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Character: Ageha
Series: di[e]ce
Age: Early teens
Canon: "You know what would be awesome?" Asked one god to another. "A game of chess. But instead of pieces we use people. With supernatural powers. And explosions." The other god agreed, and thus, di[e]ce was born. Unfortunately for humans, for a game, di[e]ce involves more death than you can shake a stick at, not to mention all the property damage and trauma. Luckily for humankind, there is a group that opposes di[e]ce, seeking to hinder and, eventually, destroy it. The members of this group, Cruciata, proudly call themselves "allies of justice," even if they're not above dirty methods if it gets the job done. All's fair in love, war, and chess, after all.
Ageha, one of these allies of justice, is particularly passionate about their cause. Being so young, Ageha often gets carried away when it comes to dealing with others, often to the point of venting anger through violence. Topped off with a short temper and a critical, commandeering attitude, Ageha has quite a bit of trouble when it comes to relating to others. But that's just fine for Ageha, who's adopted a "business first, feelings later" outlook as someone who sees most people (... and most things in general) to be annoying and inconvenient. Determined to get the job done, regardless of annoying people or technology getting in the way, Ageha has a tendency to carelessly jump into dangerous situations without thinking through things entirely first. But whatever, it's not like it's anything to be concerned about--it's for a good cause, after all.
Sample Post:
So let me get this straight: you redirected my ride, carried me off, and broke my phone for what? First of all, aren't you dead for a reason? It's only annoying if the dead come back to life. If you really didn't want to die, maybe you should've been more careful instead of coming back to annoy completely unrelated people for stupid reasons! So all of you better stop hobbling around pathetically like you're the victims or something here, because all of you deserved what you got for sabotaging my ride and trying to carry me around this stupid swamp. It's not like it's my fault your arms collapsed under my weight. Besides, if it weren't for those other two things, I wouldn't care if you broke my phone. It's a noisy, vibrating piece of junk that I don't get any pleasure from using, so you could've had it if I couldn't use it to find a map or something. Doesn't it have that function? How useless! But none of that changes the fact that you did break it, and you did bring me here for a some stupid reason.
So what if you want to learn how to use the internet? That's not my problem. If you want to moan about Four-chan being there, get a new girlfriend, got it? Who gets a girlfriend on the internet, anyway? That's seriously lame. But if you're seriously that desperate, you could just storm into some hikikomori's cabin and make him tell you, you know. They love annoying, clicking things, and they probably function on the same level as you. What? Don't sound offended if it's true. Who ever heard of zombies wanting to use the internet, anyway? It's not like you can use it for anything. You said your boss also issued shotguns to everyone? It's not like I think you guys could learn how to use that any better, but at least a shotgun would be a useful weapon. Hey! Don't think I condone it or anything, it's just-- Whatever! I'm not wasting anymore time by trying to explain it to some morons with their eyes leaking out of their ears.
Huh? What is it now? Didn't I tell you to find someone else for your internet problem? ...What's that look for? It's kind of creepy, so quit staring at me like I'm a zoo animal and just spit it out! --Not your tongue, you overdone horror movie failures! Ugh. If you were thankful you can just say so, and even get your required number of "brains" in the sentence. "Thank you brains Ageha for brains your wonderful and patient advice brains we will now stop brains annoying you now brains and even tell you a way back to the city out of gratitude brains brains!" See? And... it even reminded me I don't know the way back, right. Tch. Well, whatever. Since I doubt you guys have the capacity to tell me the way back, I'll be going, so don't bother me aga--
--Didn't you hear me?! Next time you try to hold me back I'll kick you so hard you'll taste your balls in your mouth!
Poll Vote!
