#hvdrp

[switchbladejoker]

they're watching (motive) || open

“It’s seven in the morning you lazy bastards! Time to wake up! The Headmaster needs all students at the airport now! Anyone who doesn’t attend will be severely punished, so hurry up!”

Izaya was already up, searching through the file cabinet he found when he arrived that Monobear had somehow transported all the way from his residence in Ikebukuro. After the announcement had was over, he signed and put the folder he was looking at back in its place, heading for the door.

Fifteen minutes later, all of the students had gathered in the airport in various states of dress. A familiar stuffed animal pops up in the center of attention, and starts to give a speech about killing yet again. Izaya had already decided he wouldn't have to perform any murders- the other students would most likely do that themselves. 

"If you would all take out your Electronic Student Identification Cards and check the menu, a new option under Media should be there. Each of you bastards has a different video that I think you will be all interested in, upupupu!”

This caught Izaya's attention, looking up sharply at the laughing bear. Indeed, there was a Media option, and he clicked it, fear heavy in his stomach. The security camera footage was running fast, and seemed to be over a day as the light in the room brightened and faded, and the two figures came and went. Izaya was never able to see who the two were, as the footage was too poor to make out details.

The first time he could get a clear look at their faces was when the Monobear toys were delivered. The two were his sisters. Izaya's brown eyes widened in surprise, just as theirs were to see the two toys in a plain brown box. The video ended there.

"Heh. Haha... Hahaha..." Izaya laughed softly. Did they really think this was going to break him? 

Well, they were right, partially at least. They had gotten into him, the psychologist's, own head. And he hated it. "Damn it all!" he screamed, holding his head in his hands. How the hell did they know? There was no way they could have gotten their address. If they died, it was all his fault...

He couldn't stand to be in that airport for another second. He ran straight back to his room and locked the door behind him, punching the filing cabinet and sitting down on his bed. Someone knocked on the door a few minutes later, which he ignored.

[switchbladejoker]

Application - Hopevsdespair

Super High School Level Psychologist

Name: Izaya Orihara

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: 186 cm, 75 kg. Izaya has medium-length black hair and brown eyes. His wardrobe consists of bright shirts, preferably red, and a dark jacket, paired with black pants and shoes matching the rest of his raven outfit. Although his school requires a uniform, he never wears it.

Personality: Confident and jolly, Izaya Orihara has made many an enemy with his mocking demeanor. He has a blatant disregard for mostly everything, talking informally to the most hostile enemy. Skilled in observation and analysis, particularly of humans, Izaya has developed a thorough understanding of the mind, despite never attending a full psychology course in his life.  

Izaya often avoids relationships, romantic and friendly, unless an individual catches his attention. Even then, his connections never develop far, his main interest being to observe the other.

Izaya enjoys and thrives in conflict, although he prefers to start the fight and watch from a safe distance, only joining in when one side has a sizable advantage. That being said, Izaya is proficient with his flick blade and won't hesitate to cut down to size anyone that provokes him.

Biography: Izaya was a model student up until middle school, leader of the school council, star sports player, and winning awards in various subjects. He approached school in a somewhat reserved way, however, always sitting in the back of class and assumed to be a loner. In reality, he did this to observe his classmates, and his love for observation soon became an obsession.

In middle school his reputation quickly turned infamous, from changing biology clubs to gambling clubs and being restrained by the police. This only continued into high school, where he rarely attended classes and started to take his passion for observation for more underhanded reasons.

Like one of his enemies would say, "If there's a problem, there's a 99% chance that Izaya is behind it."

RP Sample: (the situation is your character waking up at the beach along with the other students)

“Alright, you bastards, time to wake up!”

Izaya bolted upright, waking to a rather unpleasant headache, stiff limbs, and a talking bear. While he tried to get rid of the sand that seemed to have gotten into every nook and cranny possible, Izaya listened to what the stuffed animal had to say.

"To graduate, you have to kill someone and not get caught!"

This was a joke, right? It had to be, because a toy was telling students to kill each other on a desert island. Him and fifteen other students all watched as the two-toned bear jumped out of view. He felt he should be panicking at this point, but all Izaya felt was anger. He was the one usually pulling the strings, and this was the first time he wasn't in control of the situation.

Hazy memories began to swim to the front of his mind. Izaya had received a abrupt letter to an apparently prestigious Hope's Peak Academy, with the title "Super High School Level Psychologist". What interested him about this letter was they somehow knew about his hobby, and ignoring the internet rumors, went to investigate further.

"Hope's Peak, my ass," Izaya muttered under his breath as he sat under the shade of a palm tree and began to do what he did best- psychoanalyze the others.