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Last round and it's a mixed batch!
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- 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!
Now VOTE. Closed!
CAMPERS
Character: Cheria Barnes
Series: Tales of Graces f
Character Age: 19
Canon: In the world of Ephinea, all types of technology are powered by a substance called Eleth. Naturally, all three countries in this world: Windor, Strahta, and Fendel are in conflict over such an important resource, even waging war with one another to gain possession of it. [When one of the skirmishes between Windor and Fendel claimed the life of Lord Aston Lhant, the granddaughter of the butler working at his estate, Cheria set out to find his heir, Asbel, who had been a childhood friend of hers before he abandoned Cheria along with his ancestral home seven years earlier following the traumatic death of a friend. This begins a journey that reunite both of them with their other childhood friends, help all of them grow, all the while they try to save the world as well.
Serving as the party's main healer, Cheria is generally kind to her allies and enemies alike, especially toward her party members. She takes care of their well-being to the point of mothering them all. While she does lose her patience and gets angry about it occasionally, Cheria tries to act as the voice of reason to the team's antics while still genuinely enjoying her time with them. Cheerful and energetic, although Cheria still has some difficulties in handling her own affection for Asbel due to his obliviousness, she does her best to help others with their feelings, being rather in tune with her own emotions. Inspired by her past as a sickly child, Cheria does her best to do whatever she can to help others, choosing to work in a relief organization to achieve that goal and even willing to heal the wounds of someone who had just tried to kidnap her moments before.
Sample Post:
All right, you should be fine now. Just don't move too much, okay? We don't want you to... drop your arm while showing me around like that again. Still, I can understand why this camp needs the relief organization's help now. It is a mess! Even if this--No, especially since this is a refugee camp, the director shouldn't leave so much junk lying around like this. It's just unsanitary. Not to mention unhealthy! No wonder that skin disease is spreading around so quickly!
You don't have to worry about it now though. Others are on their way here and I'll do what I can to help, I promise. And there are also a lot of things that you and everyone else can do in the meantime, too. Like cleaning this place up, for instance. It might not seem much, but having a cleaner environment could really improve your health. So just remember to at least pick up your . . . umm, underwear the next time you get a new one from that tree, okay? You also need to remember to take a bath regularly as well. Regardless of who you are, personal hygiene is always a priority, but in this case, it's best that you keep yourself as clean as possible to prevent the disease from spreading further. And you know, bathing isn’t as much of a hassle as you might have thought. While you probably shouldn’t swim in it, there’s that large bath you’ve shown me before, which I bet would be rather nice to relax in with someone else. You said that one of your friends named Marcy enjoyed spending her time staying in the lake, right? Maybe you two can do it together.
Now I don't mean to be rude, but… have you been eating properly? I know the soup they served on Tuesday is your favorite, but you can't just eat that all the time! I don’t know what it's made of, but you need to remember to eat all of your vegetables or else you won’t have a balanced diet. Trust me, your body won't have the strength to fight off your illness if it doesn't have the nutrients it needs. So if nothing else, please make sure to have your meals on time every day, at least.
—Ugh, don’t be so stubborn! If you really insist on only eating that soup, then tell me its recipe and I will cook it for you!
Character: Furude Rika
Series: Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
Character age: Appears to be around ten. Spoilers: [Mentally older as she's lived through numerous time loops.]
Canon: The village of Hinamizawa is a small, peaceful village nestled among the mountains of Japan, but it may not be as peaceful as it first appears. New resident Keiichi has been welcomed warmly by his new classmates and friends, but as the yearly Watanagashi festival approaches, ominous rumors of past murders on the night of the festival drift to his ears. Only now, it appears that the murderer isn't content with the death brought that night, but seeks to silence all who disturb the village's peace. When all that remains is corpses, the mystery repeats until the audience can find the answer.
Rika Furude is one of the youngest of Keiichi's friends, and almost certainly the cutest with her tendency to nonsense words and charming her way through the games they constantly play. But despite her cutely naive impression, she exists at the heart of Hinamizawa, loved and respected by the village as the wise beyond her years miko, foretold rebirth of the village's god. To all appearances, she is the ideal little girl, who manages to live a charmed life even after the deaths of her parents. But beyond that, there are darker SPOILERS: [Rika is the only person to remember each and every time loop where everyone dies before going back to live through it all again, in a so far vain attempt by her god to enable her to survive her fated death of June 1983. Understandably from this, she is a cynical alcoholic, barely holding onto the few joys in life her friends bring her before her ever repeating death. More than anything, she hates the endless repetition that her fate brings her, but her hopes have been crushed so many times that she's afraid to hope that she could break her fate. But when given the slightest hope of an opening, there's very few people who can match her courage.]
