Age: 16 17
Birthday: November 24th
Height: 162 cm (~5'4")
Blood type: A-
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Physical traits: Is one quarter American ( her mother's mother was American) and v. v. cute and/or pretty. Has a cup size 'C' and nice curves~

Medical Info: Perfectly healthy!
What's Okay To Mention Around Her: Ummm. The only thing that's NOT okay to mention around her is the identity of Eyeshield 21. Everything else is A-OK! :Db
Mentionable IC: See above~
Abilities: Lulz, I think she's one of the most ordinary/normal person in camp |D; Nothing superhuman, unless you consider her aim with a mop. Any type of mommy skills (ie sewing, cooking, baking, care-giver, etc). Is a whiz at analog and SUCKS at the computer. Very intelligent and plans strategies quickly. Hard Worker. Excellent memory skills. Aaaaaand I can't think of anymore at the moment. BULLETPROOF MOP FTW.
Notes for the Psychics: Again with the ordinary, so nothing much here.
Can I shapeshift/bodyswap/spit at/step on/etc?: THAT'D BE AWESOME with a side of awesome! Just clear it with me first~. She will fight back, btw. As well as her Deimon posse. [nods]
Maim/Murder/Death: Noooooo, not Mamori-neechan! ;o; Hurting may be okay since she's just a normal human, but again clear it with me first!
Cooking: Yush! It may not be gourmet standards, but it's good home cookin'.
Kissing/Hugging: Hugging is fine. If you kiss her, be mindful of the fact that you'll be kissing a mop soon after. ^_____^

Character: Anezaki Mamori
Series: Eyeshield 21
Age: 16

Canon: Eyeshield 21 is a sports manga filled with loads of sweaty boys and their strange fixation on topping each other with pigskin-wrapped balls. Can we say male compensation? Yet among all the testosterone, there is the shining example of motherly compassion. ...no, not Sakuraba. Anezaki Mamori is the childhood friend and self-declared guardian of Kobayakawa Sena, the main character of Eyeshield 21. Since they were young, she has watched over Sena and stood up for him by fighting bullies and protecting him from Big Bad Things. This maternal streak caused her to join the Deimon Devilbats football team as manager so that she might shield Sena from the devilish team captain, Hiruma.

A natural mother hen, Mamori is without a doubt one of the sweetest girls you could meet. She is a brilliant student, talented in many areas like strategizing and cream puff eating, and excessively kind to others. Just make sure whatever you do, do not make her angry as she has a wicked backswing with a broom. Being an officer of the discipline committee at Deimon High School, Mamori constantly butts heads with Hiruma and his unorthadox ways of training. While she may pamper the players, she understands that they will do anything to win so she supports and encourages them to do their best.

Note: Mamori is being taken from just after volume 10.


Sample Post:

PUT DOWN THAT SHOTGUN DOWN RIGHT NOW BEFORE I--

-- you're not Hiruma-san. Sorry! I didn't know there were so many psychotic, gun-toting madmen around. At least I know I'm in America now. Please put that away, Sena can't deal with more than one person chasing him with bullets. Wait, you mean the shotgun is for me? No thank you, our team has access to enough arsenal for an entire army.

Speaking of our team, maybe you could help me another way. I'm trying to find the special training camp that the Deimon Devilbats were booked for. All I've found is the pamphlet that came in the mail. Have you heard of Camp Football Youth Delegation, "where playing with the Swamp Simians will improve your performance both in and out of the locker room"? I didn't realize performance in the locker rooms was that important; I'll arrange for the Devil Bats to get more practice in there. --you know where the camp is? Great!

Thank you very much for showing me around. No, I haven't met the Swamp Simians yet, but I believe I saw the team's mascot on the way here. I'd never seen a purple gorilla befo-- that was one of the players? I heard they were built like animals, but wow! He was wearing such an... er, interesting uniform. It was so furry and shaggy and it... wasn't a uniform. O-oh, I see. I hope I didn't offend Simian-san. I should bring him a cream puff later for the misunderstanding.

Uniforms aside, at least they were enthusiastic! I saw that they were singing their team song when the rest of them came out. The words were very curious, though. I didn't think that wearing tights made anyone Manly Men. The cancan they were doing must be some kind of muscle training. They were certainly... how did they put it, "butch" in their uniform. A-and I know it's an American tradition for football players to slap each other's... ahem, rears, but I'm pretty sure they were doing more than slapping. I'm really glad Sena's the team secretary and not a player, otherwise I'd have to tell everyone that Sena's rear is off limits.

Ah, it's almost time for the scheduled practice. If you could show me to the field, I'll watch for a few minutes before finding my team. It'd be an advantage to know what Deimon's up agains--

. . .

Please tell me that's a new type of tackling.



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