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Character: Komiya Nobuo
Series: Wild Adapter
Character Age: No official age. But something between 16 and 19.
Canon: There's a new drug on the streets by the codename of W.A. it's only problem is that it has the inconvenient side-effect of making people go feral, sprout hair in funny places and get claws. Wild Adapter follows the story of Tokitoh, and amnesiac boy who is somehow linked to W.A, and Kubota, the creepy, creepy man who took him in.
Before Tokitoh came into the picture, Kubota met Komiya while working in the junior division of a yakuza group. Komiya is your average positive, loyal, cheerful guy with something of a quick temper... except for his mother being a whore, him getting drugs for her, and his tendency to talk at length about "Kubota-san" to his girlfriend. In bed. While having sex.
Crush aside, Komiya is a genuinely good guy, capable of smiling through almost everything. But also capable of yelling at stupid people and of cutting someone twice his size if the situation calls for it.
THIS APP WILL CONTAIN [SPOILERS] Komiya was shot by an enemy group and died at Kubota's feet. He asked Kubota not to die the same way. [/SPOILERS] for the first volume of the manga. Don't forget your goggles.
NOTE: Character reference was made with permission
Sample Post:
Where's the manager? I don't want your stupid timeshare. I don't give a shit about the view, or the neighbors, or the discounts. Honestly people. Two coffins at the price of one? Who BUYS that? And "Enjoy our natural habitat and learn how to yiff our primates" is really NOT a good tagline... No matter how hot they're supposed to be.
You might want to work on your customer service too, no one's gonna buy anything if the guy selling it is ugly, smelly, naked, and missing bodyparts. You guys need, at least, to dress your staff. Also, sell quality stuff. No one's stupid enough to buy those carnivorous plants as the new weed. And why would I want weed anyway? Man, think about who you're targeting. And don't even get me started on the approach. If your people can't speak at least teach them proper gesturing...
... Why did this fuzzy white thing hand me a "Moogle Ressurrection Services" card? "Ten successful deaths and get a free chocobo plushie!" I... okay, that's... huh.
Why do I already have one hole punched?
Know what? On second thought, nevermind about that manager, I'll just be on my way. He must be busy after all. Where have I seen that white thing before...? Anyway! Thanks for your help, I'll be on my way out!
Can someone point where I came from? I don't think that crater was there before. and I'd know if I'd left a cookie trail buuut I guess that's not a bad place to start off in. Food is food after a... I think I just saw someone-- w-was that... ah Kubo...
...
Uh. SO. I HEARD ABOUT THIS TIMESHARE. My name is Komiya Nobuo, let's all be good neighbors!
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Character: Kieran Trevarde
Series: The God Eaters, by Jesse Hajicek
Character Age: 19
Canon: Once upon a time there was a magical story of two cowboys that found love on a mountain. No, not that mountain. This mountain is actually an Alcatraz-like testing facility for dangerous psychic murderers and one of our sexy cowboys, Kieran Trevarde, would do anything to escape. He teams up with his cellmate, Ashleigh Trine , and together they plan a bid for freedom that pushes out into the open the secrets of their church-run government and reignites a war between ancient gods. Don't worry though, they manage to leave time for some cowboy -on-cowboy action.
Kieran Trevard is quite simply a dirty no good thieving outlaw. He's been on the wrong side on the law since the age of nine and has not looked back since. He's a hard bastard who's too stubborn to die and who's charming Iavian drawl promises a good time with a dangerous ending. Add to this a generous helping of cynicism, world class sarcasm and just plain old nastiness to find out how he ended up in jail in the first place. Ashleigh has managed to patch up most of his issues but this boy ain't looking to be "fixed". Hell, at this point he considers the fact that he's the most wanted criminal in the country an accomplishment.
Sample Post:
Nice place you guys got here. It's quiet, secluded, and this far out here no one can hear you scream. It must make for some nice vacationing. Only problem? I wasn't on any damn vacation. Hell, I was in the middle of the desert. Never seen so many trees in my life. It just ain't natural. Especially the bush that pinched my ass.
So what are we gonna do about this situation? Real damn glad you asked. I am going to beat you until I get some answers. You will probably cry, soil yourself and, if you're really attached to your ability to function in society, tell me what I need to know. Everybody wins. So what do you say we get started? Wait, you want to tell me before I start hurting you? Well ain't that smart of you. One of those requests for brains must have panned out at some point.
Hmm, a year long summer camp run by a crazy bitch that enjoys torture and is out for revenge? I think I know the ending to this one. It's the little quiet guy in the corner, not the mass murderer with the sexy tattoos. Surprised? Yeah, I was too, but the sex scenes make up for the strange ending. Besides, if I did kill hubby, I was obviously not paid enough for the job and that's just not possible in this perfect and completely fair world.
