Ryik

Danganronpa Roleplay (Interest Check)

@alexfangtalon I'm a fraud.

Danganronpa Roleplay (Interest Check)

<Snipped quote by Ryik>

Wait, is this supposed to be Zack Ryder's kid? If so, awesome taste in a wrestler. Zack is awesome. They need to give him a big push.

@alexfangtalon

Yes, yes it is.

Danganronpa Roleplay (Interest Check)

Count me in. I've already got a character in mind. On that note, I'd like for them to be an American, as it's more appropriate for their talent. Might I also suggest that any time the last name is given in front of the first name, a comma is used? it would cause less confusion overall I think, as "Damian Pierce" seems to be in western format but you call your character "Hisakawa" even though you asked for names in an Eastern format.

Name: Cardona, Alex
Wrestling Name: Ryder, Seth
Talent: SHSL Swagger

u wot m8

"Professional Wrestler" is generally not the same thing as a "Wrestler", as one is real and one is fake. The occupation titles are unfortunately used interchangeably, so if he were the SHSL "Professional Wrestler", it would imply he was a legitimate wrestler. On the other hand, SHSL Actor, SHSL Charisma, SHSL Grandstander, and SHSL Hype Man all have unfitting connotations, so I went with Swagger.

Gender: ♂
Appearance:

Hider

Backstory: In his youth, he was an avid fan of professional wrestling. A bit of a mischievous child, he would often mess with fights, at first in minor ways. Since he would regularly attend events, (thanks to his parents both being professional wrestlers) this continued for quite a bit and slowly escalated. By the time he started to cause significant interference with matches, "the Ryder kid" had already gained a reputation for the excitement he induced. Every time he was involved, the matches were guaranteed some sort of subtly provided twist. Since these fights, including their outcomes, are choreographed, it was decided it would be easier to get him in on it rather than deal with a backlash that might occur from banning him. He was still too young to be allowed to wrestle of course, but he was given a wrestling persona, "Seth Ryder", which allowed greater freedom to directly interfere with fights. (For example, from the stage or out of the ring instead of from the stands) He had to abide by the guidelines he was given, but he even pushed the boundaries on that. By the time he was old enough to become a pro wrestler, his character's debut match was already one of the most hyped of the year. While he hasn't been a professional wrestler for long, writers were happy to indulge in his reputation, giving him an undefeated record.
Other information:
- Very tall
- He inherited his father's "WOO WOO WOO!" cheers.
- Despite gaining a reputation before becoming a wrestler, he did get proper training and he did develop the body for the job.
- His wrestling trunks have a qr code over the crotch. The QR Code is for his twitter. Has millions of followers.
- Has a wikipedia page (in-universe) where anyone could look up all of the above.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Koto

He stumbles yet again before picking himself and running faster.

Every dead tree in this god-forsaken excuse for a woods bears a face twisted in anger. The light bends as the twilit dusk threatens to leave him blind, and the sound of his pursuer never fades. Step by step, the sounds of twigs snapping never ends, never speeds up, as if they were walking towards him. Still yet, it only grows louder and louder, but every time he looks back, all he sees is an empty woods. He runs endlessly, already out of breath for a while now, but he can't stop. Stopping would mean certain death, or worse. The sounds of its approach suddenly speeds up, little by little. His terrified running becomes a desperate sprint, ignoring the pain in his chest that results. Even so, the sounds of its impossibly fast approach grow ever louder, deafening, and then continues to grow. He can't look back now, or he's sure he'll be caught. Even when pushing himself to run so fast, the sound of the footsteps feel like they're right behind him. They stay there for a moment, and then he feels a warm breath clearly on the nape of his neck, making his hairs stand on end. That's when he falls, tripping yet again, but unable to pick himself up and continue, light-headed and gasping for air. The sound is gone. The sun has almost completely set. The feeling of being watched never escapes him, but he has this moment at least, to breathe. A few seconds later, out of the corner of his vision, a flash of red darts behind a tree, accompanied by the sound of muffled indistinct whispers. He stands up, wincing at the pain of his overexertion and the sound of a slow pursuit picks up again. Not from the flash of red, but from directly behind him. Despite the sharp, ripping pain in his chest, he gets up and starts running yet again. Everything plays on repeat, but the exhaustion is twice as great for him. The whispers join the footsteps in a collective crescendo, becoming so loud as to hurt his ears. His feet become numb from smashing the ground so fervently. He had heard rumors of the inhumanity of his assassin, a visceral monster straight out of lovecraftian nightmares, so stained in blood that it's all his victims see. Even so, he never imagined they would be this inhuman.

