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Jul. 15th, 2012 12:18 amCharacter: Kamio Akira
Series: Prince of Tennis
Character Age: 13
Canon: Prince of Tennis is, at face value, your average sports manga about a boy, Echizen Ryoma, and the Seigaku tennis team on their journey to compete at the National Tournament. With a cast of well over 100 recurring characters, there's a little something for everyone. Friendships are made, rivalries are born, the laws of physics are defied, and sometimes they play tennis. Fudoumine Junior High is first introduced as an unseeded rival school with a violent reputation, with their lineup consisting almost entirely of second-year students.
Kamio Akira is the vice-captain of Fudoumine Junior High's men’s tennis club. He is known for playing his games as high-paced and efficiently as possible, which earned him the title of Fudomine’s Speed Ace. Although he lacks physical power and stamina, he more than makes up for it with sheer willpower and his desire to do the best he can. He is generally an all-around nice guy, but he has a foul mouth and his temper tends to get the best of him. He gets cranky easily,and sometimes doubts his own self-worth . . . but he is also the type to learn from his mistakes and do whatever he can to overcome his faults and weaknesses.
Sample Post:
Argh. Where the hell am I? I remember getting on the bus and I guess I remember falling asleep at some point after they decided Disney karaoke was a good idea, but then . . . nothing. This seems suspiciously like the plot of some movie where I'm going to get thrown random weapons and told to go kill everyone. Nah, that wouldn't happen. The government doesn't hate us that much. So what the heck is going on? Did I get dumped in the Twilight Zone or something? Is that why my phone isn't working? I came here for tennis camp, not to stand around looking like an idiot in the middle of nowhere. I don't remember them saying anything about there being a dairy near camp, so what's with all the cows? Am I really in camp, and they just decided that "tennis training" equals "survive in wild, kill own food, sleep outdoors, because that is how real men toughen up"? Give me a break!
Hey, guys? You got me. The joke's on me; you can come out now. And for the record, I hate you all and I hope you stub your toes really, really hard. Whatever! Alright, think, Akira. Maybe taking a better look around will help. Trees and grass? Seems normal. Toucans aren't native to Japan, but I can maybe deal with that. I think I'll stay away from the funny looking cows for now and maybe even think about whether or not cowtipping is a good idea by oneself. There doesn't really seem to be a whole lot of anything around he--is that a building I see? Really, truly, one-hundred percent a building? As in, a building that might actually have people and food and mostly importantly, six certain assholes I need to punch in the face for ditching me?
Finally, something that tells me where I am. "Camp For Useless Defensive Baseliners". Wait, what? Okay, now this really has to be a joke. It's like the whole world is trying to tell me I suck. I know I still have a lot to work on, but shouldn't the fact I'm actually putting forth the effort to try be worth something? Hey, world! At least have the decency to tell me I suck to my face! . . . Funny, I don't remember seeing the "you suck" sign before.
Haha, very funny. Smooth move, camp-place-thing. Sorry, but I can't take the words of someone who's probably never held a tennis racquet in their life seriously. Do you even know what a defensive baseliner is? Or how hard of a position to play it is for someone with all of the speed and none of the stamina it requires? Yeah, no. I'm not about to take crap from someone who doesn't appear to even have enough brains to figure out their ass from a hole in the ground. Camp for Useless Defensive Baseliners, huh? Shouldn't it be Camp for Useless Doubles Partners? Wait, I play doubles too. I didn't mean me! I'm good at it! I mean, we're both good at it! Uh. Crap. Good job ruining it, self.
( 97.5%!!! voting went here )
Series: Prince of Tennis
Character Age: 13
Canon: Prince of Tennis is, at face value, your average sports manga about a boy, Echizen Ryoma, and the Seigaku tennis team on their journey to compete at the National Tournament. With a cast of well over 100 recurring characters, there's a little something for everyone. Friendships are made, rivalries are born, the laws of physics are defied, and sometimes they play tennis. Fudoumine Junior High is first introduced as an unseeded rival school with a violent reputation, with their lineup consisting almost entirely of second-year students.
Kamio Akira is the vice-captain of Fudoumine Junior High's men’s tennis club. He is known for playing his games as high-paced and efficiently as possible, which earned him the title of Fudomine’s Speed Ace. Although he lacks physical power and stamina, he more than makes up for it with sheer willpower and his desire to do the best he can. He is generally an all-around nice guy, but he has a foul mouth and his temper tends to get the best of him. He gets cranky easily,and sometimes doubts his own self-worth . . . but he is also the type to learn from his mistakes and do whatever he can to overcome his faults and weaknesses.
Sample Post:
Argh. Where the hell am I? I remember getting on the bus and I guess I remember falling asleep at some point after they decided Disney karaoke was a good idea, but then . . . nothing. This seems suspiciously like the plot of some movie where I'm going to get thrown random weapons and told to go kill everyone. Nah, that wouldn't happen. The government doesn't hate us that much. So what the heck is going on? Did I get dumped in the Twilight Zone or something? Is that why my phone isn't working? I came here for tennis camp, not to stand around looking like an idiot in the middle of nowhere. I don't remember them saying anything about there being a dairy near camp, so what's with all the cows? Am I really in camp, and they just decided that "tennis training" equals "survive in wild, kill own food, sleep outdoors, because that is how real men toughen up"? Give me a break!
Hey, guys? You got me. The joke's on me; you can come out now. And for the record, I hate you all and I hope you stub your toes really, really hard. Whatever! Alright, think, Akira. Maybe taking a better look around will help. Trees and grass? Seems normal. Toucans aren't native to Japan, but I can maybe deal with that. I think I'll stay away from the funny looking cows for now and maybe even think about whether or not cowtipping is a good idea by oneself. There doesn't really seem to be a whole lot of anything around he--is that a building I see? Really, truly, one-hundred percent a building? As in, a building that might actually have people and food and mostly importantly, six certain assholes I need to punch in the face for ditching me?
Finally, something that tells me where I am. "Camp For Useless Defensive Baseliners". Wait, what? Okay, now this really has to be a joke. It's like the whole world is trying to tell me I suck. I know I still have a lot to work on, but shouldn't the fact I'm actually putting forth the effort to try be worth something? Hey, world! At least have the decency to tell me I suck to my face! . . . Funny, I don't remember seeing the "you suck" sign before.
Haha, very funny. Smooth move, camp-place-thing. Sorry, but I can't take the words of someone who's probably never held a tennis racquet in their life seriously. Do you even know what a defensive baseliner is? Or how hard of a position to play it is for someone with all of the speed and none of the stamina it requires? Yeah, no. I'm not about to take crap from someone who doesn't appear to even have enough brains to figure out their ass from a hole in the ground. Camp for Useless Defensive Baseliners, huh? Shouldn't it be Camp for Useless Doubles Partners? Wait, I play doubles too. I didn't mean me! I'm good at it! I mean, we're both good at it! Uh. Crap. Good job ruining it, self.
( 97.5%!!! voting went here )