[ooc] We deliver even to the gates of Hell!
Character: Sonoda Mari
Series: Kamen Rider 555
Character Age: 16
Canon: In an admirable effort to produce the closest thing to Darwin's worst nightmare, the next step in the evolution of humans in the world of Kamen Rider 555 is the Orphnochs. Some can fly, others have an enhanced sense of smell and there are those with two sets of legs, but the one thing they all have in common is their monster-like good looks. An Evil Organization™ by the name of Smart Brain is tracking down all these advanced humans and gently guiding them through the use of threats into attacking regular humans for fun, profit, and more Orphnochs. And they'd have gotten away with it, if it weren't for the former chief of Smart Brain sending henshin belts to three of his many adopted children.
Sonoda Mari is one of these children. Despite her age, Mari is fairly independent and has no desire to be a hero. Upon receiving the transforming belt, she sets out to Tokyo to give it back to her father. After she arrives in Tokyo, she starts working in a dry cleaning business, along with one of her friends, Keitaro. While Mari isn't an ill-spirited person in the least, she finds Keitaro's heroic dreams impractical and rather troublesome. She's also impatient and doesn't like people to waste her time. If they do, she'll loudly tell them how to shape up. It's tough love, really. Yet Mari isn't without good traits-she believes in the good of her friends, even when there's overwhelming proof to the contrary; this has occasionally backfired on her. She enjoys gossiping about boys and her dream is to be a beautician.
Sample Post:
Okay, that's it. I know I told Keitaro that I'd drive straight to the address and make the delivery, but I don't think I'm in Tokyo anymore. The English names were a big clue, but it was those orange signs with skulls and crossed bones all over the fences that definitely did it. I'd let it pass as long as the fences weren't torn down and rusting through. I know Keitaro wants to help everyone, but this is a bit too much! Who'd need their whites cleaned in here? If anything, they should stock on cargo patterns to hide from whoever's moaning like that. He couldn't pay me enough to do this. As it is, most people wouldn't think "free food and board" is a good salary.
I guess he'll get upset if I don't do it, so let's take a look at the address again. "Mr. and Mrs. Toucan, Treehouse of Terror #13, Camp Fuck You Die." See, I was right. With a last name like that, they can't be Japanese. Now, if I could only make out the shape of a treehouse in the moonlight, I could be done and home with enough time to take down those posters saying, "We deliver even to the gates of Hell in less than 3 hours, or your money back!" They're really not meant to be taken literally!
Oh, here it is! I'll just ring the doorbell and-hAHH! What are you doing hanging out here at this hour?! This is no time for baby toucans to be curling up all the way down on the ground. You could scare somebody! Somebody besides me! Look, look! I dropped the bags and now they're all dirty. That's your fault! No, don't give me the excuse that you fell from the nest and can't fly back. I've already wasted a lot of time and I'm not going to stay here for you. So, come on, spread your wings and I'll lift you up. Do it before I change my mind!
See, that's much better. Your parents are already coming out to welcome you back in. I've never met a family of birds before; seeing this though, I can tell they're good people too. -Oh, no! What are you doing, Mrs. Toucan? Don't peck and push so hard! Stop, you're hurting me! Why, why did you do it? Maybe I shouldn't have held your baby? Maybe you don't like the smell of mud? Whatever it is, you can talk like me! So that's why I know you can understand me. And that's why I still believe that inside, you're just like a human.
Fine. Even better than one, since you have psychic senses. Still, I don't think that because we're dry cleaners, I should learn about brainwashing. Thanks for the offer, but you don't have to teach me a lesson. I said, no . . . !
. . . Toucans, good. Humans, bad.
(( voting was here! 45 IN, 3 OUT. 93.8% ))
Series: Kamen Rider 555
Character Age: 16
Canon: In an admirable effort to produce the closest thing to Darwin's worst nightmare, the next step in the evolution of humans in the world of Kamen Rider 555 is the Orphnochs. Some can fly, others have an enhanced sense of smell and there are those with two sets of legs, but the one thing they all have in common is their monster-like good looks. An Evil Organization™ by the name of Smart Brain is tracking down all these advanced humans and gently guiding them through the use of threats into attacking regular humans for fun, profit, and more Orphnochs. And they'd have gotten away with it, if it weren't for the former chief of Smart Brain sending henshin belts to three of his many adopted children.
Sonoda Mari is one of these children. Despite her age, Mari is fairly independent and has no desire to be a hero. Upon receiving the transforming belt, she sets out to Tokyo to give it back to her father. After she arrives in Tokyo, she starts working in a dry cleaning business, along with one of her friends, Keitaro. While Mari isn't an ill-spirited person in the least, she finds Keitaro's heroic dreams impractical and rather troublesome. She's also impatient and doesn't like people to waste her time. If they do, she'll loudly tell them how to shape up. It's tough love, really. Yet Mari isn't without good traits-she believes in the good of her friends, even when there's overwhelming proof to the contrary; this has occasionally backfired on her. She enjoys gossiping about boys and her dream is to be a beautician.
Sample Post:
Okay, that's it. I know I told Keitaro that I'd drive straight to the address and make the delivery, but I don't think I'm in Tokyo anymore. The English names were a big clue, but it was those orange signs with skulls and crossed bones all over the fences that definitely did it. I'd let it pass as long as the fences weren't torn down and rusting through. I know Keitaro wants to help everyone, but this is a bit too much! Who'd need their whites cleaned in here? If anything, they should stock on cargo patterns to hide from whoever's moaning like that. He couldn't pay me enough to do this. As it is, most people wouldn't think "free food and board" is a good salary.
I guess he'll get upset if I don't do it, so let's take a look at the address again. "Mr. and Mrs. Toucan, Treehouse of Terror #13, Camp Fuck You Die." See, I was right. With a last name like that, they can't be Japanese. Now, if I could only make out the shape of a treehouse in the moonlight, I could be done and home with enough time to take down those posters saying, "We deliver even to the gates of Hell in less than 3 hours, or your money back!" They're really not meant to be taken literally!
Oh, here it is! I'll just ring the doorbell and-hAHH! What are you doing hanging out here at this hour?! This is no time for baby toucans to be curling up all the way down on the ground. You could scare somebody! Somebody besides me! Look, look! I dropped the bags and now they're all dirty. That's your fault! No, don't give me the excuse that you fell from the nest and can't fly back. I've already wasted a lot of time and I'm not going to stay here for you. So, come on, spread your wings and I'll lift you up. Do it before I change my mind!
See, that's much better. Your parents are already coming out to welcome you back in. I've never met a family of birds before; seeing this though, I can tell they're good people too. -Oh, no! What are you doing, Mrs. Toucan? Don't peck and push so hard! Stop, you're hurting me! Why, why did you do it? Maybe I shouldn't have held your baby? Maybe you don't like the smell of mud? Whatever it is, you can talk like me! So that's why I know you can understand me. And that's why I still believe that inside, you're just like a human.
Fine. Even better than one, since you have psychic senses. Still, I don't think that because we're dry cleaners, I should learn about brainwashing. Thanks for the offer, but you don't have to teach me a lesson. I said, no . . . !
. . . Toucans, good. Humans, bad.
(( voting was here! 45 IN, 3 OUT. 93.8% ))