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Character: Soi Fong
Series:
BleachAge: Several hundred years, but she appears to be in her late teens/early twenties.
Canon: Bitchy, bossy, snarky. That’s Soi Fong
summed up in three words. Of course, that’s not really a very complete
description; it’s just what you notice at first glance. Dig a little further
and you’ll find that she’s extremely loyal and driven. As a shinigami and
the 2nd Division Captain, she takes her duties very seriously, and doesn't
appreciate it when others don't do the same. She's also the leader of
Covert Ops and the Corrections Corps. Which means, in short, when people
fuck up, she will fuck their shit up. Like when she almost crushed Kiyone's
windpipe. With her heel. Her tiny, slipper-clad heel. Ruthless? You betcha.
Also? She has issues (like any well rounded shounen manga character should).
These issues are all about Yoruichi. As Yoruichi’s successor and
lesbian ninja girlfriend friend, Soi Fong felt betrayed and
abandoned when Yoruichi left Soul Society. Since Yoruichi’s departure, Soi
Fong has been determined to become stronger in order to surpass and defeat
her. Actually, that’s where a lot of that bitchyness, bossyness and
snarkyness comes from. So, yeah. There's some bitterness there.
This is not a training camp. This is a cesspit. When
I find the person or persons who misfiled the paperwork on this, I will deal
with them personally.
All right. I am short on patience and this entire situation is revolting, so
I'm going to keep this brief.
I am Soi Fong. Shinigami. Captain of the 2nd Division and Commander of the
Corrections Corps. I have been sent to find and retrieve certain members of
the 11th and 4th Divisions. I see no reason to keep this a secret, as it's
obvious someone's incompetence has already revealed the existence of
shinigami to the public.
When I found out about the problem and was sent on this mission, I was
expecting something much more impressive. More formidable. Something
challenging enough to distract four members of the 11th Division from their
responsibilities.
What do I find instead? Rotting corpses and perverted shrubbery.
It’s disgusting. What's worse, everyone here seems to have decided to
coexist with those things and countless other absurdities instead of doing
something useful. It’s pathetic. What could possibly be an excuse for this
level of complacency?
Are you all too weak and stupid to defeat a few festering stumps of flesh?
Perhaps you need it explained to you? Punch one in the chest and the arms
will fall off on their own. When they insist on rising again, remove their
legs and toss them into a tree. If they manage to eat you while they're
dismembered and twiching, then there was no hope for you in the first place.
None of this requires skill. Or intelligence, which is something I’m
beginning to believe you all must be lacking if you’re so content to make
yourselves at home here.
Unless I’m missing something? Do the creatures here have some sort of
weakness to lounging in the onsen and tea parties?
Well? I’m waiting. I want explanations. Now.
Poll Vote! Character: Fujiwara no Sai
Series: Hikaru no Go
Sensei's Library: Hikaru no Go
pageAge: Ghost for around 1000 years. Age at death usually estimated between 17 and 20.
Canon: Hikaru no Go is a series about Go and Go players. Most of the
main characters are at least a little obsessed with the game. Sai is no
exception. He committed suicide and haunted a Go board for nearly 1000 years
solely because of the game. He was very selfish and obsessive about playing.
Then he met, and started haunting, Hikaru who quickly became the driving
force in his life. Sai became Hikaru’s mentor in Go and they both grew to
care for each other very deeply.
Sai, post series, has almost completely gotten over his selfishness, thanks
primarily to Hikaru’s massive influence on him, and is generally more
accepting when things don’t go his way. He is excitable, energetic, caring,
and often exhibits a childlike inquisitiveness and wonder at new things. He
feels emotions strongly and generally shows them quite openly. Very sweet,
and possessing a strong honor code, Sai will jump to the defense of others
being bullied.
This is the afterlife? Somehow I imagined it differently, but that quaint
little village in the distance can’t be a bad place to spend eternity, I
suppose. I’ve even been given a Go board! Such a beautiful one too. Wait,
this is my Go board! And the stains are there~ I’ve been sent back?
I’ve been sent back!! Hikaru~ I’m back, I’mbackI’mback! Hikaru,
I-urk! Oh, how foolish of me to assume. Of course I’m bound to the board
again. But I’ve been sent back! ♥ A short wait is nothing.
