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Character: Percy Jackson
Series: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Character Age: 16
Canon: Growing up can be tough. Growing up can be really tough if you’re the half-divine, half-mortal hero kid of a human and an Olympian god. And growing up the hero kid of Poseidon with a prophecy about the end of Western Civilization riding on your shoulders? That’s really, really tough… but with the training of magical Camp Half-Blood, the help of his friends/relatives, and a lot of luck, Percy Jackson (Prophecy Kid and Son of the Sea God) manages to survive book after book of mythological dangers.
Percy is loyal, brave, and a good leader, with a rebellious streak the size of the Hudson and a good track record on saving the world. However he still sometimes fights with his friends, gets suckered into doing what the forces of evil were hoping for, and can be really clueless. Despite the fact that he has super ocean powers, chats up sea critters, and spends his life being chased around by ancient Greek monsters, Percy has a down-to-Earth outlook about his adventures. And no matter how strange his dual lives as a New York City school kid and a sword-slinging demigod get, he narrates his many adventures in a chatty, casual way.
Sample Post:
CHAPTER ONE
I AM SWAMPED WITH WORK
This time, summer camp started in October.
I know what you’re thinking - summer? October? Who taught this guy his seasons? - but heading to camp with the leaves changing colors is familiar territory for me. Actually, so is rubbing elbows with the undead, being framed for a crime I definitely didn’t commit, hanging out inside a magical barrier, and watching people turn into small and fuzzy animals. That stuff just happens in my family. Even vanishing at Grand Central and popping up in Louisiana doesn’t top my charts for “weirdest commute.” I mean, irritate the wrong immortal, walk into some monster’s lair, and you’ll find yourself stranded a few miles underground faster than Hermes can pick your pocket.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s go back to that monster thing, because it was pretty clear from the minute I touched down in Louisiana that this place had a serious monster problem. Not a “destroy civilization as we know it” monster problem, but at least a huge-special-effects-budget Hollywood blockbuster type problem. So even though I was still sort of mad about missing my train, I could pretty much understand why this place had called in a hero for some exterminator work. Lucky for me (sort of), the monsters understood, too. They came running, I pulled my sword out of my pocket, and - well, when a half-blood and a violent violet ape hate each other very much, nine seconds later, you have a purple monkey head rolling toward the lake. I don’t need to go into detail, right? You can figure out the rest, and you really don’t want to read about what I found in those gorillas’ stomachs.
Still, looking back on it, single-handedly fighting the multicolored forces of zoo-doom was Elysium compared to what happened next. See, somewhere between a Stygian toucan and the iron cow, I felt a tentacle around my ankle.
Usually that’s not a big deal. Not to brag, but I’ve got VIP status with just about everyone under the sea. I mean, when your dad is Poseidon, there’re plenty of people who want to introduce themselves. It’s great for killing time at an aquarium, awkward at sushi joints, and apparently a recipe for disaster south of the Mason-Dixie line, because that tentacle didn’t offer to help knock some zombies together or even douse a couple ducklings. She just yanked, and she yanked hard, because I was breathing H2O before I’d realized that my sword had stopped filleting metal mignon. I didn’t even get the usual “Hey, son of the sea god, good to see you!” treatment from the lake’s locals, because most of them were screaming about what that tentacle was up to, and let me tell you, the trout were burbling things that would have made Aphrodite blush. But I can’t really blame them for not starting with “hello,” since what happened next … was pretty much the worst underwater kiss of all time.
And that was just my first fifteen minutes at Camp Fuck You Die.
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Character: Judith.
Series: Tales of Vesperia
Character Age: 19.
Canon: Terca Lumireis is your average fantasy world. A huge empire known simply as The Empire, a vaguely communist alliance of guilds called The Union, and a helpful heaping of monsters roaming the country-side and forcing all humans to live inside cities protected by 'barriers' creates the scene. And from this setting springs a group of intrepid (mostly) young heroes who cook, gamble, and save the world from what may be the most obvious allegory for fossil fuels in a Tales of game yet.
The last member to join your party is the mysterious Judith. Despite her scantily clad state and rockin' bod, she's much more than just a pretty face. A member of the minority race of Terca Lumireis, the Kritya, she's a bit of an oddball when compared to the rest of her people. Instead of being withdrawn and bookish, Judy (as her friends call her) is outgoing, and has an almost frightening love of a good fight. Though she can seem distant to people when they first meet her, she's a reliable friend, and would do anything for those who are important to her. She also has a strong sense of justice, and hates to stand by without doing anything to help someone in need. Judith isn't one to dance around an issue, and can surprise people with how blunt she can be. An intelligent woman and good cook, she also enjoys a healthy dose of flirting. Sadly for the rest of the cast, it's mostly just to get a rise out of people- she'll take a nice bloodbath over a date any day.
Sample Post:
You know, I don't usually exterminate monsters for other monsters. Most of the time they do that themselves, but I guess you are a little small for your species. Some people would say you were cheating, Mr. Gorilla, but who am I to judge. I'm the one who came all the way out here, after all, even if finding Seefud Swamp was unusually hard. Next time you might want to send better directions than 'over there' and 'in that general area'. But your home is very nice, I must say; the rotting corpses and pink water really brighten up the place! It's all very ... unique.
Wait, you want to change directions now? The way we were going seemed fine until a minute ago, before that strange music started. You shouldn't get so upset over it, it's not even that bad! Flailing around will probably just give us away to the enemy. Not that surprise attacks aren't fun, but I usually like to be on the side doing the surprising. There's no need for all the fuss, and if we do run into anything, I'll gladly take care of it for you. I don't know how much damage this 'Rick' can do by rolling around, but even if he is strong, that just makes it more fun. But we're wasting time here- I still have yet to see the Giganto Monster you were talking about.
Now, where are we going again? I got the jump to the left and a skip to the right part, but walking around with my hands on my hips all the time is a little tiring. I'm not saying I don't like it, I just think we're getting a little off track. Like when you're in the middle of writing something, and you don't know what else to put to make it have a higher word count, so you just start fluffing it with things that have little overall bearing on the outcome. Not that I've done that often, I certainly don't need any more 'padding' than I already have, but I've heard that it's a common tactic; for writers, anyway.