Well, now that all the mystery has been taken out of our relationship I think it's time we move on with our lives. It was fun while it lasted but I'm afraid you're not the man I used to know. Sure, it could be the fact that I shot off most of your flesh when we first met but I'm brave enough to put the blame on you instead of myself.
So let's say goodbye like- ...you're crying. Stop crying. I will shoot you if you don't stop crying! Is this that emo shit I heard this place is full of? You better not get any on my- Right on my goddamn boots! This shit better wash out.
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Character: Katara
Series: Avatar
Character Age: 14
Canon: Avatar: The Last Airbender follows said Airbender, Aang, as he attempts to bring peace to a war-torn world by mastering the four elemental bending styles. This would be easier if not for a) the Fire Nation, the jerks who started the war, b) their exiled prince and his tea-thirsty uncle, who have been known to go against the Fire Nation Army if it means getting a shot at Aang, and b) the generally low public opinion of the Avatar himself, missing these last hundred years. Guiding/Supervising/Tagging Along are his friends and sometime bending instructors Toph, Sokka (not an instructor, not at all a bender, will be havin' no truck with all that), and Katara.
Katara is the self-appointed mother hen of the lot, if only because no one else has a lick of common sense (in her opinion). Selfless to a fault, she's determined, to make sure that they all come through in one piece. As a result, she can be overbearing and smothering, but she means well and has an annoying tendency to be right. Like most self-righteous types, she's easily manipulated by a sob story.
Her bending is her one self-indulgence. Katara was deprived of instruction for most of her life, but once she received instruction (read: pried it from the cold, clutching fingers of a stingy, chauvinistic sourpuss), she developed at a prodigy's pace. Don't get between her and her bending, it's the one thing she's willing to lie, cheat and steal over.
Sample Post:
Is this what happens when I'm not awake? Someone crashes us into a swamp? I knew I shouldn't have taken that nap, but Aang sounded so concerned when he said I looked tired. It had been so long since I'd had some solid sleep…but then Sokka had to chime in with that remark about the bags under my eyes, and it was either sleep or break his head open with his own boomerang. I wonder what would've done more damage, the smack or the irony? As if he looks like fresh-picked daisies. When was the last time he changed his shorts?
However it happened, I can't be too far in; the trees are way too small for deep swamp and it…it smells wrong. Not swamp-gas wrong, bloated walrus-boar wrong. What died in here?! Urgh, I'll never get the slime out of my clothes! And my hair! I'm going to smell like rot for days and where is everyone?!
Relax. Just focus. All water goes to the ocean, or a lake. I should be able to trace the currents. Hmm…there's a little trickle of clear water leaking in, ground springs, I think, and it drains this way…
There, that's…there's something in the water. Dry land! Dry land now!
Easier said than done, dummy. Water up to my chest and ankle deep in muck and, ah, darnit, there goes a shoe! How am I going to afford to replace-AIIIIIIIIEEEEE! Let go of my ankle!
If I had a gold coin for every time some monster's dangled me upside down, I could afford to buy a whole nother pair of shoes! Attack a WATER BENDER in the middle of a SWAMP will you?! You're not the brightest monster I've ever come up against, but you're big, I'll give you that. How do you feel about a razor-disk of ice to the tentacle, hm?
PALOOSHOOFgurglecoughhackphtah.
Air! Sweet, muggy, eggy air! I could have thought that through a little better. Must remember the drop next time, and the threat of being stuck under a dismembered tentacle! Spirits, did all the blood just rush from my head, or is the water glowing. That's not healthy, did I swallow any of that just now? So many tentacles, not nearly enough ice-blades! Agh, geeze, no pressure on that ankle! I'll probably have weird suction-bruises later.
Water rising again. Oh. Oh I see. I guess that WOULD happen when a two-ton squidthing rises up from the not-so-depths. You're much bigger than I thought. How is that even possible?! You've gotta be some kind of spirit, there's just no way you could possibly fit in this little amount of water!
Now is so not the time to be thinking about this. One puny human's not taking that thing out! So freeze it! Freeze it and run! Or swim, it's deep enough, and faster. Maybe if I follow that little fresh water bit from earlier I'll hit a river.
Hey, solid ground! OW, my ankle! Is that a building up ahead, or wishful thinking? I can feel water bubbling up from underground. Springs? A nice long soak would be heaven right now.
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Character: Huey Freeman
Series: The Boondocks
Character Age: 10
Canon: Huey is an intelligent boy who doesn't like to indulge in
actions he deems idiotic. He talks in a somewhat emotionless voice and keeps
a bland expression except for when he's angered at somebody's incompetence.
Has little faith in adults and views most of them as idiots, especially in
the cases of those who are in positions of authority. Huey is a skilled
martial artist and likes to read in his spare time when he isn't tearing
apart political figureheads. Even though he acts crabby at times he's able
to inspire motivation and bring people to tears when the time calls for
it.
