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First batch and it's full of campers! We have a tiny, tiny round this month, so next batch will be the last.
Remember!
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- If you're going to do the whole "ask me why I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
NowVOTE. Closed!
Character: Melaka Fray
Series: Fray
Character Age: 19
Canon: Welcome to the 23rd century. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer and in the dark, deep holes of Haddyn, vampires grow in large numbers. That has nothing to do with Melaka Fray, a small-time thief who's only interested in looking out for herself. However, when a demon proclaims her the Slayer and a mysterious enemy starts gunning for her, Melaka knows that it's time to fight or die. Even if she's more concerned about getting paid first.
Melaka doesn't care about being poor. All she wants is the adrenaline rush that comes from fighting and falling off extremely tall buildings. Caustic, blunt and snarky, Melaka doesn't trust anyone, preferring to keep everyone, even her family, at a very long arm's length. She's slowly learning about her new life and the person she has to be, not always sure what "magic" and "powers" really are or what exactly she needs to do besides busting heads. Morally ambiguous and independent, Melaka does look out for the weak in her own way. If that means breaking some limbs, then go figure.
Note - Because this is a Joss Whedon canon, Melaka's slang doesn't resemble ours at all. Lurks = Vampires and Scopes = Movies.
Sample Post:
Bad day.
Started out bad when I lost my original target. It got better when I fell off the van while trying to hack a Lurk to pieces. After watching him try and find his arm, I decided to help him out by picking up his arm and beating him with it. I have to get my kicks somehow and this is one way of doing it. For anyone else, falling off a moving vehicle in the sky involves a lot of pain and a lot of "Who am I" and "Where am I". Having a naturally hard head helps me remember who I am. Unfortunately, I have no idea where I am. But that's less of a problem and more of an adventure. Maybe some day my adventures will start when I get out of bed instead of me hanging for my life. . . . Actually no, I'd hate that a lot. But it would be an unusual change.
Let's head back to reality. I sure landed in some weird place. Maybe it's a "dimension" . . . whatever that is. What's the big deal? Sure it has trees and birds and all those lifeforms that you'll only see in scopes. Whenever I do get to see scopes. I'm too low on the food-chain to see moving pictures. Anyway, trees are in huge demand and I could use the ammo. Maybe I could take just one. I mean, it's not like anyone's going to notice. I could totally pull off stealing a tree and getting home in one piece. Last thing I need is "magic" to do . . . terrible magic-ky things to me. If this world wants to beat me down, I'll beat it up right back.
Thank you super strength for helping me cut down and carry this tree! Never leave home without it. Now to get this back home and past the . . . hordes of monsters heading my way. Weird looking monsters though, weirder than usual. I mean, they've never been very coordinated and wow, some guy's eye just popped out. You know what, I'll just wait here until they arrive. It's not like I'm going to lose. Come on. Attack me. I'm a helpless little girl holding a tree as a weapon.
I dare you.
Character Name: Kamijou Touma
Series: A Certain Magical Index
Character Age: 16
Canon: The city of science, Academy City. Amongst its population of 2.3 million, 80% are comprised of students, the majority of whom are actively enrolled in the city's Power Curriculum Program, designed to turn ordinary human beings into Espers. On the other end of the spectrum are the Magicians, hidden from normal society, separated into various factions, such as the English Puritan Church or smaller Magic Cabals. Due to a long history of friction, these two superpowers are locked in a dangerous cold war which, if even slightly aggravated, could alter the very world as we know it. And at the centre of it all is a lone high school student whose actions have completely flipped the entire situation on its head.
Kamijou Touma possesses the mysterious 'Imagine Breaker', a strange right hand with a unique ability to negate any supernatural power, regardless of whether it's magic, psychic or divine in nature, and even his own luck. He is constantly plagued by misfortune, from sprinklers malfunctioning just as he walks under them to finding himself in life-threatening situations nearly once a week. As a result, he can often be heard complaining about said misfortune, listing off the various things that had gone wrong throughout his day, usually mixed in with his occasional long-winded monologues. Although normally unmotivated and cynical, he possesses a highly idealistic outlook on life and a strong sense of morality which prohibits him from abandoning anyone in trouble, often spouting off a long-winded heroic speech in the process. Straightforward and steadfast, for the sake of his friends or even a complete stranger, he'll jump into the lion's den and swing his right fist without the slightest hesitation. Due to such qualities, he is often labeled a "hero" by others. However, when the fight is over and the day is saved, he quickly reverts to being an ordinary boy whose primary worries are his grades and a certain ravenous roommate who keeps eating all his food.
