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Danganronpa Alternate (Reboot, in need of new players)

... to show what my chary looks like or some shiz.

Aurel Fuchs

Name:

Aurel Fuchs

Gender:

Male

Talent - Ultimate Thief:

Aurel is noted to have exceptional skills when it comes to snatching an item from someones hands without them even realizing it, or anything in the midst of the room in plain sight. However, this is usually done on impulse with no exact rhyme or rhythm to it all. To add onto it, he has the uncanny ability to sneak around without even trying, seemingly popping out of no where naturally. While he does have lockpicking down, he still needs to work on it from time to time.

Appearance:

Usually slouching over, Aurel isn't a very vivid individual aside from the clothes he wears, standing nearly at six feet if he didn't slouch as much. The height someone will usually find him at is around five feet and nine inches, usually with a dull or bored visage. His hair is just a constant mess; a jungle of white splayed out in random directions, looking nearly impossible to tame. Other than his wild case of bedhead, he does have smouldering blue eyes that seem to be usually devoid of passion, seldom lighting up with any bouts of curiosity or life. Finally, he does harbor a bit of an athletic build, more or less along the lines of a runners toned body.

When it comes to outfits, he is much more standout than his actual appearance. Aurel's usual duds are displayed above as he wears purple tinted goggles with a missing lens. He wears a black, sleeveless turtleneck underneath his peculiar purple jacket. It has an obvious triangular motif about the center and some parts of the sleeves around the shoulders are missing; design choice most likely. Along with that, he wears some baggy pants that went along with the set, and some black gloves. Parts of his arm have been wrapped up in bandages for some reason.

Personality:

■ Aloof
■ Calculating
■ Calm
■ Curious
■ Difficulty saying no
■ Envious
■ Good-natured
■ Insecure
■ Neurotic
■ Observant
■ Organized
■ Quiet
■ Seldom irritable
■ Selfless

Backstory:

Well, for the most part, his childhood was rather uneventful and normal. Aurel was born to two German parents on the east coast of America, somewhere in a sleepy town of Virginia. Too good to be true with one parent acting as a lawyer and another as a stay at home mom; a perfect little nuclear family. Of course, their child did have a couple of issues.

Little Aurel was unusually quiet child who had some difficulty making friends and what not. However, he always had a tendency to... take things that weren't his... bah, enough sugar coating, he was a little thief.

It was around five years old when he started snatching. Of course, these were just minor things that seemingly wouldn't cost a fortune, ranging from spicy snacks that would make his nose dribble to the cutest of stuffed bears that would make any child squeal with delight. While it wasn't noticeable at first, his parents became alarmed over the amount of toys and teddy bear accumulating in their child's room, keeping receipts and the what not to identify whether or not they purchased said item... and of course, it did end up with little Aurel getting caught when their parents finally discovered the discrepancy.

They did return some of the items, lecturing Aurel and bailing him out of trouble, but it became evident that this was just the start of it all. Over time, his "heists" were bigger and bigger, more worrisome than the last. The family, for example, came home with a high-definition plasma screen tv without realizing it until they were unloading groceries.

They couldn't just return these items, namely out of fear over having their son missing out on future opportunities, and the fact that this could tarnish the Fuch's family reputation. So, they continued the same lifestyle, save for the fact that they were housing a criminal who had a penchant for taking anything he pleased.

However, a small organization of people did eventually catch wind of this, via pinpointing the location of where said thief was hiding. While they did think it was one of Aurel's parents, they soon discovered the error they made over who the thief was when Aurel managed to snatch some tasers and other priceless belongings from them without even realizing it.

Of course, this lead them to making a proposition with the parents, blackmailing them on keeping quiet about their sons antics and would reward the family a well, but in return, Aurel would help them. They ended up begrudgingly agreeing.

Over the next few months, America was hit with a crime spree by the organization known as the Crouching Tigers. While the name wasn't exactly original in many peoples eyes, they were on guard. Eventually they expanded to other places, concocting other heists in different countries. One of the more infamous ones was when the Mona Lisa was stolen once more and found in a mans apartment in Italy. While he was framed, the real instigator, but not the mastermind, was traveling home to Virginia.

At this point, his parents did end up becoming corrupted by greed based on how much money they were raking from their son. Their ideals became more warped when the Crouching Tigers ensured that the boy would catch the eye of Hope's Peak... and caught they did based on some of the videos sold to them over what Aurel did. Instead of turning the group and the family in, he was sent off to attend the prestigious Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate Thief, at the behest of his family, and the Crouching Tiger's.

And with that, he began anew.

Miscellaneous Info:

While he does seem to steal indiscriminately, Aurel is noted for having a high count of stolen stuffed animals, ranging from the smallest of teddy bears to fluffy dogs that are as large as chairs.

Does a bit of gardening in his spare time, thought he does seem to favor desert plants over others.

Aurel keeps earplugs on him; while his ears aren't exactly sensitive, he just doesn't enjoy loud noises... and by extension, most music, unless its classical or soft, smooth jazz.

He seems to have a penchant for spicy dishes over any other type of food.

Seems to nibble at his index finger when nervous or thinking.

Aurel's hair color is completely natural, surprisingly enough; his father and mother normally both have white hair as well, lending it to genetics as opposed to hair dye.

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope

Aurel Fuchs

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_{Location:: The Amphitheater
Interacting With:: Snow Iclyn (@addamas), Neola Akiyama (@BrokenPromise), and Kara O'Hara (@AimeChambers)}

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She seemed... pleasant enough. A brief whiff of the air and an even shorter breath out of his mouth were the only things indicative of a sigh. Neola didn't exactly seem to cringe back at him or tried assaulting him with a stick so far, so that was a good start! Even more so with another little lady who decided to interject on in.

As soon as he heard footsteps approaching, Aurel's ears perked up, only to gaze over to see a dainty little girl dressed in a gaudy garb waltz on over to the rest of the group. He didn't even squint and quickly glossed over the lady of a diminutive, petite, seemingly vulnerable stature over. Aurel barely made out her smile as he turned his head away, indirectly glaring at the stuffed toy on stage. If there was a real life sweet roll, she would probably be the closest in his mind... along with a bit of self-preservation.

But regardless, this small bit of interaction caused him not to ponder and chew on his fingers, but rather Aurel obscured his mouth. These two weren't running away, nor making any comments about what his talent was. The talk may of been on the somber topic of how to escape, but that didn't stop him from cracking a small smile across his palm; the bit of kindness from Snow helped a bit, but this situation felt... nice.

The situation felt wrong, yet the results did... give him something to look forward to.

Before Aurel could pipe up and make a response, that totally uncute and probably not devil bear finally intervened amidst the chaos, causing Aurel to revert to his usual, stoic frown. The hand flopped and plunged downwards, pressing itself against his hip as the thief squinted at it.

