August 23rd, 2009 (11:05 am)
Character: Kaname Kuran
Series: Vampire Knight
Character Age: 19
Canon: Past all the Interviews, the Slayers and the sparkling druggie metaphors, Vampire Knight comes as yet another addition to the realm of vampire fiction. As shoujo romance goes, you may have heard this story before: three people in a love triangle with an indeterminate number of photo-allergic bloodsuckers amongst them. While the series is really just "lol vampires," the world it's set in is a much darker and violent place - one in which Kaname has a mysterious yet vital part. A refined and popular figure among both the human Day Class and the vampire Night Class at the academy he attends, very little goes by without him knowing. Maintaining the peace between the two Classes are the school guardians and other sides of the love triangle, Zero and Yuuki. While Kaname's motivations are murky, his love for Yuuki is clear as day.
The Night Class students look upon an intelligent and charismatic Kaname as their beloved leader. The vampire society's Council of Ancients consider him a potential pawn in their bid for power. Yuuki has seen him as her hero since he saved her from a wild vampire as a child. Outside of closed doors, he is a prince among vampires, one who is arrogant, strong-willed and direct, yet gentle towards those who are weaker. However, he is a man of many facets, including and not limited to lonely, possessive, and ruthless, especially in matters relating to Yuuki and her mysterious past. Over the course of the last ten years he has kept secrets and manipulated people like chess pieces for an ulterior motive. Whatever his goal might be, there is no doubt he has gathered the power and the people to make it happen.
Note: Vampires have a hierarchy with Level A as the highest and most civil, and E as the worst and most monstrous.
Sample Post:
While having normal humans living beside those who are not is a familiar concept, the director may need to reconsider this Camp. The gorillas may be brutally efficient and toucans can be quite persuasive with their line of thought, but the local living dead have little to offer to this world. I had not encountered something lower than a Level E vampire before, but this endless hunger for flesh and brains, decrepit nature, and overall disregard for personal hygiene would rate as low as an F-minus. If you, Madam Director, are looking to amass allies, I should suggest recruiting those who are of a more collected state, precarious as it may be. And as much as I appreciate the assistance from Miss Zombie on my way through the swamps, the attempts to mask her state of decay behind extensive use of body glitter is not only unconvincing but somehow oddly insulting.
I should have known I was lost when I arrived here. The first sign of intelligence I chanced upon came from a crowd of ladies who attired themselves in the latest fashion trends, and claimed knowledge on current events and hot topics. However, their intellect was questionable, as they insisted on calling me Cullen despite informing them it was Kaname Kuran. ...I suppose the severe lack of most of their heads may have been a further clue on their ability to reason. Difficult as it was to get information from them, the ladies insisted on showing me the way towards the mountains. As impressive or "romantic" a sight it might have been, a detour was not needed. When asking for the way back to the main road their answer was, simply, that there was no u-turn.
Never have I experienced such a ridiculous scenario. Yet moments later, a pack of gorillas calling themselves vampire slayers joined us. We were detained, but when the sun rose they released me - apparently I did not dazzle them. Humiliating. If they wanted to be struck dumb, then I would certainly oblige with their swift end - but before I could, the ladies threatened to petition against this treatment. Oddly enough... this worked. The beasts begged my pardon and offered an Apologetic Unit in repayment, but I have no use for foreign currency. Having no further desire to mingle with this crowd, I left before the situation got hairy.
And sometime much later I met Miss Zombie here, to my mild relief. She even guided me to the camp without delay. Please excuse my earlier behavior, and ignore what the toucans may say about staring deep into a "liquid crimson gaze" to read my heart. I speak to you now, and as the Madam Director may be able to discern from this experience, simply one person with more than half a brain is far more valuable than a horde of lesser creatures with none. While both the living dead and I share some unusual tastes, our similarities end there. It would be in your better interest to have someone articulate to aid you, should you somehow lose your way as I did. Now, Madam Director, if you are willing speak business on the rest of this place, I may have several suggestions...
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app round (51/51 - 100%?!)