Danganronpa: Day of Disaster (OOC)(Limited Apps)

[The Moscow Metro Red Line]

I changed Vera's name to Vera Ostapova Bender. I realized that I needed a patronymic.

[Amuaplye]

I changed Vera's name to Vera Ostapova Bender. I realized that I needed a patronymic.

My character needs one too, but I'm not going to add it.

[Amuaplye]

I changed Vera's name to Vera Ostapova Bender. I realized that I needed a patronymic.

Also, are you going to do the sprites as normal? They're pretty cool.

[Main Nation Ministry]

And we are...live!

IC

[Amuaplye]

And we are...live!

IC

Just posted.

[ThePhantomThieves]

Amuaplye, my character already started walking towards the stage, and I'd rather not have her turn around, so you should probably delete the post.

It could be a unique dynamic if he didn't know English the whole roleplay. And, if you really want him to learn, perhaps Vera (I assume she knows how to speak Russian and English. I haven't seen her full app.) could be a teacher, since communication would be much smoother.

[Amuaplye]

Amuaplye, my character already started walking towards the stage, and I'd rather not have her turn around, so you should probably delete the post.

It could be a unique dynamic if he didn't know English the whole roleplay. And, if you really want him to learn, perhaps Vera (I assume she knows how to speak Russian and English. I haven't seen her full app.) could be a teacher, since communication would be much smoother.

I've done it.

And having Vera being a teacher for Vadim was exactly what I was thinking. And they share so much in common, they'll probably become friends quickly.

[ThePhantomThieves]

OP, earlier I said that Avery was going to check the stage.

Can you make a post describing what she sees when she moves looks behind the red curtain?

[Main Nation Ministry]

OP, earlier I said that Avery was going to check the stage.

Can you make a post describing what she sees when she moves looks behind the red curtain?

Sure, hang on a moment. I write it in the IC.

[Regria]

Shit! Is this already starting? I had some apps on standby!

[Main Nation Ministry]

Shit! Is this already starting? I had some apps on standby!

Don't worry, there is still several spots left to be in the killing game, you can post your apps if you wish!

[Regria]

Woo! Here we go, boys!

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Name: Ann Baron

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Talent: The Ultimate Airsofter (JP: Super High School Level Sabage player)

Appearance:

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 132 lb.

Blood Type: O

Personality: If a psychic were to take a look into Ann’s mind, they’d find a maelstrom of conflict. Though she may not appear it, Ann is quite easily irritable, salty, and angered. Her patience when being bothered with petty talk is little to none, though she hides all this under a cold, hard, emotionless shell. Most of this is out of jealousy and loneliness she has felt throughout the years, due to her fellow classmates and teachers over the years shunning her for her unconventional, militaristic, and ‘violent’ talent of Airsoft, as she silently looked on at others being praised for theirs. What one may not expect however, is that Ann is truly passionate about her hobby, and loves it to death, perhaps like an innocent child, sharing this almost uncharacteristically childish excitement with those who share her joy and passion for the things she loves-- most notably Airsoft. For those who don’t get the cold shoulder, the side that most know and likely despise even more because of this.

Bio: In the autumn of Grand Rapids, Michigan, a girl was born to a caring and loving father and mother, though merely a few years ago, they had birthed another child-- a brother of hers. While her brother was rather rowdy and wild, Ann herself tended to to be a more timid, submissive type of child, always behaving and doing as told, as her brother went around being loud and rambunctious. Though they seemed to favor her brother, Ann was still rewarded for her obedience, nonetheless.

Eventually however, once Ann reached age 10 and was attending middle school, it was her brother’s 13th birthday, and their parents, being the good Americans they were, threw him a party with all of his friends, which included cake and of course, a present from his parents as well as his friends. Most of the time, their presents wowed the boy, as they knew well what he wanted. But when it was time for his parents’ present, he tore the wrapping and found it-- a spring-powered BB gun meant for target practice. All sorts of joy filled him, as a BB gun was something most kids in the neighborhood wanted, and thus he’d be the ‘cool kid’ in town. Ann however, was watching from a distance and saw this thing, not knowing what it was.

The next day, her brother went outside to begin shooting with it, with minimal instruction from their parents. He aimed and fired-- though he was an abhorrent shot. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hit a single can lying on the fence at any range except nearly point blank, his aim being too shaky and hm being so used to video game physics. For the next few days this continued, until he simply got tired and angry of it all. On his last day of using it however, Ann was watching. She saw how he was trying to plink at these cans and failing miserably. So as he put it down, she came out of hiding, picking it up and operating the action merely on what she saw from her brother. Hearing this, her brother turned back-- to see her holding his BB gun. But the moment he came over to try and get it back, she would fire at the cans. With literally no instruction whatsoever, and literally within her first shots, she nailed every single can laid out, the clatter of the metal on the ground emphasizing the small moments of silence and the trance of shock her brother was feeling.

After that, she simply turned around and blinked curiously at her brother’s shocked expression, as he backstepped a bit then ran inside. If she was entirely honest with herself, Ann actually found this activity rather fun-- having the power to rule over an empire of cans was a nice and fun thought, plus the sounds they made when being hit and crashing to the ground after her action were quite satisfying. So, she went to set up the cans again-- though her brother re-emerged with her parents. He had told them that she managed to hit everything on the first try. They were in complete disbelief and therefore came outside to see, where Ann was in the middle of setting the cans up. Smiling and waving to her parents, they’d then just ask her if she actually shot them down, to which she proudly and innocently proclaimed yes. Her parents would then tell her they would watch, as they then stood there in silence. Watching her nail every can once more, her parents were completely shocked. Why couldn’t the boy-- who had been far more ‘typical american boy-like’ even shoot with a BB gun, while their goody two-shoes daughter, with no instruction, managed to pull off such a feat? They then revoked the brother’s right to the BB gun and gifted it to the girl instead, seeing as Ann had more enjoyment out of it.

Years passed, as she plinked these cans, becoming better and better, doing it from progressively farther distances. At one point when she herself was 12, she could shoot them from the porch-- nearly the farthest distance without going to the roof! Though a fun pastime still, it slowly became less appealing to her, as sooner she was attempting to do more unorthodox things, like having her brother carry a can over his head while walking or running for her to shoot, or shooting on the move and seeing how many she could knock down. Though nowhere near a marksman, the results were still decent, which was to say, extraordinary for 12.

The same year however, she learnt of something-- something her parents called ‘Airsoft’, merely from spying on a conversation they were having, and that she might enjoy it. Though she had never heard of this ‘Airsoft’ before, she wouldn’t actually ask about it, being the well-behaved child she was. She’d simply continue her life as usual, plinking and diligently doing schoolwork keeping her grades somewhat high.

On her 13th birthday, Ann was fairly excited. She had a cake, and though the girl had few friends, her now matured brother and family attended, and once the cake had been eaten, she was presented with a box, that was somewhat large, the weight being somewhat oddly distributed. Ripping the wrapping paper, it was soon revealed that this was… An airsoft gun. An electric one, no less! Though it was a standard M4, she had never seen such a thing before-- and though it looked real from the cover, it seemed as if it fired the same BB pellets as her spring-powered rifle! This entirely shocked her, as she was used to just operating the bolt action, and not a fully automatic, electric airsoft gun.

