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Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Faith Lambert

♓︎ Name:

Faith Lambert

♓︎ Age:

27

♓︎ Infinite Matchmaker:

Possessing an obsession related to people, and a close to Eidetic Memory, Faith has time and time again proven herself to be a particularly talented matchmaker. Combining a knack for information gathering and social engineering, she can just about set up any two people together, provided they don't out and out hate each other to begin with. Of course, that doesn't mean they'll stick together, but hey, that's the way it rolls.

♓︎ Appearance:

Faith is a slim female standing at roughly 5'6", with shoulder length stark white hair and crimson eyes, beset by an unblemished face that could easily belong to a woman 8 years younger than her. Her most common attire is a simplistic uniform reminiscent of a Japanese Maid, as part of her costume for her show, however otherwise she tends towards more casual clothing, with anything going except trousers, dresses and high heels.

Appearance

♓︎ Affliction:

Ever since receiving her title as an Infinite, Faith has been treated at Axis Mundi for an unknown ailment. The details haven't been released to the public, and the management for her show refuses to make any comments on her welfare.

♓︎ Personality:

Faith is definitely something of a bundle of energy. She's always smiling, can't resist a joke, and tries her best to make friends. However, behind the scenes the biggest thing in her mind is who she can pair with who. Anyone she gets to know who can be matched with someone will be matched with someone in her head, and she'll try her damndest to make those pairings a reality. To that end, she forsakes her own relationships and focuses entirely on becoming friends with everyone to determine exactly what they like and how they would mesh with the others she knows.

Mixed into that joyous and obsessive personality is something of an oddity, which has become one of her signature traits. She appears to possess a kind of detachment from reality, and seems to hold certain beliefs one might attribute to Chuunibyou if she wasn't 27. One of which is her book, Solomon's Forbidden Book of Lust, which she vehemently refuses to let people look it, but also claims is the source of her ability to match people into relationships.

♓︎ Trivia:

• Faith has been hosting a TV and Radio Show for the past four years by the name of "Have Faith", which people apply to take part in, and Faith attempts to set them up in a long term relationship. It has very high ratings, and has featured several celebrities, including other Infinites. It was this show that inspired the Infinity Initiative to grant her her title.
• Any fluffy animal will have Faith jumping with excitement.
• Despite what her thin frame might suggest, she is far from the healthiest of eaters - having something of a tendency towards fruit flavoured candies, except bananas - she finds the flavour to be off-putting.
• Her family isn't very notable, but she does have a younger sister named Miriam, who is 18 years of age, and also receives treatment at Axis Mundi; Faith often visits her, and she has even appeared as a co-presenter on her show.
• Thanks to her extensive experience in setting up dates, Faith is very proficient in setting up other kinds of social events, including parties - primarily, wedding and anniversary parties.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

And now I present, my new character!

Faith Lambert

♓︎ Name:

Faith Lambert

♓︎ Age:

27

♓︎ Infinite Matchmaker:

Possessing an obsession related to people, and a close to Eidetic Memory, Faith has time and time again proven herself to be a particularly talented matchmaker. Combining a knack for information gathering and social engineering, she can just about set up any two people together, provided they don't out and out hate each other to begin with. Of course, that doesn't mean they'll stick together, but hey, that's the way it rolls.

♓︎ Appearance:

Faith is a slim female standing at roughly 5'6", with shoulder length stark white hair and crimson eyes, beset by an unblemished face that could easily belong to a woman 8 years younger than her. Her most common attire is a simplistic uniform reminiscent of a Japanese Maid, as part of her costume for her show, however otherwise she tends towards more casual clothing, with anything going except trousers, dresses and high heels.

Appearance

♓︎ Affliction:

Ever since receiving her title as an Infinite, Faith has been treated at Axis Mundi for an unknown ailment. The details haven't been released to the public, and the management for her show refuses to make any comments on her welfare.

♓︎ Personality:

Faith is definitely something of a bundle of energy. She's always smiling, can't resist a joke, and tries her best to make friends. However, behind the scenes the biggest thing in her mind is who she can pair with who. Anyone she gets to know who can be matched with someone will be matched with someone in her head, and she'll try her damndest to make those pairings a reality. To that end, she forsakes her own relationships and focuses entirely on becoming friends with everyone to determine exactly what they like and how they would mesh with the others she knows.

