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I am being broken in like a broken in thing. Eizra finished weeding, I just have to send out all the emails after this is posted. And of course, this will be a FLAWLESS FIRST TRY. Haha just watch, you'll click on the link and YOUR COMPUTER WILL EXPLODE.
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Character: Nuku Nuku
Series: All Purpose Cultural Catgirl Nuku Nuku
Age: Her android body is supposed to resemble that of a 17-year old girl.
Canon: OK, let's get the best part of this canon out of the way: Nuku Nuku is an android with the brain of a cat.
That's right. A cat. As in, 'Meow! Look at this dead headless mouse I found! Isn't it awesome?'
She was created as a protector for her inventor's son, after her feline body was destroyed in a car accident one fateful Christmas Eve. She's a very perky and eager to please soul, albeit far from sharpest tack in the box. It's not unusual for her to forget all of the times her creator (who she refers to as 'Papa-san') has warned her against acting like a cat in public. She's prone to face-washing and going nuts over fish, and will get on all fours to chase a rodent without a second thought. When her loved ones are trouble, however, Nuku Nuku is no klutz. Thanks to the amazing strength her android body allows her, she's one of those butt-kicking females that'll send you crying home to momma.
Wooooow! So this is what a camp is like? Nuku Nuku has lived in the city for her entire life, so this is all so new and exciting! There are so many places to explore and new things to see. Like, when I went deep into the woods, I met a pack of kittens living out there! Poor little things. Don't they get cold without any fur? Someone should knit sweaters for them. They said they're from the planet Schmellikat-- outer space! How amazing! Of course picturing a group of cute little kittens driving a spaceship made me want to laugh out loud; but that probably would have hurt their feelings so I did my best not to.
Oh! They mentioned something about 'Making the humans our ac... ac...' oh yeah! Acquiescent! 'Making the humans our acquiescent chattels!'. I'm not sure what that means, but goodness they must be smart to use such big words! They also said something about figuring out how to disable the barrier. According to them, all you need is-- hey! Haha! A squirrel! Oh, I'm gonna catch you squirrel! Nya!
Awww, Zombie-san got him first. No fair! Now, what was I talking about? I forget. Ah well, I'm sure if it's important I'll remember it later!
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Character: Sakon and Ukon [Biz approved!]
Series: Naruto Naruto
Chuushin manga yay!
Age: 14
Canon: Because of the number of players familiar with Naruto
I’ll try to be extra brief. Naruto is about a young boy (named Naruto of
course), burdened with a difficult past and many obstacles, coming of age
and overcoming his problems (coincidentally helping to save the day in the
process). Naruto and his friends face several villains, one of the major
clashes being Orochimaru and his henchmen. The Sound Five Four are
one group of Orochimaru’s henchmen. The past and present members, in no
particular order, are Kimimaro, Sakon, Ukon, Jiroubou, Kidoumaru and Tayuya.
The name and number discrepancy is probably due to everyone ignoring Ukon...
Sakon is the strongest of the Four Sounds (excepting Kimimaro who’s in a
class of his own) and is quite aware of that fact. Violent, nearly as foul
mouthed as Tayuya, and possessing a wicked, wicked temper, Sakon
generally looks down on his enemies and insults them. However, his strength
as a ninja is enough that he usually gets away with underestimating his
opponents. Just not always. When he looses his temper he tends to fixate on
the objects of his rage and destroying them. But when his temper isn’t
running away with him he’s very intelligent and a solid strategist. His
trump card, Ukon and their shared abilities, usually helps in that respect.
Ukon is Sakon’s older twin brother and spends most of his time napping all
snuggled up inside Sakon’s body. While asleep he appears as a second head
emerging from Sakon’s upper back and enemies tend to ignore him. They use
this to their advantage, as Ukon can slip free from Sakon or send his limbs
from unexpected places for a surprise attack. Compared to Sakon, Ukon is
less prone to being carried away by his temper though his can be just as
fierce. Because of this Ukon is less likely to loose sight of their goals
and/or mission and occasionally reminds Sakon of them.
Sssssskt-
Orochimaru-sama, I discovered this tape-recorder, labeled from me to you,
beside me when I woke up so I take it I’m supposed to record a report for
you. The last thing I remember before waking up here was being captured in
that little bastard’s puppet. I am going to hunt him down and tear him to
pieces as soon as I figure out where in hell I am.