Nonetheless, running is just what it wants. Clearly it can't be escaped, so it's just weakening him before going in for the kill... and it's been working.

As the whispers start giving him headaches and the sound of footsteps are right behind him again, he twirls around, only for all to stop, dead silent. Not even the wind can be heard. He looks around anxiously, scanning a full 360 degrees around him, but finds nothing but dead trees.

That's when a searing pain cuts through the nape of his neck.

He falls to the ground and turns around. He looks at it- he looks at you, but all he sees is an anatomically impossible smile. You bring the knife down on one of his arms and step on the other, pushing all your weight down on it. He struggles against your foot before you pull out another knife and push it through his wrist, pinning it as deep as you can into the ground.

You pull out a gun and use it to shoot his ankles, leaving him completely and totally at your mercy. Now comes the fun part. You retrieve your tool box and cooler from your buggy nearby and begin getting to work. After all, it's a pretty big waste to just cut into some of the more valuable parts. You begin humming a mellow tune as the sound of screams fill these deadened woods.

The perfectly relaxing evening.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

I as well. A designated means of instant communication would be highly useful.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Koto

Full Name: Koto Wolfram
Age: 23
Gender: ♂
Gift: Koto is a walking, talking cognitohazard, able to subtly induce acute paranoia, hallucinations, and increased heart rate within anyone who perceives him. This effect is persistent and needs to be suppressed deliberately on Koto's part, though it does wear off after a while. While he has a degree of control over these hallucinations, it will also happen without any input on his part.
Loyalty: Born and raised an Ashlander, Koto works as a mercenary wherever he can and a cutthroat any time the opportunity presents itself.
Description: People associated with Koto tend to recognize him by his red hood and nigh permanently affixed grin. His hair is relatively short but thoroughly unkempt at all times, and his eyes, combined with his ability, have a piercing or even glowing essence to them. It is quite common for people to mistakenly believe his eyes are red, due to his association with the color and his ability, but they are in fact a vibrant amber.
Personality: While somewhat antisocial, Koto often behaves friendly or even cheerful, matching his indelible grin, though he sometimes does this thing with his tongue that most would find unnerving. He tends to behave stoically, but does have a sense of humor. He is sedulous, honest, and has horrible sadistic tendencies he is fully willing to inflict on the innocent. -If it's the time and place for it, that is. Koto is altogether calm and rational, but with or without his gift, he'll often seem a little off.
Skills: Koto has adapted to his own gift quite well, and has figured out ways to increase its duration and effect simply by changing his appearance; Features that stand out such as his blood-red hood and his smile that just so happens to be a little too wide stick with people's memories longer, contributing to stronger paranoia and more vivid hallucinations. People that see his red figure against the bleak colors of the ashlands will be affected for a few minutes after the last time they see him, a passing glance close-up will last longer, maybe even hours if they think his smile is creepy, and prolonged contact without Koto turning off his ability can cause the effects to linger for days. The effect itself can be cured by Koto pretty quickly and easily. Koto is capable of seeing the hallucinations he induces and, to an extent, controlling them. By the same token, Koto is able to notice that his gift has affected someone when he perceives them.

As a mercenary specializing in pursuit, Koto is a pretty good tracker, accustomed to reading partially faded tracks covered in the constantly shifting sand and dust of the wastes. Being able to sense the effects of his gift on someone after noticing it lends itself to his tracking capability, as it allows him to know where affected people went, even without visual confirmation, within a certain radius.

Koto is also proficient with knives and guns, of which he is never without at least one of each on his person. More often than not, he has an assortment of them stowed nearby. Nothing too fancy, but a little bit of variety is there in case he needs or wants it. For that matter, Koto possesses extensive surgical knowledge not actually useful in a surgery. Rather, he is very familiar with what will ultimately be fatal and what can be patched up and healed.

