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Last round! More campers!
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
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- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
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Character: Sakuta Ryuusei
Series: Kamen Rider Fourze
Character Age: ~18
Canon: Set at Amanogawa High School, Kamen Rider Fourze is
your typical super hero show following the titular Kamen Rider Fourze,
a space-themed hero, on his quest to defeat the monsters-of-the-week
known as Zodiarts and to become the man who will befriend everyone.
With students and teachers alike transforming into Zodiarts, it is up
to Fourze and his friends known as the Kamen Rider Club to find the
cause and save their comrades, preventing the end of the world as they
know it. Through the power of friendship, they are able to grow and to
fight; overcoming their weaknesses and forever strengthening their
bonds with each other.
Sakuta Ryuusei is an arrogant and overconfident exchange student whose
secret identity is that of the secondary rider for the show: Kamen
Rider Meteor. He proves to be fiercely loyal to those he considers
friends and will stop at nothing to do what he believes is right. He
is not the type to trust easily, but friends are very important to
him, to the point of being willing to kill -- or be killed -- in order
to save their lives. In spite of his somewhat cold exterior, with the
right people he comes off as somewhat awkward and silly. He is also a
skilled martial artist and he takes himself very seriously . . . even
when making Bruce Lee sounds as he fights.
Sample Post:
This is the last time I let someone convince me to be an errand boy.
That is, if "convincing" means "using underhanded methods to scare me
into submission." It's not like I wouldn't have done it if they'd
explained the job better before that. I prefer it when I'm told the
facts straight out. It's a bother having my time wasted instead of
being told right away that this letter has to go to the president of
the Kamen Rider Club in America, especially if this letter is going to
tell this Elizabeth Sayre information she needs to know about the
Zodiarts activity within her region. It doesn't matter. She'll get
this letter if it's the last thing I do.
What's with these directions? I know you're not an artist, but
seriously? They look like they were done by a five-year-old. Turn left
at stationary robot cow sleeping near Marcy? What's a Marcy? Ah, well,
if I look hard enough I might find something that vaguely resembles
this squiggly blob-Marcy-thing.
Huh, where did this shady-looking guy come from? Right. Hey, you! Do
you know where I can find the office of Ms. Sayre? I need to deliver a
letter to her. It's important, so don't waste my time with all that
moaning you're doing. No, I'm not here for the martial arts
demonstration. I'm trying to get this information to the
president so this place doesn't become Monster Central any faster than
it already is, if the sketchy "get out now" feeling I'm getting is any
indication. Look, just point out where this "Hurrghhhd" is on this
map. Yeah, I know the map is drawn badly but my friend drew it and he
did his best so I'm sticking with it, no matter what. Che, you can't
even point properly. Whatever, I'll just--oh, you have a name tag
under all that nasty swamp grime. You're the vice-president of the
Kamen Rider Club?
And here I thought you were useless. If you're the vice-president,
then you've got to know where your president is. Come on, speak up! I
don't have time for this, and I sure as hell don't have time to give
you a martial arts demonstration! So either tell me where she is or
I'll demonstrate on your face. Still not talking, huh? All right then,
I'll figure it out on my ow--hey, I told you I don't have time for
this, so back off already. I don't care if you're the vice-president,
just let go. I mean it; this is irritating enough without you adding
to it! Do the words "let go" not mean anything to you? I'm leaving,
and I'll give you one more chance to back off.
Okay, you asked for it! WACHOOOOOWW!
Character: Juan Borgia
Series: The Borgias (2011-2012 showtime series)
Character Age: About 20-ish
Canon: Rome in the Renaissance, awesome for set-pieces and costumes... and less if you want a church that's not corrupt and doesn't occasionally have a little murder problem. This is where The Borgias is set. The show focuses on the family of one Rodrigo Borgia, future pope and all around caring but kind of manipulative father. Among them count the broody cardinal who wants out of the church, the sister who has to deal with the loss of her childhood and needing to be politically savvy, the mother who has to deal with her estranged husband and children riding the bad decision dinosaur, and an egomaniac general who really needs to get out of his line of work.
