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Dangan Ronpa: In Despair, We Trust

-Peter Schied: Himself-
As the introductions dwindled down, the broadcast system turned on, and an eerie childish voice came on, announcing an upcoming appearance. As soon as it had finished, a black and white teddy bear popped out onto the stage. That on its own would be strange enough, but then it began to speak, and even stranger, it said that it was their dean. A handful of people responded with questions, but Peter remained silent. If this was a hazing of sorts, then it was certainly elaborate. He would have chuckled at the absurdity of it all, but something about this situation felt a bit off to be a hazing. So, staying silent, he watched and listened as the toy, 'monokuma', as it called itself, answered the questions in kind, although not that kindly. However, Peter's blood chilled as soon as he heard one phrase muttered by the toy. 'To leave, you must kill another one of your classmates'. This was a sick joke, and Peter didn't know how to respond to something like that. He only stood and stared at monokuma, giving it a icy stare and his attention as it continued, and threw everyone an electronic handbook and a key. Peter caught both in his right hand, one after the other, and continued to stare at monokuma as it splayed out rules for them to follow in living here and killing here. Then, as abruptly as it appeared, the bear disappeared, leaving no trace of it being there in the first place. Peter looked down at the objects in his hand, as he thought.

-Peter Schied: Everyone-
He didn't think much before he reached a conclusion, and, putting the key and handbook in his pocket, he jogged towards the exit to the gym. Before he left, he thought of something else, and turned on his heel to face everyone inside.
"I'm going to look for a way out. If anyone wants to look with me, I'll be in the halls somewhere," he called out. After that, he turned toward the exit once more, and left, jogging in the direction of what he would soon find to be the locked entrance to the school.

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Full of energy, Peter sat on the bleachers as one by one introductions were fired off. Despite what his fidgeting may look like, he wasn't bored or anything by the introductions. In fact, the opposite held true. There was an actor, a self-proclaimed egyptian queen, and even a hit-man... hit-woman... killer person among them going to the school. He decided to introduce himself as well when there was a break in the intros. He jumped up from his spot on the bleachers before speaking.

"Hello all! My name is Peter Schied. I play tennis here in America, and... um... that pretty much sums it up". He motioned to sit down, but at the last moment, he changed his mind and walked closer to the stage, and stood there. He was just too energetic to sit down at the moment.

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Peter stood in the room, blocking out the sounds of everything around him as he tried to fix the chair he had broke. Despite people punching, slashing, yelling, and leaving, he was too focused to notice. However, in the end, the chair fell apart despite his attempts at repairing it. When he looked up from his fruitless task, the room was almost completely empty.

"Crap, where did everyone go...?"

He bolted from the room and entered the hallway at a brisk pace. The school's hallways seemed a bit... odd almost, but Peter didn't notice, as he was a bit frantic. Most of the doors had yellow caution tape over them, which were a bit out of place in Peter's opinion, but they helped narrow down the list of where everyone had gone. He eventually made his way to the gymnasium, and entered. There were other students there... he couldn't help but give a sigh of relief. Some people were taking a seat in the bleachers, so Peter assumed there was a speech or something similar about to be made. He strode over to one of the bleachers, and took a seat in the front row.

Dangan Ronpa: In Despair, We Trust

...Sleeping in may not be the best idea with this posting speed. Whelp, I've got catching up to do.

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Van said
If that's the case, I hope it's a free 1-up

nope. You get 99 gold coins, courtesy of monokuma. Hopefully you've found one more!

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Van said
Number 7 in the male roster, number 7 in the IC post. I guess dumb luck truly is a thing.

And if you char is the 7th to die, you'd hit the jackpot!
//shot

Dangan Ronpa: In Despair, We Trust

-Peter Schied-

Peter woke up with a start. The first thing he saw was the ceiling, which was weird in two ways. The last thing he remembered was that he had arrived at Liberty Academy, and was entering the gate. There wasn't a ceiling there. However, those thoughts quickly left his mind as the second weird factor about seeing a ceiling kicked in. He fell backwards in his chair, and gravity seemed to be pleased to help as Peter crashed on the ground. Peter lay there on the ground for a while, dazed and confused as he asked himself a simple question.

"Where am I...?" He mumbled to himself.

Peter sat up, deciding to observe his surroundings. The first thing he noticed were the other people. Some were sleeping on desks, as he had presumably been doing not too long ago, while others were up and talking. The ones that were up seemed to be just as confused as he was... well, that or annoyed. The second thing he noticed was that they seemed to be in a classroom of sorts. That must mean...

"Is this... Liberty Academy?" Peter blurted out.

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Sorry for being so sudden with my post... I just needed to post really soon or risk waiting a couple of days to post again.

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Throwing my character into the mix!

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Name: Peter Schied

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Blood Type: B+

Nationality: American

Ultimite/SHSL: SHSL Tennis Ace

Appearence:

Personality: Peter tends to be a bit of a klutz in his daily life. If something doesn't break around him once a day, then he considers that good news. However, when he is in a serious situation on or off the court, he becomes a lot more sturdy both physically and mentally. He is able to whittle down opponents with this strong stamina, often playing mind games with them as their body deteriorates. He believes that you need a strong body and mind to win in tennis. He enjoys the company of his tennis team, but often doesn't stray too far from them.

Likes:

Being active- He can't just sit around for hours on end, otherwise he gets stir crazy

Planning- He enjoys thinking of a plan on how to win the point (despite the plan changing many times).

Dislikes:

Insults- He doesn't like people insulting himself, his friends, or anyone. He's okay with a 'playful' insult, but is totally against the mean/hateful insults

Slacking- Whenever he sees someone sitting around doing nothing, he feels the need to get them to do something

Strengths: Guardian

Strengths*:

Stamina- Due to his tennis skills, he has strong stamina physically and mentally.

Quick- Both on his feet and his mind, Peter can easily change his direction of movement and thinking

Weaknesses:

Klutz- He often breaks things, sometimes valuable objects.

Loose-tongued- He isn't the best at keeping secrets. In fact, he prefers sharing secrets, even if they aren't his own.

Fears:

Monophobia- Fear of being alone

Atychiphobia- Fear of failure: especially failing his team/friends

Birth Town: Minneapolis, Minnesota

Bio: Peter grew up in a crowded city, watching people move by so quickly from one place. He enjoyed watching this, and he wanted to get moving himself. One day when he was 5, he left his apartment without his parents' knowledge, and he traveled around city by himself. He stumbled upon tennis courts close by and saw a high school team practicing on them. Peter loved how they were moving around so much, and he stayed there watching them until the police arrived to bring him home. His parents weren't happy with having to call the police to find him, but with Peter's new obsession with tennis driving them crazy, they got him a cheap racket in hopes to get him to quiet him down. From there, Peter quickly picked up on the game, and learned the nature of the game. He felt like he fit right in. He persuaded his parents to sign him up in several clubs, then teams, then tournaments and team tournaments. As he made his way through elementary school and junior/senior high, he found other players and made friends with them, forming a small group that made their mark nationally, reaching and winning the national team tennis tournament. He was the #1 singles player on his team, and as such, he was recognized as one of the top junior tennis players in America.

Dangan Ronpa: Land of the Free, Home of Despair

If it does die, will we hold a trial to see who killed it?

//shot