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Since we had a slow start and we have a fair number of apps to get through, you guys are getting the many faces of me today! Uhuhu. My other round is still thoroughly open, ladies and gents. Aaand this round is counselors.
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me why I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Now VOTE. Closed!
Character: Star-Lord / Peter Quill
Series: Guardians of the Galaxy (Marvel)
Character Age: Early 30s
Job: Security Guard
Canon: What do you get when you take an Earthling, give him some guns and throw him out into space? You get Peter Quill, AKA Star-Lord. The title of “Star-Lord” was bestowed upon him by an alien being, and his main responsibility was to maintain peace throughout the galaxy. No pressure or anything.
Staying true to his Earthly origins, Star-Lord is not afraid to shoot knock some sense into the cosmic nonsense that surrounds him. Through thick and thin he leads the Guardians of the Galaxy, never afraid to stare down cosmic beings whose powers can erase his entire existence in the blink of an eye, and he's always ready with a smirk and a quip. Because when the universe is in danger of being torn apart, why shouldn’t you crack a few jokes before it all goes to hell?
Sample Post:
Debrief Log: Star-Lord (Peter Quill)
I tell ya, I've been all across this galaxy and there is nothing quite as unremarkable as the American midwest.
I'm not exactly sure how I ended up here, or why I just saw what appeared to be a flock of drug-dealing chickens, but it doesn't take a genius like me to see the blatant abnormalities here. Then again, in my line of work talking animals aren't exactly a foreign concept, so this might actually seem kind of normal if I were on Alpha Centuari. Not so much the heroin or the mushrooms, though.
When I scoped out the general vicinity a bit, I noticed there were many unholy abominations roaming round, which has the potential to get ugly. And by ugly I mean I put a bullet in their head and the result looks ugly. Not that I would take any joy in that or anything, certainly not - but I'm not going to deny that it would feel d'ast good to let loose a little bit. Plus it seems that there's some kind of campground nearby, and the last thing I want is to put innocent people in danger.
I wasn't exactly sure what kind of compound was situated on the campground, since the last thing I want is to awkwardly burst in on a cult having a punch-drinking contest (it would NOT be the first time that has happened), but everything appears to be innocent enough. Kind of a grab bag of people from different walks of life, with some super-powered guys in there. None of them really look like they'd be able to stop an out-of-control cosmic demigod from the eighth dimension, but I guess coming from me that would be the pot calling the kettle black.
I suppose now I'll attempt to establish a dialogue with them and figure things out. I hope they like me, for my sake. Or their sake.
Whoever has the bigger gun, I guess.
End Log
Poll Vote!
Character: Takenaka Hanbei
Series: Samurai Warriors
Character Age: Mid-twenties (although he looks teenaged, he's stated to be older than the clearly not-teenaged Kanbei.)
Job: Fluffy Pillow Quality Assurance Tester
Canon: Samurai Warriors is about killing people, honor, killing people, betrayals, killing people, politics, and did I mention killing people? In sixteenth-century Japan, a number of powerful warlords clash in their efforts to unite the land. Alliances are made and broken, heroes rise and fall, and the player racks up massive body counts in their quest to bring Japan to a unified rule and a peaceful future.
One of these heroes is "the all-knowing" Takenaka Hanbei, a strategist who grows disgusted with his incompetent lord and leaves to find a position working for the much more competent Toyotomi Hideyoshi. Although Hanbei is extremely clever, he's also extremely lazy -- a laid-back, devil-may-care young man who rhapsodizes about the value of a good nap and always looks like he's taking things too lightly. He's confident of his skills (though not egotistical -- that takes too much effort) and he's quick with sarcastic quips...and yet despite his lazy attitude and lack of gravity, he gets great results; he has a personal philosophy of finding the easiest path to victory, and he delights in watching his plans come to fruition. Nothing seems to shake his composure; even in the midst of a battle gone awry, he keeps his cool, and his clear-headed suggestions often make the difference between victory and defeat.
