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Character: Noyamano Mikan.
Series: Air Gear.
Character Age: 17.
Canon: Air Gear is the story of a delinquent boy and his motorized roller blades. A-T, as they're called, have swept the street sports scene all over the world. Forming teams and battling for turf, there are 'Storm Raiders' flying through the skies in just about every city on earth. The goal? To become the Sky King and stand atop the Trophaeum Tower. But as Minami Ikki soon discovers, there's much more to the underground world of A-T than meets the eye.
Mikan is the second eldest of the four Noyamano sisters, the family that raised Ikki since infancy. Mikan swears, shouts, plays retro games, and attempts to roast our intrepid hero alive in various forms of extreme punishment. She greatly enjoys kicking ass and ramen, and most of the time she's all out of ramen. Despite her screaming, she rules the roost of the household efficiently while her older sister is out, managing to take care of three younger teenagers without breaking a sweat. Despite this, she's actually much more considerate of her family than just about everyone else. Though at first she seems to be the average 'slightly' abusive older-sister type, it's quickly revealed that she's also a member of the elite A-T team, Sleeping Forest, as are all her sisters. Together they uphold the unwritten laws of roller blade gang-fights, running around in the night an beating up thugs. But the true Goal of Sleeping Forest is simply to stand between A-T riders and the tower, choking any would-be Sky Kings under their thorns.
Sample: Hey, hey! I said a single file line, this is some kind of stupid semi-circle crescent thing at best. There's enough soup here for everyone, just wait your turn and chewing on the other idiots. Nobody wants to get gutted with a wooden spoon and made into a dessert, right? I'll get to you all eventually... Except maybe you two in the back. Don't mess with my kitchen set-up and expect to get away with it. Do you even know how long I had to spend getting the lake water smell out of that pan?! No motherfucking soup for you. And stop the moaning act quick or go whine to someone else about the lack of delicious brains in your diet. If this 'Director' wasn't paying me in antique Battletoads, I'd be out of this hole so fast Pacman would be blown away. And you two up front, I know exactly what you're doing under that table. You don't take the other person's leg off while you're screwing around! You're all ten times worse worse than the people I normally deal with. Now line up properly before I start to get really angry.
Alright- who invited these chumps in the furry purple suits? If you're going to dress up for a team, at least do something practical! Did I say I had enough time to cook for your stupid friends? Or should we go over the rules again, with more punching this time? They should consider themselves lucky that my delicate flower temperament doesn't allow me to leave the oven when it's attempting to devour someone's arm, otherwise I'd be cooking up some Gorilla A La King with a side of Whiny Decomposing Brat Salad! Just be grateful that I don't have the amount of dumbapples on hand I'd need to make either of those, some idiot cast firaga and burnt them all to a crisp. You kids today, shouldn't you respect your poor, loving, gorgeous cook more?
Okay, is everybody ready? You all better be, this is the last time I cook for anyone who whines at me the entire time. One at a time- Hey, hey, I saw that! No reverse budging, what are you, elementary school kids? Get in the back, shithead. Right, okay, where was I? One serving each from a normal sized bowl, and you purple Donkey Kong losers? Put those inflatable pools away. Or actually, keep holding them up. It's a nice shield for your faces. Alright, let me just take the top off this and-
... So before I decide to slaughter this entire shitty kitchen, can someone explain to me how ten gallons of soup was replaced with a pot full of used panties? I mean jeez, these aren't even that cute.
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Series: Air Gear.
Character Age: 17.
Canon: Air Gear is the story of a delinquent boy and his motorized roller blades. A-T, as they're called, have swept the street sports scene all over the world. Forming teams and battling for turf, there are 'Storm Raiders' flying through the skies in just about every city on earth. The goal? To become the Sky King and stand atop the Trophaeum Tower. But as Minami Ikki soon discovers, there's much more to the underground world of A-T than meets the eye.
Mikan is the second eldest of the four Noyamano sisters, the family that raised Ikki since infancy. Mikan swears, shouts, plays retro games, and attempts to roast our intrepid hero alive in various forms of extreme punishment. She greatly enjoys kicking ass and ramen, and most of the time she's all out of ramen. Despite her screaming, she rules the roost of the household efficiently while her older sister is out, managing to take care of three younger teenagers without breaking a sweat. Despite this, she's actually much more considerate of her family than just about everyone else. Though at first she seems to be the average 'slightly' abusive older-sister type, it's quickly revealed that she's also a member of the elite A-T team, Sleeping Forest, as are all her sisters. Together they uphold the unwritten laws of roller blade gang-fights, running around in the night an beating up thugs. But the true Goal of Sleeping Forest is simply to stand between A-T riders and the tower, choking any would-be Sky Kings under their thorns.
Sample: Hey, hey! I said a single file line, this is some kind of stupid semi-circle crescent thing at best. There's enough soup here for everyone, just wait your turn and chewing on the other idiots. Nobody wants to get gutted with a wooden spoon and made into a dessert, right? I'll get to you all eventually... Except maybe you two in the back. Don't mess with my kitchen set-up and expect to get away with it. Do you even know how long I had to spend getting the lake water smell out of that pan?! No motherfucking soup for you. And stop the moaning act quick or go whine to someone else about the lack of delicious brains in your diet. If this 'Director' wasn't paying me in antique Battletoads, I'd be out of this hole so fast Pacman would be blown away. And you two up front, I know exactly what you're doing under that table. You don't take the other person's leg off while you're screwing around! You're all ten times worse worse than the people I normally deal with. Now line up properly before I start to get really angry.
Alright- who invited these chumps in the furry purple suits? If you're going to dress up for a team, at least do something practical! Did I say I had enough time to cook for your stupid friends? Or should we go over the rules again, with more punching this time? They should consider themselves lucky that my delicate flower temperament doesn't allow me to leave the oven when it's attempting to devour someone's arm, otherwise I'd be cooking up some Gorilla A La King with a side of Whiny Decomposing Brat Salad! Just be grateful that I don't have the amount of dumbapples on hand I'd need to make either of those, some idiot cast firaga and burnt them all to a crisp. You kids today, shouldn't you respect your poor, loving, gorgeous cook more?
Okay, is everybody ready? You all better be, this is the last time I cook for anyone who whines at me the entire time. One at a time- Hey, hey, I saw that! No reverse budging, what are you, elementary school kids? Get in the back, shithead. Right, okay, where was I? One serving each from a normal sized bowl, and you purple Donkey Kong losers? Put those inflatable pools away. Or actually, keep holding them up. It's a nice shield for your faces. Alright, let me just take the top off this and-
... So before I decide to slaughter this entire shitty kitchen, can someone explain to me how ten gallons of soup was replaced with a pot full of used panties? I mean jeez, these aren't even that cute.
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