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Character: Rachel
Series: The Animorphs
Age: 14
Canon: In order to prevent the enslaving of the human race by parasitic aliens called 'Yeerks', another alien gave five human youths the ability to morph into any animal who's DNA they could absorb. Their battle is in secret, as it's impossible to tell who has a Yeerk in their head and who doesn't; they still have to go to school, still have to be 'normal' kids. The novels are written in first person perspective-- the kids telling the stories of their battles to the readers.
A natural beauty, Rachel doesn't care much for her looks; she's much more concerned with the battle at hand, and taking the fight directly to the Yeerks. Though reckless, as she's normally the first one to jump into a plan, she's hardly stupid. She knows how to pick her battles, though she doesn't always pick the right one. She's also the one most likely to morph without having it relating to their war.
Sample Post:
So you know that feeling? The one that comes when everything is going your way, and you just can't wait to celebrate? Maybe that cute guy you've been eying has finally asked you out. Maybe you've just won a championship. Maybe you've just narrowly escaped death or worse yet again.
Alright, so that last one is probably just me. But it's that zone, you know? You're on top of the world.
We'd just kicked some major butt, so that's right where I was a couple hours ago. Nothing could ruin my rush, not even a new 'mission' right on the heels of the last one. But you know what? We should just start planning for these things to go sour. It was supposed to be easy: scouting out a rumor or three about this concentration camp thing out here. Maybe a little bit of rescuing if it was possible. Don't start any fights-- did he have to look at me when he said that? I'm not that bad-- and come back.
Yeah, well, it's kind of hard to keep to that part when you're attacked by zombies, before you can find anything, let alone mysterious slave camps that might or might not have anything to do with us.
So now I'm crashing through this B-movie forest and playing "flatten the undead" because they can't quite figure out that an elephant will completely slaughter them. Not that I really want to; decay between the toes is not exactly my favorite fashion statement, thanks.
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Character: Ayasaki Hayate
Series: Hayate the Combat Butler
Age: 16
Canon: Hayate the Combat Butler is a comedy manga about a butler who gets into, gasp, many combat-oriented situations. It uses lots of references to various forms of Japanese media, including Gundam, Dragonball, and whatever other series you can think of, often making fun of common manga tactics. It is known mainly for its slapstick gags and abnormal situations.
The protagonist, Hayate is, a butler working for the thirteen-year-old heir of the Sanzenin family, an economical superpower. His parents sold him to the yakuza when their gambling debt got too high. Later, his his brand-new Ojou-sama paid for this debt. In return, he works for her in order to pay it off. He always tries his best to please those around him and ultimately becomes the centre of everyone's attention. His strengths are his kindness, determination, optimism, sheer superhuman physical ability, and the ability to survive just about any situation (such as chasing a car doing 80KM/H on a bicycle, getting hit by said car like a piece of trash and not being too badly wounded), partially due to his near-invulnerability, and his innate ability to look really good in a dress. His biggest flaws are his painfully low self-esteem and extreme sensitivity. All in all, he is a highly capable, lovable butler-in-debt.
Sample Post:
Th-this is... I wonder if I took a wrong turn somewhere. No, no, now's not the time to use such a cliche joke. No matter how bad I am with directions, even if I took a hundred wrong turns, there's no way I could get this lost. That's definitely impossible. It's not as if I'm H*biki Ry**ga or anything. In the first place, I don't think there are any swamps in Japan, so if I'm here, it means that I'm not in Japan anymore... Mm. I'm glad I payed attention to that geography swamp special that was conveniently on television last week when I just happened to be in the room.
....Eh. But that still leaves the problem of not knowing where I am, not knowing how I got here, and not knowing how to get back home. So in that sense, I'm not much better off than I was before I figured out that I'm not in Japan anymore. It probably would have been even better for my morale to not have come to that conclusion at all.
.....
........Uuuu... mou.... [sniffle] But, no, this isn't any time to sit in the fetal position and sulk. My first priority should be to get back home and tend to Ojou-sama. If I could figure out where I am, I might be able to run there if I keep running at full-speed, non-stop for about two or three weeks or so... Okay! Better pull it together then... [sniff] Nn? Ah, thank you for the napkiiiIIII--!?
Aha...
