Prologue.
Ok so I know I've been gone for an inexcusable amount of time but I think my reason is good enough. Now you may be wondering,"Where Is Time for despair?". Sadly, I'm going to cancel that story for two reasons. The first and most impacting in my life is that I recently lost my father to cancer. He passed away while I was writing Time for despair and whenever I tried to get back into writing it, I just stopped and ended up just staring into nothing. Basically, writing that story brings back bad memories. The second reason is that I went into writing that story completely unprepared. I was new to writing so I wasn't sure about certain things. I've since talked to my brother who is a pretty good writer and he has given me some pointers as to not get stuck while writing and such. He has even agreed to help me write the story! It's been a good amount of time since my father's passing and I want to pick up the pen (Or keyboard I guess?) again and get back into it. This is my second attempt at an SYOC story and I hope it turns out way better than the first one! I'm really excited for this and I hope you are too! Here we go, it's story time!
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"Hmm…"
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"Looks like some of the newest batch of students managed to escape." said a boy at a round table. "If we were to restart and retry the project, we would need a new batch of students and someone else too watch over them." The boy looks at a blank monitor at the center of the table. "What do you think ?" Just then, the computer screen turned to the boy and blinked on, revealing that face of supermodel Junko Enoshima.
"Of course we should restart the project. This is one of the most important things of your generation. I feel like we can succeed this time. Does anyone want to volunteer to watch over The newest batch of students?" A person on the opposite side of the table quickly shot their hand up. The screen turned towards the silhouette.
"Oh you? I'm quite surprised you volunteered! But I'm glad nonetheless. Make sure to follow the rules and to treat the bears with respect." The person got up from their chair and turned around, heading out the door.
"I will "
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I held up my invitation letter so I could read its contents over again.
Dear Mr. Naoki Kanai,
We at Hopes Peak Academy welcome you to attend our prestigious school this coming fall. The school board has searched all over Japan and have determined that you are an outstanding student with a bit of special talent. We would like to recognize your talent by awarding you with the title SHSL Pacifist and an invitation to our campus. We hope to see you at your freshmen orientation this fall. We hope you can inspire other students and always strive for the best.
-Headmaster of Hopes Peak Academy.
Naoki Kanai
SHSL Pacifist
Height- 5'7"
Weight- 140 lbs
I can't believe it. I'm going to go to Hopes Peak Academy. The most prestigious and fancy school in all of Japan. Graduation from here basically guarantees success in life. Every student dreams of attending. My so called talent might sound a bit lame to people but I don't mind if it somehow got me here. I'm called a pacifist because in all my life, I have never harmed a soul. It's not that I don't want to or wouldn't, I just never had a reason to. I'm not going to risk my body for stupid reasons. I get up from my bed and go to check myself in the mirror one more time. I need to make sure that I look good enough to maintain the schools reputation.
Hopes Peak Academy had shut its doors for a while for reasons that were never released to the public, but has reopened recently and has the same exact attitude, almost like nothing had happened. More than five student bodies have graduated since the reopening and they seemed to be happy and successful. Now it looks like it would be my turn.
I go to my mirror to see if anything was wrong with my clothing. I had on simple, yet professional clothes. I had on a black long sleeved dress shirt and a red tie with a black heart on it. I also wore black jeans and white sneakers. My hair was black and unkempt and my eyes were a dark shade of red. I examined myself for a few more minutes then I got up to say bye to everyone.
My family consists of my mother and my two sisters. I'm the middle child so I don't really stand out all that much. I'm sure now that I'm heading out to Hope's Peak Academy, I'll get the recognition I deserve. My older sister doesn't live at home anymore and my younger sister has been sick in bed for the last year. I feel bad for leaving her with my mom but when I told her where I was going, she gave me the biggest and softest smile I had ever seen.
I say goodbye to everyone and head out to the station. The ride was ok but I've never been one to ride in any sort of vehicle. I get motion sickness easily so I tend to walk to most places but I didn't want to be tired or sweaty for today so I took the risk.
I got off on my stop and walked up to the steps of the school. My heart was beating in and out of my chest. Was I this nervous to attend? I'm sure there are people more scared than I to come here. With a deep breath, I took my first steps inside the school. It was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Everything inside the place just screamed happiness and hope. I really felt like I could get used to this feeling. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to drift away as I walked towards the door leading to the main hall. I put my hand on the handle of the door….
…and then I stopped.
I took a step back and dropped my bags on the pearly tile floor. I grabbed my now throbbing head as I fought for balance. What was happening? This isn't a headache, I said to myself scrambling around to find anything to lean up against. The entire room felt like it was spinning around and I couldn't keep up with it. I tried to walk out of the school to feel the air but I succumbed to the dizziness and dropped.
