Welcome to Deadman

Welcome to Project Deadman! This is an AU dedicated to the idea of allowing both original characters and canon characters from other series (movies, comics, other anime, etc.) and putting them in the blood sport that is Deadman Wonderland. Like other AUs, the intent is to take characters from different times, places, and worlds to see how they interact and function in such a harsh environment. There is one little twist. In this world all characters will be stripped of any superhuman powers, except those of a Deadman, an Undertaker, or a Forgery. The thing that makes us different from other AUs is that we intend to organize matches and other events that are canon to the Deadman Wonderland world. The cast point system will be in place, but it is not necessary for survival. It is there so you can buy stuff to make your character’s life for comfortable. (So keep track of your cast points!) Also, candy is not necessary. However, if you choose to include it in your story line (like a big dramatic thing about running out of candy), then it’s entirely alright. Deadman fights will be announced here on the main page every other Monday, and fights will actually begin on that following Friday. All for your personal amusement.

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General Population Application

Blog Url: http://purehearted-trainhopper.tumblr.com/

Name: Rachel Densa

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Description of physical appearance: (add picture if possible) A bit on the shorter side, blond hair, honeysuckle eyes, a slim but not skinny body structure overall.

Personality: What defines Rachel the best is her heart. She is overall kind, courageous, and intelligent. She seems a bit cold at first, as she rarely speaks unless spoken to and always sits by herself in a restaurant or any other public environment. In reality though, it'd be rare to find someone that's more willing to help out people she doesn't even know, and a loyal friend to match. She's not used to interacting with people outside of work though, so most consider her to be rather shy. 

Reason for imprisonment: Attempting to spread information about the horrors behind Deadman Wonderland after Hacking into their database  

Skills/Talents: She works as a hacker to get and sell information, so  she's quite handy with computer coding and mechanics. She's pretty resourceful in working with what she has.  Rachel's also surprisingly athletic, especially when  comes to climbing, and uses it well with her quick thinking and sharp sense of danger.

History: Rachel was born in a small town near the outskirts of New York City to a young married couple. Her father was a train engineer, so she quickly developed a passion for the mode of transportation, always taking a ride on it whenever she could. Everything seemed to be going well for the next five years, until her father was sued unjustly for a train accident he had no part in, and their family was put into heavy debt.  Things just went downhill from there. Her father started drinking, her mother filed for divorce, and the young Rachel was eventually left alone to live with her unstable father, choosing to do so because she believed that she could "make him feel better". Her only reward for this was to suffer abuse in the form of drunken rages from her father, who now hardly ever left the house, or even his desk. Her injuries never got worse cuts from thrown or broken bottles and bruises, but it was more than enough to cause her to grow up rather quickly, and live a rather lonely childhood.She was unable to even finish school beyond third grade, too busy finding menial jobs to help her broken family gain any kind of income. In her teenage years, she ended up moving out of her father's home to find work in New York city, sending money back home to her still jobless father when she could. The only jobs that she could ever seem to find, however, were minimal wage ones that could hardly provide for a single person unless she worked two of them at once, let alone provide for her father back home. She had to resort to other, less legal means for cash. She taught herself computer coding, and began to hack networks and personal computers for information that others would pay for, as well as go out onto the street herself if the situation required(Mostly in the beginning when she was still learning her trade). One day, a report came to her to ask her to find information form the infamous deadman wonderland after heading of suspicious activities being conducted in the place.What she found was worse than she could have ever imagined, and unfortunately, the authorities were quick to track down who had been hacking into database. She was arrested, and sent to the nightmarish place without a trail with the death penalty. 

Any other things you would like to tell us about your character: (this is not a required, but if you would like to tell us something that you haven’t already about your character, then go ahead.) Due to the reason for her imprisonment, Rachel is a bit of magnet for aggression from the prison guards and other types of authority of the prison. 

