashira. The mission: infiltrate the food center, otherwise known as the Mess Hall, and retrieve the special secret item. And, of course this is very important-Kana would know! Never again shall I march through a scorching blacktop or trudge through another Christmas in July on an empty stomach! The item? Why, a tamagoyaki of course. No other food is worth fording through a questionably-located swamp in Japan! No! But for a delicious tamagoyaki will I fight through hoards of green-skinned otaku, sick from obsession, and lumbering giants w-who... could probably squash Kana flat, b-but! Never deterred, this brave soul fights on!
Now, having dodged the onslaught of tentacles-a move I've aptly named a dodge roll-and snuck past the kitchen guards with only a box to my name, I can smell the prize! And literally, too. I'm sure I'm doing it right! My keen senses tell me the tamagoyaki is on the tabletop, but there are so many containers laid out! How messy of the chefs. I'm sure it must be in one of these; I'll begin my search in hopes it shall be labeled. Hmm, but shouldn't "Marcy's Goo" be grouped before "Soylent Green", if we go alphabetically? There's nothing wrong with being a little tidy, kashira. Perhaps I should lend myself to a noble deed before I continue. "Sprig of Mistletoe" goes here, and "Zombie Organs" go here erk... Some of these don't seem like foods, like "Ashes of a Food Thie- kyaaaaaa! K-k-kana isn't a food thief! That won't happen! And it's for a valiant goal, so... so....! You know what, I don't like this kitchen anymore! I-it's incredibly cruel to kind young ladies like me! I was just coming to eat, just like everyone else. So! I'm just taking my tamagoyaki and leaving! Good! In fact, I spot it over there-a-and, I'm not scared, someone of my caliber wouldn't even sniffle for something like this...! Okay, let's take it out of the container and-
W-what? A note? Wait, what does it mean by "my tamagoyaki is in another camp"?!
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Character: Dancy Flammarion
Series: Threshold: A Novel of Deep Time (by Caitlin R. Kiernan)
Character Age: 16
Canon: Chance Matthews has suffered enough tragedies. The latest--her grandfather's death--has left her shaken, convinced that she's doomed to a life of loneliness. She'd love to order a nice serving of recovery time and direction for the future. What she gets instead is the last thing she needs--a strange albino girl who knows things about Chance she can't possibly know. This girl speaks of being commanded by an angel to slay monsters and claims she needs Chance's help. Chance doesn't believe in angels. Or monsters. But among the artifacts left by her geologist grandparents, there lies a fossil of a creature that couldn't possibly have existed. But it did. And still does . . .
Dancy Flammarion is that albino. Born and raised in the swamps of Florida, she is a creepy, homeless Boo Radley girl who follows the bidding of an angel--or perhaps only voices in her head--by searching out and slaying ancient monsters. Armed with resourcefulness, strong convictions and her trusty carving knife, this sometimes naive nomad doles out so much monster slaying bang for your buck that the hearts of ghouls and demons across the Deep South are struck with fear and hesitation. Even her polite words can turn a little sharp-edged. On the other hand, Dancy's a little undersocialized. She bites monsters and people alike, she'd rather address perceived injustices with a weapon instead of words, and a tramatic childhood experience at a carnival has made her sensitive to being treated like a freak of nature. But have no fear! She's a good kid at heart. Earnest and well-meaning, Dancy only targets the "real monsters," and believes in relying on her own strength and never involving others unless unavoidable.
Notes: Dancy is taken from chapter Eight, to explain why she thinks it's July. Also, albinos usually have very light-sensitive eyes.
Sample Post:
Evening there. I expect you're here to find asylum and not adventure. Go ahead! I don't mind you joining me. There's plenty of room in this tunnel for the both of us, and the snow outside can't be very pleasant to walk around in. It's odd, isn't it. Snow and freezing winds in July, this far south? Unheard of. And just yesterday I'd got the worst case of sunburn ever. It's peeling like mad as you'll see once you're farther in, I swear that's all it is. Yes, this all must be a test. Be it from my angel or renegade monsters hoping to stray me off my path like always, it can be nothing else. I'd have liked some advance warning. Usually information like this isn't left out. I'm not about to stay outside in such unpredictable weather. I don't blame you either.
You're awfully quiet. Come on, no need to hang around the entrance! It's warmer over here and you must be--oh my . . . You're a. Gorilla. I couldn't tell earlier 'cause the glare outside hurt my eyes too much to get a good look from back here, but now I have--and you're purple at that! Is that natural or did someone dye your fur that color? No, I don't expect an answer since gorillas can't talk, but it's less rude than simply asking myself that. And if you could answer, there'd be no pressure to. You might not want to talk about it. I know all about that from personal experience. I'm albino--it's why I burn so easily, see? No, no touching. Sunburn hurts and my arms still feel raw and itchy. Please. Keep your hands to yourself.