Sample Entry: I have to say, this isn't exactly what I was expecting when my lord sent me out here. Scout things out, come up with an invasion plan -- that's no problem, of course, but when a lady has control of a barrier that can contain both the most brilliant minds and the most powerful warriors of who knows how many lands, I'd expect her to do something a little more ambitious with it. And yet all she wants me to do is test pillows.
...not that I'm going to complain about that, of course. Aside from the part where the gorillas keep stomping in every morning to keep me from doing my job. Oi, Gorilla-san, was that really necessary? I know you have to wake up camp at this hour, but if our good lady director wants the quality of all these fluffy pillows to be properly assured, you're going to have to let me finish a nap at least every now and then. How am I going to do my job without sleeping? Hey, hey, what's that look for? I may not look like a counselor, but you should really know better than to judge people on their appearances like that. I'd think someone as hairy and purple as you would've had some problems with first impressions in the past, you know?
But speaking of work efficiency, maybe you could use a little help with that yourself. Oh, no, don't get me wrong! I can appreciate how you drag every camper out of bed one by one, of course. Very impressive show of strength, very...mm, intimidating? It sets a nice example of what everyone else has to look forward to. But it's an awfully slow way of going about it, don't you think? Surely there's a better way to get it done; you're putting far more effort into it than is really necessary, if you ask me. If all you need is to get everyone up and out, you can save yourself a lot of energy if you think outside the box and give them a reason to do it by themselves. Motivation, not force! I'd wager at least one of you has a serious flatulence problem you could harness to your advantage.
Oh, now you look interested! I guess I look more like a counselor when you realize I could give you some good advice, don't I? Well, that's just off the top of my head, and if you're committed to doing this the smart way, then I could come up with a lot more than just that for you -- I'm good at brilliant ideas, after all! I'll outline you a strategy that'll get twice the number of campers up and out of bed in half the time...
...right after I finish my nap, of course.
Poll Vote!
Character: Aoi Ryosuke
Character's Age: 24ish
Job: Accidental Murder Counselor
Series: Orthros no Inu
Canon: What would you do if you had the power to kill anyone with a single touch of your hand? What about if you had the power to heal any illness in a person instead? Orthros no Inu explores the dual, conflicting nature in a convicted murderer who can cure any disease, and a teacher whose touch is deadly. Said schoolteacher, Aoi Ryosuke, is your average sort of guy. He never wanted or asked to be able to kill others by touching them, and he'd much rather be without it. Honestly, it’s been a big secret and a source of shame since his childhood. However, he has no choice but to intervene and use this ability once he's dragged into a conspiracy spanning drug syndicates, big business, and even the government..
Never asking for much, Aoi would be happy with the plain life; he’s perfectly content just going to teach every day. Sensible yet a little gullible, he's the kind of guy that’s easily moved into action. As such, it means he’s easily manipulated by others, even if they’re obviously bad or evil. He ends up being a used as a tool more often than not. Aoi makes assumptions readily and easily, but he tries very hard to correct any errors in his own judgement. He cares deeply about his students, and gets invested fairly easily in others. Despite his flaws, he's honest and straightforward, listening to his heart, which is the most important thing, especially considering his power is to 'stop' a lot of others’ hearts.
Sample:
Thanks, er, Mr. Zombie. Is that with an 'i' or a 'y'? Okay, an euuugh. You must be... foreign. I was wondering when I'd get some guidelines for the job, so I appreciate you bringing the sheet to me. Let's see-- “As the resident Accidental Murder Counselor, you will instruct campers on how to cover up or run away from a weaponless, seemingly 'accidental' murder caused by their/your inherent freak-abilities,” Wait, wait, just wait a second! Are you pulling my leg? I never signed up for that. Calling people freaks is also a little rude.
You’ve got it all wrong; I’m just a regular teacher. I didn’t come to this camp to do that sort of thing! I could do math, computer science, I’d even be happy with macaroni art! A subject like this is better suited for horror movies or something... I don't understand what you mean by implying this isn’t your usual summer camp. That has to be a joke. Look at the place, it has 'run of the mill camp' written all over it. There are picnic tables, the farmland is homey (even if there seems to be some sort of decoration on that silo), and the kids are chasing ducks. Wait, I got that wrong, they’re being chased by the ducks, and those ducks are breathing... fire. Okay!
