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--this was going to get posted last night, and then we all got horribly distracted, fdgjhdfg. m-my bad. LAST BATCH, next opening date will be announced soon.
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Character: Chloe Valens
Series: Tales of Legendia
Age: 17
Canon: Chloe was once the heir to the House of Valens, a prestigious family of knights, until her parents were attacked and killed by a bandit, leaving her the sole survivor. And despite Chloe's efforts, the Valens name was eventually expunged. Years later, Chloe arrives on the Legacy, vowing to find her parents' killer and avenge their deaths, but becomes quickly caught up in the war broiling between the Crusand Empire and her homeland....
Our first encounter with Chloe begins when she attacks the party. This turns out to be a good sign of things to come; Chloe spends the early stages of the game giving our protagonist a serious run for his money in the Stupid Games (which is saying something, believe me). However! Once she gets past the whole "attacking without provacation" thing (she only needed a kick in the face, really!), Chloe turns out to be a surprisingly thoughtful and introspective person. But she would appreciate it if you didn't mention her fear of lightning or large bodies of water, please.
(Note: Titles, in Legendia, are special pieces of "equipment" given to characters after appropriate moments in the storyline. They're accompanied by a short blurb and formatted much like they are here, although they aren't usually visible to the character, nor are they quite so obnoxious.
Also, Demon Fang is the name of one of Chloe's basic attacks.)
Sample Post:
Is this really where they are? I know Raynard's sources are usually reliable, and I suppose--ah!--the flying--eep!--pamphlets could be some sort of--augh!--security device, but it seems like an--no, not the cape!--odd place to keep people....
...no, not my face either--aah!--
Demon Fang!
...I think I need a break.
...
You know, I've wondered--if these people, whoever they are--if they managed to capture all three of them--should I have come alone? I mean--
--no, what am I thinking? I can't afford to stop now--especially not now, when so much is riding on this. My honor as a knight, the lives of my friends--this is too important. I can't--I won't let anything stop me. I've come here for a reason.
Senel Coolidge. Norma Beatty. Moses Sandor. I'm here to find them. And I will do so, whatever stands in my way, flying pamphlets or no flying--
--owowow--not again--
--pamph--lets--!
--got you! What is--
Congratulations, you're the 553rd visitor to CAMP FUCK YOU DIE. Fun fact about the number 553: there is absolutely nothing special about it! Much like you! Doesn't that just make you feel good inside?
Oh, yeah, here's your consolation prize.
*Chloe has received a new title!
Resolved Knight
The Resolved Knight makes her entrance, vowing to complete her task no matter what setbacks she faces! En garde!
...
Setbacks? I wasn't aware of any--
--ow. Demon Fang! Demon Fang!
...it's not working, is it.
This isn't good. How am I going to explain this one? "Just as I was about to resume my mission, I found myself trapped under a pile of pamphlets."
On second thought, I don't think I'm going to put this one in the logbook--
--wait.
Twin Demon Fang?
Poll Vote!
Character: Kakizaki Misa
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima!
Age: 15
Canon: In Negima!, you've got your child prodigies, your eternally childlike vampires, your ninjas, your geniuses from the future--and then you've got cheerleaders. Kakizaki Misa is one such cheerleader, and one of the more ordinary members of junior high class 3-A. Of course, as far as most of her school's student body is concerned, "ordinary" equals "not superpowered, but really really talented," and Misa is no exception--besides cheerleading, she also plays the guitar and sings for Decopin Rocket, an all-girl rock band.
Given her penchant for performance, it should come as no surprise that Misa is an energetic, outgoing sort of girl. Given that she's a member of class 3-A, it also should come as no surprise that she's got a quirk or two. Misa enjoys freaking her more jittery classmates out with scary stories, hatching incredibly unethical dating schemes involving her ten-year-old teacher, and indulging in such tasty treats as crepes with bitter melon filling (though her favorite food is...prunes). She's also prone to busting out the pom-poms at the slightest provocation.