A sign and marker . . . you can write? Really?! Then Mr. Gorilla, do you know where I can find the Water Works Tunnel? I must have got turned around somewhere along the way and ended up here. This can't be it. See, the tunnel's supposed to have a large pipe running through it all the way deep inside. There's no pipe here, and the tunnel's larger than I anticipated. I'm utterly lost. Are we on the other side of Red Mountain, perhaps? Let's see what you've written there.
What. What do you mean, "second fork on the right and straight on till moaning"? Do you mean "morning"? No. I have to find the entrance before nightfall. If you don't know just write that. Now what? . . . No, I won't be the white grape to your purple grape and make sweet and sour wine all night long. Who taught you perverted crap like that?! If you can't write anything helpful, don't write anything at all!
Hey, I said no touching that HURTS! STOP IT. That's it. Let me tell you something, Mr. Gorilla. A monster once tried to touch me. I bit off his finger and put it in a jar I keep with me. Keep your hands to yourself or yours'll join it!
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Character: Sahashi Minato
Series: Sekirei
Character Age: 19
Canon: The Sekirei Plan: A system set up by a mad scientist to unleash alien life forms, "Sekirei", into the capital city, where they must a) be given a power-up ("winged") by their destined "Ashikabi" (normal human with weird genes) and b) fight all-out in a battle royale in a sealed city that they can't leave until there's only one Sekirei left standing. All of which sounds very ominous, but becomes a little sillier when one realizes that the Sekirei mostly look like smokin' hot chicks, winging involves "saliva-contact" (or, you know, "kissing"), and Sekirei fights are mostly based on ripping each other's clothing off. Thus the goal (to collect a bunch of Sekirei and fight them against each other) becomes kind of like a crazy game of Pimpimon.
Lead male Sahashi Minato is an Ashikabi, but he isn't exactly big pimpin' material. And even if he were, he'd never get to act on it -- if he ever got up the courage to do more than nosebleed at all the women who wander around naked, well, he lives in an apartment with a very strict 'no hanky-panky' rule enforced by a scary woman with a sword. Actually, all the women in his life are terrifying: demon-masked landlady, toppy scientist mother, ball-busting sister, and of course his Sekirei. This may explain why he's soft-spoken and submissive, polite and modest, a terrible stutterer, and always apologetic and nervous. He gets dragged into things outside of his control, and is a total failure at pretty much everything, including getting into university (he's twice failed the entrance exam and is working on applying a third time). However, he's a fundamentally good person and despite his fail, he uses the power of Love and Friendship and Kindness to wing six Sekirei. He genuinely loves all of his Sekirei and tries hard to do everything he can for all of them, so one way or another things tend to work out for the best.
Sample Post:
Um. Hello! It's very nice to ...well, I guess it isn't really nice to be here, is it? But I'm sure it'll be very nice to meet everyone else, though a-admittedly I was a little worried when I first arrived.
I... well, I only came here in the first place because my mother promised me that it'd be a great place to study. I don't really want to give up my dreams of Shintou University, but she told me I'd be sure to be accepted at a place like this because I only needed to get 70% on the entrance exam. I mean, even if 100% is just a dream for someone like me, isn't that aiming a little low? Still, at the time I thought, "Well, no matter what I get, I'll be fine as long as I don't fail and have to reapply". Then, when I got here, I found out that "CFUD" didn't stand for "Community-Funded University Degrees" but for Camp F-fu-... the real name is just kind of troubling, that's all.
But the name seems to be the least of the problems. I'd barely even had a chance to worry about it when I ran into a z... ... a very nice woman who I'm sure just had a really problematic illness, ahaha...ha. Or maybe not; no matter how I look at it, she looked just like... er, well, a long time ago, I ended up seeing this movie, "Zombie Hookers from Beyond the Grave Around the Block", and she reminded me of, um, one of the titular characters. Down to the red dress and the missing breast. It was a really scary movie, b-but however uncanny the resemblance was, I just couldn't leave her like that. Even in crazy circumstances, it's just wrong if you don't do what you can for someone, right? So I helped her find her... well. Her, um, breast.
I thought she'd appreciate that, b-but then she... threw it at me. And tore off her dress to reach the other one to throw that, a-and then she started throwing her friends' breasts as well. I think she wanted me to get them for her like I got the first one, but... not only did I not want to catch them all, I couldn't catch them all. I-it seemed like miles and miles of breasts, giant mounds of breasts, and if I didn't flee fast enough I'd get trapped forever and ever. I've had nightmares like that before, but, w-wow, I never thought I'd ever have to face it for real. So I ended up running away from her even though I'd meant to stay and help... and that's how I ended up in the main campgrounds, thank God. Honestly, I'm so, so glad I did, because I found a message board here. Finally, I can learn something about this place. I'd like some idea of what to expect.