Ahahaha... I see. In swamps, gorillas are purple and can talk. I didn't think gorillas actually lived in swamps but... Ah, thank you. I really appreciate it. Um, do you live here? This may sound odd, but I was wondering if you know where this place is? .......A summer camp? That's not what I.... Ah, I see. That's. That's. ....Um. Another odd question, but can you tell me what month it is? ...February. Well. That means it should be spring, right? And this is a summer camp. In a swamp.
.....
.......I see. That is. Hm, it really is different from how things work in Japan... I think I learned something new today. So, a summer camp... That brings back memories... When all the other kids went on the school camping trip, I was left behind because my parents used the money from my parttime job on alcohol and I couldn't pay for the fees. Ah, the memories... The... memories.... Auu... [sniffle]
Well, no use reminiscing about the past now. Ah, I'm sorry for taking up your time. Ah, but before I go, I have one final question if you don't mind... What country is this? Oh, I see, America is it? Hehh... America really is different, isn't it? In Japan, marriages are usually consensual. I see, America, is it... America.......
....
.......Ah. I really want to cry now.
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Character: Sker'ret
Series: Young Wizards
Age: 53 (considered adolescent in his species)
Canon: Welcome to a world where intergalactic travel is considered normal, yet Earth still has no clue what is going on. In this world, wizardry abounds, used by a select few to slow the progress of entropy, fight its creator, the Lone Power, and keep the universe- and other universes- from blowing themselves to pieces. Just another day at work, huh?
But even wizards need a vacation, so Sker'ret was sent on an exchange program to Earth, to find out more about the culture and practice of wizardry on our humble little world.
Sker'ret, or Sker, resembles in appearance a giant, metallic purple centipede. A rather inquisitive sort, he applied for the exchange program as soon as he possibly could, with probably more than just finding out about Earth culture in mind. Sker'ret's father is the Stationmaster at the Crossings, a gigantic complex of worldgates, and is pressuring him rather agressively to take up the mantle, which Sker finds less interesting than being a wizard. His personality is surprisingly human-like, complete with a rather dry wit and a sarcastic sense of humor. His background at the Crossings has made him an expert with machines and teleportation, and his species' rather interesting physiology gives him a voracious appetite and the ability to eat literally almost anything.
Sker'ret is taken from immediately prior to the Crossings battle in Wizards at War .
Sample Post:
Well, it wasn't too much of a problem to get this thing to work. I wish I could say the same about that last worldgating. I think I definitely dropped a variable in there, or else I wouldn't have wound up- WHEREVER this is. I thought I'd been to the worst places the universe could offer- this one definitely tops the list.
For the most part, I'm not too badly off. Haven't lost any body parts, and pretty much all my wizardries still work. But I still can't figure out where this is. The manual's coordinate finder has been completely blacked out, and teleportation wizardries have had... adverse results thus far. I NEVER want to see that again. EVER. I don't think I'll be able to ever get that image out of my brains.
And the local life forms have been almost no help, either. For the most part, they're hostile, and most of them don't understand the Speech, which shouldn't be possible. And those that do understand the Speech didn't give much else. They're locked in with... zombies? For a murder that none of them committed?
This is definitely the work of the Lone One.
But anything would be better than spending another night in these woods, so I think I'll take my chances with the settlement I saw a ways back. Who knows, perhaps someone there can explain why teleportation is inoperable here.
...Did that vine just move?
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Character: Sokka
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Age: 15
Canon: Avatar: The Last Airbender is the story of
Aang, a little bald kid with a serious case of ADHD. As the Avatar,
it's Aang's duty to master the four elements and make sure there's
peace -- which is easier said than done. The big bad Fire Nation has
been doing a swell job taking over the world via hideous uniforms,
kicking puppies, and the biggest and most badass navy force ever, and
it's up to Aang and his friends to make sure the Fire Nation doesn't
succeed.
Most of the show is based around 'bending', the ability to control and
manipulate air, water, fire, or earth to kick ass and take names. Out
of all the key characters in the show, Sokka is the only non-bender,
and is often overshadowed by even his little sister, Katara (a
Waterbender). Still, Sokka can hold his own in a fight, either through
some clever quick thinking or an obscene amount of boomerang chucking.
He's fiercely loyal and would do anything to help or protect a friend.