Oh, wait, I think I see it. You said it was an aquatic monster, didn't you? I can see the problem you were having with her, having such a long range with her tentacles and a constant form of retreat in her lake. I've got a few ideas with how to handle this, but if you have any suggestions- well, besides that one that you keep bringing up, maybe. Dressing down isn't my style, though I guess it can't hurt to try, even though it is a little tricky fighting with so much exposure. No, first I think I'll see if we girls can make an agreement on whether or not this battle's going to be armor-optional.
Hello, Marcy? Will you show me yours if I show you mine? ♥
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Character: Xion
Series: Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days
Character Age: 14
Canon: Mix Disney and Square Enix, add a dash of world-saving, and sprinkle gratuitously with friendship. Use your willpower for a solid blend, and you've successfully created Kingdom Hearts. The hero of our tale, Sora, is a young boy with the power to wield the legendary Keyblade-- a power that many want. With the goal to create "Kingdom Hearts", the Organization XIII, a group made up of "Nobodies", is amongst the people who wish to get their hands on it. You see, Nobodies just so happen to be what's left of a strong person after they get their heart eaten by a Heartless, the monsters running around in this game. Naturally, they kind of miss their heart, and creating Kingdom Hearts should help with this little problem. It's only when Roxas, Sora's Nobody, shows up that they finally get their chance, since just like his original self, he's also capable of using the Keyblade.
Roxas isn't the latest addition to the group, however. That place goes to Xion, number XIV, who joins just a few days after his appearance. Initially quiet and mysterious, after a few missions, she reveals herself to be a nice, caring girl, despite technically not having a heart at all. It doesn't take her long to bond with Roxas and Axel, fellow Organization XIII members, and they quickly become "best friends". Brave and strong willed, she isn't someone who gets intimidated easily and she is an overall determined person who strives to find her place in the world. She can be particularly curious about things she doesn't know, and may be surprised whenever she sees something new. Xion definitely loves her friends dearly, and her greatest wish is, no doubt, to be able to stay with them-- even if she isn't selfish enough to put it above everything else; after all, their well-being comes first.
Sample Post:
Where am I? I really don't remember coming to this world. Is this real life? Or is this just a fantasy? I... almost feel like I'm caught in a landslide. But isn't this in the middle of a swamp? That really doesn't make sense. Why would I see this in my dreams, anyway? And there are so many weird things, even the plants seem so odd. Are the tomatoes really breathing fire? It doesn't look like something I'd want to put on my meal. And the people in the distance, they... really don't look too well. It's almost as if their skin is rotting, but I don't think they would be able to walk if that was the case. Wouldn't it have been better to dream about something more usual? Something like watching the sunset and eating ice cream with the two of them.
--Ah?! Who's there? Show your face, or I'm going to attack! Wait, is that... a gorilla? What kind of gorilla has fur of that color? I wasn't supposed to get caught anywhere, especially not by some ape that looks like a giant plum. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, purple fur is still very dignified. Are you one of this place's inhabitants? If you are, do you think you could tell me where this is? It's weird, I feel like there's something pulling me ... drawing me, and I thought I'd find it at the center of this place, but when I went there, I couldn't find anything.
I see, this place is called "Camp Fuck You Die", that's really a... unique name. Do you think you could tell me more about it? I want to know why I am here. Maybe if I can find the answer to that, I'll understand just what exactly this feeling is. Now that I think about it, I really don't remember coming here. Does that mean it's really a dream? Everything around here is so strange, it's hard not to believe that. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you, Mr. Gorilla, please go on.
Wait, so the director of this place is trapping people here? Why's that...? That really doesn't sound like a good way to find a killer. And it doesn't explain why I'm feeling that strange thing, either. What does this all have to do with me? I guess, if I want to find the answers, I should explore this place and get to know more. Thank you for all of your help, Mr. Gorilla. From this point on, I can do by myself. Don't worry, I'll know how to deal with it if I end up facing a monster. Even ... if it has tentacles, I think it shouldn't be a problem. There's really only one way to find out though; I'll know it once I get in that situation.
Is there anything else you want to tell me before I go? All right, then, I'll start by the lake.
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Character: Anita "Needy" Lesnicki
Series: Jennifer's Body
Character Age: 18ish
Canon:
SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE MOVIE IN THE CANON AND APP
Jennifer's Body is a black comedy/horror film about a demonic Megan Fox (as the extremely titular Jennifer) seducing boys so that she can devour their delicious organs, and her significantly less demonic best friend who must stop her. Needy is Jennifer's BFF and has been so since it was "sandbox love." She is also the hero that must slay the monster that Jennifer has become. While Jennifer is outgoing and popular, Needy is nerdy and somewhat reserved. The viewer is led to believe, though, that even before all the demons came into the equation, it's Needy who is far more secure and emotionally stable.
Unfortunately, she doesn't come out of the movie that way. The movie is narrated by a very different sort of Needy. After being caught slaying Jennifer, and presumably taking the fall for all of her other killings, Needy is sentenced to a maximum security psych ward. By her own admittance, though, that may be where she belongs now. She feels a bit "loose around the edges" and is prone to violent outbursts that have landed a number or orderlies in the hospital. She's now foul-mouthed, foul tempered and blunt.
Oh, and the fact that in their final struggle, she absorbed some of Jennifer's demonic nature probably isn't doing her sanity too many favors either.
Sample Post:
So. Huh. Zombies. That's pretty weird. But hey, who am I to judge? Life can be pretty fucking weird. I know how fucking weird it can be. Any of you guys ever been to high school? Now high school is fucking weird. You think you know people, but they just keep changing. Things change, people change, and then things just can't unchange. Things never go back to being the way they were. I think that's weird. It seems weird to me. And how there's so much pressure to be "cool" but if you stand out too much, they eat you alive. Not that kind of eat you alive, I mean. That's not really supposed to happen. Pretty fucking weird when it does, though. And don't even get me started on the bizarre primitive ritual that is a pep rally.