Sample Post:
That was fun while it lasted. But now it looks like I'm stuck in another dammed swamp filled with rotting fools too brainless to realize that they're already dead. But after all I've been through, I can't help but welcome the opportunities this new hand brings. After shuffling the same useless hand for a century, who wouldn't? Even if it gives me no advantage, the novelty of a new box to open and explore is worth some interest. There is nothing worse than the endless repetition of destined events that you already know. Even if I don't like eggplant, and like curry, I'll welcome eggplant for dinner when destiny tells me says that I'm supposed to have curry instead. I don't think eggplant is a very good analogy for this place. Eggplant's a lot more ordinary than zombies and tentacle monsters. In that light, the zombies swarming on the ground seem at this moment as beautifully chaotic as the clouds chasing each other in the blue sky. Even the familiar stench of death is different here. It's riper, somehow. I wonder how long they've been rotting like that? Can rotting zombies answer?
Excuse me! I think your arm fell off. How long have you been like that? Mi- That's private? Fine, then can you tell me where I am? What a rude name. Should you really be saying that to little girls? Of course I don't deserve to be here, I got here by accident. I was just playing tag with my friends in the woods, when I saw a fluffy bunny. It was really cute, nipa~☆ It was really white, and it kept twitching its nose at me, and I really wanted to see if it was as soft and fuzzy as it looked. And it almost looked like it was holding a watch, but I had to be imagining that, right? So I tried to get closer but I fell into a pit trap instead. Mi- but it was really strange. No, not the pit trap. Those are part of the game. But there was a teeny tiny little locked door at the bottom. And a cake labelled EAT ME and a bottle labelled DRINK ME, too. I found a key and when I opened it I could see a really pretty lake in the distance, and a big green octopus in the middle of it. So I went through and had a nice little picnic, nipa~☆ It was really fun cake, although I didn't like the drink as much. But it didn't last as long as I wanted, boo. When I tried to follow the rabbit again because I'm sure he was from a story I read, he told me that I needed to cry my way into Wonderland, and crocodile tears didn't count. Mi- Then I started crying because the rabbit was being really mean, and a crocodile almost ate me. I had to run away very fast but I think they ate the poor little rabbit. It was really horrible and now I can't find my way into Wonderland and I'm stuck in a place called Camp Fuck You die instead. Won't you help m-
Mi- You don't help me by grabbing me like that. Please let me go. No, I really don't want to give you my brains; I'll die without them. You're a smart zombie, aren't you? I found some really special brains for you in Wonderland, won't you let me give it to you? I think you'll really like it. Mi- Didn't I say brain juice? Of course it's not solid brains. Poor zombie, haven't you ever had brain juice? It's all bubbly and delicious and fun. You don't want to be the only zombie who hasn't tried brain juice, right? Here, just try a sip. If you don't like it, you still have my brains to eat, right? …I'm glad I kept the last of that magic shrinking juice. Now you're just a little squishable zombie bug and I'm a giant again. Isn't that a fun change? And now I know a little more about what I'm dealing with. If there's one thing I can guess from the name Camp Fuck You Die, it's that it doesn't sound like a very boring place. Maybe instead of being eggplant or curry, this place is kimchi. That sounds fun, doesn't it?
COUNSELORS
Character: Leonard McCoy
Series: Star Trek 2009
Character Age: 36
Job: Doctor
Canon: The Enterprise is one starship of many in Starfleet, the United Federation of Planets’ military arm. The Enterprise’s mission is to seek out new life and new civilisations, to boldly go where no one- well, it’d be doing all that except for a major crisis. A bunch of cadets get thrown onto various starships to help against a time travelling killer, and due to injuries and deaths, some of them get promoted far more quickly than normal. The Federation is largely peaceful, and Starfleet is largely for exploration, but when things go bad? Anyone in Starfleet has to fight.
Leonard McCoy is a compassionate misanthrope who joined Starfleet to put his painful divorce behind him, though he’s not exactly fond of space travel. He ends up on the Enterprise as head doctor. He’s an excellent doctor who cares a lot about people both personally and professionally. He’ll go to any lengths necessary to help, while complaining about it. He’s also a certified grump who finds many people very irritating, and if someone’s in need of his services because they’ve done something stupid? They’ll get competent help, but they’ll also get a lecture. Anything to get ‘em to think twice next time they’re about to do something stupid.
Sample Entry:
Next!
You again. Sit, sit. What seems to be the problem this time? Tchh, zombies. You people make my head hurt. Necrosis and dysarthria were cured centuries ago! It doesn’t even make sense! I’ve tried researching this because even I can’t remember how to cure every single disease, but the equipment here is hopeless. Ah, well, nothing I can’t cure sooner or later, with every doctor’s most valuable tools. Hands, eyes, mind. This is how we were meant to be doctors! I always wanted to be a good old country doctor on Earth, family practice, passing it down to my kids. I didn’t want to go off to space, in what’s basically a big tin can. At least I’m on Earth again now. This is Earth, right?