Sample Post:
Now this? This sounds like a rumor I'd start. "Practice your drills every day, or the cheerleading team will have you banished to a training camp in the American wilderness, where you'll have to do cheers for a horrific league made up of the walking dead and rapacious purple gorillas!" Which begs the question of why I would be here--I practice whenever I can! Sometimes in the middle of class! My pride as a Mahora Cheerleader demands no less of me!
But whatever the reason, I'm here now, and that same pride means I have to give it my all for this game! ...I just kinda wish I knew which team I was supposed to be cheering for, you know? Or what sport this was. The zombie team seems to think it's soccer--I think. They're definitely kicking their coach's head around a lot. Of course, most of 'em are missing arms, so all the kicking could just be a coincidence. As for the gorilla team...uh. I'm not so sure I want to know. Maybe they think they score a point every time they stick something where it doesn't belong. Two points if they actually make a new hole in the process. Under these rules, they're definitely winning.
...Okay, given the choices, I'm siding with the zombies. That last play by the gorilla offense sealed the deal and totally killed my appetite for the next week. So let's get things fired up! Gimme a B! Gimme an R! Gimme an A! Gimme an I! Gimme an N! Gimme an S! What's that spell? BRAINS! What do we wanna eat? BRAINS! Gnaw 'em up, chew 'em up, eat those brains, munch those brains! GOOOO ZOMBIES~!
Not bad, for a spontaneous composition! It looks like my team's starting to stand up and take a little notice--of me. Which wasn't really the idea! You know, there are plenty of nice gorilla brains on the other end of the field, guys. The gorillas won't even miss them, since all of their thinking seems to originate a little further south! But me, I kinda need mine, if it's all the same to--okay, you guys aren't listening, and I feel another cheer coming on. Gimme an R! Gimme a U! Gimme an N! Gimme an L! Gimme an I! Gimme a K! Gimme an E! Gimme an H! Yeah, I think everyone knows where I'm going with this: RUN LIKE HELL!
Poll Vote!
Character: Soren
Series: Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance (http://www.fireemblemworld.com )
Age: 16
Canon: Soren is the result of the union between a human and a laguz (a humanoid that can transform into a specified beast race) which is a big no no in his world. He never knew his parents and was raised by a woman who bemoaned her fate of having to care for him. Then one day when he was four an old sage decided to take him on as an apprentice, Soren learned all manners of magic craft and was an adept scholar. The old sage passed away two years later, and left him utterly alone. Soren could read and write but he didn’t know how to speak! The boy couldn’t even ask for help, he almost died on the streets but was taken in by Greil Mercenaries courtesy of a boy named Ike and his father Griel. Soren is very intelligent, opinionated and blunt to the point of insensitivity; he tells it like it is and doesn’t particularly care if he breaks a few toes in the process. He does it because he cares . . . really.
Sample Post:
Commander Ike,
I am currently lodged in ‘Camp Fuck You Die’. Yes that is the name of this (and I put this lightly) camp. As you know two months ago I set off on a small journey to gather information on different spells and battle strategies that might be of use to us. During the two months of my travel the most amazing thing I found out was that cows produced roughly about two liters of saliva a day.
. . .
I decided to cut my trip short and return three months in advance.
It was when I was heading back to base that a pamphlet caught my eye. It mentioned this camp and I suppose I can only blame myself for not thoroughly inspecting the poster. I merely read the camp’s name, raised a brow and set off towards the location without thought. (Mind you I was tired, irritable and had spent the last five days with a company whose “commander” kept trying to get me to read porn. [Do I look interested @$$%0!#?!]) The location of the site was only a small detour from the main road and I had figured I would only be staying a maximum of two days.
I was wrong.
There is an enchantment on these grounds. How I missed it upon entering is unimaginable to me as I can clearly feel it crackling now. Departure is not an option, attempting to leave almost cost me my life. I tore my robes and used up an entire fire tome to escape the multitude of zombies. I tried four times after to escape yet to no avail, so far I have been hurled into green lime slime, took bananas to the torso, had thunder thrown at me (on a cloudless day) was (molested and) nearly drowned by a lake monster and woke up multiple times to find my clothing suddenly coloured . . . pink . . .
