ANONYMOUS BENEFACTOR OMFG I LOVE YOU!

PLEASE LET ME DRAW YOU SOMETHING OR WRITE YOU SOMETHING OR AT LEAST GIVE YOU COOKIES & CREAM ICE CREAM!

Now you beautiful people going to have me spending all evening devising icons to fill all these beautiful, beautiful slots oh my love for this comm is great and splodey in my pants.

Character: Natsuhiko Taki
Series: Eyeshield 21
Character Age: 15
Canon: Natsuhiko Taki is a bona fide idiot. He's been obsessed with sports since childhood, and is unshakably convinced that his talent in every single one of them, as well as everything else in life, is a guaranteed 150%. That bobblehead ego has taken a lot of knocks; he has horrible luck, and failed a lot before he succeeded, his success coming mostly due to sheer dumbass refusal to admit defeat. The case is the same for his longtime and current love, American Football, where he was rejected by countless teams before finally (with extreme cleverly concealed gratitude) being accepted as a tight end for the Deimon Devil Bats.

Taki actually is good at sports; he has a super flexible body, and lives for fans, applause, and any form of recognition. He has a tough-talking little sister named Suzuna who he retardedly addresses as "my sister". He never wrote to her--or anyone--for half a year--when he took the family savings to go take the NFL pro test in America, a fact she was pretty pissed over.

Sample Post: BONJOUR, my sister! It is I, your beloved brother, writing faithfully to you from the sweet shores of AMERICA! As you told me with violence how greatly the void of my guiding words affected you on my previous trip here, I have resolved to send you one detailed, exhaustive account of my thoughts and accomplishments for EVERY DAY that I am away from you this time around. Please, do not collapse over yourself to word adequate thanks! You are family I would do anything for--this touching sensitivity comes naturally to me.

Never fear, my sister! Heartwarmingly supportive sibling that you are, I know your most anxious desire now: I will begin without delay a list of my most impressive accomplishments for the day!

1. Successfully checked in baggage!
2. Suavely boarded plane!
3. Graciously donated half of my plane seat to a young mother's newborn child, for whom she had tragically forgotten to purchase a ticket, using my astounding powers of flexibility! Though I wonder now whether the poor child may have been sick, it was so silent the entire ride, its outward appearance for all the world like extra luggage wrapped in a children's blanket...
4. Triumphantly arrived at bus terminal!
5. Manfully boarded bus and--

--ahaHA, but Suzuna. At this point I must diverge, to confess that even I was caught by surprise by the zombies. And you insisted that things like zombie attacks never happened outside the movies I watch to prove I have nerves of steel! Lucky for you, I am too in touch with reality to be taken in by your jokes.

There was a certain degree of bloodshed before someone found a back exit to the bus, but I was 100% without fear. It all worked out in the end; the greyer ones I am convinced were fine-looking females in their youth turned out to be an appreciative audience of my flexible tree-dodging skill. While I could not oblige them with a keepsake piece of my beautiful body, I treated them to a demonstration of my running form and a handful of tossed autograph sheets on my way toward the other direction.

My sister, you evinced doubt when presented with the tattered flyer, but surely even you can see it now. I ask you as I know you ask yourself: what camp would possibly go to the expense to procure real, live zombies to use in a super-intense first-day elimination-round training session?

There is only one possibility. The mysterious "Camp Fu-blotch rip strange brown stain" is indeed CAMP FUTO, glorious American training camp to the best and brightest Amefuto stars, as I 100% knew it to be from the moment they accepted your prime-choice brother's application.

Surely, here at Camp Futo, zombies are only the first of many good signs to come.

My sister, expect your brother back at the end of this summer an even more flawless American Football player and unrivalled man than when he left.

Your ever-attentative big brother,
Natsuhiko