Hm? Okay, maybe I lost track of what I was saying, it’s been a long day. Now talk to me properly, I know dysrarthria makes it difficult, but you can take your time, use elaborate gestures, whatever, I’ll listen. You’ve brought the box in again. You’ve brought the box in again. Oh, for- Here. Give me the box and I’ll start going through it for you. I’ve lost all hope in your ability to learn. I shouldn’t have to do this, but I’ll do it anyway because I have to do everything to get anything done around here.
Since you’re sitting there doing nothing worthwhile, you can listen to me. I came to this camp to help out, to do my part. I don’t have a problem with different species, or different levels of life. Zombies are fine. No stupider than anyone else, well, generally. I don’t mind giving people who’ve spent a little too much time with Marcy some lubricant and a lecture about safer sex practices. I can cope, whatever, because at this point I’m beginning to think I can cure a rainy day! But I didn’t expect to find so many idiots.
But if you want my opinion? I don’t give a flying goddamn about sewing limbs back on, that’s part of the job, especially for someone with your condition. And I know I should’ve truly given up hope by now in people, so they won’t disappoint me so badly. But come on, man. Have some manners. You’re not a starship captain, after all. This box says FEET, and I know that because I wrote FEET on it my very own self last time you were here. And what do I see in it? Two mismatched zombie feet, half a cabbage, and a bit of string. And now the feet have aphid infestations... Dammit, I’m a doctor, not an exterminator!
Character: Wesley Gibson
Series: Wanted (movie)
Character Age: mid 20s
Job: Zombie Defender
Canon: Wanted is a story about a loser who turned his life around... in a bad way. He had anxiety problems; his boss verbally abused him daily; his girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend; and to top it all off, he's broke. Then, one day, someone tried to kill him. He was saved by a group of assassins who called themselves the Fraternity. They told him he was the only one who could kill the traitor who killed his father. So, he joined them. He became an assassin and avenged his father. And if all that sounded too good to be true? It's because it was.
Now, Wesley Gibson is no longer the snivelling coward that he was. He has become ruthless, confident, and fearless. He no longer feels like he had to bow down to fate and let it do whatever it wants with his life. He has learned to take control and he'll take down anyone who tries to get in his way. And thanks to the massive betrayal he experienced, he does not trust easily either.
Sample Entry:
Hello, kids. My name is Wesley Gibson and I'm your fucking worst nightmare. See, I'm told there's a killer among you and do you know what I'm good at? Killing people who think they have the right to fuck with people's lives. Now, you have two choices. The easy way or the hard way. I sincerely hope you pick the easy way. I'm sick of hunting people down and don't even think about calling me a hypocrite. I'm the lesser of two evils, you dumb fuck, and I can assure you you'll want me on your side. So I suggest you work with me or get the fuck out of my way.
All right. Let's get things rolling. You, there, you look suspicious. You have the look of a guy who kills for fun. There's blood on your mouth, see. That's just sloppy. Too late to wipe it clean now. I saw it. Eating someone's brains without cleaning up is just disgusting. You're one fucked up guy. So tell me, where did you hide the body? No comment? Fine. I guess the Director will just have to settle for your body. Mission accomplished. Good bye-- huh?
A letter? Where the fuck did this come from? Let’s see. "Dear Wesley Gibson, you are hereby assigned the role of 'Zombie Defender'. Signed, the Director"?! Hey, hold up! I didn't sign up for this! I quit being a defender of anything ages ago. I only work for myself. Besides, why the fuck should I defend zombies? They're just trashy waste-of-space versions of human beings anyway. Look, man. I have nothing against you and your kind. If you kill people, you gotta face the music. That's the way it works. Sooner or later, karma will always come back and bite you in the ass. Oh, now you're trying to be cute at me. That's nice. I could almost fall for that. Maybe I'll keep you as a side kick. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Just kidding.
--fuck, ew. Now I'm covered in zombie goop. Great planning, Wesley.
Character: Alexia Tarabotti
Series: The Parasol Protectorate
Character Age: 28
Job: Foreign Diplomat and Liaison from the British Empire to the Americas
Canon: Take vampires, werewolves, and ghosts (oh my!), drop them into Victorian England. Twist history until you come up with something appropriately steampunk. Add to the mix one woman whose touch has the power to briefly negate the supernatural condition. Now shake, and watch as she takes tea at midnight, seeks out scientific corruption no matter what back parlour it may be lurking in, and whacks the upper crust of supernatural society over the head with her oversized parasol.
Alexia is that woman. She was born without a soul, which explains her ability to cancel out the excess spirit that leads to supernatural manifestations after death, meaning that she can exorcise ghosts and make vampires and werewolves mortal while in direct contact with them. (Sorry zombies, but you don’t exist in this universe.) In personality, Alexia’s “preternatural” state makes her unusually pragmatic, capable of focusing on the facts even in the face of grave danger or times of emotional distress. She adds to this her own distinctly headstrong tendencies and a keen (not to say meddlesome) interest in the world around her, be it scientific or social, so long as it is not of the norm. Although this makes her a little blunt and sometimes scandalously forward by the measure of a Victorian society, it should be said that soullessness in no way reflects on Alexia’s morals. She is, after all, British before anything.