Her parents explained to her why they got her it. They thought that she might want to get into ‘Airsofting’, which was like mock battles except they used all sorts of ‘BB guns’, and not just the rifle she was used to. That with her accuracy shown for so long, they thought it’d be a hobby she’d like! The girl imagined it for a moment… A mock battlefield, where she could show her skill off to the world without being mocked or shunned by classmates? It all seemed too fantastical for her! Nonetheless, she was overwhelmed with joy and hugged her parents tightly, and in the same day she opened the box, charged up the battery as per instructions, and test-ran this automatic. It was completely different, the way it hammered the cans instead of plinking them, the way it sounded as it fired on semi automatic, and upon finding fully automatic? The girl found a fun that she never would have imagined existed, as a whole new world of ‘target shooting’ opened up for her, but she still desired to try out this ‘Airsoft’.

She was already fit enough. It seemed as if she had a thing for physical education as well, outperforming basically all her classmates in physical capacity, even the boys. It was partially for this reason that she was shunned in school, due to not being ‘girly’ enough, and the boys for just being a girl. Never before did she find acceptance, but now she was going to give it a shot-- no pun intended.

At this tender age of 13, Ann slowly procured the funds to get all the basic gear essential to an Airsoft game; BBs, a handgun, a holster for said handgun, and eye protection. When she applied for her first game however, the hosts questioned her, asking if a 13 year old should really be airsofting. As such, the girl then told them to at least give her a chance and watch her shoot. When they did, they were completely surprised to find she already shot like a good airsoft player of 20 years or older, even at this age. As such, they agreed to let her join, as she was put on the best team to compensate for her ‘noobness’. But as the rounds raged on, many found Ann not to be a joke, but actually a potentially serious threat, as she frequently scored in the top 4, 3, and even 1st in the ‘Most HITs inflicted’ portion of the leaderboards.Though she was hit a few times, many asked her how the hell she got that skill-- and she just stated it all came naturally, being perhaps overly humble. She knew this was her calling. Ann was having so much fun, and when adults told her she was incredible at this, the little girl knew this was her path. She even learned many hand signals and memorized them right before the start of the game, which was most unusual. The adults stated they honestly wouldn’t mind her coming again, and she did. Over and over, every time they hosted an event.

Eventually though, little Ann competed in her first official tournament at 15-- Michigan’s State tournament, and actually managed to score at the very top of the leaderboards, though only barely, beating out many veteran airsofters which had perhaps been there for a decade! She was a hot topic of debate in the Airsofting world after that, as many questioned if a 14 year old could really be this good, but once again, Ann replied that it all came to her naturally. She didn’t know how-- but now she brought home lots of globs of cash and a trophy to herald as her own. The girl had never been so fulfilled and happy in her life, and her parents showered her with praise. With this money, she bought even more gear, after giving her parents 40% of the money. There, she herself ordered competition-grade airsoft guns, and even some tiny military fatigues to dress in for combat, plus a plate carrier which would hold additional magazines and even some grenades she’d buy. When she showed up to her usual field again, everyone took to calling her ‘Moon Bunny’, after a certain witty player called her that for reasons of her ambitions being relatable to Neil Armstrong’s landing on the moon, and ‘Bunny’ of course being both a representation of that one quote by him, and the fact that she was tiny and young. It caught on, and eventually she got ‘MOON BUNNIES’ imprinted on her patches, as a ‘fake’ nickname of the fake division she made.

And later on that year, she finally entered highschool-- free of the oppression of those closed-minded students who judged her based on the things she enjoyed! At last, she could be liberated from all the tormenting shunning of her fellow classmates for this ‘violent’ hobby and ‘ungirly’ nature of physical fitness!

Alas, that was not the case. Highschool proved to be worse than Middle School. While the kids could care less about her hobby-- some of which actually did airsofting, though nowhere near her level, most didn’t care or just gossiped about her. Even worse, now the school was against her, stating to not talk about guns-- even airsoft guns a bit. Though she still did well academically, she was discriminated at every turn during this freshman year, her being a freshman only adding to the pressure. Her proclaimed statement of top Michigan airsofter did nothing to save her, and for this she’d become increasingly resentful to school and students, though airsofting still filled her with joy as she invested most of her hard-earned cash into it. Sure, there were other airsofters in the school, and rarely did she meet them, but when she did, she was quite happy to talk to them-- despite them usually being 16 or older-- though all of them seemed to question her, as her usual field-goers did so long ago.

...At this point, though it was a fairly minor point to her, the girl also begun taking Japanese classes, somewhat excelling in them thanks to a few Japanese friends she possessed online, this decision mostly coming down to her vehement respect for their company known as Tokyo Marui, and the high-quality airsoft products that they produced, many of which she relied on.

At her 16th birthday, she was slowly starting to outgrow this ‘childish’ tradition of celebrating birthdays full-on, yet still appreciated the company, cake, and care her family and (few) friends would give her on this day. She ate the cake as per usual, before proceeding with her gifts. Though-- the one that was wrapped by her parents seemed a bit more odd than usual. The box looked like one that you’d find in a mover’s van, but she ripped off the wrapping paper nonetheless. As expected, it was a box, but reaching inside, she found several more. Pulling them out, all of them appeared to be high-performance, high-end attachments for her existing airsoft guns. While this shocked her, plowing deeper into the box, she found one last attachment, which had an envelope taped to it. Her parents waited in anticipation as she opened it. Inside? $900. At this, the girl was completely taken aback, feeling the same rush that she felt when being given her first airsoft M4 so long ago.

Ann’s parents soon explained to her why they had given her this money. An announcement had been made a week prior that the annual, national US Airsoft tournament was taking place, which they said they knew she’d enjoy, packing enough money for a two-way trip, and they already had shipping of her Airsoft guns ready if she wished to go. The now teenage Ann then instantly moved to hug her parents as she did on that 14th birthday of hers, full of love and passion. With just as much enthusiasm as that younger her, she’d file out the paperwork required to attend this event, before setting off on her flight extra early, as not to miss it unintentionally.

When arriving at the field, many seemed to question her, though a few people here and there recognized her as the famed ‘Ann Baron’, that one airsoft player from Michigan which scored on the top of the leaderboards, and soon that rumor would be proven to be true, as Ann excelled in all areas-- wargames, accuracy, reflexes, and physical ability, scoring high tally marks in all fields, and just like in that old statewide Michigan game, she scored the most ‘HITs’ out of any player present. Hours passed, as even a night battle took place. Looking more like someone out of a hollywood John Wick-esque movie than a normal teen, Ann dominated the competition, all in all scoring first place in this closely fought battle, even beating US Marines and Soldiers who had taken up Airsoft as well, either as a hobby or a way of training. Live footage highly covered the intensity of the battles taking place, especially as the events approached their close-- emphasizing this once rumor-like figure in the Airsofting community in all of her talented glory.

She won the grand prize-- which was to say a trophy, and a rather hefty amount of money. She was praised by the airsofting community, and nearly everyone in the Airsofting world was talking about it both online and in real life-- perhaps even to people who didn’t know much of Airsoft! Recordings of Ann appeared online, some even going fairly viral-- showing her in all of her practically special-forces level skill, looking very akin to figures seen only in movies, but sometime during the match-- she had set up a position way up in a tree to do some recon and perhaps pop off a few shots. However, she didn’t realize that she was near a wasp’s nest, and they swarmed her. Panicked and pained from the stings, the girl fell from the top of the tree down to the very bottom, breaking both of her legs and leaving her bleeding. The girl could have died of blood loss, if not for field medics finding her in time.