Character: Wong Fongfong
Series: Rosario + Vampire
Character Age: ~15
Canon: Poor Aono Tsukune was just trying to get into high school. But in the end his only option was attending the little-known Youkai Academy. Hmm, youkai means demon, right? THAT can't mean anything important. Oh wait, it does. Tsukune is now attending school with vampires, succubi, witches, werewolves, and basically anything else you can think of, except humans. That's just him. And he's stuck pretending he belongs there, getting tied up in fighting monsters and battling underground organizations just to attend school normally. Isn't high school the most magical time of our lives?
Along the way, Tsukune collects many admirers and stalkers of various types, one of them being a younger student from Hong Kong, Wong Fongfong. He's made it his duty to stalk Tsukune and beg him to join his family at every available opportunity. The Wong family is a mafia family, and they're currently desperate for allies. But beyond that, Fongfong himself is desperate for companionship. As the son of a feared mafia boss, he's always been kept at a distance and protected from afar from attempts on his life. He hasn't had any true friends, despite being a mostly well-meaning and innocent person who just wants everyone to live in peace, deep down. He may not be extremely effective, but at least he tries! Fongfong is a yasha, who can open a third eye and summon monsters to serve him, while his older sister is enjoying her unlife as an influential zombie.
Sample Post: Ahh, I'm so excited! I won a free random raffle grand prize, and I got a pass to stay the summer at the Youkai Academy-sponsored study abroad summer camp in America! It's a little embarrassing, but I've never won anything like this before, so I'm going to make the most of it. Maybe I'll get to meet some people and we'll get to sit around the campfire and sing songs, and form bonds that can only be forged through such unique close quarters and teamwork and ugahhh--! This place is swarming with legions of the undead?!
...Oh, it's really too bad that my sister didn't win the prize instead, huh? Ohh, do you know her? Yes, she's doing fine, although of course she's dead. Haha! So this is a zombie-run camp? It would explain why in the pictures in the brochure, they were all using heads instead of balls for all the sports activities... Oh, hmm, hmmm, I see, you're not in charge... A lot of you work here, but as far as the monsters go, you're at the bottom of the list as far as respect goes. That's really too bad. You seem like fine people to me! So the monsters that really hold the most power are... the Toucan Mafia?!
No way... This place is run by another mafia family? I was naive. I didn't win anything at all, it was all a trap by a rival family to get me here alone! And I fell for it... But I, I can't just sit here and wait for them to get me, now that I know. Thank you, zombies--I don't mean to drag you into this, but they've been terrorizing you too, haven't they? Why don't you help me out? Since you're already dead you have nothing to lose! We can fight back against them! Of course, I have my own powers. I won't make you do all the work. Observe... I have 100 monsters under my command. It's a random summoning, though, so I don't know which we're going to get, but...
Ah, it's a skunk demon. ...D-Don't worry! It doesn't look that impressive, but don't underestimate it! It's not a regular skunk, so its spray is far more potent. I hear it's like peeling an onion except a hundred times worse and if the onion also spit acid into your face, and it smells more foul than a trash heap covered in manure! Even if they're expecting it, they'll be cringing in agony. Ooh, in that case, we should probably be protecting ourselves, too. Ah, goggles and face masks! You're a very prepared zombie army. Then we're all set. Now go, my minion! Demonstrate for me your power!! --Aaahhh! Aaahhh! There's been an extreme oversight!! I have a third eye, and these goggles do nothing!
Poll Vote!
Character: Astrid Hofferson
Series: How to Train Your Dragon
Character Age: Appears to be around 15.
Canon: Competitive and smart, Astrid is the best young Viking in Berk. Or, well, she was, until a certain someone decided that tradition was far less important than a shiny new pet. She's worked hard to ensure that she's the best at what they do - fighting dragons - and did not at all appreciate suddenly getting upstaged by a boy who used to be the village idiot. Still, proud as Astrid is, she's not as set in the old ways as the previous generation, which leaves her far more open-minded when it comes to amending them. This doesn't mean she's not very opinionated, however -- she is, and when she thinks it's important enough, she'll show you. Bluntly. Fierce, determined, with a fondness for crazy ideas and a habit of expressing her affection through violence, she's basically your ideal Viking girl.