Of course, the first question it asked was Neo digging at the rules and breaking out of a building someones locked in, followed by something most curious - its objective and the mention of a Mastermind. This caused his scowl to only intensify as it continued speaking once he learned how... broad yet narrow its goal was.

Didn't help that constantly listening to that squeaky, high pitched voice wasn't doing it any favors. But at the mention of a mastermind, one of his index fingers was being chewed on once again. It mentioned the mastermind was amongst them... who could it be? Was it just bullshitting to make us distrustful and paranoid? Did the masterminds plans align with that... thing?

Regardless, the boy was left to think as the harsh, raucous laughter ringed in his ears before watching... the bear disappear into thin air.

Huh... that... possibly explains something at least. And following that, a small sigh of relief escaped the two slits of his mouth; there was a bit of solace in not having to hear it speak anymore, but there were more important things to respond to...

... like Neola's idea.

Honestly, it sounded like a good idea on paper, but... "... considering what the electric gate is for, I don't think we're gonna find any rubber suits around here," Aurel murmured, slowly rotating his head to face back in the groups general direction. If anything, there were over a dozen reasons he could think of over why it would be impossible to find some rubber suits... but enough on that, there had to be another contingency they weren't thinking of...

Tugging his index finger away from his gnawing teeth, there was a sudden outburst of Neola requesting that they go to the bathroom, pronto. That seemed... out of no where as Aurel's eyes widened a bit with his jaw slouching a tad, revealing some of his teeth.

He blinked a bit, staring directly at her before Snow decided to put off the needs of the girl down for her own with abrasive indifference. The thief just shook his head and chuckled, wiping his somewhat saliva coated finger on the side of his pants before tapping away at the tablet.

"Snow... there's no need to be so cold... besides," he calmly grinned, pressing his finger down gently on the screen before holding it up, displaying what looked to be a gridlock map of the vicinity, the camp they were in. "It did leave a map hanging around here... more so installed, but still..."

Briefly, Aurel tapped a certain part of the map, emphasizing a certain area where they needed to go before pivoting to face the path they came from. "... in any case, how about we go to the bathroom," Aurel spoke down to the ground, staring at it as he passed Kara and Neola, only to pause for a second to lean in and whisper something to Snow.

"As well as walk, talk and figure away out," he broke away from the white haired girl only to disappear for a few seconds, the last place his foot was seen was deviating from the path. The moment he swerved away from the dirt path, the sound of a rustling bush could be heard nearby. It resonated not too far from the stone structure, and abruptly stopped before anyone could go investigate the noise.

"... it's this way, by the by," he spoke up mildly, back on the track and appearing once again as he stood on and pointed down the path, gesturing to head this way to the trio of girls. However, there was something else that was disparate about the thief; while his own tablet was in hand, there was another item that he clutched tightly to his side - a little, ragged rabbit that looked to have a bunch of stitches here and there.

... time to get going.

You Can Become a Hero!

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th
"Interacting With"::@Inkarnate (Mizuhana Yoshiba), @Scrub Mage (Katō Takara), @floodtalon (Adachi Chen), @Altered Tundra (Chikyu Yuki), and @liferusher (Kishimoto Rin)

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Breathe in and breathe out - that's the only activity Adrianne spent doing for the most of her time riding on the bullet train... other than sizing up the others in this train and constantly thinking about the text messages she received from her family. She was tenser than ever, with that attitude only exemplified by one of her legs shifting back and forth.

She unblinkingly stared out the window, her scowling visage resting on her propped up arm; furrowing her brows, Adrianne breathed deeply through her nose before breathing out the same passage. Watching the scenery swiftly pass on by, the girl thought about the final message as she stepped off that plane, alone. Temporary reservations were made early on for her to stay at a hotel. Adrianne knew what her parents hoped the girl would do for the past few days.

Their efforts were no different than what she thought of it all - a waste of time. She was here for many reasons, and screwing around wasn't on her agenda. That scowl intensified as she closed her eyes and let out a short sigh, sitting and meditating to herself before opening her eyes again to focus the scenery swiftly fly on by.

It was just as fleeting as her interest as the girl rolled her head to look the other way, finding herself glaring at the empty seats across the aisle... in fact there weren't a whole lot of others surrounding the other seats other than her suitcase. It was like she was cursed being... it didn't help that Adrianne could hear the rather noisy whispering of what she presumed were Japanese students heading to Ishin.

"Tch," she peered back over the seat, resting her arm on the head of it, glaring backward at the perpetrators. They didn't exactly catch her doing this until thirty seconds later, but one of them immediately shut up, cuing the other to take a glimpse at what their friend was staring at.

Her visage was stoic and stony, hardened just as much as her muscles, semi-visible through the sleeves... and Adrianne's face? That stare was all it took to get them to shut up.

That former scowl harbored from earlier had dissipated, turning into a nearly unnoticeable frown. Her eyes were focused directly on the duo, as if glowing and silently judging them with a high level of contempt; those were the red eyes they were stabbed with, piercing and vibrant... and the way her brows furrowed and the ways girls eyes slowly went into a semi-squint. She radiated with that cold, sharp discerning visage, slowly moving it to eye the others conversing, only to notice them breaking into an unnatural silence of whispers.

A few thoughts were going through her head, such as a passing judgment upon the supposed other students of Ishin, sizing up her competition, as well as silently pondering to herself over what they were all discussing. Was it the news, daily life, or how their dreams were? Adrianne was certain she heard something about a nightmare performing some strange deed.

Or maybe they were talking about that hero?

... as much as she wanted to know, there was a stronger urge to stay put and not waste her time. Interjecting wasn't on her list of priorities... her real priority was getting to Ishin Academy.

As the bullet train came to a halt, Adrianne took few passing glimpses as she slowly rose to her feet. Tightly grasping the handle of the large suitcase, she instantaneously hauled it behind as if it was nothing more than a lightweight ragdoll. She had to do everything she could to prepare for this, even doing minor "workouts" such as these on the way to her new school.

She was alone, stepping out into the aisle and deftly striding out the front door, appearing as if there was a chip on her shoulder. The horned girl didn't even hear the conversation start up again, loud and cacophonous is ever. Not like she would ever care as she alternated the arm she carried her luggage in, wordlessly recalling and making her way down the streets.

The train was no different than before - everyone kept their distance and whispered to themselves... though she did swore that she heard something about "that horned girl." That certainly caused her to raise an eyebrow and glower in the direction she heard that in.

... other than the little comment and her nasty glare, the whole trip was uneventful; she had the layout somewhat memorize to a tee, barely making a single mistake as she trudged, closer and closer to the academy.