He owns a buggy of sorts for traversing the wastelands and giving chase to his victims. He's a pretty good driver and can generally pull off a stunt of some sort from time to time, though he wouldn't be very good at following traffic laws.
Weaknesses: Koto's hallucinations generally take the form of directionless paranoia if he is not directing them. Movement or strange shapes in the corner of their eye. The feeling of being watched, or perhaps followed. How people see this is ultimately up to their perception, but unless they happened to be creeped out by Koto, they'll generally suffer no issue initiating a surprise attack. Koto also can't use his ability solely as a tracking mechanism; he is only able to detect the presence of his gift's effects or remove it, not suppress it. This means that, if you know what Koto's ability is, you can tell when you're being followed by him. (...Unless it's all in your head, I guess) In terms of when he manipulates someone's perception directly, Koto doesn't fare well against opponents with high continuous stamina or those that can travel faster than he can over a long distance. A lack of defining landscape (a wide open area) is very hard for Koto to work with, as it means that Koto has to rely solely on mirages. While mirages are effective at a distance and with actual heat to cause mirages, they aren't very convincing when too close-up or in a cold environment... Unless it's extremely dark. A lack of instincts or common sense would be a decent countermeasure to Koto's ability. (Assuming that they aren't wearing themselves out at the same time)
Brief History: Koto grew up in the ashlands and lost one of his parents at a relatively young age. How he grew up to be the person he is pretty much starts and ends with that.
Theme: Dark Road

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

This actually reminds me of another RP I was in previously (and its many reboots) that explicitly used the term "gifted" to describe much the same thing as it means here. Hell, this RP could be a continuation of that one, except post-post-apocalyptic. In any case, I'm interested in joining:

Koto

Full Name: Koto Wolfram
Age: 23
Gender: ♂
Gift: Koto is a walking, talking cognitohazard, able to subtly induce acute paranoia, hallucinations, and increased heart rate within anyone who perceives him. This effect is persistent and needs to be suppressed deliberately on Koto's part, though it does wear off after a while. While he has a degree of control over these hallucinations, it will also happen without any input on his part.
Loyalty: Born and raised an Ashlander, Koto works as a mercenary wherever he can and a cutthroat any time the opportunity presents itself.
Description: People associated with Koto tend to recognize him by his red hood and nigh permanently affixed grin. His hair is relatively short but thoroughly unkempt at all times, and his eyes, combined with his ability, have a piercing or even glowing essence to them. It is quite common for people to mistakenly believe his eyes are red, due to his association with the color and his ability, but they are in fact a vibrant amber.
Personality: While somewhat antisocial, Koto often behaves friendly or even cheerful, matching his indelible grin, though he sometimes does this thing with his tongue that most would find unnerving. He tends to behave stoically, but does have a sense of humor. He is sedulous, honest, and has horrible sadistic tendencies he is fully willing to inflict on the innocent. -If it's the time and place for it, that is. Koto is altogether calm and rational, but with or without his gift, he'll often seem a little off.
Skills: Koto has adapted to his own gift quite well, and has figured out ways to increase its duration and effect simply by changing his appearance; Features that stand out such as his blood-red hood and his smile that just so happens to be a little too wide stick with people's memories longer, contributing to stronger paranoia and more vivid hallucinations. People that see his red figure against the bleak colors of the ashlands will be affected for a few minutes after the last time they see him, a passing glance close-up will last longer, maybe even hours if they think his smile is creepy, and prolonged contact without Koto turning off his ability can cause the effects to linger for days. The effect itself can be cured by Koto pretty quickly and easily. Koto is capable of seeing the hallucinations he induces and, to an extent, controlling them. By the same token, Koto is able to notice that his gift has affected someone when he perceives them.

As a mercenary specializing in pursuit, Koto is a pretty good tracker, accustomed to reading partially faded tracks covered in the constantly shifting sand and dust of the wastes. Being able to sense the effects of his gift on someone after noticing it lends itself to his tracking capability, as it allows him to know where affected people went, even without visual confirmation, within a certain radius.

Koto is also proficient with knives and guns, of which he is never without at least one of each on his person. More often than not, he has an assortment of them stowed nearby. Nothing too fancy, but a little bit of variety is there in case he needs or wants it. For that matter, Koto possesses extensive surgical knowledge not actually useful in a surgery. Rather, he is very familiar with what will ultimately be fatal and what can be patched up and healed.