Mixed into that joyous and obsessive personality is something of an oddity, which has become one of her signature traits. She appears to possess a kind of detachment from reality, and seems to hold certain beliefs one might attribute to Chuunibyou if she wasn't 27. One of which is her book, Solomon's Forbidden Book of Lust, which she vehemently refuses to let people look it, but also claims is the source of her ability to match people into relationships.

♓︎ Trivia:

• Faith has been hosting a TV and Radio Show for the past four years by the name of "Have Faith", in which people apply to take part in, and Faith attempts to set them up in a long term relationship. It has very high ratings, and has featured several celebrities, including other Infinites. It was this show that inspired the Infinity Initiative to grant her her title.
• Any fluffy animal will have Faith jumping with excitement.
• Despite what her thin frame might suggest, she is far from the healthiest of eaters - having something of a tendency towards fruit flavoured candies.
• Her family isn't very notable, but she does have a younger sister named Miriam, who is 18 years of age, and also has receives treatment at Axis Mundi; Faith often visits her, and she has even appeared as a co-presenter on her show.
• Thanks to her extensive experience in setting up dates, Faith is very proficient in setting up other kinds of social events, including parties - primarily, wedding and anniversary parties.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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The execution grounds unfurled elegantly, sprouting tables from the ground and cardboard cutouts of people behind them. A long stretch of carpet rolled out underneath, painting a path down the immeasurably long dining hall it found itself in, beset with decorations and banquets befitting a king. At the one end of the hall sat a giant wheel, painted red and white in the style of a target. Large clamps lay set into the wood, holding tightly their victim - Erin Steele. A cheer arose from the static and counterfeit spectators as the King stood from his throne at the other end; Monokuma.

The low hum of a mechanism whirred to life, turning a motor attached to the wheel. As it did, the wooden apparatus began to turn, slowly spinning on an axis around its pivot, taking Erin with it. Monokuma chuckled as the rotations picked up speed, and pulled from the side of his throne a barrel of daggers. He drew one, brandished it towards the audience, and threw it with deft accuracy, piercing the target beneath Erin’s left arm.

On Erin’s face the only expression shown was neutrality, almost resignation, but nonetheless he struggled against the metal bonds that restrained him, as daggers hit the board all around his spinning form. The cheering of the crowd only rose as the spectacle continued, and Monokuma pulled from the barrel the final dagger.

He paraded it to the crowd, making a show of it being the very last blade, and their cries and shouts reached a crescendo pitch, anticipating the outcome of the performance. But as he danced, taunting the blackened on the wheel, the binding on Erin’s wrist loosened. A mistake, perhaps, but noticing the opportunity he smirked, wrenching his arm free of metal. He then freed his other arm, and his legs, and leapt down from the wheel, ripping a blade from out of its wooden structure as he went. The moment his feet touched the ground, the cheers of the audience died off, disappointed at the escapee.

But as Erin cast his gaze across the hall, he saw no exits; no escapes. His face contorted into a grin as Monokuma leapt back onto his throne, bearing down on him with his crimson eye. His arm pivoted backwards, and threw the dagger. It looked as though it would be the mortal blow, the one to kill the blackened, but instead Erin had other ideas. The dagger was light in his hand, and he quickly raised it above his head, the blade angled towards him. He wasn’t going to go out on Davis’s whim, now that he had been given a chance. His grin extended out to a painful reach, and he let out a chuckle, before plunging the blade into his chest.

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Erin’s head turned behind him, past the wheel he had been bound to, and at the wall of the hall. The dagger hadn’t struck him. Instead, it flew past him, and into the fake wall of the court. It fell backwards in the impact, landing with a thud. The moment it fell, a brilliant light entered the room, striking the eyes of the Infinites profoundly. It was sunlight. Honest to God sunlight.