So maybe you have some interesting wildlife, sure. Like those ducks, and gorillas don’t seem to be native to America, and I know they’re not naturally purple. Still, this is a summer camp, and I know that kids can get a little wild with finger paints. Maybe the paints shouldn’t have been out in the open, since it looks like those poor gorillas made a mess of themselves. I just hope it was non-toxic!
In your case, Mr. Zombie, judging by your suit and tie, I’d guess you're just another counselor putting on the joke of “crazy sci-fi spooky-camp-in-farmland.” I'm not falling for it! Er, but, if it’s not a joke, well, I'm really sorry you've lost your ...eye, most of your skin, your teeth, and your leg. I mean no disrespect; I'm just trying to clear this situation up. Ah, tell you what, I'll give the whole thing another read-over, we can chat over lunch, and get to know each other better as colleagues. What’s good to eat around here, anyway?
Brains, you say? I'm not really too sure about that. I mean, they are high in protein, but-- why are you eying my head like that? I said we could get to know each other, but this is suddenly way too close!
Poll Vote!
Character: Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto
Series: X-Men: First Class
Character Age: 32
Job: Superiority Complex Instigator
Canon: This is the tragic love origin story of Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr - the men who would become Professor X and Magneto, ideologically-opposed leaders of mutantkind. Erik's childhood was surviving Nazi concentration camps; his adulthood has been hunting down Nazis and killing them dead with metalbending and rage. But this isn't always as effective a combo as you'd think, which is where Charles comes in. He saves Erik's life, brings a little bit of serenity into it, and gives Erik something to actually live for in the form of others like him. However, not too keen on those he considers his people once again becoming oppressed and victimised, Erik chooses the path of mutant supremacy over nonviolent protest. Things get, well, violent, then Charles gets a wheelchair and Erik makes everyone start calling him Magneto.
Erik views himself as a weapon, and indeed, he is focused, deadly and brutal. In general, he doesn't really do compromise and in fact tends toward extremism to a point that is nothing short of terrorism. You're either with him or against him; there is no live and let live. Erik is capable of caring deeply for people, and he's quite perceptive, though he is especially intuitive of weaknesses and is not above manipulation no matter how much he may like you. He's articulate, persuasive and charismatic, which can translate to speechifying to rally mutants to his cause or just being a snarky bastard. He's also got quite the flair for the dramatic - he likes for people to see him coming and fully grasp their impending demise, which also explains the cape.
Sample Post:
You call this a resistance? All of the superiority your species has attained above your predecessors, and still you drag your knuckles across the ground like dull, mindless, ordinary gorillas? You are creatures of vibrancy and punctuality, and you would allow this Director to deny you your birthright. I speak not only of bananas, but the inheritance of the very grounds on which they grow. She claims she's rationing your fruit, but it is not hers to ration. Let us call it what it truly is: withholding, denying. How much longer will you suffer her arrogance and greed? Because it won't stop at one banana. It starts with fruit, then becomes all manner of produce, and ends with grubs and insects. She won't be satisfied until you are starving, and your hunger ensures your obedience.
You ask me, what about the toucans? Is their kind not also extraordinary amongst birds? They seem content with their lot! Don't be fooled. She would have the fauna of this encampment as her slaves, and the toucans are tools of their own oppression. Some may demand that you emulate the toucans' contentment, but you do not have the luxury of wings. You live your lives on the ground, facing the world as it is. Their abilities could be limitless if they would only fly high enough to seize them, but instead they squander their gifts by protecting her. They are in your minds, and as long as they advocate peace with the Director, they can't be trusted.
No, war is the only thing she and the rest of these humans will understand. They will never stop fearing what you may become on a full stomach. I say, never allow them to. The day they stop fearing you is the day they have tamed you. As long as one banana remains in human hands, you will remain their slaves. It's time to rise up and take back what is rightfully yours. Line your pockets with your spoils and you will ensure they are never happy to see you again.