I don’t recognize anything at all. Not a single damn landmark in kilometers
of forest! The wildlife here seems unusually sentient and there are animate
corpses by the dozen. Ch’ nothing but weak trash. Putting themselves back
together only makes them a damn annoyance. And crying,
“Brainbrains! Braiinbraaaiins!!” what hell is that supposed to
be? A call for reinforcements? More and more of them certainly did flock
around each time one of them screamed that. There must have been well over
fifty before the lizards scared most of them away. Pathetic. No matter how
many of the slobbering bastards come at me I can still crush them all! A
couple of persistent ones are still following me around, moaning.
Yeah, yeah! Cut the whimpering down there! Moan all you want, filthy pieces
of trash, you’ll never get your hands and mouths on my head, or Ukon’s; we
aren't food- That’s it?! I’m not some damn delicacy!! I
am going to find a way to kill you all. . . again, permanently.
And the pack of large, bipedal lizards living here. . . The hell? There’s no
way creatures like this are natural. They’re too fast and smart. Nothing I
couldn’t take down in my sleep but they’re stalking me. If I
wasn’t so low on chakra I’d go down there and slaughter them. I’ve
never even heard of Summons like this before but oddities like that don’t
say much for the idiot who summoned them. The lizards are too weak to be a
challenge; utterly useless as a Summon. But if I find the summoner I’m going
to trash them. Fucking pests! And- What the?! That bird is wearing a
hitai-ate!
I’m no mere bird! I’m one of the famous ninja
lyrebirds of Camp Fuck You Die! And I know who you are~ One of the Sound
Four, West Gate’s Sakon.
. . . and it talks too. A perfect end to a shitty day.
Ah, such bad time perception! But what can you expect
from someone who can’t count? Sound Four? There are six members! You never
got to watch Sesame Street when you were a child, did you? ♥ I can
remedy that. Henge!
Shut up, damn bird! One more word and I’ll wring your scrawny little neck.
. . . a
puppet. I hate puppets!
Ah, ha, ha! Let’s count together! One, two, three,
four, five-
That’s it!! I’ll kill you! Ready,
Ukon?
. . .six! Six villainous henchmen! Ha, ha! You can’t
hit me! I’m a ninja lyrebird! Let’s count agai-ack!
Forgot about me, didn’t you? Die, you shitty little
bird!
Arrrwk!
Thanks, Aniki.
Let’s go. The sooner we figure out where we are the
sooner we can tear that bastard puppeteer and his little dog-loving friend
to pieces.
And the fucking mutt too!
Ch’. And toss the tape-recorder. We’ll be reporting in
person, and we don’t have a way to get it to Orochimaru-sama anyway.
Skssssssssss-
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Character: Kougaiji
Series: Saiyuki
Age: Unknown. Appears 19/20.
Canon: 500 years ago, Gyumaoh (the Bull Demon King) did a lot of things that Heaven didn't like. So, they sent Crown Prince Nataku to seal him away in his castle along with the rest of his family, including his son Kougaiji. At the start of the series Kougaiji is freed from this seal - but both of his parents are not. He is seeking the Five Founding Scriptures of Heaven and Earth (one of which Genjo Sanzo happens to have) so that he can lift the seal on his parents.
Kougaiji is charismatic, stubborn, occasionally brash, fiercely dedicated to his teammates, and a mama's boy to a fault. He is willing to die for any of his subjects and they would do likewise for him. Kougaiji has a weakness for his little sister Lirin, as well as his subordinates Yaone and Dokugakuji.
The Kougaiji of this application is based off the first 35 episodes of the Gensomaden Saiyuki anime series.
Yesterday we got an intelligence report saying that there was a disturbance in the demonic energy to the far east. The readings they showed me couldn't be that far off... I have to see this for myself.
My dragon can sense it too. Easy there, boy. Calm down. I don't like it either but there isn't any good place to land, and I don't like the look of those trees straight ahead. It's almost as if they're watching us.
Did that vine just move? It couldn't have - there's no wind.
...
HIGHER. WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW. NO, DON'T SHAKE ME OFF--GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN DRAGON!!
...what the hell are these vines made of? I should have fallen right through them. And now they're--shit, it's moving again, and I didn't just hear it laugh. Plants don't laugh - not even possessed ones. At least none of the ones I've seen.
Wait, no, leave my clothes alone! Stop! Do you have to tear them off? And get your vine off of my ass! I--
...
