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Character: Alois Trancy
Series: Kuroshitsuji II (anime)
Age: Roughly 15
Canon: Ah, Victorian England. An idyllic place where lavish clothing and stiff morals reign, anachronisms abound, and the darker members of society run amok. But not to worry! The queen has employed certain members of the aristocracy to keep England’s troubles in check where the law would normally fail, even though some of them are just kids. Alois is one such aristocrat and the current head of the Trancy family, despite his young age. Normally, running a household would be too much responsibility to handle for someone his age, but Alois is lucky: he has something of a devil on his shoulder. With his demon butler, Claude, there to take care of everything, Alois has plenty of time to spend playing the queen’s defender of justice. Just ignore that one time he burned down a house. Or every time he beats his maid. Or those times he touches small children inappropriately. The whole “justice” thing is new to him.
But it’s not that Alois is a bad person; he just has a few screws loose. Or a lot. In public, Alois is perfectly capable of appearing cordial and sympathetic, being an excellent actor, as long as you ignore the occasional bite to his words and his overly playful (if vaguely sexual) demeanor. But he’s just an innocent child, right? Maybe, until he whispers a few passive-aggressive insults into your ear--all with a smile on his face. Life’s fun! It’s a game! And delighting himself in the pain of others is much more interesting to him than paying attention to social norms. Alois is still very much an impulsive, temperamental child, and will accept nothing other than getting his way, no matter what it takes to do it. He may be a cruel, morbid little boy with a little black heart, but he doesn’t understand that even now, even as the head of a household and with even a demonic butler, he too can suffer the consequences of his actions.
Note: Alois is being apped post episode 6 but before episode 7.
Sample Post:
Ahh, what a pitiful place. Madame Sayre, in all her alleged power and glory, has such careless staff. They haven’t set the tables, they haven’t swept the floors... It’s almost as if she had her dear limbless guests do all the work. But filth only attracts filth, and instead of dignified company, all she has left are ill-mannered misers. It’s funny, though, to watch them flit about uselessly, like butterflies caught in a web, wings broken and torn. They’re the most pitiful part of the widow’s gathering: they know they won’t be freed until they rest in pieces in her belly, but they’re forced to play this game of wolves and sheep. Clinging to feeble hope that they’ll win and be freed, dancing until their second death, and ultimately failing. . . But not me. I’ll play in her game, but as a victor-to-be
I’m sure she’s expecting her wolves to slit our throats as we sleep, but they’re hardly as clever as she thinks they are. I’d much rather see the lambs being led to slaughter crushing the wolves under their heels, and I can’t lose if I want to do that, can I? I’ll grind her wolves like beef, but leave the head in tact, all on a silver platter as a thank you for her invitation to this game. But I can’t arrange for platters until I’ve caught a wolf, and I can’t catch a wolf until I look like a sheep. Guileless, foolish, and sickly saccharine: that’s the face of the sheep I’ll be, one that’s already attracting looks. And with a few pretty words, I’ll weave a sticky web and catch this oncoming slow-witted wolf, just~like~that.
Good afternoon, Madame; I hope my thinking aloud didn’t startle you. I simply became nervous when I saw such a sophisticated woman coming my way-and from France, too, from the sound of your thick accent. Am I right? It’s particularly striking, especially in a game like this; after all, what would you do if you were accused of being a wolf? It troubles me as a fellow sheep that you have nothing to offer in your defense other than your body. You could let them stick your hands inside you, let them wiggle their fingers until they came out on the other side, protruding like a broken bone. It doesn’t sound very pleasant, does it...? Letting everyone see how pitiful you are on the inside out, when you can’t utter a single word to defend yourself as they rally against you. Does the thought scare you? Does it make you want to run away? Even if you keep twisting your head like that, you won’t be saved. You know that, don’t you?
... Hahaha! Look at that! I’ve already got single wolf’s head on the ground, but I haven’t a single silver platter.
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Character: Yui
Series: Angel beats! (Anime)
Character Age: teen aged
Canon: Let's face it, life isn't easy and sometimes it can be downright cruel. You live your life to the best you can despite all the hardship you're forced to face and then you die, unable to accomplish any of your dreams. For the characters in Angel Beats! this is exactly the case and the only chance they have to reach happiness is in the afterlife, while living a normal school life before passing onto another life. Being a stubborn bunch of idiots, though, the heroes of our story refuse to move on and instead choose to fight against God. Lead by Yurippe, the Afterlife Battlefront (or SSS for short) specializes in fighting fate by refusing to live by the rules, resorting to actual violence only against the Student Council President whom they think is an angel.
Member of the Diversion sub-division of the SSS Yui starts as the promotion assistant of the popular rock band "Girls Dead Monster", becoming its lead vocalist later on. While she doesn't take part in any of the battles with the front, Yui serves an important role by acting as a distraction whenever it’s needed, doing concerts to divert the attention of the NPCs. Upbeat, cheerful and full of energy, she’s the kind of girl who does whatever she wants without thinking too much about it. Though at first glance she looks like your regular moe character Yui is actually anything but: she looks and acts in a cute way, yes, but she also loves trash-talking people and easily switches from a cute speech pattern to a very rude one. Despite the fact she’s supposedly weak she’s actually pretty violent and doesn’t seem to have any problem pulling wrestling moves on people. Very passionate about everything she does, she gets excited pretty easily and likes to talk non-stop about the things she likes. All in all she's a strange girl but one who's fun to be with.
Note: I got permission from Otonashi’s player to mention him in the app.
