Application Re-Post
Name: Revy
Series: Black Lagoon
Age: Mid-Twenties
Job: Advisor in Good Life Choices
Canon: Rokuro Okajima was just a mild-mannered Japanese salary man until he was kidnapped mid business-trip by the Lagoon Company -- ostensibly just a delivery service, but really more like modern-day pirates -- and taken for ransom. It turned out however that he was good in a crisis, and Rokuro -- newly christened "Rock" -- finds himself the newest member of the Lagoon Company. It's difficult, trying to navigate this new life style from the twilight of Ronapur -- a mostly lawless port-island off the coast of Thailand, where life is dangerous, unpredictable, and loyalty can be negotiated in dollars -- but Rock adapts as best he can, trying to bring a little Japanese businessman flavor to this life of crime.
Revy is the Lagoon Company's hired gun, and her skill, exuberance for killing and ability to aim just as well with either hand have earned her some notoriety and the nickname "two-hands" among the other outlaws of Roanapur. She is short-tempered, foul-mouthed, and has a soft spot for death metal and old-fashioned western gunman movies -- which colors her speech with slang, unflattering nicknames and slightly out-of-date pop-culture references. As a Chinese-American girl growing up on the streets of New York, she's had a pretty shitty life -- though she's not really that hung up on it, preferring to approach life, the universe, and everything with a practical if not somewhat nihilistic view. The Almighty Dollar is Revy's god, and her faith in that -- and her pair of modified Beretta M92 Sword Cutlasses -- carries her through most things.
Sample:
Aw, no, what the hell-- what the actual hell is this? I ain’t no baby sitter and I sure as shit ain’t no counselor! I’m not even qualified, you know? I’m like some sort of poster child for bad life choices and you want me up here tellin’ kids ‘do your best, life is what you make it, go for the dream’? Fuckin’ laugh riot she is, this Director Bitch of yours! Damn but I’m impressed with her balls, though, really bringing me out here to her not-o.k. corral for this lame-ass joke of a job! Fuck, she ain't exactly the able-minded lady, is she? Yeah, I guess that makes sense! Only somebody in bad need of some counselling herself would try and put some chink American gutter-trash bitch in charge of their pity party! That right there was a bad life choice! Ha! I'm a natural! But I got bad news for you -- I ain’t interested, so you all can save your sob stories. I’ve been hired for some shitty jobs before, but this is out of this world ridiculous!
I mean, what the hell do I look like, some sort of vending machine? Pop in a few quarters, turn the handle and out comes some shiny bubblegum advice! Heh, maybe more like playing the slots -- your odds are a whole helluva lot worse, but then, you must like a good gamble, bettin’ on me for this job of yours. Che, fine, fine, since I’m already here and everything, I guess I’ll do the damn job -- then I’m taking your money and blowing this joint.
So then, you brats better listen up -- hell, you geezers might as well tune in too -- ‘cause I ain’t gonna say any a’this more than once. Rule number one for gettin' on in life is, always look out for number one. Sure, your crew is like family and they'll watch your ass, but anybody else is gonna sell you up the Sante Fe Trail for a fist full of dollars -- nothing personal, just business, but it means you gotta stay sharp. You get relaxed and you'll go soft -- like Groany over here. Hell, he's so soft he's practically melting. Rule number two is no sentimental crap. In the end, there's only two things you can count on: money and a gun -- nothing but trouble ever came from being a bleedin' heart, so put it away, Brainy. Rule number three is always decide your terms of payment in advance, cause I sure as shit ain't getting paid by the hour, so you mumbling jackasses can just make do with two rules, and if you don’t like it, heh, well, you can fuckin’ bite me!
--Ow! What the f--did you actually just fuckin’ bite me you shitty son of a bitch? Haaa... LISTEN UP BOYS AND GIRLS ‘CAUSE WE GOT OURSELVES AN EDUCATIONAL VOLUNTEER! This son of bitch just made himself one hell of a bad life choice, and you all get to fuckin’ learn from it! Brand new rule number one from now on is gonna be don’t bite the goddamn teacher, or else she’s gonna shove her Sword Cutlass so far up your ass she sees daylight -- bam bam and straight on ‘til morning!