Sample Post
… … Such misfortune.
The reason I'm in such low spirits is because of something known to most folks as a 'school trip'. Normally, when you think of school trips, you imagine annual stays at Kyoto and the like, but for a certain city where half the buildings are schools, something like that's obviously impossible. As a compromise, smaller groups of students would be randomly picked and sent to various places once a year. For the students of Academy City, who aren't normally allowed to leave the city walls except under special circumstances, these field trips are practically rarely seen Megalixers in an otherwise desolate overworld which only the select few with maxed out luck stats would ever get to see. It doesn't need to be said that someone like me, whose LCK ranking is eternally in the negatives, would never get to even so much as catch a glimpse of such a miraculous event.
… Indeed, in the end, reality is cruel.
The mail containing my invitation arrived a week ago. It was obviously too good to be true. After all, the concept of "good fortune" is such an alien concept to me that it's practically no different from a far-off faerie tale. No matter how soundly I steeled my heart, that devil known as "optimism" still managed to sneak its way in and take over, contaminating it with naïve thoughts like "maybe things will be different this time", or "Maybe I can make it through without getting caught up in another coup d'état".
And this is the result... The moment I arrived, I tripped over what looked suspiciously like a months-old hardened cowpie and fell into some swamp water. When I tried entering a nearby cabin to dry myself off, it turned out to be one of the girls' cabins. And on top of that, someone was already changing inside. … In any case, after witnessing the tragedy that was a large gorilla wearing a pair of striped panties that were clearly meant for someone a fifth its size and barely escaping with my life, I finally managed to find the showers where I'd able to cleanse my body as well as what was left of my innocence-- … only to find that it was full. When I knocked on the door asking when it would be free, I was answered with an excessively thick Transylvanian accent which only said "Not for a while!" I tried complaining to the staff, but they looked practically dead on their feet themselves, as if they were barely even able to hold their heads together! --GAHH, DAMNIT!! What the hell did I do to deserve this!? Is it too much to ask that I can take a trip without running into some occult plot to destroy Venice or have a metal cow eat my passport for once!? … And, to top it all off, this soup I got from the mess hall's cold... Such is my life, huh?
[... Sigh] … Well, at the very least, it probably can't get much worse than this, right?
... ... Right?
Character name: Murasame Tsukumo
Series: Betrayal Knows My Name (Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru)
Age: 15
Canon: Sakurai Yuki is a boy who possesses extraordinary powers; he has powers which allow him to sense people's emotional pain as well as see into their past. However, even with these abilities, he finds himself surprised that he becomes entrenched in a war involving two sides; the opposing side are the demons called Duras and the ones who fight against them are the Zweilt Guardians. Because of this, he becomes part of the Giou Clan, which is made up of the Zweilt guardians. He finds himself becoming closer to them as a family while also finding out more about his own abilities and self.
Murasame Tsukumo possesses God's ears; a power that allows him to do things such as speak with animals and listen to the voice of a person's heart. Because of this, he feels a lot for people and ends up putting all of himself out there for them. Other than that, he is a very laid-back guy who is sort of oblivious about day-to-day things such as flirting and the fact that he has a giant fan club devoted to him and his tennis playing. He usually has a very stoic expression on his face, but acts very friendly and somewhat derpy despite it. He also always has snacks on hand to eat and to hand out to others. Not only that, but he's devoted to his Zweilt partner and sister, to the point where their relationship is a bit questionable. When it's brought up, he doesn't understand the connotations behind what's wrong with it because to him he sees it as him just loving her.
Sample: I don't think I'm in the right place. There are too many hearts drawn over the landmark on this map that group of girls drew me. I don't know why they're there, but I don't think I'm at camp something or other. They told me that coach said I had to be here for a tennis training camp but they also said I didn't need to train more, which didn't make any sense at all. But if coach says it, then it has to be true.
Ah, there's a sign. It says, Camp For-- I can't read the rest. Why are there a bunch of tentacles drawn over the rest of the sign? It doesn't matter, this has to be the right place because there aren't any other camps nearby. Just a lot of swamp land. I guess it's a good way to train. If the ground is muddy and soggy, then I'll have to train harder to move against it. It's a good way to make me faster when returning serves. Good work, coach. Now I’ll see what this camp is like.
