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Name: Jeanne
Series: Bayonetta
Age: Almost 600, but looks to be around her late twenties … rude.
Job: Camp Fashion Coordinator
Canon: The Umbran Witches and the Lumen Sages have spent eternity balancing the light and dark in order to properly oversee the course of history. However, once the balance of power is tested, both Heaven and Hell break loose-with a witch named Bayonetta caught between. No worries though, she’s well equipped with her barrage of sexy dance moves, demon-summoning beehive hairdo, scruffy sidekick, and twin hand guns attached to her high-heeled shoes to battle the legions of angels that threaten her. Oh, and of course, there’s a beautiful antagonist standing in her way.
Jeanne, Bayonetta’s said antagonist SPOILERS and secret best friend, shhh, is the heiress to the Umbran Witch Clan. As any good heiress, her presence has an intensity that demands attention. With her fierce resolve, she’s willing to go to any lengths to make sure that her secret goals are achieved. Of course, her choice battles are not without a few witty remarks and choice cuss words, and she’s not afraid to openly patronize both those above and below her, giving them an earful when she feels things aren’t going according to her plan. Jeanne is categorized as the rebellious type, sporting a red riding suit and a motorcycle as her flag of how she answers to no one. She's aggressive and ruthless, sacrificing many of the angels who dare to oppose her, and coldly destroying anyone who decides to get in her way, should they be so unfortunate. Even those who are in her good graces rarely see her softer side, and are subjected to her idea of “hard love.” These traits also make her a loner by nature. Jeanne is a woman who cares more about the legacy of her people than her own life-though it’s not done without her tube of red lipstick.
Sample: Shut your mouth and sit down, the lot of you! Are you ready to listen, or are you going to insist upon embarrassing yourself further by spewing this utter nonsense from your lips?
It’s time to put a few things in order. I trust that you will all behave and I will be on my way without much fuss. Requesting aid from an Umbran Witch and then reducing her to this kind of menial activity is simply deplorable. Your Director should be shot. To any of you who think you can further test my patience when I'm already so dreadfully irritated, then you will find yourself face to face with some unpleasant consequences. Do we have that clear?
-Now that I've got you all whimpering, shall we begin? You there-yes, you! The one in the matted, dirty, sweaty purple suit. Get up, let the rest of these dregs of society get a good look at you. See here? This monstrosity is the epitome of a fashion abomination. Aside from poor personal hygiene, this scruffy gentleman seems to have an affinity for fake fur collared shirts, this poorly-made argyle sweater, and this … ugh, a cheesecutter cap. You have absolutely no business in any of it, get rid of it. Purple and grey are a fashion faux paus-especially in your case. Do I look like I’m going to wait all day? Get rid of it. That’s right, take it off.
And you. Come. I could hardly care how many legs you walk on, that ultramodern metal armor that you have a certain affinity toward is no work of art. Futurism went out ages ago. It shouldn’t be worn by anyone who has half a brain. It’s possible that you’re missing a few screws, but that’s no excuse. If you insist on making that infernal bovine noise to argue with me, then I won’t hesitate to follow through with my threats. You sound like a defective child’s toy-one of those obnoxious farm wheels-and it’s sorely grating on my nerves. What did I say? Shut your trap! Now, now, isn’t that awful? I’ve gone and blown you up. Poor dear! A shame that the world will be missing another poor creature that can’t dress itself properly.
It seems like there’s only one solution to this eyesore. I may as well give you proper advice in style, since your Director has already been so ridiculously apt on turning this Camp into a cesspool of a fashion disaster. I know what you’re thinking, and for the next five seconds I’ll be gracious and answer your question without you speaking a word of it. If you waste this chance, you’ll turn out in pieces, just like your friend over there. Are you ready? Take this to heart, because I will only say it once.
Keep your dignity and don’t do cosplay. There are certain things no one wants to see.
Forty-nine out of fifty-two. That makes 94.2%.