"Lechery and debauchery are the very marks of nobility." So says Juan Borgia, and it's a good way to describe him. Prideful, lewd, one who revels in the limelight, at first he appears to be a playboy with a definite sketchy side. However he can be a much darker man when provoked, or just plain in a bad mood. The massive chip on his shoulder has led to issues when anyone questions his place as General of the papal army, and being the classist douchebag, braggart and liar that he is. Juan's a real piece of work that only a father can love... and even then sometimes he wants to throttle him.
Note: The Borgias is written by... well the person who did the Tudors, and so some of the language and grammar isn't period-appropriate.
Sample Post:
Are you deaf old man, I said wine, not water. I can ignore your poor state and the fact that this tavern is no more than a rotting wooden hut should I receive the proper libations, but it would require those libations to be delivered first. I don't care that you have built your business in the middle of this fetid swamp, that should've been thought of before you laid down the first log of wood. Were I you I would supply only the very finest of wine, for there is no sign of dancing women or other... entertainment for me to enjoy. Did you not hear me? Don't ignore me! I am Juan Borgia, duke of Gandia, Gonfaloniere of the Papal states! I am the son of the Pope of Rome, and you will not treat me as though I'm the common trash that you normally serve!
Oh did that offend you over there, you hairy ape? I fail to see how it isn't an apt comparison to all of you here. I see withered limbs and barbarians wearing animal hides, where you even let birds and filthy goats wander around as you partake of this swill. Will any of you contest this judgment, take arms against me, match your lacking skills against the one who commands the very armies of Rome? I think not, for I have brought men twice your strength to their very knees and heard their cries for forgiveness. Now barkeep, fetch me my wine so that I may take leave of this place. I've paid you well enough.
... I assure you of my age, and I've found no law before claiming that one has to be a proper man when ordering such things. The age you ask for is quite irregular, by twenty-one most have families and have made names for themselves. To say that I couldn't have even drunk at my wedding is logic that I'd expect only out of a festering skull like yours. What further proof do you need? Doesn't this crest on my armor show you well enough of my station? Do I need to divest you of your other limbs to get across my sincerity? I can you know, and no goat, no ape, no pathetic waste of a man drag me from this-
Let me back in! ...Well, clarity of water does lead to clarity of mind. Let those wretches have their drink, I wouldn't have taken it anyway. I bet it's gone sour.
Character: Alexis Thi Dang
Series: Transformers Armada
Character Age: 16
She is taken during the 10 year time gap between Armada and Energon, specifically A few years after Alexis travels to Cybertron as part of the human delegation in 2012.
At the beginning of Armada she was 11.
Canon: Transformers, Robots in Disguise! You know the drill: Giant Robots come to Earth, Kids meet said Giant Robots, and then plenty of adventures and fighting ensues. In this rendition of the Plot, Alexis is marked as the sole voice of reason among her idiot friends, and so of course is typically ignored until after the fact. Who said notto explore the cramp twisting caves of the Nebraska desert? She did, that's who! And when Giant Alien Robots appeared and tried to use them as action figures, of course it was her that yelled at them to move their butts if they want to keep them. Besides possessing the gift of common sense, she is rather intelligent and is not afraid to make use of this, though sometimes at the expense of the boys' morale. There are times she is able to get a real sense of the type of person someone is, and times in which she will brush her friends off (can you blame her though? They were being annoying and stupid again! She can't always have the patience to deal with them.)
When she isn't playing babysitter, it is with optimism and confidence that she hope that she holds on to and allows her to reach out to and connect with Starscream, and be able to trust him again after his betrayal. That trust was strong enough for her to risk going back to retrieve her good luck charm, despite being trapped in the Writhing Tentacle Infested guts of a planet sized robot. She knew she didn't have to fear, because she had faith the Decepticon of questionable motives would not allow her to be harmed. That, or she caught a sudden case of stupid from the company she keeps. Regardless, even after grieving for said Emobot a few days later, she and company manage to find themselves inside the tentacle gut again but this time help in destroying it and bringing PEACE and HAPPINESS to the GALAXY!
Then 10 years later, Transformers Energon happened (though we do not speak of that).