... So... If I read this right, it sounds like this camp is a place that we're not allowed to leave. A place where alien creatures roam the area looking for fights and may jump out at you at every turn to molest you. Where clothing might vanish without warning... b-but undergarments can be found anywhere, even on trees?! And despite all this, sexual relations are strictly prohibited and will result in a horrible punishment by the terrifying female Director...
Ahhhh, what a relief! It's just like home after all.
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Character: Anya aka Anastasia Romanov
Series: Anastasia
Character Age: 18
Canon: If there's rumors, there's money. Specifically, a reward for anyone who finds and returns the rumored long-lost Princess Anastasia to her Grandmother in Paris. So for a pair of con men, a pretty penny comes in the form of Anya, an amnesiac orphan of the Russian Revolution who just wants to find her past, her only hint being a necklace inscribed 'Together in Paris'. Luckily for her, the resemblance she bears to the Princess grants her a free pass courtesy of the con men, and as they coach her to act more like royalty her memories slowly return. But little do they know, Anya is really Anastasia, and the more sinister forces behind the Royal family's deaths are reawakening. And these forces now want to see any sign of Anastasia dead.
As for the Princess Anastasia herself, she is prone to bouts of immaturity and cracking wise every now and again. The fact that she has a mind of her own and isn't afraid to speak it, even if it's to herself, makes her feisty compared to most girls. Despite that, it works well when combined with her honesty and empathy for others. Determined, Anya just wants to find a home, as home to her is very much where one's heart is. Still, Anya does have her moments of sad introspection, mostly about wanting to love and be loved. Even when she regains her memories and a family this melancholy still persists right up until she is true to herself about both who she wants to be and who she really wants to be with. Lastly, but certainly not least, in true animated Princess movie style Anya breaks out in song every now and then over whatever situation she's in.
NOTE: Anya is being taken from the end of the movie.
Sample Post:
'Braaaaains, braaaaaaaaaaiiiinnns...' Everyone I've asked, it's always about brains! Hmph, well I didn't need help anyway, I'm sure I can find my way by myself without being questioned on how smart I am by some brainiacs! But... even if I say that, this place is like a nightmare. One that's sans anything actually scary, that is. Swamps are meant to have strange smells and weird things crawling over you, right? Still, there's something about it that almost feels cursed... though gross or not there must be a way out! Even if the only clue I have is the name 'Stephen Debussey', surely someone would know who that name belongs to! I've already heard that he's either six-feet-under or in just as deep of trouble with his fiancee, but he must have had other people who cared for him too! It is his home, after all.
But about this fiancee, apparently she's looking for his murderer... I'm sure that she's just keeping everybody here out of desperation! Not to mention the rumors of him being less than dead and buried... unless he looks like the walking dead like everyone else here, that's sure familiar! I've been there, so whether he's stuck somewhere and trying to get back, or if he's decided to do his own thing true to himself, family should still be important to him! I may not know what he did to make his fiancee so mad, but if he is alive and has his memory intact, then he needs to man up and come out of hiding-- not to mention apologize about his reported death! Not that manning up could help him any, from the sounds of his fiancee. But it'd still be better for everybody in the end, wouldn't it?
And here I am talking to myself! Sitting around won't accomplish anything... alright, that does it! I'll help reunite them even if I have to drag the guy out by his teeth. Now let's see, first I need to find out... ah, ma'am! Excuse, ma'am, my name is Anya and I need a helping hand... n-not that kind of hand, thank you, though that's a... nice trick! Listen, I just need to know where Stephen Debussey was last seen. Please don't start on the brains like everyone else does!
...great, not only is it more brains, but it's another thing no one knows about! What about the lake? It certainly looks suspicious, what with the... green glowing. And the... the huge octopus? Oh, I'm sorry, 'tentacle monster'. That's... just peachy! Let me guess, the disappearance of Stephen and the conditions here are connected. It seems to be too much of a coincidence... and I've dealt with curses before.
If that's the case, new plan: Break the curse! Then find this guy. It shouldn't be too hard to find where the curse originates from, right? Something tells me that once we do that Stephen or his murderer will show up, not to mention everyone here should go back to normal. Oh don't be a big baby, there's only so much we should let the world defeat us before going overboard! Now wipe off the muck-- ♪ but be careful that your arms don't fall off~ ♪! We've got to put one foot forward and keep on going~ ♪ Just ignore that plant! Now what is this thing crawling down my baaaAAAHHH!
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Character: Dimitri
Series: Anastasia
Character Age: 20
Canon: The merest glance at Russian history will get you a mention of Rasputin and the Romanov family, but unlike his fictional counterpart in Anastasia, the real Rasputin probably wasn't a warlock that sold his soul to place a powerful curse on the Romanovs. A curse, of course, that only failed to kill Anastasia Romanov and her grandmother, leaving little Anastasia an amnesiac orphan in Russia, and her grandmother offering a huge reward for her long-lost granddaughter in Paris. Or so say the rumors, and if there's anyone that pays attention to rumors, it's Dimitri. A young conman from St. Petersburg, he plans to groom a young woman into the perfect image of Anastasia and grab the reward money from her grandmother in return. And once he meets Anya, an amnesiac orphan who's looking for a pass to Paris, that plan falls neatly into place.
