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moveyourdeadfrosCharacter: Brook.
Series: One Piece.
Job: Mood Enhancer and Lifter of Spirits.
Character age: Dead for over fifty years and still going strong!
Canon: Meet 'Dead Bones' Brook. He's friendly. He's irreverent. He's a musician, prone to silly behaviour, puns and being an all-around nice, sociable kind of guy. He's a people-person at heart who loves company and deeply cherishes his friends; you could actually say he's one of the nicest pirates you could ever hope to meet on the seven seas. You could also say he's dead. Dead as a doornail in fact, nothing left but the very bones. But don't worry: he doesn't let it get to him, so neither should you let it get to you.
Despite losing everything he holds dear, his friends, his life, even his very soul, Dead Bones Brook is not one to give in to despair. Always ready to seize even the smallest glimmer of hope that he is offered, he is an optimist at heart who refuses to let outer circumstances get to him. Wether a crazy scientist has stolen his soul to power his super-zombies or he has been left alone for over fifty years is inconsequential, for Brook's views on what is important in life are set more solid than the calcium of the bones he's made of. Armed with a never-say-die attitude, impressive fencing skills and an even more impressive arsenal of horrible body-themed puns and merry little tunes to whistle when courage is hard to find, this jovial gentleman (at least in his own mind) skeleton just might have what it takes to reclaim his lost soul and sail the seas again… if he can overcome his fear of the undead. And the fact that if he wants what few friends of his that are still alive to recognise him, he must protect his humongous afro from being damaged in the slightest way. Death may not worry him, but he COULD live without the complications that seized cellular division bring to him. It's hard being a hero in a shonen retard comic when your broken bones REMAIN broken no matter HOW many band-aids are put upon them.
Sample Post:
… Ah, Madam Marcy, is it? Pleasure to meet you. My name is Brook, Dead Bones Brook, and I am here on behalf of your coworkers who say you have been feeling quite down lately? Well, say goodbye to days spent in gloom and depression, for lo and behold! I have this very day forcibly and against my will been hired as Camp's Official Mood Enhancer and will turn your frown upside down much like you seem to be hanging me upside down and ashkdldh I WOULD KINDLY LIKE TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT THIS PELVIS IS OUTPUT ONLY MADAM asdglj… yes, you heard me right. Output only… madam, if you would kindly put me down and stop making this whole 'abduction' thing any harder on me, I would gladly regal you with tales of how my digestive system works until the wee hours of the morning, but please. Let us first get to the part where we put me down. Then we can get to part where you stop probing my… those are pelvis holes, madam. No madam, I don't really feel that, lack of nerves and whatnot.
Ah, thank you. You know, you have a rather confrontational attitude my fair lady, and that helps neither of us. Let us start over, no? As I said before, my name is Brook, and I am here to make sure YOUR mood is enhanced by the end of this conversation. I understand there is plenty in this place to feel bad about, such as kidnappings and lack of freshwater and having to live next to a volcano when you're a creature of the sea and how does that makes any biological sense… oh, and of course. A Certain Rule. Without any proper partners you have been forced to squabble for whatever random strangers pass your way… and from what I hear you can't even do THAT as of late because the gentlemen in question are either too knowledgeable to your tricks or… not really appreciative of your womanly… charms. There is something in the water alright, and she's enough to frighten men away from a woman's loving embrace for good I'll saAAAAAAYYYYyyyyy…
… Ah, pardon me madam! Truly, my tongue slipped, RIGHT OUT OF MY SKULL YOU COULD SAY! Yoohohoho ashkdl there are no need for the heartfelt back pats, I didn't need that thoracic curve anyway madam, I'm capable of silence on my own. But, really, I do apologize for my hurtful words… but I must say that it seems to me you hold no small responsibility for your reputation, my lady. See… I do want to help you madam. Hear me out. Only yesterday, I was fighting to reclaim something very precious that was stolen from me, and between me and it was a veritable army of the ravenous undead! I faced the horde head on with my fierce war dance which to the uninitiated might seem like panicked flailing but is most certainly not and EVEN IF IT WAS I was most certainly justified because honestly, what IS more frightening than an army of the walking dea… oh, yes, very funny. Well for your information, mine knew how to not only walk in brisk paces, but also talk. And sing. And dance. Those horrible, horrible disco-filled nights. NO man should suffer that. Ever.
Anyhow, I was about to approach the final hurdle on my path when suddenly, my entire world was turned upside down by zombies garbed in black… and armed with abilities far beyond even MY comprehension. They sneaked up behind me… well, not SILENTLY since they WERE decomposing zombies so it was more like schploshing steps, but snuck up on me hey somehow did… and besieged me with a volley of rancid dairy products from their udders. Turned into cows they did, all of them. Very unpiratey. Seeing as I could not bear my afro to suffer such 'udder' devastation I surrendered and was brought here, to this nightmarish garden of wonders… and then they say the third time's the 'charm'. Bah. Must be the cologne. 'Will attract desirable elements' my exceptionally bony behind. And then I had to take on a job to earn my keep when it was I who had been wrongfully abducted! To tell the truth I was partial to the one labelled 'Motherfucking Rockstar' until I remembered I knew nothing of masonry and what I knew of the first part isn't exactly skills I can apply practically any more, and I am CERTAIN those long waving tentacles means you're just DYING for me to get to the point which I shall now! Friendship!