Maybe it's a good thing I came alone.
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Character: Ryuhou
Series: s-CRY-ed This site has a good plot summary.
Age: 17
Canon: Ryuhou is a privileged member of the Lost Ground society, having been born to one of the richest and most influential families in the City. He is an Alter user, and his power is the humanoid Zetsuei. (Alter is the ability to re-arrange matter into another form, usually armor or an avatar of sorts.)
Ryuhou is an officer of HOLY, a police force of Alter users designed to control the native Alters in the Lost Ground. Completely devoted to his ideals, he follows orders immediately and without question, believing that HOLY's rule is the only way to create peace and order. Believing his mother to have been killed by a native Alter, he holds a grudge against all those who rebel against the laws of "society." He is ruthless and focused, showing no mercy or flexibility in his beliefs. After fighting with Kazuma, he becomes obsessed with defeating the other man and bringing him to justice, setting up a conflict which will change their lives.
Ryuhou's demeanor is stoic, seemingly unaffected by anything around him. His impassive behavior is shaken only by his desire to defeat Kazuma and bring order back to the Lost Ground. He also speaks very formally.
This place is despicable. There is no order or direction for the inhabitants of this camp, and the "counselors" seem no better. I highly doubt this is actually a training facilty for new officers. More likely it is a trick by Kazuma those damn Native Alters. He would certainly fit well in this cesspit of lawlessness.
Undead creatures and rampaging animals run free and unchallenged--unacceptable! And I do not think Zetsuei will ever be the same. Earlier today, I encountered a group of oddly-colored gorillas, who were certainly out of place in this swamp. The apes seemed to find my Alter... attractive. All attempts to fight them off were unsuccessful, as they appeared to simply be laughing at me. I was forced to run away make a tactical retreat, which is unforgivable. I believe reinforcements may be necessary. No Alter-molesting purple simians will be allowed to remain.
As I ran away tried to return home from this place, I discovered a barrier protecting the outer borders. Breaking through it proved impossible, and rendered myself and Zetsuei infected with invisibility. Apparently, it is very difficult to watch one's path when one cannot see one's own feet. This unfortunate curse wore off when I fell into a rather odorous puddle of swamp mud. At least now I can see myself again...
I have decided that it will now be my mission to bring proper shower and laundry facilities order to this uncivilized place. Unlawfulness and mud have no place in society!
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Character: Enjolras (As a featured character in a lengthy nineteenth century novel, he is not
granted a given name by the author - his player calls him Michel for convenience)
Series: Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
Age: 19 (In his official description in canon, it reads that “his two-and-twenty years
looked like only seventeen,” but the point in time to which that age applies is
somewhat ambiguous. He is a student, and it is generally accepted that he is both
strange for his age and young. I think that it would be reasonable for him to be
about 19 when he first met Marius, i.e. circa 1828, approximately four years before
the events covered in the musical occur.)
Canon: A young, fanatical leader of a group of student revolutionaries in early nineteenth century Paris, France. Hobbies include debating, soap-boxing, declaiming, plotting the overthrow of the
government, stockpiling arms and ammunition, and carrying out the plan to overthrow the
government via building barricades. Somewhere in the middle of that, he’s a law student. He can be
extremely single-minded, harsh and intolerant, and future events show that he will not hesitate to use
violent force if he considers it to be necessary. Still, it is violence for great justice; his passion is for
pursuing what he believes to be right, defeating what he views to be oppressive and unjust. People are
attracted to him for that passion and his natural charisma, if not for his small talk. In other words, he loves
the People and has the ability to gain the loyalty of people but still manages to be something of a social
retard. He considers his country to be his "lover"; he clearly needs some intervention.
For all of his speechifying, he does prefer to be a man of action; during the Insurrection of 1832,
he is less chatty than the other students during the actual insurrection-ing, giving his big
speeches during times of waiting. Looking at the results of the Insurrection of 1832 (i.e. FAILURE),
we can assume that waiting is not his strong point (surely they could have waited until at least
four years after the previous revolution).
Oh, yeah, and Hugo says that he’s “angelically beautiful."
The necessity of revolution grows clear. The tyranny of King Charles X is more
oppressive than we ever knew. I was leaving the Café Musain alone last night
(that medical student, Combeferre, has been insisting on accompanying me for
the past few weeks, but last night said something about something being "like
trying to seduce a brick wall”; I can only figure that he was metaphorically
referring to attempting to convince the stone workers to our cause, though I
must debate the use of the vocabulary of lust in his rhetoric), when all went black.