Eventually, after some time, she arrived, alternating her grasp on the suitcase to her left hand. While she would of normally been punctual, she was... intuitive, curious, judgemental. The girl wanted to get an idea of what she was up against; she had an idea of how Ishin worked, hell, even was exposed to something similar earlier in her life.

So she stood, pretending to bask in the "glow" of Ishin, hungry eyes not fixated on the towering school she was going to conquer, but the others attending. She blinked once during this whole predicament, sifting through the crowds and mentally separating the mites from the apex predators, the bottom-feeders and the sharks, the first-rate students who were a threat and the third-rates who would most likely quit.

She was still as a statue, radiating an aura of displeasure as she studied everyone. Some acted like this was just their everyday, ordinary school. What, did they not properly learn about how to use their quirks responsibly or something? Were they still living their fantasies? She bared her teeth, frowning largely in displeasure over some of the students who got in, brows furrowing to the point that if she tried to crease her brows further, they just might tear off from the sheer force.

Not a whole lot look serious; some might be familiar with how the school works, some might not be. It was difficult to tell, especially with those meandering on the campus lawn... so she just filed them into the same group...

... and that's when she decided to leave for the hall housing the first-years. Trudging out of the courtyard, her face contorted with sheer disgust and frustration. She could just break the grip of her suitcase just by tightening her own hand around it, yet she displayed some restraint. This was ridiculous.

Why were they all so relaxed?! Did they breeze through the interview because they knew someone? Got in by recommendation? Or was it because they were Japanese?! Did they get free passes because of any of these reasons?!

...

...

...

No, no, stop. Don't get pissed. This is your first day. Ishin will see them for who they are and they'll be gone within the week... possibly a month in the worst case scenario. Just breathe in and out through your nose. Calm breaths. This is fine... besides, you'll show em' anyways. They'll see. You'll kick their asses out of the park.

Just breathe in and out...

Taking a deep breath in and out, seldom taking in the other students around her. That unpleasant scene and thought was just... unbearable. Better to just try and focus on herself, at least right now. Despite the mildly crowded corridors and close vicinity of students, there was still a bit of a bubble surrounding her as Adrianne made a passing glance... suddenly became Moses by making a small group of people part a bit.

This involuntarily caused her to just roll her eyes and shake her head, glaring down the hallway before noticing a few students be ushered into a specific hall. From the last time she reviewed how this whole presentation was going to go out, this hall was supposed to be for first years... god, the way school years were structured here were peculiar.

Filing in with the crowd, there was a temporary contortion of her face, a bit of a mixed bag of emotions over what she was feeling. On one hand, this auditorium was actually filled with a lot of students... on another, some of them were just being a bunch of chatty dips. Eventually, it just settled back to her usual visage as she strode up to the front and quickly found a seat that was far away from some of these more chatty individual.

... though, while she did observe others, more and more came, filing in, wading to their assorted defeat or success, Adrianne relocated herself more than once around the front. At certain times, it was because most of these third-rate students were busy blathering over some event she could care less about; wasted brain space and time was what that was.

Other times, some attempted to converse with her, to which she callously ignored, grabbing her bag and hauling it away to another spot. It was less of a waste of time to keep relocating than to have to actually put up with some of these flunkies... she would of hoped that she could be stationed near some students with a semblance of responsibility and silence.

If anything, it was getting grating that she had to constantly move every few minutes. It made her look indecisive, and she did not want these people looking down on her like she was... so against her better, agitated judgement, she ended up sitting next to Tentacle Blue and Her Comedy Crew.

Regardless, it was just irritating just being in the vicinity of them, at least four seats away. She was mildly slouching in her chair, leaning on one of the armrests and propping up the rest of her arm to cradle her cheek on. There was a bit of a pout on her face that was blooming into a spiteful glower by the minute... didn't these people know how to shut up?

And if anything else, she was the epicenter of it all, the cause of this disturbance from what she presumed... probably a friggin' second-rate student who didn't know how to control the rest of her third-rate crew.

So throughout the chaos that was ensuring near her, Adrianne slowly turned and anchored her head, glowering directly at Tentacle Blue with a piercing gaze, and a scowl that was ultimately filled with contempt.

How did people like this even get into the school?

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope

Aurel Fuchs

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_{Location:: The Amphitheater
Interacting With:: Snow Iclyn (@addamas), and Neola Akiyama (@BrokenPromise)}

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Aurel sighed slightly as the woman procured her own tablet before returning his vision to his own. His hand glided over as he performed a similar action to the girl, skimming off each person, one by one, and found they were all Ultimates, no different than he. The thief couldn't help but nod just slightly to himself as he continued absorbing all the knowledge. While there were some curiosities, like Aya Usui and Neola Akiyama, there was always one he came back to that sent a shiver down his spine, one that completely stole away the color from his face.

Alice Parker, the Ultimate Assassin.

... and he thought his talent was problematic... but this one... in a scenario like this, he didn't exactly know how said Assassin would react. Would she try to kill someone to get out of dodge as quickly as possible or analyze the situation. Either or was a possibility as Aurel became anxiously engrossed with the tablet, slowly bringing an index finger up and gnawing on it.

No one was really going to kill another to get out of her? Right? It was silly, preposterous, surreal...

"What does Monokuma get out of this," were the words that echoed in his mind as he constantly stared down the tablet before being snapped from his trance by Snow, jerking back a bit as he sheepishly looked up with a moderately neutral visage. The words that came out of her mouth were a bit distressing, but maybe the assassin wouldn't try to kill someone.

Aurel couldn't help but clutch the bunny and tablet to his chest as he listened, looking off to the side somewhat uncomfortably when she said she didn't exactly care much for anyone here, shifting a bit away from her when she passed on by. But the final words she said? It made him look up and briefly made eye contact with her.

As soon as the thief saw her going towards the crowds, he immediately tried reaching out to try and stop her, but he faltered. His hand cringed back for a moment as he sighed slightly and slumped back against the tree, eyeing Snow move farther and farther away from him. Breaking his field of view from the lady, he shoved himself up, taking one step after the woman before abruptly stopping. Glancing down at the bunny in his arms, his eyes widened before moving back up to stare at the girl with the peculiar device.

... Aurel thought he felt his heart stop for a brief second, his throat parched and dry. His breathing ceased as he felt a similar feeling in his gut told him something bad was going to happen. It was reminiscent of the heist involving the few different places claiming they had the Holy Lance... namely the first run in Rome...

Outsourced guards, attack dogs, and so on... it didn't help that their leader announced cockily and anonymously to the world what the next items they were going to steal...

After recalling that horrid memory, as well as scope out the vicinity, he took note of the bush he hid in earlier and briskly strode on over to it. His regular breathing returned as he examined it before going to work on it, attempting to make it look as it did before he carved it out from earlier.