Sample Post:
Supernaturals of Louisiana, thank you for your excessively kind welcome. I can see that you’ve made every attempt to make me feel at home. While it might be worthwhile to mention that the phrase High Tea is not actually a reference to table elevation, and that fingers sandwiches are not a literal concept, I’m still extremely impressed with your rendition of the beverage itself. To be frank, it is more than I expected. After all, you are American, and concessions must be given.
Pardon my bluntness, I meant no disrespect. But while we are on the subject, I simply have to ask. While I’ve heard much about your native country’s backwards views on the supernatural, I would never have believed that local convention could force a ghost to take up residence in his or her own mortal remains. In point of fact, I wasn’t aware that ghosts could do that at all. Isn’t it dreadfully mushy? You don’t appear to have been preserved in any way. Surely arsenical salts are available here? Or that new liquid, what was it called again? Ah yes, formaldehyde. I shall be making inquiries for you post-haste. Though really, it won’t solve your underlying problem, which is that being stuck back into your body after death can only be compared to being forced to wear last year’s fashions to the social event of next season, as it were. Only a great deal more uncomfortable, I should imagine. Or at least moderately so. I have seen the latest ladies’ magazines.
But I digress. You seem to be in an untenable situation of the first water. I had been lead to believe that America was a land of certain inalienable rights, why have you not fought for yours? If it is because of your unfortunate lack of, well, tongues, if you’ll excuse the anatomical reference, I believe that I can help you there. Would you allow me to speak for you? I believe that my current status in the community might be of some assistance.
Oh, gentlemen, keep your seats. There’s no need for a standing ovation. Believe me I’m highly flattered by your attentions, and most appreciative of the complement. But for goodness sake! If you are incapable of holding yourselves together while maintaining the illusion of being upright members of society, I for one would much prefer that you not even make the attempt. The stress of remaining on your feet it has taken its toll; you are about to decompose all over the table. In future, let us dispense with these pleasantries. I’m more than willing to make allowances for the differences in physical states if it means I won’t have to witness anything so scandalous as a gentleman staining his waistcoat.
No two ways about it, then. I shall have to take your case to the local authorities directly after tea. Pass the sugar, if you would please. Yes, thank you. As I was saying. A lack of proper representation, that’s what we have here. Fortunately for you I may not be diplomatic, but at the moment I am most certainly a diplomat.
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- 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!
CAMPERS
Character: Cheria Barnes
Series: Tales of Graces f
Character Age: 19
Canon: In the world of Ephinea, all types of technology are powered by a substance called Eleth. Naturally, all three countries in this world: Windor, Strahta, and Fendel are in conflict over such an important resource, even waging war with one another to gain possession of it. [When one of the skirmishes between Windor and Fendel claimed the life of Lord Aston Lhant, the granddaughter of the butler working at his estate, Cheria set out to find his heir, Asbel, who had been a childhood friend of hers before he abandoned Cheria along with his ancestral home seven years earlier following the traumatic death of a friend. This begins a journey that reunite both of them with their other childhood friends, help all of them grow, all the while they try to save the world as well.
Serving as the party's main healer, Cheria is generally kind to her allies and enemies alike, especially toward her party members. She takes care of their well-being to the point of mothering them all. While she does lose her patience and gets angry about it occasionally, Cheria tries to act as the voice of reason to the team's antics while still genuinely enjoying her time with them. Cheerful and energetic, although Cheria still has some difficulties in handling her own affection for Asbel due to his obliviousness, she does her best to help others with their feelings, being rather in tune with her own emotions. Inspired by her past as a sickly child, Cheria does her best to do whatever she can to help others, choosing to work in a relief organization to achieve that goal and even willing to heal the wounds of someone who had just tried to kidnap her moments before.
Sample Post:
All right, you should be fine now. Just don't move too much, okay? We don't want you to... drop your arm while showing me around like that again. Still, I can understand why this camp needs the relief organization's help now. It is a mess! Even if this--No, especially since this is a refugee camp, the director shouldn't leave so much junk lying around like this. It's just unsanitary. Not to mention unhealthy! No wonder that skin disease is spreading around so quickly!
You don't have to worry about it now though. Others are on their way here and I'll do what I can to help, I promise. And there are also a lot of things that you and everyone else can do in the meantime, too. Like cleaning this place up, for instance. It might not seem much, but having a cleaner environment could really improve your health. So just remember to at least pick up your . . . umm, underwear the next time you get a new one from that tree, okay? You also need to remember to take a bath regularly as well. Regardless of who you are, personal hygiene is always a priority, but in this case, it's best that you keep yourself as clean as possible to prevent the disease from spreading further. And you know, bathing isn’t as much of a hassle as you might have thought. While you probably shouldn’t swim in it, there’s that large bath you’ve shown me before, which I bet would be rather nice to relax in with someone else. You said that one of your friends named Marcy enjoyed spending her time staying in the lake, right? Maybe you two can do it together.