Sample Post:
Damn, this is way too hard! Was setting up a concert always this complicated? I can't believe it's taking so much time! Even Yui-nyan is starting to get demoralized with all these problems coming up. Let's see, what was the first problem? Oh, right! Finding someone who could perform with me wasn't easy at all! All the people who showed up at the auditions were some sort of monster-- it was so scary, I thought I was definitely going to wet myself! Ah, but that helped me realize that even monsters are people with feelings. That zombie looked so defeated when I said he couldn't play the guitar with a rotten arm that he kept repeating "brains" over and over, it must have been a real shock for him! Although now that I think about it, since the band's name is Girls Dead Monster Version Two, a zombie with a rotting arm would have been so fitting. Whatever, who cares anymore! The people I got look like monsters too, they're just a little less dead.
Finding the new members wasn't the only problem, though! I even had to find a place to perform and that was super hard. I thought of doing it in the mess hall at first, that wouldn't be memorable at all. This is Version Two's debut, it should be something more awesome! That's why I decided to go look for something that would definitely leave a big impression, but this is a farm, so the best thing I could find was the Silo with the tentacle monster on top of it. It took me so long to convince it to let me use it, I would never have made it if I hadn't found out it's a girl! Thanks to that I was able to find her weak spot, and all it took was promising I would let her touch Otonashi-senpai any time she wants. Such a noble sacrifice, senpai... Yui-nyan will never forget it!
But even after all that effort, I still can't perform at all. I told the others to find me the musical instruments, and instead of three guitars all they found was a sitar, a ukulele and a banjo! GirlDeMo won't look cool with instruments like that, it's not going to work at all. Maybe I should change the program and do something else instead, as long as it'll be great it's fine, right? What should I do, huh ... Ah! I know! I'm going to do a pro-wrestling match and amaze all the audience with some flashy moves! It's the perfect plan, isn't it!? With this I'm sure to get thousands of fans. This is so exciting!
All right, first thing to do is decide what moves I'm going to use! Let's see, a Dropkick to warm things up sounds good. Next I'll go with an Uppercut, followed by a German Suplex! Then it'll be time to finish everything with a hold-- I'll do a simple Armlock! It will be the greatest match ever, I'm sure of it! All that's left is to find a worthy opponent. Ah, I know! That zombie over there will do, I just need to provoke it a little.
Okay, let’s do it! Oi, you scum, get your ass over here. Yeah, I'm talking about you, you bastard! How about we do a one-on-one fight? I'm going to beat the crap out of you! Here, come at me with everything you've got! What? Hey, don’t ignore me! Take me seriously damn it!
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Character: Nana
Series: Elfen Lied
Character Age: 12-14 in appearance, 6 in age
Canon: A virus has struck the world that causes women to give birth to horned girls. These girls belong to a mutant subspecies of human called the diclonius, whose notable qualities include homicidal tendencies toward everyone, and additional invisible arms called 'vectors' that sprout from the back on command. These are selectively tangible, telekinetically controlled, and easily capable of slicing through solid objects. Naturally, scientists hunt them down and either kill or confine them in research facilities. When the diclonius queen Lucy escapes, researchers send Test Subject Number Seven after her in a search and retrieve operation.
Number Seven, Nana, is one of the girls kept alive for the sake of research. She is also the only known non-homicidal diclonius. A good-natured little girl, Nana refuses to kill humans. Her kindly demeanor is due to being raised with a loving parental figure, the chief of research Dr. Kurama. Despite all the horrific experiments she's suffered through, Nana has always persevered thanks to Dr. Kurama's words of encouragement. She believes he is her real father and would to do anything to please him. She even tries to stay brave when she gets her limbs ripped off and later replaced by special prosthetics. Life in the research facility with no formal education has made Nana sheltered and ignorant. She burns bank notes before learning what they're for, has no idea what phones are, and is still learning the names of animals. She never bothers to hide her horns and sometimes forgets to keep her vector arms a secret, only to realize afterward and subsequently feel like a failure. Her naivete can land her in trouble, and her empathy for others makes it hard for Nana to fight vigorously like other diclonii. But underneath that gullible and childish exterior is a lonely little girl who wants nothing more than to have somewhere to belong.
Sample Post:
I can't believe someone took my arm. Forgive me, Papa. Nana will do her best to find it! It has to be around here somewhere. Papa, did you know this place had arm stealers when you said it was a safe place to live? No, of course you didn't! You don't want Nana to lose the arms you gave her, do you? I'll always take good care of them. That means I'll have to watch out for more arm stealers. A-and what if there are leg stealers too?!
Eh...? What are those creatures? They're like fat, hairy people. Oh, and they're the same color as Papa's tie! Maybe they're friends with Papa and that's why he sent me here.
Um, excuse me, could you help me find my missing arm? You see, I was talking to a bunch of people who... didn't smell too good, like they needed a bath. I doubt they felt good either, the way they kept groaning and bleeding. It was a little scary. A-anyway, I was asking them for directions to the messy hall. Papa said it was a safe building here, but I got lost in the tall plants on the way. I tried getting up higher using my other arms to get a better view- Ah!! Not again, I promised Papa not to tell anyone, so please, forget you heard that. Really, the sick people are more important. They kept moaning and talking about brains-and some pieces of their bodies started falling off! I was so scared, I lost my concentration for a little and my own leg fell off... No, that only happens sometimes. Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself just fine.