Roleplay Sample: (Write a short drabble of a moment in your character’s first day in Deadman) The first thing she felt when she regained consciousness was the throbbing pain at the front of her head. She had been hit there, she remembered. It had seemed only a minute ago that she had heard the crashing at her front door, that she had been scrambling to throw CDs of programmed viruses into the microwave  in hopes of destroying evidence from the only people she had ever thought would be invading her home. If only she had been lucky enough to only have the cops at her door for hacking into personal computers. She could have perhaps gotten out of that situation, as her nimble fingers worked quickly to wipe the hard drive of her computer file to destroy anything they might have been able to use against her. Of course, they hadn't been looking for evidence. She figured that out when they hadn't so much asked her to put her hands against the wall before they grabbed her collar and started banging her head against the nearest table. She didn't remember much after that. She didn't think that there was much to remember anyways, nothing that could help her at least. It was one stupid act of goodwill that had gotten her into this, and she knew it. It hadn't been a day since she had attempted to contact the media with what she had uncovered, any idiot could have put the pieces of the puzzle together. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and she felt something around her neck. What was it? Some sort of collar? It was tight, she was actually having a bit of trouble breathing at the moment, but maybe that was just the stress of situation settling into her at the moment. Eyes fluttered open, and blurry vision made out an AK47 that was being held by what she guessed was the prison guard in a van that was taking her somewhere to probably be tortured and killed. She couldn't imagine this ending well for her in any sense, and very well knew that she was helpless to whatever fate the government saw fit for her. Needless to say, she was rather afraid at the moment, even if it was only expressed as the unseen trembling in her pale hands. She closed her eyes again, knowing this would probably be the greatest form, and possibly even the last, of peace and quiet she would have until she died. She only reopened them once she felt the truck stop, though not a second later a hard tug was given at her sleeve, making her emit a small gasp of surprise before hitting the ground below her.  It hurt, but she was in no position to complain. "Get up, bitch!" she heard hissed from above her. The young woman did her best to get to her feet, despite the severe disadvantage of her hands still being handcuffed behind her back. Seems as though she couldn't do so fast enough, as she received a sharp kick to her rib cage. She gave a short grunt, not having felt any kind of blow to her body in quite some time. All those years of being on the street, managing to never get shot or beaten despite being in some of the most dangerous places she could be, it looked as though her luck had finally run out. Any kind of street-smart knowledge she had obtained  wouldn't help her here.  A sharp tug on her collar and she was forced to her feet, a gun pressed to her back telling her to move forward. After forcing her wobbly limbs to move her forward, her next reaction was to try to find out where she was. She was sure her heart could have skipped a beat when she got her answer in the form of the sign in front of her: Deadman Wonderland. God no. Please no.  If this place was anything like she had thought it was, she was probably better off dead. It made its name fitting, in a way. She almost chuckled at the thought.  I really messed up this time, didn't I? I'm sorry Dad. 

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Update (Sorry about the slow start everyone )

(we need a hand full more people before this really picks up feel free to rp amongst yourself it's as good as open but the carnival corpse and other such games as well as the cas point cash out well not be up till the grad opneing wen we feel there are enough people to support it)

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Name: Meulin Leijon

Bird Name: Blue Jay

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Description of physical appearance: 

Personality: Pretends to be bubbly and cute; is actually rather dark and conflicted. She seems distant with a sassy mean streak.

Reason for imprisonment: Slaying an entire gang.

Branch of Sin / Any additional talents: Claws. Gymnast in school.

History: Meulin was born to a poor family; and when she was 3 years old her younger sister was born in to the family. The girls were apparently too much for their parents as they left them. They were left in an orphanage.

She started elementary school and met Kurloz; her personality was bubbly and kind. Opposites attract and he was magnetic to her. He didn’t judge her for having no parent’s or not being able to afford most things. She had often gone without food to let nepeta eat. Kurloz changed everything for her and it was something she couldn’t have even expected.