He owns a buggy of sorts for traversing the wastelands and giving chase to his victims. He's a pretty good driver and can generally pull off a stunt of some sort from time to time, though he wouldn't be very good at following traffic laws.
Weaknesses: Koto's hallucinations generally take the form of directionless paranoia if he is not directing them. Movement or strange shapes in the corner of their eye. The feeling of being watched, or perhaps followed. How people see this is ultimately up to their perception, but unless they happened to be creeped out by Koto, they'll generally suffer no issue initiating a surprise attack. Koto also can't use his ability solely as a tracking mechanism; he is only able to detect the presence of his gift's effects or remove it, not suppress it. This means that, if you know what Koto's ability is, you can tell when you're being followed by him. (...Unless it's all in your head, I guess) In terms of when he manipulates someone's perception directly, Koto doesn't fare well against opponents with high continuous stamina or those that can travel faster than he can over a long distance. A lack of defining landscape (a wide open area) is very hard for Koto to work with, as it means that Koto has to rely solely on mirages. While mirages are effective at a distance and with actual heat to cause mirages, they aren't very convincing when too close-up or in a cold environment... Unless it's extremely dark. A lack of instincts or common sense would be a decent countermeasure to Koto's ability. (Assuming that they aren't wearing themselves out at the same time)
Brief History: Koto grew up in the ashlands and lost one of his parents at a relatively young age. How he grew up to be the person he is pretty much starts and ends with that.
Theme: Dark Road

Ardor

[Damon]

Four more roombas zoom over to each individual in the room, entering from random vents in the walls. They pause at a respectful distance, cleaning up bits of sword hilt nearby.

Already, he can imagine it, every last one of them lying in a gruesome fucking pile, butchered by whatever the flying fuck those claws do. He'd be the last one to die, having to watch everyone go down before him for having failed to pick an item that wasn't a legendary pile of shit. Stupid, so fucking stupid, is was such an obvious trap, god fucking dammit. Why does he have to destroy everything he touches? Damon can't help but stop and wonder when it'll finally happen. When the proverbial looming sword of Damocles will come crashing down, throwing the dark curtain over their saccharine excursion. Kayden's acting so suspiciously benign. When will he strike? When the roomba is away? How could this situation be turned around?

Escaping now would be simple enough, but all of his friends might die as a result, and that's not the kind of outcome that can be considered acceptable. He could try provoking the roomba, but that's more likely to just draw its ire to himself. Finally, there's the prospect of attacking Kayden first, but if that became the only reason he decided to attack, everyone's deaths would all be Damon’s fault.

Damon spends a good minute or two lying down after being blasted away, staring blankly at the ceiling and trying to find ways to circumvent elaborate problems which may or may not exist. His gratuitous internal turmoil is interrupted by the surely well-meaning concern of the only adult in the room. Kayden peers down at Damon, trying to make out signs of life. It takes longer than one would expect, but eventually he blinks, indicating that, yes, he is still alive.

Concerned adult and sole guardian of these four kids, Kayden is looks relieved. He opens his mouth, pauses, then tries again. “...Why aren’t you getting up?” Belatedly, he offers Damon his hand. Damon continues to be comatose for another five uninterrupted seconds of pure awkwardness before he takes Kayden’s hand and gets up. ”Thanks, I appreciate the gesture.” Damon doesn’t answer Kayden’s question at all, instead dusting himself off as he weighs the possibility of the roomba just being fucking broken to begin with.

Shrugging off the immense amount of disinterest he had garnered, Kayden attempts communication once more. “You should pick a different Soul Tech--the web and glove looked fairly promising.”

Yeah, that’s definitely not suspicious. God fucking dammit, those would have been his other choices, whatever will he do now? ”Yeah, you’re right.” Like walking into a trap on purpose, Damon tries to think of ways to, at the very least, batman gambit this son of a bitch. He then comes to the conclusion that this is fucking stupid, and that such an ultimatum would be better off resigned to when he actually has a Soul Tech to work with.

He turns to the queen of the roombas and asks the most important question in this dangerous game of life and death, the answer to which would change fate forever. ”Why is the steel string in a spiderweb pattern?”

”Dr. Nadim decided that stainless steel was aesthetically pleasing when arranged into a spiderweb.”