Okay, I think I'm not making my point very well. I guess I'm kind of doing that crazy-person insane ramble thing, which honestly I am trying to cut down on. I'm know I'm kind of "Girl, Interrupted" today, but bear with me, alright? Anyway, my point is that I think I get you guys. If you're hungry, you gotta eat. I used to not get that. Pretty weird thing not to get, right? But it makes sense to me now. Say you get a pop tart. And hey, a pop tart's all right. I like pop tarts too. But pop tart doesn't really fill you up and you have the fucking nurses crawling up your ass all fucking day about it, shit, but if I have to eat unsalted scrambled eggs one more God damn time, I really am going to become a fucking serial killer I swear to fucking Christ.
So, y'know. I get it.
Anyway, you could try praying about it, if you want. Supposedly that works wonders for not being an insane, flesh-craving monster. I'm going to be honest though; I haven't had a lot of luck. I've prayed, I've had people pray for me, and mostly? The Power of Christ mostly compelled me to be bored and kind of sympathy embaressed. Like, you know that weird feeling you get when you're watching TailSpin and remember just how much your best friend wanted to marry Kit Cloudkicker? Yeah, that's basically what watching people have a prayer vigil for you is like. So I say just go for it. I'm pretty sure JC himself advocated eating people first, after all.
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Character name: Pamela Ibis
Series: Mana Khemia: Alchemists of Al-Revis
Age: Appears 17
Canon: In a world where Magic prospers, Harry Potter Vayne Aurelius, the orphaned son of the legendary Alchemist Theofratus receives an invitation to Al-Revis Academy: a prestigious school where children with the talent for alchemy enrolled in order to obtain the license to practice it. There, Vayne is recruited into a workshop filled with eccentric people, and together they experience the fun and drama of school life as Vayne learns more about the secrets of his father's past.
What distinguishes Pamela from the other members of Vayne’s workshop is that she’s a ghost, and one who makes the most of her situation. Seemingly sweet and innocent, appearing as a loli carrying a teddy bear, Pamela is actually the type of ghost that goes around scaring people for her personal amusement. She is spoiled, selfish, and wouldn’t hesitate to resort to emotional manipulation (usually through fake tears or acting coy) to get her way. But while she trolls people and takes them on an emotional rollercoaster, Pamela thinks it's all in good fun, and doesn't understand how it can be harmful or if their feelings could be hurt by it. Having been confined to only Al-Revis Academy since her death, her playful teasing is only something she uses to try to get their attention and make new friends.
Sample Entry:
I was confused when I just suddenly appeared in this place, but now I think I know what I have to do! I was told that it’s about to reach that time of the year when scary things that go bump at night come out and trick people, and it looks like the nice lady director has brought me here to help scare her "campers". It’s been a long time since I’ve been outside Al-Revis Academy, and I can barely remember what the world outside looks like. I can’t wait to start explori- No, wait. I need to focus! I have a job to do to thank the nice lady director for freeing me from the Academy’s grounds. So I’ll focus my attention on this first, and do my best to help her! Not that it’s bad, because there are all these potential new friends and interesting people I can try to scare. It’ll be fun, so let’s get down to business!
Hmm... I’m not too sure about the atmosphere of this place though. It’s so bleak and smelly! It’s no good! The overgrown trees are a classic for a potentially perilous swamp effect, but those vines don’t do anything except move around, so it’s not worth the suspense. It’s boring and not scary at all! And while we’re talking about things that aren’t scary, what’s with those things walking around going "Ughhhhhh Braaaaaaaaains"? They’re just gross! Especially with their guts spilling out and their body parts falling off everywhere... If I wasn’t floating, I swear I would’ve tripped over an eye or two ewww. Something like that may be able to creep someone out, but I don’t think it’ll be able to scare anyone off! So I need to come up with something new. I’m not worried though, because I’m an expert, so this should be a piece of cake ♥
Of course, what I need to do is redecorate first, because the atmosphere right now might be ugly and cringe-worthy but it’s nothing to shiver about. Though if the director really wants to keep those horrible things, I guess I can try to spice it up somehow! Maybe float those pumpkins with the faces in an eerie way, and use the rustling of leaves with a stray scream in the wind to give this place an ominous presence... before those vines start moving and make a grab for someone! Next is to change the director’s tactic- straight out scaring like those walking corpse things may be terrifying in the short term, but what I want to do is something that will haunt them for several days longer than that, and make them cower in fear whenever they see me again. Obviously I’ll be the most important part of the plan, and the trick to that is to disguise myself first. I'll sit in one of the trees, crying. I'll look like someone being chased by those creepy undead things make them
feel like approaching me, and then when they least expect it-! I’ll strike! Dropping down from a tree as if hanging from a noose, and give them the scare of their life!
Heheh, just thinking about it already makes me excited. I really can’t wait to put this to actual use! Now the question is who I should choose as my first victim...
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Character Name: Vayne Aurelius
Series: Mana Khemia: Alchemists of Al-Revis
Age: 18 as of his third year at Al-Revis.
Canon: At Al-Revis Academy, alchemy students have the best school assignments ever: they get dumped into a place full of monsters and blow them up for academic credit. Vayne was brought to the school in order to learn alchemy, but after a series of (un)fortunate events, finds himself in a workshop with possibly the craziest people in the school. Vayne loves them, really he does. It's just hard to remember that they're dragging him into their crazy hijinks, especially as Vayne is the only sane person in the workshop (...well, mostly sane). Somehow, Vayne manages to pass all of his school work and make friends, while discovering the dark truth behind being an alchemist and the secrets of his past.
And oh boy, does he have some. While he's the son of a famous alchemist, he doesn't remember ever seeing his father's face and he only has six years of memories. Furthermore, while everyone else's mana (magical assistant and partner) can talk to anyone they choose, Vayne's cat-like mana, Sulpher, can only be understood by him; leading to some odd moments when Vayne looks suspiciously like a crazy old lady talking to her cat, since he talks with Sulpher every chance he gets. Add in some mysterious powers and what you have ... is an extreme doormat who will do anything someone says, even while protesting about how silly he feels doing it. Vayne's quiet, genuinely nice to his friends, a little distant and quite often melancholic, which, when coupled with his doormat status, tends to make him a bit of a sadsack! However, despite his borderline passive attitude, Vayne is very attached to his friends and allies, due to his growing up alone and ostracized, and he doesn't want to be alone ever again.