I don't clearly remember what happened after I ran off. No, I put my leg back on before I started running. Anyway, I think I tripped and blacked out, because I woke up in the field over there and my arm was gone. So... so I thought, maybe those people took my arm while I was asleep. Why would they do that? Nana's a good girl who didn't do anything to them. Though, maybe they were jealous? I know how it feels to have arms and legs that don't work very well, and it must have hurt when their limbs fell off, but. But... they shouldn't take things without asking! Those are special arms and legs Papa got for me! I can't afford to lose them! So please, tell me if you've seen an arm stealer running around with an arm like mine.
Oh, you did see it? And it's over by that pointy building? Oh, thank you so much! See you later, I'm off!
Hooray! Oh Papa, be proud of me! Thanks to one of your friends I've already found my missing arm. Now to go retrieve it. Just a little further this way and I'm there-
A different arm stealer has it?! Hey, you're getting it dirty! A-and what kind of an arm stealer has that many arms in the first place? That's just greedy!
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Character: Julian Keller aka Hellion
Series: Marvel Universe (specifically, the X-men books)
Character Age: Mid teens
Canon: We all know the story of the X-Men! Charles Xavier founded a school for mutants to learn how to use their powers responsibly while avoiding getting lynched by mobs who hate them for being born differently. Some years on, and the Marvel Universe has become a particularly cold and dark place; rather than becoming more comfortable with mutants, society has become all the more xenophobic. Charles Xavier's vision of everyone living in harmony seems to be nothing more than a wistful dream. Now, most mutants just hope to survive.
Initially an arrogant and charismatic telekinetic, Julian was devoted to his friends and openly dismissive to his enemies. However, life has not been kind to him or his loved ones, leaving Julian older, wiser ...and without his hands because Marvel is classy like that. Still charismatic and still the leader of the younger X-Men, his definition of "friend" seems to have expanded to be "every mutant", and he's determined to carve out a place where his kind are able to live without risk of persecution ... and if that means using force then he's certainly got the power behind him. Julian has become a young man driven by his principles, equally comfortable with standing up for mutants in both little interpersonal squabbles and widespread societal wrong. He just also wins the gold medal in the dick olympics on a regular basis.
Julian is taken from X-23 #1.
Sample Post:
All right, everyone, gather around and listen up! I'm Hellion of the X-Men, and I'm here to help. Unofficially. I tried intervening for you guys with the team back home and they said no. Whatever. I'm here, I don't care how long you've been a mutant or whether you're the brat of one of the X-Men or not. We're mutants, and mutants stick together ... and that was a figure of speech. You can't stick to me no matter how hard you rub up against me because I'm a telekinetic, and if I don't want you to then you can't. So cut that out! Can we please focus on the task here? Don't tell me you've forgotten already! I'm here to help you get some cabin space as well. I looked around and it looks like everyone else is a mutant just like us, so there's no reason why they get a cabin and you don't. Sure, your mutations aren't as pretty as theirs, but that doesn't mean anything. They just don't understand what it's like to have a physical mutation like yours, or like the purple guys, and it's about time they learned. So have you guys done anything yet?
You've been here for years and all you can tell me is "braaains"? Great. Not only are you guys treated like crap, but you've been put down so often that you're honest to God, I kid you not, legitimate morons. I hate this place already, and I've been here ten minutes. God, I hate the Midwest. It is so boring. Everyone lives on farms and likes it and I bet they have sex with cows because the local girls are their cousins. All right, new plan! It has pictures. Just watch the stick while it draws. I - yes, the stick figure with the fantastic hair - will go and talk to them - the people who look like douches - while you guys sit here and do what you do best. I don't know what that is, but it must be something because you've been here for years and are still okay. And if anything happens, give the telepathic birds a yell. I didn't know the X-gene could come out in birds, but not a scientist. Hell, I didn't even finish school before it got blown up.
I've already been given the low-down about the place. Moogles good, dying doesn't mean you come back crazy later, the plants spit out pheromones to make you kiss randoms and all we know about Tuesday is "don't eat anything". Helpful. All I got out of all that is that it's important we get you into a cabin now. I mean, God, there are so many empty cabins already, I don't see why they can't just put you up in one. I'll get the other mutants here on board and then we'll take out the Director. What does it matter that she's all the way where no-one can touch her? Remember, I'm a telekinetic and you know what they say! We're very familiar with being hands-off, if you know what I mean.
And you don't. This is going to be a long day.
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Character: Okita Sougo
Series: Gintama
Character Age: 18
Canon: Gintama is a special series that takes place in the land of samurai, Edo. The skies that were once so clear and blue now play host to giant ships of alien origin. Where once the samurai walked the streets as the masters of their domain, now these extraterrestrials wander with impunity. Working for the Shogunate who indirectly are in command by these aliens are the special police force called the Shinsengumi. Does this sound serious? Don't take everything seriously, because this series is all about comedy, parodies and the fourth wall.
Okita is the "hardworking" captain of the first division in the Shinsengumi. He's usually seen taking naps on duty, cutting work, taking vacations without letting his superiors know, and generally just bumming around. When he's not being lazy with work, he's usually blowing things up with his big bazooka. When he's not doing that, he's probably trying to his vice-commander, Hijikata Toushirou hell.
Aside from being lazy and irresponsible when it comes to the use of firearms, Okita is a sadist. His sadistic tendencies usually show up when he has to beat some people up, or during the most random of times. He is a big jerk and he can say the meanest things while wearing a straight face. He talks in a carefree to almost deadpan way, not really showing any hints of emotion. That said, getting a full gasping reaction out of him is something that's difficult to do.