She started dating him and he made her even brighter; she felt herself shine just being around him. If she was asked to die for him; she was sure she would. It didn’t take long for him to learn the full extent of her issues; living week to week by what she earned; the possibility of being kicked out growing with each wavering paycheck. It was apparent when she got sick from not eating and still worked till she passed out. Kurloz had been on his way to meet her when she collapsed and when he got there she was in hospital.

She wasn’t sure how it was decided but when she woke up she was in a foreign and beautiful home. Nepeta was at her side and there was an array of food for her. This was the first day of many she lived with Kurloz. He took her in; he was her savior and her love for him only continued to grow. As wonderful as their relationship was he still had night terrors and his screams at one point got so loud he managed to burst her ear drums. She was rushed to hospital with him by her side; it was then they found out she had become pregnant with his child; he seemed as excited as she was.

It was a big secret; something they wanted to surprise on their younger siblings; who were also dating by this time; once they were sure it was safe. She had gone to a 3 month check-up leaving them home alone. She was gone for hours and half ran home; she saw the red and blue outside her home and her heart dropped. She didn’t know what to think and she tried to barge in. She wasn’t allowed in for some time however she was there in time for them to haul of kurloz’s little brother gamzee… for the murder of nepeta and kurloz.

She was submitted to the hospital again shortly after; having miscarried due to the stress of the events. Something more than just her child died that night. The hair she dyed brown to match the dark colors of kurloz was allowed to return to its natural blonde. She took to wearing his skeleton-hoodies a lot. She didn’t care for her own safety; believing if she’d been there she could have protected her little sister.

It was one such incident where she got exceptionally depressed and punched a wall till her knuckles bled. It was how she discovered her branch of sin. She took some time to look in to it; and found out that gamzee had been taken to deadman wonderland. She didn’t believe the shows; she believed they were real and a very real way of ending the pain. She decided to act on it and get herself put there. She had an idea that might work; yet she couldn’t bring herself to killing just anyone.

She decided on a small time gang who had been tormenting the neighborhood; and slaughtered them. She waited patiently to be taken and confessed straight away; not hiding her branch of sin at all. She wanted to learn to use it to better fight gamzee when she got the chance.

Any other things you would like to tell us about your character: She’s deaf; oddly she seems more at tune with vibrations; synthetic materials are harder than others to ‘feel’ through. ‘soft’ solids have the same effect.

Roleplay Sample:  

It was a cold morning but something warmed through her body; it wasn’t something she was used to anymore; it was new and foreign and reminded her of better time. The warmth was nowhere near the same though and still left her with the empty hole in her chest. She recalled the blow that had scraped her knuckles and the claws that were made in her anger; she closed her eyes but she couldn’t picture his face from that night; she always recalled him smiling and the times she saw him with nepeta. Her hands moved up from her side to wrap around her stomach. She felt sick she wanted to remember who he was now, not who he was then.

  Everything was set up; she was ready for what was about to go down. It would be the first time killing someone; the first time she planned to give in to the anger that ate her up inside. She approached the alley with a smile; an empty hollow but sweet smile. They’d just finished raiding the local shop and were sharing out the spoils.

  “Well hello there sweetheart;” a scraggy looking male said as she straightened up; his hair had a layer of grease on it; she felt her stomach knot in disgust and she swallowed visibly. “How can we help you baby?” even his tone made her want to hiss.

  “You can’t” she kept her tone as soft as the look she’d adopted. It didn’t take them long to curiously move towards her and she merely put her fist to the wall dragging it across; tit stung; of course it did but she didn’t even flinch as the skin tore across the bone. Red blood seeping from the fresh wounds but quickly molding and solidifying into claws; she only had the claws on her scraped right knuckles.

  She moved quickly and agilely grabbing the closest scumbag she could reach and digging the claw in to his flesh the blood spurted at first but died down in to a gurgle as the air rushed through the new hole she’d made and he fell dying to the ground clutching at his new airway. The rest seem to somehow decide it was a good idea to rush her with knives.