When I awoke, I was in this strange forest; certainly not Paris, and I cannot say
for sure if I am even still in my beloved France.
I can only surmise that I, as a defender of the People, am a political prisoner
of some sort. This device appears to record text; it is prudent of me to bear
witness to what has happened to me, though haste is necessary, for my safety
is in question. I have already been attacked once since I awoke here; a small
group of pitiable individuals, their clothes and physical features eaten away by
the ravages of poverty, approached me and attempted to do me violence. I was
forced to defend myself, possibly killing one or two of them in the process, which
weighs heavily on my spirit.
Still, a lifetime of abasement had possibly twisted these souls beyond saving.
I am not familiar with the native vernacular of the people, but the word that
they repeated with the highest frequency and the greatest passion sounded
oddly like "Braaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiinnnnsssssssssss." Perhaps it was Polish; I now
regret not paying greater attention to Feuilly’s latest rant discourse on the
most recent developments in Polish nationalism.
There is also the possibility that one of my "friends" finally succeeded in
slipping absinthe into my glass while I was not looking; if that is, indeed,
the case, I not only fail to comprehend the appeal of the drink, but I also
plan to have a few words with them regarding behavior appropriate for
those responsible for the deliverance of the nation.
I will now attempt to ascertain whether the unfortunates whom I encountered
earlier were political prisoners like me or are the downtrodden citizens of this
country. Their state of being appears to be truly miserable, though I have to
say from my own observations that the rural poor, though destitute, are not
as pitiable as the urban poor, who suffer from decay of the spirit as well as
the body. If I can prevent them from attempting to gnaw on me in their great
hunger, as the last crowd tried to do, I am sure that I will be able to convince
them of hope; and from hope, to action.
And even if this is nothing but a chemical-fueled hallucination, I will act as
though it is real. I believe that the tree next to this text-printing machine is
attempting to touch me in an inappropriate manner, and I am feeling too
discomforted to ignore it as a product of my imagination (surely my imagination
is not so depraved as this).
If this is absinthe, there will be serious words with those useless and degenerate
university students my comrades. There are times when I am fearful for the
future of our country.
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Character: Guy
Series: Fire Emblem
Age: Never specifically stated, but somewhere in the 14-17 range (probably closer to 14/15)
Canon: Guy is an ambitious young swordsman from Sacae. As a Sacaen, he has a strong sense of honour. However, he's also rather foolish; he's headstrong and overconfident. He strives to become the best swordsman in the world, so that he can protect his tribe and especially his mother. However, he often aims too high and ends up being defeated. (He's not great at accepting defeat or criticism, either, and often comes up with excuses or arguments to try and make himself look better.) As far as interaction with other characters goes, Guy doesn't actually know many of them well - notable relationships would be with Karel, a bloodthirsty swordmaster who he has deemed "his master" (despite the fact that Karel could care less) and with Matthew, a young spy who saved his life years ago. Guy is indebted to him. Overall, though, Guy is just a big dork. :P
Camp Fuck You Die, huh. So this is "summer camp", right? Matthew said I ought to come here to relax and take a break from training.
But seriously, stop training? For months? I don't think so. That won't do if I am to become the greatest swordmaster in the world someday. In fact, I'm going to consider this "Camp Fuck You Die" a whole new mission! I did hear a few screams from the woods, anyway. Perhaps there are some kind of vicious beasts I can slay for training? I keep hearing about "zombies", and I saw this thing earlier, roaming about the camp. It's a start. Besides, after that dragon a while back, it should be a piece of cake! Let's just forget that I didn't even get a hit in on the dragon for now...I was there, wasn't I? That counts. Master Karel would be proud.
I see only one problem: before I left, Matthew took my sword among other things. And to add to that, I don't know how to use the "zombie-killin' shotgun" I was given. However, in times of crisis, a truly great swordmaster would be able to find an alternative solution to the problem. And while I can't seem to locate a sword anywhere, I found these interesting... things... lying on the ground of the boys' cabin I was assigned to. They certainly look dangerous. Maybe I can make a weapon out of them - a weapon is no more than a dangerous object wielded with skill, anyway. I'll show Matthew what I can do. If he thinks he can stop me by merely taking away my sword, he doesn't realize who he's dealing with.
