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Proposed Character: Tatsumiya Mana from Mahou Sensei Negima
Character Age: 14 (or so she claims)
Canon: Like most of Negima's female cast, Tatsumiya Mana is a student in Negi Springfield's Class 3-A. To most, she is known as the sole daughter of the Tatsumiya family and a shrine maiden at the Tatsumiya Shrine. Behind this public image, however, lies a considerably different true face--Mana claims to have fought in just about any modern warzone you could name, from Afghanistan to Yugoslavia to East Timor, as part of a magician-backed paramilitary unit. She's got the chops to make those claims sound plausible, too; she's a master of firearms of all kinds, and demonstrates skill in the martial arts. (All of this does raise some questions about her real age, though there is evidence that she may have been a child soldier.)
Nowadays, she works as a mercenary, and is as much one by personality as by trade. Mana is willing to lend a hand to most anyone--so long as they can pay for her services. This includes shady types such as Chao Lingshen, Class 3-A's resident supergenius/possible supervillain. While "on the job," she's cool-minded and detached, putting the efficient completion of her work ahead of all else, including emotional and ethical concerns...the sort of person who can face human or supernatural opponents with equal aplomb, and would shoot a guy in the head with a tranq dart to keep him from confessing his love at the wrong time. She does show hints of a softer side, though, admitting at one point that she wouldn't want to do anything to make Negi and her other classmates hate her, and carrying a photo of her deceased partner from her soldier days around in a locket.
Sample Post: I was dropped off near the site of my latest job via helicopter. The pilot, Dave, was a remarkably unhelpful man who said nothing but "Uh-oh" in a loud, obnoxious voice for the duration of the flight. Having surveyed the environs, though, it occurs to me that there's a certain truth to his words. ...Word. My target has chosen an excellent hiding place: an expanse of bleak, inhospitable wetlands in the southern United States, rife with out-of-place (and garishly miscolored) fauna and walking corpses. Zombies, eh...heh, it's been a while. (Though none of my previous encounters with the undead have involved them trying to hand me Hare Krishna pamphlets, which is what the first one I encountered after leaving the helicopter did.)
No amount of rough terrain, hostile wildlife, or animated dead will keep me from my work, however. I am here for one purpose and one purpose only: to kill the woman known as "the Director." If that means contributing to the endangered species status of the mountain gorilla in the process, so be it.
However, it would appear that the target is aware of my presence, and my purpose. While making my way towards the precise coordinates specified in my anonymous client's request, I was waylaid multiple times in ways that appeared to be the products of calculation and planning. In one instance, I was challenged by a zombie holding another zombie hostage with what appeared to be the sharpened upper jaw of a toucan's beak. An interesting approach, but ultimately worthless--while action movies are dubious in their realism, there is a bit of advice one gave that I've taken to heart:
Shoot the hostage.
From there, I was able to make it to the coordinates without interruption. What I found was...surprising, to say the least: a strange settlement, consisting of a mix of ramshackle cabins and relatively pristine buildings, including a bathhouse and what appeared to be a small hospital. My guess is that the Director and the other inhabitants--presumably her subordinates--got tired of roughing it and decided to spruce their hideout up a bit. I took it as a good sign; if they've gone soft, it'll make my job that much easier...but I won't make the mistake of underestimating them. Anyone who could eke out a living in conditions such as these shouldn't be taken lightly. I should probably avoid direct confrontation for now.
On that note, the hospital roof might make a good snipers' nest. Time to get to work--Tatsumiya Mana, moving out.
Character Age: 14 (or so she claims)
Canon: Like most of Negima's female cast, Tatsumiya Mana is a student in Negi Springfield's Class 3-A. To most, she is known as the sole daughter of the Tatsumiya family and a shrine maiden at the Tatsumiya Shrine. Behind this public image, however, lies a considerably different true face--Mana claims to have fought in just about any modern warzone you could name, from Afghanistan to Yugoslavia to East Timor, as part of a magician-backed paramilitary unit. She's got the chops to make those claims sound plausible, too; she's a master of firearms of all kinds, and demonstrates skill in the martial arts. (All of this does raise some questions about her real age, though there is evidence that she may have been a child soldier.)
Nowadays, she works as a mercenary, and is as much one by personality as by trade. Mana is willing to lend a hand to most anyone--so long as they can pay for her services. This includes shady types such as Chao Lingshen, Class 3-A's resident supergenius/possible supervillain. While "on the job," she's cool-minded and detached, putting the efficient completion of her work ahead of all else, including emotional and ethical concerns...the sort of person who can face human or supernatural opponents with equal aplomb, and would shoot a guy in the head with a tranq dart to keep him from confessing his love at the wrong time. She does show hints of a softer side, though, admitting at one point that she wouldn't want to do anything to make Negi and her other classmates hate her, and carrying a photo of her deceased partner from her soldier days around in a locket.
Sample Post: I was dropped off near the site of my latest job via helicopter. The pilot, Dave, was a remarkably unhelpful man who said nothing but "Uh-oh" in a loud, obnoxious voice for the duration of the flight. Having surveyed the environs, though, it occurs to me that there's a certain truth to his words. ...Word. My target has chosen an excellent hiding place: an expanse of bleak, inhospitable wetlands in the southern United States, rife with out-of-place (and garishly miscolored) fauna and walking corpses. Zombies, eh...heh, it's been a while. (Though none of my previous encounters with the undead have involved them trying to hand me Hare Krishna pamphlets, which is what the first one I encountered after leaving the helicopter did.)
No amount of rough terrain, hostile wildlife, or animated dead will keep me from my work, however. I am here for one purpose and one purpose only: to kill the woman known as "the Director." If that means contributing to the endangered species status of the mountain gorilla in the process, so be it.
However, it would appear that the target is aware of my presence, and my purpose. While making my way towards the precise coordinates specified in my anonymous client's request, I was waylaid multiple times in ways that appeared to be the products of calculation and planning. In one instance, I was challenged by a zombie holding another zombie hostage with what appeared to be the sharpened upper jaw of a toucan's beak. An interesting approach, but ultimately worthless--while action movies are dubious in their realism, there is a bit of advice one gave that I've taken to heart:
Shoot the hostage.
From there, I was able to make it to the coordinates without interruption. What I found was...surprising, to say the least: a strange settlement, consisting of a mix of ramshackle cabins and relatively pristine buildings, including a bathhouse and what appeared to be a small hospital. My guess is that the Director and the other inhabitants--presumably her subordinates--got tired of roughing it and decided to spruce their hideout up a bit. I took it as a good sign; if they've gone soft, it'll make my job that much easier...but I won't make the mistake of underestimating them. Anyone who could eke out a living in conditions such as these shouldn't be taken lightly. I should probably avoid direct confrontation for now.
On that note, the hospital roof might make a good snipers' nest. Time to get to work--Tatsumiya Mana, moving out.