Blood pooled underneath his legs, running down and dying his clothes a crimson. A bloodcurdling giggle echoed around the hall, and Erin fell to his knees, then to his side, gazing into the light, laughing maniacally at his own cowardice, until the life drained from his body, ceasing his insanity.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

~ A Dead Man's Madness ~

Erin watched, patiently, as Jezebel spewed her little Closing Argument, and the balls in Monokuma's machine revealed him to be the killer. It wasn't an unexpected result. At the moment of his reveal, there was little chance of convincing them otherwise, and even if he weren't the killer he would die anyway, at the hands of the rules. But that didn't stop his smile; a grin that pervaded throughout everything, only dulled slightly at Ice's ugly display of attempted revenge.

Through the stunned silence of everyone in the court, broken momentarily only by Bliss's strained questioning, several, consecutive, dull thuds echoed around the room. Even without looking, with some Infinite's eyes drawn to other matters, it was plainly obvious from where the sound originated. Erin stood, head upturned, sneering, clapping condescendingly at his fellow Infinites, the sound reverberating, almost palpable, refracting off the hollow and pyrrhic victory.

"Well would you look at that! You go girl!" he started clapping harder, directed at Jez, "My, that's exactly right! To think my plan would be foiled by a clown, now that is precious~" he slid his hands back into his pockets, and for the first obvious time, his grin sunk, just by a small amount, "My talent? Fake? Why, little missy, that is certainly rich from an overpaid, over zealous, side show act. Are you even hearing this, guys~? A children's entertainer is accusing moi, the man who hid from the Infinity Initiative for 12 years, of having a fake talent~!"

He giggled to himself, seemingly entertained by his own joke, before tilting his head to face Bliss.
"A reason~? Why, Ice said it immediately!" his gaze lowered, until his face darkened and his sneer grew into a cruel and twisted smile, "My identity is much more important than the lives of every single one of you. I mean, really~! I posed as a Web Developer for... God, I cant even remember how long, and tricked our little Infinity Initiative into giving me one of their pretty little titles; you really think any of your talents I couldn't impersonate~? Not that I'd want to, the majority of you are dull as anything, but I suppose Cyrus would be fun to play as~!"

"Mary, your feelings don't matter; Alice, any colder of a glare and I might get frostbite; Max, how scary, I suppose you'll get your wish~!" he rattled off in quick succession, like a tired TV Host reading off the plethora of ridiculous and stupid viewer messages. When he got around to Cyrus, though, his grin grew a degree larger, resulting in a painful looking smile, complimented by his eyes to give off a truly unsettling aura.
"A sore loser~? My, my, darling, I haven't lost at all!" and with the cryptic message, he turned his gaze onto the mess that was Ice and Calvin in front of him, "Now then, what a sorry sight this is. Honestly, you two getting all rough and wet, I'm feeling left out~! But if I could have everyone's attention, I'd like to tell you all a story. It wont take long, I promise. See, Elsa here talked about all his long lost siblings, and how he never found them. The funny thing with that is - He never will~! We sold them both off into the sex trade years ago, I'd be surprised if they're even still alive. Constant sexual abuse does that to people. So, we made a bit of bank of the siblings, murdered the parents for not paying us, and slaughtered the brother for all he was worth." he glare turned deathly cold, the swirl of darkness inside rupturing forth into an aura of madness.

"You should have heard the way he screamed for his big brother~!" and with that, his hands raised from his pockets, and placed a finger over his lips, "Now then, yes, how best to end this all..." he pondered for a few seconds, before clapping his hands together in epiphany, "Oh, yes, that reminds me~! Monokuuuuuumaaaaaa~?"

He directed his smile towards the two toned bear, and placed his hands behind his back, like a child begging for candy.
"I know I insulted Davis's dead bae and all, buuuuuut I sure hope you haven't forgotten your own rules~? Violence against another patient inside the court is strictly prohibited! Did you not see the savagery that just happened~!? Ice shoved Calvin out the way with such ferocity, he struck his head upon the ground, and then Calvin with all his might threw Ice down - in a fit of passion, might I add~? Surely these count as acts of violence~?"