Sample Post:
Welcome back to this week's "Okrah", where I will be addressing all your camp concerns. I'm supposed to be doing some arts and crafts, but I decided to excuse myself from it without telling anyone. Then, I realized that I should probably do something productive and help people out no matter how stupid their problems are, so that's what I'm doing right now. The Shinsengumi helps people all the time, so I guess I should still continue helping other people too. I'm taking my job seriously.
We were supposed to have Marcy the Tentacle Freak be our guest to help out answer some people's concerns, but we had some problems of our own. Marcy couldn't fit in the studio's door so there really will be no guest star today. I know girls are supposed to be the ones conscious about their weight, right? Why did she have to get so fat? Really. We had to change our guest star today because of it. So, without further ado, I present to everyone someone I call a national treasure-me.
Now, let's get everyone's pathetic problems out in the open so I can go nap already. We only have two letters for today, anyway. This is going to be quick.
"Okrah, I'm having a difficult time sleeping. Please help me! Yours truly, bEiBeRz0mBiE442."
Is this even camp related? Ah well. bEiBeRz0mBiE442, if you're having problems sleeping in camp, maybe you don't have the proper sleeping gear. Remember to apply bug repellent before sleeping. Make sure you're in a quiet spot too, and that there isn't a lot of light, because you're going to get distracted if there is. Then just count from one to ten, or until you fall asleep. Count something that makes you happy, I guess. I usually count the number of corpses of someone who deserves to die so I can fall asleep. It works every time.
Now for the next concern.
"There was a Camp Anon Confessions post the other day and I confessed to having smelly feet and a hairy ass. I got a lot of replies agreeing to it! What should I do, Okrah?!"
Wow, it must suck to be you. There really isn't anything you can do about your smelly feet or your hairy ass. Can I get a link to that thread? I want to add a "+1" comment to it.
And you know that part in almost every syndicated talk show where the host gives freebies to people? Yeah. This is that part. But since Marcy wasn't able to make it, the sponsor bastards decided to take everything back, 'ch. I was looking forward to new iPed touch too. It even has iTones 10 already. No freebies for everyone. Maybe if you vote this application in, you'll get one. Heh, just kidding. No one's getting any freebies! Face it!
This is all for this week's "Okrah". This is Okita Sougo of the Shinsengumi, making sure your time at Camp Fuck-ah, right, censor, censor. This is Okita Sougo of the Shinsengumi, making sure your time at Camp Fu*k Hijikata Die is a blast.
Poll Vote!
Character: Lenalee Lee
Series: D. Gray-man
Character Age: 17
Canon: Come one, come all, it’s demons vs. humans in the battle of the millennium! Exorcists, the Innocence-armed (sometimes literally) fighting force of the Dark Organization of the Vatican, facing off against the one and only Millennium Earl and his force of aptly named Akuma and nefarious Noah. They clash, they slash, they make up a manga called D. Gray-man!
One of the aforementioned Exorcists, Lenalee Lee has been with the organization since she was a child, armed with the power of an Innocence that takes the form of tall black boots-Dark Boots-that enable her to kick some Akuma ass. A fighter seasoned by the battlefield, Lenalee isn’t afraid of danger or the chance of a fight. But every victory for her is fought for the sole purpose of protecting the friends she’s made who make up her world. She’s very determined, and sometimes stubborn, but in her heart she cares openly and deeply for her comrades in the fight to save humanity.
Note: The Dark Organization has branches in different locations across the world. And Lenalee’s brother, Komui, is the head of the organization's science branch. He’s known for making “helpful” machines with various permutations on his own name.
Sample Post:
I knew the American branch was having trouble but I never would have imagined that it could have gone this far. To think that the Millennium Earl would have the power to hold so many Exorcists captive for so long, all while harvesting some mysterious source of dark matter. I won’t allow it. You can’t play with the lives of my comrades like this. Return them, right now.
I can hear you inside that barn. Your cries may scare off the rest of those gathered here, but you won’t keep me away from my friends. You’ll answer to my Dark Boots. Prepare yourself, Akum-ah? Cows? No, these are . . . robot cows? But the dark matter-oh. Oh. They’re milking you for oil, aren’t they? You poor things. Let’s get those machines off of you-there. How does that feel? But more than those machines, look at this place. It’s worse than Brother’s lab. He had an experiment like this, once, though it was milk instead of oil, and he used the heat from the machinery to make it into foam. That was Komoorin version one. And two. And three. And four . . . The lab still smells like spoiled milk when it’s hot. Maybe it would be best not to mention this to Brother when I get back.
Oh, but I’m certain you’re nothing like Brother’s experiments. After all, you’re so well behaved. I can’t stay long, I have to find my friends, but I’ll still help make things at least a little bit better for you, all right?
First off, it’s dangerous if you keep your bedding this close to where you feed. It’s a wonder that you haven’t been starting fires. When you chew, when you eat, you know. All those sparks you make are dangerous. They’re high voltage. Here, if we move your trough away to this side it’s much better. Plus now there’s more room for you to sleep, and you can sleep closer together as well.
But there’s still something missing. Oh, it was your cries I heard from outside the barn earlier, wasn’t it? If everyone thinks you’re beasts like that then no one will come in to make sure you’re fed and cared for. They’ll have to know that you’re nothing more than harmless cowbots. But if you can’t moo in the same way, we’ll have to make sure you’ve got something that only another cow would have. There’s only one cure for something like that: cowbells.