Sample Post:
Hey, would you stop for a second? It won't take long, I just need to ask you something. I'm looking for a boy named Hiccup. He's kind of hard to miss- well, no, he isn't, but the dragon that follows him around is. He doesn't look like a Viking or anything, he's kind of scrawny and not very tall, and he's only got... you know what? Never mind. I don't trust any of you to know what you're talking about, considering the monsters you've got running around this place! 'Camp Fuck You Die'? That's an ugly name, all right, but it clearly isn't working to ward off anything. I had to cut myself free from that tentacled beast no less than three times while trying to fly over the lake, and I still don't know where my dragon's gone. If I find out that she's been eaten because all of the people here were too afraid to do anything about a monster in their own water- well! You're going to have to work a lot harder if any of you want to be safe!
I don't live here, so it's not my place to make decisions, but you will take my advice, or you'll end up rebuilding your houses when they inevitably get burned or crushed or whatever it is these things do. You haven't even designed them properly. Most of these would take forever to put back together! I can only assume you settled here to fight, and I understand that, but sitting around ignoring the danger isn't making you any stronger! Don't you care about it at all? Because right now you all look like you don't have the first clue about what it takes to live in a treacherous spot like this!
Do you even have any equipment? Helmets? A shield, at least? Anything? No, I don't mean your weird-looking cattle, don't you realize you'll need them in the wint-- well. ...I haven't seen cows do that before. Whatever works, I guess! As long as you have another supply of food, and I somehow doubt that you do, considering what's in your lake. Still, at least the swampy ground will let you escape from anything that's too large. Look, if you'll help me find Hiccup and the dragons, I'll help you get this place into working order. We can start with what assets are already here. You have the swamp, and your 'cows'... and my axe!
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Character: Lancelot.
Series: BBC's Merlin.
Character Age: 21.
Canon: Set in a land of myth and a time of magic, Merlin puts a new spin on an old legend, complete with hot young actors, CGI beasts, and anachronisms by the dozen. King Arthur is still just a spoiled Prince, and the magical gifts of his young manservant, Merlin, are a dangerous secret. But there are plenty of hints of what is to come, including the presence of Lancelot, an orphan who wishes to be a knight of Camelot though his lack of noble blood will not allow it, and whose romance with the maid Guinevere sets him between her and Arthur.
But Lancelot is not a willing cuckold; he's far too honourable for that. Unwilling to keep secrets or cause strife between others, his goal in life is to use his prestige with the sword to fight tyranny and injustice wherever he encounters it, and he speaks like the hero of a bodice-ripper. His common upbringing, optimistic outlook, and friendly demeanour mean that he gets on well with others, though his idealism means he expects as much valour of them as he does of himself, and he can be somewhat naive.
Sample Post:
Good fellow, do you know of a place where I may rest? I have travelled far to get here, and would like little more than a warm bed until the morrow. There were many queer monsters I encountered roaming the wilderness that I felt it was my duty to skewer, and though I have had long years of practise, I am but one man. I have thrust my blade down too many throats this night.
Ah, your offer is too kind, my friend, but I could never deny you the comfort of your own bed. I will be fine on then cold ground - swordplay is tiring enough that I likely shan't notice either way. Then tomorrow you must guide me to that which I seek.
Is this not the Camp of Far-queue Dai? Then this is indeed where I meant to come - and I do not know why you laugh! Tales of the great and hideous beast that lives in the lake here have spread wide, and thus, sword in my hand, I have come to seek it and relieve the people who reside here from their misery. I will not take your money; once, perhaps, I needed coin, but after a few fortuitous tourney wins, it is for my own pleasure that I do this.
Of course, if I cannot manage alone, then I will do my best to rouse others to battle, though I am no leader. Yes, I would be honoured to stand shoulder to shoulder with a man like you, for despite your limited vocabulary and the lurid furs you wear, I can tell from the kindnesses you have tried to bestow upon me this night that you are someone I would be proud to call a brother-in-arms.