Now I don't mean to be rude, but… have you been eating properly? I know the soup they served on Tuesday is your favorite, but you can't just eat that all the time! I don’t know what it's made of, but you need to remember to eat all of your vegetables or else you won’t have a balanced diet. Trust me, your body won't have the strength to fight off your illness if it doesn't have the nutrients it needs. So if nothing else, please make sure to have your meals on time every day, at least.
—Ugh, don’t be so stubborn! If you really insist on only eating that soup, then tell me its recipe and I will cook it for you!
Poll #10870 Vote!
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 50
In or out?
Character: Furude Rika
Series: Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
Character age: Appears to be around ten. Spoilers: [Mentally older as she's lived through numerous time loops.]
Canon: The village of Hinamizawa is a small, peaceful village nestled among the mountains of Japan, but it may not be as peaceful as it first appears. New resident Keiichi has been welcomed warmly by his new classmates and friends, but as the yearly Watanagashi festival approaches, ominous rumors of past murders on the night of the festival drift to his ears. Only now, it appears that the murderer isn't content with the death brought that night, but seeks to silence all who disturb the village's peace. When all that remains is corpses, the mystery repeats until the audience can find the answer.
Rika Furude is one of the youngest of Keiichi's friends, and almost certainly the cutest with her tendency to nonsense words and charming her way through the games they constantly play. But despite her cutely naive impression, she exists at the heart of Hinamizawa, loved and respected by the village as the wise beyond her years miko, foretold rebirth of the village's god. To all appearances, she is the ideal little girl, who manages to live a charmed life even after the deaths of her parents. But beyond that, there are darker SPOILERS: [Rika is the only person to remember each and every time loop where everyone dies before going back to live through it all again, in a so far vain attempt by her god to enable her to survive her fated death of June 1983. Understandably from this, she is a cynical alcoholic, barely holding onto the few joys in life her friends bring her before her ever repeating death. More than anything, she hates the endless repetition that her fate brings her, but her hopes have been crushed so many times that she's afraid to hope that she could break her fate. But when given the slightest hope of an opening, there's very few people who can match her courage.]
Sample Post:
That was fun while it lasted. But now it looks like I'm stuck in another dammed swamp filled with rotting fools too brainless to realize that they're already dead. But after all I've been through, I can't help but welcome the opportunities this new hand brings. After shuffling the same useless hand for a century, who wouldn't? Even if it gives me no advantage, the novelty of a new box to open and explore is worth some interest. There is nothing worse than the endless repetition of destined events that you already know. Even if I don't like eggplant, and like curry, I'll welcome eggplant for dinner when destiny tells me says that I'm supposed to have curry instead. I don't think eggplant is a very good analogy for this place. Eggplant's a lot more ordinary than zombies and tentacle monsters. In that light, the zombies swarming on the ground seem at this moment as beautifully chaotic as the clouds chasing each other in the blue sky. Even the familiar stench of death is different here. It's riper, somehow. I wonder how long they've been rotting like that? Can rotting zombies answer?
Excuse me! I think your arm fell off. How long have you been like that? Mi- That's private? Fine, then can you tell me where I am? What a rude name. Should you really be saying that to little girls? Of course I don't deserve to be here, I got here by accident. I was just playing tag with my friends in the woods, when I saw a fluffy bunny. It was really cute, nipa~☆ It was really white, and it kept twitching its nose at me, and I really wanted to see if it was as soft and fuzzy as it looked. And it almost looked like it was holding a watch, but I had to be imagining that, right? So I tried to get closer but I fell into a pit trap instead. Mi- but it was really strange. No, not the pit trap. Those are part of the game. But there was a teeny tiny little locked door at the bottom. And a cake labelled EAT ME and a bottle labelled DRINK ME, too. I found a key and when I opened it I could see a really pretty lake in the distance, and a big green octopus in the middle of it. So I went through and had a nice little picnic, nipa~☆ It was really fun cake, although I didn't like the drink as much. But it didn't last as long as I wanted, boo. When I tried to follow the rabbit again because I'm sure he was from a story I read, he told me that I needed to cry my way into Wonderland, and crocodile tears didn't count. Mi- Then I started crying because the rabbit was being really mean, and a crocodile almost ate me. I had to run away very fast but I think they ate the poor little rabbit. It was really horrible and now I can't find my way into Wonderland and I'm stuck in a place called Camp Fuck You die instead. Won't you help m-
Mi- You don't help me by grabbing me like that. Please let me go. No, I really don't want to give you my brains; I'll die without them. You're a smart zombie, aren't you? I found some really special brains for you in Wonderland, won't you let me give it to you? I think you'll really like it. Mi- Didn't I say brain juice? Of course it's not solid brains. Poor zombie, haven't you ever had brain juice? It's all bubbly and delicious and fun. You don't want to be the only zombie who hasn't tried brain juice, right? Here, just try a sip. If you don't like it, you still have my brains to eat, right? …I'm glad I kept the last of that magic shrinking juice. Now you're just a little squishable zombie bug and I'm a giant again. Isn't that a fun change? And now I know a little more about what I'm dealing with. If there's one thing I can guess from the name Camp Fuck You Die, it's that it doesn't sound like a very boring place. Maybe instead of being eggplant or curry, this place is kimchi. That sounds fun, doesn't it?