Obviously, as a conman, Dimitri is a man of fairly loose morals. He's conniving! Clever! Confident! Charming, and a smooth talker to boot! Maybe sometimes he prints fake traveling papers in the wrong color, and maybe his quick wits aren't always a match for Anya's, but he's good at what he does. Trick, swindle, plot, steal; he can do it all and with a charming smile on his face, which doesn't help deflate his ego at all. You'd know if it did, since Dimitri's the type to sulk if he doesn't get the last word in. But even taking an ego-bruising won't keep Dimitri down for long; he's cheerful and determined by nature and will be back again with however many plans it takes to get he and his friends where they need to be. And despite all that, Dimitri isn't just the guy conning his way into your coin purse-- he's capable of being loyal, honest, and even selfless, even if it takes a solid friendship, being chased by a curse of revenge, or falling in love to get there.
Sample Post:
Okay, so. What we have here is a... town, enclosed by an invisible wall and filled with monsters, because some lady decided she had to get revenge for her dead husband. Right. What is it with people and their crazy revenge plots? Well, it's hard to argue with the green person moaning for brains who keeps running into the aforementioned invisible wall! (Try turning around, my friend, there you go!) So I guess my first priority should be getting out of here. It shouldn't be too much of a problem; I've tricked my way out of worse situations than this! If I can get dozens of people through the Russian border with fake visas, getting myself through an invisible wall is a piece of cake.
Let's see... What do we have to work with here? Some chatty colorful birds-- hey, my looks are fine, thank you! Augh. Okay, the birds are useless. The... giant purple monkeys, intimidating! They have potential, even if they are a bit, ah, moody. Aaand there's hundreds, legions if you will, of these poor confused green people. Right, well! It's starting to look like the "piece of cake" was a lie. But there has to be something. The lady's looking for her husband's killer, is she? The word is she's a real beauty, but middle-aged or so... There's bound to be someone that will fit the bill, but-- too fat, too short, too... missing an arm, too ugly-- ohh, what have we here~?
You, sir! Yes, you, mister less-limb-impaired-than-everyone-else. A moment of your time, please! Oh, trust me, it will be worth it. Now, what's your name, sir? Hhhnghbrains, I see, I see... Well, that simply won't do. Not the most original handle, is it? Isn't that handsome chap over there already Graarghbrains? No, what you need is a name that's new and fresh, and invokes a sense of confidence-- how do you like Stephen? Yeah? I thought so!
There's a problem, though. You see, there's already been a Stephen here. But here's the catch: he's dead. Just like you! And the lady in charge of this place is dead-set on catching his killer. If she ever found them, she'd even take down the invisible wall keeping us all here. You see where I'm going with this? You don't like being trapped here any more than I do, I can tell. I've heard your friends muttering about it. There's no way to get any good brains nowadays, the people in the town don't even pay attention to you anymore... But outside the wall, it's guaranteed there will be people that'll be a breeze to catch. So if you'll just take on Stephen's name, find the lady and name someone as your killer-- you're bound to have an enemy or two to frame, right?-- she'll open up the wall and all of us will be out of here. You'll have a better name and a buffet of brains to indulge in! Oh, don't look at me like that. I know the lady's got a bad reputation for cruelty, but that's all talk! If she finds out you're lying it was all just a big joke, she'll understand!
Come on. Would a face like this lie to you?
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Character: Kanaria
Series: Rozen Maiden (manga)
Character Age: Appears as a young girl
Canon: If you told the story of Alice in Wonderland to a man with a lolitacomplex and a knack for making dolls, you'd get something like the Alice Game. The Alice Game is a competition that several of the living dolls he created enter into in order to defeat each other, having been promised that the doll who defeats all the rests and collects their Rosa Mystica-something that allows the dolls to move and fight-will be accepted by their creator as "Alice"; the perfect little girl. The story follows Shinku, the fifth doll, and her life in the Sakurada household as she fights for her right to become Alice.
Kanaria is the second doll competing in the Alice Game, and despite her small size she has big ambitions, setting out to defeat all her sisters. She is confident in her ability, going through great lengths to set up traps, even if it involves spying. In addition to being somewhat overconfident, Kanaria is very much a child, even if she pretends not to be. She's easily distracted and spooked, though she tries to shrug off her mishaps and continue on bravely, narrating her "missions" to herself. She repeats words and phrases when she's excited, trying to keep her chin up and herself proper. Even with the world against her, she's very determined in anything she does. Just you wait-she'll have her favorite tamagoyaki omelet and eat it too!
