Winter was absolutely my favorite season.

Someone who wasn't me would normally say that their favorite things about winter would be something along the lines of: snowboarding, skiing, ice skating, snowball fights, building snowmen and even Christmas!

However, I was me.

Sure, I enjoyed those things too, but I wouldn't exactly say they were my favorite things about winter. Admittedly, I haven't done any winter sports in my life, but that was out of cowardice rather than not being given the opportunities. It just scared me. Snowboarding and skiing scared me due to how anyone could crash into anything at any moment, but ice skating was by far the scariest thing. I just couldn't understand how anyone would want a potential murder weapon on their feet.

Murder weapon... That'd be an odd thought for anyone to have.

Except for me.

It's about time I introduce myself. My name is Chisuke Yukizome, and I will soon be given the title of Ultimate Mystery Novelist.

Chisuke Yukizome

Ultimate Mystery Novelist

I suppose some context to how I became who I am today would help you better understand who I am. I am the middle child of 3 children, the forgotten one, you could say. My older brother was a successful surgeon, making lots of money, therefore making my parents very happy. We got along just fine, but my brother often claimed that he wouldn't be able to stand me for long periods of time due to my... Nosiness. I have a nasty habit of prodding someone continuously for information, which I have been trying to work on, but so far I've had little success.

As for my younger sister, we hardly talked, but that was because I was 'weird' compared to my brother who she would always gush about was 'cool' it sometimes hurt; but I figured that the best way to deal with the pain is to simply bash it into submission until it numbed.

It worked.

It did.

My parents... If I were to tell the truth, I'd say... That they're good parents. Just because they weren't necessarily good parents to me doesn't mean they weren't good parents to my other siblings. In fact, I had no reason to even think about them, considering I don't even live with the past 4 people I just mentioned. That begs the question, who did I live with?

I lived with Aunt Mae.

Aunt Mae was the only one who showed me their love and made no attempts to hide it. She loved me like her own son. Sometimes, her love for me hurt, but that was because I'd always think about the scenario of 'what if' she didn't have a miscarriage? Would she still love me like she does now? Or is she compensating for the death of her unborn son? Did it even matter?

Oh well, let's just forget that line of thought. Instead, I suppose I should go onto the topic of how I am soon to be the Ultimate Mystery Novelist.

Aunt Mae was, bluntly speaking, a crime nerd. She loved a good mystery and usually pegged the murderer within the first time they appear on screen. Not every mystery was about murder, but it was undeniable that it was exhilarating, more so than a missing piece of jewelry one might say.

After doing some extensive research, it took me about eight months to finish my masterpiece Starry Nights, before handing it off to Aunt Mae. She laughed when she heard what I'd done, thinking I spent a week on the book at best. However, that laugh turned into shocked silence as she continued to read, her finger flipping through the pages at an unusually slow rate than her other books. I took this as a sign that she wanted to study everything.

She eventually pegged who the killer was, but she was very impressed that I'd been able to fool her for at least half the story and keep her on her toes. She mentioned how locked room mysteries were usually a turn off for her because it could never be executed properly, but she enjoyed my representation of it, which I was pleased about.

To my embarrassment, Aunt Mae sent off Starry Nights to a publisher, which did hurt slightly. I had made the story for Aunt Mae to specifically enjoy, so to go behind my back and send it to a publisher without my permission hurt, even if she had good intentions.

Regardless, the publisher was highly impressed and soon after I was requested by thousands of fans who had bought Starry Nights to make more books! I was flustered that others seemed to really enjoy it, especially since I didn't appear to have other talents in specific areas. As requested, I made another book called Cabin Fever. I ended up completing that book in a little less than four months, though it probably wasn't as good as my first. Nevertheless, the public continued to rave about wanting more, so for the past couple of years I've been making so many books. Some better than others, but I treasured all of them.

Now, this might seem confusing since I earlier said that my parents often forgot about me because I wasn't doing anything spectacular. That statement is half right. It's true that they often forgot about me, but it's because I bring nothing to the table. I keep a little bit of money to myself for essentials, but then I donate the rest of the money to charity. I usually send it to charity that's in a crisis, that way I can often rotate between which charities I donate to.

I'm usually guilt-tripped into giving my parents some of the money for my poor younger sister, but if anything, she's spoilt. Giving her a period of time without gifts would do her wonders. Of course I never concede, which is why I'm with Aunt Mae currently, their grudge against me is a little stronger than it should be; but it's been decided that we should avoid social workers at all cost. Not that I minded much, anyways.