Poll #10871 Vote!
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 50
In or out?
COUNSELORS
Character: Leonard McCoy
Series: Star Trek 2009
Character Age: 36
Job: Doctor
Canon: The Enterprise is one starship of many in Starfleet, the United Federation of Planets’ military arm. The Enterprise’s mission is to seek out new life and new civilisations, to boldly go where no one- well, it’d be doing all that except for a major crisis. A bunch of cadets get thrown onto various starships to help against a time travelling killer, and due to injuries and deaths, some of them get promoted far more quickly than normal. The Federation is largely peaceful, and Starfleet is largely for exploration, but when things go bad? Anyone in Starfleet has to fight.
Leonard McCoy is a compassionate misanthrope who joined Starfleet to put his painful divorce behind him, though he’s not exactly fond of space travel. He ends up on the Enterprise as head doctor. He’s an excellent doctor who cares a lot about people both personally and professionally. He’ll go to any lengths necessary to help, while complaining about it. He’s also a certified grump who finds many people very irritating, and if someone’s in need of his services because they’ve done something stupid? They’ll get competent help, but they’ll also get a lecture. Anything to get ‘em to think twice next time they’re about to do something stupid.
Sample Entry:
Next!
You again. Sit, sit. What seems to be the problem this time? Tchh, zombies. You people make my head hurt. Necrosis and dysarthria were cured centuries ago! It doesn’t even make sense! I’ve tried researching this because even I can’t remember how to cure every single disease, but the equipment here is hopeless. Ah, well, nothing I can’t cure sooner or later, with every doctor’s most valuable tools. Hands, eyes, mind. This is how we were meant to be doctors! I always wanted to be a good old country doctor on Earth, family practice, passing it down to my kids. I didn’t want to go off to space, in what’s basically a big tin can. At least I’m on Earth again now. This is Earth, right?
Hm? Okay, maybe I lost track of what I was saying, it’s been a long day. Now talk to me properly, I know dysrarthria makes it difficult, but you can take your time, use elaborate gestures, whatever, I’ll listen. You’ve brought the box in again. You’ve brought the box in again. Oh, for- Here. Give me the box and I’ll start going through it for you. I’ve lost all hope in your ability to learn. I shouldn’t have to do this, but I’ll do it anyway because I have to do everything to get anything done around here.
Since you’re sitting there doing nothing worthwhile, you can listen to me. I came to this camp to help out, to do my part. I don’t have a problem with different species, or different levels of life. Zombies are fine. No stupider than anyone else, well, generally. I don’t mind giving people who’ve spent a little too much time with Marcy some lubricant and a lecture about safer sex practices. I can cope, whatever, because at this point I’m beginning to think I can cure a rainy day! But I didn’t expect to find so many idiots.
But if you want my opinion? I don’t give a flying goddamn about sewing limbs back on, that’s part of the job, especially for someone with your condition. And I know I should’ve truly given up hope by now in people, so they won’t disappoint me so badly. But come on, man. Have some manners. You’re not a starship captain, after all. This box says FEET, and I know that because I wrote FEET on it my very own self last time you were here. And what do I see in it? Two mismatched zombie feet, half a cabbage, and a bit of string. And now the feet have aphid infestations... Dammit, I’m a doctor, not an exterminator!
Poll #10872 Vote!
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Character: Wesley Gibson
Series: Wanted (movie)
Character Age: mid 20s
Job: Zombie Defender
Canon: Wanted is a story about a loser who turned his life around... in a bad way. He had anxiety problems; his boss verbally abused him daily; his girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend; and to top it all off, he's broke. Then, one day, someone tried to kill him. He was saved by a group of assassins who called themselves the Fraternity. They told him he was the only one who could kill the traitor who killed his father. So, he joined them. He became an assassin and avenged his father. And if all that sounded too good to be true? It's because it was.
Now, Wesley Gibson is no longer the snivelling coward that he was. He has become ruthless, confident, and fearless. He no longer feels like he had to bow down to fate and let it do whatever it wants with his life. He has learned to take control and he'll take down anyone who tries to get in his way. And thanks to the massive betrayal he experienced, he does not trust easily either.
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Hello, kids. My name is Wesley Gibson and I'm your fucking worst nightmare. See, I'm told there's a killer among you and do you know what I'm good at? Killing people who think they have the right to fuck with people's lives. Now, you have two choices. The easy way or the hard way. I sincerely hope you pick the easy way. I'm sick of hunting people down and don't even think about calling me a hypocrite. I'm the lesser of two evils, you dumb fuck, and I can assure you you'll want me on your side. So I suggest you work with me or get the fuck out of my way.