"And if they do, I implore that you execute them for their blatant disregard of your Kingdom's laws~! The death of friends is such a great vector for despair, no~? And even if that's not what you want, I think this will help you reach the Conquest you so seek, Davis Gallo~"

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Destroying people's feelings.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Take two pictures from the internet, combine them, and the end result is perfection~

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Oh, hello. Can I tell you a story? It's the story of a boy. He wasn't very old, at least not when his parents died. A car accident, apparently. When he was young it didn't make sense, but as he grew up it almost seemed cliche - the kind of thing you'd see in a movie. When the Calamity struck and the world burnt, he got as far away as possible, and in a stroke of luck he never found himself exposed to the despair of it all.

However, it wasn't hard to imagine. People were an oddity, that much he could determine. The Calamity, from what he could tell, did nought but strengthen the natural malice that lived inside people. Even though hope had seemingly been restored, he couldn't feel it - not for humanity. Though people were supposed to be kinder, more friendly, and generally better after crawling out of the cesspit of despair they found themselves in, they never seemed to fit to that trend. It didn't make sense.

He reasoned, in his sadness and loneliness, that no hope could remove that burning desire for destruction and despair within people. It festered inside them - a vile culmination of negativity he so longed to see the last of. If life was so innately abhorrent, for what reason did he serve it? - for what reason did any of them serve it. It wasn't the first time he thought about doing something about it. But in a final fit, and the subsequent loss of reason, he chose it would be the last.

To take your own life, it was a concept he never thought he could grasp, but with one seconds judgement he steeled a resolve self destructive and dishonourable, only to wake up in hospital mere days later. Only barely saved he questioned his decision. Was he wrong, was he stupid? No doubt his parents looked on him from above with refined disdain. But it made him wonder. In a world so quintessentially wrong, did good make a difference? In his heart he wanted to say yes, but in his head he told himself no. Naivety got nobody anywhere.

The Infinity Initiative, however, changed his mind. An organisation cultivating talent as they found it, with the belief anyone could achieve anything. That was something he wanted to be apart of, and in his dissatisfaction with life, and a failure in death, to strive further was all he had left. So he searched for his aptitude in the hopes of garnering the attention of the Initiative, leading him down the path of Web Development. In his time evaluating how people acted, and judging their failings, he found himself adept at tailoring his service to the exact tastes of clients, even without specific instructions.

It didn't take long to be recognised as an Infinite. He spent his time building up notoriety, creating websites for high profile clients, such as the Infinite Streamer Mary Hanson, or large companies around the world. With the money he acquired he donated to charities intent on helping the impoverished, even claimed to have found a girlfriend during his time in New York. Though his shyness never truly left him, he felt a confidence during those times so distinct and profound, he felt as though he could do anything - fly high, achieve greatness, and become somebody void of the malice he so hated.

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From behind the podium, beset on all sides with Infinites of varying talents, sanities, moralities and beliefs, the Infinite Web Developer stood dumbfounded. Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched Ice's veritable avalanche of information, and in the face of it Shaun felt overwhelmed. His body slumped, and his head dropped, feeling the eyes of the other Infinites burrowing into his skull, scorching his very soul with their accusations and insults.

What happened..? Just when things were going so well. He was happy, so close to becoming the person he so wanted to be, free of the sludge and miasma of negativity so alive within the walls of mankind. Why..? How was this even possible? How could things have gone so wrong in such a short span of time. in his peripheral vision, he scanned his so called friends; the pain on Krista and Bliss and Mary's faces, the contempt of Ice, the sneer of Jez, the distaste of Zach. So much pain, so much frustration, built up in one place...

But there was just no way... He wasn't... He wasn't the Blackened... He could never... K-kill someone...
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"Ha..."

A light chuckle echoed through the trial grounds. With all eyes focused on one place, intently staring in unison, it was clear from where the sound originated. In accordance with it, the body of its maker gyrated, up and down, vibrating, almost, in rhythm with the disturbing laugh. It didn't contain joy, nor sadness, nor sorrow.

