killing fever | opaquii & molotov

[molotov]

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sixteen exceptional high school students have been invited to attend a one of
a kind event; camp hope's peak, which provides campers with the opportunity
to make memories with new friends, all the while appreciating the beauty of
nature. however, once campers arrive at the campsite, they’re faced with the
terrifying reality lying before them. this is no ordinary summer camp, it’s a
killing game, hosted by the one and only monokuma!

this is a danganronpa one x one between molotov and opaquii, please refrain
from posting unless you are one of us, thank you.

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[molotov]

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map created by opaquii
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the motive: to be determined
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( cabin 01 ) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ( cabin 02 )
1. junichiro (ultimate tattoo artist) xxxxxxxxx 1. renho (ultimate medium)
2. mitsuru (ultimate model) xxxxxxxxx 2. akari (ultimate ultimate baker)
3. ichiro (ultimate poet) xxxxxxxxx 3. yui (ultimate carpenter)
4. tsubaki (ultimate interrogator) xxxxxxxxx 4. benjiro (ultimate hunter)

( cabin 03 ) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ( cabin 04 )
1. shin (ultimate track-star) xxxxxxxxx 1. aiko (ultimate matchmaker)
2. oda (ultimate geologist) xxxxxxxxx 2. rika (ultimate teacher)
3. yoshi (ultimate journalist) xxxxxxxxx 3. enmei (ultimate scuba diver)
4. mikito (ultimate doll maker) xxxxxxxxx 4. mei (ultimate animal behaviorist)

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[opaquii]

junichiro "ichi" ito | 20 y/o | male | 5'4 | ultimate tattoo artist

╰┈➤ ❝ [ I thought you'd stand up for me... isn't that what best friends do? ] ❞


junichiro has grey hair with an undercut, as well as a longer strand on the
right and light grey streaks in the middle. he has many piercings and a snake tattoo
that wraps around his collarbone and the back of his neck.

junichiro had always been a quiet kid. having lost his closest
childhood friend by betrayal, he pushes away any chance of
a new friendship, which is why his talent slowly turned into
his ultimate. he enjoys tattooing, creating beautiful pieces
makes him happy, as well as the lack of conversation in the
sessions as he works. he ended up being scouted at the end
of his first year of college, and eagerly accepted the title,
feeling that he was finally worth something.

even though he acts like it's no big deal, his high school
memories left deep scars inside of him. he misses his best
friend, but most days resents him as well for leaving him
behind. junichiro wonders how he'd react if he saw him
again, would they fight or make up? would they go back
to how they were? or would he realize that his feelings
for his best friend is a lot more than just that, a friend.
those thoughts scare him, how could he love a betrayer?

○ some people call him ichi, but it makes him
uncomfortable because of the history behind it.

○ he enjoys photography, and carries a canon camera
in his bag.

○ his family life wasn't the best, parents and siblings
bullied him just like the people in high school so he
has no contact with them.

○ along with the tattoo, he actually has a pet ball
python at home, named adzuki "red bean".

○ he has trouble sleeping because of the heavy
insomnia, so he usually just pulls the cover over
his head.

[opaquii]

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𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
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𝐎𝐝𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚 | 23 y/o | male | ultimate geologist
witty and quick to react, oda is a reliable friend,
but maybe not reliable enough in a killing game.
[ brown hair and brown eyes ]

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨 | 18 y/o | female | ultimate baker
sweet and friendly, akari deeply cares for everyone,
hopefully she goes through the game with the same mindset.
[ purple to blue hair and black eyes ]

𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐀𝐛𝐞 | 19 y/o | female | ultimate teacher
strict and stern, rika is a born leader, but being strong
enough to lead the group is still a question.
[ black hair and blue eyes ]

𝐘𝐮𝐢 𝐎𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 | 20 y/o | female | ultimate carpenter
quiet and slightly rude, yui keeps to herself and doesn't trust
anyone, which adds to the tension of the group being divided.
[ brown hair and green eyes ]

𝐘𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚 | 20 y/o | male | ultimate journalist
chatty and sharp-eyed, yoshi sticks his nose everywhere,
but it can turn out to be quite useful for information.
[ black to blue hair and black eyes ]

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐮𝐫𝐚 | 21 y/o | male | ultimate poet
romantic and sappy, ichiro loves to make friends and more,
he would be easy to manipulate in the killing game.
[ red hair and brown eyes ]