  Fuck them; fuck them all! Fucking Gamzee and Fuck these wannabes! She kept thinking repeatedly. Each time she thought of his name though she pictured his face; and kurloz’s; she was doing it for him… she had to keep thinking that. It wasn’t for her or for petty revenge but for Kurloz and nepeta! She barely realized what she was doing lost in her thoughts as she fought them; well fighting was not the correct words to describe what occurred; she massacred them.

  She stood in the alley opening; her hands drenched in their blood. Taking out her cell phone she slowly dialed the police. “hello there’s been a murder. Several murders” she hung up knowing they’d trace the call; so she sat down for a moment. Pulling the small leather bound book from her bag.

  The police didn’t take long to arrive and their faces portrayed the shock of what they saw; the one with which had been given a new way for air to leave his body was the luckiest one there; the rest had been ripped at like a wild animal had attacked them; and then there was the sweet looking girl; sat reading a book. Blood tipped her hair and accented the sweet smile she wore and had begun to lace the pages.

“What happened here?”

Without hesitation she turned clutching the book to her chest and still wearing her innocent smile and mask she spoke clearly.

“I killed them”

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Ganta Igarashi Application

Blog Url: maruta-igarashi.tumblr.com

Name: Ganta Igarashi

Bird Name: Woodpecker

Gender: Male

Age: 14

Description of physical appearance: 

(Image made by Deviantart user Juno Glare)

Ganta is slightly on the side of scrawny, with blue-ish grey eyes, and black messy hair with one lock usually standing upwards. He is usually seen wearing the typical khaki green prison overall. Sometimes only wearing the bottom half of the overall with a black tee. As well as the collar given to every prisoner of Deadman Wonderland. 

Personality: 

Naturally after being blamed for the death's of his friends, and the strange as well as sudden disappearance of his father. Igarashi was not only shell shocked by these events, but was also frightened and confused by the insanity and constant violence of DW. But like all other prisoners of this facility, he learned to cope in time after he adjusted to G-Ward and discovered his abilities. He has shown to be quite vengeful at times, especially in regards to the "Red Man." And he also seems to care a great deal for anyone that he considers a friend. Sometimes he gets shy around people he first meets, and sometimes is slow to trust people. Other than that he is quiet most times. 

Reason for imprisonment:

As most of you know, Ganta was charged with the murder of 23 other students. Of course he was given the death penalty and was sent here. However, this is only the "official" story. Unofficially, we believe that the Wretched Egg escaped the facility on the day of the murders and committed the crime. Leaving Ganta as the sole survivor and according to the subject, he "shot" a crystal into his chest that at the time of his trial was not visible. Why the Wretched Egg is interested in this boy is unknown but we do believe the crystal is the source of the boy's power. (On a side note the crystal is similar to those that were scattered across Japan shortly after the Red Hole.)

Branch of Sin / Any additional talents: 

As stated before, we believe the object in the subject's chest is the source of his power. His Branch of Sin allows him to shoot blood out his hand as if they were bullets. The subject's Branch of Sin presumably for this reason has dubbed it, "The Ganta Gun." However, there have been times where a strange mark appears on the subject's body before using a much more powerful blast. This much more powerful BoS has been dubbed "The Gunbare Gun." However, there have been times where the subject has shown signs of pain when using his abilities. Likely side affect of the nameless worm. There have been times where the subject called his moves something else. He once referred to his ability as a "Zuppashi Blast" which we think is the name of a move the main character had from the Ace Man cartoon that the subject saw in his early childhood.  

The subject appears to have a close bond with Crow. Who seems to have taken a liking to the boy after their first fight. Ganta has regurlarly visited Crow in his free time to practice fighting. Over time he has improved, but Ganta isn't a capable fighter up close. Sometimes it seems like he wins his fights just on his whits alone. Some might call it luck, or skill, regardless he remains undefeated in the Carnival Corpse at this time. 