The grim truth is that I will not be able to leave - at least not anytime soon.
I write this letter knowing you will never receive it. I hope you do not search for me. Finding me will only result in your entrapment within this place and for that I would only blame myself.
I only hope you do not think I have abandoned you.
Your loyal sage,
Soren
Poll Vote!
Character: Haseo [http://dothack.wikia.com/wiki/Haseo]
Series: .hack//ROOTS [http://dothack.wikia.com/wiki/Roots]
Age: 17
Canon: .hack//ROOTS focuses around Haseo, a Mutli-weapon and newbie at
the hit game The World R:2. As soon as he enters the game he is trakced down
by two guilds: The Twilight Brigade and TaN - who are interested in his
special ability. He eventually joins The Twilight Brigade for his interests
in a certain character named Ovan, and later for interests of the character
Shino. Over the course of the series he goes from an inverted newbie to a
vengeful upset PKK (player killer killer) in hopes of saving Shino.
But the Haseo for this RP will be the newbie!Haseo. This means he is rather
anti-social in terms of throwing himself out and meeting people. He also
watches them silently while brooding, and doesn't like looking at people
when they are talking to him. However when you do get behind the shell and
become friends with him, he is easily cornered and embarrassed. His goals
would be just to survive the day since he is such an anti-social person, and
probably because someone threw a cherry bomb into the boy's bathroom again.
But beyond the day-to-day survival he plans on eventually meeting the real
Shino, and hopefully there won't be a cherry bomb or even a strawberry bomb
involved in that. When in conversation he will generally make some form of
communication from "Yes", "No", or he'll glare or just obviously not give a
damn. However he does have a soft side and does pay attention - when you
think he doesn't.
For some crack-induced reason, or a really really badly glitched
un-explained plot device, Haseo will be in his game avatar and not his
real-life self.
Sample Post:
No problem with finding out what "The Key of the Twilight" is. No problem
with being stalked by Ovan, a guy with creepy glasses and an ominous way of
talking. And defiantly no problem with a girl in pretty much RPG-esque
lingerie. I can even stand the cat girl and the plant-head Sakisaka (Guild
Grunty, that’s another story).
But. I draw the line at zombies. Zombies with cherry bombs. In my stall.
This place has less respect for a man than The World R:2 with PKs.
Especially when those PKs are actually men using female avatars (I'd
like my dignity back).
On second thought - I'd like to take the female=male PKs
over the cherry bombs. At least then you get the comfort that there is a
restart button at the end. With a cherry bomb wielding zombie? All you need
to do is plug in Zelda games on the old school games....
At least I made it through the day with only less than twenty stares at my
stomach tattoos. The other eighty-four were either commenting on the belts
(you can do THAT with a belt?). Honestly it fits in with
everything else in The World R:2, but apparently it's the talk of the
century or something here at camp.
I'll just need to find an area in the camp where no one hangs out and stay
away from those cherry bombs and the pelvic thrusting ninja-esque people
won't find me. This place is crazy. All it will need is the cat girls
wielding bastard sword sized chainsaws. I take that back, that's already
happened in The World R:2.
It just needs chickens of raving death and mayhem and then maybe I'll
be convinced it's a terrible dream. Or a horrible glitch in The World. Kinda
like that old Matrix movie with the black cat.
Poll Vote!
Character: Dietrich von Lohengrin
Series: Trinity Blood
Age: 20
Canon: Young, sadistic, intelligent and cruel, he plays with not just
people's minds, but their body as well, making them his puppets. Known
as the Puppet Master, he is able to control a person's body and is
able of making them feel what he wants them to using special strings
of his. Dietrich toys with people, not caring about their emotions and
feelings. Betrayal is a constant when it comes to him. He also seems
to be eternally bored, seeing the world and the people who live in
them to be nothing but his toys. The young man is also a computer and
technology expert.
Sample Post:
Geez.
