"The 20 foolish teenagers walk into a dark palace cloaked in the veil of moonlight, stenched with the smell of blood. Each had the same goal in mind. "Seize the castle, for the glory". However, the way to seizing the castle wasn't easy- to gain control of this area, you had to play a Game. This Game was one of lies, deception, dances and duels, and trust. A grim smile on their faces, they walk into the castle gates, and they slam shut behind them with a shadowy thud.


In the throne room, a old, pretty woman plays with a few letters, opening and closing them like a child playing with dolls. The end was coming for her, and she knew it. Looking around at the 6 portraits of the previous owners, she smiled and remembered: a man known for magic, who had ended them all with a blast; a shaky coward who had let the others fight to the death while he hid; a dirty strongman with the ability to intimidate anyone he wished; a Poisoner, who had ruined the lives of the others slowly and surely; a holy fool who had claimed that his gods had given him enough power to kill them all, and had succeeded (His gods didn't exist though), and finally, her own young golden face, a devious little witch who had used others secrets to make them kill each other helplessly. Even if she must die, she would die with a smile. As these castle's portraits aren't your usual portraits...they hold the past in a way cleaner than books. With a final gaze, she slipped away, thinking of the past, and with the ghost of her final thoughts etched on her face, worn with regret. "Save them, please. Save them all"


The 20, now in the ballroom, each having picked up a mask. They all knew the rules of this game, and the curse this castle held. 'If you break the rules of the progression monarchy within this castle, the phantoms will have their last laugh with you. But the jokes on YOU"

Challenges to dance and to duel would soon fly, but for now, they engaged in a nice calm banter, wearing their masks as a shield for their identity. Identities shown could change the laws of this, and the masks had been a castle rule since the 1st game.
Bejeweled faces stared into one another, trying to figure out the others the ways to kill them. It'd never be easy, but hope is never lost when it comes to this game- its only replaced by the determination to go on.

But finally, watching them all, were 4 portraits of 4 girls, portraying two sins and two virtues. Patience, Wrath, Humility and Pride. The four elements that would play a part. With shadowy eyes, the painting stared, waiting for the time to welcome their twist of this.

And so, the game shall begin.

"Hello, my old friends. I've come to see you again. Shall we watch this? With them, this'll certainly be the best one the others have seen! The NEW game! A new change of the mutual killing!


Well, boys and girls- this is Behind The Masks! A DR story, despite the backstory that isn't the mutual game we all desbearingly know and love!
Should I explain this backstory? Noooppppe I'm not. It'd be mean to reveal the whole story in the intro.

Now, rules for this.
1. The talents should have a medieval theme to this, but there's a few talents that are BANNED. The Ultimate Princess/Prince (This should be obvious *cough* Sonia Nevermind *cough*), and the Ultimate King/Queen (These ones won't fit into the story).

2. NO Mary Sues or Gary Stus. If I see one, I will kill it with fire. Or suggest nerfs to it to make it less perfectionish

3. There are 20 slots. 10 boys and 10 girls. I am not against transgenders and genderqueers or girl and hermaphradites.

4. This is NOT first-come, first serve. Its accepted or denial. I will be picky about these characters, but not overly strict or rude. That's called being a dick, guys.

5. The Protagonist will be picked by...moi! I will choose who matches the person I have in mind for the role, so no asking. :3

6. Fill out everything, pleaaase. The only thing I'll allow not to be filled in is their mask.

FORM:

Name: [Warning, this name won't actually be used much. I'll explain this if I accept your character. Also, this doesn't have to be Japanese, as long as you explain it. ]

Age: [Preferably between 16-18, but be sensible.]

Talent: (Thank globalisation for reminding me that I forgot this. xd)

Personality:

Sexuality:

Race:

Gender:

Appearance:

Clothes:

Which Animal would you choose for your character to wear as a mask?: [THIS. IS. IMPORTANT. I can make it up for you, but I'd rather you do it yourself]

Backstory:

Likes:

Dislikes:

How are they going to react to a rule change of this game that they know?:

Family:

Pick an everyday object that someone can either wear or hold: [This is also fucking important to what I'm doing. :3]

Ability at dancing and duelling?: (1-10, 1 for worst, 10 for best.)

If they died, what would they leave behind for the others?:

This'll be in my bio, and so, enjoy this! Also, be gentle, senpai. This is my first fanfic, and while I have a basic plot planned and some new mechanics, this should be a wild ride for you and me.

Also, if you're confused at some things, most of it will be explained later, like why the character's names won't be used much, and other shit.

~Armonizzare