History:

Ganta Igarashi is the son of Sorae Igarashi, a scientist and colleague to original DW Director Hagire Rinichirou. The two allegedly created the Wretched Egg, or "The Red Man" as Ganta calls him. During the early research on the Wretched Egg, Ganta was close friends with the Wretched Egg subject. Sorae died in the Red Hole earthquake ten years ago, and Ganta was raised mostly by his father. However, he was not in Tokyo at the time of the earthquake.  Before Ganta arrived at this facility, he was living a normal life attending 4th State Middle School of Nagano. Other than that there's hardly anything interesting to say about the boy. Besides the fact that for whatever reason the Wretched Egg has a particular interest in him. 

Roleplay Sample: 

Nothing seemed real anymore.. It felt like a nightmare that came true.. First the Red Man came, and hacked everyone Ganta grew up with and cared about most to pieces. It was like something out of a horror movie.. And the smell... Why?.. But it only got worse. His father disappeared, never even showed up at any point during the trial. The man told him that everything was going to be okay.. That as long as he told the truth, and showed that he had nothing to hide.. Nothing bad was going to happen to him.. And justice would be done. Ganta did so.. He saw a Red Man do it. It was a man in Red armor, looked kinda like Ace Man.. He was floating, then there was a blast... followed by darkness... Then the smell came.. He opened his eyes; the windows were broken, everyone else was lying on the floor, with their stomachs and throats split open... Some of their heads cut off.. Ganta turns his head, and he sees him again. He threw Mimi's head at him.. He backed up, terrified, scared for his life, assuming the worst was going to happen... And then.. He shot him. Then blackness.

But the boy's pleas of innocence fell on deaf ears. The trial lasted only a month and it seemed like everything was turning against him now that everyone he cared about was gone. "He's sick" They say, "He gutted his friends, they should hang him!" They said. "What a load of horse shit!" A detective said to him. Then the trial was over.. And then there was Deadman Wonderland... It seemed like Ganta was all alone when he arrived, but then he met someone.. An old friend... Someone who he long forgotten about. And she showed him some of the best things that he had forgotten about, protected him even. 

But what was the point to all of this? Everyone else he ever cared about was gone, his life seemed like it was over? Should he just... give up and die? Die the killer that he was painted as, not even knowing who or why that he was even put in this hell hole? Die right there, with nothing left, nothing to fight for.. Letting them win? No! Why should he let them win, let the Red Man win? This is what they want, to break, to control, they're wrong! He's better than this, not some weakling to get pushed around. Ganta wanted to get out, to show everyone that they're wrong, that he's not a killer, a killer would never harm their friends. But most importantly, Ganta wanted to live.. He realized this as the falling debris kept coming closer and closer. It may have been instinct, or luck, whatever it was.. Something compelled the teen to raise his hand up, and scream.. As he did so.. It felt like something powerful escaped his right hand, like an explosion almost.. Then blackness....

This is what was going to keep him moving forward.. The will to live.. The fear of death.. Death is the end, Death is failure. 

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Undertaker Application

Blog url: http://twisted-littleheart.tumblr.com/

Name: Hibana Daida

Gender: Female

Age: 7

Description of physical appearance:

A bit scrawny and short for her age, she constantly wears bright colors that still appeal to her as a child, particularity those of pink. Always has the single pony tail on top of her head attached to the bow and colorful beads.

Personality: Hibana tries very hard to keep as “lady-like" a personality as possible, often using language that seems far too proper for someone her age. Even though she insists that she is a proper lady that can take care of herself, her main characteristic is an overwhelming sense of child-like dependence. She feels lost if someone doesn’t tell her what to do, or tells her the difference between right and wrong.Though she is very gullible, she finds herself mostly trying to reflect the image of the perfect girl that she believed her mother wanted her to be

Reason for imprisonment: Murder and Torture of a five year old boy

Weapon of choice: That big broad sword thingy she’s holding in the picture.

Skills/Talents:  Super strength in order to lift her sword, excessive knowledge of various torture methods.