When she returned home with her trophy proudly in hand, Ann was praised to no ends by her parents, as they hugged, kissed, and patted her on the back, congratulating her for going so far and hoping that she was recovering fine. Despite the injuries, Ann was absolutely ecstatic, and eagerly hugged her parents back, feeling truly satisfied-- and with this money, she’d order many more additions to her collection, as well as giving away further to her family. These days were likely when the 15 year old felt her best, as she’d celebrate-- her parents even bringing her out to eat at a fancy restaurant in celebration of the occasion.

However, destiny did not agree with her. Once she got back to school, she had also become a small topic of debate at the school, with some students seeing the viral videos of ‘Ann Baron’, that one airsofting girl that supposedly attended their school. Though some stated it was awesome, others ridiculed her, some even suspecting she was going to ‘do something to the school’. And unfortunately, the school thought the same. They heavily disapproved of her participating in this tournament, and put her on suspension for three weeks. She was heartbroken. She had worked so hard-- and earning such a title made her think that they’d at LEAST respect her profession, but in the end it was all for naught. While praise was available online, the amount of people in real life who’d congratulate or even get close to the girl would be scarce, and this just drove her saltiness even further, as she exploded at home, venting on and on about everything that had transpired prior to then. Being suspended for just pursuing her hobbies joyfully was now justified, in the eyes of the school? Her parents briefly suggested homeschooling, but the outcome seemed bleak.

And that’s when she got the invite to Hikami-- hailing her as the ‘Ultimate Airsofter’. Here, she thought that perhaps she could find acceptance at last, and maybe get her life back. And with nearly all other hope lost, this might have been the last chance she got.

...And so, she departed from her family’s little ranch house, and on to that light of hope.


Likes: Airsoft, Firearms, Target practice, ‘Eccentric games’, Running, Pushups, nearly all physical activity, Family, Friends(The few she has), Cookies, Muffins, Hugs

Dislikes: Malice, ‘Superficial’ people, Arrogance, ‘SJW-types’, Bullies, Killing, Bodily harm to self or others, Shallowness

Greatest Fear: Being trapped

Theme Song: Light my Fire

Notes:

RP Sample: doot

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Name: Vappu Laukkanen

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Talent: The Ultimate Driver (JP: Super High School level Driver)

Appearance:

Height: 5’5

Weight: 128lb

Blood Type: B

Personality: For Vappu, fiery bravado and passionate expressions of optimism are an everyday occurance. Looking to live life to its absolute fullest, this Finn is charged with an energetic spirit, unable to stop her outbursts of pure passion and even purer emotion, expressing her inner feelings 110%, always. Brave and powerful, Vappu seems to have no fear-- willing to do things that most would consider crazy or outright insane. Given her mentality of ‘Life is short, let’s enjoy the hell out of it while we can’, one can expect her to try and have as much fun as possible, while ignoring many social norms, yet she truly is a hearty and well-meaning individual, even if one can easily say the girl takes things a bit too far.

Bio: In the chilling, icy land of Finland, Vappu was birthed by two Finnish parents in the decently sizeable city of Tampere. Oftentimes not moving much farther from their neighborhood, she grew up with the normal education system, which was to say far less ‘intensive’ than the one in the US. Though strangely enough this tender young, little Vappu seemed to have an unbelievable obsession with cars. She loved them-- how they made that noise whenever they started, how these vehicles and their engines roared as they lurched forth, the speeds they could achieve, the ability to go anywhere-- it was oddly interesting to her, and it didn’t help that her family’s business was a mechanics garage-- which only further enhanced her obsessive love with gears, oil, and burnt asphalt.

While school was enjoyable for little Vappu, she’d be anxious to come home, oftentimes watching media involving cars and eventually discovering Racing through these means, though such a prospect amazed her. She had been so used to them moving slowly, but now it seemed like these vehicles roared like thunder as they navigated curves and attempted to beat out one another. Similarly, at the young age of 6, she discovered Monster Jam-- with all of its craziness and antics involving these massive trucks with massive tires, having previously not known of how eccentric the automotive world had been. With this, she begun expressing her passion, wishing to drive even while she was a mere 6 years old, even learning the basics all on her own, researching it in her constant obsession with this brave new world (for her).

After playing a few video games her parents bought her, Vappu seemed to already show extraordinary talent, and while games like Mariokart amused her, she excelled even in the more ‘serious’ games, having little to no problem beating them out-- even eventually becoming quite a menace even in multiplayer. And eventually, Vappu finally got her opportunity to drive at age 9, when her father revealed in a surprise birthday party that he got her membership for a Go-Karting club. Needless to say, she was quite ecstatic, relentlessly giving thanks for this, and abusing the membership to hell and back.

Her parents and the trackgoers were surprised to find that this 9 year old newbie seemed to be incredibly skilled at this young age, weaving in and out of the lanes-- and though she seemed fairly rough around the edges at first, they immediately knew they had a prodigy among them, as they then proceeded to aid and teach her more about the racing world, polishing her skills.


Over the next year of her life, little Vappu dominated the competition, and it eventually became enough so that the girl begun even doing drifts and aggressively taking the track, becoming the undefeated champion and perhaps being seen as a bit crazy, for her age and driving style. Which is precisely what led her to the next phase of life.

At age 12, Vappu was now tired of driving go-karts. Sure, she had her friends, sure she smoked the other racers, and sure she was showered with praise on the track, but… The sight of full-sized cars duking it out on the screen had always caught her interest, even as she raced small-time. They were going much faster, cornering much quicker-- and this still spoke to the high-octane soul of the little Finn, with their screaming engines and squealing rubber in stark contrast to the seemingly puny sputters from those gas-powered karts. One morning, before the sun had risen, she stole her father’s keys and stole the family VW Golf, fueled by adrenaline and desire to finally be in control of something greater. What was surprising was that even at this young age, she was a natural at it. She tackled the ice-coated roads with bravery unseen and a sense of control almost unfathomable-- like a rally driver, but somehow even better.

Once she had returned however, her father had already awoken, and was waiting at the front door of the home for Vappu to pull in. When she did, she felt her heart drop-- as her father stood there with his casually stern expression whilst smoking his cigarette. She expected a thorough scolding and perhaps some discipline, but was shocked to find that the man simply just told her not to take his car without his permission, before telling her to meet him in the dining room. But there, he told her something she found incredible. The man stated that back in his younger years, he actually was a Japanese Street Racer, and he had moved to Japan after hearing of the underground racing scene there. He used the family’s Golf-- now battered and bruised, to accomplish many victories, before moving back to Finland after the hype had died down. Now that the Finnish girl had stolen his car, he had concluded that she was ready for some more hands-on training, and despite him being shocked at her frankly unnatural skill already, he would show her how to become a true racer.

This revelation plus her recent discovery of Initial D however, left her heart pumping-- and as a result, she’d even take Japanese as a class in school, and ask her father for lessons whenever she wasn’t training with him.

Eventually, after three years passed, Vappu was now the best street racer ever seen by mortal flesh, at least to her father. Never in his years did he see such talent, and he wouldn’t let it go to waste. As such, despite her being 15, the Finn’s father would forge her identification with forged age information on it, in hopes that she could enter the worldwide rally racing scene as the driver for the Finnish team. Despite her still young appearance, the girl was all too happy to take up the offer, and upon her demonstrating her skills handling a vehicle, they immediately put Vappu in place of their previous driver, with nearly no hesitation.