You know, I think maybe I'll have a good time here after all. But now I've no more time to waste writing in a journal! Onwards; into the fray!
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Character: Nuku Nuku
Series: All Purpose Cultural Catgirl Nuku Nuku
Age: Her android body is supposed to resemble that of a 17-year old girl.
Canon: OK, let's get the best part of this canon out of the way: Nuku Nuku is an android with the brain of a cat.
That's right. A cat. As in, 'Meow! Look at this dead headless mouse I found! Isn't it awesome?'
She was created as a protector for her inventor's son, after her feline body was destroyed in a car accident one fateful Christmas Eve. She's a very perky and eager to please soul, albeit far from sharpest tack in the box. It's not unusual for her to forget all of the times her creator (who she refers to as 'Papa-san') has warned her against acting like a cat in public. She's prone to face-washing and going nuts over fish, and will get on all fours to chase a rodent without a second thought. When her loved ones are trouble, however, Nuku Nuku is no klutz. Thanks to the amazing strength her android body allows her, she's one of those butt-kicking females that'll send you crying home to momma.
Wooooow! So this is what a camp is like? Nuku Nuku has lived in the city for her entire life, so this is all so new and exciting! There are so many places to explore and new things to see. Like, when I went deep into the woods, I met a pack of kittens living out there! Poor little things. Don't they get cold without any fur? Someone should knit sweaters for them. They said they're from the planet Schmellikat-- outer space! How amazing! Of course picturing a group of cute little kittens driving a spaceship made me want to laugh out loud; but that probably would have hurt their feelings so I did my best not to.
Oh! They mentioned something about 'Making the humans our ac... ac...' oh yeah! Acquiescent! 'Making the humans our acquiescent chattels!'. I'm not sure what that means, but goodness they must be smart to use such big words! They also said something about figuring out how to disable the barrier. According to them, all you need is-- hey! Haha! A squirrel! Oh, I'm gonna catch you squirrel! Nya!
Awww, Zombie-san got him first. No fair! Now, what was I talking about? I forget. Ah well, I'm sure if it's important I'll remember it later!
Poll Vote!
Character: Sakon and Ukon [Biz approved!]
Series: Naruto Naruto
Chuushin manga yay!
Age: 14
Canon: Because of the number of players familiar with Naruto
I’ll try to be extra brief. Naruto is about a young boy (named Naruto of
course), burdened with a difficult past and many obstacles, coming of age
and overcoming his problems (coincidentally helping to save the day in the
process). Naruto and his friends face several villains, one of the major
clashes being Orochimaru and his henchmen. The Sound Five Four are
one group of Orochimaru’s henchmen. The past and present members, in no
particular order, are Kimimaro, Sakon, Ukon, Jiroubou, Kidoumaru and Tayuya.
The name and number discrepancy is probably due to everyone ignoring Ukon...
Sakon is the strongest of the Four Sounds (excepting Kimimaro who’s in a
class of his own) and is quite aware of that fact. Violent, nearly as foul
mouthed as Tayuya, and possessing a wicked, wicked temper, Sakon
generally looks down on his enemies and insults them. However, his strength
as a ninja is enough that he usually gets away with underestimating his
opponents. Just not always. When he looses his temper he tends to fixate on
the objects of his rage and destroying them. But when his temper isn’t
running away with him he’s very intelligent and a solid strategist. His
trump card, Ukon and their shared abilities, usually helps in that respect.
Ukon is Sakon’s older twin brother and spends most of his time napping all
snuggled up inside Sakon’s body. While asleep he appears as a second head
emerging from Sakon’s upper back and enemies tend to ignore him. They use
this to their advantage, as Ukon can slip free from Sakon or send his limbs
from unexpected places for a surprise attack. Compared to Sakon, Ukon is
less prone to being carried away by his temper though his can be just as
fierce. Because of this Ukon is less likely to loose sight of their goals
and/or mission and occasionally reminds Sakon of them.
Sssssskt-
Orochimaru-sama, I discovered this tape-recorder, labeled from me to you,
beside me when I woke up so I take it I’m supposed to record a report for
you. The last thing I remember before waking up here was being captured in
that little bastard’s puppet. I am going to hunt him down and tear him to
pieces as soon as I figure out where in hell I am.