Note: Kanaria has a tendency of saying "kashira" at the end of some of her sentences, which roughly translated as "I wonder?" or "maybe", which is also coupled with her habit of switching to third person at random, calling herself "Kana"
Sample Post:
All right! Now begins the mission report of the elegant Kanaria's latest stealth mission. Of course, every expert knows that the precise details of a mission are just as important as the mission itself. As long as there is one warrior braving it by herself then I must keep my spirits high, Kashira! I'll definitely do it! I'll win the unwinnable! Sneak through the unsneakable! And! And! Eat the uneatable!!
-O-oh dear, I think I may have gotten a bit too caught up there. But, being a professional, I can easily regain focus. Now then: my mood is currently confident, as I should be, and my location is precisely thirty degrees east of a location Kana has brilliantly decided to label "The Center Of Camp". Of course, it's not quite the center, but some liberties must be made. The area of which The Center Of Camp is located, I have learned through my investigations, is known as C.F.U.D; its meaning is currently unknown, and it doesn't seem to be that important. As for the sounds I'm hearing, erm... Well! Let's just say they're not particularly suited for ladies, such as myself. There was a reason I never liked birds, kashira. The mission: infiltrate the food center, otherwise known as the Mess Hall, and retrieve the special secret item. And, of course this is very important-Kana would know! Never again shall I march through a scorching blacktop or trudge through another Christmas in July on an empty stomach! The item? Why, a tamagoyaki of course. No other food is worth fording through a questionably-located swamp in Japan! No! But for a delicious tamagoyaki will I fight through hoards of green-skinned otaku, sick from obsession, and lumbering giants w-who... could probably squash Kana flat, b-but! Never deterred, this brave soul fights on!
Now, having dodged the onslaught of tentacles-a move I've aptly named a dodge roll-and snuck past the kitchen guards with only a box to my name, I can smell the prize! And literally, too. I'm sure I'm doing it right! My keen senses tell me the tamagoyaki is on the tabletop, but there are so many containers laid out! How messy of the chefs. I'm sure it must be in one of these; I'll begin my search in hopes it shall be labeled. Hmm, but shouldn't "Marcy's Goo" be grouped before "Soylent Green", if we go alphabetically? There's nothing wrong with being a little tidy, kashira. Perhaps I should lend myself to a noble deed before I continue. "Sprig of Mistletoe" goes here, and "Zombie Organs" go here erk... Some of these don't seem like foods, like "Ashes of a Food Thie- kyaaaaaa! K-k-kana isn't a food thief! That won't happen! And it's for a valiant goal, so... so....! You know what, I don't like this kitchen anymore! I-it's incredibly cruel to kind young ladies like me! I was just coming to eat, just like everyone else. So! I'm just taking my tamagoyaki and leaving! Good! In fact, I spot it over there-a-and, I'm not scared, someone of my caliber wouldn't even sniffle for something like this...! Okay, let's take it out of the container and-
W-what? A note? Wait, what does it mean by "my tamagoyaki is in another camp"?!
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Character: Dancy Flammarion
Series: Threshold: A Novel of Deep Time (by Caitlin R. Kiernan)
Character Age: 16
Canon: Chance Matthews has suffered enough tragedies. The latest--her grandfather's death--has left her shaken, convinced that she's doomed to a life of loneliness. She'd love to order a nice serving of recovery time and direction for the future. What she gets instead is the last thing she needs--a strange albino girl who knows things about Chance she can't possibly know. This girl speaks of being commanded by an angel to slay monsters and claims she needs Chance's help. Chance doesn't believe in angels. Or monsters. But among the artifacts left by her geologist grandparents, there lies a fossil of a creature that couldn't possibly have existed. But it did. And still does . . .
Dancy Flammarion is that albino. Born and raised in the swamps of Florida, she is a creepy, homeless Boo Radley girl who follows the bidding of an angel--or perhaps only voices in her head--by searching out and slaying ancient monsters. Armed with resourcefulness, strong convictions and her trusty carving knife, this sometimes naive nomad doles out so much monster slaying bang for your buck that the hearts of ghouls and demons across the Deep South are struck with fear and hesitation. Even her polite words can turn a little sharp-edged. On the other hand, Dancy's a little undersocialized. She bites monsters and people alike, she'd rather address perceived injustices with a weapon instead of words, and a tramatic childhood experience at a carnival has made her sensitive to being treated like a freak of nature. But have no fear! She's a good kid at heart. Earnest and well-meaning, Dancy only targets the "real monsters," and believes in relying on her own strength and never involving others unless unavoidable.
Notes: Dancy is taken from chapter Eight, to explain why she thinks it's July. Also, albinos usually have very light-sensitive eyes.