With this, the girl raced for several seasons, garnering worldwide automotive fame and being known as the only female rally driver in the modern racing scene, also often revered for being absolutely fearless and brutal in her approach to the sport-- winning literally every time she showed up to the dirt-laced track and earning boatloads of cash while she was at it-- her father moving back to Japan with the funds along with the immediate family to re set-up there and meet old friends of theirs. Everything was looking to be fine, and it seemed as if she was becoming something of a local hero as well among all the hashiriya inhabiting the mountain valleys, in which in her downtime she’d participate in their mountain races with the family’s old Golf, even leading her own infamous and undefeated team down the touge.

...But, what if it wasn’t?

At this point, Vappu had almost left high school, and was still formally her usual self, still garnering adoring fans, prize money, and enjoyment out of her storied career which always ended up with her winning, and leading retired racing legends to regard her as the next great racing legend, on par with figures like themselves. She met with huge influential figures, and was also quite well-revered in the street scene as well, though she could have never anticipated what was coming next. She was driving as usual in a race, passionately squeezing every last drop of potential out of her mechanical steed, cutting corners and leading the pack by quite a bit as usual, though she didn’t let loose for even a moment. Still getting airtime at every bump, and still having to drift around most corners, this was typical Vappu, and she loved the hell out of it. But suddenly, as she made one of her trademark jumps, something felt wrong to her. She knew this car inside and out-- it was almost as much of an extension of her as her golf, yet something was terribly, terribly wrong. As the car landed, she realized why.

Snap.

The car buckled beneath her, as the front axles were wrenched in two, leading the car to spin hopelessly out of control. Despite all her best efforts, even all her driving prowess couldn’t save her. The Finn could only sit there as the car careened off a cliff, the kinetic energy of the collision with the guardrail enough to send it flipping off. As it landed, the car then tumbled down the limited mountainside, jumping occasionally with bodywork and parts flying off left and right, with Vappu inside, being thrashed around like a doll, smashing various body parts several times against some hardpoints despite the intensive harnesses which strapped her in, one particular jump causing her to be knocked out cold, as the wreck of this world champion’s car came to a stop. The peaceful snow fell around her and the now open-roofed vehicle, as everyone watched in awe. Though she was recovered and brought to the hospital, the automotive world flipped upside down upon hearing this revelation.

But as she was in the hospitals, the doctors deduced that little young Vappu had developed a coma, in addition to a fairly bad concussion and several broken bones, although she was in a completely stable state, quite lucky for what she had experienced, although her family, racing friends, and fans were all simmering with rage and filled with sadness. None of this stopped the media from pouncing on this, as extensive research showed that the car given to Vappu was faulty-- and someone had intentionally switched out the front axle with a weaker one than the rally standard, thus leading directly to the girl’s disaster, and when attempting to find information on who did it, they came across her identity-- finally realizing after all this time that the age listed when she had first applied would have been impossible, thus creating yet another scandal that everybody in the racing world went crazy over. She would be promptly removed from the team, but not before the mastermind was unmasked and ‘dealt with’.

Fortunately, the coma didn’t last all that long, and young Vappu awoke after all this had gone down, confused and bitter at what had transpired in her absence, though all that mattered to her family, hashirya pals, and fans, was that she was alright, and would (probably) live on.

...But in this turbulent period of life, something peculiar occured. She was out one day in the family garage, working on one of the many cars which visited the place for repairs and tuning, when the mail had arrived before her. With her parents currently watching a movie in the living room together, their daughter went to check it, and mysteriously enough, it was directed towards… Her. Hailing her as ‘The Ultimate Driver’, the letter was from the international Hikami Academy, where only the true best in their fields could even hope to attend. They guaranteed her success once she got out-- even offering her a spot back on the Finnish racing team with huge subsidies to boot.

How could she have refused, anyhow?

Likes: Carefree people, Driving, Racing, Drifting, Adrenaline, Motor vehicles of any sort, Challenges, Car-related media, Eurobeat (obviously), Going places, Any form of physical/bodily affection

Dislikes: Standing still, Having nothing to do, Pessimists, Hot climates, Bureaucracy, Bullies

Greatest Fear: Becoming paralytic and being unable to drive again

Theme Song: Vappu's Crazy little love

Notes:

[Amuaplye]

There actually was a plane crash in Moscow in 2014, an Aeroflot Ilyushin Il-96 went up in flames while being parked. Nobody was killed, unlike the 156 people who died in Vadim's crash.

[Main Nation Ministry]

Woo! Here we go, boys!

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Name: Ann Baron

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Talent: The Ultimate Airsofter (JP: Super High School Level Sabage player)

Appearance:

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Height: 5’6”

Weight: 132 lb.

Blood Type: O

Personality: If a psychic were to take a look into Ann’s mind, they’d find a maelstrom of conflict. Though she may not appear it, Ann is quite easily irritable, salty, and angered. Her patience when being bothered with petty talk is little to none, though she hides all this under a cold, hard, emotionless shell. Most of this is out of jealousy and loneliness she has felt throughout the years, due to her fellow classmates and teachers over the years shunning her for her unconventional, militaristic, and ‘violent’ talent of Airsoft, as she silently looked on at others being praised for theirs. What one may not expect however, is that Ann is truly passionate about her hobby, and loves it to death, perhaps like an innocent child, sharing this almost uncharacteristically childish excitement with those who share her joy and passion for the things she loves-- most notably Airsoft. For those who don’t get the cold shoulder, the side that most know and likely despise even more because of this.

Bio: In the autumn of Grand Rapids, Michigan, a girl was born to a caring and loving father and mother, though merely a few years ago, they had birthed another child-- a brother of hers. While her brother was rather rowdy and wild, Ann herself tended to to be a more timid, submissive type of child, always behaving and doing as told, as her brother went around being loud and rambunctious. Though they seemed to favor her brother, Ann was still rewarded for her obedience, nonetheless.

Eventually however, once Ann reached age 10 and was attending middle school, it was her brother’s 13th birthday, and their parents, being the good Americans they were, threw him a party with all of his friends, which included cake and of course, a present from his parents as well as his friends. Most of the time, their presents wowed the boy, as they knew well what he wanted. But when it was time for his parents’ present, he tore the wrapping and found it-- a spring-powered BB gun meant for target practice. All sorts of joy filled him, as a BB gun was something most kids in the neighborhood wanted, and thus he’d be the ‘cool kid’ in town. Ann however, was watching from a distance and saw this thing, not knowing what it was.

The next day, her brother went outside to begin shooting with it, with minimal instruction from their parents. He aimed and fired-- though he was an abhorrent shot. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hit a single can lying on the fence at any range except nearly point blank, his aim being too shaky and hm being so used to video game physics. For the next few days this continued, until he simply got tired and angry of it all. On his last day of using it however, Ann was watching. She saw how he was trying to plink at these cans and failing miserably. So as he put it down, she came out of hiding, picking it up and operating the action merely on what she saw from her brother. Hearing this, her brother turned back-- to see her holding his BB gun. But the moment he came over to try and get it back, she would fire at the cans. With literally no instruction whatsoever, and literally within her first shots, she nailed every single can laid out, the clatter of the metal on the ground emphasizing the small moments of silence and the trance of shock her brother was feeling.