All right. Let's get things rolling. You, there, you look suspicious. You have the look of a guy who kills for fun. There's blood on your mouth, see. That's just sloppy. Too late to wipe it clean now. I saw it. Eating someone's brains without cleaning up is just disgusting. You're one fucked up guy. So tell me, where did you hide the body? No comment? Fine. I guess the Director will just have to settle for your body. Mission accomplished. Good bye-- huh?
A letter? Where the fuck did this come from? Let’s see. "Dear Wesley Gibson, you are hereby assigned the role of 'Zombie Defender'. Signed, the Director"?! Hey, hold up! I didn't sign up for this! I quit being a defender of anything ages ago. I only work for myself. Besides, why the fuck should I defend zombies? They're just trashy waste-of-space versions of human beings anyway. Look, man. I have nothing against you and your kind. If you kill people, you gotta face the music. That's the way it works. Sooner or later, karma will always come back and bite you in the ass. Oh, now you're trying to be cute at me. That's nice. I could almost fall for that. Maybe I'll keep you as a side kick. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Just kidding.
--fuck, ew. Now I'm covered in zombie goop. Great planning, Wesley.
Poll #10873 Vote!
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Character: Alexia Tarabotti
Series: The Parasol Protectorate
Character Age: 28
Job: Foreign Diplomat and Liaison from the British Empire to the Americas
Canon: Take vampires, werewolves, and ghosts (oh my!), drop them into Victorian England. Twist history until you come up with something appropriately steampunk. Add to the mix one woman whose touch has the power to briefly negate the supernatural condition. Now shake, and watch as she takes tea at midnight, seeks out scientific corruption no matter what back parlour it may be lurking in, and whacks the upper crust of supernatural society over the head with her oversized parasol.
Alexia is that woman. She was born without a soul, which explains her ability to cancel out the excess spirit that leads to supernatural manifestations after death, meaning that she can exorcise ghosts and make vampires and werewolves mortal while in direct contact with them. (Sorry zombies, but you don’t exist in this universe.) In personality, Alexia’s “preternatural” state makes her unusually pragmatic, capable of focusing on the facts even in the face of grave danger or times of emotional distress. She adds to this her own distinctly headstrong tendencies and a keen (not to say meddlesome) interest in the world around her, be it scientific or social, so long as it is not of the norm. Although this makes her a little blunt and sometimes scandalously forward by the measure of a Victorian society, it should be said that soullessness in no way reflects on Alexia’s morals. She is, after all, British before anything.
Sample Post:
Supernaturals of Louisiana, thank you for your excessively kind welcome. I can see that you’ve made every attempt to make me feel at home. While it might be worthwhile to mention that the phrase High Tea is not actually a reference to table elevation, and that fingers sandwiches are not a literal concept, I’m still extremely impressed with your rendition of the beverage itself. To be frank, it is more than I expected. After all, you are American, and concessions must be given.
Pardon my bluntness, I meant no disrespect. But while we are on the subject, I simply have to ask. While I’ve heard much about your native country’s backwards views on the supernatural, I would never have believed that local convention could force a ghost to take up residence in his or her own mortal remains. In point of fact, I wasn’t aware that ghosts could do that at all. Isn’t it dreadfully mushy? You don’t appear to have been preserved in any way. Surely arsenical salts are available here? Or that new liquid, what was it called again? Ah yes, formaldehyde. I shall be making inquiries for you post-haste. Though really, it won’t solve your underlying problem, which is that being stuck back into your body after death can only be compared to being forced to wear last year’s fashions to the social event of next season, as it were. Only a great deal more uncomfortable, I should imagine. Or at least moderately so. I have seen the latest ladies’ magazines.
But I digress. You seem to be in an untenable situation of the first water. I had been lead to believe that America was a land of certain inalienable rights, why have you not fought for yours? If it is because of your unfortunate lack of, well, tongues, if you’ll excuse the anatomical reference, I believe that I can help you there. Would you allow me to speak for you? I believe that my current status in the community might be of some assistance.
Oh, gentlemen, keep your seats. There’s no need for a standing ovation. Believe me I’m highly flattered by your attentions, and most appreciative of the complement. But for goodness sake! If you are incapable of holding yourselves together while maintaining the illusion of being upright members of society, I for one would much prefer that you not even make the attempt. The stress of remaining on your feet it has taken its toll; you are about to decompose all over the table. In future, let us dispense with these pleasantries. I’m more than willing to make allowances for the differences in physical states if it means I won’t have to witness anything so scandalous as a gentleman staining his waistcoat.
No two ways about it, then. I shall have to take your case to the local authorities directly after tea. Pass the sugar, if you would please. Yes, thank you. As I was saying. A lack of proper representation, that’s what we have here. Fortunately for you I may not be diplomatic, but at the moment I am most certainly a diplomat.