Except I'm getting kind of hungry now. I have some candy in my pockets. I'll eat this and then-- oh, hello. You're hungry too, aren't you? You keep moaning and grabbing for my candy. You can have some if you want; I don't mind sharing. You can't speak very well, but I already know what you want, sir. Your heart keeps saying brains brains brains over and over again . . . you want to be smarter so you can play tennis better, isn't that right?
It's okay. I'll help you. I'm Murasame Tsukumo and I'm here to train, but I can also help you train too. Here, take this tennis racket and try serving. Use a firm grip and throw the ball up before you swing and hit it through the bushes over there. Try not to keep your weight on the balls of your feet while you do it. A good serve can only be done with practice and precision- ah, that's not good at all. Don't worry, though. We'll work hard on it together. I’ll stay up all night with you if I have to so we can perfect your serve. Don’t worry about if I need sleep or not, I’ve done it all night before with my sister too.
So keep trying and over the next week I’ll teach you how to handle the ball and then we’ll work from there. This way we can go back to our schools as better players. So please take care of me and I'll do the same for you.
Name: Jake English
Series: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck
Age: 16
Canon: Homestuck is a webcomic which has a story that spans time and space. It involves quantum mechanics, time travel, computer science, and stupid memes. At its core, it is about a group of human kids playing a game--Sburb--that ends up causing the end of the world. The game offers these kids the chance to form a new world, one moulded to their every wish; but only if they win the game itself. Due to time travel shenanigans, there are a few groups of kids (some human, some not) giving the game a shot. One group of four humans is comprised of every other kid Jake English, isolated jungle explorer, has ever met.
Jake was raised by his grandmother on a mysterious island full of monsters and ancient, alien technology. Far from teaching him to fear the outdoors, Jake fancies himself as a gentleman adventurer, indulging in fisticuffs with the local bimbos and fixing up advanced machines just ducky. By personal choice, he speaks with antiquated slang in order to (at least attempt to) appear more old-fashioned and gentlemanly. In reality, though, he’s a contact-starved teenager with a heart of gold, putting his friends above all else and doing his best not to let his naivety steer him into any pickles.
As with all Homestuck characters, Jake types using a particular typing quirk and color. His particular quirk involves the forementioned slang as well as some action tags, marked with asterisks.
Sample Post:
GT: Jumping jackrabbits this place sure is strange!
GT: Not to say it doesnt have its charm miss zombie. Of course it does! But i must say i am more focused on the monster in the lake than anything else.
GT: *readies his two pistols and cocks the hammers back*
GT: Now dont you go worrying about me. I have a beef with this cephalopod and i wont hear two words about it! Im planning an old-fashioned bums rush on the thing and any more jibber jabber will just let her in on the plan.
GT: Leave it to me!
GT: Hey you! Tall dark and squirmy!!
GT: Just whats the big idea! I hear tell youre leaning on nice folk like miss zombie here and i wont stand for it!
GT: Undulate at someone your own size!!
GT: Wait where are you
GT: Oh. Well good!
GT: Im glad youre in my face now because im not done!
GT: Here is the deal as far as i am concerned.
GT: You stop harassing the average joes and janes of the swamp and in return i get out of your proverbial hair.
GT: Im a reasonable fellow if i do say so myself!
GT: But you have to promise not to hurt anyone else. I wont be left holding the bag on this!!
GT: Lets shake on it.
GT: *offers his hand with a rougish wink*
GT: No roughing up necessary between gentlemen and ladies!
GT: Oh are
GT: OH
GT: NOW WAIT JUST A MINUTE YOU FRIGGIN TWISTY PALOOKA
GT: I HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE YOU WERE NOT TOTALLY ON THE UP AND UP JUST NOW
GT: PUT ME DOWN OR ELSE ILL BE FORCED TO INTRODUCE YOU TO INDIANA AND POWERS BOOTHE OVER HERE
GT: *PUTS UP HIS FISTS, THE AFOREMENTIONED INDIANA AND POWERS*
GT: QUEENSBURY RULES
Character: "Stiles" Stilinski
Series: Teen Wolf
Character Age: 16
Canon: Long ago in Beacon Hills, everyone played lacrosse together in harmony... but everything changed when the werewolf nation attacked. Teen Wolf is the story of Scott McCall, normal teenager extraordinaire, and the comedy of awful that becomes his life after he is bitten by a werewolf. Hey, you try juggling the regular high school life and becoming increasingly furry and violent depending on your emotions and/or what the moon looks like. Also hunters.