After that, she simply turned around and blinked curiously at her brother’s shocked expression, as he backstepped a bit then ran inside. If she was entirely honest with herself, Ann actually found this activity rather fun-- having the power to rule over an empire of cans was a nice and fun thought, plus the sounds they made when being hit and crashing to the ground after her action were quite satisfying. So, she went to set up the cans again-- though her brother re-emerged with her parents. He had told them that she managed to hit everything on the first try. They were in complete disbelief and therefore came outside to see, where Ann was in the middle of setting the cans up. Smiling and waving to her parents, they’d then just ask her if she actually shot them down, to which she proudly and innocently proclaimed yes. Her parents would then tell her they would watch, as they then stood there in silence. Watching her nail every can once more, her parents were completely shocked. Why couldn’t the boy-- who had been far more ‘typical american boy-like’ even shoot with a BB gun, while their goody two-shoes daughter, with no instruction, managed to pull off such a feat? They then revoked the brother’s right to the BB gun and gifted it to the girl instead, seeing as Ann had more enjoyment out of it.

Years passed, as she plinked these cans, becoming better and better, doing it from progressively farther distances. At one point when she herself was 12, she could shoot them from the porch-- nearly the farthest distance without going to the roof! Though a fun pastime still, it slowly became less appealing to her, as sooner she was attempting to do more unorthodox things, like having her brother carry a can over his head while walking or running for her to shoot, or shooting on the move and seeing how many she could knock down. Though nowhere near a marksman, the results were still decent, which was to say, extraordinary for 12.

The same year however, she learnt of something-- something her parents called ‘Airsoft’, merely from spying on a conversation they were having, and that she might enjoy it. Though she had never heard of this ‘Airsoft’ before, she wouldn’t actually ask about it, being the well-behaved child she was. She’d simply continue her life as usual, plinking and diligently doing schoolwork keeping her grades somewhat high.

On her 13th birthday, Ann was fairly excited. She had a cake, and though the girl had few friends, her now matured brother and family attended, and once the cake had been eaten, she was presented with a box, that was somewhat large, the weight being somewhat oddly distributed. Ripping the wrapping paper, it was soon revealed that this was… An airsoft gun. An electric one, no less! Though it was a standard M4, she had never seen such a thing before-- and though it looked real from the cover, it seemed as if it fired the same BB pellets as her spring-powered rifle! This entirely shocked her, as she was used to just operating the bolt action, and not a fully automatic, electric airsoft gun.

Her parents explained to her why they got her it. They thought that she might want to get into ‘Airsofting’, which was like mock battles except they used all sorts of ‘BB guns’, and not just the rifle she was used to. That with her accuracy shown for so long, they thought it’d be a hobby she’d like! The girl imagined it for a moment… A mock battlefield, where she could show her skill off to the world without being mocked or shunned by classmates? It all seemed too fantastical for her! Nonetheless, she was overwhelmed with joy and hugged her parents tightly, and in the same day she opened the box, charged up the battery as per instructions, and test-ran this automatic. It was completely different, the way it hammered the cans instead of plinking them, the way it sounded as it fired on semi automatic, and upon finding fully automatic? The girl found a fun that she never would have imagined existed, as a whole new world of ‘target shooting’ opened up for her, but she still desired to try out this ‘Airsoft’.

She was already fit enough. It seemed as if she had a thing for physical education as well, outperforming basically all her classmates in physical capacity, even the boys. It was partially for this reason that she was shunned in school, due to not being ‘girly’ enough, and the boys for just being a girl. Never before did she find acceptance, but now she was going to give it a shot-- no pun intended.

At this tender age of 13, Ann slowly procured the funds to get all the basic gear essential to an Airsoft game; BBs, a handgun, a holster for said handgun, and eye protection. When she applied for her first game however, the hosts questioned her, asking if a 13 year old should really be airsofting. As such, the girl then told them to at least give her a chance and watch her shoot. When they did, they were completely surprised to find she already shot like a good airsoft player of 20 years or older, even at this age. As such, they agreed to let her join, as she was put on the best team to compensate for her ‘noobness’. But as the rounds raged on, many found Ann not to be a joke, but actually a potentially serious threat, as she frequently scored in the top 4, 3, and even 1st in the ‘Most HITs inflicted’ portion of the leaderboards.Though she was hit a few times, many asked her how the hell she got that skill-- and she just stated it all came naturally, being perhaps overly humble. She knew this was her calling. Ann was having so much fun, and when adults told her she was incredible at this, the little girl knew this was her path. She even learned many hand signals and memorized them right before the start of the game, which was most unusual. The adults stated they honestly wouldn’t mind her coming again, and she did. Over and over, every time they hosted an event.

Eventually though, little Ann competed in her first official tournament at 15-- Michigan’s State tournament, and actually managed to score at the very top of the leaderboards, though only barely, beating out many veteran airsofters which had perhaps been there for a decade! She was a hot topic of debate in the Airsofting world after that, as many questioned if a 14 year old could really be this good, but once again, Ann replied that it all came to her naturally. She didn’t know how-- but now she brought home lots of globs of cash and a trophy to herald as her own. The girl had never been so fulfilled and happy in her life, and her parents showered her with praise. With this money, she bought even more gear, after giving her parents 40% of the money. There, she herself ordered competition-grade airsoft guns, and even some tiny military fatigues to dress in for combat, plus a plate carrier which would hold additional magazines and even some grenades she’d buy. When she showed up to her usual field again, everyone took to calling her ‘Moon Bunny’, after a certain witty player called her that for reasons of her ambitions being relatable to Neil Armstrong’s landing on the moon, and ‘Bunny’ of course being both a representation of that one quote by him, and the fact that she was tiny and young. It caught on, and eventually she got ‘MOON BUNNIES’ imprinted on her patches, as a ‘fake’ nickname of the fake division she made.

And later on that year, she finally entered highschool-- free of the oppression of those closed-minded students who judged her based on the things she enjoyed! At last, she could be liberated from all the tormenting shunning of her fellow classmates for this ‘violent’ hobby and ‘ungirly’ nature of physical fitness!

Alas, that was not the case. Highschool proved to be worse than Middle School. While the kids could care less about her hobby-- some of which actually did airsofting, though nowhere near her level, most didn’t care or just gossiped about her. Even worse, now the school was against her, stating to not talk about guns-- even airsoft guns a bit. Though she still did well academically, she was discriminated at every turn during this freshman year, her being a freshman only adding to the pressure. Her proclaimed statement of top Michigan airsofter did nothing to save her, and for this she’d become increasingly resentful to school and students, though airsofting still filled her with joy as she invested most of her hard-earned cash into it. Sure, there were other airsofters in the school, and rarely did she meet them, but when she did, she was quite happy to talk to them-- despite them usually being 16 or older-- though all of them seemed to question her, as her usual field-goers did so long ago.

...At this point, though it was a fairly minor point to her, the girl also begun taking Japanese classes, somewhat excelling in them thanks to a few Japanese friends she possessed online, this decision mostly coming down to her vehement respect for their company known as Tokyo Marui, and the high-quality airsoft products that they produced, many of which she relied on.