...I have not heard of this "Bro Code" of which you speak, but if it is indeed all that you say, then I will stand alongside you in upholding these golden rules, and afterwards bump my fist with yours in solidarity.
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Character: Earl Ciel Phantomhive
Character Age: 13
Series: Kuroshitsuji
Canon: Our setting is a slightly anachronistic version of Victorian-era England. Thirteen-year-old Ciel Phantomhive is the only surviving member of a noble family with a dark task: to serve as the Queen's Watchdog, ridding the underside of society of anything that troubles Her Majesty. Consumed by thoughts of duty and revenge, Ciel intends to use his position to draw out and purge those who murdered his parents three years prior - a fate he escaped when he became the recipient of a demonic contract as opposed to the intended human sacrifice. The trauma of his past and the certainty of his willful damnation have snatched away most of Ciel's childishness, leaving behind a seriously disturbed boy with an impossibly super-powered demon butler, Sebastian.
Ciel is intelligent and manipulative, more than willing to use Sebastian and anyone else as "pawns" in the chess game of life. His actions often seem cold and cruel, bordering on sadistic. However, although he's often seen humanity at its worst, he's still intrinsically good enough to be horrified by how awful people can be. Ciel suffers frequently from nightmares due to pent-up rage and despair, and can suddenly become emotional and irrational when his issues are triggered - though he also has a tendency to spaz and freak out to a lesser degree when teased, touched, or shoved into a corset (it happens). Most of the time, however, he's quite good at keeping up his mask, spending much of his time complaining bitterly about the world like a tiny, cantankerous old man. However, he is also still a child: bratty, fond of sweets, and prone to sulking when he doesn't get exactly what he wants.
Sample App:
I wish to speak with Madam Director immediately, regarding the reckless endangerment of my person, the unlawful imprisonment of children in her encampment, and the most likely deliberate misplacement of my luggage and my butler, neither of which I am particularly interested in going without. I am here under direct orders from Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. As such, any attempts to prevent me from achieving my intended goals will be dealt with swiftly and without mercy. You would all do to keep that in mind, particularly those who saw fit to replace my files with "Crossdressing & You: A Young Man's Guide To Being A Young Lady." It isn't amusing in the slightest, and deliberately attempting to get on my bad side will be something I promise you'll regret. Besides, never again will I wear that torture device they call a corset.
That said: even though I've no fondness for much of what you're doing here, let me reassure you on a few details so that perhaps we can settle things . . . amicably. I'm not interested in discussing anything regarding your unpleasant wildlife, I have nothing to say about your environmental standards, and I could honestly care less what anybody here does in their spare time. I'm getting the impression that I am somehow expected to be amusing, but I assure you, Madam Director: I am not your trained monkey. If you are waiting for an ill-timed joke or aghast reaction regarding your living dead - please. I deal with noblemen and bureaucrats on a regular basis; they're far worse.
In fact, I really have no business at all with this foolish circus, save for investigating the disappearance of several children that Her Majesty believes may be traced back to this camp. According to my information, an agent by the name of Chris Hansen was last seen reporting from the area, tracking a creature known to prey on children. Does any of this ring a bell? No? . . . tch, just typical. And without Sebastian to hasten matters - well, I suppose my only course of action may be to wait for my useless butler to find me before I'm able to sniff things out. A good pet dog will always return to his master's side eventually, you know, and I doubt you'll want to be here when it does.
I do hope Madam Director realizes she will suffer more in the long run for making this so difficult. Do not underestimate me just because I'm a child. Your horrorshow attempts at distraction were obviously useless; trying a tack like plying me with toys or cute things would just be insulting. My standards as the head of the Funtom Company are far beyond your capacity. And as for sweets, nobody's desserts are better than Sebastian's. And not - I repeat, not adorable animals.
I hate kittens.