𝐄𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐤𝐨 | 21 y/o | male | ultimate scuba diver
easily excitable and curious, enmei spends a lot of time in nature,
but his lack of social skills makes him very naive.
[ blond hair and green eyes ]

[molotov]

name. mitsuru hamamoto. title. ultimate model. gender. male. age.
21 years old. build. lean. height. 5’9. hair. dirty blonde. eyes. ice blue
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mitsuru has a regal air about him, poised and always prepared to be in
the spotlight, while some find him vain and pretentious, others would
argue he’s quite charming and has an airy and relaxed demeanor that
makes him easy to be around. he is something of a social introvert,
while he prefers to be alone he tends to push himself to hang around
others any chance he can to keep himself positively received, going out
of his way to befriend even the quietest of people. notwithstanding his
proud disposition, mitsuru is surprisingly perceptive of emotion, more
than he would care to let on, and is quite skilled in getting a good read
on others by first impressions alone. analyzing everything from the way
they dress to the way they hold themselves to assess what kind of
person they are. growing up with incredibly controlling parents, every
aspect of mitsuru‘s life was managed by them from an early age; his
diet, appearance, academics, future. by chance did his modeling career
skyrocket, and soon there after became his ultimate talent, and with it
his parents began to rely solely on his fame to keep themselves afloat
financially, he had no choice but to embrace the career plotted out for
him, ditching the single friend he had ever made to push his modeling
in the process. reputation is everything in mitsuru‘s mind, and the way
he is perceived matters above anything else. every little flaw and
insecurity is up for inspection, and there’s no room for error when
you’re meant to be the epitome of perfection, due to this, mitsuru
carry’s far more insecurities than he lets on, and is easily distraught if
he’s seen as unsightly or ugly in any context. mitsuru’s success soon had
his face on every fashion billboard and magazine, developing his own
perfume and skincare business at the age of 18. in truth, it’s quite
lonely at the top, he doesn’t enjoy his talent in the slightest, and he
harbors deep-seeded regret for abandoning the only person who ever
gave him a chance, but struggles to voice his true feelings out of
resentment.
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• has a great appreciation for art, loves to draw in his spare time (even though he isn’t very good.)• takes like 2 hours to get ready every morning.
• absolutely terrible vision, can’t see a thing without contacts or glasses, much as he prefers the latter, he never wears his glasses around others ever since
he got into modeling. according to his parents they’re quite ugly on him.
• was a big crybaby when he was younger, meek and easily frightened, the only reason he avoided bullying was because he had a friend that took the brunt
of the blows.
• quite fond of psychology, and probably would’ve taken up a career path in the aforementioned study if he had the freedom.
• when it comes to conflict, he prefers to use his “kill them with kindness” method, playing innocent and painting those who oppose him in a negative light.
albeit with the occasional insults sprinkled in behind that pleasant facade. • was a bit of a chubby kid, but lost the baby weight before high-school, highly
embarrassed by old pictures of himself, avoids talking about the past at all costs.

[molotov]

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『 ►tsubaki katagiri / ultimate interrogator / female / 23 years old 』
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personality
befitting for the ultimate interrogator, tsubaki is someone who is
constantly in search for the truth, and while her methods tend to be a
little unorthodox and violent, her intent is in some ways well meaning
- or at least in her mind it is. tsubaki tends to make the people around
her feel like they’re under close observation and doesn’t hesitate to let
others know that they do not meet her standards. she’s not afraid to get
close and confrontational, and uses constant and vigorous questioning as
her tool to extract others energy and pull answers out of people. not
only does she feel the need to probe, needle and undermine, but she’s
incredibly sarcastic and uses infallible logic that is nearly impossible to
argue against. with a dragon-like temper to match, she is a formidable
foe but also a fiercely loyal ally to those who earn her respect.
appearance
lean build, stands at 5’9, pale complexion, stern red eyes, long straight
inky black hair. often wearing dark clothing; black uniform and trench
coat.

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『 ►benjiro higuchi / ultimate hunter / male / 24 years old 』
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personality
loud and proud, benjiro is an intimidating guy with a whole lot of heart,
though his initial appearance might state otherwise he is a fun-loving
man who’s reckless nature often sees him wandering into trouble with
the less-lenient. nevertheless he’s always there for a morale boost, and
is the type of guy who’s optimism is unyielding, if not a little aggressive.
he’s not exactly what you’d expect out of a hunter - not the brightest
either, though his skills are quite extraordinary when he wants to be, his
hunting prowess unparalleled. he takes pride in his strength, and
wholeheartedly believes he is strong enough to arm wrestle a bear and
win.
appearance
muscular build, tan skin, scar across the left side of his chin, long &
messy orange hair, often tied back in a ponytail, beard, intense blue
eyes, stands at about 6’2” sporting ripped up camo-pants and a grey
shirt, as well as a large blue jacket with a fur collar.