That magician has nothing better to do, honestly. Sending me to a
hellish place like this, and for what purpose? He could have at least
sent me somewhere where dear Esther was. She was such a perfect little
puppet. So simple to manipulate, such a joy to betray. Ah well. I
suppose I will have to find new toys to play with while I'm stuck
here. In an awful swamp with nothing but ugly crocodiles. At times
like this, I do question the magician's exotic taste.
Magician, you'd better have a good reason for sending me here. There
is almost absolutely nothing to do here. I suppose you deliberately
planned for me to get bored here, didn't you?
I've heard that he's here. Our lord's brother is here. Such a pity
Esther isn't. She must be quite the busy queen, I suppose. Hopefully,
there will be someone here who's as... intriguing as her. Someone who
will be a dear little puppet. But still, with Father Nightroad here,
this will be a rather interesting encounter indeed. But I'm looking
forward to meeting the people of this camp. It's with a somewhat dark
pleasure that I enjoy this anticipation, but I guess that can't be
helped.
Oh.
I've also been told that there're undead walking around this place.
This might spice things up a little. Perhaps something can be done
with these corpses to make them more... useful. And Isaak. I hope you
are aware that you've put me into quite a spot by simply leaving me
here.
I'm going to be so bored here.
Poll Vote!
Character: Akimichi Chouji
Series: Naruto
Age: 15
Canon: Chouji is a simple boy, impossibly normal for a young
ninja. He has a loving father and a strong family---no clan-killing and
genius powers among the hardworking and goodnatured Akimichi---but he is
usually downplayed by others as a fat moron who thinks solely with his
stomach. And, yes, a lot of the time Chouji does tend to think with his
well-padded waistline rather than the lump of gray matter between his ears,
but his main asset lies in his two-sizes-too-big heart. Known by his family
as the kindest ninja, he has made something of a career out of watching over
and backing up his teammates, Yamanaka Ino and Nara Shikamaru.
He isn’t especially good at saving the day, but he does try.
Sample Post:
The first thing my dad ever taught me was not to eat people, and I’ve always
followed that---even though I’ve heard flesh tastes pretty good
deep-fried with a healthy dollop of tartar sauce smeared on for
taste. It’s a really good rule to live by, though…you can use it in
any social situation, and it’s a good foundation for interactions with
others. The Rule should only be broken if, and only if, you’re stuck in the
Snow Nation and you can’t feel your nose anymore. Dad says that’s when you
know you’re up poop creek, you know, when you can’t feel your nose anymore
and there’s snow and you’ve already eaten all the horses---or at least, you
know, made jerky outta the horses---
And um. Um. You can’t eat people. That’s just what Dad says---that it’s bad
for the heart ‘cause of cholesterol an’ man-munching is not readily accepted
in most social circles. I like people to like me, so before today, I’d never
even given it a second thought.
But, so, there’s these…people…things…I saw in the woods today. If Shikamaru
was there he would have told me not to approach them (I lost Shikamaru a
couple months ago; it’s a long story and I don’t remember most of it), but I
was running low on chips and I had no idea where to find where I was s’posed
to be going. I kinda lost my teammates---or they lost me, or something, I
dunno. I’ve just been trying to find them, but I’ve always been bad at ninja
games of hide-and-seek…
And um. So I talked to the person-thing that was in the middle of the road.
He was drooling and chunks of his skin and hair were kinda comin' off; I
shoulda known something was wrong right then, but Dad also taught me never
to judge people on appearances so I gave him a little mental slack---and
he…he gurgled and rolled the whites of his eyes at me. I thought that meant
he was listening, but then he lunged and yelled “BRAINS”, and
TRIED TO EAT ME.
YEAH. TRIED TO EAT ME. EAT. ME.
Akimichi Chouji, Konoha’s number one pleasantly plump ninja, is NO MAN’S
MEAL. All the meat and insulation on my bones was hard-earned
through countless bags of chips, and I like it all attached to me.
I tried eating him back, just to see if maybe that was just the friendly
custom around here, but his blood was all coagulated and that means it isn’t
good for your belly.
Shikamaru, Ino, what kind of trouble have you gotten me into now?