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Now VOTE. CLOSED FOR A SECOND TIIIIIIME~
Character: Ageha
Series: di[e]ce
Age: Early teens
Canon: "You know what would be awesome?" Asked one god to another. "A game of chess. But instead of pieces we use people. With supernatural powers. And explosions." The other god agreed, and thus, di[e]ce was born. Unfortunately for humans, for a game, di[e]ce involves more death than you can shake a stick at, not to mention all the property damage and trauma. Luckily for humankind, there is a group that opposes di[e]ce, seeking to hinder and, eventually, destroy it. The members of this group, Cruciata, proudly call themselves "allies of justice," even if they're not above dirty methods if it gets the job done. All's fair in love, war, and chess, after all.
Ageha, one of these allies of justice, is particularly passionate about their cause. Being so young, Ageha often gets carried away when it comes to dealing with others, often to the point of venting anger through violence. Topped off with a short temper and a critical, commandeering attitude, Ageha has quite a bit of trouble when it comes to relating to others. But that's just fine for Ageha, who's adopted a "business first, feelings later" outlook as someone who sees most people (... and most things in general) to be annoying and inconvenient. Determined to get the job done, regardless of annoying people or technology getting in the way, Ageha has a tendency to carelessly jump into dangerous situations without thinking through things entirely first. But whatever, it's not like it's anything to be concerned about--it's for a good cause, after all.
Sample Post:
So let me get this straight: you redirected my ride, carried me off, and broke my phone for what? First of all, aren't you dead for a reason? It's only annoying if the dead come back to life. If you really didn't want to die, maybe you should've been more careful instead of coming back to annoy completely unrelated people for stupid reasons! So all of you better stop hobbling around pathetically like you're the victims or something here, because all of you deserved what you got for sabotaging my ride and trying to carry me around this stupid swamp. It's not like it's my fault your arms collapsed under my weight. Besides, if it weren't for those other two things, I wouldn't care if you broke my phone. It's a noisy, vibrating piece of junk that I don't get any pleasure from using, so you could've had it if I couldn't use it to find a map or something. Doesn't it have that function? How useless! But none of that changes the fact that you did break it, and you did bring me here for a some stupid reason.
So what if you want to learn how to use the internet? That's not my problem. If you want to moan about Four-chan being there, get a new girlfriend, got it? Who gets a girlfriend on the internet, anyway? That's seriously lame. But if you're seriously that desperate, you could just storm into some hikikomori's cabin and make him tell you, you know. They love annoying, clicking things, and they probably function on the same level as you. What? Don't sound offended if it's true. Who ever heard of zombies wanting to use the internet, anyway? It's not like you can use it for anything. You said your boss also issued shotguns to everyone? It's not like I think you guys could learn how to use that any better, but at least a shotgun would be a useful weapon. Hey! Don't think I condone it or anything, it's just-- Whatever! I'm not wasting anymore time by trying to explain it to some morons with their eyes leaking out of their ears.
Huh? What is it now? Didn't I tell you to find someone else for your internet problem? ...What's that look for? It's kind of creepy, so quit staring at me like I'm a zoo animal and just spit it out! --Not your tongue, you overdone horror movie failures! Ugh. If you were thankful you can just say so, and even get your required number of "brains" in the sentence. "Thank you brains Ageha for brains your wonderful and patient advice brains we will now stop brains annoying you now brains and even tell you a way back to the city out of gratitude brains brains!" See? And... it even reminded me I don't know the way back, right. Tch. Well, whatever. Since I doubt you guys have the capacity to tell me the way back, I'll be going, so don't bother me aga--
--Didn't you hear me?! Next time you try to hold me back I'll kick you so hard you'll taste your balls in your mouth!
Poll Vote!