But where am I, I wonder? This isn’t Tokyo. Perhaps Hikaru is traveling for
a match? But then why would he have my Go board? That does look like luggage
though and, oh! One of those boxes we used to play Go with! What did
Hikaru call them? It’s still on too. How wonderful! Wait, a letter addressed
to me?
Welcome to Camp Fuck You Die. . . What a crude name. But, oh my, zombies and
a murder! It sounds like something out of one of Hikaru’s manga. I’ve never
helped solve a mystery before; sounds like fun. I wonder what I should do
first.
Introduce myself? Why- wait, the box is writing to me?! It- you can see me?
You can! It’s very nice to meet you, Box-san! I never knew that boxes could
see ghosts. So exciting. I learn something new every day! Hey! How rude of
you to say that! I’ll excuse it this time, though. You’re right, Box-san, we
haven’t been properly introduced yet! ♥ No one else will be able to
hear- You’ll be sending it to everybody here? Well, I can’t see how but, if
you insist. . .
Hello! My name is Fujiwara no Sai and I have just recently arrived at this
place. I do look forward to meeting you, even if you can’t see me. I don’t
suppose anyone who gets this message would know a boy named Shindou Hikaru?
We’ve been separated and I hope he’s here too. Also, if someone could help
me by moving my Go board and Box-san somewhere indoors I would be very
grateful. The sky looks like it’s about to rain, how did Hikaru put it? Cats
and dogs. That’s it; it looks like it’s about to rain cats and dogs.
. . . Oh my. I don’t think it’s supposed to happen literally.
Poll Vote! Character: Presea Combatir
Series: Tales of Symphonia (
Wiki entry along with a brief bio on Presea)
Age: Appears to be 12 but is actually 28.
Canon: Robotic is the best way to describe Presea when she first appears. As a human guinea pig, she wore a jewel called an exsphere. It suppressed her emotions and slowed the aging process. Ironically, it's thanks to the exsphere that she's able to wield a gigantic axe with ease.
Thanks to the ToS party, she's no longer part of any experiments and she agrees to join them on their quest to save two parallel worlds. While the expshere has been fixed, Presea is still not as emotional as most people. It's a bit difficult for her to be in touch with her humanity. It's a rare sight when she smiles. Her body is that of a child's but her reasoning, maturity and tone of voice are that of an adult's. She does have a sense of compassion for her friends and isn't totally cold inside. Although people should be aware that an angry little girl with an axe as big as her body equals a chance someone will get hurt. (Her attacks have names like Deadly Destruction and Eternal Damnation, 'nuff said.) Oh and it's normal for her to talk in statistics.
Short note: A human ranch is where humans are treated like slaves and are forced to do hard labor. Having them suffer is done on purpose.
Reliability of Dimension Crossing Flying Vehicles: Decreased by 40%
The vehicle I was riding malfunctioned while we went through the vortex for traveling worlds. I have landed near a lake and found a sort of weapon and this device I am now using for communication. A large squid emerged and without sufficient magic, running was the best option. There are undead enemies but have been quickly eliminated so there is no real threat. I must find my friends. Probability of escaping without companions is ten percent. There is a barrier of unknown origin around here that I cannot shatter. My attempt in breaking it resulted in my clothes turning into
this.
Inhabitants here are a variety of people that I've never seen. From what I have investigated, ninety-five percent of them here came unwillingly. Yet, this place does not enforce the same cruelty as a human ranch. It is likely that many of the inhabitants are powerful enough to assist me in escaping, contradicting the evidence that exspheres are needed to bring out such special abilities.
The chances of combat between the inhabitants are high. However, I cannot figure out their reasons for a majority of the fights, especially since the injuries are often serious. The only logical possibility is that they fight for mates but then, combat often involves two males which makes the mating ritual pointless as procreation is impossible. I-
Deadly Destruction!
Threat Level of Burly Purple Creatures: Medium.
I shall continue investigating this camp. Most of the monsters attack but some of them appear to admire me possibly because pink is a minority hair color and/or my child like appearance as it has happened before I came here. They have been quickly disposed of as it is an inconvenience to have my hair continuously be tugged at. Wherever this place is, I still hear how "cute" I am from the campers. From what I've been told, it is a compliment so I have been telling that they are "cute" too. I am confused on some of the reactions though. Instead of smiling from my compliments, I am answered back with blank stares that-
I just found the name of this location.