Note for the canon-familiar: Vayne is being taken from after the events with Isolde and Sulpher, but before the event with Isolde and his classmate.
Sample Entry:
I don't know why the teachers were so insistent that I go alone to collect the ingredients for this synthesis, but they said that I needed to do at least seventy percent of the work on my own in order to pass. What was that, Sulpher? "It's hard out here for a wimp?" You're so mean! Though, I guess you're right; the monsters here are much stronger than around the school. They wouldn't leave me alone, either! Yeah, I guess you wouldn't know what happened after they attacked and we got knocked out. They kidnapped you, Sulpher. I didn't like that, especially since they were going to make me play a game to get you back. Why would they do such a thing...? I said I wasn't going to play, and told them to let my cat out of the bag. Now I think on it though, they were acting really strange for monsters. They were talking and even thinking like people! I guess I'll just have to ask everyone when I get back.
That is, if I can even find my way back again. The map says that the fruit we need to get is down this way, and that I just have to follow my nose. I just can't smell anything over the swamp. It's the first time I've been in one before. I didn't know they were so mucky. I guess an alchemist has to collect ingredients from anywhere they can, but this place is really, really creepy. Every time I step on the path, it's like someone's screaming... that has to be my imagination. I don't think I like being on this path, even if the sign is right and it's Good Intentions Pty Ltd's best paving work. This would be easier if I had my friends with me. With just you, Sulpher, it's really lonely. If I could talk to the monsters, maybe they could help me. I could ask the toucans to get some of the fruit for me, even. Although...maybe we could just follow them? I just have to step off here and -- augh! There's a trip wire here? Why would someone do that? At least I managed to knock an apple from the tree when I hit it ... The people laughing must just be my imagination. I can't see anyone around. At least it's better than before.
The last ingredient shouldn't be too hard to get. A Marcy's Loveflower ... I've never heard of such a thing. I just have to yank the flower off and capture the sap. I can't really expect things to go smoothly unless we warm up first. But there's a time limit and ... Sulpher, could you distract the monster while I stroke the stem? I'll lose my focus if it's just me, then we'll let everyone down. It'll be all my fault. You will? Thanks, Sulpher, I know you can do it. Now, I really am alone. I guess it's not for long. It's not so bad when I know it's going to end soon. So, I can do this. I have to do this. Even if I have a really bad feeling about going in solo for my first time, especially in such a disturbing place. But...everyone's counting on me to do this for them. The pride of our workshop depends on me putting my hand into those wriggling underwater vines and deflowering them.
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Character: Maya Schrödinger
Series: Wild ARMs 3
Character Age: 21
Canon: Filgaia. A planet covered in wasteland and desert. Sort of like the Dust Bowl, but with more magic and ancient technology. Though most people stay safe in the villages and cities that have sprung up across the wasteland, there are a few that have chosen to spread their (metaphorical) wings and travel the wasteland, whether it is for adventure, fortune, or to learn the history of Filgaia. Such individuals are called Drifters.
Maya Schrödinger is definitely in it for the fortune. She has only one goal: to find the largest, most beautiful jewels Filgaia has to offer, and make them hers. She is confident, self-assured, and never one to back down from a challenge. When things aren't going her way, she changes them so that they are; if that proves impossible, she simply acts as though it was part of her plan all along. These traits are what makes Maya one of the best Drifters out there, and she knows it. She has a very sharp tongue and very little patience for people that get in her way, and an even shorter fuse for anyone that makes light of the Drifter lifestyle, and won't hesitate to give them a verbal (or when necessary, a physical) lashing to make them see reason.
Sample Post:
Finally, the secret Camp Fuck U Die, home to all manner of unusual creatures and legendary items. At least, that's what the man I spoke to told me. Looking around, though, it's hard to believe a place as run down and ugly as this can hold a jewel as beautiful as the one I'm looking for. Still, I suppose appearances can be deceiving when it comes to things like this. Though why people insist on hiding their legendary jewels in swamps and ruins I'll never understand. Well, no use worrying about it. I'm here now, so I may as well get started.
--you, there, with the hygiene problem! Listen to me when I talk to you! I'm here to claim the Twilight Crystal, and you're going to tell me where to find it. I was told by a very reliable source that everyone in this encampment is well acquainted with that jewel. Rumors say the way it sparkles in the sunlight leaves everyone positively dazzled. It's no good trying to keep it to yourself; something that dazzling belongs to me, and it's only a matter of time until I find it. All that playing dumb will do is ensure that I stomp you into dust on the way to fulfilling my destiny. It won't be hard, you look as though you're halfway to dust already. You've decided to help, have you? Hurry up, then, and tell me where I can find the crystal! I should start in the library? Of course! An ancient, forbidden library, full of musty, sealed tomes will surely contain the information I'm looking for. Hurry up and take me there, I'm tired of looking for these things on my own!
Hmm...this place isn't forbidden at all. There's even a welcome sign right by the door! Well, it doesn't matter. You've been very helpful, of course. Go ahead and leave, now, I'll be fine from here. Now, if I know my treasure hunting, and I do, of course, the information I seek will be on one of the bookshelves in the deepest area of this library. Aha! Here it is! My, this Meyer woman must be a truly wonderful scholar to have written such a thick book on a single jewel. It's dedication like that that leads to a better world for all of us. Well, for me, anyway. Now let's see what she has written here...
"I'd never given much thought to how I would die--though I'd had reason enough in the last few months--but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this." How intriguing! Perhaps it's a journal of some sort, the last words of some hapless rookie Drifter that tried to fly higher than her wings could carry her. Let's see what else is written here. "Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves." Yes, of course! It's obvious that Bella is describing this very camp. The Twilight Crystal must be close by! I can already feel its weight in my hands! I've got to finish reading! Hm...interesting. No actual mention of a crystal, but that's just to throw off the unobservant. How foolish I've been! That creature I encountered outside must have been one of those vampires mentioned in the text! I simply have to force him to show me his true, dazzling self, and he will lead me right to my goal! There's no time to waste!
Hey, you! Answer me already! I know your secret! Come out here into the sunlight where I can see you. All right, then, let me have it: dazzle me!