Shaun's hair fell over his face as he continued to look downwards, fixed on the ground below his podium, trance-like. Slowly, the sound of his laughter faded, and as it did he placed a hand over his face. It drew itself up his countenance, gradually attaining speed as it did so, until it pushed his hair back onto the top of his head, and similarly dragged his head upwards along with it.

The expression that looked back at Ice was impossibly different. In the second it took him to lock eyes with the Infinite, it became clear just what filled his laughter. Insanity. His gaze betrayed a swirl of torment, malice, and evil, a tempest of cruelty that multiplied like a cancer within his retinas. The deep blue they once swam seemed dulled, almost, and mixed with grey as they flicked across the court room, slowly taking in the faces of the "friends" he had surrounded himself with.

This wasn't Shaun Ellen, the Infinite Web Designer, the timid and shy student, innocent as the day he was born, and a manifestation of the purity in both youth and naivety.

"Isaiah Matthews..." this was Erin Steele, the Infinite Trickster, "Now there's a face I never thought I'd see again. Almost didn't recognise you under all those bandages." in response to his own comments, the side of his mouth turned up into a smirk. His back straightened, and his head lowered into a glare. With every word his lips dripped confidence and venom, not of hate but of cruelty incarnate.

The smirk curved until it stained his cheeks in a grin, that stretched to both sides of his mouth, and his hand bent ninety degrees over his stomach.
"Erin Steele, the Infinite Trickster," he leant forward in a bow, his left arm outstretching behind him as he went, before he rose back up and slipped both hands into his pockets, "Such a pleasure that you could all come to tonight's performance."

At the stunned silence of his audience, Erin grin twitched slightly.
"What a noble cause. Right? Joining a group of killers to save your family. But awwww, diddums, did we hurt your little brother~? And you haven't even found your other siblings! - well that's just too bad, do you want a gold star for your efforts~?" he quipped, sneering over the court, "Ooooh, I can just taste the way you wanna rip me apart, you animal - better buy me dinner first, we'll need the energy~" he giggled to himself, and brushed his hair back with one hand, "Well there you go, you got me, Onii-chan, your little rabbit who fled when his gang was killed~! I'm the one who disposed of the wallet, although I do have to say, Alice Parker is such a two timing bitch." he glanced over to Monokuma, "I'm surprised you got to the point of engagement with her, Davis~" he turned back to the group, giving them no chance to speak, "But how, little gang member, do you plan on proving my guilt~? Why, I've got the puncture wound, my alibi with you, Zachy-wacky here cant even prove that the arrows ever left his room, and I have all of these self harm scars to prove just how sensitive I am~!" and then...

"I-I... I'd n-never... k-kill..." almost as though the switch was momentary, and the personality transient, Shaun seemed to return, his eyes filling with colour again, "Wh-why... w-would I want to e-escape..?" a tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another, until they streamed forth from his eyelids, "M-my parents are d-dead, I-I... hate... m-my life outside of m-making websites... e-even fabricated m-my own g-girlfriend just to st-stop people bullying m-me... th-this is the only pl-place I-I've ever had tr-true friends..."

His face flicked to Krista, his expression filled with desperation.
"Pl-please..! T-tell them I didn't d-do it! I-I didn't k-k-kill anyone..!"

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

~ Scarred ~

Seconds ticked by. Probably. It could have been minutes, for all Shaun could tell. But what he did know was that he had tuned himself out. He couldn't even begin to believe what he was hearing. Him? The... killer..? No... no, no, that was wrong... she was wrong...

That was all he could think. Tears pricked at his eyes, looking at Bliss and her pained expression. What was this girl trying to do? Turn everyone against him? Who was she trying to protect by doing that? It just didn't make sense. Everyone would die if she didn't start looking at the facts properly. Because if there was one thing he knew in this trial... if there was just one thing he knew.

It was that he didn't do it.

He took a nervous, shaky breath, returning to the conversation as best as he could in time to hear Krista defending him. To that, he smiled. She really was nice... someone he could rely on, someone who believed in him. With Jezebel's unbridled assault he almost expected everyone to gang up on him instead. To be pleasantly surprised within the Killing Game was truly special indeed.

