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Name: Benkei
Series: Air Gear
Age: appears roughly 20
Canon: [SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 232 ON IN THE ENTIRE APP.] Air Gear is a story about rollerbladers in middle school. Really! Take one up and coming schoolyard punk, strap a pair of rocket engines on his feet, and tell him to go conquer the world-the world of AT, or Air Treck, that is. AT are the super popular motorized rollerblades that are becoming a fad everywhere, from the most high-spirited schoolkid, to the average salaryman, even to the mafia and the military. But still, the heart of the story is the tale of one Minami Ikki who wants to skate his way to the top of the AT underground, and the people whom he meets upon the way.
Benki, the second in command of Trident, a AT riding gang, is both a tough and gentle woman. To her, her duty to Trident comes first in her life. She's the brawn behind the brains of Yoshitsune (the leader of Trident), whose rude and lecherous ways she manages to barely tolerate, usually stopping just short of kicking him into the nearest wall. Using her considerable fighting and riding skills, she is sometimes referred to as Bishtemon, or "God of Warriors." Perhaps this is because she talks like she's from a samurai film, going from relaxed and casual language to dramatic proclamations, complete with gesturing with her pipe, when she's being serious. Considering that she was capable of shoving ten people at once into a wall with one well-aimed kick, the nickname is not entirely a jest. This is not to say that she's without her softer, happier, and more cheerful side: she loves showers, strawberries, leopard print clothing, talking with heartmarks, and being reassuring in her own caring, if not always helpful, way. She can be deceptively slow to anger, but when it manifests, the results are decisive, much like the time she cut off her own leg to escape a tank's claws. Seriously. It's a good thing she has a temporary leg replacement and a motorbike to get around on, isn't it?
Sample Post:
All right, listen up. I don't care if this is in America or if this is in Sweden or if this is in your dreams, this is supposed to be the road to Tokyo. I've got a delivery to make, and all you idiots are sitting in the middle of this road like a bunch of lumps. I'm not in the mood to clean your stinking guts off my windshield. If you'd just move it'd save us both a lot of time and effort. You don't see what's in it for you? I'd say I'd just kick your ass, but there's a small problem with that right now. But don't let that stop you from moving. Even if I can't get more than a leg to stand on, I think my fist should suffice to get my point across when my patience runs out in the next ten seconds. No rush or anything...say, is that a guidebook you're holding? The best guide you've ever had, huh? You're holding it the wrong way if you want to read it, but I guess it's better than what I have right now in the way of directions out of here. Can I borrow that?
Wait a second, this isn't a real guidebook. This Twelve Step Guide To Limb Loss: How To Enjoy Yourself When There's Less Of You To Love is useless to me. I'm not going to sit here and cry about what's happened, because then nothing will get done. "Sensing the sweetness inside, we want to bring out the inner you?" If you spend all your time reading crap like this, no wonder you all look like crap. What do you mean, I should stay to talk about my true feelings? Hah! I don't need to waste my time and effort on doing something a bunch of weaklings like you do. I've got a job to do, unlike you idiots, and I'm not going to let you stand in my way yelling your head off about how I'm "ruining the mood with my negative attitude." I'm already as sweet as I need to be. Sweeter than you can imagine! So if you'll step a little closer I'll be happy to show you how tender I can get. ♥
Aaah, the pleasure of a point well made. Since I'm recovering, I probably shouldn't have used as much force, but there's nothing like being a little firm to make sure that one's point is heard! And I think we managed to have a very meaningful talk. I'm glad we got this time together. We've really made progress on understanding each other a bit more, didn't we? Oh? What's this? I have an audience? Didn't even see you there. Flowers from an admirer? That's quite nice of you, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn down any offers of a date. I've spent a little too much time chatting here, and I promised to get my package there ASAP. You have something else you think will help? Well, I suppose I can spare a few more minutes for you-is that someone's leg?!
Did you just find it lying around? And you brought it straight here without even cleaning it off or figuring out whose it was? I'm not sure I'd call it fresh anymore what with these maggots, but it's certainly ripe. I'm afraid it's also far too short for me, and I've got no way to attach it properly. I really don't think I can accept this. You want me to keep it to remember you by? Trust me, I don't think that's going to be a problem. I think I'm going to need to make a detour by that volcano I passed. And a shower. Ugh.
94.1 percent. w-what.