Sample Post:
At times I wonder why I even decided to come to this
camp. I mean the name itself should have been warning enough to me, Camp
Fuck You Die. But it was either this or join Al Sharpton's Summer Soul
Patrol. So I guess choosing the lesser of two evils was the best choice
still I never would have imagined the insanity here. Normally you’d
expect to be taken to a summer camp by being picked up from a bus stop by a
bus not nearly getting run over by an unmarked van and getting hit with
cloth dipped in chloroform and then finding yourself at the entrance to what
can only be described as Michael Jackson’s Neverland Ranch on an acid
trip gone horribly wrong. Didn’t help that I got attacked by a samurai
chimp named Bubbles Yojimbo and his ninja cohort the Elephant Otoko when I
moved into the cabin last week.
But it isn’t too bad; it's almost like being back in Woodcrest...only
with the gates of Hell thrown open with dangerous beings which are supposed
to only exist in horror movies running about. I think I may go ahead an
find a spot outside and work on my chi meditations.
Never mind I’ll just stay inside and read, a demon pig is running
around outside causing mayhem. Sorry but I don’t feel the need to
suffer a gruesome death by porkl. In all honesty at this point I
wouldn’t be surprised if twisted versions of Dick Cheney, FEMA, and
members of the New York or Atlanta Police Departments showed up.
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Character: Cassie Sandsmark/Wonder Girl II
Series: Wonder Woman and Young Justice
Character Age: 15
Canon: Every so often, a big-name comic company introduces a new generation of young superheroes into continuity in an attempt to keep things fresh. Batman wound up with a Robin who already knew how to stalk people conduct an investigation, Superman got a teenage clone as concerned with looking cool as with helping people, and the Flash got a kid cousin from the future who pretty much permanently redefined "hyperactive". Wonder Woman got a mythology geek with a skateboard.
This, then, is the new Wonder Girl: Cassie Sandsmark, daughter of a museum curator and a man we don't need to know about. While others might be intimidated by meeting Ancient Greece's notoriously temperamental gods, Cassie got her powers by having the nerve to ask Zeus himself for the means to aid Wonder Woman in her superheroics. She starts out a precocious little tomboy, but as her Amazon training progresses she becomes a capable warrior who only sometimes surrenders to her inherent adolescence. Mostly if it involves trying to catch Superboy's eye. ...Or losing her cool and allowing herself to be manipulated into pounding on a teammate. Or refusing to accept that any of her friends could want to give up superheroing permanently. Or--okay, she's obviously still got a long way to go with the whole "growing up" thing, but what else can you expect?
Wonder Girl is being apped from just after Robin and Impulse quit Young Justice.
Sample Post:
I came here to wrestle alligators. Yeah, I know I don't look like I could handle it, but I've got superstrength! I don't even know why I was supposed to be wrestling alligators, but if it's some sort of kinky Amazon rite of passage I better get a lasso afterwards. Preferably one that does more than just tie people up, I don't think I could take all the bondage jokes otherwise.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, thanks. So I came here to wrestle alligators, but I lost my teacher! I figured it was another test, because she does that sometimes, so I started backtracking to see if I couldn't pick up a trail. It wasn't actually hard at all, which immediately made me suspicious, but I followed it anyway. I nearly fell into three of those big holes between there and the lake, by the way, you guys should offer more warning than a little sign with an asterisk and the words "plot hole: don't fall in".
I'm sure you noticed, but I was really surprised to see a bunch of crocodiles hanging out. For one thing, you guys are about two states too far west. For another, I'm pretty sure crocodilians don't usually hang out so close together outside of zoos. I guess it could be different if you guys are all sentient, but I'm not exactly used to scaly things that talk and don't want to kill me so I'm sorry for throwing you guys around instead of introducing myself first.
Hey, don't diss the goggles, buddy, they do plenty! They look cool, they hold my hair back, and they protect my eyes from all sorts of stuff. They are not too tight, either, they fit just as well as the rest of my costume! You're a crocodile anyway, what do you care if I where jeans instead of spandex or a miniskirt?
On second thought, forget it. I don't care if it sounds racist or speciesist or whatever, I'm going to find some humanoids and talk to them instead.
....Did you just try to hit me with your tail? That is IT. Prepare to eat mud, scale-face!
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Character: Cyborg #17 (Future, post-death)
Series: Dragonball Z
Character Age: Appears to be in his late teens.
Canon: At first glance, 17 is your average immature guy teenager. Ripped jeans, love of really fast cars and driving them, hate for authority... Unfortunately, he also happens to be (zomg) aKILLER CYBORG bent on DESTROYING THE WOOOOORLD. Or rather, bent on having as much fun while causing the most destruction and pain as possible. His personality is very sarcastic, but at the same time, he is immature, and very much the little kid who refuses to grow up. If he can't find fun in a situation, he will make his own, often to the detriment of others. Case in point: his favorite pastime is driving hot sports cars and motorcycles... while running over as many people as possible, and laughing like a maniac as they scream. The only person he seems to respect in any way is his fellow cyborg and twin sister, 18.