Sokka also specializes in complaining, being sarcastic, making bad
jokes, getting kidnapped, complaining, being sexist, hunting, and
complaining.
Sample Post:
Purple gorillas, underwear trees and a squid monster. That's just
great. Awesome. Fantastic.
And by fantastic I mean IT'S NOT. THIS SUCKS. Am I being punished for
something? Did I fail to make my weird stuff quota for the week?
Because, seriously, I've been through a lot of weird stuff.
Sentient love caves, flying bison, seaweed monsters and a giant panda
spirit who wanted to just, you know, kidnap me and take me to THE
SPIRIT WORLD. Yeah. My quota should pretty much be met for
life.
Now, I'm not usually one to complain or anything, but being knocked
out by a metal cow -- he blind sided me, okay?!
-- and dragged out here, wherever here is, isn't
ANYWHERE on my "Gee, that sounds like fun!" list. Not that I have one,
I'm just making a point here. It was overkill. I mean, I could
understand if I'd actually been DOING anything to him. Like, throwing
rocks or something. I'd get pretty mad if somebody was throwing rocks
at me. So maybe then the whole kidnapping thing would've been
okay.
BUT NO. No, the one time Sokka, mister meat and sarcasm, isn't
hunting something cute and fuzzy or doing something possibly harmful
to the environment, THAT'S when I get kidnapped.
By a metal cow. Did I mention the metal cow? This place is worse than
the swamp with the hillbillies, and there, I had to eat bugs.
...Is that an apple tree? Oh, man, please let that be an apple
tree. Karma person... thing? I'll give up the whole meat and sarcasm
image. I mean it. I'll be Sokka the veggies and straight talk fellow.
I know I kinda flaked out on it last time, but --
Hel-lo, toucans. Come here, little guy! Sokka'll find you a good home!
...Too easy. Maybe it isn't so bad here after all. Still, if you want
any more constructive criticism on this whole operation you have
going? I'll be over in that field, building a bonfire. Out of toucans.
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Character: Janaff
Series: Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance
Age: Canon-given as over 110, but laguz age slowly and he looks to be in his teen years.
Canon: Janaff hails from Tellius, a war-ridden world which is inhabited by two primary races- beorcs, which are regular humans, and laguz, or animal-people. Janaff falls into the category of the latter, and as a member of the hawk tribe, possesses the ability to transform into an overlarge version of the animal whose features he possesses. He, like many of his people, distrusts humans fiercely, but due to his king’s recent alliance with a beorc general he has discovered that some of his comrades-at-arms are not all terrible. When he keeps his temper, he even remembers to use the more polite word “beorc”- as opposed to “human,” which is considered somewhat of a racial slur among laguz.
Janaff is mischievous and irreverent- even the commands of his king are subject to question if he doesn’t agree with them- and, for all that he objects to being called a child, he’s still very much childish. He is over-confident, easily excitable, and quick to lose his temper when provoked. His job as aide to the king stems partly from his unusual ability to see ridiculous amounts of detail at equally ridiculous distances and to retain a portion of his ability at night- something that, in a laguz tribe almost completely nightblind, is quite unique indeed- and he is fiercely and vocally proud of this talent. Those that Janaff takes a liking to will discover him to be generous and easy-going, if somewhat insufferable when bored.
Sample Post:
Comes a time every now and again that I’m grateful I’ve got eyes like mine. Well- not so much “every now and again” as “a couple times a day”, but what can I say? Being able to see a few miles when it’s clear has advantages. For one, I always get asked to settle the bets on who’s wearing what under their armor. Why chance being caught peeping when someone else can see just fine without getting close enough to take the risk, right?
In any case, now’s one of those times. The grateful times, not the underclothes-betting times. And if anyone was up here to ask me what was so worth being grateful over, I’d have the answer ready faster than a storm wind.
Cause it’s damn convenient to be able to see what’s going on below you when you’re flying, especially when you’re this high. Helps to navigate, and- more importantly- helps to pick the spots you wouldn’t land even if a freak mid-flight molting left you short half your feathers.
Take that place, for instance. With those weird grey beorcs just kind of shuffling in circles. One of who just lost a leg, and the rest of who don’t really seem to care.