By all means I have the right to feel depressed, just like you no doubt feel depressed about your lack of another tentacled beast's loving embrace. But My Lady Marcy… this situation is only as bad as we allow it to be! For if we allow despair to cling to our hearts, we will forget the little things in front of us that make life worth living! In our perceived solitude and isolation, we lash out against our surroundings and maybe occasionally we hurt or maim or probe someone we didn't mean to probe. We make mistakes… and we fall and stumble ever deeper into darkness. It's human to err. But it's also human to hold out a helping hand to those who err. I want to be that hand to you, Lady Marcy. I know how it feels, the pain of solitude and isolation, and when I read about you and all the other who are trapped in here, I made up mind! I will stay here, and even if I will miss my opportunity to reclaim that which I had lost it will be alright if I can give something to others! If my actions and words can somehow ease another trapped and lonely spirit in this place… then I won't mind being a prisoner. I believe that if I can remain positive, Lady Marcy, so can you! We could make this seemingly hellish swampland a paradise, a garden of Eden! And it all starts by holding out a helping hand…
… And then having it ripped off and thrown into the woods. No. No, that is NOT how we start. Here I come with a heart full of pure intentionsexcept not really because I lost my heart somewhere around the Florian triangle BUT LET'S NOT MARK WORDS NOW, and what do I get? I give you an opportunity and you give me mutilation! Truly, if you choose not to listen to me just because I don't have, oh, long, flowing hair or flawless mango skin or bugger-able orifices then you, you… well, you deserve your reputation! I wish you a good day madam, while I go to help those with real, actual problems! Like these, what does the list say, Laser Alligators, who are feeling down because the… Laser Dragons have made them obsolete and no one remembers them.
… Come on Brook, a few years at most in the company of fools is better than fifty years of solitude, you know that. You can do it, just remember to keep a stiff upper lip on your person at all times. There has got to be enough zombies to keep you with a steady supply of those for YEARS.
78.7 voted in. That is... far more than it deserved, if I' am to be honest. NEVERTHELESS, I will simply have to do better in-game than in my apps!
Series: One Piece.
Job: Mood Enhancer and Lifter of Spirits.
Character age: Dead for over fifty years and still going strong!
Canon: Meet 'Dead Bones' Brook. He's friendly. He's irreverent. He's a musician, prone to silly behaviour, puns and being an all-around nice, sociable kind of guy. He's a people-person at heart who loves company and deeply cherishes his friends; you could actually say he's one of the nicest pirates you could ever hope to meet on the seven seas. You could also say he's dead. Dead as a doornail in fact, nothing left but the very bones. But don't worry: he doesn't let it get to him, so neither should you let it get to you.
Despite losing everything he holds dear, his friends, his life, even his very soul, Dead Bones Brook is not one to give in to despair. Always ready to seize even the smallest glimmer of hope that he is offered, he is an optimist at heart who refuses to let outer circumstances get to him. Wether a crazy scientist has stolen his soul to power his super-zombies or he has been left alone for over fifty years is inconsequential, for Brook's views on what is important in life are set more solid than the calcium of the bones he's made of. Armed with a never-say-die attitude, impressive fencing skills and an even more impressive arsenal of horrible body-themed puns and merry little tunes to whistle when courage is hard to find, this jovial gentleman (at least in his own mind) skeleton just might have what it takes to reclaim his lost soul and sail the seas again… if he can overcome his fear of the undead. And the fact that if he wants what few friends of his that are still alive to recognise him, he must protect his humongous afro from being damaged in the slightest way. Death may not worry him, but he COULD live without the complications that seized cellular division bring to him. It's hard being a hero in a shonen retard comic when your broken bones REMAIN broken no matter HOW many band-aids are put upon them.
Sample Post:
… Ah, Madam Marcy, is it? Pleasure to meet you. My name is Brook, Dead Bones Brook, and I am here on behalf of your coworkers who say you have been feeling quite down lately? Well, say goodbye to days spent in gloom and depression, for lo and behold! I have this very day forcibly and against my will been hired as Camp's Official Mood Enhancer and will turn your frown upside down much like you seem to be hanging me upside down and ashkdldh I WOULD KINDLY LIKE TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT THIS PELVIS IS OUTPUT ONLY MADAM asdglj… yes, you heard me right. Output only… madam, if you would kindly put me down and stop making this whole 'abduction' thing any harder on me, I would gladly regal you with tales of how my digestive system works until the wee hours of the morning, but please. Let us first get to the part where we put me down. Then we can get to part where you stop probing my… those are pelvis holes, madam. No madam, I don't really feel that, lack of nerves and whatnot.