Character: Wong Fongfong
Series: Rosario + Vampire
Character Age: ~15
Canon: Poor Aono Tsukune was just trying to get into high school. But in the end his only option was attending the little-known Youkai Academy. Hmm, youkai means demon, right? THAT can't mean anything important. Oh wait, it does. Tsukune is now attending school with vampires, succubi, witches, werewolves, and basically anything else you can think of, except humans. That's just him. And he's stuck pretending he belongs there, getting tied up in fighting monsters and battling underground organizations just to attend school normally. Isn't high school the most magical time of our lives?
Along the way, Tsukune collects many admirers and stalkers of various types, one of them being a younger student from Hong Kong, Wong Fongfong. He's made it his duty to stalk Tsukune and beg him to join his family at every available opportunity. The Wong family is a mafia family, and they're currently desperate for allies. But beyond that, Fongfong himself is desperate for companionship. As the son of a feared mafia boss, he's always been kept at a distance and protected from afar from attempts on his life. He hasn't had any true friends, despite being a mostly well-meaning and innocent person who just wants everyone to live in peace, deep down. He may not be extremely effective, but at least he tries! Fongfong is a yasha, who can open a third eye and summon monsters to serve him, while his older sister is enjoying her unlife as an influential zombie.
Sample Post: Ahh, I'm so excited! I won a free random raffle grand prize, and I got a pass to stay the summer at the Youkai Academy-sponsored study abroad summer camp in America! It's a little embarrassing, but I've never won anything like this before, so I'm going to make the most of it. Maybe I'll get to meet some people and we'll get to sit around the campfire and sing songs, and form bonds that can only be forged through such unique close quarters and teamwork and ugahhh--! This place is swarming with legions of the undead?!
...Oh, it's really too bad that my sister didn't win the prize instead, huh? Ohh, do you know her? Yes, she's doing fine, although of course she's dead. Haha! So this is a zombie-run camp? It would explain why in the pictures in the brochure, they were all using heads instead of balls for all the sports activities... Oh, hmm, hmmm, I see, you're not in charge... A lot of you work here, but as far as the monsters go, you're at the bottom of the list as far as respect goes. That's really too bad. You seem like fine people to me! So the monsters that really hold the most power are... the Toucan Mafia?!
No way... This place is run by another mafia family? I was naive. I didn't win anything at all, it was all a trap by a rival family to get me here alone! And I fell for it... But I, I can't just sit here and wait for them to get me, now that I know. Thank you, zombies--I don't mean to drag you into this, but they've been terrorizing you too, haven't they? Why don't you help me out? Since you're already dead you have nothing to lose! We can fight back against them! Of course, I have my own powers. I won't make you do all the work. Observe... I have 100 monsters under my command. It's a random summoning, though, so I don't know which we're going to get, but...
Ah, it's a skunk demon. ...D-Don't worry! It doesn't look that impressive, but don't underestimate it! It's not a regular skunk, so its spray is far more potent. I hear it's like peeling an onion except a hundred times worse and if the onion also spit acid into your face, and it smells more foul than a trash heap covered in manure! Even if they're expecting it, they'll be cringing in agony. Ooh, in that case, we should probably be protecting ourselves, too. Ah, goggles and face masks! You're a very prepared zombie army. Then we're all set. Now go, my minion! Demonstrate for me your power!! --Aaahhh! Aaahhh! There's been an extreme oversight!! I have a third eye, and these goggles do nothing!
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Character: Astrid Hofferson
Series: How to Train Your Dragon
Character Age: Appears to be around 15.
Canon: Competitive and smart, Astrid is the best young Viking in Berk. Or, well, she was, until a certain someone decided that tradition was far less important than a shiny new pet. She's worked hard to ensure that she's the best at what they do - fighting dragons - and did not at all appreciate suddenly getting upstaged by a boy who used to be the village idiot. Still, proud as Astrid is, she's not as set in the old ways as the previous generation, which leaves her far more open-minded when it comes to amending them. This doesn't mean she's not very opinionated, however -- she is, and when she thinks it's important enough, she'll show you. Bluntly. Fierce, determined, with a fondness for crazy ideas and a habit of expressing her affection through violence, she's basically your ideal Viking girl.