And in case anyone wanted to know, the deadish-person-thing tasted
like mildewed deer jerky.
Poll Vote!
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Character: Chloe Valens
Series: Tales of Legendia
Age: 17
Canon: Chloe was once the heir to the House of Valens, a prestigious family of knights, until her parents were attacked and killed by a bandit, leaving her the sole survivor. And despite Chloe's efforts, the Valens name was eventually expunged. Years later, Chloe arrives on the Legacy, vowing to find her parents' killer and avenge their deaths, but becomes quickly caught up in the war broiling between the Crusand Empire and her homeland....
Our first encounter with Chloe begins when she attacks the party. This turns out to be a good sign of things to come; Chloe spends the early stages of the game giving our protagonist a serious run for his money in the Stupid Games (which is saying something, believe me). However! Once she gets past the whole "attacking without provacation" thing (she only needed a kick in the face, really!), Chloe turns out to be a surprisingly thoughtful and introspective person. But she would appreciate it if you didn't mention her fear of lightning or large bodies of water, please.
(Note: Titles, in Legendia, are special pieces of "equipment" given to characters after appropriate moments in the storyline. They're accompanied by a short blurb and formatted much like they are here, although they aren't usually visible to the character, nor are they quite so obnoxious.
Also, Demon Fang is the name of one of Chloe's basic attacks.)
Sample Post:
Is this really where they are? I know Raynard's sources are usually reliable, and I suppose--ah!--the flying--eep!--pamphlets could be some sort of--augh!--security device, but it seems like an--no, not the cape!--odd place to keep people....
...no, not my face either--aah!--
Demon Fang!
...I think I need a break.
...
You know, I've wondered--if these people, whoever they are--if they managed to capture all three of them--should I have come alone? I mean--
--no, what am I thinking? I can't afford to stop now--especially not now, when so much is riding on this. My honor as a knight, the lives of my friends--this is too important. I can't--I won't let anything stop me. I've come here for a reason.
Senel Coolidge. Norma Beatty. Moses Sandor. I'm here to find them. And I will do so, whatever stands in my way, flying pamphlets or no flying--
--owowow--not again--
--pamph--lets--!
--got you! What is--
Congratulations, you're the 553rd visitor to CAMP FUCK YOU DIE. Fun fact about the number 553: there is absolutely nothing special about it! Much like you! Doesn't that just make you feel good inside?
Oh, yeah, here's your consolation prize.
*Chloe has received a new title!
Resolved Knight
The Resolved Knight makes her entrance, vowing to complete her task no matter what setbacks she faces! En garde!
...
Setbacks? I wasn't aware of any--
--ow. Demon Fang! Demon Fang!
...it's not working, is it.
This isn't good. How am I going to explain this one? "Just as I was about to resume my mission, I found myself trapped under a pile of pamphlets."
On second thought, I don't think I'm going to put this one in the logbook--
--wait.
Twin Demon Fang?
Poll Vote!
Character: Kakizaki Misa
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima!
Age: 15
Canon: In Negima!, you've got your child prodigies, your eternally childlike vampires, your ninjas, your geniuses from the future--and then you've got cheerleaders. Kakizaki Misa is one such cheerleader, and one of the more ordinary members of junior high class 3-A. Of course, as far as most of her school's student body is concerned, "ordinary" equals "not superpowered, but really really talented," and Misa is no exception--besides cheerleading, she also plays the guitar and sings for Decopin Rocket, an all-girl rock band.
Given her penchant for performance, it should come as no surprise that Misa is an energetic, outgoing sort of girl. Given that she's a member of class 3-A, it also should come as no surprise that she's got a quirk or two. Misa enjoys freaking her more jittery classmates out with scary stories, hatching incredibly unethical dating schemes involving her ten-year-old teacher, and indulging in such tasty treats as crepes with bitter melon filling (though her favorite food is...prunes). She's also prone to busting out the pom-poms at the slightest provocation.