Ah, thank you. You know, you have a rather confrontational attitude my fair lady, and that helps neither of us. Let us start over, no? As I said before, my name is Brook, and I am here to make sure YOUR mood is enhanced by the end of this conversation. I understand there is plenty in this place to feel bad about, such as kidnappings and lack of freshwater and having to live next to a volcano when you're a creature of the sea and how does that makes any biological sense… oh, and of course. A Certain Rule. Without any proper partners you have been forced to squabble for whatever random strangers pass your way… and from what I hear you can't even do THAT as of late because the gentlemen in question are either too knowledgeable to your tricks or… not really appreciative of your womanly… charms. There is something in the water alright, and she's enough to frighten men away from a woman's loving embrace for good I'll saAAAAAAYYYYyyyyy…
… Ah, pardon me madam! Truly, my tongue slipped, RIGHT OUT OF MY SKULL YOU COULD SAY! Yoohohoho ashkdl there are no need for the heartfelt back pats, I didn't need that thoracic curve anyway madam, I'm capable of silence on my own. But, really, I do apologize for my hurtful words… but I must say that it seems to me you hold no small responsibility for your reputation, my lady. See… I do want to help you madam. Hear me out. Only yesterday, I was fighting to reclaim something very precious that was stolen from me, and between me and it was a veritable army of the ravenous undead! I faced the horde head on with my fierce war dance which to the uninitiated might seem like panicked flailing but is most certainly not and EVEN IF IT WAS I was most certainly justified because honestly, what IS more frightening than an army of the walking dea… oh, yes, very funny. Well for your information, mine knew how to not only walk in brisk paces, but also talk. And sing. And dance. Those horrible, horrible disco-filled nights. NO man should suffer that. Ever.
Anyhow, I was about to approach the final hurdle on my path when suddenly, my entire world was turned upside down by zombies garbed in black… and armed with abilities far beyond even MY comprehension. They sneaked up behind me… well, not SILENTLY since they WERE decomposing zombies so it was more like schploshing steps, but snuck up on me hey somehow did… and besieged me with a volley of rancid dairy products from their udders. Turned into cows they did, all of them. Very unpiratey. Seeing as I could not bear my afro to suffer such 'udder' devastation I surrendered and was brought here, to this nightmarish garden of wonders… and then they say the third time's the 'charm'. Bah. Must be the cologne. 'Will attract desirable elements' my exceptionally bony behind. And then I had to take on a job to earn my keep when it was I who had been wrongfully abducted! To tell the truth I was partial to the one labelled 'Motherfucking Rockstar' until I remembered I knew nothing of masonry and what I knew of the first part isn't exactly skills I can apply practically any more, and I am CERTAIN those long waving tentacles means you're just DYING for me to get to the point which I shall now! Friendship!
By all means I have the right to feel depressed, just like you no doubt feel depressed about your lack of another tentacled beast's loving embrace. But My Lady Marcy… this situation is only as bad as we allow it to be! For if we allow despair to cling to our hearts, we will forget the little things in front of us that make life worth living! In our perceived solitude and isolation, we lash out against our surroundings and maybe occasionally we hurt or maim or probe someone we didn't mean to probe. We make mistakes… and we fall and stumble ever deeper into darkness. It's human to err. But it's also human to hold out a helping hand to those who err. I want to be that hand to you, Lady Marcy. I know how it feels, the pain of solitude and isolation, and when I read about you and all the other who are trapped in here, I made up mind! I will stay here, and even if I will miss my opportunity to reclaim that which I had lost it will be alright if I can give something to others! If my actions and words can somehow ease another trapped and lonely spirit in this place… then I won't mind being a prisoner. I believe that if I can remain positive, Lady Marcy, so can you! We could make this seemingly hellish swampland a paradise, a garden of Eden! And it all starts by holding out a helping hand…
… And then having it ripped off and thrown into the woods. No. No, that is NOT how we start. Here I come with a heart full of pure intentionsexcept not really because I lost my heart somewhere around the Florian triangle BUT LET'S NOT MARK WORDS NOW, and what do I get? I give you an opportunity and you give me mutilation! Truly, if you choose not to listen to me just because I don't have, oh, long, flowing hair or flawless mango skin or bugger-able orifices then you, you… well, you deserve your reputation! I wish you a good day madam, while I go to help those with real, actual problems! Like these, what does the list say, Laser Alligators, who are feeling down because the… Laser Dragons have made them obsolete and no one remembers them.
… Come on Brook, a few years at most in the company of fools is better than fifty years of solitude, you know that. You can do it, just remember to keep a stiff upper lip on your person at all times. There has got to be enough zombies to keep you with a steady supply of those for YEARS.
78.7 voted in. That is... far more than it deserved, if I' am to be honest. NEVERTHELESS, I will simply have to do better in-game than in my apps!
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Date: 2009-08-26 11:33 pm (UTC)And don't worry master Sanji, no matter what endeavors and rendezvous you may have in the future know that Brook shall always stand by you and support your life-style choices!~
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Date: 2010-12-14 10:17 am (UTC)[And I feel like such a stalker now]