Meanwhile, Kayden gives up. He walks over to an empty pedestal, the roomba following, and asks it a question that the others don’t catch.

As if his world view had just been shaken at the foundation, Damon looks at the steel string in a new light, as if this bundle of metallic silly string held power over the lives of everyone here, because yeah, it probably did. He doesn’t even bother to look in the roomba’s direction this time. ”I’d like this one then,”

”Understood.” A slot on the pedestal opens up, and the spiderweb rises up out of it. The slot then closes, leaving the spiderweb on the pedestal. At the same time, the glass lowers. Off to one side, Kayden spots this and glowers at his roomba, conversing in low tones.

Damon takes the web, subconsciously bracing for impact. It somehow turns into an actual cobweb and gets stuck on his hand.

Scenes of himself using the web flash through his mind. A rope, fired from his hand, sticking to targets. Separating the rest of the rope from himself to fire the other end at another target. At Damon’s whim, things sticking to the rope, or sliding off of it. The rope contracting and flinging things together violently. The rope relaxing and sagging. One of two ropes vanishing as Damon creates a third rope.

With an expression of pure placidity, Damon withdraws the web and points it at the roomba. The rope extends, latching on to the hideous yellow hockey puck before he gives it a whirl, spinning the roomba around and smashing it violently into the pedestals. Somehow, its glass parts only get minor scratches from the collision.

”Please do not assault the self-directed cleaning units. There are fifty training dummies for that express purpose directly to your right.”

”I’m feeling pretty lied to right now.”

”I do not recall the self-directed cleaning unit having lied to you.”

”An aesthetically pleasing arrangement and indicating that it turns you into fucking spiderman are two very different things. Are you telling me I need to deal with this sticky mess just to function?”

”The ability should not leave any residues behind. If you’re referring to the activation of the Soul Tech, that will only occur upon absorption.”

Damon blinks behind his glasses. ”‘Absorption’?”

”When you touched the Soul Tech, you absorbed it.”

Damon lifts the roomba up yet again before bringing it back down, slamming it against the pedestals again. A crack forms, but the glass still holds steady. Wow. ”Couldn’t you have mentioned this earlier? Do you have any idea how much I hate spiders?” Already, he can imagine it. This stupid rope thing servicing as a makeshift noose to end this joke of an existence he’s been cursed to.

”Revealing the ability earlier would have ruined the surprise.”

”Shut up, you stupid, worthless hunk of garbage.” Damon pinches the bridge of his nose, absolutely blown away by the sheer magnitude of stupidity at work here. He feels his fingers stick to his face ever so slightly as his anxiousness increases.

“Kid, how about you don't insult our host? _{The one that could bring this whole place down on our heads at any moment...} Kayden whispers furiously, having crossed the room with surprising speed.

...That’s an interesting reaction. Damon remains silent, appearing to ruminate broodingly as he confirms that his three friends are on the far end of the room, unable to see him. His right hand, pinching his temple, pushes his glasses up and to mask his face as it twists, tears starting to escape.

Kayden just stares awkwardly. What else could he do? Put him out of his misery? If the kid made a scene too, he might actually consider it. Kayden looks over at Damon’s friends, but they're all gleefully occupied with their own new powers. Such good friends.

“Are you sure I can't have a second Soul Tech?”

The heavily dented roomba crackles, but otherwise answers as usual. “I am sure.”

Suddenly, Damon is hugging Kayden, burying his face into his shirt and gripping uncomfortably tight. Kayden is torn between comforting the kid and violently freaking out when Damon pushes off him, looking as if absolutely nothing just happened. “Sorry, man. When I was younger, my dad was bitten by a venomous spider, and... you look a lot like him.” Walking backwards towards where they came from, Damon makes an announcement loud enough for the others to hear. ”I’m ready to go, you guys coming?” Kayden is left to wonder what the fuck just happened.

“Before you leave, please return your Soul Techs to the pedestals.” The AI’s voice echoes to the room. One might pick up a hint of frostiness in the AI’s tone.

So this is the game being played. Alright then. Your move, Kayden. With a facade of innocence, Damon turns to Kayden, as if deferring to his wisdom. ”Kayden?”

“Listen to the nice lady and put it back on the pedestal.” Kayden gives Damon a reassuring smile.