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Character: Percy Jackson
Series: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Character Age: 16
Canon: Growing up can be tough. Growing up can be really tough if you’re the half-divine, half-mortal hero kid of a human and an Olympian god. And growing up the hero kid of Poseidon with a prophecy about the end of Western Civilization riding on your shoulders? That’s really, really tough… but with the training of magical Camp Half-Blood, the help of his friends/relatives, and a lot of luck, Percy Jackson (Prophecy Kid and Son of the Sea God) manages to survive book after book of mythological dangers.
Percy is loyal, brave, and a good leader, with a rebellious streak the size of the Hudson and a good track record on saving the world. However he still sometimes fights with his friends, gets suckered into doing what the forces of evil were hoping for, and can be really clueless. Despite the fact that he has super ocean powers, chats up sea critters, and spends his life being chased around by ancient Greek monsters, Percy has a down-to-Earth outlook about his adventures. And no matter how strange his dual lives as a New York City school kid and a sword-slinging demigod get, he narrates his many adventures in a chatty, casual way.
Sample Post:
CHAPTER ONE
I AM SWAMPED WITH WORK
This time, summer camp started in October.
I know what you’re thinking - summer? October? Who taught this guy his seasons? - but heading to camp with the leaves changing colors is familiar territory for me. Actually, so is rubbing elbows with the undead, being framed for a crime I definitely didn’t commit, hanging out inside a magical barrier, and watching people turn into small and fuzzy animals. That stuff just happens in my family. Even vanishing at Grand Central and popping up in Louisiana doesn’t top my charts for “weirdest commute.” I mean, irritate the wrong immortal, walk into some monster’s lair, and you’ll find yourself stranded a few miles underground faster than Hermes can pick your pocket.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s go back to that monster thing, because it was pretty clear from the minute I touched down in Louisiana that this place had a serious monster problem. Not a “destroy civilization as we know it” monster problem, but at least a huge-special-effects-budget Hollywood blockbuster type problem. So even though I was still sort of mad about missing my train, I could pretty much understand why this place had called in a hero for some exterminator work. Lucky for me (sort of), the monsters understood, too. They came running, I pulled my sword out of my pocket, and - well, when a half-blood and a violent violet ape hate each other very much, nine seconds later, you have a purple monkey head rolling toward the lake. I don’t need to go into detail, right? You can figure out the rest, and you really don’t want to read about what I found in those gorillas’ stomachs.
Still, looking back on it, single-handedly fighting the multicolored forces of zoo-doom was Elysium compared to what happened next. See, somewhere between a Stygian toucan and the iron cow, I felt a tentacle around my ankle.
Usually that’s not a big deal. Not to brag, but I’ve got VIP status with just about everyone under the sea. I mean, when your dad is Poseidon, there’re plenty of people who want to introduce themselves. It’s great for killing time at an aquarium, awkward at sushi joints, and apparently a recipe for disaster south of the Mason-Dixie line, because that tentacle didn’t offer to help knock some zombies together or even douse a couple ducklings. She just yanked, and she yanked hard, because I was breathing H2O before I’d realized that my sword had stopped filleting metal mignon. I didn’t even get the usual “Hey, son of the sea god, good to see you!” treatment from the lake’s locals, because most of them were screaming about what that tentacle was up to, and let me tell you, the trout were burbling things that would have made Aphrodite blush. But I can’t really blame them for not starting with “hello,” since what happened next … was pretty much the worst underwater kiss of all time.
And that was just my first fifteen minutes at Camp Fuck You Die.
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Character: Judith.
Series: Tales of Vesperia
Character Age: 19.
Canon: Terca Lumireis is your average fantasy world. A huge empire known simply as The Empire, a vaguely communist alliance of guilds called The Union, and a helpful heaping of monsters roaming the country-side and forcing all humans to live inside cities protected by 'barriers' creates the scene. And from this setting springs a group of intrepid (mostly) young heroes who cook, gamble, and save the world from what may be the most obvious allegory for fossil fuels in a Tales of game yet.
The last member to join your party is the mysterious Judith. Despite her scantily clad state and rockin' bod, she's much more than just a pretty face. A member of the minority race of Terca Lumireis, the Kritya, she's a bit of an oddball when compared to the rest of her people. Instead of being withdrawn and bookish, Judy (as her friends call her) is outgoing, and has an almost frightening love of a good fight. Though she can seem distant to people when they first meet her, she's a reliable friend, and would do anything for those who are important to her. She also has a strong sense of justice, and hates to stand by without doing anything to help someone in need. Judith isn't one to dance around an issue, and can surprise people with how blunt she can be. An intelligent woman and good cook, she also enjoys a healthy dose of flirting. Sadly for the rest of the cast, it's mostly just to get a rise out of people- she'll take a nice bloodbath over a date any day.
Sample Post:
You know, I don't usually exterminate monsters for other monsters. Most of the time they do that themselves, but I guess you are a little small for your species. Some people would say you were cheating, Mr. Gorilla, but who am I to judge. I'm the one who came all the way out here, after all, even if finding Seefud Swamp was unusually hard. Next time you might want to send better directions than 'over there' and 'in that general area'. But your home is very nice, I must say; the rotting corpses and pink water really brighten up the place! It's all very ... unique.
Wait, you want to change directions now? The way we were going seemed fine until a minute ago, before that strange music started. You shouldn't get so upset over it, it's not even that bad! Flailing around will probably just give us away to the enemy. Not that surprise attacks aren't fun, but I usually like to be on the side doing the surprising. There's no need for all the fuss, and if we do run into anything, I'll gladly take care of it for you. I don't know how much damage this 'Rick' can do by rolling around, but even if he is strong, that just makes it more fun. But we're wasting time here- I still have yet to see the Giganto Monster you were talking about.
Now, where are we going again? I got the jump to the left and a skip to the right part, but walking around with my hands on my hips all the time is a little tiring. I'm not saying I don't like it, I just think we're getting a little off track. Like when you're in the middle of writing something, and you don't know what else to put to make it have a higher word count, so you just start fluffing it with things that have little overall bearing on the outcome. Not that I've done that often, I certainly don't need any more 'padding' than I already have, but I've heard that it's a common tactic; for writers, anyway.