Sample Post:
Evening there. I expect you're here to find asylum and not adventure. Go ahead! I don't mind you joining me. There's plenty of room in this tunnel for the both of us, and the snow outside can't be very pleasant to walk around in. It's odd, isn't it. Snow and freezing winds in July, this far south? Unheard of. And just yesterday I'd got the worst case of sunburn ever. It's peeling like mad as you'll see once you're farther in, I swear that's all it is. Yes, this all must be a test. Be it from my angel or renegade monsters hoping to stray me off my path like always, it can be nothing else. I'd have liked some advance warning. Usually information like this isn't left out. I'm not about to stay outside in such unpredictable weather. I don't blame you either.
You're awfully quiet. Come on, no need to hang around the entrance! It's warmer over here and you must be--oh my . . . You're a. Gorilla. I couldn't tell earlier 'cause the glare outside hurt my eyes too much to get a good look from back here, but now I have--and you're purple at that! Is that natural or did someone dye your fur that color? No, I don't expect an answer since gorillas can't talk, but it's less rude than simply asking myself that. And if you could answer, there'd be no pressure to. You might not want to talk about it. I know all about that from personal experience. I'm albino--it's why I burn so easily, see? No, no touching. Sunburn hurts and my arms still feel raw and itchy. Please. Keep your hands to yourself.
A sign and marker . . . you can write? Really?! Then Mr. Gorilla, do you know where I can find the Water Works Tunnel? I must have got turned around somewhere along the way and ended up here. This can't be it. See, the tunnel's supposed to have a large pipe running through it all the way deep inside. There's no pipe here, and the tunnel's larger than I anticipated. I'm utterly lost. Are we on the other side of Red Mountain, perhaps? Let's see what you've written there.
What. What do you mean, "second fork on the right and straight on till moaning"? Do you mean "morning"? No. I have to find the entrance before nightfall. If you don't know just write that. Now what? . . . No, I won't be the white grape to your purple grape and make sweet and sour wine all night long. Who taught you perverted crap like that?! If you can't write anything helpful, don't write anything at all!
Hey, I said no touching that HURTS! STOP IT. That's it. Let me tell you something, Mr. Gorilla. A monster once tried to touch me. I bit off his finger and put it in a jar I keep with me. Keep your hands to yourself or yours'll join it!
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Character: Sahashi Minato
Series: Sekirei
Character Age: 19
Canon: The Sekirei Plan: A system set up by a mad scientist to unleash alien life forms, "Sekirei", into the capital city, where they must a) be given a power-up ("winged") by their destined "Ashikabi" (normal human with weird genes) and b) fight all-out in a battle royale in a sealed city that they can't leave until there's only one Sekirei left standing. All of which sounds very ominous, but becomes a little sillier when one realizes that the Sekirei mostly look like smokin' hot chicks, winging involves "saliva-contact" (or, you know, "kissing"), and Sekirei fights are mostly based on ripping each other's clothing off. Thus the goal (to collect a bunch of Sekirei and fight them against each other) becomes kind of like a crazy game of Pimpimon.
Lead male Sahashi Minato is an Ashikabi, but he isn't exactly big pimpin' material. And even if he were, he'd never get to act on it -- if he ever got up the courage to do more than nosebleed at all the women who wander around naked, well, he lives in an apartment with a very strict 'no hanky-panky' rule enforced by a scary woman with a sword. Actually, all the women in his life are terrifying: demon-masked landlady, toppy scientist mother, ball-busting sister, and of course his Sekirei. This may explain why he's soft-spoken and submissive, polite and modest, a terrible stutterer, and always apologetic and nervous. He gets dragged into things outside of his control, and is a total failure at pretty much everything, including getting into university (he's twice failed the entrance exam and is working on applying a third time). However, he's a fundamentally good person and despite his fail, he uses the power of Love and Friendship and Kindness to wing six Sekirei. He genuinely loves all of his Sekirei and tries hard to do everything he can for all of them, so one way or another things tend to work out for the best.
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Um. Hello! It's very nice to ...well, I guess it isn't really nice to be here, is it? But I'm sure it'll be very nice to meet everyone else, though a-admittedly I was a little worried when I first arrived.
I... well, I only came here in the first place because my mother promised me that it'd be a great place to study. I don't really want to give up my dreams of Shintou University, but she told me I'd be sure to be accepted at a place like this because I only needed to get 70% on the entrance exam. I mean, even if 100% is just a dream for someone like me, isn't that aiming a little low? Still, at the time I thought, "Well, no matter what I get, I'll be fine as long as I don't fail and have to reapply". Then, when I got here, I found out that "CFUD" didn't stand for "Community-Funded University Degrees" but for Camp F-fu-... the real name is just kind of troubling, that's all.