Sample Post:
Last time I checked, humans stopped moving after I killed them. Well, yeah, some of 'em would twitch a little or something, but they didn't get back up and start moaning like they'd just gotten kicked in the balls. And while I'm on the topic of not being dead... what just happened? Ten minutes ago, I'm minding my own business and killing a human or two when BAM. Last thing I remember is that purple-haired idiot showing up, and 18...
...
...Anyway. So Trunks killed me, and now, according to this far-too-convienient brochure that that one monkey-thing dropped, I'm at... huh. "Camp Fuck You Die?" Best name ever. Let's see... "camp attractions: mosquitos, swamp, zombies (nooooo, really?!), lake, tentacle monster..." Tentacle monster?! Yeah, right.
Whatever. There are things to blow up, people to kill, and fun to be had. Ahhhh, simple pleasures... except these dead things aren't very amusing. No screaming or even a feeble attempt to run away. Booooo-riiiing. Although... is that one attempting to sing "If I Only Had A Brain"? Cute. Real cute.
There have got to be some living humans around here somewhere for me to toy with. I've found several primitive wireless signals, and that means some kind of computer. And where there are computers, there are humans. All it takes is to follow that signal back to its origin, and then... hah. I see buildings across that lake over there! ...Not very smart of them to build all that out in the open, though. Don't they know there are killer cyborgs about?
Heh, well, it's too late now. Hmmm... now what would be the best way to kill them? I could always ignite some swamp gas, cause a massive fire... Hack into that loudspeaker system and play such gems as the Barney song, thus causing mass suicide? Or should I just stick with the tried and true, and just stick with good old explosions? Oh, of course! One good blast to that lake, and the waves'll get most of them. Best of all, when I go to pick 'em off, they might think I'm coming to help... until they see what I'm really doing and panic. Awesome.
Alright, countdown: three... two... annnd what. the. hell.
...Well, what do you know. Guess there really is a tentacle monster.
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Character: Shinji Mimura
Series: Battle Royale
Character Age: 15
Canon [spoilers]: The Program. Each year fifty classes within the Republic of Greater East Asia are brought to remote locations, given weapons and then told to kill each other under the guise of military research. It ends when only one is left alive. And this year Shiroiwa Junior High's Class 3-B has been selected to participate.
Shinji Mimura is an all around good guy and one of the star athletes in his class. But there’s more to him than just athletic skill. He’s incredibly mature for his age, very resourceful, and possesses a knowledge of the world far beyond his peers. This is in part due to his ability to hack into the real internet (not that closed, censored network that the government promotes)-a skill he learned from his uncle, whose suspicious death has led to Shinji harboring a deep hatred for the way the country is run.
Shinji is capable of keeping a level head and calm attitude, even as his classmates are dying all around him. He always seems to know what to say to lighten a mood. However, even he can’t help but let the mounting pressure get to him. He lets his guard down in a moment of extreme emotion, which ultimately leads to his death.
Sample Post:
They say you don't feel the bullet that finally kills you--but the dozen that came before it gave me a good idea of what was going to happen. Uncle, you did always say you can't be a good person and survive, but for being good and dead this sure isn’t what I expected of Heaven. Kind of disappointing. In fact, between the shotgun and the speakers going on about murder it’s more like...Damn.
Man! Isn’t this hilarious. Kicked the bucket and I’m still trying to figure a way out of this mess. Guess they thought their little Program was too boring without me around. Of course I aim to please, but hasn’t anyone heard about getting a well-earned rest on the sidelines once you’re taken out of the game? Fuckers.
Though if I really am still ‘playing’...this has to be some kind of joke. There's no way they’d let me get a hold of another laptop; much less give me one with internet access. Would they? I figured the government isn’t beyond trying anything to throw me off my game, but if those bastards think bombarding me with porn pop-ups is going to be distracting, they must not realize just how long it’s been since I rediscovered the internet. Old news, guys. These aren't anywhere near the best sites anyway. It looks like someone’s been hiding behind their own firewalls too long.
And then there's my competition. Brain damage mixed with excessive blood loss may have made the memories of my last moments a bit fuzzy, but I'm sure after I took six rounds to the chest I was far from capable of shambling after my attacker for a quarter mile. Actually, I was pretty much dealing with the lameness of my imminent death at that point. Talk about unfair. I never believed any of that 'all students are given equal chances' bull, but I just saw one of these guys pick up his arm and stick it back on. How do they even try to pass that off as equality? There’s a lot of things being kept secret from the public, but what stays where on the human body is pretty general knowledge. I guess I'll have to ask the administrators about that little detail, right after I find where they’re holed up. Reprogramming the loudspeaker to blare nothing but 'Can't Stop the Rock' for the next five days ought to work. A little round about way of getting their attention, but I’m not the type to raise my hand.
Some of us can’t just stick it back if it gets sliced off you know. And I’m fresh out of duct tape.
