App #2
Character: Tamaki Suoh
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Character age: 17
Canon: Once upon a time a poor girl named Haruhi Fujioka went to an obscenely rich school where there was a whole club of billionaire pretty boys devoted to flirting with girls. The prettiest and flirtiest boy of all was named Tamaki Suoh, the president and “king” of the titular Ouran High School Host Club.
In and out of the club, Tamaki is eternally charming, and sweet-talks almost every woman he meets with over-the-top (but completely sincere!) flattery. However, this rich romantic is often completely out of touch with reality. Tamaki has been known to completely tone out people around him while soliloquizing about his sinful beauty, and although playful rejection or teasing from his clubmates frequently sends him to emo in closets, he’s often oblivious to people’s negative intentions towards him and faces even the most hateful people with a smile. Additionally, Tamaki’s ultra-luxe upbringing has given him an intense curiosity about and interest in the ways of the “commoners” who live outside his super-rich posse. Still, at the end of the episode day, Tamaki is usually able to use his boundless energy, good-nature, dedication to the well-being of others, innocence, and heroism to bring happiness to the girls around him.
Amazing. Amazing! Amazing! Long have I heard tales of the ingenuity of the common folk, whose poverty is matched only by their astounding resourcefulness, but never have I seen such a breathtaking display of frugal brilliance! For the common folk of Japan, who scrimp and save to take even one vacation, this camp is the ultimate in thrifty get-aways. Nowhere else in the world could the penniless masses experience toucans from South America, living trees from a horror movie, and squirrels from someone’s ‘How To Draw Boy’s Love’ book in one place! But most importantly, for the destitute, overworked people whose suffering produced the phrase ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead,’ this establishment’s director has produced the ultimate in time- and money-saving holidays - a summer camp the common people can attend when they’re dead!
Bravo, Mademoiselle Sayre! Bravo!
But fear not, my lovely guide: even this camp’s commoner delights cannot keep my attention away from you for long, Miss Grey! Fair zombie maiden, were you, perhaps, related to the famous Englishman Earl Grey? The resemblance is striking. Ah! I feel that I was stolen from my bed in the dead of night by strangely-touchy gorillas just so your lovely, monochromatic visage would be the first thing I saw upon awakening. . . that I was vigorously embraced by a swarm of tentacles just so you could see your reflection sparkling in the tears that sprang to my eyes. . . that I was strapped to a chair just so you could untie me with fingers as soft and prone to falling off as the delicate blossoms of the panty tree . . .! But oh, my undead princess, I would happily do all of this and more to make my beauty a part of the afterlife experience at Camp Fuck You Die. Indeed, this enthralling body that God created should be on display for all to see - perched upon the heights of the tallest volcano like a masterpiece in a museum, dangling from the highest flagpole like experimental sculpture in a modern art gallery, in plain view for everyone to enjoy this peerless work of art!
Aha, Miss Grey, if you’d prefer I stayed by your side, there’s no need to cling quite so tightly. Just say the word, and this divine masterpiece is yours for the day. If you can bear to part with me for only a moment, I’d be delighted to find a local delicacy suited to your ladylike palette, something we can share on a romantic stroll beside the lake. . . are you fond of Tuesday soup? Chestnuts roasting on a duckling fire? Credit crunch? Though recent events may give it a slightly harsh flavor, my princess, you can chase away its bitterness with a taste of me.
- on second thought, Miss Grey, perhaps you could remove your fingers from my hair - aha, and your teeth from my skull, and - what do you mean, you only loved me for my brains?
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Character age: 17
Canon: Once upon a time a poor girl named Haruhi Fujioka went to an obscenely rich school where there was a whole club of billionaire pretty boys devoted to flirting with girls. The prettiest and flirtiest boy of all was named Tamaki Suoh, the president and “king” of the titular Ouran High School Host Club.
In and out of the club, Tamaki is eternally charming, and sweet-talks almost every woman he meets with over-the-top (but completely sincere!) flattery. However, this rich romantic is often completely out of touch with reality. Tamaki has been known to completely tone out people around him while soliloquizing about his sinful beauty, and although playful rejection or teasing from his clubmates frequently sends him to emo in closets, he’s often oblivious to people’s negative intentions towards him and faces even the most hateful people with a smile. Additionally, Tamaki’s ultra-luxe upbringing has given him an intense curiosity about and interest in the ways of the “commoners” who live outside his super-rich posse. Still, at the end of the episode day, Tamaki is usually able to use his boundless energy, good-nature, dedication to the well-being of others, innocence, and heroism to bring happiness to the girls around him.
Amazing. Amazing! Amazing! Long have I heard tales of the ingenuity of the common folk, whose poverty is matched only by their astounding resourcefulness, but never have I seen such a breathtaking display of frugal brilliance! For the common folk of Japan, who scrimp and save to take even one vacation, this camp is the ultimate in thrifty get-aways. Nowhere else in the world could the penniless masses experience toucans from South America, living trees from a horror movie, and squirrels from someone’s ‘How To Draw Boy’s Love’ book in one place! But most importantly, for the destitute, overworked people whose suffering produced the phrase ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead,’ this establishment’s director has produced the ultimate in time- and money-saving holidays - a summer camp the common people can attend when they’re dead!
Bravo, Mademoiselle Sayre! Bravo!
But fear not, my lovely guide: even this camp’s commoner delights cannot keep my attention away from you for long, Miss Grey! Fair zombie maiden, were you, perhaps, related to the famous Englishman Earl Grey? The resemblance is striking. Ah! I feel that I was stolen from my bed in the dead of night by strangely-touchy gorillas just so your lovely, monochromatic visage would be the first thing I saw upon awakening. . . that I was vigorously embraced by a swarm of tentacles just so you could see your reflection sparkling in the tears that sprang to my eyes. . . that I was strapped to a chair just so you could untie me with fingers as soft and prone to falling off as the delicate blossoms of the panty tree . . .! But oh, my undead princess, I would happily do all of this and more to make my beauty a part of the afterlife experience at Camp Fuck You Die. Indeed, this enthralling body that God created should be on display for all to see - perched upon the heights of the tallest volcano like a masterpiece in a museum, dangling from the highest flagpole like experimental sculpture in a modern art gallery, in plain view for everyone to enjoy this peerless work of art!
Aha, Miss Grey, if you’d prefer I stayed by your side, there’s no need to cling quite so tightly. Just say the word, and this divine masterpiece is yours for the day. If you can bear to part with me for only a moment, I’d be delighted to find a local delicacy suited to your ladylike palette, something we can share on a romantic stroll beside the lake. . . are you fond of Tuesday soup? Chestnuts roasting on a duckling fire? Credit crunch? Though recent events may give it a slightly harsh flavor, my princess, you can chase away its bitterness with a taste of me.
- on second thought, Miss Grey, perhaps you could remove your fingers from my hair - aha, and your teeth from my skull, and - what do you mean, you only loved me for my brains?