Damon’s expression manages to be completely and totally neutral. ”It’s been absorbed, remember?”

“Have you never used a Soul Tech or something??” Kayden asks rhetorically.

”Welcome to Kylertown, where only a single person in the entire town has ever used a Soul Tech. I’ll give you a hint, it isn’t any of us.

“...That’s actually amazing. What the fuck age is your town living in?!”

”It’s actually a concentration camp with no selection criteria.”

“...That ...I ...wow. Okay then. Damn. Whatever. Focus on your Soulspace and just think of removal, taking it out, lifting it out, however you want to think of it. It should appear in your hand, judging by how it disappeared in the first place.”

Damon lifts his hand, palm up, as if to say ‘well there you have it.’ Nothing happens.

Kayden blinks. “What’s the problem? Literal children can do this on their first tries. ”

Damon, without moving anything else, looks in the direction of his palm, then back at Kayden.

“...Don’t tell me you can’t. Fuck fuck fuck, god fucking dammit of course.”

Ardor

[Damon]

The functionality of the decrepit establishment incites Damon's hesitation, but as more of the facility is revealed to be empty, he performs mental gymnastics to invent new ways for this scenario to be suspicious. It was already suspicious enough as it is, really, with a shifty drifter giving a bunch of random strangers an offer that was too good to be true. When the tour came to an end and the roomba of potential mass destruction announced that everyone would be getting a single soul tech, everything fell into place. Damon decides that the best course of action is to ask the roomba for details on the soul techs, then call everyone over and propose the acquisition of two soul techs, simultaneously making sure to keep important ones out of the hands of Kayden that could determine who survives if the roomba were to decide that getting greedy with the free samples is a sin worthy of a violent, fiery death.

As Damon plans literally 5 steps ahead, Claire steps forward and immediately chooses one, ruining everything. God dammit Claire.

At this point, adjourning a meeting would just appear suspicious. The only reason why Damon might have been able to in the first place is because that dumbass roomba might be programmed to mind her own damn business, and he'll be damned if there's not a strong possibility that it's connected to a security system that has eyes and ears everywhere. Already, he can imagine it, every last one of them in a fiery fucking pile from a truly excessive explosion. Hell, there's even the possibility that Kayden would see through his actions and kill them on the spot. None of his friends knows anything about what he could be packing.

The best Damon hopes for now is a nonviolence policy from the roomba or otherwise coming to grips with the soul tech before Kayden decides to drop the charade. Tempting Kayden and to go on a killing spree more than he already is without knowing with certainty which artifact can most effectively assay the issue of both Kayden and the roomba is a fool's errand. Already, he can imagine it, every last one them slaughtered in a plasmatic fucking pile by an eclectic collection of impressive trinkets Kayden hid down his trousers. Hell, there's even the possibility that the roomba is as dumb as sack of potatoes dropped on its head when it was a child and won't even attempt to interfere with the slaughter.

Whatever. Whatever! Now's the time to just pick an artifact blindly, so Damon goes over to look at them all one by one, intrigued with the respective corresponding sensations they exude.

Let's see, the pixie is an obvious trap, the egg is taken and the winged sandals and black leather gloves would probably get annoying, considering that there's no other matching pair. The steel string is appealing yet uninteresting, (why a spiderweb of all things?) the angel wings seems like another trap, and the pyramid is yet another trap, and not even trying to hide it. It looks useful, conceivably, but come on, a shield within glass? What's that supposed to mean? The silver claws are the fourth trap, clearly going to rip holes wherever they are stored, and the quartz gives Damon Hotel California vibes. Finally, he comes to the last object, a sword hilt sticking out of its pedestal. He immediately gets the feeling that there's no sword on the other end of that hilt, but also the feeling of 'sinister' white noise buffing the harsh edges of the static making up his usual thoughts. It's actually pretty calming, in a way.

Definitely a trap. The absolute biggest trap. A bigger trap than all the other traps in this facility combined. Even so, Damon theorizes that the white noise might help with his sleeping problem and decides that such an invaluable possible utility trumps the risks, Kayden be damned.

Turning back to the roomba, he calls out to it while pointing at the hilt's display. "I'll be taking this one. ...What does it do?"

Ardor

Name: Damon Uccello

Gender: ♂

Age: 19

Appearance

Motivation: Escape.