It only took a minute or two, but while he was at it, Snow spoke up, breaking his trance upon fixing the bush up, causing him to peer over at the lady, standing with confidence. He felt his heart pounding for what felt like an eternity before stopping. A frown was plastered on his face with glistening eyes that only continued to widen as he talked.

Upping the rate he was going at, he began quickly carving out a hidden compartment in the bushes - a place to safely set the bunny without anyone realizing it was there, as well a prevent any sort of damage to it! Sighing to himself, he set the bunny in, keeping an ear to Snow as she spoke out confidently... too confidently.

It honestly hurt a bit to hear her say that she didn't trust anyone, as that meant him too... He couldn't help but slouch as he rose up, keeping his ears peeled. Even if it was a short while, he... mmm... Aurel took in a deep breath, clearing out those thoughts for a while. He wouldn't let it bother him, no, he wouldn't. He would go over there, support her plan, and try to interrogate their "counselor."

Steadily walking over to Snow, he nearly stopped in his tracks the moment he heard a booming, abrasive shout coming from the the purple haired boy from earlier. Aurel couldn't help but glare at the boy, squinting as he frowned; "Ando Yamagata," the thief murmured to himself, continuing to traverse closer to Snow at a pacing that could be dubbed "nearly immovable."

Of course, the moment he heard a name shouted out and the fact of the matter of her talent, he halfheartedly scrolled on over and tapped on the name. Everything to her talent, appearance, blood type, and so on was still listed as before. Aurel couldn't help but squint and purse his lips, uttering "Schrödinger's cat," as he neared Snow.

Upon nearly bumping into the hairstylist, he cleared his throat, and put up a forced, yet genuine semi-smile on his face. Placing a hand on the girls shoulder, he stared forward, looking into the crowd. "... you came off a bit too callously... but I think it's a good plan," he nodded, doing his best to try and affirm what she said, briefly turning his head to look at the woman.

His hand. Doing this was... hm, how was it... how would he think of this? Aurel's hand unnaturally recoiled back, unnoticeably shaking. The way that part of his body was acting was stark contrast to the appearance on his face as it snapped back into position, overlooking the crowd ahead.

"... I'll, mmm... how about I t-try saying something," he muttered coolly to the woman, taking one step forward as he attempted to straighten himself out and stand at his full height. Taking in a deep breath, he opened his mouth...

... and it was all over. He was incapable of getting a word out as the ones involved with the assassin began descending into chaos with petty threats, cursing, and most likely false "statistics" being thrown out just for the hell of it. Raising a finger up and opening his mouth, nothing came out. Before Aurel knew it, he was biting on his lip as his hand, now shaped into a fist, began to descend.

How was he supposed to do this? He could do it, right? It wasn't that hard, right? Well, amongst it all, he did make out a synthetic voice in the crowd of chaos requesting a hit... and a chill went down his spine as soon as he noticed it was from. His gut feeling was shouting at him from the top of its lungs, telling Aurel not to let out a singular peep.

And so, he stood motionless, unknowing of what to say and respond to this all, making out a point amongst the flurry of insults before the whole situation settled with Alice deciding to go off and the Gambler, a.k.a Davis opting to stop her... this sort of solved itself?

So much for trying to say anything.

Dejected, he grunted and shrugged to himself, backing up and pivoting towards Snow, only to witness a pretty blue-haired girl come up to her. Aurel was able to pick up the questions she asked about the exit, and concluded that she must of believed it to be like a... checkpoint of sorts... well, I guess maybe clearing that up would be a start.

Slowly, he silently crept up towards the duo, doing his best to keep a calm visage over the whole situation before stopping at least within two feet of her. Blinking, he looked down at her before coolly responding to the girls question.

"To get more into specifics, the exit is a large gate, so walking through isn't exactly an option."

You Can Become a Hero!

A d r i a n n e

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Kunze Adrianne

_Age

15

_Origin

Düsseldorf, Germany

_{Physical Description}

Adrianne is a composed lady, standing at about a striking five feet and ten inches, which is a height above most female peers; funny enough, shes still growing despite it all. For the most part, she displays a moderately muscled, hardened physique, with a flat, taut abdomen to boot. Her figure, for the most part, is one expected to have at this state of growth in a teenager, and tends to do her best when caring for said body. Like her family, Adrianne's natural hair coloring is black, with the white steaks being dyed and "experimental" as she calls it. Following more traits of her family (mother's side) are her piercing, focused red eyes; she used to wear glasses, but now sticks to wearing contacts due to the nature of her powers. The only thing she really got from her dad was the fact that she grew two small horns like him on the sides of her head. Other than that, she often has a frown that generally makes her appear to have a scornful, resting bitch face.

If anything is to say about her clothes, its... that Adrianne has never picked them out. Honestly, if it looks good to her parents, she'll just roll with it, such as the given example of her current wear displayed above. The first thing to note is the clear, white blouse she has on, which is somewhat large considering that it obscures the skirt she has on. Following this are a couple of purple ribbons that she has been taught to tie around at certain portions on her body. The only thing she can really say that she likes about said clothing is that it mostly is loose.

_{Characterization}

- Bitter
- Disciplined
- No-nonsense
- Passionate
- Perfectionist
- Quiet
- Serious
- Somewhat lonely
- Usually reserved
- Vindictive to a certain degree

_{Personal History}

Quirks... they defined the family legacy, their culture, and why they were so specific. This is what made the Kunze's reject any notion of those who didn't fall under their concepts, their creation of a hero, their desires, the history they wanted to leave on this world. So what happens when someone is born not fitting into this mold? It depends on the progenitor, the parents they come from... as well as the current matriarch or patriarch of the house and triumvirates.

They weren't revered as a great house that bred top heroes for nothing, especially since attending some of the top schools for being a hero was the norm.

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Adrianne was born in Düsseldorf to a pair of Pro Heroes, one of which had a job outside of heroism; her mother with telekinesis who was one of many children born from the Kunze lineage and her father who had the quirk to transform any part of his body, sometimes his entire self, into an entity resembling a demon in old myths and legends; he also worked as an elementary teacher. Growing up, she was the middle child, between her older brother Lukas, and her younger sister, Lisbeth. For the most part, their lives were normal, as much as you could call normal in this quirky world. However, it was more like Adrianne's world was a ticking time bomb as a result of the family she was born into.

Her mom was of a Germanic heritage, one that cultivated and grew children with psychic quirks... mostly telekinesis. They would often grow these children to be the very best through strenuous training that forced them to expand their powers before sending them to one of higher up hero academies of the world when they came of age... mostly U.A.

While her brother and younger sisters quirk manifested as Telekinesis, hers... well...