Sample Post:
Now this? This sounds like a rumor I'd start. "Practice your drills every day, or the cheerleading team will have you banished to a training camp in the American wilderness, where you'll have to do cheers for a horrific league made up of the walking dead and rapacious purple gorillas!" Which begs the question of why I would be here--I practice whenever I can! Sometimes in the middle of class! My pride as a Mahora Cheerleader demands no less of me!
But whatever the reason, I'm here now, and that same pride means I have to give it my all for this game! ...I just kinda wish I knew which team I was supposed to be cheering for, you know? Or what sport this was. The zombie team seems to think it's soccer--I think. They're definitely kicking their coach's head around a lot. Of course, most of 'em are missing arms, so all the kicking could just be a coincidence. As for the gorilla team...uh. I'm not so sure I want to know. Maybe they think they score a point every time they stick something where it doesn't belong. Two points if they actually make a new hole in the process. Under these rules, they're definitely winning.
...Okay, given the choices, I'm siding with the zombies. That last play by the gorilla offense sealed the deal and totally killed my appetite for the next week. So let's get things fired up! Gimme a B! Gimme an R! Gimme an A! Gimme an I! Gimme an N! Gimme an S! What's that spell? BRAINS! What do we wanna eat? BRAINS! Gnaw 'em up, chew 'em up, eat those brains, munch those brains! GOOOO ZOMBIES~!
Not bad, for a spontaneous composition! It looks like my team's starting to stand up and take a little notice--of me. Which wasn't really the idea! You know, there are plenty of nice gorilla brains on the other end of the field, guys. The gorillas won't even miss them, since all of their thinking seems to originate a little further south! But me, I kinda need mine, if it's all the same to--okay, you guys aren't listening, and I feel another cheer coming on. Gimme an R! Gimme a U! Gimme an N! Gimme an L! Gimme an I! Gimme a K! Gimme an E! Gimme an H! Yeah, I think everyone knows where I'm going with this: RUN LIKE HELL!
Poll Vote!
Character: Soren
Series: Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance (http://www.fireemblemworld.com )
Age: 16
Canon: Soren is the result of the union between a human and a laguz (a humanoid that can transform into a specified beast race) which is a big no no in his world. He never knew his parents and was raised by a woman who bemoaned her fate of having to care for him. Then one day when he was four an old sage decided to take him on as an apprentice, Soren learned all manners of magic craft and was an adept scholar. The old sage passed away two years later, and left him utterly alone. Soren could read and write but he didn’t know how to speak! The boy couldn’t even ask for help, he almost died on the streets but was taken in by Greil Mercenaries courtesy of a boy named Ike and his father Griel. Soren is very intelligent, opinionated and blunt to the point of insensitivity; he tells it like it is and doesn’t particularly care if he breaks a few toes in the process. He does it because he cares . . . really.
Sample Post:
Commander Ike,
I am currently lodged in ‘Camp Fuck You Die’. Yes that is the name of this (and I put this lightly) camp. As you know two months ago I set off on a small journey to gather information on different spells and battle strategies that might be of use to us. During the two months of my travel the most amazing thing I found out was that cows produced roughly about two liters of saliva a day.
. . .
I decided to cut my trip short and return three months in advance.
It was when I was heading back to base that a pamphlet caught my eye. It mentioned this camp and I suppose I can only blame myself for not thoroughly inspecting the poster. I merely read the camp’s name, raised a brow and set off towards the location without thought. (Mind you I was tired, irritable and had spent the last five days with a company whose “commander” kept trying to get me to read porn. [Do I look interested @$$%0!#?!]) The location of the site was only a small detour from the main road and I had figured I would only be staying a maximum of two days.
I was wrong.
There is an enchantment on these grounds. How I missed it upon entering is unimaginable to me as I can clearly feel it crackling now. Departure is not an option, attempting to leave almost cost me my life. I tore my robes and used up an entire fire tome to escape the multitude of zombies. I tried four times after to escape yet to no avail, so far I have been hurled into green lime slime, took bananas to the torso, had thunder thrown at me (on a cloudless day) was (molested and) nearly drowned by a lake monster and woke up multiple times to find my clothing suddenly coloured . . . pink . . .
