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Name: Ten-chan
Series: Petshop of Horrors
Age: Appears to be in mid-to-late teens.
Canon: If you're walking through Chinatown down a particularly shady street, and you just might come across Count D's Pet Shop, where they sell any pet you can possibly imagine, suited just for the customer. The proprietor, a shadowy figure known only as 'D' runs the shop, and will provide you with just the right companion that you need. But the price tag may not be what you expected...
Among the rare and exotic animals housed in Count D's Pet Shop, few are as unique as Ten-chan. Known only by an affectionate nickname, Ten-chan's real name is unknown, and as is often the case, so is his true form. To some people, he may appear as the adorable kitten they always wanted, or the loyal golden retriever from their childhood. Yet to a select few, he will appear not as their favorite pet, but as a young man with wild hair, eccentric clothing, and an ever-present grin on his face. Ten-chan is charismatic, laid-back, a bit of a flirt, and has an air of mystery about him. He strives to do a good job and make every customer happy, and with his uncanny ability to read people, he rarely fails. What powers this cunning shapeshifter has are not always clear, but if you've met him once and been able to smile, then he's done his job.
Sample Post:
It's not my place to judge a person by what their favorite pet is. I'm just the actor, I don't question the director, you know? If the little girl wants a kitty cat, that's cool. If she wants a komodo dragon, hey, that's peachy. Komodo dragons are pretty swell kids you know, if you ever get the chance to meet one (just don't make 'em mad, 'cause those claws of theirs are sharper than they look.) Anyway, I don't have a problem with cats or komodo dragons or prancing unicorns or whatever. But things get kinda weird when their greatest desire is to have a big gooey monster with tentacles that go... places. Seriously, I know it's their prerogative, but I'm pretty sure that's breaching some kind of customer-pet contract and if that's the case... well, you wanna take it up with the Count, is all I'm saying.
But hey, don't sweat it. I've been everything from dodo birds to dinosaurs to jabberwocks, so it's no biggie if I grow a few extra appendages, right? I hear that happens a lot around these parts! Pretty soon you folks will be running me out of a job. Or maybe I'll just blend in with the crowd and if you want to find me you'll have to search every nook and cranny for me, too. That wouldn't be so bad, either.
So, I figure it's about time I introduced myself. My name is -- well, actually, I'll leave that up to you. I don't have much of a preference, but if you're going to name me, you might as well make it a good one, am I right? I once knew a lady who insisted on giving all her pets a first, middle, and last name, each one with no less than four syllables. Sounds pretty wacky, huh? Some people have some real bizarre tastes, it's true. But she was a sweetheart and loved her animals, so as far as you know, Disgleirio Ginnungagap Cadwallader spoke only praise.
And it's cool if you don't want to call me something that's a mouthful. "Fluffy" or "Spot" works just as well. I met this really exotic lady on my way over here, name of Marcy. With a sweet name like that, you wouldn't imagine some of the crazy stuff she's into, but to each their own, right? Girl plays a mean game of Candy Land, that's for certain. Anyway, I'm sure whatever you folks pick will be great. Hey, I've got an idea -- since I'm gonna be playing it low-key for a while til the Count shows up, how about we play a little game of Hide and Seek, version Mimic? Never heard of it? Okay, it goes like this: It's just like regular hide and seek, only you're gonna be looking for the thing you want most. Just trust me on this one, doll, it's gonna be fun. Now close your eyes and count to thirty, don't think too hard, just count...
'Cause ready or not, here I come.
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Series: Petshop of Horrors
Age: Appears to be in mid-to-late teens.
Canon: If you're walking through Chinatown down a particularly shady street, and you just might come across Count D's Pet Shop, where they sell any pet you can possibly imagine, suited just for the customer. The proprietor, a shadowy figure known only as 'D' runs the shop, and will provide you with just the right companion that you need. But the price tag may not be what you expected...
Among the rare and exotic animals housed in Count D's Pet Shop, few are as unique as Ten-chan. Known only by an affectionate nickname, Ten-chan's real name is unknown, and as is often the case, so is his true form. To some people, he may appear as the adorable kitten they always wanted, or the loyal golden retriever from their childhood. Yet to a select few, he will appear not as their favorite pet, but as a young man with wild hair, eccentric clothing, and an ever-present grin on his face. Ten-chan is charismatic, laid-back, a bit of a flirt, and has an air of mystery about him. He strives to do a good job and make every customer happy, and with his uncanny ability to read people, he rarely fails. What powers this cunning shapeshifter has are not always clear, but if you've met him once and been able to smile, then he's done his job.
Sample Post:
It's not my place to judge a person by what their favorite pet is. I'm just the actor, I don't question the director, you know? If the little girl wants a kitty cat, that's cool. If she wants a komodo dragon, hey, that's peachy. Komodo dragons are pretty swell kids you know, if you ever get the chance to meet one (just don't make 'em mad, 'cause those claws of theirs are sharper than they look.) Anyway, I don't have a problem with cats or komodo dragons or prancing unicorns or whatever. But things get kinda weird when their greatest desire is to have a big gooey monster with tentacles that go... places. Seriously, I know it's their prerogative, but I'm pretty sure that's breaching some kind of customer-pet contract and if that's the case... well, you wanna take it up with the Count, is all I'm saying.
But hey, don't sweat it. I've been everything from dodo birds to dinosaurs to jabberwocks, so it's no biggie if I grow a few extra appendages, right? I hear that happens a lot around these parts! Pretty soon you folks will be running me out of a job. Or maybe I'll just blend in with the crowd and if you want to find me you'll have to search every nook and cranny for me, too. That wouldn't be so bad, either.
So, I figure it's about time I introduced myself. My name is -- well, actually, I'll leave that up to you. I don't have much of a preference, but if you're going to name me, you might as well make it a good one, am I right? I once knew a lady who insisted on giving all her pets a first, middle, and last name, each one with no less than four syllables. Sounds pretty wacky, huh? Some people have some real bizarre tastes, it's true. But she was a sweetheart and loved her animals, so as far as you know, Disgleirio Ginnungagap Cadwallader spoke only praise.
And it's cool if you don't want to call me something that's a mouthful. "Fluffy" or "Spot" works just as well. I met this really exotic lady on my way over here, name of Marcy. With a sweet name like that, you wouldn't imagine some of the crazy stuff she's into, but to each their own, right? Girl plays a mean game of Candy Land, that's for certain. Anyway, I'm sure whatever you folks pick will be great. Hey, I've got an idea -- since I'm gonna be playing it low-key for a while til the Count shows up, how about we play a little game of Hide and Seek, version Mimic? Never heard of it? Okay, it goes like this: It's just like regular hide and seek, only you're gonna be looking for the thing you want most. Just trust me on this one, doll, it's gonna be fun. Now close your eyes and count to thirty, don't think too hard, just count...
'Cause ready or not, here I come.
Voting went here! 94.5% omg.