Poll Vote!
Character: WV (Warweary Villein/Wizardly Vassal/Wayward Vagabond/Wastelandic Vindicator)
Series: Homestuck
Character Age: ??? (adult)
Job Title: Mayor of Corn Town
Canon: Homestuck is the story of four kids who play SBURB, an apocalypse-inducing game, and unleash an unbeatable boss, talk to trolls from another universe, and engage in coming-of-age antics while trying to survive and build a new universe.
WV is an exile, a game construct sent to the shattered remains of Earth to build a new civilization and to help out SBURB players via computer commands. Once a simple farmer from the dark kingdom of Derse, WV gathered an army and lead a rebellion against the warmongering Black King. Unfortunately, this uprising failed, and all of the rebels but WV himself were wiped out. WV maintains an intense hatred of kings, along with a fervent love of democracy. Although WV is capable of great things, he is also rather silly and prone to fits of excessive imagination. After reading (and then eating) a book on human etiquette, WV is generally awkwardly polite, but when he gets worked up enough his manners go out the window and the caps-lock goes back on.
Note: WV, like the other exiles, has no spoken dialogue and is instead characterized by first-person commands entered into a computer and by second-person responses to “reader” commands. The latter will be used in this app.
Sample Post:
You are now a WAITING VOTEE.
You find this democratic method quite noble and worthy, never-the-less you are extremely nervous. What if they don’t like you? Should you have laundered your ratty attire and polished your carapace before coming? Well, it’s too late now.
>Skip this democratic voting process and proceed with Camp antics.
What? You cannot possibly violate the sanctity of democracy in that manner! The very idea makes you want to beat yourself in the head.
>Be the mayor of Corn Town.
... Well, you suppose as long as you will get back to the voting later, it can’t hurt to skip ahead just a bit.
You are now the mayor of Corn Town. Your loyal townsfolk, all a very pleasing shade of green, are already lined up in tidy rows. You like to imagine that they are standing so straight and tall out of respect for your authoritative figure, rather than because they are stalked vegetables. However, this picture perfect scene of orderly bliss doesn’t last for long.
A group of unkempt, partially decayed humans is approaching Corn Town. Their foul odor detracts from the town’s pleasant atmosphere, but you do not turn them away. After all, you are a mayor, not a king. The sight of unwashed masses inspires pity, rather than disgust. Their cries for “brains” are getting a bit repetitive, but you can respect their longing for higher education opportunities. As a concerned mayor, you would even consider putting such institutions in place if your primary citizens weren’t corn. Let’s not get carried away here; corn school would just be silly!
Unfortunately, it seems as though Corn Town’s new shambling citizens, unlike the peaceful vegetables, are most unruly. Stalks are bent, ripe ears are bruised and, worst of all, delightful bright green leaves are being sullied by slimy pus. One corpse man is even cracking corn. You will not stand for such behavior because, as an elected official, you really do care!
> Make the rules. Be the mayor.
You already are the mayor, and you will not stand for this sort of conduct! Being a responsible elected official, you quickly go about enacting various laws and ordinances which forbid the disruption of your corny citizens’ peaceful photosynthesis. Henceforth, all shambling shall be confined to open spaces. No dripping of foul bodily fluids within city limits. All groans will be restricted to under 20 decibels at all times.
However, it would seem that the unruly undead are undaunted. Their shambling, dripping and moaning goes unabated. Even flailing about in a distracting manner does nothing to deter them. You hate to doubt the power of democracy, but it would seem that there is nothing you can do; your citizens simply have no respect for your authority. Perhaps you are just a failure of a mayor... But wait, what’s this large-beaked bird doing here?
>Receive letter from Director.
You receive said letter and read (and consume) it immediately. According to the correspondence, you are only in charge of corn. All other camp citizens are ruled over by the Director herself. No wonder your new township is under siege from rabble-rousers. The surrounding area is under a brutal, un-democratic dictatorship! You are beginning to think you hate Directors almost as much as you hate kings.