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Character: Alois Trancy
Series: Kuroshitsuji II (anime)
Age: Roughly 15
Canon: Ah, Victorian England. An idyllic place where lavish clothing and stiff morals reign, anachronisms abound, and the darker members of society run amok. But not to worry! The queen has employed certain members of the aristocracy to keep England’s troubles in check where the law would normally fail, even though some of them are just kids. Alois is one such aristocrat and the current head of the Trancy family, despite his young age. Normally, running a household would be too much responsibility to handle for someone his age, but Alois is lucky: he has something of a devil on his shoulder. With his demon butler, Claude, there to take care of everything, Alois has plenty of time to spend playing the queen’s defender of justice. Just ignore that one time he burned down a house. Or every time he beats his maid. Or those times he touches small children inappropriately. The whole “justice” thing is new to him.
But it’s not that Alois is a bad person; he just has a few screws loose. Or a lot. In public, Alois is perfectly capable of appearing cordial and sympathetic, being an excellent actor, as long as you ignore the occasional bite to his words and his overly playful (if vaguely sexual) demeanor. But he’s just an innocent child, right? Maybe, until he whispers a few passive-aggressive insults into your ear--all with a smile on his face. Life’s fun! It’s a game! And delighting himself in the pain of others is much more interesting to him than paying attention to social norms. Alois is still very much an impulsive, temperamental child, and will accept nothing other than getting his way, no matter what it takes to do it. He may be a cruel, morbid little boy with a little black heart, but he doesn’t understand that even now, even as the head of a household and with even a demonic butler, he too can suffer the consequences of his actions.
Note: Alois is being apped post episode 6 but before episode 7.
Sample Post:
Ahh, what a pitiful place. Madame Sayre, in all her alleged power and glory, has such careless staff. They haven’t set the tables, they haven’t swept the floors... It’s almost as if she had her dear limbless guests do all the work. But filth only attracts filth, and instead of dignified company, all she has left are ill-mannered misers. It’s funny, though, to watch them flit about uselessly, like butterflies caught in a web, wings broken and torn. They’re the most pitiful part of the widow’s gathering: they know they won’t be freed until they rest in pieces in her belly, but they’re forced to play this game of wolves and sheep. Clinging to feeble hope that they’ll win and be freed, dancing until their second death, and ultimately failing. . . But not me. I’ll play in her game, but as a victor-to-be
I’m sure she’s expecting her wolves to slit our throats as we sleep, but they’re hardly as clever as she thinks they are. I’d much rather see the lambs being led to slaughter crushing the wolves under their heels, and I can’t lose if I want to do that, can I? I’ll grind her wolves like beef, but leave the head in tact, all on a silver platter as a thank you for her invitation to this game. But I can’t arrange for platters until I’ve caught a wolf, and I can’t catch a wolf until I look like a sheep. Guileless, foolish, and sickly saccharine: that’s the face of the sheep I’ll be, one that’s already attracting looks. And with a few pretty words, I’ll weave a sticky web and catch this oncoming slow-witted wolf, just~like~that.
Good afternoon, Madame; I hope my thinking aloud didn’t startle you. I simply became nervous when I saw such a sophisticated woman coming my way-and from France, too, from the sound of your thick accent. Am I right? It’s particularly striking, especially in a game like this; after all, what would you do if you were accused of being a wolf? It troubles me as a fellow sheep that you have nothing to offer in your defense other than your body. You could let them stick your hands inside you, let them wiggle their fingers until they came out on the other side, protruding like a broken bone. It doesn’t sound very pleasant, does it...? Letting everyone see how pitiful you are on the inside out, when you can’t utter a single word to defend yourself as they rally against you. Does the thought scare you? Does it make you want to run away? Even if you keep twisting your head like that, you won’t be saved. You know that, don’t you?
... Hahaha! Look at that! I’ve already got single wolf’s head on the ground, but I haven’t a single silver platter.
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Character: Yui
Series: Angel beats! (Anime)
Character Age: teen aged
Canon: Let's face it, life isn't easy and sometimes it can be downright cruel. You live your life to the best you can despite all the hardship you're forced to face and then you die, unable to accomplish any of your dreams. For the characters in Angel Beats! this is exactly the case and the only chance they have to reach happiness is in the afterlife, while living a normal school life before passing onto another life. Being a stubborn bunch of idiots, though, the heroes of our story refuse to move on and instead choose to fight against God. Lead by Yurippe, the Afterlife Battlefront (or SSS for short) specializes in fighting fate by refusing to live by the rules, resorting to actual violence only against the Student Council President whom they think is an angel.
Member of the Diversion sub-division of the SSS Yui starts as the promotion assistant of the popular rock band "Girls Dead Monster", becoming its lead vocalist later on. While she doesn't take part in any of the battles with the front, Yui serves an important role by acting as a distraction whenever it’s needed, doing concerts to divert the attention of the NPCs. Upbeat, cheerful and full of energy, she’s the kind of girl who does whatever she wants without thinking too much about it. Though at first glance she looks like your regular moe character Yui is actually anything but: she looks and acts in a cute way, yes, but she also loves trash-talking people and easily switches from a cute speech pattern to a very rude one. Despite the fact she’s supposedly weak she’s actually pretty violent and doesn’t seem to have any problem pulling wrestling moves on people. Very passionate about everything she does, she gets excited pretty easily and likes to talk non-stop about the things she likes. All in all she's a strange girl but one who's fun to be with.
Note: I got permission from Otonashi’s player to mention him in the app.