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Character: Komiya Nobuo
Series: Wild Adapter
Character Age: No official age. But something between 16 and 19.
Canon: There's a new drug on the streets by the codename of W.A. it's only problem is that it has the inconvenient side-effect of making people go feral, sprout hair in funny places and get claws. Wild Adapter follows the story of Tokitoh, and amnesiac boy who is somehow linked to W.A, and Kubota, the creepy, creepy man who took him in.
Before Tokitoh came into the picture, Kubota met Komiya while working in the junior division of a yakuza group. Komiya is your average positive, loyal, cheerful guy with something of a quick temper... except for his mother being a whore, him getting drugs for her, and his tendency to talk at length about "Kubota-san" to his girlfriend. In bed. While having sex.
Crush aside, Komiya is a genuinely good guy, capable of smiling through almost everything. But also capable of yelling at stupid people and of cutting someone twice his size if the situation calls for it.
THIS APP WILL CONTAIN [SPOILERS] Komiya was shot by an enemy group and died at Kubota's feet. He asked Kubota not to die the same way. [/SPOILERS] for the first volume of the manga. Don't forget your goggles.
NOTE: Character reference was made with permission
Sample Post:
Where's the manager? I don't want your stupid timeshare. I don't give a shit about the view, or the neighbors, or the discounts. Honestly people. Two coffins at the price of one? Who BUYS that? And "Enjoy our natural habitat and learn how to yiff our primates" is really NOT a good tagline... No matter how hot they're supposed to be.
You might want to work on your customer service too, no one's gonna buy anything if the guy selling it is ugly, smelly, naked, and missing bodyparts. You guys need, at least, to dress your staff. Also, sell quality stuff. No one's stupid enough to buy those carnivorous plants as the new weed. And why would I want weed anyway? Man, think about who you're targeting. And don't even get me started on the approach. If your people can't speak at least teach them proper gesturing...
... Why did this fuzzy white thing hand me a "Moogle Ressurrection Services" card? "Ten successful deaths and get a free chocobo plushie!" I... okay, that's... huh.
Why do I already have one hole punched?
Know what? On second thought, nevermind about that manager, I'll just be on my way. He must be busy after all. Where have I seen that white thing before...? Anyway! Thanks for your help, I'll be on my way out!
Can someone point where I came from? I don't think that crater was there before. and I'd know if I'd left a cookie trail buuut I guess that's not a bad place to start off in. Food is food after a... I think I just saw someone-- w-was that... ah Kubo...
...
Uh. SO. I HEARD ABOUT THIS TIMESHARE. My name is Komiya Nobuo, let's all be good neighbors!
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Character: Kieran Trevarde
Series: The God Eaters, by Jesse Hajicek
Character Age: 19
Canon: Once upon a time there was a magical story of two cowboys that found love on a mountain. No, not that mountain. This mountain is actually an Alcatraz-like testing facility for dangerous psychic murderers and one of our sexy cowboys, Kieran Trevarde, would do anything to escape. He teams up with his cellmate, Ashleigh Trine , and together they plan a bid for freedom that pushes out into the open the secrets of their church-run government and reignites a war between ancient gods. Don't worry though, they manage to leave time for some cowboy -on-cowboy action.
Kieran Trevard is quite simply a dirty no good thieving outlaw. He's been on the wrong side on the law since the age of nine and has not looked back since. He's a hard bastard who's too stubborn to die and who's charming Iavian drawl promises a good time with a dangerous ending. Add to this a generous helping of cynicism, world class sarcasm and just plain old nastiness to find out how he ended up in jail in the first place. Ashleigh has managed to patch up most of his issues but this boy ain't looking to be "fixed". Hell, at this point he considers the fact that he's the most wanted criminal in the country an accomplishment.
Sample Post:
Nice place you guys got here. It's quiet, secluded, and this far out here no one can hear you scream. It must make for some nice vacationing. Only problem? I wasn't on any damn vacation. Hell, I was in the middle of the desert. Never seen so many trees in my life. It just ain't natural. Especially the bush that pinched my ass.
So what are we gonna do about this situation? Real damn glad you asked. I am going to beat you until I get some answers. You will probably cry, soil yourself and, if you're really attached to your ability to function in society, tell me what I need to know. Everybody wins. So what do you say we get started? Wait, you want to tell me before I start hurting you? Well ain't that smart of you. One of those requests for brains must have panned out at some point.
Hmm, a year long summer camp run by a crazy bitch that enjoys torture and is out for revenge? I think I know the ending to this one. It's the little quiet guy in the corner, not the mass murderer with the sexy tattoos. Surprised? Yeah, I was too, but the sex scenes make up for the strange ending. Besides, if I did kill hubby, I was obviously not paid enough for the job and that's just not possible in this perfect and completely fair world.