She gained her fathers quirk instead - being able to transform certain parts of her body into limbs or parts that were similar to those of a demon. Upon hearing this, The Kunze's generally consensus for disposing of children like this was to put them in an orphanage. Usually when this happened, a divorce would surely follow, but yet, there was none of it. Her mother, nor father fought about this and decided that they wouldn't abandon their child to uphold that legacy.

This made the annual family meetings in Germany awkward, especially when it came to discussions about further training involving said children. None of the adults, aside from her own parents even acknowledged her; playing with her cousins was an alright ordeal, at least until she noticed something - that she had a different quirk than them all. Honestly, it was a bit strange, but she never felt the impact later in her life until more and more of these annual meetings continued.

Everyone became so... distant. Instead of the silence from the adults, she was met with callous remarks. Only when her mother eventually took her aside, she then learned what was going on and why. While it was a bit difficult for her childlike mind to understand, there was a certain type of juvenile hatred, yet desire to be accepted. She tried her damndest to be noticed, or have them acknowledge her, only to be met with the same condescending attitude than before.

This only seemed to embitter Adrianne, driven now by a mixture of spite and a desperate attempt at being loved by those who chose not to acknowledge her, even going so far as to mimic the training she saw Lukas and Lisbeth go through! Of course, when some members of the Kunzes caught wind of this, well... they decided to play it off to their advantage, maybe break the girl a little and drive her away since she besmirched that legacy they were constantly trying to make.

Despite saying she was behind and constantly decided to push her and put her into scenario's more befitting of telekinetic users, she ultimately failed there... most of the time. Often, she would either power through, or be helped by her older brother, which caused some small amount of resentment to slowly build up towards him over time. Other than that, she often proved to be superior to everyone else in physical activities, taking pride in displaying that she was better than them at that... yet, it was never enough for the Kunzes.

After her first time training with the family over summer vacation, Adrianne's father decided to... take some of the matters into his own hands, via utilizing a "specialized" version of quirk counseling that the children received by supplementing her with his own version of training her up... as well as making sure she had time to relax by taking her out on fishing trips, one of his favorite past-times.

Every year ended up being the same rinse and repeat, with certain aspects of her personality and life beginning to boil over. She honed her body to a grandiose scale, but at the cost of alienating other people/sacrificing any aspect of a social life she would have, as well as having a strained relationship with her very own brother to the point of always trying to one-up him.

Of course, that was made worse when he decided to attend U.A., the #1 ranked school in the world for heroics. The Kunze's encouraged it, seeing it as a way to continue displaying their greatness, as well as giving the boy a chance to shine... plus, it did help that a few of them were graduates from that place, including the current patriarch.

Upon hearing this, their father was ecstatic and approving of the choice... however, their mother was against it for a multitude of reasons at first. However, she was eventually won over after witnessing the hard-work he had gone through, the enthusiasm he displayed, and a certain desire in his eyes, she eventually cracked.

While the Kunze's began utilizing their connections to ensure he got in through recommendation, making meetings with some of their children and friends to prepare for his lodgings, and so on, Lukas and his family began filling out all the paperwork (with him doing most of the work)... with Adrianne bearing witness to all of this. During this time, she became more unresponsive, quiet, brooding, and above all envious.

There was a certain chill during this time as she began to push herself and train even harder to the point where she would just pass out from frustration, exhaustion, or a mixture of both. The demeaning comments from the Kunze's as she continued to push herself didn't exactly help her state of mind.

Upon witnessing this, something just cracked inside of her.

Instead of trying to attend the school her mother or father attended, she began researching Japan, forgoing the original desire to head to the #1 school in Europe to prove herself. That wouldn't be enough, no. They would continue to ignore her, treat her lesser than the dirt she walked on. She pondered on attending U.A. for a second before recalling her older brother. How would she be able to stand out from someone who was going to get in by recommendation? The Kunze's certainly wouldn't do that for her.

How would they be able to see what she was capable of? How would they appreciate her for the bullshit she had to deal with? They would never understand her...

So her next target became the second best school in Japan - Ishin Academy. She was going to rip that spotlight away from him and show the Kunze's, the students, the staff her worth. She wasn't just going to be a shadow to her brother, constantly being overlooked.

In the midst of her training, she began pouring more and more research into the place, even requesting that her parents get that same Japanese language tutor they had for Lukas over. Of course, they said no and constantly tried to get her to apply somewhere else... that is, until they saw something reminiscent of Lukas in their eyes; while the reasons for her going differentiated largely, they saw that same desire. Defeated and mildly worried, they hired the tutor once more.

Over the course of these few passing years, everything continued to get harder and harder for her, especially since she learned more about Ishin through a second hand source - the tutor. She learned about how rigorous the school was as she began recollecting and regaling tales her close friend told her about the place, especially with how they treated foreigners. It caused her to draw more similarities to her own relatives than before, causing a certain disdain for the place to be imprinted upon her mind and only further amplified the sheer spite she had for the Academy and the Kunze's.

It didn't help that the Kunze's caught wind of this endeavor and desire swiftly. During the Kunze's annual training, they made points that only a few of them had been able to graduate from that place with their dignity and pride intact, even occasionally slipping that there's no way someone like her would possibly succeed, and that she should just give up.

The blunt, minor remarks were a far cry from the indirect way of getting her to give up... yet at this stage in her development, they were enough to push her even further, stirring up the accumulated spite within even more...

She wasn't just going to give up... it wasn't in Adrianne's nature after all.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

My first thought over her when creating this chick was a reverse-Todoroki... namely due to where she originated from, but that's a story for another time. Adrianne is a character that I see fighting against society itself, specifically her Mother's side of the family. As a result of not being born with a psychic or telekinetic quirk, she is often forgone by most people over said side, and even shunned or bullied. This (probably) wouldn't be such a large problem if her mother's side of the family wasn't known for producing great Pro Heroes with said psychic or telekinetic quirks, but I digress. In due part, she fights against the discrimination she faced growing up, to make said family bear witness to the powers they ultimately devalue when "creating" new heroes. Granted, this comes with some drawbacks, such as the meaning of being a hero to Adrianne, but that'll be covered later on.

Right now, I see her as being antagonistic to a certain degree, and probably not making a whole lot of friends. If anything, she'll probably be dismissive or frustrated at the other students, namely due to trying to prove herself, but mostly because she lacks any sort of knowledge over how to have a normal conversation with another person. Uniquely, she'll probably impose the views her Mom's side of the family has onto the school itself, seeing them as a stone to defeating aid families mindset.

