App post!
Character: Manji
Series: Blade of the Immortal
Character Age: 26 (immortal)
Job: Zombie Culture Study and Understanding
Canon: Blade of the Immortal is set in feudal Japan with a sharp modern twist on the language, where the Shinsengumi are the "world's baddest ronin gang" and yotaka are hookers - think Samurai Champloo.
When Manji of the Twelve Swords was about to die a dog's death, an eight-hundred year old nun on a quest to save some bastard souls just happened to be passing by. She decided to give Manji the means to find his path in life, and stuffed his body full of magical parasitic worms - worms that heal any wound and glue any limb, effectively turning him into an immortal samurai-style zombie! It's time to give up the sword, shave his head, and settle into a zen lifestyle as a monk, right?
Yeah, right. Manji is tough, surly, arrogant, and blunt. He has no patience for fancy words or bullshit, and his two talents are killing people and mouthing off. But it's not like he's a bad guy, so he cuts a bet with the nun: if he kills a thousand evil men, he gets back his right to die in peace. Thanks to this vow, but mostly thanks to the fact that he's a protective sucker with a little sister complex, he becomes the bodyguard of a sixteen-year-old girl with a hell of a sob story. Mellowed a touch since gaining his immortality, he now spends his days following her all over the country, keeping her alive on her quest to kill her parents' murderers and occasionally letting her buy extra dessert with a pat on her head. Oh, and he loses his limbs so often in the process of protecting her that he and his allies spend more time complaining about finding them than actually worrying.
Sample App:
Normally I'd say something here like, "First things first: help me find my fucking leg." But I have some circumstances, and they say I gotta make myself an introduction and talk to you twerps for a spell. So don't start thinking I'm fine and dandy with having three out of four limbs at the moment - in fact, I am in a lot of fucking pain. Which can be your first lesson of the day! Now everyone shut the hell up and put your damn shotguns down long enough to open your friggin' ears.
I see a few of you sharper brats have some gears turning already. I'll give it to you straight: I'm your new counselor, here to shed a little light on the mysteries of not being able to die from a "personal perspective," or some highfalutin horseshit like that. Your leader-woman's a born comedian, kids, because when I told her I was the last immortal son of a bitch out there to teach a pack of brats some tolerance, she said I was perfect. So I hope you don't mind if I'm a little rough around the edges on my teaching style, but what you see is what you get. Well, part of it. The rest of me is somewhere back in the damn woods, heh.
Let me set one thing straight right off the bat - I ain't one of your "zombies." I ain't here to build happy bridges of understanding, and I sure as hell ain't gonna tell you to quit shooting them. Better them than me. Manji-sensei isn't here to be nice; he's here to be informative. For example, getting shot between the eyes? Still hurts, but not as bad as anywhere else since your nerves get all spotty. So if you're a sick son of a bitch, go for the gut, but if you're a sap, keep right on aiming for the brain pan. See, we're learning!
Now that I've made a bunch of tiny new friends, we can finally get to our first club activity! Which will be finding my leg. Here's a hint: It's not fucking slimy and green, or at least it won't be as long as you hurry up about it. Remember kids, this is for cultural understanding. Put yourself in my shoe - You're hungry, you're pissed off, you reach down to scratch an itch at your leg and it isn't there. What's the first thing you think? Yeah, shit, wouldn't I have noticed? I guess these things just happen here. Lucky me, eh?
Don't you worry about how it sticks back on. If you really want that much understanding, you can wait until I can wiggle all ten toes again.
Just remember to be careful with it, got that? I'm ticklish.
Voted in at 63/2 96.9% here. W-wow you guys.
Series: Blade of the Immortal
Character Age: 26 (immortal)
Job: Zombie Culture Study and Understanding
Canon: Blade of the Immortal is set in feudal Japan with a sharp modern twist on the language, where the Shinsengumi are the "world's baddest ronin gang" and yotaka are hookers - think Samurai Champloo.
When Manji of the Twelve Swords was about to die a dog's death, an eight-hundred year old nun on a quest to save some bastard souls just happened to be passing by. She decided to give Manji the means to find his path in life, and stuffed his body full of magical parasitic worms - worms that heal any wound and glue any limb, effectively turning him into an immortal samurai-style zombie! It's time to give up the sword, shave his head, and settle into a zen lifestyle as a monk, right?
Yeah, right. Manji is tough, surly, arrogant, and blunt. He has no patience for fancy words or bullshit, and his two talents are killing people and mouthing off. But it's not like he's a bad guy, so he cuts a bet with the nun: if he kills a thousand evil men, he gets back his right to die in peace. Thanks to this vow, but mostly thanks to the fact that he's a protective sucker with a little sister complex, he becomes the bodyguard of a sixteen-year-old girl with a hell of a sob story. Mellowed a touch since gaining his immortality, he now spends his days following her all over the country, keeping her alive on her quest to kill her parents' murderers and occasionally letting her buy extra dessert with a pat on her head. Oh, and he loses his limbs so often in the process of protecting her that he and his allies spend more time complaining about finding them than actually worrying.
Sample App:
Normally I'd say something here like, "First things first: help me find my fucking leg." But I have some circumstances, and they say I gotta make myself an introduction and talk to you twerps for a spell. So don't start thinking I'm fine and dandy with having three out of four limbs at the moment - in fact, I am in a lot of fucking pain. Which can be your first lesson of the day! Now everyone shut the hell up and put your damn shotguns down long enough to open your friggin' ears.
I see a few of you sharper brats have some gears turning already. I'll give it to you straight: I'm your new counselor, here to shed a little light on the mysteries of not being able to die from a "personal perspective," or some highfalutin horseshit like that. Your leader-woman's a born comedian, kids, because when I told her I was the last immortal son of a bitch out there to teach a pack of brats some tolerance, she said I was perfect. So I hope you don't mind if I'm a little rough around the edges on my teaching style, but what you see is what you get. Well, part of it. The rest of me is somewhere back in the damn woods, heh.
Let me set one thing straight right off the bat - I ain't one of your "zombies." I ain't here to build happy bridges of understanding, and I sure as hell ain't gonna tell you to quit shooting them. Better them than me. Manji-sensei isn't here to be nice; he's here to be informative. For example, getting shot between the eyes? Still hurts, but not as bad as anywhere else since your nerves get all spotty. So if you're a sick son of a bitch, go for the gut, but if you're a sap, keep right on aiming for the brain pan. See, we're learning!
Now that I've made a bunch of tiny new friends, we can finally get to our first club activity! Which will be finding my leg. Here's a hint: It's not fucking slimy and green, or at least it won't be as long as you hurry up about it. Remember kids, this is for cultural understanding. Put yourself in my shoe - You're hungry, you're pissed off, you reach down to scratch an itch at your leg and it isn't there. What's the first thing you think? Yeah, shit, wouldn't I have noticed? I guess these things just happen here. Lucky me, eh?
Don't you worry about how it sticks back on. If you really want that much understanding, you can wait until I can wiggle all ten toes again.
Just remember to be careful with it, got that? I'm ticklish.
Voted in at 63/2 96.9% here. W-wow you guys.