One of the humans caught up in the mess, Stiles Stilinski is Scott's best friend and possibly the main reason Scott didn't die horribly after like two episodes. Of course he's also half the reason Scott is a werewolf in the first place, so. Stiles is loyal to a fault, and his clever-and-funny genre savvy sidekick shtick has saved Scott's hide on multiple accounts. He's also sarcastic, prone to keeping things to himself, a real motormouth and lacks a filter when he talks, so it evens out. Part of those traits aren't helped by his ADHD, which means he can be pretty scattered and unfocused while babbling. Stiles has been known to use anything in his power to help Scott out, including his father’s connections as the Beacon Hills’ sheriff. This has been known to blow up in his face and/or make him feel like a terrible person. So when Stiles keeps stuff from people it's for their own good. ...Mostly. Dealing with wolves has made Stiles more weary and he's a lot less into it than he was at first, possibly because of all those close calls with death. Still, at the end of it Stiles is right there at Scott's side.
Sample Post:
Right, so, on the scale of weirdness that follows me around like, like a lost puppy-- and I can't believe I just said that-- on that scale, I want to say I would put oddly-colored gorillas asking me for advice higher. Like, a lot higher. Normal people reacting to this kinda stuff high. But no, you know what? I'm totally okay with this. I'm abnormally okay with this.
I mean, don't get me wrong, giving advice to thick-headed guys is basically daily life for me. Whenever something happens, who you gonna call? Stiles, whether he wants to answer or not. That's not the part I should be weirded out about. It was never something to ever be weirded out about in the first place! The part I should be weirded out about is the part where I don't blink at-- at creatures of unknown origins that really shouldn't be hanging out in a swamp. No, seriously. Gorillas don't live in swamps. Did you know that? I knew that. I knew that and I want to care, that you're there when you shouldn't be, but I just... I just don't. I'm more concerned with finding the best possible answer to your little problem. And that? That is bad. Do you know why that's bad? Let me tell you. I've become bored with the supernatural. Not even, like, disenchanted or something where I'm at least a little annoyed. No, I have to get bored unless it's trying to maim me.
No offense, I'm sure you'd be super interesting as a-- a party trick for kids or some kind of circus attraction-- not that you should do that, no, that is not what I'm saying and okay this is sounding all wrong. You, sir, are a magnificent ... beast, or whatever. Just. Okay. I'm looking at you, and I'm thinking of a solution for you-- no, seriously, I am-- but part of my brain just keeps going back to the zombies and trying to find the best contingency plan for being stuck in the zombiepocalypse without any idea where I am. I must've texted Scott like six times already, and I don't know if he's gonna answer or if I even get reception out here, so I'm thinking around that too and see? See, that is me taking the supernatural seriously. Do you see why? Because I might die. Or become a brain eating zombie, and I'm really not into the whole "brain food" aspect. At all. Ever. The point is: zombies? Freaky. Talking gorilla? I'm not even a little bit scared. Whiiich would be the big issue with you, yeah, I know. It's still a fact: you? Not scary.
... Well okay if you bare your teeth at me like that-- okay, okay, problem solving, I'm on it, but it kinda looks to me like you’ve fixed it already there, buddy. I know what I said but oh my God have you never heard of "stream of consciousness"? I talk when I think. I talk when I don't think, but I talk when I think, I can do both, and there is no amount of threatening me that would help the thinking process! None! At all! Oh my God. Okay? Okay. Look, what I was trying to say was: that face? Threatening gold. You've got it down pat. Good job. You fixed your own problem.
Remember!
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- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
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Character: Melaka Fray
Series: Fray
Character Age: 19
Canon: Welcome to the 23rd century. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer and in the dark, deep holes of Haddyn, vampires grow in large numbers. That has nothing to do with Melaka Fray, a small-time thief who's only interested in looking out for herself. However, when a demon proclaims her the Slayer and a mysterious enemy starts gunning for her, Melaka knows that it's time to fight or die. Even if she's more concerned about getting paid first.