To add on to the latter portion, namely the way she interacts with others, I made her mostly a workaholic who has a singular goal and works tirelessly at it. Adrianne lacks any sort of social life and has been a sort of reclusive girl her entire life, never bothering to stop and smell the roses. I hope for her to start off, again, not thinking too much, but show some sort of growing desire for acceptance and companionship amongst her peers, eventually blossoming into respect and other things.

Following that, it would help her get through this unhealthy aspect of life, i.e. focusing primarily on work, and not working on improving other aspects of her life that help make a healthy person.

The question, what it means to be a hero I don't think has ever popped up in her mind. In fact, the only reason she's going out of her way to prove herself is to force her mother's side of the family to see the value in powers like hers, as well as to be accepted. Basically, to be a "great" hero; by "great," I don't mean that she'll be selfless and altruistic. Ironically enough, she'll be more like said family at first, motivated purely by her own self-interest. Eventually, I hope to develop her into someone who decides to "shrug" off the family name and strike out as her own hero; one that inspires hope in the "underdogs" of society, and those who are generally oppressed.

To sum it up, she ironically is becoming the same thing she is fighting against, but I want her to grow out of it, possibly learning to not only be a better person, but to respect and understand others, and do what it takes to go beyond and become her own person.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Transformation

_{Quirk Description}

Adrianne's quirk developed from her father's side, allowing her to take on the guise of a [Demonic Manifestation]. This allows her to take on the traits associated with demons or demonic beings from myth and legend, allowing her to augment her physical ability based on which physical shape she transforms her body into. Two examples are changing both of her lower limbs into goat-like legs, increasing her agility, as well as allowing her to cover more distance vertically when leaping into the air; the other example is altering her arms (and to some extension the area around her spine) into a chitinous, gnarled, twisted claws with jagged edges going all the way down to her spine. The main part of this all is that she can utilize this as a way to increase her strength and tear opponents to shreds rather easily, but also has a few other functions as well (i.e. a bit of defense and slow climbing).

Due to not having complete control over this quirk, she can only change a specific portion of her body to encompass said strengths and traits of a demon. Moreover, while she can swiftly transform said parts of her body to match a specific trait, doing so too much in a short amount of time will result in her becoming more and more tired, as well as causing Adrianne to bleed around certain parts of her body where she formerly transformed.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Don't Underestimate Me!: You think she can't handle a punch or give one back without her [Demonic Manifestation]? Family training on her mothers end, as well as her fathers training, boxing lessons, as well as a few scuffles without her quirk will say otherwise.

German, Japanese, I Got It: As a result of trying to prove herself to her own family, as well as being able to speak with future classmates, she has taken it up to become bilingual. While she did pick up the tongue of her German heritage rather quickly, Japan was a bit difficult to come by... but nevertheless, she doesn't make as many mistakes as she did before!... probably.

Hook, Line, and Sinker: Whenever she wasn't busy working herself to be the absolute best, her father often brought her out on fishing trips... rather, dragged since she would probably keep declining if he didn't. She started out hating it, then begrudgingly going along with it since there was nothing to do, and finally silently enjoying it.

Jab, Jab, Left Hook!: As a part of her own physical training, she often works out and partakes in boxing. While she is a bit of a rookie, Adrianne has a really nasty left swing, and is more of a southpaw than anything. This training also helps her destressify, via inelegantly punching the crap out of a bag or her trainer.

Mind Spotting Me?: To continue over the latter, this is a part of her families (mothers side) training regiment, taking to it a lot easier than her cousins and very much excelling in it. Enjoys taking in the fact that shes superior in this section when compared to said cousins and even her own brother as well.

You Can Become a Hero!

Alright then, I'll try to have a rework of their backstory, possibly where they lived, as well as minor abilities outside of their quirk reworked over the next few days.

Considering the little idea of picking either Germany or Japan, this could make things bit interesting. A foreigner to a large portion of her family and country, or forced to attend Ishin with little to no choice in the matter by her mother's side of the family? Hmm, hmm...

You Can Become a Hero!

Welp, got her knocked out; hopefully her backstory does fit into the story involving MHA and this RP!

Adrianne Kunze

A d r i a n n e

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Kunze Adrianne

_Age

15

_Origin

Albany, United States

_{Physical Description}

Adrianne is a composed lady, standing at about a striking five feet and ten inches, which is a height above most female peers; funny enough, shes still growing despite it all. For the most part, she displays a moderately muscled, hardened physique, with a flat, taut abdomen to boot. Her figure, for the most part, is one expected to have at this state of growth in a teenager, and tends to do her best when caring for said body. Like her family, Adrianne's natural hair coloring is black, with the white steaks being dyed and "experimental" as she calls it. Following more traits of her family (mother's side) are her piercing, focused red eyes; she used to wear glasses, but now sticks to wearing contacts due to the nature of her powers. The only thing she really got from her dad was the fact that she grew two small horns like him on the sides of her head. Other than that, she often has a frown that generally makes her appear to have a scornful, resting bitch face.

If anything is to say about her clothes, its... that Adrianne has never picked them out. Honestly, if it looks good to her parents, she'll just roll with it, such as the given example of her current wear displayed above. The first thing to note is the clear, white blouse she has on, which is somewhat large considering that it obscures the skirt she has on. Following this are a couple of purple ribbons that she has been taught to tie around at certain portions on her body. The only thing she can really say that she likes about said clothing is that it mostly is loose.

_{Characterization}

- Bitter
- Disciplined
- No-nonsense
- Passionate
- Perfectionist
- Quiet
- Serious
- Somewhat lonely
- Usually reserved
- Vindictive to a certain degree

_{Personal History}

Quirks... they defined the family legacy, their culture, and why they were so specific. This is what made the Kunze's reject any notion of those who didn't fall under their concepts, their creation of a hero, their desires, the history they wanted to leave on this world. So what happens when someone is born not fitting into this mold? It depends on the progenitor, the parents they come from.

Adrianne was born in New York to a pair of Pro Heroes, one of which had a job outside of heroism; her mother with telekinesis who was one of many children born from the Kunze lineage and her father who had the quirk to transform any part of his body, sometimes his entire self, into an entity resembling a demon in old myths and legends; he also worked as an elementary teacher. Growing up, she was the middle child, between her older brother Lukas, and her younger sister, Lisbeth. For the most part, their lives were normal, as much as you could call normal in this quirky world. However, it was more like Adrianne's world was a ticking time bomb as a result of the family she was born into.

Her mom was of a Germanic heritage, one that cultivated and grew children with psychic quirks... mostly telekinesis. They would often grow these children to be the very best through strenuous training that forced them to expand their powers before sending them to one of higher up hero academies of the world when they came of age... mostly U.A.

While her brother and younger sisters quirk manifested as Telekinesis, hers... well...