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『 ►mei sunada / ultimate animal behaviorist / female / 18 years old 』
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personality
upon introduction alone, it is quite clear that, mei is far more adept in
dealing with animals than she is humans, to an extent that she often
comes across as socially awkward in groups. while most would have an
easier time calming down a child throwing a temper tantrum, mei
would have a simpler time soothing a tiger or bear, reading their body
language and behavior like an open book. having grown up around
more animals than people she isn’t the best with understanding human
emotion and thus struggles to connect, to cope, she likes to associate
those around her as animals, more often than not referring to them as
such, rather than taking the time and energy to remember their true
names. though she claims it’s a term of endearment, it’s often quickly
misconstrued as an insult to those who end up earning a not-so-
flattering animal nickname. nevertheless, mei is well-meaning and
gentle by nature, her intellect and intuition are sharp as a blade when
she wants to be, and though quiet, she can get quite snappy around
anyone who is disrespectful towards animals.
appearance
small build, 5’1, olive complexion, big green eyes, large circular glasses,
dark brown hair tied back into two braids that lie at shoulders, green
overalls, lots of animal pins and clips. owns a friendly little cockatiel
named umi.

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『 ►mikito kimura / ultimate doll maker / male / 19 years old 』
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personality
though his talent is creepy enough to send most in the other direction,
there’s quite a few more reasons one would be wise to stay away from
mikito. sure, he might seem like a quiet and polite young man who’s
disposition is as glassy and emotionless as the dolls he creates. however,
you’ll be quick to find out he has a temper is intense enough to scare
even the most intrepid of souls, such unexpected outbursts and violent
remarks often see him alone with his dolls. picky, grumpy and incredibly
observant, he’s a hard person to please, though those who earn his trust
will see him a life-long friend, he makes dolls for the people he
appreciates.
appearance
5’3, babyfaced, slender frame, sickly pale skin, soft, curly lavender hair
and eyes; prone to dark bags from lack of sleep. frilly victorian style
clothing, often carrying around a doll.

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『 ►aiko suzuki / ultimate matchmaker / female / 20 years old 』
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personality
aiko is a girl with a cheery disposition, and a love for bringing people
together. with a keen eye for matching the perfect couples, one would be
surprised to learn that she herself has yet to date anyone. a hopeless
romantic at heart, she hopes to one day earn a fairytale ending of her
own, as such, she tends to fall in love very easily. exuberant and outgoing,
the smallest spark of positivity makes her burst with excitement. she is
a peacekeeper amongst her friend groups, tending to push people to get
along whether they want to or not.
appearance
petite build, 5’4, fair skin, bouncy pink hair, kind brown eyes, tidy clothing.


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『 ►shin furuta / ultimate track-star / male / 23 years old 』
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personality
a competitive spirit by nature, shin isn’t the friendliest of guys when
it comes to his desire to win, he’ll do whatever it takes to get to the
top, and push down anyone who gets in his way, sometimes literally.
indeed, he isn’t the easiest guy to get along with, confrontational
and quick to start fights just for the sake of it. he has an easier time
making enemies than he does friends, and tends to distance himself
from the rest of the group if he isn’t picking on the quieter campers.
appearance
lean build, 5’10, tan complexion, sporty clothing, dusty brown hair,
smug expression, narrow amber eyes.

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『 ►renho nishiwaki / ultimate medium / female / 24 years old 』
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personality
shrouded in an air of mystery, renho has a tendency to be found
in the oddest of places at the most peculiar of times, talking or
humming to herself and staring at things that aren’t there. renho
claims to have the ability to see dead people, and appears to take
enjoyment out of creeping people out. while she has yet to prove
this talent of hers to be true, it’s hard to deny she tends to know
secrets about people they haven’t disclosed to her, be it a dead
relative or a secret past, she always seems to know more than she
lets on and takes a strange enjoyment out of teasing people over it.
appearance
white, long wispy hair, 5’10, average build, downturned grey eyes,
dark gothic clothing, lazy smile.