…well, except for the one that’s trying to eat it, but I don’t think that ought to count as genuine concern.Genuine concern would have to be at least a step above the usual fuss really stuck-up beorcs make over meals- so one of those really long tables, probably, with a bunch of candles and a fancy glass for wine on top.
…just like the one in the middle of the clearing, actually. Where did that come from? Must be magic, I guess- but that has got to be the most useless spell ever.
Right. Well. Anyway, you learn how to pick your landing spots- and the world is full enough of crazy beorcs without adding a bunch of leg-molting grey ones to my acquaintance list. So wheel to the left, catch the updraft to put on a bit of speed, and-
-slam into some kind of invisible wall, toppling to the forest floor before I can right myself. Somehow not what I was trying for.
Well, I guess as long as I survived the fall, that’s what really matters. And all in one piece, looks like. Two legs, both in working order. Two arms, both in- er, one of which is a little sore, but that’s not so bad, all things considered. And two wings, both in working-
-one of which makes strange crackling noises when I bend it.
…right. Walking it is, then.
So long as I keep moving- away from those beorcs, thanks- I’ve got to find other people eventually. Maybe I’ll even run into someone who knows how to heal. And really- what are the chances I’ll find anything stranger than a bunch of shambling, table-teleporting cannibals?
…for the sake of preserving optimism, I’m not going to count those little blue mushrooms that are following me.
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Character: Yutaka Mikoto
Series: Princess Princess
Age: 15
Canon: If Yutaka Mikoto had his way, he would be an unremarkable highschool student with normal worries such as trying to finish assignments on time while spending as much of his life as possible on the phone to his girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, he's been chosen by his school to be a "Princess" in a bizarre tradition that's designed to boost morale for the all-male student body. As Mikoto's classes take place in the western buildings, he is known as the Western Princess. A Princess's duties include such things as cheering for sports teams, acting in productions, and in Mikoto's case suppressing his outrage at the insult to his male dignity in order to produce that perfect, sparkling smile.
On top of that, Mikoto has to deal with the worry that his girlfriend will find out about his job forcing him to explain why he spends a large portion of his time at school dressed in Gothic Lolita outfits and waving at drooling fanboys. As a result he is always looking for a way to get out of his duties. When he's not freaking out about his latest task as a Princess however, Mikoto is essentially a nice guy who despite his misgivings, appreciates how important his role is to the rest of the school.
Sample Post:
I thought the whole Princess thing was about as weird as things got at school, but this is totally ridiculous! Who ever heard of a camp in the middle of a swamp, and why would they send everyone to America of all places? I can't even phone my girlfriend here! And what'll I do if an American sees me in this getup? Well... I suppose asking for directions would be a good start. Wish I'd paid more attention in English, though. Directions are easy but explaining what I'm doing in the middle of a swamp dressed as a French maid? You'd think the student council would at least have provided us with translators, or a map or something.
Ugh, I don't need that stuff! I'm a man, I can get through this without any help! And if my petticoats get a little torn, well, that's their fault for putting summer camp in this stupid place. Now I'll just keep going the way the sign pointed, and I will find the rest of the students.
Aha, see, there they are! They look kinda worse for wear though. Really worse for wear actually. I wonder how long they've been out here? It really does seem like they need our refreshing presence to keep going, I guess. And maybe the sooner I start this job, the sooner it'll be over...
Good afternoon, campers! You're doing wonderfully, I'm sure it's only a short way until the campsite so keep going! You can do it~! Hey, no, it's alright, just keep going the direction you were, that's the way to the campsite! I know you haven't seen a Princess in a while, but you can see lots of me when we get there, just please don't all at once- Oh hell, now they're after me. Ok. I can handle this. Just calm down, and be confident. I have the training to deal with this. Smile like a queen. Be a queen. Yeah.
Thank you for all the attention, I know you've had a long day, but I'm sure we'll all be fine once we reach the-HEY! Get away from me! What the hell, have you all developed a resistance or something? I can't DO this anymore! You hear that? You come any closer and I'll quit! You will NEVER SEE THE WESTERN PRINCESS AGAIN! I don't CARE if I fail all my subjects because of it, they can expell me if they want! I'm not doing this anymore! Oh for God's sake- I'm a BOY, you idiots! If you tear at my dress like that it'll ruin all your fantasies! When did that become a bad thing...
I don't care how "starved for beauty" you are, the dress stays on!