Poll Vote!
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me why I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Now VOTE. Closed!
Character: Star-Lord / Peter Quill
Series: Guardians of the Galaxy (Marvel)
Character Age: Early 30s
Job: Security Guard
Canon: What do you get when you take an Earthling, give him some guns and throw him out into space? You get Peter Quill, AKA Star-Lord. The title of “Star-Lord” was bestowed upon him by an alien being, and his main responsibility was to maintain peace throughout the galaxy. No pressure or anything.
Staying true to his Earthly origins, Star-Lord is not afraid to shoot knock some sense into the cosmic nonsense that surrounds him. Through thick and thin he leads the Guardians of the Galaxy, never afraid to stare down cosmic beings whose powers can erase his entire existence in the blink of an eye, and he's always ready with a smirk and a quip. Because when the universe is in danger of being torn apart, why shouldn’t you crack a few jokes before it all goes to hell?
Sample Post:
Debrief Log: Star-Lord (Peter Quill)
I tell ya, I've been all across this galaxy and there is nothing quite as unremarkable as the American midwest.
I'm not exactly sure how I ended up here, or why I just saw what appeared to be a flock of drug-dealing chickens, but it doesn't take a genius like me to see the blatant abnormalities here. Then again, in my line of work talking animals aren't exactly a foreign concept, so this might actually seem kind of normal if I were on Alpha Centuari. Not so much the heroin or the mushrooms, though.
When I scoped out the general vicinity a bit, I noticed there were many unholy abominations roaming round, which has the potential to get ugly. And by ugly I mean I put a bullet in their head and the result looks ugly. Not that I would take any joy in that or anything, certainly not - but I'm not going to deny that it would feel d'ast good to let loose a little bit. Plus it seems that there's some kind of campground nearby, and the last thing I want is to put innocent people in danger.
I wasn't exactly sure what kind of compound was situated on the campground, since the last thing I want is to awkwardly burst in on a cult having a punch-drinking contest (it would NOT be the first time that has happened), but everything appears to be innocent enough. Kind of a grab bag of people from different walks of life, with some super-powered guys in there. None of them really look like they'd be able to stop an out-of-control cosmic demigod from the eighth dimension, but I guess coming from me that would be the pot calling the kettle black.
I suppose now I'll attempt to establish a dialogue with them and figure things out. I hope they like me, for my sake. Or their sake.
Whoever has the bigger gun, I guess.
End Log
Poll Vote!
Character: Takenaka Hanbei
Series: Samurai Warriors
Character Age: Mid-twenties (although he looks teenaged, he's stated to be older than the clearly not-teenaged Kanbei.)
Job: Fluffy Pillow Quality Assurance Tester
Canon: Samurai Warriors is about killing people, honor, killing people, betrayals, killing people, politics, and did I mention killing people? In sixteenth-century Japan, a number of powerful warlords clash in their efforts to unite the land. Alliances are made and broken, heroes rise and fall, and the player racks up massive body counts in their quest to bring Japan to a unified rule and a peaceful future.
One of these heroes is "the all-knowing" Takenaka Hanbei, a strategist who grows disgusted with his incompetent lord and leaves to find a position working for the much more competent Toyotomi Hideyoshi. Although Hanbei is extremely clever, he's also extremely lazy -- a laid-back, devil-may-care young man who rhapsodizes about the value of a good nap and always looks like he's taking things too lightly. He's confident of his skills (though not egotistical -- that takes too much effort) and he's quick with sarcastic quips...and yet despite his lazy attitude and lack of gravity, he gets great results; he has a personal philosophy of finding the easiest path to victory, and he delights in watching his plans come to fruition. Nothing seems to shake his composure; even in the midst of a battle gone awry, he keeps his cool, and his clear-headed suggestions often make the difference between victory and defeat.