Poll #10874 Vote!
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Wesley, my reasons for abstaining are because I didn't know what canonpoint you were using exactly and if it's the end of the movie, I was wondering how you were going to handle his really sharp shift in personality and, well, competence. I've considered playing Wesley elsewhere, and I've always been caught up in that because the movie only really lets you see five minutes of that, if that. My confusion over the canonpoint made it difficult for me to read the app without knowing how I'm meant to read it.
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Also OMG ALEXIA *A*
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Rika, you did mention she's a cynic on the inside but based on your canon, which spent a lot of time talking about her secret conviction and desire for hope, I wasn't prepared for the level of cruelty and manipulation I saw in the app.
McCoy, there were one-liners in the app I really loved, but I felt like you took the concept of misanthropy (which I didn't really see as his defining trait in the movie to begin with, but that may be personal) and took it kiiind of too far beyond the bounds of the way a doctor like McCoy would treat a patient who wasn't doing something phenomenally, world-killingly stupid.
Aaaaand I'm abstaining on Wesley and Alexia for the moment, will try to reread in a bit. Poke me if you need a vote!
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I also know that some voters don't place an equal amount of importance on the canon section, and that's a fair way to vote! But I tend to look to them not only to tell me what to look for in an app, but also as a benchmark for how the potential player views that character, what they're going to focus on, if they've noticed and are giving equal weight to all facets of characterization, and so on.
It's true that I pretty frequently ask appers for clarification on their canon sections, because I do think that the nature of camp apps means that you have to distill complicated characterization into single-word summaries, and I don't want to penalize someone because I read that word differently than they intended me to.
In this case, I think the apper could have summed this trait up just by bringing up a very few harsher words in conjunction with 'cynical.' Cruel, amoral, hardened... whatever would best describe her state in more recent canon, but without actually needing to add any more spoiler-y plot details. (For the non canon-familiar reader, the "whys" are often so much window-dressing.)
Incidentally, my apologies to the apper if this feels like crit overload, whenever they see the thread. Not my intent at all, a good 60% of this is not even about you so much as it is about me.
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(Anonymous) 2012-06-17 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)Regarding the your first post, to be honest, I was working on this app up until the very last minute and it originally had a bit more hope that I cut out because it was ruining the flow and I don't think she'd reach that point in the time of an app, anyway. The thing about Rika at the time I'm taking her from (post-Atonement arc memories) is that she's really terrified of hoping, and so while I threw in some things that will in the long run lead her toward that, yeah, she's not there yet. In retrospect, that is definitely somewhere that I should have fixed the canon, but oh well.
I thought I was fairly clear on Rika being manipulative and cynical, honestly? I would have thought that someone being cute and charming and manipulative while secretly being cynical and despairing and courageous would have been fairly clear that she's fairly capable of taking whatever actions that bring them the advantage when they're in trouble. Part of my problem with describing her cruelty though is that there's an alternate canon version of her that takes her most negative traits and amps them up to 1000, and honestly I have a really hard time describing her as cruel as she can be when I'm picturing the time when her AU canon self turned a sad orphaned teenage girl into hamburger meat for lulz. Which is obviously something I need to get over if I'm going to describe her ruthlessness level well enough for voters to get. Rika is capable of being insanely ruthless and playfully cruel, but she's also capable of being a caring friend, and I don't want to so overly focus on her ruthlessness that I'm starting to draw too much from her canon AU self. So it's a tricky line to walk, I suppose.
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I do think that the imbalance between canon and app definitely hurt you here and cleaning that up would help. It also sounds like this is a case of a very extreme canon, where Rika is only not cruel by comparison, and that's definitely causing a disconnect between us. But I hope you don't feel pushed to call her something she's not! A little more explanation, whatever term you pick, would probably clear this up.
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Annd that was all in from me. Rika the app was a bit long, but you got the voice down perfectly.
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I know playing a character with multiple sides is hard, in fact the voting system is geared against it, and also you can run up against the catch 22 of not putting enough of the character in the canon to please everyone, or too much and then getting voted out for not showing the side in the canon. Or like what happened here and you tried to fit it all in and it went too long. But. Don't get discouraged. I think you can pull this off if you give it another go.
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(please berate the butts cast and make us bathe)
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HAVEN'T VOTED ON THE DUPTHERE IS NO DUP, I AM BLIND. but everyone else IN.Wibbled on Rika! The app was on the long side and the attitude doesn't match the canon unless they read the spoilers. I think it may have worked better if you'd mentioned the spoilers were important to the sample app itself.
And I'm canonblind, but I don't think (despite spoilers) that she's been on a zombie camp before, so maybe you could've focused on how new it all is.
THAT SAID. There is a very clear portrayal of her voice and personality. So, yes. Voted it IN.
OKAY VOTED IN THE TWO APPS I WAS MISSING, SO ALL IN.
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(Anonymous) 2012-06-17 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: RIka apper
Good luck ♥!
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