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Character: Rachel
Series: The Animorphs
Age: 14
Canon: In order to prevent the enslaving of the human race by parasitic aliens called 'Yeerks', another alien gave five human youths the ability to morph into any animal who's DNA they could absorb. Their battle is in secret, as it's impossible to tell who has a Yeerk in their head and who doesn't; they still have to go to school, still have to be 'normal' kids. The novels are written in first person perspective-- the kids telling the stories of their battles to the readers.
A natural beauty, Rachel doesn't care much for her looks; she's much more concerned with the battle at hand, and taking the fight directly to the Yeerks. Though reckless, as she's normally the first one to jump into a plan, she's hardly stupid. She knows how to pick her battles, though she doesn't always pick the right one. She's also the one most likely to morph without having it relating to their war.
Sample Post:
So you know that feeling? The one that comes when everything is going your way, and you just can't wait to celebrate? Maybe that cute guy you've been eying has finally asked you out. Maybe you've just won a championship. Maybe you've just narrowly escaped death or worse yet again.
Alright, so that last one is probably just me. But it's that zone, you know? You're on top of the world.
We'd just kicked some major butt, so that's right where I was a couple hours ago. Nothing could ruin my rush, not even a new 'mission' right on the heels of the last one. But you know what? We should just start planning for these things to go sour. It was supposed to be easy: scouting out a rumor or three about this concentration camp thing out here. Maybe a little bit of rescuing if it was possible. Don't start any fights-- did he have to look at me when he said that? I'm not that bad-- and come back.
Yeah, well, it's kind of hard to keep to that part when you're attacked by zombies, before you can find anything, let alone mysterious slave camps that might or might not have anything to do with us.
So now I'm crashing through this B-movie forest and playing "flatten the undead" because they can't quite figure out that an elephant will completely slaughter them. Not that I really want to; decay between the toes is not exactly my favorite fashion statement, thanks.
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Character: Ayasaki Hayate
Series: Hayate the Combat Butler
Age: 16
Canon: Hayate the Combat Butler is a comedy manga about a butler who gets into, gasp, many combat-oriented situations. It uses lots of references to various forms of Japanese media, including Gundam, Dragonball, and whatever other series you can think of, often making fun of common manga tactics. It is known mainly for its slapstick gags and abnormal situations.
The protagonist, Hayate is, a butler working for the thirteen-year-old heir of the Sanzenin family, an economical superpower. His parents sold him to the yakuza when their gambling debt got too high. Later, his his brand-new Ojou-sama paid for this debt. In return, he works for her in order to pay it off. He always tries his best to please those around him and ultimately becomes the centre of everyone's attention. His strengths are his kindness, determination, optimism, sheer superhuman physical ability, and the ability to survive just about any situation (such as chasing a car doing 80KM/H on a bicycle, getting hit by said car like a piece of trash and not being too badly wounded), partially due to his near-invulnerability, and his innate ability to look really good in a dress. His biggest flaws are his painfully low self-esteem and extreme sensitivity. All in all, he is a highly capable, lovable butler-in-debt.
Sample Post:
Th-this is... I wonder if I took a wrong turn somewhere. No, no, now's not the time to use such a cliche joke. No matter how bad I am with directions, even if I took a hundred wrong turns, there's no way I could get this lost. That's definitely impossible. It's not as if I'm H*biki Ry**ga or anything. In the first place, I don't think there are any swamps in Japan, so if I'm here, it means that I'm not in Japan anymore... Mm. I'm glad I payed attention to that geography swamp special that was conveniently on television last week when I just happened to be in the room.
....Eh. But that still leaves the problem of not knowing where I am, not knowing how I got here, and not knowing how to get back home. So in that sense, I'm not much better off than I was before I figured out that I'm not in Japan anymore. It probably would have been even better for my morale to not have come to that conclusion at all.
.....
........Uuuu... mou.... [sniffle] But, no, this isn't any time to sit in the fetal position and sulk. My first priority should be to get back home and tend to Ojou-sama. If I could figure out where I am, I might be able to run there if I keep running at full-speed, non-stop for about two or three weeks or so... Okay! Better pull it together then... [sniff] Nn? Ah, thank you for the napkiiiIIII--!?
Aha...