Oh, wait, I think I see it. You said it was an aquatic monster, didn't you? I can see the problem you were having with her, having such a long range with her tentacles and a constant form of retreat in her lake. I've got a few ideas with how to handle this, but if you have any suggestions- well, besides that one that you keep bringing up, maybe. Dressing down isn't my style, though I guess it can't hurt to try, even though it is a little tricky fighting with so much exposure. No, first I think I'll see if we girls can make an agreement on whether or not this battle's going to be armor-optional.
Hello, Marcy? Will you show me yours if I show you mine? ♥
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Character: Xion
Series: Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days
Character Age: 14
Canon: Mix Disney and Square Enix, add a dash of world-saving, and sprinkle gratuitously with friendship. Use your willpower for a solid blend, and you've successfully created Kingdom Hearts. The hero of our tale, Sora, is a young boy with the power to wield the legendary Keyblade-- a power that many want. With the goal to create "Kingdom Hearts", the Organization XIII, a group made up of "Nobodies", is amongst the people who wish to get their hands on it. You see, Nobodies just so happen to be what's left of a strong person after they get their heart eaten by a Heartless, the monsters running around in this game. Naturally, they kind of miss their heart, and creating Kingdom Hearts should help with this little problem. It's only when Roxas, Sora's Nobody, shows up that they finally get their chance, since just like his original self, he's also capable of using the Keyblade.
Roxas isn't the latest addition to the group, however. That place goes to Xion, number XIV, who joins just a few days after his appearance. Initially quiet and mysterious, after a few missions, she reveals herself to be a nice, caring girl, despite technically not having a heart at all. It doesn't take her long to bond with Roxas and Axel, fellow Organization XIII members, and they quickly become "best friends". Brave and strong willed, she isn't someone who gets intimidated easily and she is an overall determined person who strives to find her place in the world. She can be particularly curious about things she doesn't know, and may be surprised whenever she sees something new. Xion definitely loves her friends dearly, and her greatest wish is, no doubt, to be able to stay with them-- even if she isn't selfish enough to put it above everything else; after all, their well-being comes first.
Sample Post:
Where am I? I really don't remember coming to this world. Is this real life? Or is this just a fantasy? I... almost feel like I'm caught in a landslide. But isn't this in the middle of a swamp? That really doesn't make sense. Why would I see this in my dreams, anyway? And there are so many weird things, even the plants seem so odd. Are the tomatoes really breathing fire? It doesn't look like something I'd want to put on my meal. And the people in the distance, they... really don't look too well. It's almost as if their skin is rotting, but I don't think they would be able to walk if that was the case. Wouldn't it have been better to dream about something more usual? Something like watching the sunset and eating ice cream with the two of them.
--Ah?! Who's there? Show your face, or I'm going to attack! Wait, is that... a gorilla? What kind of gorilla has fur of that color? I wasn't supposed to get caught anywhere, especially not by some ape that looks like a giant plum. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, purple fur is still very dignified. Are you one of this place's inhabitants? If you are, do you think you could tell me where this is? It's weird, I feel like there's something pulling me ... drawing me, and I thought I'd find it at the center of this place, but when I went there, I couldn't find anything.
I see, this place is called "Camp Fuck You Die", that's really a... unique name. Do you think you could tell me more about it? I want to know why I am here. Maybe if I can find the answer to that, I'll understand just what exactly this feeling is. Now that I think about it, I really don't remember coming here. Does that mean it's really a dream? Everything around here is so strange, it's hard not to believe that. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you, Mr. Gorilla, please go on.
Wait, so the director of this place is trapping people here? Why's that...? That really doesn't sound like a good way to find a killer. And it doesn't explain why I'm feeling that strange thing, either. What does this all have to do with me? I guess, if I want to find the answers, I should explore this place and get to know more. Thank you for all of your help, Mr. Gorilla. From this point on, I can do by myself. Don't worry, I'll know how to deal with it if I end up facing a monster. Even ... if it has tentacles, I think it shouldn't be a problem. There's really only one way to find out though; I'll know it once I get in that situation.
Is there anything else you want to tell me before I go? All right, then, I'll start by the lake.
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Character: Anita "Needy" Lesnicki
Series: Jennifer's Body
Character Age: 18ish
Canon:
SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE MOVIE IN THE CANON AND APP
Jennifer's Body is a black comedy/horror film about a demonic Megan Fox (as the extremely titular Jennifer) seducing boys so that she can devour their delicious organs, and her significantly less demonic best friend who must stop her. Needy is Jennifer's BFF and has been so since it was "sandbox love." She is also the hero that must slay the monster that Jennifer has become. While Jennifer is outgoing and popular, Needy is nerdy and somewhat reserved. The viewer is led to believe, though, that even before all the demons came into the equation, it's Needy who is far more secure and emotionally stable.
Unfortunately, she doesn't come out of the movie that way. The movie is narrated by a very different sort of Needy. After being caught slaying Jennifer, and presumably taking the fall for all of her other killings, Needy is sentenced to a maximum security psych ward. By her own admittance, though, that may be where she belongs now. She feels a bit "loose around the edges" and is prone to violent outbursts that have landed a number or orderlies in the hospital. She's now foul-mouthed, foul tempered and blunt.
Oh, and the fact that in their final struggle, she absorbed some of Jennifer's demonic nature probably isn't doing her sanity too many favors either.
Sample Post:
So. Huh. Zombies. That's pretty weird. But hey, who am I to judge? Life can be pretty fucking weird. I know how fucking weird it can be. Any of you guys ever been to high school? Now high school is fucking weird. You think you know people, but they just keep changing. Things change, people change, and then things just can't unchange. Things never go back to being the way they were. I think that's weird. It seems weird to me. And how there's so much pressure to be "cool" but if you stand out too much, they eat you alive. Not that kind of eat you alive, I mean. That's not really supposed to happen. Pretty fucking weird when it does, though. And don't even get me started on the bizarre primitive ritual that is a pep rally.