Melaka doesn't care about being poor. All she wants is the adrenaline rush that comes from fighting and falling off extremely tall buildings. Caustic, blunt and snarky, Melaka doesn't trust anyone, preferring to keep everyone, even her family, at a very long arm's length. She's slowly learning about her new life and the person she has to be, not always sure what "magic" and "powers" really are or what exactly she needs to do besides busting heads. Morally ambiguous and independent, Melaka does look out for the weak in her own way. If that means breaking some limbs, then go figure.
Note - Because this is a Joss Whedon canon, Melaka's slang doesn't resemble ours at all. Lurks = Vampires and Scopes = Movies.
Sample Post:
Bad day.
Started out bad when I lost my original target. It got better when I fell off the van while trying to hack a Lurk to pieces. After watching him try and find his arm, I decided to help him out by picking up his arm and beating him with it. I have to get my kicks somehow and this is one way of doing it. For anyone else, falling off a moving vehicle in the sky involves a lot of pain and a lot of "Who am I" and "Where am I". Having a naturally hard head helps me remember who I am. Unfortunately, I have no idea where I am. But that's less of a problem and more of an adventure. Maybe some day my adventures will start when I get out of bed instead of me hanging for my life. . . . Actually no, I'd hate that a lot. But it would be an unusual change.
Let's head back to reality. I sure landed in some weird place. Maybe it's a "dimension" . . . whatever that is. What's the big deal? Sure it has trees and birds and all those lifeforms that you'll only see in scopes. Whenever I do get to see scopes. I'm too low on the food-chain to see moving pictures. Anyway, trees are in huge demand and I could use the ammo. Maybe I could take just one. I mean, it's not like anyone's going to notice. I could totally pull off stealing a tree and getting home in one piece. Last thing I need is "magic" to do . . . terrible magic-ky things to me. If this world wants to beat me down, I'll beat it up right back.
Thank you super strength for helping me cut down and carry this tree! Never leave home without it. Now to get this back home and past the . . . hordes of monsters heading my way. Weird looking monsters though, weirder than usual. I mean, they've never been very coordinated and wow, some guy's eye just popped out. You know what, I'll just wait here until they arrive. It's not like I'm going to lose. Come on. Attack me. I'm a helpless little girl holding a tree as a weapon.
I dare you.
Poll #11826 Vote!
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Character Name: Kamijou Touma
Series: A Certain Magical Index
Character Age: 16
Canon: The city of science, Academy City. Amongst its population of 2.3 million, 80% are comprised of students, the majority of whom are actively enrolled in the city's Power Curriculum Program, designed to turn ordinary human beings into Espers. On the other end of the spectrum are the Magicians, hidden from normal society, separated into various factions, such as the English Puritan Church or smaller Magic Cabals. Due to a long history of friction, these two superpowers are locked in a dangerous cold war which, if even slightly aggravated, could alter the very world as we know it. And at the centre of it all is a lone high school student whose actions have completely flipped the entire situation on its head.
Kamijou Touma possesses the mysterious 'Imagine Breaker', a strange right hand with a unique ability to negate any supernatural power, regardless of whether it's magic, psychic or divine in nature, and even his own luck. He is constantly plagued by misfortune, from sprinklers malfunctioning just as he walks under them to finding himself in life-threatening situations nearly once a week. As a result, he can often be heard complaining about said misfortune, listing off the various things that had gone wrong throughout his day, usually mixed in with his occasional long-winded monologues. Although normally unmotivated and cynical, he possesses a highly idealistic outlook on life and a strong sense of morality which prohibits him from abandoning anyone in trouble, often spouting off a long-winded heroic speech in the process. Straightforward and steadfast, for the sake of his friends or even a complete stranger, he'll jump into the lion's den and swing his right fist without the slightest hesitation. Due to such qualities, he is often labeled a "hero" by others. However, when the fight is over and the day is saved, he quickly reverts to being an ordinary boy whose primary worries are his grades and a certain ravenous roommate who keeps eating all his food.
Sample Post
… … Such misfortune.
The reason I'm in such low spirits is because of something known to most folks as a 'school trip'. Normally, when you think of school trips, you imagine annual stays at Kyoto and the like, but for a certain city where half the buildings are schools, something like that's obviously impossible. As a compromise, smaller groups of students would be randomly picked and sent to various places once a year. For the students of Academy City, who aren't normally allowed to leave the city walls except under special circumstances, these field trips are practically rarely seen Megalixers in an otherwise desolate overworld which only the select few with maxed out luck stats would ever get to see. It doesn't need to be said that someone like me, whose LCK ranking is eternally in the negatives, would never get to even so much as catch a glimpse of such a miraculous event.