Sample Post:
Can anyone explain why all the squirrels seem to have a personal vendetta against me? I mean, I can sorta understand the gorillas throwing their feces at me and the... metal 'cowpies'. Sure, that's behavior more typical of chimpanzees than gorillas, but with how this place is, a little poo slinging seems almost normal.
But what in Cybertron's name is wrong with the squirrels? I can't even peek out a window without seeing one of the little rats leering at me with it's beady eyes and fluff, and forget about stepping outside! I've been covered in so many shades of glitter I've practically become a walking rainbow. At least with the gorillas I get a warning, and I don't have to worry about being pelted within walking distance of my cabin.
All that? I can deal with. What I can't deal with is Not Getting to Sleep.
Do you know how long it's been since I've gotten to have a decent rest? Three weeks. Three weeks of chittering and chattering and sounds that SQUIRRELS should not make at night- and they sure as hell shouldn't be redecorating your room with questionable images the moment you start to sleep. Images of GOOD FRIENDS who do not have that type of equipment. Nor do they possess any interest in cross species relationships. Not only would that physically maim and probably kill them, there is such a concept of hot metal, electrical burns- it just doesn't work, okay?
Just, really? None of this makes any sense- NONE. Please tell me I'm not the only one being harassed like this- I want to believe I'm not, but I'm sure If would've heard something by now if that was the case. Is there something I should know? Some kind of squirrel repellant or traps? Maybe my cabin is located on some kind of sacred squirrel burial ground? If so, tell me! Any of those would make some kind of sense, and that'll give me some kind of start to getting rid of them.
Look, I'm willing to pay you or owe you a favor, I just need to get these things either away from me or gone. It doesn't even have to be forever, just long enough for an okay nights sleep. I don't care how it's done or how many people it takes; at this point I'm even okay if it is somewhat inhumane or questionable. I've already tried lacing their nuts with rat poison, but all that did was turn them purple.
Please. I'm begging you guys! I need to sleep.
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!
Character: Sakuta Ryuusei
Series: Kamen Rider Fourze
Character Age: ~18
Canon: Set at Amanogawa High School, Kamen Rider Fourze is
your typical super hero show following the titular Kamen Rider Fourze,
a space-themed hero, on his quest to defeat the monsters-of-the-week
known as Zodiarts and to become the man who will befriend everyone.
With students and teachers alike transforming into Zodiarts, it is up
to Fourze and his friends known as the Kamen Rider Club to find the
cause and save their comrades, preventing the end of the world as they
know it. Through the power of friendship, they are able to grow and to
fight; overcoming their weaknesses and forever strengthening their
bonds with each other.
Sakuta Ryuusei is an arrogant and overconfident exchange student whose
secret identity is that of the secondary rider for the show: Kamen
Rider Meteor. He proves to be fiercely loyal to those he considers
friends and will stop at nothing to do what he believes is right. He
is not the type to trust easily, but friends are very important to
him, to the point of being willing to kill -- or be killed -- in order
to save their lives. In spite of his somewhat cold exterior, with the
right people he comes off as somewhat awkward and silly. He is also a
skilled martial artist and he takes himself very seriously . . . even
when making Bruce Lee sounds as he fights.
Sample Post:
This is the last time I let someone convince me to be an errand boy.
That is, if "convincing" means "using underhanded methods to scare me
into submission." It's not like I wouldn't have done it if they'd
explained the job better before that. I prefer it when I'm told the
facts straight out. It's a bother having my time wasted instead of
being told right away that this letter has to go to the president of
the Kamen Rider Club in America, especially if this letter is going to
tell this Elizabeth Sayre information she needs to know about the
Zodiarts activity within her region. It doesn't matter. She'll get
this letter if it's the last thing I do.
What's with these directions? I know you're not an artist, but
seriously? They look like they were done by a five-year-old. Turn left
at stationary robot cow sleeping near Marcy? What's a Marcy? Ah, well,
if I look hard enough I might find something that vaguely resembles
this squiggly blob-Marcy-thing.