History: Hibana was born in the care of mother who was obsessed with inducing the wrath of god from the old testament,  suffering from Scrupulosity(A form of religous ocd) for many years. She began to see the smallest of actions as sinful deeds as her condition got worse, such as bedwetting and throwing up food. For some unknown reason, her mental condition started worsening and she started having delusions that she was in the purgatory, and that her newly born child Hibana was her duty to turn pure.  Using torture methods she had known before and ones that she made herself, she spent the whole of Hibana’s 5 years under her care “training" her by using the most brutal methods imaginable to turn Hibana into a proper lady. Near the age of 5, a few weeks before Hibana was set to head to school the young girl started teaching her mother back, pointing out all the flaws in what her mother did as she thought she should. This was enough to cause her mother to go into a massive anxiety period,  becoming so convinced that she had failed her wrathful god that she ended up taking her own life by hanging herself. 

When Hibana finally headed off to school, a boy flipped her skirt, and she reacted the only way she thought was apporopriate: she killed and tortured him. The media quickly labeled her as “punishment" as she was taken in by the police. Deadman wonderland acquired her through bribery and the public’s absolute fear of the  small girl, knowing that she would be the perfect person to create as an undertaker. 

Any other things you would like to tell us about your character: None.

Roleplay Sample: 

Hibana heard the echoes of the other childerns laughter after he skirt had been lifted up by the naughty little boy that was giggling at her, pink blush coming over her face as an embarrassment of what had just happened. Why did they all look so happy? Didn’t know this boy had done a horrible thing that needed to be corrected? Well since it didn’t look like anyone was going to do it, she would have to do such things as a proper lady. 

She grabbed the boy’s wrist as he pointed and giggled at her, calling him out for the naughty boy he was while he simply looked at her with a great confusion on his face. Oh, dear. It looked like this was much worse then she thought it would be. Her other hand reached down to pick up a branch off the ground, smiling at him the way her mother always would to her to show him that she was only trying to help him in the end.

"Now the first step is to confess to your sins young boy" Hibana told him, pushing him back against the metal little fence that surrounded the school garden. 

"Huh? what are you talking about? Calm down already, it was just a joke!"

She did nothing but smile at him as she uttered her next words. “All things start as little jokes, don’t they? I have to punish you now, that was not the right answer. If I push you down on this low metal fence right here it’s going to really hurt a lot, but don’t worry about it mister. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hit any of your vital organs" 

There was a soul-piercing shriek that filled the air, caused by the confused and terribly frightened boy that was unsure of what was happening to him. All eyes in the playground where now turned towards the two of them, teachers and students alike being too terrified to move or do anything about what was going on.

"S-stop it! It hurts! Stop!" 

Hibana shook her head once more “That still isn't the right answer mister. Weren’t you listening to what I was telling you? Someone are naught surely doesn’t need their eyes, don’t you think? I think the lesson on how to be a proper adult is much more important than those things"

She barely even flinched as she dove the branch she had been holding into the young boy’s eye, another scream resonating throughout the playground that felt like it could have been heard from miles away. 

At this point, the young child could no longer formulate anything close to even a single word, every beg or plea for mercy that he tried to formulate was made into nothing but a broken sob or another chilling shriek as Hibana continued to torture him. 

Grabbing a nearby trowel, the young girl kept asking me to confess to his sins and be a good boy while she drove the object into his elbow, lodging it to connect with his joint and rip his arm right off, blood splattering her pale face. 

When the police finally arrived on the spot, the could hardly believe their eyes as they found the young girl burying the unsightly mess that she had bad of the boy who she had torn off all of his limbs, humming happily to herself as if nothing had happened at all.

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Welcome to Deadman Wonderland!

Come one, come all to the happiest prison AU on Earth! We at Project Deadman are now accepting applications for performers and welcome anyone who is interested! Whether it's an Original Character, a canon character, or even someone from a completely different fandom, it doesn't matter! Please check out our main page for more information

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Type by Kishan Patel