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<b>Your Name/Alias:</b> Read
<b>Age:</b> 23
<b>Character:</b> Izumi Shingo
<b>Series:</b> Kamen Rider OOO
<b>Character Age:</b> 25
<b>Job:</b> Ornithological Counselor
<small><b>Canon:</b> <i> Eight hundred years ago at the behest of a king, a group of alchemists created beings that feed off of human desire called Greeed and a belt system by which he could control that power called OOO. However, the king abused their power and lost his life and the beings were sealed away until the present day, when they were awakened. After which they promptly blew up a museum, took out an entire platoon of a private police force, and started doing their Greeed thing by gaining power through exploiting human desire. Hino Eiji, inheritor of the OOO belt, is roped into helping stop them by Ankh, a rogue fire-elemental bird Greeed who was incorrectly resurrected and exists only as a right arm.
That’s where Shingo comes in. One of the first police officers on the scene after the Greeeds’ initial rampage, he was left severely injured, unconscious and dying. Ankh takes this opportunity to possess his weakened body and use it to his own ends, but Shingo himself is checked out--mostly. Shingo is awake and aware the whole time Ankh’s in control, but unable to take back possession of his body. Once Ankh is temporarily gone and in trouble, we see the real Shingo, polite and kind, with a strong sense of duty; he’s willing to do anything to help save a civilian, up to and including getting his arm snapped by a lead pipe and, well, crashing a car into a giant monster. He also feels strongly that everyone deserves a chance to have their desires, partially-resurrected bird monsters included. Shingo goes so far as to worry about Ankh, and even after Ankh re-possesses him through the end of the series, he doesn’t seem angry about the whole ordeal afterward. Being forced to observe and do nothing more for nearly a year seemed to mellow him out--any weird situation doesn’t seem to really faze him anymore.</i></small>
<b>Sample:</b>
Well, this is quite a welcome. I can’t say I’ve ever been to a camp before, but I wasn’t aware that even one fire-breathing duck would be part of the population, let alone a flock of them. Is the name for a group of ducks still a flock? Either way, it’s still too many fire-breathing ducks to be in my cabin at once, even if it does remind me of home. It’s not the first time I’ve seen your kind, after all.
I thought I was going to be coming here for a new case, and weirder ones tend to be my specialty nowadays, but getting a new job wasn’t quite what I was expecting. ‘Ornithological Counselor,’ huh? Technically, I’ve been doing that while I was possessed for nearly a year anyway, so I don’t see how it’ll be that much of a change of pace, especially if this is a sample. I have to admit, for birds who stay in my room, you’re far more polite than what I’m used to. However, it isn’t very polite to set my things on fire--or me, <i>ow</i>, please stop.
I think, as a counselor, I should be able to talk to you to see <i>why</i> you’re setting everything on fire. Are you upset? Sad or angry? Throwing a temper tantrum because you just haven’t gotten your way? Not that I know what you want, all you’ve done is quack! But still, we should be able to work this out, because I’d really not rather have to use force here. Not that I haven’t been more injured during arrests, but being hurt by ducks is going to be a little harder to explain if I have to type up a report later.
Regardless, I hate to tell you but arson is a crime, and I just watched one of you catch my drapes on fire. ...and my bed, and part of the dresser, and since I don’t see any of you moving to put it out, this sort of property damage is just the last straw. Since I can’t tell which one of you is which, you’re all going to have to go. Still, I’ll offer you two choices. We can do this the hard way, where I take you all in to the station together, or we can do this the easy way, and I’ll take you all out for ice cream. With all this heat it’ll be a nice change of pace, and that’s what birds who spit fire like, right? Either way, you’ll be out of my room and I won’t have to figure out the proper procedure for putting handcuffs on a duck.
App got in here with 100%
<b>Age:</b> 23
<b>Character:</b> Izumi Shingo
<b>Series:</b> Kamen Rider OOO
<b>Character Age:</b> 25
<b>Job:</b> Ornithological Counselor
<small><b>Canon:</b> <i> Eight hundred years ago at the behest of a king, a group of alchemists created beings that feed off of human desire called Greeed and a belt system by which he could control that power called OOO. However, the king abused their power and lost his life and the beings were sealed away until the present day, when they were awakened. After which they promptly blew up a museum, took out an entire platoon of a private police force, and started doing their Greeed thing by gaining power through exploiting human desire. Hino Eiji, inheritor of the OOO belt, is roped into helping stop them by Ankh, a rogue fire-elemental bird Greeed who was incorrectly resurrected and exists only as a right arm.
That’s where Shingo comes in. One of the first police officers on the scene after the Greeeds’ initial rampage, he was left severely injured, unconscious and dying. Ankh takes this opportunity to possess his weakened body and use it to his own ends, but Shingo himself is checked out--mostly. Shingo is awake and aware the whole time Ankh’s in control, but unable to take back possession of his body. Once Ankh is temporarily gone and in trouble, we see the real Shingo, polite and kind, with a strong sense of duty; he’s willing to do anything to help save a civilian, up to and including getting his arm snapped by a lead pipe and, well, crashing a car into a giant monster. He also feels strongly that everyone deserves a chance to have their desires, partially-resurrected bird monsters included. Shingo goes so far as to worry about Ankh, and even after Ankh re-possesses him through the end of the series, he doesn’t seem angry about the whole ordeal afterward. Being forced to observe and do nothing more for nearly a year seemed to mellow him out--any weird situation doesn’t seem to really faze him anymore.</i></small>
<b>Sample:</b>
Well, this is quite a welcome. I can’t say I’ve ever been to a camp before, but I wasn’t aware that even one fire-breathing duck would be part of the population, let alone a flock of them. Is the name for a group of ducks still a flock? Either way, it’s still too many fire-breathing ducks to be in my cabin at once, even if it does remind me of home. It’s not the first time I’ve seen your kind, after all.
I thought I was going to be coming here for a new case, and weirder ones tend to be my specialty nowadays, but getting a new job wasn’t quite what I was expecting. ‘Ornithological Counselor,’ huh? Technically, I’ve been doing that while I was possessed for nearly a year anyway, so I don’t see how it’ll be that much of a change of pace, especially if this is a sample. I have to admit, for birds who stay in my room, you’re far more polite than what I’m used to. However, it isn’t very polite to set my things on fire--or me, <i>ow</i>, please stop.
I think, as a counselor, I should be able to talk to you to see <i>why</i> you’re setting everything on fire. Are you upset? Sad or angry? Throwing a temper tantrum because you just haven’t gotten your way? Not that I know what you want, all you’ve done is quack! But still, we should be able to work this out, because I’d really not rather have to use force here. Not that I haven’t been more injured during arrests, but being hurt by ducks is going to be a little harder to explain if I have to type up a report later.
Regardless, I hate to tell you but arson is a crime, and I just watched one of you catch my drapes on fire. ...and my bed, and part of the dresser, and since I don’t see any of you moving to put it out, this sort of property damage is just the last straw. Since I can’t tell which one of you is which, you’re all going to have to go. Still, I’ll offer you two choices. We can do this the hard way, where I take you all in to the station together, or we can do this the easy way, and I’ll take you all out for ice cream. With all this heat it’ll be a nice change of pace, and that’s what birds who spit fire like, right? Either way, you’ll be out of my room and I won’t have to figure out the proper procedure for putting handcuffs on a duck.
App got in here with 100%