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Character: Kakei Shun
Series: Eyeshield 21
Character Age: 16
Canon: Eyeshield 21, like most other sports manga, features a wide variety of rival teams that the protagonists, the Deimon Devil Bats, must face and win against in order to achieve their goal of playing in the Christmas Bowl. One such rival team member is Kakei Shun, the tall linebacker for the Kyoshin Poseidon.
Serious almost to a fault, Kakei is completely devoted to his team and ensuring that they move onto the semi-finals, so that he can meet the Eyeshield 21 that he met in America on the field once more. Upon meeting Kobayakawa Sena's Eyeshield 21, he immediately denounces him as a fake and swears to defeat the imposter, no matter what.
Needless to say? Kakei Has Issues and spends much of his time slamming down teacups while making said dramatic statements. He takes his training and everything it includes very seriously, to the point where he's a bit of a dork about it. Beneath his strict demeanor, though, is a young man who really does care a lot about his team, particularly the enthusiastic Mizumachi, and works as hard as he can so that they can succeed -- even if it does make him look absolutely ridiculous at times.
Sample Post:
This is not the real Camp Fak-ah-Di.
Campers, I hate to be the one to tell you this. I realize that several of you have made your way out here with high hopes; that perhaps a highly regarded camp such as this could expand your horizons and "open new doors that you never thought possible," as the pamphlet would tell you in so many words.
Not true.
The director of this grotesque establishment has been lying to you. I had high hopes for a place much like this once, and did not settle for cheap knock-offs like "Camp Falcon Horse Lover" or "Camp Lil Angels Kids Spa." I attended the true Camp Fak-ah-Di two years ago, and this dump hardly compares to the real thing. Where is the equipment? Helmets for your football players, saddles for the equestrians, even canoes for the youngest of campers? The camp that I was familiar with had everything a camper could possibly need right at their fingertips.
And yet, there is nothing here save for old shotguns and half-eaten oars. The best that I have found here, if one could even define it as equipment, is a perky, bug-eyed paperclip by the name of "Clippy" that insists on popping up at the most inopportune moments and asking me if I require help with anything. No, I do not want to save my document.
That does not even begin to scratch the surface of how much this fake director has corrupted the good name of the camp I knew . . . but I may have been too fast to discount Madame and this false camp's ability to open such "new doors." I can see why many of you would choose to settle for less, since you apparently believe that the invasive flora and fauna provide far more of a challenge than the usual obstacle course. I won't even begin to cover the abilities of your rotting opponents -- I'm certain you've heard about them ad nauseum. Nevertheless, such things fail to compare to what this camp should really be, bearing the moniker of Fak--
--ah, one moment. Excuse me? . . . this is Camp "Fuck You Die?"
. . . Believe me, Camp. It's mutual.
--
Voting went here and man, that was nerve-wracking at first.
Series: Eyeshield 21
Character Age: 16
Canon: Eyeshield 21, like most other sports manga, features a wide variety of rival teams that the protagonists, the Deimon Devil Bats, must face and win against in order to achieve their goal of playing in the Christmas Bowl. One such rival team member is Kakei Shun, the tall linebacker for the Kyoshin Poseidon.
Serious almost to a fault, Kakei is completely devoted to his team and ensuring that they move onto the semi-finals, so that he can meet the Eyeshield 21 that he met in America on the field once more. Upon meeting Kobayakawa Sena's Eyeshield 21, he immediately denounces him as a fake and swears to defeat the imposter, no matter what.
Needless to say? Kakei Has Issues and spends much of his time slamming down teacups while making said dramatic statements. He takes his training and everything it includes very seriously, to the point where he's a bit of a dork about it. Beneath his strict demeanor, though, is a young man who really does care a lot about his team, particularly the enthusiastic Mizumachi, and works as hard as he can so that they can succeed -- even if it does make him look absolutely ridiculous at times.
Sample Post:
This is not the real Camp Fak-ah-Di.
Campers, I hate to be the one to tell you this. I realize that several of you have made your way out here with high hopes; that perhaps a highly regarded camp such as this could expand your horizons and "open new doors that you never thought possible," as the pamphlet would tell you in so many words.
Not true.
The director of this grotesque establishment has been lying to you. I had high hopes for a place much like this once, and did not settle for cheap knock-offs like "Camp Falcon Horse Lover" or "Camp Lil Angels Kids Spa." I attended the true Camp Fak-ah-Di two years ago, and this dump hardly compares to the real thing. Where is the equipment? Helmets for your football players, saddles for the equestrians, even canoes for the youngest of campers? The camp that I was familiar with had everything a camper could possibly need right at their fingertips.
And yet, there is nothing here save for old shotguns and half-eaten oars. The best that I have found here, if one could even define it as equipment, is a perky, bug-eyed paperclip by the name of "Clippy" that insists on popping up at the most inopportune moments and asking me if I require help with anything. No, I do not want to save my document.
That does not even begin to scratch the surface of how much this fake director has corrupted the good name of the camp I knew . . . but I may have been too fast to discount Madame and this false camp's ability to open such "new doors." I can see why many of you would choose to settle for less, since you apparently believe that the invasive flora and fauna provide far more of a challenge than the usual obstacle course. I won't even begin to cover the abilities of your rotting opponents -- I'm certain you've heard about them ad nauseum. Nevertheless, such things fail to compare to what this camp should really be, bearing the moniker of Fak--
--ah, one moment. Excuse me? . . . this is Camp "Fuck You Die?"
. . . Believe me, Camp. It's mutual.
--
Voting went here and man, that was nerve-wracking at first.