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Character: Frau
Series: 07 Ghost
Character Age: Mid-twenties in appearance
Counselor Job: Religious Studies Counselor
Canon: After defeating their adversaries ten years ago, the Barsburg Empire has taken power and is, by all accounts, a pretty shady government. There is a sanctuary away from the government: the seventh district, where criminals and orphans alike are able to seek a safe haven with the Church. This is pretty handy when amnesiac ex-slave Teito Klein lands in the lap of Bishop Frau while fleeing for his life from Barsburg’s military, only to be dragged back to the Church.
Unlike the stereotypical pious bishop, Frau is raucous, rude, and a rough and tumble type. He holds no real regard or attachment to religion or God, and dislikes both. Porn-loving and perverted, Frau might seem like another cliché altogether-the peeping Tom who can’t help but look in on naked nuns-but his motivations run much deeper than that. Mature and determined to do right, Frau holds human life as high on the scale of importance, and devotes himself to protecting it in God’s place. He goes out at night in order to help people so he doesn’t draw attention to himself, and never asks for thanks. Usually Frau would simply prefer that people only get the surface, roguish impression of him, and he seals up his heart of gold where few can see it.
Sample Post:
Huh, you’ve all bothered to gather for my sermon? Figures I wouldn’t get off easy. But I didn’t think the walking dead would have a taste for religion, since you’re well past your last rites and not even on the road to reincarnation. Then again, maybe you're here to get those funny looking monkeys in robes to set you right? Talk about strong-arming a relationship. I wouldn't look to them to purify you. I'd lose those imps fast, because even if your balls haven’t dropped yet, they’re just gonna end up a matching shade of indigo in the end. And look at those furballs-that’s close enough to their real color. Hey, I didn’t know it was so easy to get a rise out of you. But if you’re so upset, why not just get out of my hair?
Damn, you aren’t all shuffling off after all. Fine, I’ll give you your worthwhile lesson of the day: God’s a giant dick, and not the kind you’re gonna get any satisfaction from. He’s cold, dead, limp and useless, so if you’re looking for some help, take matters into your own hands. Got it?
But … heh, while you’re all here, I’ve got another proposition for you, one that isn’t gonna need you on your knees, for praying or otherwise. All you’ve gotta do is appreciate a nice, round, pair of knockers and a good ass to go with ’em. Just make sure you’re using the right brains-the ones downstairs. As long as they’re working, you’ll be good to go. Mine helped me take this damn job, with the nudist holiday being the selling point. But until that comes round again, I’m gonna have to hammer God’s dickery into your ears, and then we’ll get down to business. This’ll be better than touching hand holding and making daisy chains.
See, there’s a noticeable lack of coverage on that holiday I mentioned. Heh, well, obviously, but, why not make a magazine and get more exposure? Who cares if it comes just once a year? That doesn’t mean you have to. If a bunch of women are walking around with it all hanging out, why not get them to pose for us? Of course we’re gonna ask for permission-no need for them to be hot and bothered. If they put out for our publication, then we’ll put one out. It’ll be a better welcome manual than “enjoy the eyeball soup, pray a lot, and don’t screw the barrier too hard when you’re frustrated.” Oh, heh, with the barrier. Our magazine will be just the type of thing to keep you company on those lonely nights in those rundown cabins.
It’ll have a nice coming out with a shiny cover and title. How about Camp Uncovered Magazine? Cover it with some scripture and write an editorial about how our director is a great woman; she can just say she reads it for the articles.
46/4 (92%)
Series: 07 Ghost
Character Age: Mid-twenties in appearance
Counselor Job: Religious Studies Counselor
Canon: After defeating their adversaries ten years ago, the Barsburg Empire has taken power and is, by all accounts, a pretty shady government. There is a sanctuary away from the government: the seventh district, where criminals and orphans alike are able to seek a safe haven with the Church. This is pretty handy when amnesiac ex-slave Teito Klein lands in the lap of Bishop Frau while fleeing for his life from Barsburg’s military, only to be dragged back to the Church.
Unlike the stereotypical pious bishop, Frau is raucous, rude, and a rough and tumble type. He holds no real regard or attachment to religion or God, and dislikes both. Porn-loving and perverted, Frau might seem like another cliché altogether-the peeping Tom who can’t help but look in on naked nuns-but his motivations run much deeper than that. Mature and determined to do right, Frau holds human life as high on the scale of importance, and devotes himself to protecting it in God’s place. He goes out at night in order to help people so he doesn’t draw attention to himself, and never asks for thanks. Usually Frau would simply prefer that people only get the surface, roguish impression of him, and he seals up his heart of gold where few can see it.
Sample Post:
Huh, you’ve all bothered to gather for my sermon? Figures I wouldn’t get off easy. But I didn’t think the walking dead would have a taste for religion, since you’re well past your last rites and not even on the road to reincarnation. Then again, maybe you're here to get those funny looking monkeys in robes to set you right? Talk about strong-arming a relationship. I wouldn't look to them to purify you. I'd lose those imps fast, because even if your balls haven’t dropped yet, they’re just gonna end up a matching shade of indigo in the end. And look at those furballs-that’s close enough to their real color. Hey, I didn’t know it was so easy to get a rise out of you. But if you’re so upset, why not just get out of my hair?
Damn, you aren’t all shuffling off after all. Fine, I’ll give you your worthwhile lesson of the day: God’s a giant dick, and not the kind you’re gonna get any satisfaction from. He’s cold, dead, limp and useless, so if you’re looking for some help, take matters into your own hands. Got it?
But … heh, while you’re all here, I’ve got another proposition for you, one that isn’t gonna need you on your knees, for praying or otherwise. All you’ve gotta do is appreciate a nice, round, pair of knockers and a good ass to go with ’em. Just make sure you’re using the right brains-the ones downstairs. As long as they’re working, you’ll be good to go. Mine helped me take this damn job, with the nudist holiday being the selling point. But until that comes round again, I’m gonna have to hammer God’s dickery into your ears, and then we’ll get down to business. This’ll be better than touching hand holding and making daisy chains.
See, there’s a noticeable lack of coverage on that holiday I mentioned. Heh, well, obviously, but, why not make a magazine and get more exposure? Who cares if it comes just once a year? That doesn’t mean you have to. If a bunch of women are walking around with it all hanging out, why not get them to pose for us? Of course we’re gonna ask for permission-no need for them to be hot and bothered. If they put out for our publication, then we’ll put one out. It’ll be a better welcome manual than “enjoy the eyeball soup, pray a lot, and don’t screw the barrier too hard when you’re frustrated.” Oh, heh, with the barrier. Our magazine will be just the type of thing to keep you company on those lonely nights in those rundown cabins.
It’ll have a nice coming out with a shiny cover and title. How about Camp Uncovered Magazine? Cover it with some scripture and write an editorial about how our director is a great woman; she can just say she reads it for the articles.
46/4 (92%)