Name of Player: Bella
Age of Player: 22
Player’s timezone: US Eastern (UTC -5)
Desired character: Mukuro Ikusaba
Character’s first canon appearance: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc (Chapter 1)
Bio/Description (how they are in the AU, where they are now, etc.): Mukuro's life after running away from home has severely changed-- as good as she was at her job, as she grew there was a growing, nagging regret in the back of her mind. She had never known what it was like to live a normal life, with friends and happiness and fun and games. While she had some imitation of this life as a mercenary with her comrades, she longed for that feeling of following around her little sister into trouble and fighting her way out. It'd be this that caused her to resign from her service, bound by a contract of secrecy. Although Fenrir would soon dissolve afterwards, she still feels the binding around her tongue not to speak of what she's done; the world need not know of the complications behind its disasters. Now, after having returned to Hope's Peak and graduated, she finds herself like many veterans of war-- with a Resume she can't really apply to any jobs other than shooting and killing folks, and with a gumbo of mental illnesses and internal scars that came with the job. As an attendant now at the local Taco Bell, she scrapes her way by with the incredibly vast savings she had from her years with Fenrir (blood money pays well, after all), almost waiting for something big to happen while she lives in her own little apartment aside from Junko's penthouse. She occasionally visits, but she's made it clear that she's her own person, now, and not just Junko's maidservant.
RP Sample: "Hello, and welcome to Taco Bell. Would you like to try our new triple crunch stuffed burrito tonight?" The words spill out of her mouth in a practiced drone, her voice mellow and a soothing alto, although she can come off as monotone at times. Her hands are deployed quickly to the keyboard as the order comes in; her strong but dainty fingers pound against the keyboard like copperjackets pinging off the concrete walls in Kabul, a faint rumbling in the distance as the Yankee drones boom overhead, scanning for targets like so many Terminators with wings. [Are you listening,] a voice calls from afar, her eyes refocusing on the customer. Mukuro shuts her eyes, blackening the image, centering herself, the way Sakura taught her in yoga, yes. And she breathes out, nodding. "Two soft tacos, a large soda, one crunchwrap meal with a cool ranch taco, and one grilled-stuft burrito. Will that be all?"
Date of submission: 9/8/2016
Other (preferences, footnotes, etc, requests.) [Optional]: im gay