Well, now that all the mystery has been taken out of our relationship I think it's time we move on with our lives. It was fun while it lasted but I'm afraid you're not the man I used to know. Sure, it could be the fact that I shot off most of your flesh when we first met but I'm brave enough to put the blame on you instead of myself.
So let's say goodbye like- ...you're crying. Stop crying. I will shoot you if you don't stop crying! Is this that emo shit I heard this place is full of? You better not get any on my- Right on my goddamn boots! This shit better wash out.
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Character: Katara
Series: Avatar
Character Age: 14
Canon: Avatar: The Last Airbender follows said Airbender, Aang, as he attempts to bring peace to a war-torn world by mastering the four elemental bending styles. This would be easier if not for a) the Fire Nation, the jerks who started the war, b) their exiled prince and his tea-thirsty uncle, who have been known to go against the Fire Nation Army if it means getting a shot at Aang, and b) the generally low public opinion of the Avatar himself, missing these last hundred years. Guiding/Supervising/Tagging Along are his friends and sometime bending instructors Toph, Sokka (not an instructor, not at all a bender, will be havin' no truck with all that), and Katara.
Katara is the self-appointed mother hen of the lot, if only because no one else has a lick of common sense (in her opinion). Selfless to a fault, she's determined, to make sure that they all come through in one piece. As a result, she can be overbearing and smothering, but she means well and has an annoying tendency to be right. Like most self-righteous types, she's easily manipulated by a sob story.
Her bending is her one self-indulgence. Katara was deprived of instruction for most of her life, but once she received instruction (read: pried it from the cold, clutching fingers of a stingy, chauvinistic sourpuss), she developed at a prodigy's pace. Don't get between her and her bending, it's the one thing she's willing to lie, cheat and steal over.
Sample Post:
Is this what happens when I'm not awake? Someone crashes us into a swamp? I knew I shouldn't have taken that nap, but Aang sounded so concerned when he said I looked tired. It had been so long since I'd had some solid sleep…but then Sokka had to chime in with that remark about the bags under my eyes, and it was either sleep or break his head open with his own boomerang. I wonder what would've done more damage, the smack or the irony? As if he looks like fresh-picked daisies. When was the last time he changed his shorts?
However it happened, I can't be too far in; the trees are way too small for deep swamp and it…it smells wrong. Not swamp-gas wrong, bloated walrus-boar wrong. What died in here?! Urgh, I'll never get the slime out of my clothes! And my hair! I'm going to smell like rot for days and where is everyone?!
Relax. Just focus. All water goes to the ocean, or a lake. I should be able to trace the currents. Hmm…there's a little trickle of clear water leaking in, ground springs, I think, and it drains this way…
There, that's…there's something in the water. Dry land! Dry land now!
Easier said than done, dummy. Water up to my chest and ankle deep in muck and, ah, darnit, there goes a shoe! How am I going to afford to replace-AIIIIIIIIEEEEE! Let go of my ankle!
If I had a gold coin for every time some monster's dangled me upside down, I could afford to buy a whole nother pair of shoes! Attack a WATER BENDER in the middle of a SWAMP will you?! You're not the brightest monster I've ever come up against, but you're big, I'll give you that. How do you feel about a razor-disk of ice to the tentacle, hm?
PALOOSHOOFgurglecoughhackphtah.
Air! Sweet, muggy, eggy air! I could have thought that through a little better. Must remember the drop next time, and the threat of being stuck under a dismembered tentacle! Spirits, did all the blood just rush from my head, or is the water glowing. That's not healthy, did I swallow any of that just now? So many tentacles, not nearly enough ice-blades! Agh, geeze, no pressure on that ankle! I'll probably have weird suction-bruises later.
Water rising again. Oh. Oh I see. I guess that WOULD happen when a two-ton squidthing rises up from the not-so-depths. You're much bigger than I thought. How is that even possible?! You've gotta be some kind of spirit, there's just no way you could possibly fit in this little amount of water!
Now is so not the time to be thinking about this. One puny human's not taking that thing out! So freeze it! Freeze it and run! Or swim, it's deep enough, and faster. Maybe if I follow that little fresh water bit from earlier I'll hit a river.
Hey, solid ground! OW, my ankle! Is that a building up ahead, or wishful thinking? I can feel water bubbling up from underground. Springs? A nice long soak would be heaven right now.
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Character: Huey Freeman
Series: The Boondocks
Character Age: 10
Canon: Huey is an intelligent boy who doesn't like to indulge in
actions he deems idiotic. He talks in a somewhat emotionless voice and keeps
a bland expression except for when he's angered at somebody's incompetence.
Has little faith in adults and views most of them as idiots, especially in
the cases of those who are in positions of authority. Huey is a skilled
martial artist and likes to read in his spare time when he isn't tearing
apart political figureheads. Even though he acts crabby at times he's able
to inspire motivation and bring people to tears when the time calls for
it.