Okay, I think I'm not making my point very well. I guess I'm kind of doing that crazy-person insane ramble thing, which honestly I am trying to cut down on. I'm know I'm kind of "Girl, Interrupted" today, but bear with me, alright? Anyway, my point is that I think I get you guys. If you're hungry, you gotta eat. I used to not get that. Pretty weird thing not to get, right? But it makes sense to me now. Say you get a pop tart. And hey, a pop tart's all right. I like pop tarts too. But pop tart doesn't really fill you up and you have the fucking nurses crawling up your ass all fucking day about it, shit, but if I have to eat unsalted scrambled eggs one more God damn time, I really am going to become a fucking serial killer I swear to fucking Christ.
So, y'know. I get it.
Anyway, you could try praying about it, if you want. Supposedly that works wonders for not being an insane, flesh-craving monster. I'm going to be honest though; I haven't had a lot of luck. I've prayed, I've had people pray for me, and mostly? The Power of Christ mostly compelled me to be bored and kind of sympathy embaressed. Like, you know that weird feeling you get when you're watching TailSpin and remember just how much your best friend wanted to marry Kit Cloudkicker? Yeah, that's basically what watching people have a prayer vigil for you is like. So I say just go for it. I'm pretty sure JC himself advocated eating people first, after all.
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Character name: Pamela Ibis
Series: Mana Khemia: Alchemists of Al-Revis
Age: Appears 17
Canon: In a world where Magic prospers, Harry Potter Vayne Aurelius, the orphaned son of the legendary Alchemist Theofratus receives an invitation to Al-Revis Academy: a prestigious school where children with the talent for alchemy enrolled in order to obtain the license to practice it. There, Vayne is recruited into a workshop filled with eccentric people, and together they experience the fun and drama of school life as Vayne learns more about the secrets of his father's past.
What distinguishes Pamela from the other members of Vayne’s workshop is that she’s a ghost, and one who makes the most of her situation. Seemingly sweet and innocent, appearing as a loli carrying a teddy bear, Pamela is actually the type of ghost that goes around scaring people for her personal amusement. She is spoiled, selfish, and wouldn’t hesitate to resort to emotional manipulation (usually through fake tears or acting coy) to get her way. But while she trolls people and takes them on an emotional rollercoaster, Pamela thinks it's all in good fun, and doesn't understand how it can be harmful or if their feelings could be hurt by it. Having been confined to only Al-Revis Academy since her death, her playful teasing is only something she uses to try to get their attention and make new friends.
Sample Entry:
I was confused when I just suddenly appeared in this place, but now I think I know what I have to do! I was told that it’s about to reach that time of the year when scary things that go bump at night come out and trick people, and it looks like the nice lady director has brought me here to help scare her "campers". It’s been a long time since I’ve been outside Al-Revis Academy, and I can barely remember what the world outside looks like. I can’t wait to start explori- No, wait. I need to focus! I have a job to do to thank the nice lady director for freeing me from the Academy’s grounds. So I’ll focus my attention on this first, and do my best to help her! Not that it’s bad, because there are all these potential new friends and interesting people I can try to scare. It’ll be fun, so let’s get down to business!
Hmm... I’m not too sure about the atmosphere of this place though. It’s so bleak and smelly! It’s no good! The overgrown trees are a classic for a potentially perilous swamp effect, but those vines don’t do anything except move around, so it’s not worth the suspense. It’s boring and not scary at all! And while we’re talking about things that aren’t scary, what’s with those things walking around going "Ughhhhhh Braaaaaaaaains"? They’re just gross! Especially with their guts spilling out and their body parts falling off everywhere... If I wasn’t floating, I swear I would’ve tripped over an eye or two ewww. Something like that may be able to creep someone out, but I don’t think it’ll be able to scare anyone off! So I need to come up with something new. I’m not worried though, because I’m an expert, so this should be a piece of cake ♥
Of course, what I need to do is redecorate first, because the atmosphere right now might be ugly and cringe-worthy but it’s nothing to shiver about. Though if the director really wants to keep those horrible things, I guess I can try to spice it up somehow! Maybe float those pumpkins with the faces in an eerie way, and use the rustling of leaves with a stray scream in the wind to give this place an ominous presence... before those vines start moving and make a grab for someone! Next is to change the director’s tactic- straight out scaring like those walking corpse things may be terrifying in the short term, but what I want to do is something that will haunt them for several days longer than that, and make them cower in fear whenever they see me again. Obviously I’ll be the most important part of the plan, and the trick to that is to disguise myself first. I'll sit in one of the trees, crying. I'll look like someone being chased by those creepy undead things make them
feel like approaching me, and then when they least expect it-! I’ll strike! Dropping down from a tree as if hanging from a noose, and give them the scare of their life!
Heheh, just thinking about it already makes me excited. I really can’t wait to put this to actual use! Now the question is who I should choose as my first victim...
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Character Name: Vayne Aurelius
Series: Mana Khemia: Alchemists of Al-Revis
Age: 18 as of his third year at Al-Revis.
Canon: At Al-Revis Academy, alchemy students have the best school assignments ever: they get dumped into a place full of monsters and blow them up for academic credit. Vayne was brought to the school in order to learn alchemy, but after a series of (un)fortunate events, finds himself in a workshop with possibly the craziest people in the school. Vayne loves them, really he does. It's just hard to remember that they're dragging him into their crazy hijinks, especially as Vayne is the only sane person in the workshop (...well, mostly sane). Somehow, Vayne manages to pass all of his school work and make friends, while discovering the dark truth behind being an alchemist and the secrets of his past.
And oh boy, does he have some. While he's the son of a famous alchemist, he doesn't remember ever seeing his father's face and he only has six years of memories. Furthermore, while everyone else's mana (magical assistant and partner) can talk to anyone they choose, Vayne's cat-like mana, Sulpher, can only be understood by him; leading to some odd moments when Vayne looks suspiciously like a crazy old lady talking to her cat, since he talks with Sulpher every chance he gets. Add in some mysterious powers and what you have ... is an extreme doormat who will do anything someone says, even while protesting about how silly he feels doing it. Vayne's quiet, genuinely nice to his friends, a little distant and quite often melancholic, which, when coupled with his doormat status, tends to make him a bit of a sadsack! However, despite his borderline passive attitude, Vayne is very attached to his friends and allies, due to his growing up alone and ostracized, and he doesn't want to be alone ever again.