I don’t recognize anything at all. Not a single damn landmark in kilometers
of forest! The wildlife here seems unusually sentient and there are animate
corpses by the dozen. Ch’ nothing but weak trash. Putting themselves back
together only makes them a damn annoyance. And crying,
“Brainbrains! Braiinbraaaiins!!” what hell is that supposed to
be? A call for reinforcements? More and more of them certainly did flock
around each time one of them screamed that. There must have been well over
fifty before the lizards scared most of them away. Pathetic. No matter how
many of the slobbering bastards come at me I can still crush them all! A
couple of persistent ones are still following me around, moaning.
Yeah, yeah! Cut the whimpering down there! Moan all you want, filthy pieces
of trash, you’ll never get your hands and mouths on my head, or Ukon’s; we
aren't food- That’s it?! I’m not some damn delicacy!! I
am going to find a way to kill you all. . . again, permanently.
And the pack of large, bipedal lizards living here. . . The hell? There’s no
way creatures like this are natural. They’re too fast and smart. Nothing I
couldn’t take down in my sleep but they’re stalking me. If I
wasn’t so low on chakra I’d go down there and slaughter them. I’ve
never even heard of Summons like this before but oddities like that don’t
say much for the idiot who summoned them. The lizards are too weak to be a
challenge; utterly useless as a Summon. But if I find the summoner I’m going
to trash them. Fucking pests! And- What the?! That bird is wearing a
hitai-ate!
I’m no mere bird! I’m one of the famous ninja
lyrebirds of Camp Fuck You Die! And I know who you are~ One of the Sound
Four, West Gate’s Sakon.
. . . and it talks too. A perfect end to a shitty day.
Ah, such bad time perception! But what can you expect
from someone who can’t count? Sound Four? There are six members! You never
got to watch Sesame Street when you were a child, did you? ♥ I can
remedy that. Henge!
Shut up, damn bird! One more word and I’ll wring your scrawny little neck.
. . . a
puppet. I hate puppets!
Ah, ha, ha! Let’s count together! One, two, three,
four, five-
That’s it!! I’ll kill you! Ready,
Ukon?
. . .six! Six villainous henchmen! Ha, ha! You can’t
hit me! I’m a ninja lyrebird! Let’s count agai-ack!
Forgot about me, didn’t you? Die, you shitty little
bird!
Arrrwk!
Thanks, Aniki.
Let’s go. The sooner we figure out where we are the
sooner we can tear that bastard puppeteer and his little dog-loving friend
to pieces.
And the fucking mutt too!
Ch’. And toss the tape-recorder. We’ll be reporting in
person, and we don’t have a way to get it to Orochimaru-sama anyway.
Skssssssssss-
Poll Vote!
Character: Kougaiji
Series: Saiyuki
Age: Unknown. Appears 19/20.
Canon: 500 years ago, Gyumaoh (the Bull Demon King) did a lot of things that Heaven didn't like. So, they sent Crown Prince Nataku to seal him away in his castle along with the rest of his family, including his son Kougaiji. At the start of the series Kougaiji is freed from this seal - but both of his parents are not. He is seeking the Five Founding Scriptures of Heaven and Earth (one of which Genjo Sanzo happens to have) so that he can lift the seal on his parents.
Kougaiji is charismatic, stubborn, occasionally brash, fiercely dedicated to his teammates, and a mama's boy to a fault. He is willing to die for any of his subjects and they would do likewise for him. Kougaiji has a weakness for his little sister Lirin, as well as his subordinates Yaone and Dokugakuji.
The Kougaiji of this application is based off the first 35 episodes of the Gensomaden Saiyuki anime series.
Yesterday we got an intelligence report saying that there was a disturbance in the demonic energy to the far east. The readings they showed me couldn't be that far off... I have to see this for myself.
My dragon can sense it too. Easy there, boy. Calm down. I don't like it either but there isn't any good place to land, and I don't like the look of those trees straight ahead. It's almost as if they're watching us.
Did that vine just move? It couldn't have - there's no wind.
...
HIGHER. WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW. NO, DON'T SHAKE ME OFF--GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN DRAGON!!
...what the hell are these vines made of? I should have fallen right through them. And now they're--shit, it's moving again, and I didn't just hear it laugh. Plants don't laugh - not even possessed ones. At least none of the ones I've seen.
Wait, no, leave my clothes alone! Stop! Do you have to tear them off? And get your vine off of my ass! I--
...
Maybe it's a good thing I came alone.
Poll Vote!
Character: Ryuhou
Series: s-CRY-ed This site has a good plot summary.