Sample Entry: I have to say, this isn't exactly what I was expecting when my lord sent me out here. Scout things out, come up with an invasion plan -- that's no problem, of course, but when a lady has control of a barrier that can contain both the most brilliant minds and the most powerful warriors of who knows how many lands, I'd expect her to do something a little more ambitious with it. And yet all she wants me to do is test pillows.
...not that I'm going to complain about that, of course. Aside from the part where the gorillas keep stomping in every morning to keep me from doing my job. Oi, Gorilla-san, was that really necessary? I know you have to wake up camp at this hour, but if our good lady director wants the quality of all these fluffy pillows to be properly assured, you're going to have to let me finish a nap at least every now and then. How am I going to do my job without sleeping? Hey, hey, what's that look for? I may not look like a counselor, but you should really know better than to judge people on their appearances like that. I'd think someone as hairy and purple as you would've had some problems with first impressions in the past, you know?
But speaking of work efficiency, maybe you could use a little help with that yourself. Oh, no, don't get me wrong! I can appreciate how you drag every camper out of bed one by one, of course. Very impressive show of strength, very...mm, intimidating? It sets a nice example of what everyone else has to look forward to. But it's an awfully slow way of going about it, don't you think? Surely there's a better way to get it done; you're putting far more effort into it than is really necessary, if you ask me. If all you need is to get everyone up and out, you can save yourself a lot of energy if you think outside the box and give them a reason to do it by themselves. Motivation, not force! I'd wager at least one of you has a serious flatulence problem you could harness to your advantage.
Oh, now you look interested! I guess I look more like a counselor when you realize I could give you some good advice, don't I? Well, that's just off the top of my head, and if you're committed to doing this the smart way, then I could come up with a lot more than just that for you -- I'm good at brilliant ideas, after all! I'll outline you a strategy that'll get twice the number of campers up and out of bed in half the time...
...right after I finish my nap, of course.
Poll Vote!
Character: Aoi Ryosuke
Character's Age: 24ish
Job: Accidental Murder Counselor
Series: Orthros no Inu
Canon: What would you do if you had the power to kill anyone with a single touch of your hand? What about if you had the power to heal any illness in a person instead? Orthros no Inu explores the dual, conflicting nature in a convicted murderer who can cure any disease, and a teacher whose touch is deadly. Said schoolteacher, Aoi Ryosuke, is your average sort of guy. He never wanted or asked to be able to kill others by touching them, and he'd much rather be without it. Honestly, it’s been a big secret and a source of shame since his childhood. However, he has no choice but to intervene and use this ability once he's dragged into a conspiracy spanning drug syndicates, big business, and even the government..
Never asking for much, Aoi would be happy with the plain life; he’s perfectly content just going to teach every day. Sensible yet a little gullible, he's the kind of guy that’s easily moved into action. As such, it means he’s easily manipulated by others, even if they’re obviously bad or evil. He ends up being a used as a tool more often than not. Aoi makes assumptions readily and easily, but he tries very hard to correct any errors in his own judgement. He cares deeply about his students, and gets invested fairly easily in others. Despite his flaws, he's honest and straightforward, listening to his heart, which is the most important thing, especially considering his power is to 'stop' a lot of others’ hearts.
Sample:
Thanks, er, Mr. Zombie. Is that with an 'i' or a 'y'? Okay, an euuugh. You must be... foreign. I was wondering when I'd get some guidelines for the job, so I appreciate you bringing the sheet to me. Let's see-- “As the resident Accidental Murder Counselor, you will instruct campers on how to cover up or run away from a weaponless, seemingly 'accidental' murder caused by their/your inherent freak-abilities,” Wait, wait, just wait a second! Are you pulling my leg? I never signed up for that. Calling people freaks is also a little rude.
You’ve got it all wrong; I’m just a regular teacher. I didn’t come to this camp to do that sort of thing! I could do math, computer science, I’d even be happy with macaroni art! A subject like this is better suited for horror movies or something... I don't understand what you mean by implying this isn’t your usual summer camp. That has to be a joke. Look at the place, it has 'run of the mill camp' written all over it. There are picnic tables, the farmland is homey (even if there seems to be some sort of decoration on that silo), and the kids are chasing ducks. Wait, I got that wrong, they’re being chased by the ducks, and those ducks are breathing... fire. Okay!