[molotov]

xxx「 ✧ 」 ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ 「 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐔 !! 」

mitsuru had grown all too accustomed to waking to the hustle and bustle of morning traffic outside his window, it came with the territory of traveling from city to city. what he wasn’t use to was the quietness of nature, nothing but the sound of distant bird song, it was peaceful, albeit a little odd. the model shifted in his bed, still half-asleep, he let out a soft snore as he turned over on his side, nose wrinkling at the discomfort of the stiff mattress underneath him. he shifted again, rolling over once more, though to his surprise he seemed to have run out of bed in the process, as gravity sought him falling. with a startled yelp he dropped to the ground below with a loud thud, surprised by the sheer plummet of what he assumed to be a normal bed.

wincing, mitsuru forced himself to sit up, eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar room with a flustered look plastered across his face. brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes he stared up at the apparent bunk-bed he had just fallen out of pointedly, than at the living space as a whole; it was a fairly small room, harboring a desk, dresser and small sitting area which took up the majority of the area. wakeful rays of morning sunlight seeped from the single window in the room, illuminating the wooden floorboards and furniture in warm hues. arguably a cozy sight, however, it wasn’t exactly what he was use to in terms of quality, though it did explain why he found the bed so uncomfortable. he shut his eyes a moment as he tried to relax himself, he could hardly recollect where he was, much less how he’d gotten here, his mind was so cloudy it was impossible to retrace his steps. he glanced down at his attire, adjusting the crooked peacock pin on his suit a moment, before he proceeded to fix his hair. it was apparent to him that he still had his contacts in as well, so he’d certainly not fallen asleep here by choice, it wasn’t a reassuring thought by any means, and he found a pang of dread hitting his stomach as he continued to try and force himself to remember, something, anything, but found nothing came about it.

letting out a sharp sigh of annoyance, mitsuru took a second more to settle his nerves into composure before he lifted himself to his feet, he took a moment to properly steady his footing before he swiveled back towards the bed, eyes settling on the lower bunk he went rigid when he noticed he wasn’t alone, it took a moment to process who he was staring at, hardly recognizing him at first though the vague familiarity soon turned to remembrance, than finally realization, putting a name to the face, the name of a person he thought he’d never see again. mitsuru took a shaky step back as he scarcely dared to believe who was lying in the other bed before him “ichi..?”

[opaquii]

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It was dark at first, so dark that Junichiro assumed he was in a dreamless state before he actually felt the scratchy duvet over his head. He had always slept like this, preferring to hide from everything. Shifting in his spot, he slowly pulled it off of him as he blinked sleepily. It took him a moment to actually register where he was, realizing he couldn't recognize the dark wooden walls. Weren't his grey? Junichiro started to get anxious, letting his eyes wander around the room before jolting at the yelp he heard, there was someone else in the room.

The need to hide under the duvet again was strong, but he held his ground out of sheer curiosity. So instead, he slowly curled it around himself and sat up to see what was going on. "W-Who are you?" His voice was soft and meek, confusion painted on his face until it turned cold at the use of that damn nickname. Thankfully the sun seeped into the room, letting Junichiro scan the person's face before he pinned a name on him. It had been years since he last saw him, Mitsuru.

"Hamamoto." He greeted him emotionlessly, incredibly tense under his blanket. Junichiro pushed away his resentment for a moment, where exactly were they? As much as he tried to wade through his memories, he couldn't pull out anything useful. He let out a small sigh, letting the duvet drop as he scooted to the edge of the bed to get out and look around. That was when he noticed the bunk bed on the other side of the wall, and another person peeking out from under the blanket. "O-Oh, hello?" Junichiro grimaced on the inside at the unsteadiness of his voice, he needed to get a grip.

The person finally revealed their face with a grin, "Hi! I'm Miura Ichiro! And you two are?" he got out from bed, patting down his clothes before offering him a hand. Junichiro stared down at it, seemingly confused on what to do, but he was just unnerved by how carefree Ichiro seemed to be. "I'm Ito Junichiro, this is- uhm..." his voice died down, leaving an awkward silence for Mitsuru to fill as he avoided his blue eyes.