She gained her fathers quirk instead - being able to transform certain parts of her body into limbs or parts that were similar to those of a demon. Upon hearing this, The Kunze's generally consensus for disposing of children like this was to put them in an orphanage. Usually when this happened, a divorce would surely follow, but yet, there was none of it. Her mother, nor father fought about this and decided that they wouldn't abandon their child to uphold that legacy.

This made the annual family meetings in Germany awkward, especially when it came to discussions about further training involving said children. None of the adults, aside from her own parents even acknowledged her; playing with her cousins was an alright ordeal, at least until she noticed something - that she had a different quirk than them all. Honestly, it was a bit strange, but she never felt the impact later in her life until more and more of these annual meetings continued.

Everyone became so... distant. Instead of the silence from the adults, she was met with callous remarks. Only when her mother eventually took her aside, she then learned what was going on and why. While it was a bit difficult for her childlike mind to understand, there was a certain type of juvenile hatred, yet desire to be accepted. She tried her damndest to be noticed, or have them acknowledge her, only to be met with the same condescending attitude than before.

This only seemed to embitter Adrianne, driven now by a mixture of spite and a desperate attempt at being loved by those who chose not to acknowledge her, even going so far as to mimic the training she saw Lukas and Lisbeth go through! Of course, when some members of the Kunzes caught wind of this, well... they decided to play it off to their advantage, maybe break the girl a little and drive her away since she besmirched that legacy they were constantly trying to make.

Despite saying she was behind and constantly decided to push her and put her into scenario's more befitting of telekinetic users, she ultimately failed there... most of the time. Often, she would either power through, or be helped by her older brother, which caused some small amount of resentment to slowly build up towards him over time. Other than that, she often proved to be superior to everyone else in physical activities, taking pride in displaying that she was better than them at that... yet, it was never enough for the Kunzes.

After her first time training with the family over summer vacation, Adrianne's father decided to... take some of the matters into his own hands, via utilizing a "specialized" version of quirk counseling that the children received by supplementing her with his own version of training her up... as well as making sure she had time to relax by taking her out on fishing trips, one of his favorite past-times.

Every year ended up being the same rinse and repeat, with certain aspects of her personality and life beginning to boil over. She honed her body to a grandiose scale, but at the cost of alienating other people/sacrificing any aspect of a social life she would have, as well as having a strained relationship with her very own brother who went on to attend U.A., easily getting in through recommendation alone from what she heard.

She wasn't just going to be a shadow... so seeking the next best place, she decided to apply to Ishin Academy. Adrianne had done a bit of research, looking over what it was like, and even hearing about it from her mother and father. Despite them trying to get her to go to a less hellish and rigorous school, it was all in vain.... after all.

Adrianne had more than one reason for why she had to attend this school.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

My first thought over her when creating this chick was a reverse-Todoroki... namely due to where she originated from, but that's a story for another time. Adrianne is a character that I see fighting against society itself, specifically her Mother's side of the family. As a result of not being born with a psychic or telekinetic quirk, she is often forgone by most people over said side, and even shunned or bullied. This (probably) wouldn't be such a large problem if her mother's side of the family wasn't known for producing great Pro Heroes with said psychic or telekinetic quirks, but I digress. In due part, she fights against the discrimination she faced growing up, to make said family bear witness to the powers they ultimately devalue when "creating" new heroes. Granted, this comes with some drawbacks, such as the meaning of being a hero to Adrianne, but that'll be covered later on.

Right now, I see her as being antagonistic to a certain degree, and probably not making a whole lot of friends. If anything, she'll probably be dismissive or frustrated at the other students, namely due to trying to prove herself, but mostly because she lacks any sort of knowledge over how to have a normal conversation with another person. Uniquely, she'll probably impose the views her Mom's side of the family has onto the school itself, seeing them as a stone to defeating aid families mindset.

To add on to the latter portion, namely the way she interacts with others, I made her mostly a workaholic who has a singular goal and works tirelessly at it. Adrianne lacks any sort of social life and has been a sort of reclusive girl her entire life, never bothering to stop and smell the roses. I hope for her to start off, again, not thinking too much, but show some sort of growing desire for acceptance and companionship amongst her peers, eventually blossoming into respect and other things.

Following that, it would help her get through this unhealthy aspect of life, i.e. focusing primarily on work, and not working on improving other aspects of her life that help make a healthy person.

The question, what it means to be a hero I don't think has ever popped up in her mind. In fact, the only reason she's going out of her way to prove herself is to force her mother's side of the family to see the value in powers like hers, as well as to be accepted. Basically, to be a "great" hero; by "great," I don't mean that she'll be selfless and altruistic. Ironically enough, she'll be more like said family at first, motivated purely by her own self-interest. Eventually, I hope to develop her into someone who decides to "shrug" off the family name and strike out as her own hero; one that inspires hope in the "underdogs" of society, and those who are generally oppressed.

To sum it up, she ironically is becoming the same thing she is fighting against, but I want her to grow out of it, possibly learning to not only be a better person, but to respect and understand others, and do what it takes to go beyond and become her own person.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Transformation

_{Quirk Description}

Adrianne's quirk developed from her father's side, allowing her to take on the guise of a [Demonic Manifestation]. This allows her to take on the traits associated with demons or demonic beings from myth and legend, allowing her to augment her physical ability based on which physical shape she transforms her body into. Two examples are changing both of her lower limbs into goat-like legs, increasing her agility, as well as allowing her to cover more distance vertically when leaping into the air; the other example is altering her arms (and to some extension the area around her spine) into a chitinous, gnarled, twisted claws with jagged edges going all the way down to her spine. The main part of this all is that she can utilize this as a way to increase her strength and tear opponents to shreds rather easily, but also has a few other functions as well (i.e. a bit of defense and slow climbing).

Due to not having complete control over this quirk, she can only change a specific portion of her body to encompass said strengths and traits of a demon. Moreover, while she can swiftly transform said parts of her body to match a specific trait, doing so too much in a short amount of time will result in her becoming more and more tired, as well as causing Adrianne to bleed around certain parts of her body where she formerly transformed.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Don't Underestimate Me!: You think she can't handle a punch or give one back without her [Demonic Manifestation]? Family training on her mothers end, as well as her fathers training, boxing lessons, as well as a few scuffles without her quirk will say otherwise.

German, Japanese, English, I Got It: As a result of trying to prove herself to her own family, as well as being able to speak with future classmates, she has taken it up to become multilingual. While she did pick up the tongue of her German heritage rather quickly, as well as English due to being born in America, Japan was a bit difficult to come by... but nevertheless, she doesn't make as many mistakes as she did before!... probably.

Hook, Line, and Sinker: Whenever she wasn't busy working herself to be the absolute best, her father often brought her out on fishing trips... rather, dragged since she would probably keep declining if he didn't. She started out hating it, then begrudgingly going along with it since there was nothing to do, and finally silently enjoying it.