Ahahaha... I see. In swamps, gorillas are purple and can talk. I didn't think gorillas actually lived in swamps but... Ah, thank you. I really appreciate it. Um, do you live here? This may sound odd, but I was wondering if you know where this place is? .......A summer camp? That's not what I.... Ah, I see. That's. That's. ....Um. Another odd question, but can you tell me what month it is? ...February. Well. That means it should be spring, right? And this is a summer camp. In a swamp.
.....
.......I see. That is. Hm, it really is different from how things work in Japan... I think I learned something new today. So, a summer camp... That brings back memories... When all the other kids went on the school camping trip, I was left behind because my parents used the money from my parttime job on alcohol and I couldn't pay for the fees. Ah, the memories... The... memories.... Auu... [sniffle]
Well, no use reminiscing about the past now. Ah, I'm sorry for taking up your time. Ah, but before I go, I have one final question if you don't mind... What country is this? Oh, I see, America is it? Hehh... America really is different, isn't it? In Japan, marriages are usually consensual. I see, America, is it... America.......
....
.......Ah. I really want to cry now.
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Character: Sker'ret
Series: Young Wizards
Age: 53 (considered adolescent in his species)
Canon: Welcome to a world where intergalactic travel is considered normal, yet Earth still has no clue what is going on. In this world, wizardry abounds, used by a select few to slow the progress of entropy, fight its creator, the Lone Power, and keep the universe- and other universes- from blowing themselves to pieces. Just another day at work, huh?
But even wizards need a vacation, so Sker'ret was sent on an exchange program to Earth, to find out more about the culture and practice of wizardry on our humble little world.
Sker'ret, or Sker, resembles in appearance a giant, metallic purple centipede. A rather inquisitive sort, he applied for the exchange program as soon as he possibly could, with probably more than just finding out about Earth culture in mind. Sker'ret's father is the Stationmaster at the Crossings, a gigantic complex of worldgates, and is pressuring him rather agressively to take up the mantle, which Sker finds less interesting than being a wizard. His personality is surprisingly human-like, complete with a rather dry wit and a sarcastic sense of humor. His background at the Crossings has made him an expert with machines and teleportation, and his species' rather interesting physiology gives him a voracious appetite and the ability to eat literally almost anything.
Sker'ret is taken from immediately prior to the Crossings battle in Wizards at War .
Sample Post:
Well, it wasn't too much of a problem to get this thing to work. I wish I could say the same about that last worldgating. I think I definitely dropped a variable in there, or else I wouldn't have wound up- WHEREVER this is. I thought I'd been to the worst places the universe could offer- this one definitely tops the list.
For the most part, I'm not too badly off. Haven't lost any body parts, and pretty much all my wizardries still work. But I still can't figure out where this is. The manual's coordinate finder has been completely blacked out, and teleportation wizardries have had... adverse results thus far. I NEVER want to see that again. EVER. I don't think I'll be able to ever get that image out of my brains.
And the local life forms have been almost no help, either. For the most part, they're hostile, and most of them don't understand the Speech, which shouldn't be possible. And those that do understand the Speech didn't give much else. They're locked in with... zombies? For a murder that none of them committed?
This is definitely the work of the Lone One.
But anything would be better than spending another night in these woods, so I think I'll take my chances with the settlement I saw a ways back. Who knows, perhaps someone there can explain why teleportation is inoperable here.
...Did that vine just move?
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Character: Sokka
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Age: 15
Canon: Avatar: The Last Airbender is the story of
Aang, a little bald kid with a serious case of ADHD. As the Avatar,
it's Aang's duty to master the four elements and make sure there's
peace -- which is easier said than done. The big bad Fire Nation has
been doing a swell job taking over the world via hideous uniforms,
kicking puppies, and the biggest and most badass navy force ever, and
it's up to Aang and his friends to make sure the Fire Nation doesn't
succeed.
Most of the show is based around 'bending', the ability to control and
manipulate air, water, fire, or earth to kick ass and take names. Out
of all the key characters in the show, Sokka is the only non-bender,
and is often overshadowed by even his little sister, Katara (a
Waterbender). Still, Sokka can hold his own in a fight, either through
some clever quick thinking or an obscene amount of boomerang chucking.
He's fiercely loyal and would do anything to help or protect a friend.