Series: Bayonetta
Age: Almost 600, but looks to be around her late twenties … rude.
Job: Camp Fashion Coordinator
Canon: The Umbran Witches and the Lumen Sages have spent eternity balancing the light and dark in order to properly oversee the course of history. However, once the balance of power is tested, both Heaven and Hell break loose-with a witch named Bayonetta caught between. No worries though, she’s well equipped with her barrage of sexy dance moves, demon-summoning beehive hairdo, scruffy sidekick, and twin hand guns attached to her high-heeled shoes to battle the legions of angels that threaten her. Oh, and of course, there’s a beautiful antagonist standing in her way.
Jeanne, Bayonetta’s said antagonist SPOILERS and secret best friend, shhh, is the heiress to the Umbran Witch Clan. As any good heiress, her presence has an intensity that demands attention. With her fierce resolve, she’s willing to go to any lengths to make sure that her secret goals are achieved. Of course, her choice battles are not without a few witty remarks and choice cuss words, and she’s not afraid to openly patronize both those above and below her, giving them an earful when she feels things aren’t going according to her plan. Jeanne is categorized as the rebellious type, sporting a red riding suit and a motorcycle as her flag of how she answers to no one. She's aggressive and ruthless, sacrificing many of the angels who dare to oppose her, and coldly destroying anyone who decides to get in her way, should they be so unfortunate. Even those who are in her good graces rarely see her softer side, and are subjected to her idea of “hard love.” These traits also make her a loner by nature. Jeanne is a woman who cares more about the legacy of her people than her own life-though it’s not done without her tube of red lipstick.
Sample: Shut your mouth and sit down, the lot of you! Are you ready to listen, or are you going to insist upon embarrassing yourself further by spewing this utter nonsense from your lips?
It’s time to put a few things in order. I trust that you will all behave and I will be on my way without much fuss. Requesting aid from an Umbran Witch and then reducing her to this kind of menial activity is simply deplorable. Your Director should be shot. To any of you who think you can further test my patience when I'm already so dreadfully irritated, then you will find yourself face to face with some unpleasant consequences. Do we have that clear?
-Now that I've got you all whimpering, shall we begin? You there-yes, you! The one in the matted, dirty, sweaty purple suit. Get up, let the rest of these dregs of society get a good look at you. See here? This monstrosity is the epitome of a fashion abomination. Aside from poor personal hygiene, this scruffy gentleman seems to have an affinity for fake fur collared shirts, this poorly-made argyle sweater, and this … ugh, a cheesecutter cap. You have absolutely no business in any of it, get rid of it. Purple and grey are a fashion faux paus-especially in your case. Do I look like I’m going to wait all day? Get rid of it. That’s right, take it off.
And you. Come. I could hardly care how many legs you walk on, that ultramodern metal armor that you have a certain affinity toward is no work of art. Futurism went out ages ago. It shouldn’t be worn by anyone who has half a brain. It’s possible that you’re missing a few screws, but that’s no excuse. If you insist on making that infernal bovine noise to argue with me, then I won’t hesitate to follow through with my threats. You sound like a defective child’s toy-one of those obnoxious farm wheels-and it’s sorely grating on my nerves. What did I say? Shut your trap! Now, now, isn’t that awful? I’ve gone and blown you up. Poor dear! A shame that the world will be missing another poor creature that can’t dress itself properly.
It seems like there’s only one solution to this eyesore. I may as well give you proper advice in style, since your Director has already been so ridiculously apt on turning this Camp into a cesspool of a fashion disaster. I know what you’re thinking, and for the next five seconds I’ll be gracious and answer your question without you speaking a word of it. If you waste this chance, you’ll turn out in pieces, just like your friend over there. Are you ready? Take this to heart, because I will only say it once.
Keep your dignity and don’t do cosplay. There are certain things no one wants to see.
Forty-nine out of fifty-two. That makes 94.2%.