"Y-you're... wrong, Jezebel." he stated, starting off quietly in anxiousness but growing louder to support his point; no way was he going to let someone slander his name into submission, "If I u-used a voice changer to tr-trick Alice Parker, w-we would have f-found it if I disposed of it I-in my room, or M-Marianne's. I-if you're right..." he started turning out his trouser pockets, one by one, "Th-then I should have one o-on me, right?"

With each pocket he emptied, nothing came out. Shaun made a slow, full 360 degree turn to show every pocket, inside out, with nothing present. Once again facing the Infinites, he took a shallow breath, clearly terrified of his next move. But he couldn't turn back now; he had to prove his innocence.

And so he gripped his scarf, and pulled in loose from around his neck, and let it rest on the podium in front of him, a small red puncture wound on the right of his neck becoming visible as he did so. Then he took the bottom of his jumper, and pulled it up over his head, revealing a dull blue shirt underneath. He screwed it up in a ball, and displayed it clearly for everyone to see that it was empty.

As he did, something else became evident.
"I-I don't have a voice ch-changer... or a wallet." his left arm was covered, from wrist to shoulder, in cut and burn scars of varying lengths, that he tried his best to cover up but failed to, "S-so... I'm not the killer..!" he exclaimed, as loudly as he could, before closing his eyes tightly to recover his nerves, visibly shaking from the stress.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

~ From Alice With Love ~

As best he could, Shaun listened on to the coversation at hand. Cyrus made something of a show of quickly deducing all of the notes, something that impressed Shaun greatly - the Infinite Politician truly was suited to being the leader of the group. He didn't feel envious of the position, but such an intellect was something he could only dream of; the kind that went hand in hand with the dealings he no doubt made on a daily basis. Considering the group and scenario, it was hard to keep a cool head and stable mind, but no matter what, Cyrus appeared to have that. Minus his bouts of anger, of course, but he could hardly blame him, nor would he draw it up to a loss of control. It got the job done, after all.

But when things came around to Zach, his situation went from bad to worse. Shaun could feel his suspicions building with every second, strengthened as Zach failed to provide a proper excuse for lying. There was something about it he couldn't shake, no matter how the conversation progressed. There was something off. In the Court, it made no sense to lie. With everyones lives on the line, they were all focused on exposing any false comments, and subsequently the blackened. If Zach really wasn't the killer... he was just making things easier for the real one to get away with whatever scheme they had planned.

Unable to peel his eyes away from his handbook, he tried his very best to make sense of whatever clues he possibly could. Ice prompting everypne to speak on anything extra they knew spurred him to think, but no matter what he couldn't think of anything. However, when Alice brought up the testimony, right at the bottom of the Truth Bullets section of the Handbook, his nerves jumped.
"P-Parker?! Y-you mean, A-Alice Parker..?" he almost yelled, his voice still awfully quiet despite it; but when he found everyone's eyes on him from the outburst, he shrunk back in anxiety, "A-Alice... P-Parker... Th-the fifth C-Carnage Sister l-locked in the st-studies v-vault... S-so you met her t-too..?" he asked nervously, facing towards Alice.

The recon nodded in reply. "One of the other four sisters mentioned her, so my curiosity got the best of me." Alice told Shaun, looking down at the floor in thought. "She wants to help us with these cases, as long as we survive and help free her from the vault." she explained to the other infinites. "But who ever else knows about her, must've had the wallet."

"I-I see..." Shaun replied, and stood for a second, considering, "I-I don't have a-any wallet, s-so... wh-who else knew about h-her..? I-I... n-never told anyone... d-did you?"

"No, I was hoping to properly introduce her at a later time." Alice answered, shaking her head no. "I don't have a wallet either, just my pocketwatch." The recon said, pulling out said pocketwatch from her jacket pocket.

Shaun's eyes subsequently scanned over the other Infinites, taking them in one by one, but making sure not to stare for too long, quickly averting his gaze the moment he did so with any of them. If what Alice was saying was true, then... At most two other people had met with Alice Parker. And not mention, one of them had something that might have been instrumental to the case at hand. He looked back down at his handbook, reading over the testimony one more time to be sure.
"Th-then... wh-who has it..?"