Sample Post:
Damn, this is way too hard! Was setting up a concert always this complicated? I can't believe it's taking so much time! Even Yui-nyan is starting to get demoralized with all these problems coming up. Let's see, what was the first problem? Oh, right! Finding someone who could perform with me wasn't easy at all! All the people who showed up at the auditions were some sort of monster-- it was so scary, I thought I was definitely going to wet myself! Ah, but that helped me realize that even monsters are people with feelings. That zombie looked so defeated when I said he couldn't play the guitar with a rotten arm that he kept repeating "brains" over and over, it must have been a real shock for him! Although now that I think about it, since the band's name is Girls Dead Monster Version Two, a zombie with a rotting arm would have been so fitting. Whatever, who cares anymore! The people I got look like monsters too, they're just a little less dead.
Finding the new members wasn't the only problem, though! I even had to find a place to perform and that was super hard. I thought of doing it in the mess hall at first, that wouldn't be memorable at all. This is Version Two's debut, it should be something more awesome! That's why I decided to go look for something that would definitely leave a big impression, but this is a farm, so the best thing I could find was the Silo with the tentacle monster on top of it. It took me so long to convince it to let me use it, I would never have made it if I hadn't found out it's a girl! Thanks to that I was able to find her weak spot, and all it took was promising I would let her touch Otonashi-senpai any time she wants. Such a noble sacrifice, senpai... Yui-nyan will never forget it!
But even after all that effort, I still can't perform at all. I told the others to find me the musical instruments, and instead of three guitars all they found was a sitar, a ukulele and a banjo! GirlDeMo won't look cool with instruments like that, it's not going to work at all. Maybe I should change the program and do something else instead, as long as it'll be great it's fine, right? What should I do, huh ... Ah! I know! I'm going to do a pro-wrestling match and amaze all the audience with some flashy moves! It's the perfect plan, isn't it!? With this I'm sure to get thousands of fans. This is so exciting!
All right, first thing to do is decide what moves I'm going to use! Let's see, a Dropkick to warm things up sounds good. Next I'll go with an Uppercut, followed by a German Suplex! Then it'll be time to finish everything with a hold-- I'll do a simple Armlock! It will be the greatest match ever, I'm sure of it! All that's left is to find a worthy opponent. Ah, I know! That zombie over there will do, I just need to provoke it a little.
Okay, let’s do it! Oi, you scum, get your ass over here. Yeah, I'm talking about you, you bastard! How about we do a one-on-one fight? I'm going to beat the crap out of you! Here, come at me with everything you've got! What? Hey, don’t ignore me! Take me seriously damn it!
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Character: Nana
Series: Elfen Lied
Character Age: 12-14 in appearance, 6 in age
Canon: A virus has struck the world that causes women to give birth to horned girls. These girls belong to a mutant subspecies of human called the diclonius, whose notable qualities include homicidal tendencies toward everyone, and additional invisible arms called 'vectors' that sprout from the back on command. These are selectively tangible, telekinetically controlled, and easily capable of slicing through solid objects. Naturally, scientists hunt them down and either kill or confine them in research facilities. When the diclonius queen Lucy escapes, researchers send Test Subject Number Seven after her in a search and retrieve operation.
Number Seven, Nana, is one of the girls kept alive for the sake of research. She is also the only known non-homicidal diclonius. A good-natured little girl, Nana refuses to kill humans. Her kindly demeanor is due to being raised with a loving parental figure, the chief of research Dr. Kurama. Despite all the horrific experiments she's suffered through, Nana has always persevered thanks to Dr. Kurama's words of encouragement. She believes he is her real father and would to do anything to please him. She even tries to stay brave when she gets her limbs ripped off and later replaced by special prosthetics. Life in the research facility with no formal education has made Nana sheltered and ignorant. She burns bank notes before learning what they're for, has no idea what phones are, and is still learning the names of animals. She never bothers to hide her horns and sometimes forgets to keep her vector arms a secret, only to realize afterward and subsequently feel like a failure. Her naivete can land her in trouble, and her empathy for others makes it hard for Nana to fight vigorously like other diclonii. But underneath that gullible and childish exterior is a lonely little girl who wants nothing more than to have somewhere to belong.
Sample Post:
I can't believe someone took my arm. Forgive me, Papa. Nana will do her best to find it! It has to be around here somewhere. Papa, did you know this place had arm stealers when you said it was a safe place to live? No, of course you didn't! You don't want Nana to lose the arms you gave her, do you? I'll always take good care of them. That means I'll have to watch out for more arm stealers. A-and what if there are leg stealers too?!
Eh...? What are those creatures? They're like fat, hairy people. Oh, and they're the same color as Papa's tie! Maybe they're friends with Papa and that's why he sent me here.
Um, excuse me, could you help me find my missing arm? You see, I was talking to a bunch of people who... didn't smell too good, like they needed a bath. I doubt they felt good either, the way they kept groaning and bleeding. It was a little scary. A-anyway, I was asking them for directions to the messy hall. Papa said it was a safe building here, but I got lost in the tall plants on the way. I tried getting up higher using my other arms to get a better view- Ah!! Not again, I promised Papa not to tell anyone, so please, forget you heard that. Really, the sick people are more important. They kept moaning and talking about brains-and some pieces of their bodies started falling off! I was so scared, I lost my concentration for a little and my own leg fell off... No, that only happens sometimes. Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself just fine.