Age: 17
Canon: Ryuhou is a privileged member of the Lost Ground society, having been born to one of the richest and most influential families in the City. He is an Alter user, and his power is the humanoid Zetsuei. (Alter is the ability to re-arrange matter into another form, usually armor or an avatar of sorts.)
Ryuhou is an officer of HOLY, a police force of Alter users designed to control the native Alters in the Lost Ground. Completely devoted to his ideals, he follows orders immediately and without question, believing that HOLY's rule is the only way to create peace and order. Believing his mother to have been killed by a native Alter, he holds a grudge against all those who rebel against the laws of "society." He is ruthless and focused, showing no mercy or flexibility in his beliefs. After fighting with Kazuma, he becomes obsessed with defeating the other man and bringing him to justice, setting up a conflict which will change their lives.
Ryuhou's demeanor is stoic, seemingly unaffected by anything around him. His impassive behavior is shaken only by his desire to defeat Kazuma and bring order back to the Lost Ground. He also speaks very formally.
This place is despicable. There is no order or direction for the inhabitants of this camp, and the "counselors" seem no better. I highly doubt this is actually a training facilty for new officers. More likely it is a trick by Kazuma those damn Native Alters. He would certainly fit well in this cesspit of lawlessness.
Undead creatures and rampaging animals run free and unchallenged--unacceptable! And I do not think Zetsuei will ever be the same. Earlier today, I encountered a group of oddly-colored gorillas, who were certainly out of place in this swamp. The apes seemed to find my Alter... attractive. All attempts to fight them off were unsuccessful, as they appeared to simply be laughing at me. I was forced to run away make a tactical retreat, which is unforgivable. I believe reinforcements may be necessary. No Alter-molesting purple simians will be allowed to remain.
As I ran away tried to return home from this place, I discovered a barrier protecting the outer borders. Breaking through it proved impossible, and rendered myself and Zetsuei infected with invisibility. Apparently, it is very difficult to watch one's path when one cannot see one's own feet. This unfortunate curse wore off when I fell into a rather odorous puddle of swamp mud. At least now I can see myself again...
I have decided that it will now be my mission to bring proper shower and laundry facilities order to this uncivilized place. Unlawfulness and mud have no place in society!
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Character: Enjolras (As a featured character in a lengthy nineteenth century novel, he is not
granted a given name by the author - his player calls him Michel for convenience)
Series: Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
Age: 19 (In his official description in canon, it reads that “his two-and-twenty years
looked like only seventeen,” but the point in time to which that age applies is
somewhat ambiguous. He is a student, and it is generally accepted that he is both
strange for his age and young. I think that it would be reasonable for him to be
about 19 when he first met Marius, i.e. circa 1828, approximately four years before
the events covered in the musical occur.)
Canon: A young, fanatical leader of a group of student revolutionaries in early nineteenth century Paris, France. Hobbies include debating, soap-boxing, declaiming, plotting the overthrow of the
government, stockpiling arms and ammunition, and carrying out the plan to overthrow the
government via building barricades. Somewhere in the middle of that, he’s a law student. He can be
extremely single-minded, harsh and intolerant, and future events show that he will not hesitate to use
violent force if he considers it to be necessary. Still, it is violence for great justice; his passion is for
pursuing what he believes to be right, defeating what he views to be oppressive and unjust. People are
attracted to him for that passion and his natural charisma, if not for his small talk. In other words, he loves
the People and has the ability to gain the loyalty of people but still manages to be something of a social
retard. He considers his country to be his "lover"; he clearly needs some intervention.
For all of his speechifying, he does prefer to be a man of action; during the Insurrection of 1832,
he is less chatty than the other students during the actual insurrection-ing, giving his big
speeches during times of waiting. Looking at the results of the Insurrection of 1832 (i.e. FAILURE),
we can assume that waiting is not his strong point (surely they could have waited until at least
four years after the previous revolution).
Oh, yeah, and Hugo says that he’s “angelically beautiful."
The necessity of revolution grows clear. The tyranny of King Charles X is more
oppressive than we ever knew. I was leaving the Café Musain alone last night
(that medical student, Combeferre, has been insisting on accompanying me for
the past few weeks, but last night said something about something being "like
trying to seduce a brick wall”; I can only figure that he was metaphorically
referring to attempting to convince the stone workers to our cause, though I
must debate the use of the vocabulary of lust in his rhetoric), when all went black.