The grim truth is that I will not be able to leave - at least not anytime soon.
I write this letter knowing you will never receive it. I hope you do not search for me. Finding me will only result in your entrapment within this place and for that I would only blame myself.
I only hope you do not think I have abandoned you.
Your loyal sage,
Soren
Poll Vote!
Character: Haseo [http://dothack.wikia.com/wiki/Haseo]
Series: .hack//ROOTS [http://dothack.wikia.com/wiki/Roots]
Age: 17
Canon: .hack//ROOTS focuses around Haseo, a Mutli-weapon and newbie at
the hit game The World R:2. As soon as he enters the game he is trakced down
by two guilds: The Twilight Brigade and TaN - who are interested in his
special ability. He eventually joins The Twilight Brigade for his interests
in a certain character named Ovan, and later for interests of the character
Shino. Over the course of the series he goes from an inverted newbie to a
vengeful upset PKK (player killer killer) in hopes of saving Shino.
But the Haseo for this RP will be the newbie!Haseo. This means he is rather
anti-social in terms of throwing himself out and meeting people. He also
watches them silently while brooding, and doesn't like looking at people
when they are talking to him. However when you do get behind the shell and
become friends with him, he is easily cornered and embarrassed. His goals
would be just to survive the day since he is such an anti-social person, and
probably because someone threw a cherry bomb into the boy's bathroom again.
But beyond the day-to-day survival he plans on eventually meeting the real
Shino, and hopefully there won't be a cherry bomb or even a strawberry bomb
involved in that. When in conversation he will generally make some form of
communication from "Yes", "No", or he'll glare or just obviously not give a
damn. However he does have a soft side and does pay attention - when you
think he doesn't.
For some crack-induced reason, or a really really badly glitched
un-explained plot device, Haseo will be in his game avatar and not his
real-life self.
Sample Post:
No problem with finding out what "The Key of the Twilight" is. No problem
with being stalked by Ovan, a guy with creepy glasses and an ominous way of
talking. And defiantly no problem with a girl in pretty much RPG-esque
lingerie. I can even stand the cat girl and the plant-head Sakisaka (Guild
Grunty, that’s another story).
But. I draw the line at zombies. Zombies with cherry bombs. In my stall.
This place has less respect for a man than The World R:2 with PKs.
Especially when those PKs are actually men using female avatars (I'd
like my dignity back).
On second thought - I'd like to take the female=male PKs
over the cherry bombs. At least then you get the comfort that there is a
restart button at the end. With a cherry bomb wielding zombie? All you need
to do is plug in Zelda games on the old school games....
At least I made it through the day with only less than twenty stares at my
stomach tattoos. The other eighty-four were either commenting on the belts
(you can do THAT with a belt?). Honestly it fits in with
everything else in The World R:2, but apparently it's the talk of the
century or something here at camp.
I'll just need to find an area in the camp where no one hangs out and stay
away from those cherry bombs and the pelvic thrusting ninja-esque people
won't find me. This place is crazy. All it will need is the cat girls
wielding bastard sword sized chainsaws. I take that back, that's already
happened in The World R:2.
It just needs chickens of raving death and mayhem and then maybe I'll
be convinced it's a terrible dream. Or a horrible glitch in The World. Kinda
like that old Matrix movie with the black cat.
Poll Vote!
Character: Dietrich von Lohengrin
Series: Trinity Blood
Age: 20
Canon: Young, sadistic, intelligent and cruel, he plays with not just
people's minds, but their body as well, making them his puppets. Known
as the Puppet Master, he is able to control a person's body and is
able of making them feel what he wants them to using special strings
of his. Dietrich toys with people, not caring about their emotions and
feelings. Betrayal is a constant when it comes to him. He also seems
to be eternally bored, seeing the world and the people who live in
them to be nothing but his toys. The young man is also a computer and
technology expert.
Sample Post:
Geez.
That magician has nothing better to do, honestly. Sending me to a
hellish place like this, and for what purpose? He could have at least
sent me somewhere where dear Esther was. She was such a perfect little
puppet. So simple to manipulate, such a joy to betray. Ah well. I
suppose I will have to find new toys to play with while I'm stuck
here. In an awful swamp with nothing but ugly crocodiles. At times
like this, I do question the magician's exotic taste.