Huh, where did this shady-looking guy come from? Right. Hey, you! Do
you know where I can find the office of Ms. Sayre? I need to deliver a
letter to her. It's important, so don't waste my time with all that
moaning you're doing. No, I'm not here for the martial arts
demonstration. I'm trying to get this information to the
president so this place doesn't become Monster Central any faster than
it already is, if the sketchy "get out now" feeling I'm getting is any
indication. Look, just point out where this "Hurrghhhd" is on this
map. Yeah, I know the map is drawn badly but my friend drew it and he
did his best so I'm sticking with it, no matter what. Che, you can't
even point properly. Whatever, I'll just--oh, you have a name tag
under all that nasty swamp grime. You're the vice-president of the
Kamen Rider Club?
And here I thought you were useless. If you're the vice-president,
then you've got to know where your president is. Come on, speak up! I
don't have time for this, and I sure as hell don't have time to give
you a martial arts demonstration! So either tell me where she is or
I'll demonstrate on your face. Still not talking, huh? All right then,
I'll figure it out on my ow--hey, I told you I don't have time for
this, so back off already. I don't care if you're the vice-president,
just let go. I mean it; this is irritating enough without you adding
to it! Do the words "let go" not mean anything to you? I'm leaving,
and I'll give you one more chance to back off.
Okay, you asked for it! WACHOOOOOWW!
Poll #11648 Vote!
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 43
In or out?
Character: Juan Borgia
Series: The Borgias (2011-2012 showtime series)
Character Age: About 20-ish
Canon: Rome in the Renaissance, awesome for set-pieces and costumes... and less if you want a church that's not corrupt and doesn't occasionally have a little murder problem. This is where The Borgias is set. The show focuses on the family of one Rodrigo Borgia, future pope and all around caring but kind of manipulative father. Among them count the broody cardinal who wants out of the church, the sister who has to deal with the loss of her childhood and needing to be politically savvy, the mother who has to deal with her estranged husband and children riding the bad decision dinosaur, and an egomaniac general who really needs to get out of his line of work.
"Lechery and debauchery are the very marks of nobility." So says Juan Borgia, and it's a good way to describe him. Prideful, lewd, one who revels in the limelight, at first he appears to be a playboy with a definite sketchy side. However he can be a much darker man when provoked, or just plain in a bad mood. The massive chip on his shoulder has led to issues when anyone questions his place as General of the papal army, and being the classist douchebag, braggart and liar that he is. Juan's a real piece of work that only a father can love... and even then sometimes he wants to throttle him.
Note: The Borgias is written by... well the person who did the Tudors, and so some of the language and grammar isn't period-appropriate.
Sample Post:
Are you deaf old man, I said wine, not water. I can ignore your poor state and the fact that this tavern is no more than a rotting wooden hut should I receive the proper libations, but it would require those libations to be delivered first. I don't care that you have built your business in the middle of this fetid swamp, that should've been thought of before you laid down the first log of wood. Were I you I would supply only the very finest of wine, for there is no sign of dancing women or other... entertainment for me to enjoy. Did you not hear me? Don't ignore me! I am Juan Borgia, duke of Gandia, Gonfaloniere of the Papal states! I am the son of the Pope of Rome, and you will not treat me as though I'm the common trash that you normally serve!
Oh did that offend you over there, you hairy ape? I fail to see how it isn't an apt comparison to all of you here. I see withered limbs and barbarians wearing animal hides, where you even let birds and filthy goats wander around as you partake of this swill. Will any of you contest this judgment, take arms against me, match your lacking skills against the one who commands the very armies of Rome? I think not, for I have brought men twice your strength to their very knees and heard their cries for forgiveness. Now barkeep, fetch me my wine so that I may take leave of this place. I've paid you well enough.
... I assure you of my age, and I've found no law before claiming that one has to be a proper man when ordering such things. The age you ask for is quite irregular, by twenty-one most have families and have made names for themselves. To say that I couldn't have even drunk at my wedding is logic that I'd expect only out of a festering skull like yours. What further proof do you need? Doesn't this crest on my armor show you well enough of my station? Do I need to divest you of your other limbs to get across my sincerity? I can you know, and no goat, no ape, no pathetic waste of a man drag me from this-
Let me back in! ...Well, clarity of water does lead to clarity of mind. Let those wretches have their drink, I wouldn't have taken it anyway. I bet it's gone sour.