So maybe you have some interesting wildlife, sure. Like those ducks, and gorillas don’t seem to be native to America, and I know they’re not naturally purple. Still, this is a summer camp, and I know that kids can get a little wild with finger paints. Maybe the paints shouldn’t have been out in the open, since it looks like those poor gorillas made a mess of themselves. I just hope it was non-toxic!
In your case, Mr. Zombie, judging by your suit and tie, I’d guess you're just another counselor putting on the joke of “crazy sci-fi spooky-camp-in-farmland.” I'm not falling for it! Er, but, if it’s not a joke, well, I'm really sorry you've lost your ...eye, most of your skin, your teeth, and your leg. I mean no disrespect; I'm just trying to clear this situation up. Ah, tell you what, I'll give the whole thing another read-over, we can chat over lunch, and get to know each other better as colleagues. What’s good to eat around here, anyway?
Brains, you say? I'm not really too sure about that. I mean, they are high in protein, but-- why are you eying my head like that? I said we could get to know each other, but this is suddenly way too close!
Poll Vote!
Character: Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto
Series: X-Men: First Class
Character Age: 32
Job: Superiority Complex Instigator
Canon: This is the tragic love origin story of Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr - the men who would become Professor X and Magneto, ideologically-opposed leaders of mutantkind. Erik's childhood was surviving Nazi concentration camps; his adulthood has been hunting down Nazis and killing them dead with metalbending and rage. But this isn't always as effective a combo as you'd think, which is where Charles comes in. He saves Erik's life, brings a little bit of serenity into it, and gives Erik something to actually live for in the form of others like him. However, not too keen on those he considers his people once again becoming oppressed and victimised, Erik chooses the path of mutant supremacy over nonviolent protest. Things get, well, violent, then Charles gets a wheelchair and Erik makes everyone start calling him Magneto.
Erik views himself as a weapon, and indeed, he is focused, deadly and brutal. In general, he doesn't really do compromise and in fact tends toward extremism to a point that is nothing short of terrorism. You're either with him or against him; there is no live and let live. Erik is capable of caring deeply for people, and he's quite perceptive, though he is especially intuitive of weaknesses and is not above manipulation no matter how much he may like you. He's articulate, persuasive and charismatic, which can translate to speechifying to rally mutants to his cause or just being a snarky bastard. He's also got quite the flair for the dramatic - he likes for people to see him coming and fully grasp their impending demise, which also explains the cape.
Sample Post:
You call this a resistance? All of the superiority your species has attained above your predecessors, and still you drag your knuckles across the ground like dull, mindless, ordinary gorillas? You are creatures of vibrancy and punctuality, and you would allow this Director to deny you your birthright. I speak not only of bananas, but the inheritance of the very grounds on which they grow. She claims she's rationing your fruit, but it is not hers to ration. Let us call it what it truly is: withholding, denying. How much longer will you suffer her arrogance and greed? Because it won't stop at one banana. It starts with fruit, then becomes all manner of produce, and ends with grubs and insects. She won't be satisfied until you are starving, and your hunger ensures your obedience.
You ask me, what about the toucans? Is their kind not also extraordinary amongst birds? They seem content with their lot! Don't be fooled. She would have the fauna of this encampment as her slaves, and the toucans are tools of their own oppression. Some may demand that you emulate the toucans' contentment, but you do not have the luxury of wings. You live your lives on the ground, facing the world as it is. Their abilities could be limitless if they would only fly high enough to seize them, but instead they squander their gifts by protecting her. They are in your minds, and as long as they advocate peace with the Director, they can't be trusted.
No, war is the only thing she and the rest of these humans will understand. They will never stop fearing what you may become on a full stomach. I say, never allow them to. The day they stop fearing you is the day they have tamed you. As long as one banana remains in human hands, you will remain their slaves. It's time to rise up and take back what is rightfully yours. Line your pockets with your spoils and you will ensure they are never happy to see you again.