… Indeed, in the end, reality is cruel.
The mail containing my invitation arrived a week ago. It was obviously too good to be true. After all, the concept of "good fortune" is such an alien concept to me that it's practically no different from a far-off faerie tale. No matter how soundly I steeled my heart, that devil known as "optimism" still managed to sneak its way in and take over, contaminating it with naïve thoughts like "maybe things will be different this time", or "Maybe I can make it through without getting caught up in another coup d'état".
And this is the result... The moment I arrived, I tripped over what looked suspiciously like a months-old hardened cowpie and fell into some swamp water. When I tried entering a nearby cabin to dry myself off, it turned out to be one of the girls' cabins. And on top of that, someone was already changing inside. … In any case, after witnessing the tragedy that was a large gorilla wearing a pair of striped panties that were clearly meant for someone a fifth its size and barely escaping with my life, I finally managed to find the showers where I'd able to cleanse my body as well as what was left of my innocence-- … only to find that it was full. When I knocked on the door asking when it would be free, I was answered with an excessively thick Transylvanian accent which only said "Not for a while!" I tried complaining to the staff, but they looked practically dead on their feet themselves, as if they were barely even able to hold their heads together! --GAHH, DAMNIT!! What the hell did I do to deserve this!? Is it too much to ask that I can take a trip without running into some occult plot to destroy Venice or have a metal cow eat my passport for once!? … And, to top it all off, this soup I got from the mess hall's cold... Such is my life, huh?
[... Sigh] … Well, at the very least, it probably can't get much worse than this, right?
... ... Right?
Poll #11827 Vote!
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Character name: Murasame Tsukumo
Series: Betrayal Knows My Name (Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru)
Age: 15
Canon: Sakurai Yuki is a boy who possesses extraordinary powers; he has powers which allow him to sense people's emotional pain as well as see into their past. However, even with these abilities, he finds himself surprised that he becomes entrenched in a war involving two sides; the opposing side are the demons called Duras and the ones who fight against them are the Zweilt Guardians. Because of this, he becomes part of the Giou Clan, which is made up of the Zweilt guardians. He finds himself becoming closer to them as a family while also finding out more about his own abilities and self.
Murasame Tsukumo possesses God's ears; a power that allows him to do things such as speak with animals and listen to the voice of a person's heart. Because of this, he feels a lot for people and ends up putting all of himself out there for them. Other than that, he is a very laid-back guy who is sort of oblivious about day-to-day things such as flirting and the fact that he has a giant fan club devoted to him and his tennis playing. He usually has a very stoic expression on his face, but acts very friendly and somewhat derpy despite it. He also always has snacks on hand to eat and to hand out to others. Not only that, but he's devoted to his Zweilt partner and sister, to the point where their relationship is a bit questionable. When it's brought up, he doesn't understand the connotations behind what's wrong with it because to him he sees it as him just loving her.
Sample: I don't think I'm in the right place. There are too many hearts drawn over the landmark on this map that group of girls drew me. I don't know why they're there, but I don't think I'm at camp something or other. They told me that coach said I had to be here for a tennis training camp but they also said I didn't need to train more, which didn't make any sense at all. But if coach says it, then it has to be true.
Ah, there's a sign. It says, Camp For-- I can't read the rest. Why are there a bunch of tentacles drawn over the rest of the sign? It doesn't matter, this has to be the right place because there aren't any other camps nearby. Just a lot of swamp land. I guess it's a good way to train. If the ground is muddy and soggy, then I'll have to train harder to move against it. It's a good way to make me faster when returning serves. Good work, coach. Now I’ll see what this camp is like.
Except I'm getting kind of hungry now. I have some candy in my pockets. I'll eat this and then-- oh, hello. You're hungry too, aren't you? You keep moaning and grabbing for my candy. You can have some if you want; I don't mind sharing. You can't speak very well, but I already know what you want, sir. Your heart keeps saying brains brains brains over and over again . . . you want to be smarter so you can play tennis better, isn't that right?