Poll #11649 Vote!
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 43
In or out?
Character: Alexis Thi Dang
Series: Transformers Armada
Character Age: 16
She is taken during the 10 year time gap between Armada and Energon, specifically A few years after Alexis travels to Cybertron as part of the human delegation in 2012.
At the beginning of Armada she was 11.
Canon: Transformers, Robots in Disguise! You know the drill: Giant Robots come to Earth, Kids meet said Giant Robots, and then plenty of adventures and fighting ensues. In this rendition of the Plot, Alexis is marked as the sole voice of reason among her idiot friends, and so of course is typically ignored until after the fact. Who said notto explore the cramp twisting caves of the Nebraska desert? She did, that's who! And when Giant Alien Robots appeared and tried to use them as action figures, of course it was her that yelled at them to move their butts if they want to keep them. Besides possessing the gift of common sense, she is rather intelligent and is not afraid to make use of this, though sometimes at the expense of the boys' morale. There are times she is able to get a real sense of the type of person someone is, and times in which she will brush her friends off (can you blame her though? They were being annoying and stupid again! She can't always have the patience to deal with them.)
When she isn't playing babysitter, it is with optimism and confidence that she hope that she holds on to and allows her to reach out to and connect with Starscream, and be able to trust him again after his betrayal. That trust was strong enough for her to risk going back to retrieve her good luck charm, despite being trapped in the Writhing Tentacle Infested guts of a planet sized robot. She knew she didn't have to fear, because she had faith the Decepticon of questionable motives would not allow her to be harmed. That, or she caught a sudden case of stupid from the company she keeps. Regardless, even after grieving for said Emobot a few days later, she and company manage to find themselves inside the tentacle gut again but this time help in destroying it and bringing PEACE and HAPPINESS to the GALAXY!
Then 10 years later, Transformers Energon happened (though we do not speak of that).
Sample Post:
Can anyone explain why all the squirrels seem to have a personal vendetta against me? I mean, I can sorta understand the gorillas throwing their feces at me and the... metal 'cowpies'. Sure, that's behavior more typical of chimpanzees than gorillas, but with how this place is, a little poo slinging seems almost normal.
But what in Cybertron's name is wrong with the squirrels? I can't even peek out a window without seeing one of the little rats leering at me with it's beady eyes and fluff, and forget about stepping outside! I've been covered in so many shades of glitter I've practically become a walking rainbow. At least with the gorillas I get a warning, and I don't have to worry about being pelted within walking distance of my cabin.
All that? I can deal with. What I can't deal with is Not Getting to Sleep.
Do you know how long it's been since I've gotten to have a decent rest? Three weeks. Three weeks of chittering and chattering and sounds that SQUIRRELS should not make at night- and they sure as hell shouldn't be redecorating your room with questionable images the moment you start to sleep. Images of GOOD FRIENDS who do not have that type of equipment. Nor do they possess any interest in cross species relationships. Not only would that physically maim and probably kill them, there is such a concept of hot metal, electrical burns- it just doesn't work, okay?
Just, really? None of this makes any sense- NONE. Please tell me I'm not the only one being harassed like this- I want to believe I'm not, but I'm sure If would've heard something by now if that was the case. Is there something I should know? Some kind of squirrel repellant or traps? Maybe my cabin is located on some kind of sacred squirrel burial ground? If so, tell me! Any of those would make some kind of sense, and that'll give me some kind of start to getting rid of them.
Look, I'm willing to pay you or owe you a favor, I just need to get these things either away from me or gone. It doesn't even have to be forever, just long enough for an okay nights sleep. I don't care how it's done or how many people it takes; at this point I'm even okay if it is somewhat inhumane or questionable. I've already tried lacing their nuts with rat poison, but all that did was turn them purple.
Please. I'm begging you guys! I need to sleep.
Poll #11650 Vote!
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 41
In or out?
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