At her 16th birthday, she was slowly starting to outgrow this ‘childish’ tradition of celebrating birthdays full-on, yet still appreciated the company, cake, and care her family and (few) friends would give her on this day. She ate the cake as per usual, before proceeding with her gifts. Though-- the one that was wrapped by her parents seemed a bit more odd than usual. The box looked like one that you’d find in a mover’s van, but she ripped off the wrapping paper nonetheless. As expected, it was a box, but reaching inside, she found several more. Pulling them out, all of them appeared to be high-performance, high-end attachments for her existing airsoft guns. While this shocked her, plowing deeper into the box, she found one last attachment, which had an envelope taped to it. Her parents waited in anticipation as she opened it. Inside? $900. At this, the girl was completely taken aback, feeling the same rush that she felt when being given her first airsoft M4 so long ago.

Ann’s parents soon explained to her why they had given her this money. An announcement had been made a week prior that the annual, national US Airsoft tournament was taking place, which they said they knew she’d enjoy, packing enough money for a two-way trip, and they already had shipping of her Airsoft guns ready if she wished to go. The now teenage Ann then instantly moved to hug her parents as she did on that 14th birthday of hers, full of love and passion. With just as much enthusiasm as that younger her, she’d file out the paperwork required to attend this event, before setting off on her flight extra early, as not to miss it unintentionally.

When arriving at the field, many seemed to question her, though a few people here and there recognized her as the famed ‘Ann Baron’, that one airsoft player from Michigan which scored on the top of the leaderboards, and soon that rumor would be proven to be true, as Ann excelled in all areas-- wargames, accuracy, reflexes, and physical ability, scoring high tally marks in all fields, and just like in that old statewide Michigan game, she scored the most ‘HITs’ out of any player present. Hours passed, as even a night battle took place. Looking more like someone out of a hollywood John Wick-esque movie than a normal teen, Ann dominated the competition, all in all scoring first place in this closely fought battle, even beating US Marines and Soldiers who had taken up Airsoft as well, either as a hobby or a way of training. Live footage highly covered the intensity of the battles taking place, especially as the events approached their close-- emphasizing this once rumor-like figure in the Airsofting community in all of her talented glory.

She won the grand prize-- which was to say a trophy, and a rather hefty amount of money. She was praised by the airsofting community, and nearly everyone in the Airsofting world was talking about it both online and in real life-- perhaps even to people who didn’t know much of Airsoft! Recordings of Ann appeared online, some even going fairly viral-- showing her in all of her practically special-forces level skill, looking very akin to figures seen only in movies, but sometime during the match-- she had set up a position way up in a tree to do some recon and perhaps pop off a few shots. However, she didn’t realize that she was near a wasp’s nest, and they swarmed her. Panicked and pained from the stings, the girl fell from the top of the tree down to the very bottom, breaking both of her legs and leaving her bleeding. The girl could have died of blood loss, if not for field medics finding her in time.

When she returned home with her trophy proudly in hand, Ann was praised to no ends by her parents, as they hugged, kissed, and patted her on the back, congratulating her for going so far and hoping that she was recovering fine. Despite the injuries, Ann was absolutely ecstatic, and eagerly hugged her parents back, feeling truly satisfied-- and with this money, she’d order many more additions to her collection, as well as giving away further to her family. These days were likely when the 15 year old felt her best, as she’d celebrate-- her parents even bringing her out to eat at a fancy restaurant in celebration of the occasion.

However, destiny did not agree with her. Once she got back to school, she had also become a small topic of debate at the school, with some students seeing the viral videos of ‘Ann Baron’, that one airsofting girl that supposedly attended their school. Though some stated it was awesome, others ridiculed her, some even suspecting she was going to ‘do something to the school’. And unfortunately, the school thought the same. They heavily disapproved of her participating in this tournament, and put her on suspension for three weeks. She was heartbroken. She had worked so hard-- and earning such a title made her think that they’d at LEAST respect her profession, but in the end it was all for naught. While praise was available online, the amount of people in real life who’d congratulate or even get close to the girl would be scarce, and this just drove her saltiness even further, as she exploded at home, venting on and on about everything that had transpired prior to then. Being suspended for just pursuing her hobbies joyfully was now justified, in the eyes of the school? Her parents briefly suggested homeschooling, but the outcome seemed bleak.

And that’s when she got the invite to Hikami-- hailing her as the ‘Ultimate Airsofter’. Here, she thought that perhaps she could find acceptance at last, and maybe get her life back. And with nearly all other hope lost, this might have been the last chance she got.

...And so, she departed from her family’s little ranch house, and on to that light of hope.


Likes: Airsoft, Firearms, Target practice, ‘Eccentric games’, Running, Pushups, nearly all physical activity, Family, Friends(The few she has), Cookies, Muffins, Hugs

Dislikes: Malice, ‘Superficial’ people, Arrogance, ‘SJW-types’, Bullies, Killing, Bodily harm to self or others, Shallowness

Greatest Fear: Being trapped

Theme Song: Light my Fire

Notes:

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RP Sample: [url=doot]https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=378012[/url]

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Name: Vappu Laukkanen

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Talent: The Ultimate Driver (JP: Super High School level Driver)

Appearance:

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Height: 5’5

Weight: 128lb

Blood Type: B

Personality: For Vappu, fiery bravado and passionate expressions of optimism are an everyday occurance. Looking to live life to its absolute fullest, this Finn is charged with an energetic spirit, unable to stop her outbursts of pure passion and even purer emotion, expressing her inner feelings 110%, always. Brave and powerful, Vappu seems to have no fear-- willing to do things that most would consider crazy or outright insane. Given her mentality of ‘Life is short, let’s enjoy the hell out of it while we can’, one can expect her to try and have as much fun as possible, while ignoring many social norms, yet she truly is a hearty and well-meaning individual, even if one can easily say the girl takes things a bit too far.

Bio: In the chilling, icy land of Finland, Vappu was birthed by two Finnish parents in the decently sizeable city of Tampere. Oftentimes not moving much farther from their neighborhood, she grew up with the normal education system, which was to say far less ‘intensive’ than the one in the US. Though strangely enough this tender young, little Vappu seemed to have an unbelievable obsession with cars. She loved them-- how they made that noise whenever they started, how these vehicles and their engines roared as they lurched forth, the speeds they could achieve, the ability to go anywhere-- it was oddly interesting to her, and it didn’t help that her family’s business was a mechanics garage-- which only further enhanced her obsessive love with gears, oil, and burnt asphalt.

While school was enjoyable for little Vappu, she’d be anxious to come home, oftentimes watching media involving cars and eventually discovering Racing through these means, though such a prospect amazed her. She had been so used to them moving slowly, but now it seemed like these vehicles roared like thunder as they navigated curves and attempted to beat out one another. Similarly, at the young age of 6, she discovered Monster Jam-- with all of its craziness and antics involving these massive trucks with massive tires, having previously not known of how eccentric the automotive world had been. With this, she begun expressing her passion, wishing to drive even while she was a mere 6 years old, even learning the basics all on her own, researching it in her constant obsession with this brave new world (for her).

After playing a few video games her parents bought her, Vappu seemed to already show extraordinary talent, and while games like Mariokart amused her, she excelled even in the more ‘serious’ games, having little to no problem beating them out-- even eventually becoming quite a menace even in multiplayer. And eventually, Vappu finally got her opportunity to drive at age 9, when her father revealed in a surprise birthday party that he got her membership for a Go-Karting club. Needless to say, she was quite ecstatic, relentlessly giving thanks for this, and abusing the membership to hell and back.