It's okay. I'll help you. I'm Murasame Tsukumo and I'm here to train, but I can also help you train too. Here, take this tennis racket and try serving. Use a firm grip and throw the ball up before you swing and hit it through the bushes over there. Try not to keep your weight on the balls of your feet while you do it. A good serve can only be done with practice and precision- ah, that's not good at all. Don't worry, though. We'll work hard on it together. I’ll stay up all night with you if I have to so we can perfect your serve. Don’t worry about if I need sleep or not, I’ve done it all night before with my sister too.
So keep trying and over the next week I’ll teach you how to handle the ball and then we’ll work from there. This way we can go back to our schools as better players. So please take care of me and I'll do the same for you.
Poll #11828 Vote!
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Name: Jake English
Series: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck
Age: 16
Canon: Homestuck is a webcomic which has a story that spans time and space. It involves quantum mechanics, time travel, computer science, and stupid memes. At its core, it is about a group of human kids playing a game--Sburb--that ends up causing the end of the world. The game offers these kids the chance to form a new world, one moulded to their every wish; but only if they win the game itself. Due to time travel shenanigans, there are a few groups of kids (some human, some not) giving the game a shot. One group of four humans is comprised of every other kid Jake English, isolated jungle explorer, has ever met.
Jake was raised by his grandmother on a mysterious island full of monsters and ancient, alien technology. Far from teaching him to fear the outdoors, Jake fancies himself as a gentleman adventurer, indulging in fisticuffs with the local bimbos and fixing up advanced machines just ducky. By personal choice, he speaks with antiquated slang in order to (at least attempt to) appear more old-fashioned and gentlemanly. In reality, though, he’s a contact-starved teenager with a heart of gold, putting his friends above all else and doing his best not to let his naivety steer him into any pickles.
As with all Homestuck characters, Jake types using a particular typing quirk and color. His particular quirk involves the forementioned slang as well as some action tags, marked with asterisks.
Sample Post:
GT: Jumping jackrabbits this place sure is strange!
GT: Not to say it doesnt have its charm miss zombie. Of course it does! But i must say i am more focused on the monster in the lake than anything else.
GT: *readies his two pistols and cocks the hammers back*
GT: Now dont you go worrying about me. I have a beef with this cephalopod and i wont hear two words about it! Im planning an old-fashioned bums rush on the thing and any more jibber jabber will just let her in on the plan.
GT: Leave it to me!
GT: Hey you! Tall dark and squirmy!!
GT: Just whats the big idea! I hear tell youre leaning on nice folk like miss zombie here and i wont stand for it!
GT: Undulate at someone your own size!!
GT: Wait where are you
GT: Oh. Well good!
GT: Im glad youre in my face now because im not done!
GT: Here is the deal as far as i am concerned.
GT: You stop harassing the average joes and janes of the swamp and in return i get out of your proverbial hair.
GT: Im a reasonable fellow if i do say so myself!
GT: But you have to promise not to hurt anyone else. I wont be left holding the bag on this!!
GT: Lets shake on it.
GT: *offers his hand with a rougish wink*
GT: No roughing up necessary between gentlemen and ladies!
GT: Oh are
GT: OH
GT: NOW WAIT JUST A MINUTE YOU FRIGGIN TWISTY PALOOKA
GT: I HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE YOU WERE NOT TOTALLY ON THE UP AND UP JUST NOW
GT: PUT ME DOWN OR ELSE ILL BE FORCED TO INTRODUCE YOU TO INDIANA AND POWERS BOOTHE OVER HERE
GT: *PUTS UP HIS FISTS, THE AFOREMENTIONED INDIANA AND POWERS*
GT: QUEENSBURY RULES
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Character: "Stiles" Stilinski
Series: Teen Wolf
Character Age: 16
Canon: Long ago in Beacon Hills, everyone played lacrosse together in harmony... but everything changed when the werewolf nation attacked. Teen Wolf is the story of Scott McCall, normal teenager extraordinaire, and the comedy of awful that becomes his life after he is bitten by a werewolf. Hey, you try juggling the regular high school life and becoming increasingly furry and violent depending on your emotions and/or what the moon looks like. Also hunters.