But the name seems to be the least of the problems. I'd barely even had a chance to worry about it when I ran into a z... ... a very nice woman who I'm sure just had a really problematic illness, ahaha...ha. Or maybe not; no matter how I look at it, she looked just like... er, well, a long time ago, I ended up seeing this movie, "Zombie Hookers from Beyond the Grave Around the Block", and she reminded me of, um, one of the titular characters. Down to the red dress and the missing breast. It was a really scary movie, b-but however uncanny the resemblance was, I just couldn't leave her like that. Even in crazy circumstances, it's just wrong if you don't do what you can for someone, right? So I helped her find her... well. Her, um, breast.
I thought she'd appreciate that, b-but then she... threw it at me. And tore off her dress to reach the other one to throw that, a-and then she started throwing her friends' breasts as well. I think she wanted me to get them for her like I got the first one, but... not only did I not want to catch them all, I couldn't catch them all. I-it seemed like miles and miles of breasts, giant mounds of breasts, and if I didn't flee fast enough I'd get trapped forever and ever. I've had nightmares like that before, but, w-wow, I never thought I'd ever have to face it for real. So I ended up running away from her even though I'd meant to stay and help... and that's how I ended up in the main campgrounds, thank God. Honestly, I'm so, so glad I did, because I found a message board here. Finally, I can learn something about this place. I'd like some idea of what to expect.
... So... If I read this right, it sounds like this camp is a place that we're not allowed to leave. A place where alien creatures roam the area looking for fights and may jump out at you at every turn to molest you. Where clothing might vanish without warning... b-but undergarments can be found anywhere, even on trees?! And despite all this, sexual relations are strictly prohibited and will result in a horrible punishment by the terrifying female Director...
Ahhhh, what a relief! It's just like home after all.
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Character: Anya aka Anastasia Romanov
Series: Anastasia
Character Age: 18
Canon: If there's rumors, there's money. Specifically, a reward for anyone who finds and returns the rumored long-lost Princess Anastasia to her Grandmother in Paris. So for a pair of con men, a pretty penny comes in the form of Anya, an amnesiac orphan of the Russian Revolution who just wants to find her past, her only hint being a necklace inscribed 'Together in Paris'. Luckily for her, the resemblance she bears to the Princess grants her a free pass courtesy of the con men, and as they coach her to act more like royalty her memories slowly return. But little do they know, Anya is really Anastasia, and the more sinister forces behind the Royal family's deaths are reawakening. And these forces now want to see any sign of Anastasia dead.
As for the Princess Anastasia herself, she is prone to bouts of immaturity and cracking wise every now and again. The fact that she has a mind of her own and isn't afraid to speak it, even if it's to herself, makes her feisty compared to most girls. Despite that, it works well when combined with her honesty and empathy for others. Determined, Anya just wants to find a home, as home to her is very much where one's heart is. Still, Anya does have her moments of sad introspection, mostly about wanting to love and be loved. Even when she regains her memories and a family this melancholy still persists right up until she is true to herself about both who she wants to be and who she really wants to be with. Lastly, but certainly not least, in true animated Princess movie style Anya breaks out in song every now and then over whatever situation she's in.
NOTE: Anya is being taken from the end of the movie.
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'Braaaaains, braaaaaaaaaaiiiinnns...' Everyone I've asked, it's always about brains! Hmph, well I didn't need help anyway, I'm sure I can find my way by myself without being questioned on how smart I am by some brainiacs! But... even if I say that, this place is like a nightmare. One that's sans anything actually scary, that is. Swamps are meant to have strange smells and weird things crawling over you, right? Still, there's something about it that almost feels cursed... though gross or not there must be a way out! Even if the only clue I have is the name 'Stephen Debussey', surely someone would know who that name belongs to! I've already heard that he's either six-feet-under or in just as deep of trouble with his fiancee, but he must have had other people who cared for him too! It is his home, after all.
But about this fiancee, apparently she's looking for his murderer... I'm sure that she's just keeping everybody here out of desperation! Not to mention the rumors of him being less than dead and buried... unless he looks like the walking dead like everyone else here, that's sure familiar! I've been there, so whether he's stuck somewhere and trying to get back, or if he's decided to do his own thing true to himself, family should still be important to him! I may not know what he did to make his fiancee so mad, but if he is alive and has his memory intact, then he needs to man up and come out of hiding-- not to mention apologize about his reported death! Not that manning up could help him any, from the sounds of his fiancee. But it'd still be better for everybody in the end, wouldn't it?
And here I am talking to myself! Sitting around won't accomplish anything... alright, that does it! I'll help reunite them even if I have to drag the guy out by his teeth. Now let's see, first I need to find out... ah, ma'am! Excuse, ma'am, my name is Anya and I need a helping hand... n-not that kind of hand, thank you, though that's a... nice trick! Listen, I just need to know where Stephen Debussey was last seen. Please don't start on the brains like everyone else does!