Her parents and the trackgoers were surprised to find that this 9 year old newbie seemed to be incredibly skilled at this young age, weaving in and out of the lanes-- and though she seemed fairly rough around the edges at first, they immediately knew they had a prodigy among them, as they then proceeded to aid and teach her more about the racing world, polishing her skills.


Over the next year of her life, little Vappu dominated the competition, and it eventually became enough so that the girl begun even doing drifts and aggressively taking the track, becoming the undefeated champion and perhaps being seen as a bit crazy, for her age and driving style. Which is precisely what led her to the next phase of life.

At age 12, Vappu was now tired of driving go-karts. Sure, she had her friends, sure she smoked the other racers, and sure she was showered with praise on the track, but… The sight of full-sized cars duking it out on the screen had always caught her interest, even as she raced small-time. They were going much faster, cornering much quicker-- and this still spoke to the high-octane soul of the little Finn, with their screaming engines and squealing rubber in stark contrast to the seemingly puny sputters from those gas-powered karts. One morning, before the sun had risen, she stole her father’s keys and stole the family VW Golf, fueled by adrenaline and desire to finally be in control of something greater. What was surprising was that even at this young age, she was a natural at it. She tackled the ice-coated roads with bravery unseen and a sense of control almost unfathomable-- like a rally driver, but somehow even better.

Once she had returned however, her father had already awoken, and was waiting at the front door of the home for Vappu to pull in. When she did, she felt her heart drop-- as her father stood there with his casually stern expression whilst smoking his cigarette. She expected a thorough scolding and perhaps some discipline, but was shocked to find that the man simply just told her not to take his car without his permission, before telling her to meet him in the dining room. But there, he told her something she found incredible. The man stated that back in his younger years, he actually was a Japanese Street Racer, and he had moved to Japan after hearing of the underground racing scene there. He used the family’s Golf-- now battered and bruised, to accomplish many victories, before moving back to Finland after the hype had died down. Now that the Finnish girl had stolen his car, he had concluded that she was ready for some more hands-on training, and despite him being shocked at her frankly unnatural skill already, he would show her how to become a true racer.

This revelation plus her recent discovery of Initial D however, left her heart pumping-- and as a result, she’d even take Japanese as a class in school, and ask her father for lessons whenever she wasn’t training with him.

Eventually, after three years passed, Vappu was now the best street racer ever seen by mortal flesh, at least to her father. Never in his years did he see such talent, and he wouldn’t let it go to waste. As such, despite her being 15, the Finn’s father would forge her identification with forged age information on it, in hopes that she could enter the worldwide rally racing scene as the driver for the Finnish team. Despite her still young appearance, the girl was all too happy to take up the offer, and upon her demonstrating her skills handling a vehicle, they immediately put Vappu in place of their previous driver, with nearly no hesitation.

With this, the girl raced for several seasons, garnering worldwide automotive fame and being known as the only female rally driver in the modern racing scene, also often revered for being absolutely fearless and brutal in her approach to the sport-- winning literally every time she showed up to the dirt-laced track and earning boatloads of cash while she was at it-- her father moving back to Japan with the funds along with the immediate family to re set-up there and meet old friends of theirs. Everything was looking to be fine, and it seemed as if she was becoming something of a local hero as well among all the hashiriya inhabiting the mountain valleys, in which in her downtime she’d participate in their mountain races with the family’s old Golf, even leading her own infamous and undefeated team down the touge.

...But, what if it wasn’t?

At this point, Vappu had almost left high school, and was still formally her usual self, still garnering adoring fans, prize money, and enjoyment out of her storied career which always ended up with her winning, and leading retired racing legends to regard her as the next great racing legend, on par with figures like themselves. She met with huge influential figures, and was also quite well-revered in the street scene as well, though she could have never anticipated what was coming next. She was driving as usual in a race, passionately squeezing every last drop of potential out of her mechanical steed, cutting corners and leading the pack by quite a bit as usual, though she didn’t let loose for even a moment. Still getting airtime at every bump, and still having to drift around most corners, this was typical Vappu, and she loved the hell out of it. But suddenly, as she made one of her trademark jumps, something felt wrong to her. She knew this car inside and out-- it was almost as much of an extension of her as her golf, yet something was terribly, terribly wrong. As the car landed, she realized why.

Snap.

The car buckled beneath her, as the front axles were wrenched in two, leading the car to spin hopelessly out of control. Despite all her best efforts, even all her driving prowess couldn’t save her. The Finn could only sit there as the car careened off a cliff, the kinetic energy of the collision with the guardrail enough to send it flipping off. As it landed, the car then tumbled down the limited mountainside, jumping occasionally with bodywork and parts flying off left and right, with Vappu inside, being thrashed around like a doll, smashing various body parts several times against some hardpoints despite the intensive harnesses which strapped her in, one particular jump causing her to be knocked out cold, as the wreck of this world champion’s car came to a stop. The peaceful snow fell around her and the now open-roofed vehicle, as everyone watched in awe. Though she was recovered and brought to the hospital, the automotive world flipped upside down upon hearing this revelation.

But as she was in the hospitals, the doctors deduced that little young Vappu had developed a coma, in addition to a fairly bad concussion and several broken bones, although she was in a completely stable state, quite lucky for what she had experienced, although her family, racing friends, and fans were all simmering with rage and filled with sadness. None of this stopped the media from pouncing on this, as extensive research showed that the car given to Vappu was faulty-- and someone had intentionally switched out the front axle with a weaker one than the rally standard, thus leading directly to the girl’s disaster, and when attempting to find information on who did it, they came across her identity-- finally realizing after all this time that the age listed when she had first applied would have been impossible, thus creating yet another scandal that everybody in the racing world went crazy over. She would be promptly removed from the team, but not before the mastermind was unmasked and ‘dealt with’.

Fortunately, the coma didn’t last all that long, and young Vappu awoke after all this had gone down, confused and bitter at what had transpired in her absence, though all that mattered to her family, hashirya pals, and fans, was that she was alright, and would (probably) live on.

...But in this turbulent period of life, something peculiar occured. She was out one day in the family garage, working on one of the many cars which visited the place for repairs and tuning, when the mail had arrived before her. With her parents currently watching a movie in the living room together, their daughter went to check it, and mysteriously enough, it was directed towards… Her. Hailing her as ‘The Ultimate Driver’, the letter was from the international Hikami Academy, where only the true best in their fields could even hope to attend. They guaranteed her success once she got out-- even offering her a spot back on the Finnish racing team with huge subsidies to boot.

How could she have refused, anyhow?

Likes: Carefree people, Driving, Racing, Drifting, Adrenaline, Motor vehicles of any sort, Challenges, Car-related media, Eurobeat (obviously), Going places, Any form of physical/bodily affection

Dislikes: Standing still, Having nothing to do, Pessimists, Hot climates, Bureaucracy, Bullies

Greatest Fear: Becoming paralytic and being unable to drive again

Theme Song: Vappu's Crazy little love

Notes:

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I just came back from watching a movie and I come across this. This is actually amazing. Keep in mind, Regria that while Ann Baron is allowed to have the airsoft rifle. She cannot have any pellets on her, nor will any appear in the school at all. Aside from that, both are ACCEPTED!