Sokka also specializes in complaining, being sarcastic, making bad
jokes, getting kidnapped, complaining, being sexist, hunting, and
complaining.
Sample Post:
Purple gorillas, underwear trees and a squid monster. That's just
great. Awesome. Fantastic.
And by fantastic I mean IT'S NOT. THIS SUCKS. Am I being punished for
something? Did I fail to make my weird stuff quota for the week?
Because, seriously, I've been through a lot of weird stuff.
Sentient love caves, flying bison, seaweed monsters and a giant panda
spirit who wanted to just, you know, kidnap me and take me to THE
SPIRIT WORLD. Yeah. My quota should pretty much be met for
life.
Now, I'm not usually one to complain or anything, but being knocked
out by a metal cow -- he blind sided me, okay?!
-- and dragged out here, wherever here is, isn't
ANYWHERE on my "Gee, that sounds like fun!" list. Not that I have one,
I'm just making a point here. It was overkill. I mean, I could
understand if I'd actually been DOING anything to him. Like, throwing
rocks or something. I'd get pretty mad if somebody was throwing rocks
at me. So maybe then the whole kidnapping thing would've been
okay.
BUT NO. No, the one time Sokka, mister meat and sarcasm, isn't
hunting something cute and fuzzy or doing something possibly harmful
to the environment, THAT'S when I get kidnapped.
By a metal cow. Did I mention the metal cow? This place is worse than
the swamp with the hillbillies, and there, I had to eat bugs.
...Is that an apple tree? Oh, man, please let that be an apple
tree. Karma person... thing? I'll give up the whole meat and sarcasm
image. I mean it. I'll be Sokka the veggies and straight talk fellow.
I know I kinda flaked out on it last time, but --
Hel-lo, toucans. Come here, little guy! Sokka'll find you a good home!
...Too easy. Maybe it isn't so bad here after all. Still, if you want
any more constructive criticism on this whole operation you have
going? I'll be over in that field, building a bonfire. Out of toucans.
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Character: Janaff
Series: Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance
Age: Canon-given as over 110, but laguz age slowly and he looks to be in his teen years.
Canon: Janaff hails from Tellius, a war-ridden world which is inhabited by two primary races- beorcs, which are regular humans, and laguz, or animal-people. Janaff falls into the category of the latter, and as a member of the hawk tribe, possesses the ability to transform into an overlarge version of the animal whose features he possesses. He, like many of his people, distrusts humans fiercely, but due to his king’s recent alliance with a beorc general he has discovered that some of his comrades-at-arms are not all terrible. When he keeps his temper, he even remembers to use the more polite word “beorc”- as opposed to “human,” which is considered somewhat of a racial slur among laguz.
Janaff is mischievous and irreverent- even the commands of his king are subject to question if he doesn’t agree with them- and, for all that he objects to being called a child, he’s still very much childish. He is over-confident, easily excitable, and quick to lose his temper when provoked. His job as aide to the king stems partly from his unusual ability to see ridiculous amounts of detail at equally ridiculous distances and to retain a portion of his ability at night- something that, in a laguz tribe almost completely nightblind, is quite unique indeed- and he is fiercely and vocally proud of this talent. Those that Janaff takes a liking to will discover him to be generous and easy-going, if somewhat insufferable when bored.
Sample Post:
Comes a time every now and again that I’m grateful I’ve got eyes like mine. Well- not so much “every now and again” as “a couple times a day”, but what can I say? Being able to see a few miles when it’s clear has advantages. For one, I always get asked to settle the bets on who’s wearing what under their armor. Why chance being caught peeping when someone else can see just fine without getting close enough to take the risk, right?
In any case, now’s one of those times. The grateful times, not the underclothes-betting times. And if anyone was up here to ask me what was so worth being grateful over, I’d have the answer ready faster than a storm wind.
Cause it’s damn convenient to be able to see what’s going on below you when you’re flying, especially when you’re this high. Helps to navigate, and- more importantly- helps to pick the spots you wouldn’t land even if a freak mid-flight molting left you short half your feathers.
Take that place, for instance. With those weird grey beorcs just kind of shuffling in circles. One of who just lost a leg, and the rest of who don’t really seem to care.
