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Character: Hannibal Lecter
Series: Hannibal Rising
Character Age: 18
Canon: Hannibal Lecter is a charming and cultured young man. His likes include art, literature, flower arrangement, and exchanging haikus with his milfy foster mother. His dislikes are rudeness, bullies, and police inspectors. He's a polite and hard-working medical student. In his spare time, he eats people's faces.
Born to a Lithuanian count, Hannibal had a peaceful and privileged childhood until driven from his castle by the events of World War II. His immediate family was wiped out, most significantly his younger sister Mischa, who was killed and eaten by Nazi deserters. Because of this, Hannibal spent the next five years plagued by nightmares, muteness, and amnesia. Hannibal Rising is the emo backstory tale of his revenge on everyone involved, and his descent into serial murder and cannibalism.
Sample Post:
Dear Madam Director,
I am writing this letter to formally thank you for inviting me into your quaint facility. I do hope you will accept me here. The brochure informed me that, in order for my application to be well-received, I would need a hook, but it failed to specify a length, girth, or degree of sharpness. In the end, I used my own judgment. I don't think you'll be disappointed. Oh, and there is a glaring error which I hope you can fix in future publications; I should not have to tell you that the name is Camp Fuck You Die, not Camp Ate Your Sister.
On that note, I will confess some initial apprehensions. The gorillas would be more courteous if they came gelded, and it strikes me as cheap when you tacitly pass that duty onto the campers. I also find the shambling undead to be quite tasteless, but the worst travesty is the library. Books do not edify one's mind simply by the virtue of being books, as anyone who's read I Have Four Daddies, Atlanta Nights, or Lestat can tell you. It doesn't help that the Necronomicon is perpetually checked out.
Still, intellectual opportunities are plentiful and I am grateful for them. The internet is a particularly fascinating tool, with a seemingly endless wealth of information and art at my fingertips. I discover something new every day. I suppose that sooner or later, I shall have to learn how to navigate it outside of GUROchan. The moogles intrigue me as well. I find myself wondering... if a monster were to eat one of your campers - or you, perhaps - would he find himself hungry again in a half hour? The question begs answering.
But please, excuse me. I do not mean to dwell on these notes of constructive criticism. The brochure did warn me to avoid a simple list of the things I saw (again, it failed to specify anything so insignificant as the type of saw or kerf of the blade), and I wouldn't want to bore you. Allow me to conclude this letter by saying that I hope it reaches you in the best of health, and that you will have the courtesy to continue our correspondence.
Sincerely yours,
Hannibal Lecter
PS. I hope you don't mind, but I've taken the liberty of contacting the hospital and cafeteria. I'd like to volunteer.
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