I don't clearly remember what happened after I ran off. No, I put my leg back on before I started running. Anyway, I think I tripped and blacked out, because I woke up in the field over there and my arm was gone. So... so I thought, maybe those people took my arm while I was asleep. Why would they do that? Nana's a good girl who didn't do anything to them. Though, maybe they were jealous? I know how it feels to have arms and legs that don't work very well, and it must have hurt when their limbs fell off, but. But... they shouldn't take things without asking! Those are special arms and legs Papa got for me! I can't afford to lose them! So please, tell me if you've seen an arm stealer running around with an arm like mine.
Oh, you did see it? And it's over by that pointy building? Oh, thank you so much! See you later, I'm off!
Hooray! Oh Papa, be proud of me! Thanks to one of your friends I've already found my missing arm. Now to go retrieve it. Just a little further this way and I'm there-
A different arm stealer has it?! Hey, you're getting it dirty! A-and what kind of an arm stealer has that many arms in the first place? That's just greedy!
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Character: Julian Keller aka Hellion
Series: Marvel Universe (specifically, the X-men books)
Character Age: Mid teens
Canon: We all know the story of the X-Men! Charles Xavier founded a school for mutants to learn how to use their powers responsibly while avoiding getting lynched by mobs who hate them for being born differently. Some years on, and the Marvel Universe has become a particularly cold and dark place; rather than becoming more comfortable with mutants, society has become all the more xenophobic. Charles Xavier's vision of everyone living in harmony seems to be nothing more than a wistful dream. Now, most mutants just hope to survive.
Initially an arrogant and charismatic telekinetic, Julian was devoted to his friends and openly dismissive to his enemies. However, life has not been kind to him or his loved ones, leaving Julian older, wiser ...and without his hands because Marvel is classy like that. Still charismatic and still the leader of the younger X-Men, his definition of "friend" seems to have expanded to be "every mutant", and he's determined to carve out a place where his kind are able to live without risk of persecution ... and if that means using force then he's certainly got the power behind him. Julian has become a young man driven by his principles, equally comfortable with standing up for mutants in both little interpersonal squabbles and widespread societal wrong. He just also wins the gold medal in the dick olympics on a regular basis.
Julian is taken from X-23 #1.
Sample Post:
All right, everyone, gather around and listen up! I'm Hellion of the X-Men, and I'm here to help. Unofficially. I tried intervening for you guys with the team back home and they said no. Whatever. I'm here, I don't care how long you've been a mutant or whether you're the brat of one of the X-Men or not. We're mutants, and mutants stick together ... and that was a figure of speech. You can't stick to me no matter how hard you rub up against me because I'm a telekinetic, and if I don't want you to then you can't. So cut that out! Can we please focus on the task here? Don't tell me you've forgotten already! I'm here to help you get some cabin space as well. I looked around and it looks like everyone else is a mutant just like us, so there's no reason why they get a cabin and you don't. Sure, your mutations aren't as pretty as theirs, but that doesn't mean anything. They just don't understand what it's like to have a physical mutation like yours, or like the purple guys, and it's about time they learned. So have you guys done anything yet?
You've been here for years and all you can tell me is "braaains"? Great. Not only are you guys treated like crap, but you've been put down so often that you're honest to God, I kid you not, legitimate morons. I hate this place already, and I've been here ten minutes. God, I hate the Midwest. It is so boring. Everyone lives on farms and likes it and I bet they have sex with cows because the local girls are their cousins. All right, new plan! It has pictures. Just watch the stick while it draws. I - yes, the stick figure with the fantastic hair - will go and talk to them - the people who look like douches - while you guys sit here and do what you do best. I don't know what that is, but it must be something because you've been here for years and are still okay. And if anything happens, give the telepathic birds a yell. I didn't know the X-gene could come out in birds, but not a scientist. Hell, I didn't even finish school before it got blown up.
I've already been given the low-down about the place. Moogles good, dying doesn't mean you come back crazy later, the plants spit out pheromones to make you kiss randoms and all we know about Tuesday is "don't eat anything". Helpful. All I got out of all that is that it's important we get you into a cabin now. I mean, God, there are so many empty cabins already, I don't see why they can't just put you up in one. I'll get the other mutants here on board and then we'll take out the Director. What does it matter that she's all the way where no-one can touch her? Remember, I'm a telekinetic and you know what they say! We're very familiar with being hands-off, if you know what I mean.
And you don't. This is going to be a long day.
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Character: Okita Sougo
Series: Gintama
Character Age: 18
Canon: Gintama is a special series that takes place in the land of samurai, Edo. The skies that were once so clear and blue now play host to giant ships of alien origin. Where once the samurai walked the streets as the masters of their domain, now these extraterrestrials wander with impunity. Working for the Shogunate who indirectly are in command by these aliens are the special police force called the Shinsengumi. Does this sound serious? Don't take everything seriously, because this series is all about comedy, parodies and the fourth wall.
Okita is the "hardworking" captain of the first division in the Shinsengumi. He's usually seen taking naps on duty, cutting work, taking vacations without letting his superiors know, and generally just bumming around. When he's not being lazy with work, he's usually blowing things up with his big bazooka. When he's not doing that, he's probably trying to his vice-commander, Hijikata Toushirou hell.
Aside from being lazy and irresponsible when it comes to the use of firearms, Okita is a sadist. His sadistic tendencies usually show up when he has to beat some people up, or during the most random of times. He is a big jerk and he can say the meanest things while wearing a straight face. He talks in a carefree to almost deadpan way, not really showing any hints of emotion. That said, getting a full gasping reaction out of him is something that's difficult to do.
