Hello! This is Hoprocker here with yet another SYOC. I came up with this idea months ago, but I can't keep my big mouth shut so gingericus19 beat me to it. XD /insert blatant advertisement for his here, though he is no longer accepting profiles/
Reminder: If you submitted a character, you gave me creative license to do whatever I want with that character. Don't get upset if my interpretation of them is different from what you imagined. If they die earlier than you'd like or if I messed up a mannerism or got their favorite color wrong, that's too bad. You've put them in my hands. Please refrain from PMing me new information about your character or making suggestions, as I plan ahead and don't like to be bothered about little things. I'm like the little golden fish in that one story where the moral was all "be happy with what you have, don't ask for more oh and if you're offered a wish don't freaking waste it on a washtub." Great story.
Let's begin! Please make sure to review! And for the record, you should totally listen to the epic song that is O Fortuna aka Carmina Burana (which I most certainly do not own) if you've never heard it. Also a big thanks to lunarisque for making the cover. :) Okay I'll shut up now. Read on!
O Fortuna
Velut luna
Statu variabilis
…How did St. Fortuna's University for the Naturally Gifted get its name?
Fortune is defined as an external, arbitrary force affecting human affairs. Fortuna is said to be the Roman goddess of fortune and the personification of luck. She holds the fate of everyone in her hands. She decides the poor and the rich, the weak and the strong…
Does that mean the students in attendance at this prestigious university are merely lucky? Did fortune smile upon them and bless them with the skills they needed to get in? Many would shake their heads and scoff that there is no such thing as fate. These students worked hard for it—they deserve to attend this school, do they not?
Either way, the answer is no. Fortune has never favored these young adults, nor do they deserve to experience the unavoidable amount of suffering that awaits them.
They see a clean, envelope with a golden seal…bold words that congratulate them on their acceptance. They celebrate with their families, priding themselves on their achievement, for graduating from St. Fortuna's is said to bring a life of success and happiness.
They couldn't possibly know that fate is about to turn on them—they're preoccupied with living out their lives, unaware that despair is seeping into every corner of the world. No one could have seen it coming.
FALL 2 0 ? ?
The beginning of a new semester.
While freshmen were still getting situated, the Board of Directors working for St. Fortuna's were already sending out formal requests to high school seniors, inviting talented students to come to their university.
President Klaus Schulz sat at a circular table with the rest of the board, looking wearily at the paperwork spread before them. They had selected many gifted students to sort through. It was a painstaking process. Luckily, most of these young adults didn't know their profiles were being viewed. They would not have to feel the pain of being rejected by their top college choice, unless they were too assuming.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Klaus slid the nearest folder towards him and opened it up. It was a file on a male prospective student.
"Robin Linus," He read aloud, "This says he's a Super College Level Entrepreneur. What sort of business does he run?" He scanned the profile, curious as to why it was lacking detail. Still, the number of transactions and the sheer amount of money this 17-year old had conjured was nevertheless impressive.
Each student held some sort of title that was often associated with the school. Super College Level So-and-So. Not exactly the most prestigious title, but no one argued with tradition.
"This Libra Lumiere's a shoe-in!" The woman to Klaus's right declared, "I saw her student film at a festival. Did you know she was the assistant director in…oh, what was that one movie? Starring that little joy, Gustav Hamilton Evernott?"
"Garden of Flowers? Terrible movie, but I think we should definitely accept Gustav. He'll be graduating this year, won't he?" Another councilman said, pushing the folder across the table. "He may look young, but don't be fooled."
And so they spent the next few hours glancing over profiles and sharing opinions. In the end, they came up with a list of 16 special students that would most definitely be receiving invitations to attend St. Fortuna's:
Student Roster (In Alphabetical Order)
Thomas Alistair: SCL Illusionist
Blake Dermody: SCL Quarterback
Gustav Hamilton Evernott: SCL Actor
Noah Gardener: SCL Environmentalist
Elaine Rose Harlow: SCL Psychologist
Kirby Hoods: SCL Astronomer
Robin Linus: SCL Entrepreneur
Libra Lumiere: SCL Film Director
Charles "Charlie" Anthony Marc: SCL Engineer
Carter Augustus Matthews: SCL Archaeologist
Asui Namida: SCL Artist
Natalie Newport: SCL Veterinarian
Mattheus Grant Onterios: SCL Forensic Scientist
Teresa L. Pierce: SCL Prosecutor
Karah Marie Simmons: SCL Linguist
Margreet "Reeta" Vermeulen: SCL Pilot
Klaus felt a sense of achievement wash over him. He wished he could be there when the students received these letters. Their joy would surely ease his weariness. He let his tired eyes roam over his coworkers. They reflected his fatigue. One woman looked faint. Klaus was feeling a bit lightheaded himself. Perhaps it was getting a bit warm in here…
The president rose to his feet, and crossed the room to turn up the air conditioner. It sprang to life and began pumping cold air into the room. Klaus turned to make his way back to his seat, blissfully inhaling the cool air.
He made it two steps. Then his vision blurred and he pitched forward. His limp body hit the floor with a muffled thud.
No one reacted. All had fallen silent. The rest of the board sat slumped in their seats. Some had sunk forward, lying facedown on the table. No one spoke...no one even breathed...
Every last one of them was dead.
A long while passed before someone came. They didn't spare the corpses a second glance—the stranger merely gathered up the files and left.