ScienMalefica

dangan ronpa, word of dispair rp

One problem is the lack of motive to murder, if people play strategically to win everyone would probably play it safe. Maybe a GM sends a message telling the murderer to kill someone of their choice and the murderer responds with the victim, location and weapon of choice. Then the GM posts on the IC making an announcement that (Victim) has been murdered! They were killed at (Location) with a (Weapon) and PMs the victim telling them the murderer and the victim responds to the GM with more evidence, but if the GM decides the evidence is too obvious they get the victim to change it.

Tales from the nevermore (closed. do not post.)

"There's only one weapon I've ever shown an interest or aptitude for and it's most likely you know nothing of how to use it more than instincts," Orion muttered, remembering the one weapon he ever showed an interest for, which they'd probably consider even more foolish than swordplay. "As for my age, I'm 16, and I'm not legally an adult here, but adulthood is relative, in Iran and Saudi Arabia I'd become an adult at 14, if I was in.... hrm... Ancient Rome for example, I'd be viewed as an adolescent until I was 30. Interesting people they were," Orion chuckled amusedly.

Supernatural Inn

Going over to the fallen Wyvern concerned but seeing that she was getting back up, not so concerned that he ran, James asked, "You alright Wy?" with a look of concern layering a tiny bit of mirth, knowing that she preferred being called Vern but enjoying his normal quirk of having his own nickname for everyone. A childish thing to do but it still lifted his spirits.

Smelling some orange juice and liquor and hearing Asia order a vodka orange juice, James called out without looking at her, "Mind grabbing me a whiskey on the rocks?" He drank little these days but enough that he could enjoy and hold stronger liquors as long as they aren't done neat. Of course that wasn't technically legal, but neither was Asia's vodka orange juice so he figured it was worth a shot. Still looking at Wyvern he snapped out his thoughts and grinned, a wide genuine smile seen rarely among the inn. After all someone needed to kill the boring seriousness.

The Masks We Wear (Full for Now)

Name: Johnathon Jackson
Superhero Alias: Tactical
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Power: Omnicompetence
User can handle all situations and matters, regardless of the problem, situation or conflict, and have the needed skill, knowledge, experience, etc., for any purpose, and will know what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. They will never lose a fight, conflict, etc., due to always being able to see a way to win and/or escape situation.
Mask Appearance: N/A. He needs no mask. He only Teaches.
Personality: TBR
Subject Teaching: Tactics
History: TBR
Other: Due to an accident(before powers), his body is extremely frail. He can never fight, that is, if he wants to live. He's too weak to even get out of his chair.

@ChadsWorth The Third

Sorry but we're not accepting new members any more.

The Masks We Wear (Full for Now)

Okay that makes sense from your Character Sheet I thought it was much more basic, but that's a lot better. Disregard what I said earlier I didn't understand.

Supernatural Inn

Whoops, in my area tripped is more commonly used for a slight fumble opposed to falling as you said it just then. Sorry haha x.x

Supernatural Inn

Well in my country I'm supposed to be grade 10 but skipped to 11, odd the big difference. Yay, we've finally started.

Supernatural Inn

James smiled as he slowly woke up in his room, jumping right out of bed, knocking out the earphones that had ‘Fire’ playing on repeat all night long. Pulling a red collared shirt and some jeans on he left the room and walked downstairs to the restaurant area, seeing Vern by herself.

James wasn’t too close to anyone at the inn since dragons weren’t seen as the friendliest type of unhuman, but James wasn’t that bad… unless he got angry. That was probably the clincher now that he thought about it. Nobody would like being friends with someone that scares them.

Breaking out of his thoughts to see Vern he gave a weaker smile than normal given the thought pattern uncharacteristic of his normal extreme happiness or extreme anger, and sat on one of the tables casually, trying to think if there was any more he could make more friends so maybe he’d be angry less.

Supernatural Inn

To say something to you I get sick of hearing myself (so sorry in advance) I thought you were older you seem so mature. I'm not sure how the grade in my country relates internationally but I'm 14.

Supernatural Inn

Makes sense. Ignore my perfection complex.