[molotov]

xxx「 ✧ 」 ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ 「 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐔 !! 」

it had been years since he had seen his ex-friend, briefly, wishfully, a feeling of excitement passed through him as his friend seemed to recognize him - that moment promptly died with the bland greeting he got in return. mitsuru’s expression cooled almost instantly, icy blue eyes narrowing as he stared down his old friend with a scowl. all this time apart, and that’s the kind of greeting he could muster? a simple deadpan, as if he meant nothing? his jaw tightened, turning away with a huff. fine, like he cared if junichiro chose to hold a grudge after all this time, the least he could do was pretend to be cordial. as if things couldn’t get any stranger, no recollection of how he had ended up here and junichiro was his bunk mate? turning away from the other, he let his attention shift to the room, eyes fixing the second pair of bunks on the other side.

as the newcomer introduced himself, he let out a small chuckle as he watched junichiro’s reaction. “still shy as ever i see.” he commented with a note of contempt, flashing his former friend a pleasant smile to mask his anger. some people never changed, he supposed. granted, it could’ve very well been a product of circumstance above anything else, internally he was just as uncertain and on edge, moreover, the newcomer was oddly chipper given - as far as he knew - they had no clue how they had gotten here, though mitsuru didn’t let that dissuade him, nor junichiro’s presence stop him from keeping his composure. it was for the best he ignore his old friend as much as possible. “hamamoto mitsuru.” he introduced proudly, voice calm and confident, he forced a small smile to settle across his lips, gently nudging his old friend aside to shake ichiro’s hand in junichiro’s place. “it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” he dipped his head in greeting. no harm in sticking to formalities, maintaining reputation was a notion that seldom left his mind, even now.

releasing now, he pulled away, casually wiping his hand off on his suit before he continued. “i’m embarrassed to admit, i can’t quite remember how i got here.” he added, hoping to get an answer of some kind. that’s when the forth person revealed themselves. “what, did you give yourself amnesia when you tumbled out of your own bunk?” came a sharp retort from the other side of the room. surprised, mitsuru glanced over at the source of the rude comment, spotting a woman with inky black hair, which draped across her fair complexion, her expression intense as she glared daggers at them from the top bunk on the other side of the room. “one of you better have a good explanation as to why i woke up in a room with you three, what’s going on here?” she demanded, hopping down from the top bunk with ease. the dark haired woman turned her glare to junichiro and ichiro now as she approached, eyeing them up and down a moment. “how about you two, got a better answer?”
mitsuru continued to stay silent, far too focused on trying to fight the blush that threatened to rise to his cheeks out of embarrassment, the notion that everyone had seen, or at least heard his tumble wasn’t a first impression he wanted to stick, regardless of what his predicament was, suffice to say he wasn’t really in the mood to argue with someone who was seemingly frustrated at his lack of answers, despite not having any herself - she didn’t seem like the type he wanted to cross if she had woken up this confrontational.

[opaquii]

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Junichiro tensed at his comment, choosing to look away. As if Mitsuru had the right to comment on his personality, considering he himself was a complete fake. It's not his fault he didn't want to greet his old friend happily, the grudge was too strong, and it grew stronger knowing Mitsuru didn't seem to care at all. His frown deepened even more as he was nudged away, having half a mind to just push him back. But he wouldn't, Junichiro wouldn't stoop to his level- at least that's what he told himself.

The handshake made Ichiro grin, letting out a tiny chuckle as he watched him bow, "oh how cute, guys like you are so interesting." He chirped, completely missing how Mitsuru wiped his own hand. Ichiro glanced at Junichiro for a moment, noting his silence before he turned his attention to the fourth person in the room and laughed at her comment. "That was quite a fall wasn't it." For some reason Junichiro had the sudden urge to retort and tell him to be quiet. It was a weird feeling, which made him widen his eyes slightly in surprise, why would he care about what the others thought of Mitsuru? Must have been muscle memory.

"I-I don't think any of us know..." Junichiro answered quietly once the woman glared at him, completely avoiding her eyes and instead studying the wooden floorboards beneath his feet. He had started to play with the edge of his shirt too, an anxious habit he developed years ago. "I agree, I don't remember anything either..." For once Ichiro's lazy smile disappeared, and his eyes hopped by each person in thought, "Maybe we should go outside?" He offered, moving to stand next to the window and peek out. He squinted slightly, the light being too bright for him to see much, "outside it is."

Junichiro took a deep breath, working up the courage to face the woman and give her a small smile, although it looked more crooked with fear. "What's your name? I'm Ito Junichiro... in case you uhm, didn't hear." He chose not to offer a handshake, instead bowing slightly as a greeting. For now he'd try to ignore Mitsuru, it would be for the best.