Jab, Jab, Left Hook!: As a part of her own physical training, she often works out and partakes in boxing. While she is a bit of a rookie, Adrianne has a really nasty left swing, and is more of a southpaw than anything. This training also helps her destressify, via inelegantly punching the crap out of a bag or her trainer.

Mind Spotting Me?: To continue over the latter, this is a part of her families (mothers side) training regiment, taking to it a lot easier than her cousins and very much excelling in it. Enjoys taking in the fact that shes superior in this section when compared to said cousins and even her own brother as well.

You Can Become a Hero!

Hopefully I can get something up by tomorrow with some help from Piro, via discussing this quirk; lets see if I can come up with something that'll go beyond! Plus! Ultra!

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope

Aurel Fuchs

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_{Location:: The Amphitheater
Interacting With:: Snow Iclyn (@addamas)}

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His breathing was low and airy as his unblinking eyes continued to drift between the oncoming students... well, "inferred" students in any case. The only time he was ever close to closing them was when he began squinting at the boy known as Taka, tracing his rather prominent and pronounced visage. However, he had an understanding of what those eyes were like, even if they had a... "familiar" feel to them - the feeling of seeing something.

Aurel could only furrow his brows as his lips curved into a rather shallow frown as he watched Taka and his companion saunter down the path to the amphitheater. During this time, his eyes drifted back to the spot Snow had taken up - behind a tree. The thief wasn't exactly sure if she lost track of him or not, but he would hope that she didn't.

"Taka knows where you're at," Aurel inaudibly mouthed with a somewhat on edge grit of his teeth as he returned to the previous position he was in, save for the fact that he was now chewing on his index finger. Thoughts loomed over whether or not his companion, feminine and sleek looking, might of taken note of Snow... augh, he should of tried coercing her to get into the bush!

Tightly gripping the stone slab, the air around his hands became a bit humid as he stood as still as the architecture he was pressed up against. Along the way, he decided to peek out, just a little bit more; if he was anything less than a so called ultimate, a head poking out from the side of the building would warrant some attention... guess there were some merits to being a friggin' Ultimate Thief...

Regardless, more people were approaching the amphitheater, that much was obvious from what he spotted even with Taka's proclamation. The first person he saw... someone who almost caused him to rethink his theory, if not for a couple of the others following behind him. He had an appearance that reminded him of one of the dealers he saw during a small-time heist, being a scruffy looking man with a shirt, suit, and tie and all...

While the Gamblers presence seemed to demand some attention, Aurel pried his gaze away to identify and analyze the rest of the arriving students. The only one he could immediately recognize right off the bat was the boy with the guitar from earlier - Ultimate Guitarist or Musician as he dubbed. Not much else to be said other than a cute looking girl having what appeared to be a child in a garish dress clinging to her side.

However, something did catch his eye though - a stuffed and battered animal that looked like it had gone through a lot that was being held tightly onto by a rather petite girl with hair that was nearly as white as his. Aurel's eyes were widely opened as a child as the one drifted onto the stage. Certain elements disappeared from sight, the trees, the amphitheater, even the people surrounding it slowly began to vanish in favor of this one doll. While the sounds of others chattering was not enough to break his focus, it would take a lot more to break him from his pleasant reverie as the cogs began turning through his head.

... which didn't take a whole lot considering the fact that he heard the grating, nasally, squeaky voice again, speaking in all its annoying "glory." Everything came blurring back in as he blinked a few times to identify where the sound was coming one, only to discover that it was at the center stage of the amphitheater. Whether his silence was natural or a result of the circumstance, his jaw was slightly agape as one of his eyebrows slowly rose.

That was... a talking stuffed animal... a peculiar one with a sinister looking side to it, but nevertheless, the voice was coming from that. Ugh, looks like he was going to have to bear this pain of listening to... him for a few minutes. That was just spectacular.

The name Monokuma danced across his head, as well commenting that most people knew him already. The latter part didn't seem to important, but something was off as he tilted his head, staring at the toy with quite possibly the rest of the others there. What did catch him off guard was the fact that Monokuma wasn't exactly well aware of what time it is, despite claiming it to be summer.

A nice chill breeze brushed over, causing some hair to obscure one of his eyes. Pushing his hair back to the side a bit, he couldn't help but shiver just slightly. His thoughts were here and there, but found a focal point in determining their location through the weather, time, and animals (save for their "counselor" or whatever)... maybe there was an Ultimate Anthropologist amongst them all?

Regardless, what nearly caused him to stop dead in his tracks were the next words that escaped its maw - that they would have to kill someone. While it did get into more specifics, he was taken aback by the absurdity of it all; it felt way to surreal that a stuffed animal, who seemingly managed to set all of this up, who has no recollection of the weather or what time it really is for the matter, wanted them all to engage in murder with each other. What was it getting out of this?

Squeezing the bunny tightly against his chest, he couldn't help but bite his lip as he looked down at the two PDA's he managed to snatch, mimicking what Monokuma did to activate it... and began toying around and studying its different functions... lets see... there was a built in map, the rules, a blackened out portion, and...

Aurel nearly froze in his tracks at the sight of what he was reading, thumb trembling as it neared the screen once more before slowly moving away. His unblinking eyes were much wider than the ocean itself and his breathing became stunted and stilled as he slowly absorbed what he was looking at right now.

A dossier of himself and his own talent; Aurel Fuchs, The Ultimate Thief... with different forms that you could switch through when calling him by his talent, but that didn't matter! There was information on here regarding him, to his talent, to his blood type! What... jut what was this?

The thief only began walking, albeit at a much slower pace than before, when he tapped on another profile. "Snow Iclyn," he mouthed the words silently to himself as much as he was thinking it; the format showing information about Snow was the same as Aurels, with the same format and anything.

Moving his head away from the screen, Aurel caught a bit of Snows white hair sticking out from behind the tree. She was... not exactly going to like this.

Swiftly picking up the pace, he hopped over with each step towards her, no different than a certain bunny would act if it was a living creature. Once he was shoulders length away from her, he tightly squeezed the bunny whilst grabbing the other tablet in hand. Raising it up, he peered at the side of her head for a mere second before glancing away.

"Here you go... Snow," he murmured softly to the girl, tapping her on the shoulder with one of the two devices he managed to snatch.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

And I finally finished the post that I've been meaning to get up for the past couple of months! Over the next few days I'm going to get some titles and links to our charys finished with my co-gms (finally I take it) as well as post the true plot synopsis for what the Clouded Arc will actually be!

Once a few certain events happen, courtesy of my two lovely gms, the true plot synopsis for the Connections Arc will follow as well! Stay lively world warriors! We are back!