Poll Vote!
Character: WV (Warweary Villein/Wizardly Vassal/Wayward Vagabond/Wastelandic Vindicator)
Series: Homestuck
Character Age: ??? (adult)
Job Title: Mayor of Corn Town
Canon: Homestuck is the story of four kids who play SBURB, an apocalypse-inducing game, and unleash an unbeatable boss, talk to trolls from another universe, and engage in coming-of-age antics while trying to survive and build a new universe.
WV is an exile, a game construct sent to the shattered remains of Earth to build a new civilization and to help out SBURB players via computer commands. Once a simple farmer from the dark kingdom of Derse, WV gathered an army and lead a rebellion against the warmongering Black King. Unfortunately, this uprising failed, and all of the rebels but WV himself were wiped out. WV maintains an intense hatred of kings, along with a fervent love of democracy. Although WV is capable of great things, he is also rather silly and prone to fits of excessive imagination. After reading (and then eating) a book on human etiquette, WV is generally awkwardly polite, but when he gets worked up enough his manners go out the window and the caps-lock goes back on.
Note: WV, like the other exiles, has no spoken dialogue and is instead characterized by first-person commands entered into a computer and by second-person responses to “reader” commands. The latter will be used in this app.
Sample Post:
You are now a WAITING VOTEE.
You find this democratic method quite noble and worthy, never-the-less you are extremely nervous. What if they don’t like you? Should you have laundered your ratty attire and polished your carapace before coming? Well, it’s too late now.
>Skip this democratic voting process and proceed with Camp antics.
What? You cannot possibly violate the sanctity of democracy in that manner! The very idea makes you want to beat yourself in the head.
>Be the mayor of Corn Town.
... Well, you suppose as long as you will get back to the voting later, it can’t hurt to skip ahead just a bit.
You are now the mayor of Corn Town. Your loyal townsfolk, all a very pleasing shade of green, are already lined up in tidy rows. You like to imagine that they are standing so straight and tall out of respect for your authoritative figure, rather than because they are stalked vegetables. However, this picture perfect scene of orderly bliss doesn’t last for long.
A group of unkempt, partially decayed humans is approaching Corn Town. Their foul odor detracts from the town’s pleasant atmosphere, but you do not turn them away. After all, you are a mayor, not a king. The sight of unwashed masses inspires pity, rather than disgust. Their cries for “brains” are getting a bit repetitive, but you can respect their longing for higher education opportunities. As a concerned mayor, you would even consider putting such institutions in place if your primary citizens weren’t corn. Let’s not get carried away here; corn school would just be silly!
Unfortunately, it seems as though Corn Town’s new shambling citizens, unlike the peaceful vegetables, are most unruly. Stalks are bent, ripe ears are bruised and, worst of all, delightful bright green leaves are being sullied by slimy pus. One corpse man is even cracking corn. You will not stand for such behavior because, as an elected official, you really do care!
> Make the rules. Be the mayor.
You already are the mayor, and you will not stand for this sort of conduct! Being a responsible elected official, you quickly go about enacting various laws and ordinances which forbid the disruption of your corny citizens’ peaceful photosynthesis. Henceforth, all shambling shall be confined to open spaces. No dripping of foul bodily fluids within city limits. All groans will be restricted to under 20 decibels at all times.
However, it would seem that the unruly undead are undaunted. Their shambling, dripping and moaning goes unabated. Even flailing about in a distracting manner does nothing to deter them. You hate to doubt the power of democracy, but it would seem that there is nothing you can do; your citizens simply have no respect for your authority. Perhaps you are just a failure of a mayor... But wait, what’s this large-beaked bird doing here?
>Receive letter from Director.
You receive said letter and read (and consume) it immediately. According to the correspondence, you are only in charge of corn. All other camp citizens are ruled over by the Director herself. No wonder your new township is under siege from rabble-rousers. The surrounding area is under a brutal, un-democratic dictatorship! You are beginning to think you hate Directors almost as much as you hate kings.
Poll Vote!