.......
"Camp Fuck You Die."
……
General Threat Level of Area: Medium to High.
Poll Vote! Character: Billy Lee Black
Series:
XenogearsAge: 16
Canon: Billy is a young Etone, or fighting priest, of the Ethos, one of the two major religious factions on Ignas, his home world. His job is to destroy or "purge" Wels, mutated humans who have basically become monsters and now feed on the flesh of other humans. He has the obligatory tragic past common to most heroic characters: abandoned by his father, mother murdered, sister traumatized and mute, yadda yadda yadda, but has now found a source of strength in the Ethos' religious teachings.
As he had to grow up fast (see Tragic Past(tm) above), he seems mature and serious beyond his years, and is unfailingly polite to everyone. However, if someone manages to get under his skin, he can revert to pure adolescent brattiness in short order. Also, during battle, he tends to become rather excited (*Bang!* Yeah! *Bang!* YEAH!). In addition, he has a true desire to help people, and takes his role as priest and protector of the innocent very seriously.
[Note: I received permission from Sanzo's mun for the indirect character reference.]
I must say that I think the reports of Wels in this area were highly exaggerated. The ones I've seen since my arrival are really rather pathetic--they barely even qualify as Wels at all! Still, my duty as an Etone is clear. I must end the suffering of these poor creatures and lay these unfortunate souls to rest. Oh! There are some more! Let justice be done!
Yeah! Er...I mean...Rest in peace, agents of evil. May all of you turn to dust.
Oh! Excuse me, how rude of me not to introduce myself! I'm Billy Lee Black, and I've been sent here by the Ethos to assist with the Wels infestation in this area. I also have a fairly high Ether rating, particularly with healing and status spells, so if you're ever attacked or suffer any other injuries, be sure to stop by--it would be a shame if I ever had to purge any of you.
Given the general lack of anything even remotely resembling religious or spiritual services in the camp, I have to question exactly what sort of example the camp's spiritual advisors have been setting. Apparently, it's not a very good one. That, however, is a problem that I plan to remedy. For any who might be interested, I will conduct a brief devotional service--non-denominational, of course--every night at 8:00 for the duration of my stay.
Not being very familiar with the available facilities here yet, I didn't really have a firm location in mind until a few helpful souls suggested the "onsen" to me. Not being familiar with the local vernacular as yet, I had no idea what the term meant, but from the context I assumed it's something along the lines of a chapel or fellowship hall. After seeing that the camp does, indeed, contain a chapel, I'm inclined to believe that my intuition was correct. So! From now on, nightly services will be held in the "onsen!"
Well, between the Wels and single-handedly providing for the spiritual well-being of the other campers, it certainly appears that I have my work cut out for me, but I'm definitely up to the challenge. So take heart, Camp...ahh...F.U.D! Your spiritual drought is finally at an end! Dear lord, lechery, drunkenness, and debauchery... With such flawed shepherds as these, how can the flock fail to go astray?
Poll Vote! Character: Doctor Simon Tam
Series: Firefly/Serenity
Age: 21
Canon: Space cowboys and telepaths and high class hookers - oh my! Sadly, Simon Tam is none of these things. At one point he was a gifted and spoilt young trauma surgeon just beginning a promising career on the wealthy planet of Osiris. Later, when his brilliant younger sister, River, was engineered into a psychic assassin by a secret government agency, Simon threw away his career and his fortune to rescue her. Becoming fugitives, they eventually found their way to the ship Serenity, captained by one Malcolm Reynolds.
Simon tries valiantly to present a formal and polite face to the world. Unfortunately, he is quite arrogant so his attempts come across as being stuffy and condescending at times. The fact that Simon has a very strong sense of morality does not help matters. To his sister, Simon is incredibly patient, affectionate, and utterly selfless in his efforts to ensure her safety. To people he dislikes, Simon is openly sarcastic and a bit of a jerk. When he chooses to be, he can be a cool and analytical thinker.
Note: a "coagulant" is a biochemical that causes blood to clot.
