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Character: Shiro Fujimoto
Series: Ao no Exorcist
Character Age: around 50
Job: camp priest/exorcist
Canon: The world of Ao no Exorcist is not a pretty one to live in. Demons frequently possess anything from people to plants to even dust particles, and only the Exorcists are able to vanquish them. Not only that, but stronger demons-like Satan-actually destroy the bodies they possess, since no body is strong enough to contain them. In an effort to cross over to the realm of humans, Satan created a half-human son, who theoretically would be strong enough to serve as a living vessel for his mighty demon spirit. Unfortunately for him, that half-human son just happened to be adopted and raised by the most badass Exorcist ever, Shiro Fujimoto.
At a first glance, Fujimoto doesn't look like much of a priest: he's loud, unprofessional, rough around the edges, a touch perverted, and pretty straightforward about his opinions of people. It may be surprising to hear that he holds the highest rank given to any Exorcist, since he really doesn't seem like the type. However, he's one of the most reasonable, albeit unorthodox, Exorcists in the Order. While his fellow Exorcists see the world in black-and-white, Fujimoto knows that not everything is as simple as that, and he does his best to find solutions that make everyone happy- including demons. Because of this, he tends to ignore his orders and do whatever he thinks will get the best results, even if those orders are something along the lines of 'kill Satan's offspring.' But while Fujimoto's methods may be unusual, he is not incompetent by any means. He's considered the strongest Exorcist alive for a damn good reason, and while he does try to use words instead of weapons whenever he can, he shows no mercy to anyone that tries to hurt innocent people.
Note: In canon, reciting specific Bible verses will exorcise demons.
Sample Post: Stupid fricken director, sending me out here to this crappy farm in the middle of fricken nowhere- Oh there you are! You'd think 'a giant tentacle demon on top of a silo' would be clear enough directions, but apparently there's over a dozen silos here in this hellhole of a camp. No, no, sit down right there, you're not going anywhere until I say my piece. It took me long enough to find you, I don't want to spend the rest of the night tracking you down again. And keep your tentacles to yourself, missy: I'm about two decades too old for those kinds of shenanigans.
Now then! My name is Shiro Fujimoto. I've recently been brought to camp in order to serve as both a priest and a counselor for the young folks here. I thought I had my hands full with two kids, and now I'm suddenly in charge of twenty dozen of the little monsters, and each and every one of them is worried about crap like how to get their sugar fix and who they end up with under the mistletoe. You'd think the possibility of getting infected by a ghoul would be a more serious threat, but apparently that's just a headache to them.
Speaking of headaches, I know what you've been up to. More than a few of those kids have told me about your little 'extracurricular activities.' Now I'm not one to judge, I can definitely understand the appeal of some of the young ladies running around this camp. But I'm going to be straight with you here: the director sent me here to get rid of you. She's sick and tired of your antics. And frankly, I'm getting pissed off at having to listen to these kids complain about you, which is far more important than any opinion that director has.
But hey, this doesn't have to be the end of your stay in the human world. You're not really hurting the camp outside of this one issue, so I've come here with a solution to your problems. Keep your games of 'hide the tentacle' to the willing participants, and we won't have any more troubles between us. There's bound to be at least a few people here into that kind of stuff, and I'm sure they would enjoy your talents more than the average camper. So what do you say? Want to settle our differences here and celebrate the start of your new legacy?
-You don't start a new legacy by manhandling the guy trying to make peace with you! Hey! Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me!
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Series: Ao no Exorcist
Character Age: around 50
Job: camp priest/exorcist
Canon: The world of Ao no Exorcist is not a pretty one to live in. Demons frequently possess anything from people to plants to even dust particles, and only the Exorcists are able to vanquish them. Not only that, but stronger demons-like Satan-actually destroy the bodies they possess, since no body is strong enough to contain them. In an effort to cross over to the realm of humans, Satan created a half-human son, who theoretically would be strong enough to serve as a living vessel for his mighty demon spirit. Unfortunately for him, that half-human son just happened to be adopted and raised by the most badass Exorcist ever, Shiro Fujimoto.
At a first glance, Fujimoto doesn't look like much of a priest: he's loud, unprofessional, rough around the edges, a touch perverted, and pretty straightforward about his opinions of people. It may be surprising to hear that he holds the highest rank given to any Exorcist, since he really doesn't seem like the type. However, he's one of the most reasonable, albeit unorthodox, Exorcists in the Order. While his fellow Exorcists see the world in black-and-white, Fujimoto knows that not everything is as simple as that, and he does his best to find solutions that make everyone happy- including demons. Because of this, he tends to ignore his orders and do whatever he thinks will get the best results, even if those orders are something along the lines of 'kill Satan's offspring.' But while Fujimoto's methods may be unusual, he is not incompetent by any means. He's considered the strongest Exorcist alive for a damn good reason, and while he does try to use words instead of weapons whenever he can, he shows no mercy to anyone that tries to hurt innocent people.
Note: In canon, reciting specific Bible verses will exorcise demons.
Sample Post: Stupid fricken director, sending me out here to this crappy farm in the middle of fricken nowhere- Oh there you are! You'd think 'a giant tentacle demon on top of a silo' would be clear enough directions, but apparently there's over a dozen silos here in this hellhole of a camp. No, no, sit down right there, you're not going anywhere until I say my piece. It took me long enough to find you, I don't want to spend the rest of the night tracking you down again. And keep your tentacles to yourself, missy: I'm about two decades too old for those kinds of shenanigans.
Now then! My name is Shiro Fujimoto. I've recently been brought to camp in order to serve as both a priest and a counselor for the young folks here. I thought I had my hands full with two kids, and now I'm suddenly in charge of twenty dozen of the little monsters, and each and every one of them is worried about crap like how to get their sugar fix and who they end up with under the mistletoe. You'd think the possibility of getting infected by a ghoul would be a more serious threat, but apparently that's just a headache to them.
Speaking of headaches, I know what you've been up to. More than a few of those kids have told me about your little 'extracurricular activities.' Now I'm not one to judge, I can definitely understand the appeal of some of the young ladies running around this camp. But I'm going to be straight with you here: the director sent me here to get rid of you. She's sick and tired of your antics. And frankly, I'm getting pissed off at having to listen to these kids complain about you, which is far more important than any opinion that director has.
But hey, this doesn't have to be the end of your stay in the human world. You're not really hurting the camp outside of this one issue, so I've come here with a solution to your problems. Keep your games of 'hide the tentacle' to the willing participants, and we won't have any more troubles between us. There's bound to be at least a few people here into that kind of stuff, and I'm sure they would enjoy your talents more than the average camper. So what do you say? Want to settle our differences here and celebrate the start of your new legacy?
-You don't start a new legacy by manhandling the guy trying to make peace with you! Hey! Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me!
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