Sample Post:
Welcome back to this week's "Okrah", where I will be addressing all your camp concerns. I'm supposed to be doing some arts and crafts, but I decided to excuse myself from it without telling anyone. Then, I realized that I should probably do something productive and help people out no matter how stupid their problems are, so that's what I'm doing right now. The Shinsengumi helps people all the time, so I guess I should still continue helping other people too. I'm taking my job seriously.
We were supposed to have Marcy the Tentacle Freak be our guest to help out answer some people's concerns, but we had some problems of our own. Marcy couldn't fit in the studio's door so there really will be no guest star today. I know girls are supposed to be the ones conscious about their weight, right? Why did she have to get so fat? Really. We had to change our guest star today because of it. So, without further ado, I present to everyone someone I call a national treasure-me.
Now, let's get everyone's pathetic problems out in the open so I can go nap already. We only have two letters for today, anyway. This is going to be quick.
"Okrah, I'm having a difficult time sleeping. Please help me! Yours truly, bEiBeRz0mBiE442."
Is this even camp related? Ah well. bEiBeRz0mBiE442, if you're having problems sleeping in camp, maybe you don't have the proper sleeping gear. Remember to apply bug repellent before sleeping. Make sure you're in a quiet spot too, and that there isn't a lot of light, because you're going to get distracted if there is. Then just count from one to ten, or until you fall asleep. Count something that makes you happy, I guess. I usually count the number of corpses of someone who deserves to die so I can fall asleep. It works every time.
Now for the next concern.
"There was a Camp Anon Confessions post the other day and I confessed to having smelly feet and a hairy ass. I got a lot of replies agreeing to it! What should I do, Okrah?!"
Wow, it must suck to be you. There really isn't anything you can do about your smelly feet or your hairy ass. Can I get a link to that thread? I want to add a "+1" comment to it.
And you know that part in almost every syndicated talk show where the host gives freebies to people? Yeah. This is that part. But since Marcy wasn't able to make it, the sponsor bastards decided to take everything back, 'ch. I was looking forward to new iPed touch too. It even has iTones 10 already. No freebies for everyone. Maybe if you vote this application in, you'll get one. Heh, just kidding. No one's getting any freebies! Face it!
This is all for this week's "Okrah". This is Okita Sougo of the Shinsengumi, making sure your time at Camp Fuck-ah, right, censor, censor. This is Okita Sougo of the Shinsengumi, making sure your time at Camp Fu*k Hijikata Die is a blast.
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Character: Lenalee Lee
Series: D. Gray-man
Character Age: 17
Canon: Come one, come all, it’s demons vs. humans in the battle of the millennium! Exorcists, the Innocence-armed (sometimes literally) fighting force of the Dark Organization of the Vatican, facing off against the one and only Millennium Earl and his force of aptly named Akuma and nefarious Noah. They clash, they slash, they make up a manga called D. Gray-man!
One of the aforementioned Exorcists, Lenalee Lee has been with the organization since she was a child, armed with the power of an Innocence that takes the form of tall black boots-Dark Boots-that enable her to kick some Akuma ass. A fighter seasoned by the battlefield, Lenalee isn’t afraid of danger or the chance of a fight. But every victory for her is fought for the sole purpose of protecting the friends she’s made who make up her world. She’s very determined, and sometimes stubborn, but in her heart she cares openly and deeply for her comrades in the fight to save humanity.
Note: The Dark Organization has branches in different locations across the world. And Lenalee’s brother, Komui, is the head of the organization's science branch. He’s known for making “helpful” machines with various permutations on his own name.
Sample Post:
I knew the American branch was having trouble but I never would have imagined that it could have gone this far. To think that the Millennium Earl would have the power to hold so many Exorcists captive for so long, all while harvesting some mysterious source of dark matter. I won’t allow it. You can’t play with the lives of my comrades like this. Return them, right now.
I can hear you inside that barn. Your cries may scare off the rest of those gathered here, but you won’t keep me away from my friends. You’ll answer to my Dark Boots. Prepare yourself, Akum-ah? Cows? No, these are . . . robot cows? But the dark matter-oh. Oh. They’re milking you for oil, aren’t they? You poor things. Let’s get those machines off of you-there. How does that feel? But more than those machines, look at this place. It’s worse than Brother’s lab. He had an experiment like this, once, though it was milk instead of oil, and he used the heat from the machinery to make it into foam. That was Komoorin version one. And two. And three. And four . . . The lab still smells like spoiled milk when it’s hot. Maybe it would be best not to mention this to Brother when I get back.
Oh, but I’m certain you’re nothing like Brother’s experiments. After all, you’re so well behaved. I can’t stay long, I have to find my friends, but I’ll still help make things at least a little bit better for you, all right?
First off, it’s dangerous if you keep your bedding this close to where you feed. It’s a wonder that you haven’t been starting fires. When you chew, when you eat, you know. All those sparks you make are dangerous. They’re high voltage. Here, if we move your trough away to this side it’s much better. Plus now there’s more room for you to sleep, and you can sleep closer together as well.
But there’s still something missing. Oh, it was your cries I heard from outside the barn earlier, wasn’t it? If everyone thinks you’re beasts like that then no one will come in to make sure you’re fed and cared for. They’ll have to know that you’re nothing more than harmless cowbots. But if you can’t moo in the same way, we’ll have to make sure you’ve got something that only another cow would have. There’s only one cure for something like that: cowbells.
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