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Name: Colonello
Age: 1 or so
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Canon: In the shady world of the Italian mafia, rejecting all explanation and logic, there exists an infamous group of powerful killer infants called the Arcobaleno: seven babies with histories as colorful as their rainbow pacifiers, and personalities as large and abusive as their arsenals. Reborn, a one-year-old hitman in a black suit and snappy hat, spends his time tutoring the unwilling hero Sawada Tsunayoshi to become the new Vongola family boss, and he does it with the liberal application of bullets and comedic pain. And then there's Colonello, the one-baby army that deals with intruders and family war breakouts on an illegally-funded private mafia paradise island. Colonello is a former member of the Italian special combat frogmen force Comsubin, a fully-fledged Spartan soldier of war, and Reborn's ally and rival. He wears standard issue steel-toed baby boots, military uniform, and carries anti-tank weaponry four times his height as his favored weapon - and in Colonello's frank opinion, it's no wonder Tsuna's taking so long to succeed with a tutor as soft as Reborn. What kind of impact does he expect to make on his pupil with puny bullets like that?
Basically, Colonello is a tiny, surly, violent, overpowered drill sergeant. He tosses students into shark-infested whirlpools and blows up warships in battle-glee, but if war breaks out during naptime, he's gonna nap. Over his "years" he's been a mentor to thousands of students, and has refined his experience with training stupid fighters down to an art; he'll even deliver a nearly-fatal blow to his own student right off the bat, bringing out his Desperate True Power himself instead of leaving it to a real enemy. He takes a lot of pride in his students, though - even if it nearly kills them to survive his training.
Sample Post:
Hey, what kind of cheap camp is this? The family that owns this place isn't spending its dirty money right if they can't even clean up their own bodies with it, and an effective arsenal is the most basic source of the mafia's pride! I've barely started working these kids and I've already busted six shotguns on them - if these cheap things can't handle a few love taps on human skulls without breaking apart, they're no good for combat! It's going to be a pain getting decent weapons so far away from my usual dealers' supply routes. I should have known the training grounds would be in such poor condition when Reborn came crying to me about needing help with his students in America.
Listen up, recruits! I'm not soft like Reborn, so your faces had better prepare for the imprints of my boots! It's been a long time since I've taken over 300 students at once, and you're all at completely different levels. I'm splitting you into groups, got it? All of you attack each other! No killing allowed, this is survival elimination. The weakest will crawl out first; you noodle-body failures will start off easy with some endurance training. I want ten gorilla hides each by nightfall. Don't come back until you've managed it. Once you smash them in the face and skin them yourself, you can move up to the next step.
The next hundred who get knocked out can join the early recruits in the lake-- Hey, you! Where are you going? Get back in there! What the hell do you think you're in there for, swimming laps? Do I look like your gym teacher? Go back and fight the monster! Don't whine to me about not having a weapon, it's not even armored. You don't eat if you don't sever some tentacles and cook them yourself, and if you cheat on making your own fire, you go back in the lake! Try to escape and you'll train as an anchor. Don't disappoint me!
Everyone who stays past the first two hundred down, you pass. You'll help me build your obstacle course. Everyone catch a snake or get a cut of a violating tree for the pit I've prepared for you, and get used to these decent weapons before tomorrow. If you can't lift the grenade launchers, lift boulders until you can! You'll all understand the beauty of a huge, tide-turning blast once you feel it in close-quarters combat, and bond with each other as comrades and moving targets.
Hey, got it?! Dismissed!
((Voting went here, hey!))
Age: 1 or so
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Canon: In the shady world of the Italian mafia, rejecting all explanation and logic, there exists an infamous group of powerful killer infants called the Arcobaleno: seven babies with histories as colorful as their rainbow pacifiers, and personalities as large and abusive as their arsenals. Reborn, a one-year-old hitman in a black suit and snappy hat, spends his time tutoring the unwilling hero Sawada Tsunayoshi to become the new Vongola family boss, and he does it with the liberal application of bullets and comedic pain. And then there's Colonello, the one-baby army that deals with intruders and family war breakouts on an illegally-funded private mafia paradise island. Colonello is a former member of the Italian special combat frogmen force Comsubin, a fully-fledged Spartan soldier of war, and Reborn's ally and rival. He wears standard issue steel-toed baby boots, military uniform, and carries anti-tank weaponry four times his height as his favored weapon - and in Colonello's frank opinion, it's no wonder Tsuna's taking so long to succeed with a tutor as soft as Reborn. What kind of impact does he expect to make on his pupil with puny bullets like that?
Basically, Colonello is a tiny, surly, violent, overpowered drill sergeant. He tosses students into shark-infested whirlpools and blows up warships in battle-glee, but if war breaks out during naptime, he's gonna nap. Over his "years" he's been a mentor to thousands of students, and has refined his experience with training stupid fighters down to an art; he'll even deliver a nearly-fatal blow to his own student right off the bat, bringing out his Desperate True Power himself instead of leaving it to a real enemy. He takes a lot of pride in his students, though - even if it nearly kills them to survive his training.
Sample Post:
Hey, what kind of cheap camp is this? The family that owns this place isn't spending its dirty money right if they can't even clean up their own bodies with it, and an effective arsenal is the most basic source of the mafia's pride! I've barely started working these kids and I've already busted six shotguns on them - if these cheap things can't handle a few love taps on human skulls without breaking apart, they're no good for combat! It's going to be a pain getting decent weapons so far away from my usual dealers' supply routes. I should have known the training grounds would be in such poor condition when Reborn came crying to me about needing help with his students in America.
Listen up, recruits! I'm not soft like Reborn, so your faces had better prepare for the imprints of my boots! It's been a long time since I've taken over 300 students at once, and you're all at completely different levels. I'm splitting you into groups, got it? All of you attack each other! No killing allowed, this is survival elimination. The weakest will crawl out first; you noodle-body failures will start off easy with some endurance training. I want ten gorilla hides each by nightfall. Don't come back until you've managed it. Once you smash them in the face and skin them yourself, you can move up to the next step.
The next hundred who get knocked out can join the early recruits in the lake-- Hey, you! Where are you going? Get back in there! What the hell do you think you're in there for, swimming laps? Do I look like your gym teacher? Go back and fight the monster! Don't whine to me about not having a weapon, it's not even armored. You don't eat if you don't sever some tentacles and cook them yourself, and if you cheat on making your own fire, you go back in the lake! Try to escape and you'll train as an anchor. Don't disappoint me!
Everyone who stays past the first two hundred down, you pass. You'll help me build your obstacle course. Everyone catch a snake or get a cut of a violating tree for the pit I've prepared for you, and get used to these decent weapons before tomorrow. If you can't lift the grenade launchers, lift boulders until you can! You'll all understand the beauty of a huge, tide-turning blast once you feel it in close-quarters combat, and bond with each other as comrades and moving targets.
Hey, got it?! Dismissed!
((Voting went here, hey!))