Series: Air Gear
Age: appears roughly 20
Canon: [SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 232 ON IN THE ENTIRE APP.] Air Gear is a story about rollerbladers in middle school. Really! Take one up and coming schoolyard punk, strap a pair of rocket engines on his feet, and tell him to go conquer the world-the world of AT, or Air Treck, that is. AT are the super popular motorized rollerblades that are becoming a fad everywhere, from the most high-spirited schoolkid, to the average salaryman, even to the mafia and the military. But still, the heart of the story is the tale of one Minami Ikki who wants to skate his way to the top of the AT underground, and the people whom he meets upon the way.
Benki, the second in command of Trident, a AT riding gang, is both a tough and gentle woman. To her, her duty to Trident comes first in her life. She's the brawn behind the brains of Yoshitsune (the leader of Trident), whose rude and lecherous ways she manages to barely tolerate, usually stopping just short of kicking him into the nearest wall. Using her considerable fighting and riding skills, she is sometimes referred to as Bishtemon, or "God of Warriors." Perhaps this is because she talks like she's from a samurai film, going from relaxed and casual language to dramatic proclamations, complete with gesturing with her pipe, when she's being serious. Considering that she was capable of shoving ten people at once into a wall with one well-aimed kick, the nickname is not entirely a jest. This is not to say that she's without her softer, happier, and more cheerful side: she loves showers, strawberries, leopard print clothing, talking with heartmarks, and being reassuring in her own caring, if not always helpful, way. She can be deceptively slow to anger, but when it manifests, the results are decisive, much like the time she cut off her own leg to escape a tank's claws. Seriously. It's a good thing she has a temporary leg replacement and a motorbike to get around on, isn't it?
Sample Post:
All right, listen up. I don't care if this is in America or if this is in Sweden or if this is in your dreams, this is supposed to be the road to Tokyo. I've got a delivery to make, and all you idiots are sitting in the middle of this road like a bunch of lumps. I'm not in the mood to clean your stinking guts off my windshield. If you'd just move it'd save us both a lot of time and effort. You don't see what's in it for you? I'd say I'd just kick your ass, but there's a small problem with that right now. But don't let that stop you from moving. Even if I can't get more than a leg to stand on, I think my fist should suffice to get my point across when my patience runs out in the next ten seconds. No rush or anything...say, is that a guidebook you're holding? The best guide you've ever had, huh? You're holding it the wrong way if you want to read it, but I guess it's better than what I have right now in the way of directions out of here. Can I borrow that?
Wait a second, this isn't a real guidebook. This Twelve Step Guide To Limb Loss: How To Enjoy Yourself When There's Less Of You To Love is useless to me. I'm not going to sit here and cry about what's happened, because then nothing will get done. "Sensing the sweetness inside, we want to bring out the inner you?" If you spend all your time reading crap like this, no wonder you all look like crap. What do you mean, I should stay to talk about my true feelings? Hah! I don't need to waste my time and effort on doing something a bunch of weaklings like you do. I've got a job to do, unlike you idiots, and I'm not going to let you stand in my way yelling your head off about how I'm "ruining the mood with my negative attitude." I'm already as sweet as I need to be. Sweeter than you can imagine! So if you'll step a little closer I'll be happy to show you how tender I can get. ♥
Aaah, the pleasure of a point well made. Since I'm recovering, I probably shouldn't have used as much force, but there's nothing like being a little firm to make sure that one's point is heard! And I think we managed to have a very meaningful talk. I'm glad we got this time together. We've really made progress on understanding each other a bit more, didn't we? Oh? What's this? I have an audience? Didn't even see you there. Flowers from an admirer? That's quite nice of you, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn down any offers of a date. I've spent a little too much time chatting here, and I promised to get my package there ASAP. You have something else you think will help? Well, I suppose I can spare a few more minutes for you-is that someone's leg?!
Did you just find it lying around? And you brought it straight here without even cleaning it off or figuring out whose it was? I'm not sure I'd call it fresh anymore what with these maggots, but it's certainly ripe. I'm afraid it's also far too short for me, and I've got no way to attach it properly. I really don't think I can accept this. You want me to keep it to remember you by? Trust me, I don't think that's going to be a problem. I think I'm going to need to make a detour by that volcano I passed. And a shower. Ugh.
94.1 percent. w-what.