Sample Post:
At times I wonder why I even decided to come to this
camp. I mean the name itself should have been warning enough to me, Camp
Fuck You Die. But it was either this or join Al Sharpton's Summer Soul
Patrol. So I guess choosing the lesser of two evils was the best choice
still I never would have imagined the insanity here. Normally you’d
expect to be taken to a summer camp by being picked up from a bus stop by a
bus not nearly getting run over by an unmarked van and getting hit with
cloth dipped in chloroform and then finding yourself at the entrance to what
can only be described as Michael Jackson’s Neverland Ranch on an acid
trip gone horribly wrong. Didn’t help that I got attacked by a samurai
chimp named Bubbles Yojimbo and his ninja cohort the Elephant Otoko when I
moved into the cabin last week.
But it isn’t too bad; it's almost like being back in Woodcrest...only
with the gates of Hell thrown open with dangerous beings which are supposed
to only exist in horror movies running about. I think I may go ahead an
find a spot outside and work on my chi meditations.
Never mind I’ll just stay inside and read, a demon pig is running
around outside causing mayhem. Sorry but I don’t feel the need to
suffer a gruesome death by porkl. In all honesty at this point I
wouldn’t be surprised if twisted versions of Dick Cheney, FEMA, and
members of the New York or Atlanta Police Departments showed up.
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Character: Cassie Sandsmark/Wonder Girl II
Series: Wonder Woman and Young Justice
Character Age: 15
Canon: Every so often, a big-name comic company introduces a new generation of young superheroes into continuity in an attempt to keep things fresh. Batman wound up with a Robin who already knew how to stalk people conduct an investigation, Superman got a teenage clone as concerned with looking cool as with helping people, and the Flash got a kid cousin from the future who pretty much permanently redefined "hyperactive". Wonder Woman got a mythology geek with a skateboard.
This, then, is the new Wonder Girl: Cassie Sandsmark, daughter of a museum curator and a man we don't need to know about. While others might be intimidated by meeting Ancient Greece's notoriously temperamental gods, Cassie got her powers by having the nerve to ask Zeus himself for the means to aid Wonder Woman in her superheroics. She starts out a precocious little tomboy, but as her Amazon training progresses she becomes a capable warrior who only sometimes surrenders to her inherent adolescence. Mostly if it involves trying to catch Superboy's eye. ...Or losing her cool and allowing herself to be manipulated into pounding on a teammate. Or refusing to accept that any of her friends could want to give up superheroing permanently. Or--okay, she's obviously still got a long way to go with the whole "growing up" thing, but what else can you expect?
Wonder Girl is being apped from just after Robin and Impulse quit Young Justice.
Sample Post:
I came here to wrestle alligators. Yeah, I know I don't look like I could handle it, but I've got superstrength! I don't even know why I was supposed to be wrestling alligators, but if it's some sort of kinky Amazon rite of passage I better get a lasso afterwards. Preferably one that does more than just tie people up, I don't think I could take all the bondage jokes otherwise.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, thanks. So I came here to wrestle alligators, but I lost my teacher! I figured it was another test, because she does that sometimes, so I started backtracking to see if I couldn't pick up a trail. It wasn't actually hard at all, which immediately made me suspicious, but I followed it anyway. I nearly fell into three of those big holes between there and the lake, by the way, you guys should offer more warning than a little sign with an asterisk and the words "plot hole: don't fall in".
I'm sure you noticed, but I was really surprised to see a bunch of crocodiles hanging out. For one thing, you guys are about two states too far west. For another, I'm pretty sure crocodilians don't usually hang out so close together outside of zoos. I guess it could be different if you guys are all sentient, but I'm not exactly used to scaly things that talk and don't want to kill me so I'm sorry for throwing you guys around instead of introducing myself first.
Hey, don't diss the goggles, buddy, they do plenty! They look cool, they hold my hair back, and they protect my eyes from all sorts of stuff. They are not too tight, either, they fit just as well as the rest of my costume! You're a crocodile anyway, what do you care if I where jeans instead of spandex or a miniskirt?
On second thought, forget it. I don't care if it sounds racist or speciesist or whatever, I'm going to find some humanoids and talk to them instead.
....Did you just try to hit me with your tail? That is IT. Prepare to eat mud, scale-face!
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Character: Cyborg #17 (Future, post-death)
Series: Dragonball Z
Character Age: Appears to be in his late teens.
Canon: At first glance, 17 is your average immature guy teenager. Ripped jeans, love of really fast cars and driving them, hate for authority... Unfortunately, he also happens to be (zomg) aKILLER CYBORG bent on DESTROYING THE WOOOOORLD. Or rather, bent on having as much fun while causing the most destruction and pain as possible. His personality is very sarcastic, but at the same time, he is immature, and very much the little kid who refuses to grow up. If he can't find fun in a situation, he will make his own, often to the detriment of others. Case in point: his favorite pastime is driving hot sports cars and motorcycles... while running over as many people as possible, and laughing like a maniac as they scream. The only person he seems to respect in any way is his fellow cyborg and twin sister, 18.