When I awoke, I was in this strange forest; certainly not Paris, and I cannot say
for sure if I am even still in my beloved France.
I can only surmise that I, as a defender of the People, am a political prisoner
of some sort. This device appears to record text; it is prudent of me to bear
witness to what has happened to me, though haste is necessary, for my safety
is in question. I have already been attacked once since I awoke here; a small
group of pitiable individuals, their clothes and physical features eaten away by
the ravages of poverty, approached me and attempted to do me violence. I was
forced to defend myself, possibly killing one or two of them in the process, which
weighs heavily on my spirit.
Still, a lifetime of abasement had possibly twisted these souls beyond saving.
I am not familiar with the native vernacular of the people, but the word that
they repeated with the highest frequency and the greatest passion sounded
oddly like "Braaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiinnnnsssssssssss." Perhaps it was Polish; I now
regret not paying greater attention to Feuilly’s latest rant discourse on the
most recent developments in Polish nationalism.
There is also the possibility that one of my "friends" finally succeeded in
slipping absinthe into my glass while I was not looking; if that is, indeed,
the case, I not only fail to comprehend the appeal of the drink, but I also
plan to have a few words with them regarding behavior appropriate for
those responsible for the deliverance of the nation.
I will now attempt to ascertain whether the unfortunates whom I encountered
earlier were political prisoners like me or are the downtrodden citizens of this
country. Their state of being appears to be truly miserable, though I have to
say from my own observations that the rural poor, though destitute, are not
as pitiable as the urban poor, who suffer from decay of the spirit as well as
the body. If I can prevent them from attempting to gnaw on me in their great
hunger, as the last crowd tried to do, I am sure that I will be able to convince
them of hope; and from hope, to action.
And even if this is nothing but a chemical-fueled hallucination, I will act as
though it is real. I believe that the tree next to this text-printing machine is
attempting to touch me in an inappropriate manner, and I am feeling too
discomforted to ignore it as a product of my imagination (surely my imagination
is not so depraved as this).
If this is absinthe, there will be serious words with those useless and degenerate
university students my comrades. There are times when I am fearful for the
future of our country.
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Character: Guy
Series: Fire Emblem
Age: Never specifically stated, but somewhere in the 14-17 range (probably closer to 14/15)
Canon: Guy is an ambitious young swordsman from Sacae. As a Sacaen, he has a strong sense of honour. However, he's also rather foolish; he's headstrong and overconfident. He strives to become the best swordsman in the world, so that he can protect his tribe and especially his mother. However, he often aims too high and ends up being defeated. (He's not great at accepting defeat or criticism, either, and often comes up with excuses or arguments to try and make himself look better.) As far as interaction with other characters goes, Guy doesn't actually know many of them well - notable relationships would be with Karel, a bloodthirsty swordmaster who he has deemed "his master" (despite the fact that Karel could care less) and with Matthew, a young spy who saved his life years ago. Guy is indebted to him. Overall, though, Guy is just a big dork. :P
Camp Fuck You Die, huh. So this is "summer camp", right? Matthew said I ought to come here to relax and take a break from training.
But seriously, stop training? For months? I don't think so. That won't do if I am to become the greatest swordmaster in the world someday. In fact, I'm going to consider this "Camp Fuck You Die" a whole new mission! I did hear a few screams from the woods, anyway. Perhaps there are some kind of vicious beasts I can slay for training? I keep hearing about "zombies", and I saw this thing earlier, roaming about the camp. It's a start. Besides, after that dragon a while back, it should be a piece of cake! Let's just forget that I didn't even get a hit in on the dragon for now...I was there, wasn't I? That counts. Master Karel would be proud.
I see only one problem: before I left, Matthew took my sword among other things. And to add to that, I don't know how to use the "zombie-killin' shotgun" I was given. However, in times of crisis, a truly great swordmaster would be able to find an alternative solution to the problem. And while I can't seem to locate a sword anywhere, I found these interesting... things... lying on the ground of the boys' cabin I was assigned to. They certainly look dangerous. Maybe I can make a weapon out of them - a weapon is no more than a dangerous object wielded with skill, anyway. I'll show Matthew what I can do. If he thinks he can stop me by merely taking away my sword, he doesn't realize who he's dealing with.
You know, I think maybe I'll have a good time here after all. But now I've no more time to waste writing in a journal! Onwards; into the fray!
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