…well, except for the one that’s trying to eat it, but I don’t think that ought to count as genuine concern.Genuine concern would have to be at least a step above the usual fuss really stuck-up beorcs make over meals- so one of those really long tables, probably, with a bunch of candles and a fancy glass for wine on top.
…just like the one in the middle of the clearing, actually. Where did that come from? Must be magic, I guess- but that has got to be the most useless spell ever.
Right. Well. Anyway, you learn how to pick your landing spots- and the world is full enough of crazy beorcs without adding a bunch of leg-molting grey ones to my acquaintance list. So wheel to the left, catch the updraft to put on a bit of speed, and-
-slam into some kind of invisible wall, toppling to the forest floor before I can right myself. Somehow not what I was trying for.
Well, I guess as long as I survived the fall, that’s what really matters. And all in one piece, looks like. Two legs, both in working order. Two arms, both in- er, one of which is a little sore, but that’s not so bad, all things considered. And two wings, both in working-
-one of which makes strange crackling noises when I bend it.
…right. Walking it is, then.
So long as I keep moving- away from those beorcs, thanks- I’ve got to find other people eventually. Maybe I’ll even run into someone who knows how to heal. And really- what are the chances I’ll find anything stranger than a bunch of shambling, table-teleporting cannibals?
…for the sake of preserving optimism, I’m not going to count those little blue mushrooms that are following me.
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Character: Yutaka Mikoto
Series: Princess Princess
Age: 15
Canon: If Yutaka Mikoto had his way, he would be an unremarkable highschool student with normal worries such as trying to finish assignments on time while spending as much of his life as possible on the phone to his girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, he's been chosen by his school to be a "Princess" in a bizarre tradition that's designed to boost morale for the all-male student body. As Mikoto's classes take place in the western buildings, he is known as the Western Princess. A Princess's duties include such things as cheering for sports teams, acting in productions, and in Mikoto's case suppressing his outrage at the insult to his male dignity in order to produce that perfect, sparkling smile.
On top of that, Mikoto has to deal with the worry that his girlfriend will find out about his job forcing him to explain why he spends a large portion of his time at school dressed in Gothic Lolita outfits and waving at drooling fanboys. As a result he is always looking for a way to get out of his duties. When he's not freaking out about his latest task as a Princess however, Mikoto is essentially a nice guy who despite his misgivings, appreciates how important his role is to the rest of the school.
Sample Post:
I thought the whole Princess thing was about as weird as things got at school, but this is totally ridiculous! Who ever heard of a camp in the middle of a swamp, and why would they send everyone to America of all places? I can't even phone my girlfriend here! And what'll I do if an American sees me in this getup? Well... I suppose asking for directions would be a good start. Wish I'd paid more attention in English, though. Directions are easy but explaining what I'm doing in the middle of a swamp dressed as a French maid? You'd think the student council would at least have provided us with translators, or a map or something.
Ugh, I don't need that stuff! I'm a man, I can get through this without any help! And if my petticoats get a little torn, well, that's their fault for putting summer camp in this stupid place. Now I'll just keep going the way the sign pointed, and I will find the rest of the students.
Aha, see, there they are! They look kinda worse for wear though. Really worse for wear actually. I wonder how long they've been out here? It really does seem like they need our refreshing presence to keep going, I guess. And maybe the sooner I start this job, the sooner it'll be over...
Good afternoon, campers! You're doing wonderfully, I'm sure it's only a short way until the campsite so keep going! You can do it~! Hey, no, it's alright, just keep going the direction you were, that's the way to the campsite! I know you haven't seen a Princess in a while, but you can see lots of me when we get there, just please don't all at once- Oh hell, now they're after me. Ok. I can handle this. Just calm down, and be confident. I have the training to deal with this. Smile like a queen. Be a queen. Yeah.
Thank you for all the attention, I know you've had a long day, but I'm sure we'll all be fine once we reach the-HEY! Get away from me! What the hell, have you all developed a resistance or something? I can't DO this anymore! You hear that? You come any closer and I'll quit! You will NEVER SEE THE WESTERN PRINCESS AGAIN! I don't CARE if I fail all my subjects because of it, they can expell me if they want! I'm not doing this anymore! Oh for God's sake- I'm a BOY, you idiots! If you tear at my dress like that it'll ruin all your fantasies! When did that become a bad thing...
I don't care how "starved for beauty" you are, the dress stays on!
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