Series: Black Lagoon
Age: Mid-Twenties
Job: Advisor in Good Life Choices
Canon: Rokuro Okajima was just a mild-mannered Japanese salary man until he was kidnapped mid business-trip by the Lagoon Company -- ostensibly just a delivery service, but really more like modern-day pirates -- and taken for ransom. It turned out however that he was good in a crisis, and Rokuro -- newly christened "Rock" -- finds himself the newest member of the Lagoon Company. It's difficult, trying to navigate this new life style from the twilight of Ronapur -- a mostly lawless port-island off the coast of Thailand, where life is dangerous, unpredictable, and loyalty can be negotiated in dollars -- but Rock adapts as best he can, trying to bring a little Japanese businessman flavor to this life of crime.
Revy is the Lagoon Company's hired gun, and her skill, exuberance for killing and ability to aim just as well with either hand have earned her some notoriety and the nickname "two-hands" among the other outlaws of Roanapur. She is short-tempered, foul-mouthed, and has a soft spot for death metal and old-fashioned western gunman movies -- which colors her speech with slang, unflattering nicknames and slightly out-of-date pop-culture references. As a Chinese-American girl growing up on the streets of New York, she's had a pretty shitty life -- though she's not really that hung up on it, preferring to approach life, the universe, and everything with a practical if not somewhat nihilistic view. The Almighty Dollar is Revy's god, and her faith in that -- and her pair of modified Beretta M92 Sword Cutlasses -- carries her through most things.
Sample:
Aw, no, what the hell-- what the actual hell is this? I ain’t no baby sitter and I sure as shit ain’t no counselor! I’m not even qualified, you know? I’m like some sort of poster child for bad life choices and you want me up here tellin’ kids ‘do your best, life is what you make it, go for the dream’? Fuckin’ laugh riot she is, this Director Bitch of yours! Damn but I’m impressed with her balls, though, really bringing me out here to her not-o.k. corral for this lame-ass joke of a job! Fuck, she ain't exactly the able-minded lady, is she? Yeah, I guess that makes sense! Only somebody in bad need of some counselling herself would try and put some chink American gutter-trash bitch in charge of their pity party! That right there was a bad life choice! Ha! I'm a natural! But I got bad news for you -- I ain’t interested, so you all can save your sob stories. I’ve been hired for some shitty jobs before, but this is out of this world ridiculous!
I mean, what the hell do I look like, some sort of vending machine? Pop in a few quarters, turn the handle and out comes some shiny bubblegum advice! Heh, maybe more like playing the slots -- your odds are a whole helluva lot worse, but then, you must like a good gamble, bettin’ on me for this job of yours. Che, fine, fine, since I’m already here and everything, I guess I’ll do the damn job -- then I’m taking your money and blowing this joint.
So then, you brats better listen up -- hell, you geezers might as well tune in too -- ‘cause I ain’t gonna say any a’this more than once. Rule number one for gettin' on in life is, always look out for number one. Sure, your crew is like family and they'll watch your ass, but anybody else is gonna sell you up the Sante Fe Trail for a fist full of dollars -- nothing personal, just business, but it means you gotta stay sharp. You get relaxed and you'll go soft -- like Groany over here. Hell, he's so soft he's practically melting. Rule number two is no sentimental crap. In the end, there's only two things you can count on: money and a gun -- nothing but trouble ever came from being a bleedin' heart, so put it away, Brainy. Rule number three is always decide your terms of payment in advance, cause I sure as shit ain't getting paid by the hour, so you mumbling jackasses can just make do with two rules, and if you don’t like it, heh, well, you can fuckin’ bite me!
--Ow! What the f--did you actually just fuckin’ bite me you shitty son of a bitch? Haaa... LISTEN UP BOYS AND GIRLS ‘CAUSE WE GOT OURSELVES AN EDUCATIONAL VOLUNTEER! This son of bitch just made himself one hell of a bad life choice, and you all get to fuckin’ learn from it! Brand new rule number one from now on is gonna be don’t bite the goddamn teacher, or else she’s gonna shove her Sword Cutlass so far up your ass she sees daylight -- bam bam and straight on ‘til morning!