Magician, you'd better have a good reason for sending me here. There
is almost absolutely nothing to do here. I suppose you deliberately
planned for me to get bored here, didn't you?
I've heard that he's here. Our lord's brother is here. Such a pity
Esther isn't. She must be quite the busy queen, I suppose. Hopefully,
there will be someone here who's as... intriguing as her. Someone who
will be a dear little puppet. But still, with Father Nightroad here,
this will be a rather interesting encounter indeed. But I'm looking
forward to meeting the people of this camp. It's with a somewhat dark
pleasure that I enjoy this anticipation, but I guess that can't be
helped.
Oh.
I've also been told that there're undead walking around this place.
This might spice things up a little. Perhaps something can be done
with these corpses to make them more... useful. And Isaak. I hope you
are aware that you've put me into quite a spot by simply leaving me
here.
I'm going to be so bored here.
Poll Vote!
Character: Akimichi Chouji
Series: Naruto
Age: 15
Canon: Chouji is a simple boy, impossibly normal for a young
ninja. He has a loving father and a strong family---no clan-killing and
genius powers among the hardworking and goodnatured Akimichi---but he is
usually downplayed by others as a fat moron who thinks solely with his
stomach. And, yes, a lot of the time Chouji does tend to think with his
well-padded waistline rather than the lump of gray matter between his ears,
but his main asset lies in his two-sizes-too-big heart. Known by his family
as the kindest ninja, he has made something of a career out of watching over
and backing up his teammates, Yamanaka Ino and Nara Shikamaru.
He isn’t especially good at saving the day, but he does try.
Sample Post:
The first thing my dad ever taught me was not to eat people, and I’ve always
followed that---even though I’ve heard flesh tastes pretty good
deep-fried with a healthy dollop of tartar sauce smeared on for
taste. It’s a really good rule to live by, though…you can use it in
any social situation, and it’s a good foundation for interactions with
others. The Rule should only be broken if, and only if, you’re stuck in the
Snow Nation and you can’t feel your nose anymore. Dad says that’s when you
know you’re up poop creek, you know, when you can’t feel your nose anymore
and there’s snow and you’ve already eaten all the horses---or at least, you
know, made jerky outta the horses---
And um. Um. You can’t eat people. That’s just what Dad says---that it’s bad
for the heart ‘cause of cholesterol an’ man-munching is not readily accepted
in most social circles. I like people to like me, so before today, I’d never
even given it a second thought.
But, so, there’s these…people…things…I saw in the woods today. If Shikamaru
was there he would have told me not to approach them (I lost Shikamaru a
couple months ago; it’s a long story and I don’t remember most of it), but I
was running low on chips and I had no idea where to find where I was s’posed
to be going. I kinda lost my teammates---or they lost me, or something, I
dunno. I’ve just been trying to find them, but I’ve always been bad at ninja
games of hide-and-seek…
And um. So I talked to the person-thing that was in the middle of the road.
He was drooling and chunks of his skin and hair were kinda comin' off; I
shoulda known something was wrong right then, but Dad also taught me never
to judge people on appearances so I gave him a little mental slack---and
he…he gurgled and rolled the whites of his eyes at me. I thought that meant
he was listening, but then he lunged and yelled “BRAINS”, and
TRIED TO EAT ME.
YEAH. TRIED TO EAT ME. EAT. ME.
Akimichi Chouji, Konoha’s number one pleasantly plump ninja, is NO MAN’S
MEAL. All the meat and insulation on my bones was hard-earned
through countless bags of chips, and I like it all attached to me.
I tried eating him back, just to see if maybe that was just the friendly
custom around here, but his blood was all coagulated and that means it isn’t
good for your belly.
Shikamaru, Ino, what kind of trouble have you gotten me into now?
And in case anyone wanted to know, the deadish-person-thing tasted
like mildewed deer jerky.
Poll Vote!