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When I came to, I was at the foot of a big building. It was nighttime and there seemed to be dead trees all around my area. I got up still grabbing my head as I looked around to see where I was. Nothing here seemed to be familiar from what I could see. I looked at the sign of the building. It's bright orange neon lights were flickering on and off.
Mansion No. 1410. It's a mansion? Why am I here? I collapsed in the entrance hall of the school. There was countless questions going through my mind as I tried to comprehend my situation. I walked up to the strange door of the mansion and used the knockers on the tall twin doors. Nobody seemed to be answering so I tried again. After the second try, I decided to walk around to the back to see if I could find a road. Near the mansion I saw a smaller building with a blue roof. Probably a tool shed or something. I walk up to it to examine it but like the mansion itself, nobody seemed to be there. There was one window on the side but it had been covered with something on the inside.
I walk around back and notice the back door of the mansion. At this point I don't know why I tried but I decided to knock again just to see If anyone would answer this time. Again, nobody answered so I figured I'd just try and find a way home. As I walked away from the mansion I spot a huge tree with sakura petals all over. That's strange; all of the other trees were dead but this one seems to be alive and beautiful. As I walk to get closer I look behind the tree and see a group of people sitting at a large picnic table under the tree. I don't recognize them at a glance but they look about my age. Are these my fellow students? I walk up to them to see if I could get some answers. Whatever is going on, they looked just about as confused as I was…
And that's the prologue! What do you think of Naoki? It's been a while so forgive me if my writing is a little rusty but I should get over that in due time. Now for the fun part. The SYOC form! I'll be accepting the same amount of characters as my old story (seven boys and eight girls.). Here is the form. It should be on my profile as well in case you wanted to copy and paste. Before you do though, here are a few rules to keep in mind when submitting. It might sound like I'm a bit stricter with the rules but trust me, it's only for the sake of the quality of the story. I'm still a nice person. That said, here are the rules:
1. Submissions will be accepted only through PM. This is just so you don't spoil your entire character through the reviews. I also do not run on the system of first comes first serve. I would rather wait for a bunch of interesting characters than accept the first thing to pop out of your head.
2. As of now, only one character per person. Changes will be made here if I don't receive enough submissions.
3. Characters must follow the form. It's ok to add more info to the form, but I do want all of the information in a nice, clean order.
4. Don't send in characters you have sent in from other stories. Sorry but I really want original characters whose secrets and back story have not already been revealed.
5. No SHSL: ?/Detective. These two have been done to death and the "secret" never really gets you after thirty times. I will however, accept one SHSL Luck.
6. If I accept your character, I get to decide what becomes of them. I know everyone wants their character to live but that's not the nature of the series. I also already have a mastermind in hand so no need for you to suggest your character as the mastermind.
7. Please try and fit your character into the Danganronpa universe. This means that I will accept maybe ONE foreign student but I'd prefer if they were Japanese. Also, ask yourself; would my character fit into Danganronpa? If not, there is a bigger chance I will reject it.
Phew! Now that we got those out of the way we can start with the part you all came for. Here is the form! (Again, check my profile for the copy and paste stuff.)
Name: (First, then last.) (Also include any nicknames they use.)
Gender:
SHSL:
*Everyone will be sixteen year's old so do not worry about the age*
Height:
Weight:
Physical appearance: (Hair and eye color. Also body build and any scars or markings.)
Clothing: (For the most part, they will be wearing the same thing for the entire story so think hard about it.)
Personality: (How they act on a daily basis. Are they cheerful and happy or shy and reserved? Maybe even mean and sour.)
Social Interaction: (How do they socialize with others? Do they tend to be the center of attention or do they stay quiet and listen to the group?)
Backstory: (How did they acquire their talent and what kind of life were they raised in. Please keep in mind that not everyone's past was horrible and tragic. Some people might have one as simple as "They grew up in a quiet family and practiced their talent until they were good at it.")
Likes:
Dislikes:
Quotes: ( Give me an idea on how they talk. Give me 1. A typical greeting, 2. A typical farewell, and 3. A typical introduction.)
Hobbies and Interests: ( What are some of the things they do during their free time? What are some things they are interested in other than their talent?)
Greatest Fear: (Doesn't have to be big and tragic. Can be as simple as bugs or the dark.)
Biggest secret: (Again, don't be pressured to make it complex and dark.)
Possible motive to kill: (What might drive them to kill?)
Role during trial and investigation: (Would they investigate and be active during debates or would they avoid the body and follow the crowd?)
Possible Execution: (This one is optional but it would be fun to see what you guys come up with.)
Any other info:
UPDATE: Character submissions are now closed! Thank you to everyone who sent a character in! Look forward to their introductions!
Well, I hope to get some interesting characters. I wish you all the best of luck! Have a great day everyone! I'm out!