One of the humans caught up in the mess, Stiles Stilinski is Scott's best friend and possibly the main reason Scott didn't die horribly after like two episodes. Of course he's also half the reason Scott is a werewolf in the first place, so. Stiles is loyal to a fault, and his clever-and-funny genre savvy sidekick shtick has saved Scott's hide on multiple accounts. He's also sarcastic, prone to keeping things to himself, a real motormouth and lacks a filter when he talks, so it evens out. Part of those traits aren't helped by his ADHD, which means he can be pretty scattered and unfocused while babbling. Stiles has been known to use anything in his power to help Scott out, including his father’s connections as the Beacon Hills’ sheriff. This has been known to blow up in his face and/or make him feel like a terrible person. So when Stiles keeps stuff from people it's for their own good. ...Mostly. Dealing with wolves has made Stiles more weary and he's a lot less into it than he was at first, possibly because of all those close calls with death. Still, at the end of it Stiles is right there at Scott's side.
Sample Post:
Right, so, on the scale of weirdness that follows me around like, like a lost puppy-- and I can't believe I just said that-- on that scale, I want to say I would put oddly-colored gorillas asking me for advice higher. Like, a lot higher. Normal people reacting to this kinda stuff high. But no, you know what? I'm totally okay with this. I'm abnormally okay with this.
I mean, don't get me wrong, giving advice to thick-headed guys is basically daily life for me. Whenever something happens, who you gonna call? Stiles, whether he wants to answer or not. That's not the part I should be weirded out about. It was never something to ever be weirded out about in the first place! The part I should be weirded out about is the part where I don't blink at-- at creatures of unknown origins that really shouldn't be hanging out in a swamp. No, seriously. Gorillas don't live in swamps. Did you know that? I knew that. I knew that and I want to care, that you're there when you shouldn't be, but I just... I just don't. I'm more concerned with finding the best possible answer to your little problem. And that? That is bad. Do you know why that's bad? Let me tell you. I've become bored with the supernatural. Not even, like, disenchanted or something where I'm at least a little annoyed. No, I have to get bored unless it's trying to maim me.
No offense, I'm sure you'd be super interesting as a-- a party trick for kids or some kind of circus attraction-- not that you should do that, no, that is not what I'm saying and okay this is sounding all wrong. You, sir, are a magnificent ... beast, or whatever. Just. Okay. I'm looking at you, and I'm thinking of a solution for you-- no, seriously, I am-- but part of my brain just keeps going back to the zombies and trying to find the best contingency plan for being stuck in the zombiepocalypse without any idea where I am. I must've texted Scott like six times already, and I don't know if he's gonna answer or if I even get reception out here, so I'm thinking around that too and see? See, that is me taking the supernatural seriously. Do you see why? Because I might die. Or become a brain eating zombie, and I'm really not into the whole "brain food" aspect. At all. Ever. The point is: zombies? Freaky. Talking gorilla? I'm not even a little bit scared. Whiiich would be the big issue with you, yeah, I know. It's still a fact: you? Not scary.
... Well okay if you bare your teeth at me like that-- okay, okay, problem solving, I'm on it, but it kinda looks to me like you’ve fixed it already there, buddy. I know what I said but oh my God have you never heard of "stream of consciousness"? I talk when I think. I talk when I don't think, but I talk when I think, I can do both, and there is no amount of threatening me that would help the thinking process! None! At all! Oh my God. Okay? Okay. Look, what I was trying to say was: that face? Threatening gold. You've got it down pat. Good job. You fixed your own problem.
Poll #11830 Vote!
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In or out?
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but Stiles get out.
I mean I voted Stiles in. IN STILES IN.
more when I return.
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also, as for my outs:
Melaka, I didn't get the blunt and snarky personality that you described in the canon from the app. The app itself was also difficult to read through because of transitions and choppiness, but I'm not sure if that's a voice thing or not.
Touma, the app was really canon reliant and the first big paragraph didn't have a lot of voice to help me find his voice between all the references I didn't get. I get that Touma's a monologue guy, so I guess I would've preferred a monologue that was more camp specific.
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Jake English, my body is ready
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Also Jake you were adorable.
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Melaka, I gave you an out for the reasons that Scott said.
Touma, I voted you in, but all the canon references like ranking and stuff threw me off in your sample.
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Toumaaaaa ♥
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Tsukumoooooo ♥
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That was an All In!
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I'm currently abstaining on Touma! I was a little surprised, given that while the rambling cynicism is definitely there but I didn't really see the "optimism and speechifying" thing.
And the other two were outs!
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omg Melaka!!
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Jake, you are precious.
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