...great, not only is it more brains, but it's another thing no one knows about! What about the lake? It certainly looks suspicious, what with the... green glowing. And the... the huge octopus? Oh, I'm sorry, 'tentacle monster'. That's... just peachy! Let me guess, the disappearance of Stephen and the conditions here are connected. It seems to be too much of a coincidence... and I've dealt with curses before.
If that's the case, new plan: Break the curse! Then find this guy. It shouldn't be too hard to find where the curse originates from, right? Something tells me that once we do that Stephen or his murderer will show up, not to mention everyone here should go back to normal. Oh don't be a big baby, there's only so much we should let the world defeat us before going overboard! Now wipe off the muck-- ♪ but be careful that your arms don't fall off~ ♪! We've got to put one foot forward and keep on going~ ♪ Just ignore that plant! Now what is this thing crawling down my baaaAAAHHH!
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Character: Dimitri
Series: Anastasia
Character Age: 20
Canon: The merest glance at Russian history will get you a mention of Rasputin and the Romanov family, but unlike his fictional counterpart in Anastasia, the real Rasputin probably wasn't a warlock that sold his soul to place a powerful curse on the Romanovs. A curse, of course, that only failed to kill Anastasia Romanov and her grandmother, leaving little Anastasia an amnesiac orphan in Russia, and her grandmother offering a huge reward for her long-lost granddaughter in Paris. Or so say the rumors, and if there's anyone that pays attention to rumors, it's Dimitri. A young conman from St. Petersburg, he plans to groom a young woman into the perfect image of Anastasia and grab the reward money from her grandmother in return. And once he meets Anya, an amnesiac orphan who's looking for a pass to Paris, that plan falls neatly into place.
Obviously, as a conman, Dimitri is a man of fairly loose morals. He's conniving! Clever! Confident! Charming, and a smooth talker to boot! Maybe sometimes he prints fake traveling papers in the wrong color, and maybe his quick wits aren't always a match for Anya's, but he's good at what he does. Trick, swindle, plot, steal; he can do it all and with a charming smile on his face, which doesn't help deflate his ego at all. You'd know if it did, since Dimitri's the type to sulk if he doesn't get the last word in. But even taking an ego-bruising won't keep Dimitri down for long; he's cheerful and determined by nature and will be back again with however many plans it takes to get he and his friends where they need to be. And despite all that, Dimitri isn't just the guy conning his way into your coin purse-- he's capable of being loyal, honest, and even selfless, even if it takes a solid friendship, being chased by a curse of revenge, or falling in love to get there.
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Okay, so. What we have here is a... town, enclosed by an invisible wall and filled with monsters, because some lady decided she had to get revenge for her dead husband. Right. What is it with people and their crazy revenge plots? Well, it's hard to argue with the green person moaning for brains who keeps running into the aforementioned invisible wall! (Try turning around, my friend, there you go!) So I guess my first priority should be getting out of here. It shouldn't be too much of a problem; I've tricked my way out of worse situations than this! If I can get dozens of people through the Russian border with fake visas, getting myself through an invisible wall is a piece of cake.
Let's see... What do we have to work with here? Some chatty colorful birds-- hey, my looks are fine, thank you! Augh. Okay, the birds are useless. The... giant purple monkeys, intimidating! They have potential, even if they are a bit, ah, moody. Aaand there's hundreds, legions if you will, of these poor confused green people. Right, well! It's starting to look like the "piece of cake" was a lie. But there has to be something. The lady's looking for her husband's killer, is she? The word is she's a real beauty, but middle-aged or so... There's bound to be someone that will fit the bill, but-- too fat, too short, too... missing an arm, too ugly-- ohh, what have we here~?
You, sir! Yes, you, mister less-limb-impaired-than-everyone-else. A moment of your time, please! Oh, trust me, it will be worth it. Now, what's your name, sir? Hhhnghbrains, I see, I see... Well, that simply won't do. Not the most original handle, is it? Isn't that handsome chap over there already Graarghbrains? No, what you need is a name that's new and fresh, and invokes a sense of confidence-- how do you like Stephen? Yeah? I thought so!
There's a problem, though. You see, there's already been a Stephen here. But here's the catch: he's dead. Just like you! And the lady in charge of this place is dead-set on catching his killer. If she ever found them, she'd even take down the invisible wall keeping us all here. You see where I'm going with this? You don't like being trapped here any more than I do, I can tell. I've heard your friends muttering about it. There's no way to get any good brains nowadays, the people in the town don't even pay attention to you anymore... But outside the wall, it's guaranteed there will be people that'll be a breeze to catch. So if you'll just take on Stephen's name, find the lady and name someone as your killer-- you're bound to have an enemy or two to frame, right?-- she'll open up the wall and all of us will be out of here. You'll have a better name and a buffet of brains to indulge in! Oh, don't look at me like that. I know the lady's got a bad reputation for cruelty, but that's all talk! If she finds out you're lying it was all just a big joke, she'll understand!
Come on. Would a face like this lie to you?
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