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Name: Lar'c Melk Malk
Series: Diebuster
Age: approximately 15
Canon: Following the legacy of the venerable Ganaix mecha show Gunbuster, Diebuster is its sequel, where humanity has overcome its humble beginnings by colonizing the Earth's solar system and turning into a prosperous galactic civilization. But in the process they've...somehow...attracted the ire of several thousand space monsters. To prevent the destruction of humanity, a force of elite mecha pilots, known as the Topless, was formed. Consisting entirely of teenagers who have amazing psychic power, each member seemingly has the same goal--to be known as the best pilot, and nothing else.
Lar'c is the current top pilot of the Topless, infamous across the galaxy. However, fame is not all that it's cracked up to be: everyone either hates or loves her abilities with no in between, ignoring everything else about her. She tries to stay aloof of people's desires to use, abuse or gain her skills, earning her the nickname of "Princess Lar'c". But Lar'c's got a soft spot for people in need, and she meets her only friend, Nono, by rescuing her. Now if only this pesky alien war could give her a break, she might have time to act more like herself--caring, open and thoughtful, if a little shy and prone to arguing with anyone who she thinks is wrong.
Lar'c is taken from slightly after episode 5, from before her second trip to Mars.
Sample App:
I'll be willing to ignore your first mistake, Sergeant Gaaarg--if that really is your name, you all look like you have something wrong with your nametags--if you'll just listen to me for a second here. This entire camp is a gigantic breach of protocol. And normally I don't care, but this is pathetic, even for you Space Navy types. I'm going to do you a favor here, since we don't have a lot of time here to waste, and I expect you to listen. And if not, I'm gonna report you and your men to your superior officers and you'll get busted back down to ensign, if you're lucky. So work with me--you don't have anything to lose by listening to a little girl, I promise. It's not like you had any dignity left, right?
Willing to try? Great, let's start off with these restraints here. Remove them quickly enough and I won't mention that you forgot to take them off once we got off the shuttle. I'm on the planet now, so I won't break your hull. It's safe--there we go. Now. About this ridiculous uniform you're trying to put me in--Sergeant! Control your men! I'm not putting on that sequined thing, so you can just put that back. I may be part of the Idol team, but that doesn't mean what you think it means. I don't spend my time dancing around space, I don't do bikinis, and I won't wear platform heels. And I'm not giving out my autograph until we're done, so just try and focus here, all right? Stop howling!
There we go. Now that you're finally all in order, we can begin practicing the first set of exercises--a little stretching so none of you hurt yourselves. Oh? You have another standard procedure to follow? Fine, just hand me that manual so we can get this over with and I can get on with the real point of this exercise.
Wait...what is this? This isn't a training manual. What does Cindi Lauper's Greatest Hits have to do with this? This has to be a joke. Wait--is that "Girls Just Want To Have Fun?" And a Galaxy Idol signup sheet?
That's it. I'm turning my mech around and going home.
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Series: Diebuster
Age: approximately 15
Canon: Following the legacy of the venerable Ganaix mecha show Gunbuster, Diebuster is its sequel, where humanity has overcome its humble beginnings by colonizing the Earth's solar system and turning into a prosperous galactic civilization. But in the process they've...somehow...attracted the ire of several thousand space monsters. To prevent the destruction of humanity, a force of elite mecha pilots, known as the Topless, was formed. Consisting entirely of teenagers who have amazing psychic power, each member seemingly has the same goal--to be known as the best pilot, and nothing else.
Lar'c is the current top pilot of the Topless, infamous across the galaxy. However, fame is not all that it's cracked up to be: everyone either hates or loves her abilities with no in between, ignoring everything else about her. She tries to stay aloof of people's desires to use, abuse or gain her skills, earning her the nickname of "Princess Lar'c". But Lar'c's got a soft spot for people in need, and she meets her only friend, Nono, by rescuing her. Now if only this pesky alien war could give her a break, she might have time to act more like herself--caring, open and thoughtful, if a little shy and prone to arguing with anyone who she thinks is wrong.
Lar'c is taken from slightly after episode 5, from before her second trip to Mars.
Sample App:
I'll be willing to ignore your first mistake, Sergeant Gaaarg--if that really is your name, you all look like you have something wrong with your nametags--if you'll just listen to me for a second here. This entire camp is a gigantic breach of protocol. And normally I don't care, but this is pathetic, even for you Space Navy types. I'm going to do you a favor here, since we don't have a lot of time here to waste, and I expect you to listen. And if not, I'm gonna report you and your men to your superior officers and you'll get busted back down to ensign, if you're lucky. So work with me--you don't have anything to lose by listening to a little girl, I promise. It's not like you had any dignity left, right?
Willing to try? Great, let's start off with these restraints here. Remove them quickly enough and I won't mention that you forgot to take them off once we got off the shuttle. I'm on the planet now, so I won't break your hull. It's safe--there we go. Now. About this ridiculous uniform you're trying to put me in--Sergeant! Control your men! I'm not putting on that sequined thing, so you can just put that back. I may be part of the Idol team, but that doesn't mean what you think it means. I don't spend my time dancing around space, I don't do bikinis, and I won't wear platform heels. And I'm not giving out my autograph until we're done, so just try and focus here, all right? Stop howling!
There we go. Now that you're finally all in order, we can begin practicing the first set of exercises--a little stretching so none of you hurt yourselves. Oh? You have another standard procedure to follow? Fine, just hand me that manual so we can get this over with and I can get on with the real point of this exercise.
Wait...what is this? This isn't a training manual. What does Cindi Lauper's Greatest Hits have to do with this? This has to be a joke. Wait--is that "Girls Just Want To Have Fun?" And a Galaxy Idol signup sheet?
That's it. I'm turning my mech around and going home.
s-so close