Sample Post:
Last time I checked, humans stopped moving after I killed them. Well, yeah, some of 'em would twitch a little or something, but they didn't get back up and start moaning like they'd just gotten kicked in the balls. And while I'm on the topic of not being dead... what just happened? Ten minutes ago, I'm minding my own business and killing a human or two when BAM. Last thing I remember is that purple-haired idiot showing up, and 18...
...
...Anyway. So Trunks killed me, and now, according to this far-too-convienient brochure that that one monkey-thing dropped, I'm at... huh. "Camp Fuck You Die?" Best name ever. Let's see... "camp attractions: mosquitos, swamp, zombies (nooooo, really?!), lake, tentacle monster..." Tentacle monster?! Yeah, right.
Whatever. There are things to blow up, people to kill, and fun to be had. Ahhhh, simple pleasures... except these dead things aren't very amusing. No screaming or even a feeble attempt to run away. Booooo-riiiing. Although... is that one attempting to sing "If I Only Had A Brain"? Cute. Real cute.
There have got to be some living humans around here somewhere for me to toy with. I've found several primitive wireless signals, and that means some kind of computer. And where there are computers, there are humans. All it takes is to follow that signal back to its origin, and then... hah. I see buildings across that lake over there! ...Not very smart of them to build all that out in the open, though. Don't they know there are killer cyborgs about?
Heh, well, it's too late now. Hmmm... now what would be the best way to kill them? I could always ignite some swamp gas, cause a massive fire... Hack into that loudspeaker system and play such gems as the Barney song, thus causing mass suicide? Or should I just stick with the tried and true, and just stick with good old explosions? Oh, of course! One good blast to that lake, and the waves'll get most of them. Best of all, when I go to pick 'em off, they might think I'm coming to help... until they see what I'm really doing and panic. Awesome.
Alright, countdown: three... two... annnd what. the. hell.
...Well, what do you know. Guess there really is a tentacle monster.
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Character: Shinji Mimura
Series: Battle Royale
Character Age: 15
Canon [spoilers]: The Program. Each year fifty classes within the Republic of Greater East Asia are brought to remote locations, given weapons and then told to kill each other under the guise of military research. It ends when only one is left alive. And this year Shiroiwa Junior High's Class 3-B has been selected to participate.
Shinji Mimura is an all around good guy and one of the star athletes in his class. But there’s more to him than just athletic skill. He’s incredibly mature for his age, very resourceful, and possesses a knowledge of the world far beyond his peers. This is in part due to his ability to hack into the real internet (not that closed, censored network that the government promotes)-a skill he learned from his uncle, whose suspicious death has led to Shinji harboring a deep hatred for the way the country is run.
Shinji is capable of keeping a level head and calm attitude, even as his classmates are dying all around him. He always seems to know what to say to lighten a mood. However, even he can’t help but let the mounting pressure get to him. He lets his guard down in a moment of extreme emotion, which ultimately leads to his death.
Sample Post:
They say you don't feel the bullet that finally kills you--but the dozen that came before it gave me a good idea of what was going to happen. Uncle, you did always say you can't be a good person and survive, but for being good and dead this sure isn’t what I expected of Heaven. Kind of disappointing. In fact, between the shotgun and the speakers going on about murder it’s more like...Damn.
Man! Isn’t this hilarious. Kicked the bucket and I’m still trying to figure a way out of this mess. Guess they thought their little Program was too boring without me around. Of course I aim to please, but hasn’t anyone heard about getting a well-earned rest on the sidelines once you’re taken out of the game? Fuckers.
Though if I really am still ‘playing’...this has to be some kind of joke. There's no way they’d let me get a hold of another laptop; much less give me one with internet access. Would they? I figured the government isn’t beyond trying anything to throw me off my game, but if those bastards think bombarding me with porn pop-ups is going to be distracting, they must not realize just how long it’s been since I rediscovered the internet. Old news, guys. These aren't anywhere near the best sites anyway. It looks like someone’s been hiding behind their own firewalls too long.
And then there's my competition. Brain damage mixed with excessive blood loss may have made the memories of my last moments a bit fuzzy, but I'm sure after I took six rounds to the chest I was far from capable of shambling after my attacker for a quarter mile. Actually, I was pretty much dealing with the lameness of my imminent death at that point. Talk about unfair. I never believed any of that 'all students are given equal chances' bull, but I just saw one of these guys pick up his arm and stick it back on. How do they even try to pass that off as equality? There’s a lot of things being kept secret from the public, but what stays where on the human body is pretty general knowledge. I guess I'll have to ask the administrators about that little detail, right after I find where they’re holed up. Reprogramming the loudspeaker to blare nothing but 'Can't Stop the Rock' for the next five days ought to work. A little round about way of getting their attention, but I’m not the type to raise my hand.
Some of us can’t just stick it back if it gets sliced off you know. And I’m fresh out of duct tape.
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