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Character name: Cross Marian
Series: D.Gray-man
Character Age: Unknown (appears to be in his mid-twenties)
Job: Camp Wine Taster
Canon: D.Gray-man is, simply put, a story about the epic battle between the Vatican's exorcists and the Earl of Millennium plus the Noah family. The Earl's real objectives are currently a mystery, but fighting him, the Noahs, and the Akumas (undead monsters) created by the Earl is the exorcists' duty. In any case, Allen Walker is the protagonist, our local Jesus and a certain character's personal slave. Who, you might ask? Well. Basically, most of Allen's traumas come from a very special man named Cross Marian: one of the exorcists' Generals, Allen's teacher, and one of the dirtiest bastards in the world.
Cross Marian is extremely powerful and was quite a mystery for a while. A womanizing, demanding, and hard to please man with an exquisite taste in wines, Cross was once a scientist before joining the Vatican. Most of his motives are unknown, but that is of no importance. What you should know and worry about is that if you’re a pretty woman, this man is more than likely to hit on you and you will like it. Being popular with women, using brutal force and leaving his apprentice (and anyone who happen to be looking for him) to pay off his debts, he likes wandering around the world. While Cross is intelligent and composed, he is at the same time very rough, gruff and blunt at times. And if that wasn't enough, he only allows clean people to be near him . . . unless you’re a dirty good-looking woman, that is. Oh yeah, he's the only one who knows about that little thing we would like to call the whole plot of the manga.
(Note: Name dropping was done with permission of the player.)
Sample Entry:
It looks like I'll be your Camp Wine Taster from now on, which means I'm staying here for an indefinite amount of time. According to your adorable miss Director, you all lack any kind of knowledge in this serious field, and she found it as pathetic as I did when I had . . . a meeting with her. For that matter and as an introduction to the art that is "tasting," I have gathered a stupid group of helpers. Here. But before I start, someone better take care of the pestilent zombies over there. I don’t plan on letting them taste any part of me or the ladies here present; all the men will not be part of this demonstration and they should leave immediately. They can keep the zombies entertained for all I care. I, meanwhile, will be spending some quality time with these lovely creatures. After all, women are like a good wine.
Now that we're clear on that subject we can move on to our lesson. Oh, but first... Hey you, bring me some of the wines I asked for beforehand, and you better do it quickly. And stop scratching your back already and get some food for all of us on the way. While we wait, I must say this place is quite a disgrace. How do you all manage to survive in such a filthy place? I won't mind it so much as long as I can be around such charming company and good wine, myself. On that note, loves, please be sure to write down your names and cabin name or number on the paper the idiotic gorilla will pass around at the end. It will be kept in strict confidence, I assure you. I'll personally make sure no one tries to leak your personal information; I always need someone to practice target shooting on from time to time. Because, you see, my dears, I know more than a few things about guns. You wouldn't believe the incredible number of weird animals you are able to find when you are out there, getting to know the world. Or the dangers, as well.
It was about time you got back. I was starting to think it was a mistake to have entrusted him with this task. Now then. Would any of you, my dear sweeties, mind moving forward and sharing a glass with me? You, love? Be my guest. May I get your name? Ah. It's quite an exotic name, indeed. Fill up her glass, stupid gorilla; I'm sure they're dying to have something better to eat than that disgusting thing the cooks are preparing these days. That horrendous soup would fit better for the likes of the zombies, or anyone who is into cannibalism. And I'm sure none of you are, am I right? Biting is always good in my book, however, but we're diverting away too much from our topic at hand.
The basics in "tasting" consist in judging several factors: appearance, the fragrance in glass, the sensations you can feel in the mouth while you taste it, and finally, the aftertaste. If you ask me, I find it similar to another kind of intense sensation, don't you all agree? After you add them all up it's possible to determine the complexity and personality of the wine. I'd be more than honored to further explain it to anyone who is interested, but… right now we must go, it's getting late-
-And what's that, the bill? Give it to my stupid student, filthy excuse of a human being. I'll be too busy giving these ladies some intensive lessons.