Sample Post:
Hey, would you stop for a second? It won't take long, I just need to ask you something. I'm looking for a boy named Hiccup. He's kind of hard to miss- well, no, he isn't, but the dragon that follows him around is. He doesn't look like a Viking or anything, he's kind of scrawny and not very tall, and he's only got... you know what? Never mind. I don't trust any of you to know what you're talking about, considering the monsters you've got running around this place! 'Camp Fuck You Die'? That's an ugly name, all right, but it clearly isn't working to ward off anything. I had to cut myself free from that tentacled beast no less than three times while trying to fly over the lake, and I still don't know where my dragon's gone. If I find out that she's been eaten because all of the people here were too afraid to do anything about a monster in their own water- well! You're going to have to work a lot harder if any of you want to be safe!
I don't live here, so it's not my place to make decisions, but you will take my advice, or you'll end up rebuilding your houses when they inevitably get burned or crushed or whatever it is these things do. You haven't even designed them properly. Most of these would take forever to put back together! I can only assume you settled here to fight, and I understand that, but sitting around ignoring the danger isn't making you any stronger! Don't you care about it at all? Because right now you all look like you don't have the first clue about what it takes to live in a treacherous spot like this!
Do you even have any equipment? Helmets? A shield, at least? Anything? No, I don't mean your weird-looking cattle, don't you realize you'll need them in the wint-- well. ...I haven't seen cows do that before. Whatever works, I guess! As long as you have another supply of food, and I somehow doubt that you do, considering what's in your lake. Still, at least the swampy ground will let you escape from anything that's too large. Look, if you'll help me find Hiccup and the dragons, I'll help you get this place into working order. We can start with what assets are already here. You have the swamp, and your 'cows'... and my axe!
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Character: Lancelot.
Series: BBC's Merlin.
Character Age: 21.
Canon: Set in a land of myth and a time of magic, Merlin puts a new spin on an old legend, complete with hot young actors, CGI beasts, and anachronisms by the dozen. King Arthur is still just a spoiled Prince, and the magical gifts of his young manservant, Merlin, are a dangerous secret. But there are plenty of hints of what is to come, including the presence of Lancelot, an orphan who wishes to be a knight of Camelot though his lack of noble blood will not allow it, and whose romance with the maid Guinevere sets him between her and Arthur.
But Lancelot is not a willing cuckold; he's far too honourable for that. Unwilling to keep secrets or cause strife between others, his goal in life is to use his prestige with the sword to fight tyranny and injustice wherever he encounters it, and he speaks like the hero of a bodice-ripper. His common upbringing, optimistic outlook, and friendly demeanour mean that he gets on well with others, though his idealism means he expects as much valour of them as he does of himself, and he can be somewhat naive.
Sample Post:
Good fellow, do you know of a place where I may rest? I have travelled far to get here, and would like little more than a warm bed until the morrow. There were many queer monsters I encountered roaming the wilderness that I felt it was my duty to skewer, and though I have had long years of practise, I am but one man. I have thrust my blade down too many throats this night.
Ah, your offer is too kind, my friend, but I could never deny you the comfort of your own bed. I will be fine on then cold ground - swordplay is tiring enough that I likely shan't notice either way. Then tomorrow you must guide me to that which I seek.
Is this not the Camp of Far-queue Dai? Then this is indeed where I meant to come - and I do not know why you laugh! Tales of the great and hideous beast that lives in the lake here have spread wide, and thus, sword in my hand, I have come to seek it and relieve the people who reside here from their misery. I will not take your money; once, perhaps, I needed coin, but after a few fortuitous tourney wins, it is for my own pleasure that I do this.
Of course, if I cannot manage alone, then I will do my best to rouse others to battle, though I am no leader. Yes, I would be honoured to stand shoulder to shoulder with a man like you, for despite your limited vocabulary and the lurid furs you wear, I can tell from the kindnesses you have tried to bestow upon me this night that you are someone I would be proud to call a brother-in-arms.