Counting up the number of male and female students. Currently, there needs to be one more female student required. The ratio has to be kept at 8/8, so anyone willingly to have an app of a female student, however any apps after that must be male.

[Saldinado]

If anyone doesn't mind, I wouldn't mind creating a new app for a female. Just give me by the end of the day, and I'll have one up.

[Amuaplye]

I'll have another Russian up, so Vadim doesn't have to rely on Vera for translation purposes.

[Lunas Legion]

Sone is probably going to end up serving as translator for Rimu, but considering Sone's English is... Meh at best and Rimu's Japanese is even worse, well.

Translation errors here we come?

[ThePhantomThieves]

I'll have another Russian up, so Vadim doesn't have to rely on Vera for translation purposes.

Or, so there won't be two-and-a-half Russian characters, you could create the Ultimate Linguist?

[Amuaplye]

Name: Aleksandr Torenov
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Around 5'9, 140 lbs. Has blond hair, blue eyes, and wears a plaid jacket and skinny jeans. Has a scar on his forehead from flying debris after a plane crash.
Ultimate Talent: Ultimate Fisherman
Biography: He was born on August 27, 2000 in Moscow. He had a relatively normal upbringing, until he got into fishing around 5.
He used to read lots and lots of books on the subject, and by 8, was already attending fishing competitions in Russia, mostly in St. Petersburg (Which is where they lived for a while.)

At 12, he attended his first international competition, in Hamburg, Germany. While he was overwhelmed by the fact that most of the people there were older, he came out on top, coming in 2nd.

Then, on July 22, 2014, he was planning on attending a tournament in Paris, France. He decided to board Aeroflot Flight 2640, from Moscow to Paris. He sat in Seat 7F (Which happened to be 1 row ahead of Vadim.).

The plane suffered a failure to one of the engines, and when turning around to land at Moscow, the plane descended too low, causing the wings to detach due to it hitting the trees, and for the plane to crash into a hill.

His seatbelt failed, and even though his section of the plane went tumbling down the hill (Before Vadim's seat.), he managed to hold on to his seat, and come out relatively unharmed.

He escaped, and was one of the 15 survivors of the accident. He then spent a few weeks in the hospital to recover from the broken bones sustained in the fall, and also the large gash on his forehead from when he was hit with debris. He now swears to either go by car or boat in a tournament, unless he has to take a plane.
Likes: Fishing, fish, and extroverts
Dislikes: Planes, depressing things, introverts.
Worst Fear: Planes.
Theme Song: (Optional, I'm sure some of you have good tunes.)
Notes: (Optional)
RP Examples: Not needed.

[Saldinado]

Um, I think that we need one more female, than a male.

[Amuaplye]

Um, I think that we need one more female, than a male.

You said you were going to make a female app.

[Main Nation Ministry]

Name: Aleksandr Torenov
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Around 5'9, 140 lbs. Has blond hair, blue eyes, and wears a plaid jacket and skinny jeans. Has a scar on his forehead from flying debris after a plane crash.
Ultimate Talent: Ultimate Fisherman
Biography: He was born on August 27, 2000 in Moscow. He had a relatively normal upbringing, until he got into fishing around 5.
He used to read lots and lots of books on the subject, and by 8, was already attending fishing competitions in Russia, mostly in St. Petersburg (Which is where they lived for a while.)

At 12, he attended his first international competition, in Hamburg, Germany. While he was overwhelmed by the fact that most of the people there were older, he came out on top, coming in 2nd.

Then, on July 22, 2014, he was planning on attending a tournament in Paris, France. He decided to board Aeroflot Flight 2060, from Moscow to Paris. He sat in Seat 7F (Which happened to be 1 row ahead of Vadim.).

The plane suffered a failure to one of the engines, and when turning around to land at Moscow, the plane descended too low, causing the wings to detach due to it hitting the trees, and for the plane to crash into a hill.

His seatbelt failed, and even though his section of the plane went tumbling down the hill (Before Vadim's seat.), he managed to hold on to his seat, and come out relatively unharmed.

He escaped, and was one of the 15 survivors of the accident. He then spent a few weeks in the hospital to recover from the broken bones sustained in the fall, and also the large gash on his forehead from when he was hit with debris. He now swears to either go by car or boat in a tournament, unless he has to take a plane.
Likes: Fishing, fish, and extroverts
Dislikes: Planes, depressing things, introverts.
Worst Fear: Planes.
Theme Song: (Optional, I'm sure some of you have good tunes.)
Notes: (Optional)
RP Examples: Not needed.

I noticed a similar thing with Vadim's app and this one. Just to confirm, were Aleksandr and Vadim on separate flights when they crashed? Aeroflot Flight 2060 sounds very similar to Aeroflot Flight 2640. Just wondering, before I can accept it.

[Amuaplye]

Name: Aleksandr Torenov
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Around 5'9, 140 lbs. Has blond hair, blue eyes, and wears a plaid jacket and skinny jeans. Has a scar on his forehead from flying debris after a plane crash.
Ultimate Talent: Ultimate Fisherman
Biography: He was born on August 27, 2000 in Moscow. He had a relatively normal upbringing, until he got into fishing around 5.
He used to read lots and lots of books on the subject, and by 8, was already attending fishing competitions in Russia, mostly in St. Petersburg (Which is where they lived for a while.)

At 12, he attended his first international competition, in Hamburg, Germany. While he was overwhelmed by the fact that most of the people there were older, he came out on top, coming in 2nd.

Then, on July 22, 2014, he was planning on attending a tournament in Paris, France. He decided to board Aeroflot Flight 2060, from Moscow to Paris. He sat in Seat 7F (Which happened to be 1 row ahead of Vadim.).

The plane suffered a failure to one of the engines, and when turning around to land at Moscow, the plane descended too low, causing the wings to detach due to it hitting the trees, and for the plane to crash into a hill.

His seatbelt failed, and even though his section of the plane went tumbling down the hill (Before Vadim's seat.), he managed to hold on to his seat, and come out relatively unharmed.

He escaped, and was one of the 15 survivors of the accident. He then spent a few weeks in the hospital to recover from the broken bones sustained in the fall, and also the large gash on his forehead from when he was hit with debris. He now swears to either go by car or boat in a tournament, unless he has to take a plane.
Likes: Fishing, fish, and extroverts
Dislikes: Planes, depressing things, introverts.
Worst Fear: Planes.
Theme Song: (Optional, I'm sure some of you have good tunes.)
Notes: (Optional)
RP Examples: Not needed.

I noticed a similar thing with Vadim's app and this one. Just to confirm, were Aleksandr and Vadim on separate flights when they crashed? Aeroflot Flight 2060 sounds very similar to Aeroflot Flight 2640. Just wondering, before I can accept it.

I meant 2640.

[Main Nation Ministry]

I noticed a similar thing with Vadim's app and this one. Just to confirm, were Aleksandr and Vadim on separate flights when they crashed? Aeroflot Flight 2060 sounds very similar to Aeroflot Flight 2640. Just wondering, before I can accept it.

I meant 2640.

Go ahead and edit your app, if you need to, if you want to fix any mistakes before I check it. When you edited any mistakes out, make sure you tell me so I can check it.

[Amuaplye]

I meant 2640.

Go ahead and edit your app, if you need to, if you want to fix any mistakes before I check it. When you edited any mistakes out, make sure you tell me so I can check it.

Done.