((Voting went here. OMG GUYS WHAT, I'M PLAYING CROSS))
Series: D.Gray-man
Character Age: Unknown (appears to be in his mid-twenties)
Job: Camp Wine Taster
Canon: D.Gray-man is, simply put, a story about the epic battle between the Vatican's exorcists and the Earl of Millennium plus the Noah family. The Earl's real objectives are currently a mystery, but fighting him, the Noahs, and the Akumas (undead monsters) created by the Earl is the exorcists' duty. In any case, Allen Walker is the protagonist, our local Jesus and a certain character's personal slave. Who, you might ask? Well. Basically, most of Allen's traumas come from a very special man named Cross Marian: one of the exorcists' Generals, Allen's teacher, and one of the dirtiest bastards in the world.
Cross Marian is extremely powerful and was quite a mystery for a while. A womanizing, demanding, and hard to please man with an exquisite taste in wines, Cross was once a scientist before joining the Vatican. Most of his motives are unknown, but that is of no importance. What you should know and worry about is that if you’re a pretty woman, this man is more than likely to hit on you and you will like it. Being popular with women, using brutal force and leaving his apprentice (and anyone who happen to be looking for him) to pay off his debts, he likes wandering around the world. While Cross is intelligent and composed, he is at the same time very rough, gruff and blunt at times. And if that wasn't enough, he only allows clean people to be near him . . . unless you’re a dirty good-looking woman, that is. Oh yeah, he's the only one who knows about that little thing we would like to call the whole plot of the manga.
(Note: Name dropping was done with permission of the player.)
Sample Entry:
It looks like I'll be your Camp Wine Taster from now on, which means I'm staying here for an indefinite amount of time. According to your adorable miss Director, you all lack any kind of knowledge in this serious field, and she found it as pathetic as I did when I had . . . a meeting with her. For that matter and as an introduction to the art that is "tasting," I have gathered a stupid group of helpers. Here. But before I start, someone better take care of the pestilent zombies over there. I don’t plan on letting them taste any part of me or the ladies here present; all the men will not be part of this demonstration and they should leave immediately. They can keep the zombies entertained for all I care. I, meanwhile, will be spending some quality time with these lovely creatures. After all, women are like a good wine.
Now that we're clear on that subject we can move on to our lesson. Oh, but first... Hey you, bring me some of the wines I asked for beforehand, and you better do it quickly. And stop scratching your back already and get some food for all of us on the way. While we wait, I must say this place is quite a disgrace. How do you all manage to survive in such a filthy place? I won't mind it so much as long as I can be around such charming company and good wine, myself. On that note, loves, please be sure to write down your names and cabin name or number on the paper the idiotic gorilla will pass around at the end. It will be kept in strict confidence, I assure you. I'll personally make sure no one tries to leak your personal information; I always need someone to practice target shooting on from time to time. Because, you see, my dears, I know more than a few things about guns. You wouldn't believe the incredible number of weird animals you are able to find when you are out there, getting to know the world. Or the dangers, as well.
It was about time you got back. I was starting to think it was a mistake to have entrusted him with this task. Now then. Would any of you, my dear sweeties, mind moving forward and sharing a glass with me? You, love? Be my guest. May I get your name? Ah. It's quite an exotic name, indeed. Fill up her glass, stupid gorilla; I'm sure they're dying to have something better to eat than that disgusting thing the cooks are preparing these days. That horrendous soup would fit better for the likes of the zombies, or anyone who is into cannibalism. And I'm sure none of you are, am I right? Biting is always good in my book, however, but we're diverting away too much from our topic at hand.
The basics in "tasting" consist in judging several factors: appearance, the fragrance in glass, the sensations you can feel in the mouth while you taste it, and finally, the aftertaste. If you ask me, I find it similar to another kind of intense sensation, don't you all agree? After you add them all up it's possible to determine the complexity and personality of the wine. I'd be more than honored to further explain it to anyone who is interested, but… right now we must go, it's getting late-
-And what's that, the bill? Give it to my stupid student, filthy excuse of a human being. I'll be too busy giving these ladies some intensive lessons.
((Voting went here. OMG GUYS WHAT, I'M PLAYING CROSS))