...I have not heard of this "Bro Code" of which you speak, but if it is indeed all that you say, then I will stand alongside you in upholding these golden rules, and afterwards bump my fist with yours in solidarity.
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Character: Earl Ciel Phantomhive
Character Age: 13
Series: Kuroshitsuji
Canon: Our setting is a slightly anachronistic version of Victorian-era England. Thirteen-year-old Ciel Phantomhive is the only surviving member of a noble family with a dark task: to serve as the Queen's Watchdog, ridding the underside of society of anything that troubles Her Majesty. Consumed by thoughts of duty and revenge, Ciel intends to use his position to draw out and purge those who murdered his parents three years prior - a fate he escaped when he became the recipient of a demonic contract as opposed to the intended human sacrifice. The trauma of his past and the certainty of his willful damnation have snatched away most of Ciel's childishness, leaving behind a seriously disturbed boy with an impossibly super-powered demon butler, Sebastian.
Ciel is intelligent and manipulative, more than willing to use Sebastian and anyone else as "pawns" in the chess game of life. His actions often seem cold and cruel, bordering on sadistic. However, although he's often seen humanity at its worst, he's still intrinsically good enough to be horrified by how awful people can be. Ciel suffers frequently from nightmares due to pent-up rage and despair, and can suddenly become emotional and irrational when his issues are triggered - though he also has a tendency to spaz and freak out to a lesser degree when teased, touched, or shoved into a corset (it happens). Most of the time, however, he's quite good at keeping up his mask, spending much of his time complaining bitterly about the world like a tiny, cantankerous old man. However, he is also still a child: bratty, fond of sweets, and prone to sulking when he doesn't get exactly what he wants.
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I wish to speak with Madam Director immediately, regarding the reckless endangerment of my person, the unlawful imprisonment of children in her encampment, and the most likely deliberate misplacement of my luggage and my butler, neither of which I am particularly interested in going without. I am here under direct orders from Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. As such, any attempts to prevent me from achieving my intended goals will be dealt with swiftly and without mercy. You would all do to keep that in mind, particularly those who saw fit to replace my files with "Crossdressing & You: A Young Man's Guide To Being A Young Lady." It isn't amusing in the slightest, and deliberately attempting to get on my bad side will be something I promise you'll regret. Besides, never again will I wear that torture device they call a corset.
That said: even though I've no fondness for much of what you're doing here, let me reassure you on a few details so that perhaps we can settle things . . . amicably. I'm not interested in discussing anything regarding your unpleasant wildlife, I have nothing to say about your environmental standards, and I could honestly care less what anybody here does in their spare time. I'm getting the impression that I am somehow expected to be amusing, but I assure you, Madam Director: I am not your trained monkey. If you are waiting for an ill-timed joke or aghast reaction regarding your living dead - please. I deal with noblemen and bureaucrats on a regular basis; they're far worse.
In fact, I really have no business at all with this foolish circus, save for investigating the disappearance of several children that Her Majesty believes may be traced back to this camp. According to my information, an agent by the name of Chris Hansen was last seen reporting from the area, tracking a creature known to prey on children. Does any of this ring a bell? No? . . . tch, just typical. And without Sebastian to hasten matters - well, I suppose my only course of action may be to wait for my useless butler to find me before I'm able to sniff things out. A good pet dog will always return to his master's side eventually, you know, and I doubt you'll want to be here when it does.
I do hope Madam Director realizes she will suffer more in the long run for making this so difficult. Do not underestimate me just because I'm a child. Your horrorshow attempts at distraction were obviously useless; trying a tack like plying me with toys or cute things would just be insulting. My standards as the head of the Funtom Company are far beyond your capacity. And as for sweets, nobody's desserts are better than Sebastian's. And not - I repeat, not adorable animals.
I hate kittens.
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