Note for the canon-familiar: Vayne is being taken from after the events with Isolde and Sulpher, but before the event with Isolde and his classmate.
Sample Entry:
I don't know why the teachers were so insistent that I go alone to collect the ingredients for this synthesis, but they said that I needed to do at least seventy percent of the work on my own in order to pass. What was that, Sulpher? "It's hard out here for a wimp?" You're so mean! Though, I guess you're right; the monsters here are much stronger than around the school. They wouldn't leave me alone, either! Yeah, I guess you wouldn't know what happened after they attacked and we got knocked out. They kidnapped you, Sulpher. I didn't like that, especially since they were going to make me play a game to get you back. Why would they do such a thing...? I said I wasn't going to play, and told them to let my cat out of the bag. Now I think on it though, they were acting really strange for monsters. They were talking and even thinking like people! I guess I'll just have to ask everyone when I get back.
That is, if I can even find my way back again. The map says that the fruit we need to get is down this way, and that I just have to follow my nose. I just can't smell anything over the swamp. It's the first time I've been in one before. I didn't know they were so mucky. I guess an alchemist has to collect ingredients from anywhere they can, but this place is really, really creepy. Every time I step on the path, it's like someone's screaming... that has to be my imagination. I don't think I like being on this path, even if the sign is right and it's Good Intentions Pty Ltd's best paving work. This would be easier if I had my friends with me. With just you, Sulpher, it's really lonely. If I could talk to the monsters, maybe they could help me. I could ask the toucans to get some of the fruit for me, even. Although...maybe we could just follow them? I just have to step off here and -- augh! There's a trip wire here? Why would someone do that? At least I managed to knock an apple from the tree when I hit it ... The people laughing must just be my imagination. I can't see anyone around. At least it's better than before.
The last ingredient shouldn't be too hard to get. A Marcy's Loveflower ... I've never heard of such a thing. I just have to yank the flower off and capture the sap. I can't really expect things to go smoothly unless we warm up first. But there's a time limit and ... Sulpher, could you distract the monster while I stroke the stem? I'll lose my focus if it's just me, then we'll let everyone down. It'll be all my fault. You will? Thanks, Sulpher, I know you can do it. Now, I really am alone. I guess it's not for long. It's not so bad when I know it's going to end soon. So, I can do this. I have to do this. Even if I have a really bad feeling about going in solo for my first time, especially in such a disturbing place. But...everyone's counting on me to do this for them. The pride of our workshop depends on me putting my hand into those wriggling underwater vines and deflowering them.
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Character: Maya Schrödinger
Series: Wild ARMs 3
Character Age: 21
Canon: Filgaia. A planet covered in wasteland and desert. Sort of like the Dust Bowl, but with more magic and ancient technology. Though most people stay safe in the villages and cities that have sprung up across the wasteland, there are a few that have chosen to spread their (metaphorical) wings and travel the wasteland, whether it is for adventure, fortune, or to learn the history of Filgaia. Such individuals are called Drifters.
Maya Schrödinger is definitely in it for the fortune. She has only one goal: to find the largest, most beautiful jewels Filgaia has to offer, and make them hers. She is confident, self-assured, and never one to back down from a challenge. When things aren't going her way, she changes them so that they are; if that proves impossible, she simply acts as though it was part of her plan all along. These traits are what makes Maya one of the best Drifters out there, and she knows it. She has a very sharp tongue and very little patience for people that get in her way, and an even shorter fuse for anyone that makes light of the Drifter lifestyle, and won't hesitate to give them a verbal (or when necessary, a physical) lashing to make them see reason.
Sample Post:
Finally, the secret Camp Fuck U Die, home to all manner of unusual creatures and legendary items. At least, that's what the man I spoke to told me. Looking around, though, it's hard to believe a place as run down and ugly as this can hold a jewel as beautiful as the one I'm looking for. Still, I suppose appearances can be deceiving when it comes to things like this. Though why people insist on hiding their legendary jewels in swamps and ruins I'll never understand. Well, no use worrying about it. I'm here now, so I may as well get started.
--you, there, with the hygiene problem! Listen to me when I talk to you! I'm here to claim the Twilight Crystal, and you're going to tell me where to find it. I was told by a very reliable source that everyone in this encampment is well acquainted with that jewel. Rumors say the way it sparkles in the sunlight leaves everyone positively dazzled. It's no good trying to keep it to yourself; something that dazzling belongs to me, and it's only a matter of time until I find it. All that playing dumb will do is ensure that I stomp you into dust on the way to fulfilling my destiny. It won't be hard, you look as though you're halfway to dust already. You've decided to help, have you? Hurry up, then, and tell me where I can find the crystal! I should start in the library? Of course! An ancient, forbidden library, full of musty, sealed tomes will surely contain the information I'm looking for. Hurry up and take me there, I'm tired of looking for these things on my own!
Hmm...this place isn't forbidden at all. There's even a welcome sign right by the door! Well, it doesn't matter. You've been very helpful, of course. Go ahead and leave, now, I'll be fine from here. Now, if I know my treasure hunting, and I do, of course, the information I seek will be on one of the bookshelves in the deepest area of this library. Aha! Here it is! My, this Meyer woman must be a truly wonderful scholar to have written such a thick book on a single jewel. It's dedication like that that leads to a better world for all of us. Well, for me, anyway. Now let's see what she has written here...
"I'd never given much thought to how I would die--though I'd had reason enough in the last few months--but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this." How intriguing! Perhaps it's a journal of some sort, the last words of some hapless rookie Drifter that tried to fly higher than her wings could carry her. Let's see what else is written here. "Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves." Yes, of course! It's obvious that Bella is describing this very camp. The Twilight Crystal must be close by! I can already feel its weight in my hands! I've got to finish reading! Hm...interesting. No actual mention of a crystal, but that's just to throw off the unobservant. How foolish I've been! That creature I encountered outside must have been one of those vampires mentioned in the text! I simply have to force him to show me his true, dazzling self, and he will lead me right to my goal! There's no time to waste!
Hey, you! Answer me already! I know your secret! Come out here into the sunlight where I can see you. All right, then, let me have it: dazzle me!
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