Citizens of Emoland, Louisiana, I regret to inform you that I have been forced to declare a medical emergency. In fact, I have to go as far as to quarantine the area, and I request for all people with medical training to report to the swamp south of the lake. I apologise for the ambiguity of my directions, but in my defense the commucations device I located appears to be faulty. It took me several attempts before I was able to ascertain my approximate location and I am still unconvinced that "Emoland" is even a place. I have yet to determine which planet I'm on as the stars are unfamiliar.
I'm sure you all would have noticed the unusual phenomenon that is taking place, and the need for the quarantine arises from this very phenomenon: your dead don't want to stay dead. Until we are able to find a cure for this affliction, there are a few simple rules I will have to ask that everyone follow.
- Burn your dead. Especially, burn your dead if they are still moving, attempting to bite your neck, moaning "brains" or other inane phrases. So far, their personal favourite seems to involve them saying "I'm not dead yet! I feel happy!" I must confess, I fail to comprehend the humour of this statement although the gentleman involved laughed his head off. It was quite grotesque.
- Do not engage those afflicted with this disease -- they are violent, and their saliva contains an anti-coagulant. I have learned the latter through personal experience and all signs suggest this is how the disease is transmitted.
- Anyone who have been exposed should be isolated immediately. At this stage, I am unsure as to how long this period of enforced isolation should be, but I will endeavour to calculate an estimate based upon the duration between my own exposure and manifestation of symptoms; and
- Do not shoot the deceased. I understand it is a crude method of keeping them away from settlements. That said, it is barbaric and inhumane. Additionally, some individuals' accuracy leaves a great deal to be desired -- it is difficult enough to treat these patients without having to dodge the bullets from inept shooters.
I understand that these precautions sound quite bizarre especially as the afflicted are ambulatory corpses, however until they cease responding to stimuli, they are as entitled to the same basic human rights as everyone else. Even Jayne.
Poll Vote! Character: Fuuma Yousuke/Viento
Series: Wedding Peach
Age: 13
Canon: Wedding Peach is the story of angels versus demons in an ongoing battle to win the Saint Something Four. The demons wish to vanquish love, and the angels to spread it throughout the human world.
Fuuma Yousuke is a fairly average thirteen-year old first year at the Saint Hanazono Campus. His only loves in life are soccer, the soccer field, and teasing. His
over-
the-
top mockery of Hanasaki Momoko (whom he calls 'Momopi') is far from serious. He's only at it to have fun or to get back at her group of friends, who make up the school Newspaper Club - all of which crowd and hassle the captain of the soccer team, Yanagiba Kazuya.
For the most part, Yousuke is hard to describe. His behaviour is best witnessed -
episode three of the series shows him quite well, for example. He bounces back and forth between teasing Momopi relentlessly and remaining stubbornly defensive and protective of her. He refuses to admit that he cares about her for the longest time, and the situation is usually resolved with him spurting out a quick taunt about Momoko's body.
It is soon revealed that his father, whom he had always thought ditched the family years ago, happens to be alive - and the second-most powerful demon in existence. As the son of Uragano, Yousuke is known as the demon Viento of the Rafaal tribe. He leaves Earth to go with his father in the demon world for a short time to 'learn the ropes,' so to speak.
You know, when the captain said I was gonna get to go to America for some real soccer training, I thought it was too good to be true.
Looks like I was right.
So does anyone around here even know what soccer is? All those guys in the costumes back there didn't even know how to kick the ball. What kind of team goes by a name like 'Undead Americans,' anyway? The only thing worse than the home team is the home field. Come on---that's not a field, that's a graveyard. Way overkill, too. That bothersome Newspaper Club could probably make something more, yanno, realistic.
So, what kind of sports do you have around here, anyway? I guess that lake could probably be used for swimming too, but I'm not getting in there. Way too much algae. ...Wait, does algae glow in the dark?
Whatever. If any of you feel like starting a game, I call goalie. Bet I can catch anything you throw at me, t---
THAT DOES NOT INCLUDE HEADS COME ON NOW---
Sure got a lotta sore losers around here, huh.
You all can think twice about that next time!
[ERROR: Manual correction necessary] ---wait, what? Aw, c'mon!
Can someone either explain this or get these 'Undead Americans' the hell away from me?! Damn it, no one ever said they'd start followin' me---!
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