Academic Queen [KGRP]

[ IC SECTION - PART ONE ]

What is your name, age, and pronouns?

Urumi Hashimoto, Aged 17, She/Her

What is your ultimate talent? Elaboration is not necessary, but is encouraged.

Ultimate Student, across her years of schooling she has been able to maintain perfection.

Perfect grades and attendance, while also being a member of multiple clubs, Student council president and class president.

Please state any health conditions or risks we should be aware of.

Diagnosed with a rather unknown disease that is believe that it will end her life before she turns thirty one, it is possible she could be cured of this

The sun had began to drop as the hundreds of students slowly made their way out of schools, ultimates or normal it didn't matter they all were either going home or going out, a particular set of two girls walked the same route they always did

"Ugh Chisu!!" Urumi groaned annoyed as she was dragged down the streets of Japan "I gotta go over my notes!"

"Umi! You've literally studied for like five hours every day for the past two weeks....for a quiz worth 1% of our final grade" her friend laughed continuing to drag her to the karaoke bar

She smiled with a laughed "....fine" she said as they made their ways into the karaoke bar and began to have enjoy their time.

Urumi watched as Chisu ran out tit he bathroom and she looked around the place until she spotted a letter "Huh?" She picked it up confused when she thought she heard the door open "Chisu is that yo-Ah!" And her entire world was quickly plunged into darkness

[ IC SECTION - PART TWO ]

The world is swaying when your eyes open.

You were somewhere else before you were here. The details are beginning to come back to you, but not without an agonizing headache. Your head pangs with an unbearable amount of pain. Bruised, if not worse.

Perhaps you can the pair of mismatched eyes before something hit your head. Or perhaps you the shadow that had snuck up behind you the second you were alone. You had been caught by surprise by a silent foe, unable to alert yourself in time to react. You were out cold, and now you find yourself here. Somewhere new.

You feel sluggish. You can finally move your body, only to find yourself in an enclosed room. A door is up ahead. There are no windows. The air is thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. Humid and warm. A boiler rests next to you, lit up and actively working.

The crash of waves can be heard distantly. The room seems to tilt left and right, idly in small movements. Going along a current that you cannot see; only hear. The world around you continues to sway, even as your eyes adjust to the room.

Your hands are tied together. One ankle is shackled to the boiler, unable to be broken free of. You cannot reach the door, just barely a foot or two from the handle. You cannot escape, no matter how hard you try.

You aren’t alone in this room for long. The several long minutes in isolation are interrupted as the door slams itself open. A girl with short pink hair and only a couple of inches above five feet stands in the doorway. Bandages cover most of her exposed skin, including one of her eyes. In her hands is a shepherd’s crook; bent and scratched.

If you have kept up with the news surrounding the cult, you recognize the girl as Aiko Noruko. One of the original captors who had changed sides and aided the hostages in their escape. She had been the first to go missing when the cases surrounding the cult started up again; she looks far worse for wear in person.

“If you don’t want them to kill you, then you’re going to answer my fucking questions,” she snaps, singular eye narrowing. She steps into the room properly, kicking the door shut behind her. Gripping tightly onto the crook as she leans against the door, just out of your reach.

Her hands were struggeling as she saw who walked in "you....bitch!" She quickly moved her hands attempting to loosen or to break free out of the ties that's binded her arms in place

Trying to speak with her is only met with a glare or a scoff. She doesn’t waste a beat before starting her interrogation.

“Who the hell are you supposed to be?”

She remained silent at first, her mind racing to think of anything to get her out of here, but she heard what this girl is like

"Urumi Hashimoto is my name....I'm the Ultimate student" her hands still trying to break free but failing

“D’you know why someone as oh so highly praiiised as you ended up in this shithole?”

She rolled her eyes as she attempted to think of a way out of this "I don't know you tell me your the one that in the news so much!"

She gave a break in her words letting a long pause until awnsering "...for a real awnser probably cause of my skills, an ultimate student does alot more then just study for tests" she stares at her

“What do you think about love? They’re watching. Answer correctly.”

This surprised her, and also what does she mean by awnser correctly does that means not to lie or is this insinuating that there is a correct awnser

Her mind also began to ran with questions as she tried to figure out who they are and why do they care so much about her

"love is......a good side thing....it's not all that matters but it's a very important thing I guess" she sighed "I want to experience it though none the less as selfish as that may be to put o to someone else.

Her third question, no matter your answer, is met with a huff. Her gaze stays stuck on you, eye still narrowed. Glare still present. No matter how you respond to her questions, her bitterness remains unchanged.

Her eyes responded glaring right back at her attempting not to show any weakness but it's obvious there's atleast some hint of fear

“Great. They’re gonna have fun with you.” Her last words linger with a hiss. She turns on her heel, not waiting to say anything else before once more opening the door. She pauses, turning around as she steps to the side of the room. “I’d wish you good luck, but you’re going to die. Don’t even waste your breath.”

"What do you mean by th-"

A figure appears in the doorway.

Before you can react, something hits your head again. Everything goes black, leaving you once more in the dark.

[ OOC SECTION ]

What is your name and preferred pronouns?

Cors He/Him

What is your timezone?

GST

Do you have any triggers or discomforts? Please let me know and clarify which—you're free to privately message me them as well, so long as you inform me before applications close.

Nope

Please provide a reference of your OC! Something visible is preferred, but a detailed written description will work just fine, too.

Are you aware your OC may die at any point, whether that be from murder, trial, or somewhere in between? If your character is confrontational, you may be at HIGH risk of dying outside of murders and trials. Please keep this in mind.

Yep yep!

Anything else?

should I send a writing example to show I can write more then a few sentence?

#interwovenkg