Due to my popularity within the media, it wasn't entirely shocking when I was given an invitation 'Hoshikuzu Academy' a place for young stars to shine brighter than ever to guarantee a successful future. What was surprising was the fact that they had offered to let me go on Vacation to a snowy place with a cabin and socialize with my other classmates. I thought this was fairly clever, considering that it's a neat way to get to know everyone else instead of just a school environment, a place that not everyone enjoys.

I showed Aunt Mae the invitation and she was ecstatic. I expressed my concerns of leaving her alone, but she brushed it off, saying something along the lines of 'I need to get a life.' Ignoring the offensive remark, I decided that I'd need to pick out what to wear, since I'd already packed the essentials I'll need for this trip.

Looking into a full length mirror, I was able to take in my appearance.

I was taller than the average high school male student, standing at around 5'11. Of course, this only emphasized how scrawny I was too, though I'd like to think I could stand my ground in a fight. My skin was fairly pale; it was almost as pale as snow, though that wasn't possible. I had short, neatly combed, steel blue hair; making sure my fringe swayed to the left side of my face. I sighed as I looked at my narrowed onyx colored eyes; Aunt Mae said it was cool and focused, but I could only think about how intimidating it made me look. To finish I had neatly trimmed eyebrows, pearly white teeth, and annoyingly rosy cheeks that could only get rosier as I went into the snow.

As for my clothing, I wore a white trench coat that went all the way down to my knees, steel grey smart trousers and black school shoes. As for my accessories, I was wearing an icy blue colored scarf and mittens that my aunt had graciously taken the time to knit (even when I told her not to) and even stylized my winter hat, which was icy blue with white 1 white pom pom on the top, and the other two dangling from the strings that went down both my faces.

"Chisuke! Do enjoy your time at the cabin, okay dear?" Aunt Mae said as she fussed around with my clothing, positioning it so that it looked smarter.

I rolled my eyes as I gave her hug. "Of course I will, I wouldn't be going otherwise, especially since you've spent nearly a week deciding on what I'll wear to this place." she gave me a little slap on the shoulder as I tried to lamely defend myself. Giving her a kiss on the cheek, I asked. "You won't be too lonely by yourself, right? "

"Nope!" she cheered as she suddenly brought out my very first published story. "I'll have this and your other twenty something stories to entertain me~" she chirped happily.

I groaned as I heard the limo coming. "Are you sure limos are versatile enough to get me to the cabin?" I asked Aunt Mae as she was double checking my suitcase, while I was mentally listing the many ways I could die.

"If they aren't they'll have me to answer to. " She responded threateningly without even looking at me. She seemed to trust them, so I guess I shouldn't have too much to worry about. "Hoshikuzu Academy is a lovely place to learn from, It's a school I've always had the desire to go to, but couldn't due to being boring old me!" she laughed, though it seemed strained.

"You were too good for that school." I muttered comfortingly as the limo started pulling up.

"Remember Chisuke, have fun, and get an actual social life!" Aunt Mae reminded me as she pushed me out of the door, nearly pushing me into the snow. I mentally cursed at her as I replied.

"Way to give me a confidence boost." I muttered sarcastically as I carefully made my way towards the limo, thinking about the many ways I could quickly kill myself, just in case I made a fool of myself when meeting my classmates. Aunt Mae just cheekily smiled in response.

The driver rolled down his window as I approached. "Name and Talent?" an odd procedure, but I had nothing against it.

"Chisuke Yukizome, Ultimate Mystery Novelist." I responded. The limo door seemingly opened by itself, so I took that as my cue to get in. I waved goodbye to Aunt Mae, as if I was a schoolboy getting on the bus, waving goodbye to their mother.

With that, I decided to get a couple of hours rest.

Don't screw this up Chisuke.

Like a fool, I've gone ahead and made another story. The only difference this time is that this is an actual DR story and not a Hunter type of game like DR3. I admit, I was hesitant on making this story, but after debating about it with a few others, I realized that this story could be a refresher if I get burned out on Release Condition. So... Yeah.

Rules:

1) Perfect OC's are a no go, don't be that guy. Also, they will not be accepted if your character seems too overpowered.

2) This is not a first come first serve. I will be keeping submissions open until I am satisfied with all the characters I get, although if you want a specific date, I'd say late November.

3) Do follow the form that I will be posting on my profile since it helps me stay organized.

4) Have fun! If you have any concerns, just give me a PM and I'll answer as best as I can!

Name: (Let's try to generally keep it Japanese; I'm not a big fan of having more than 2 foreign OC's)

Nickname:

Gender: (Let's stick to male and female)

Age: (16-18)

Ultimate Talent: (I'll allow anything within and outside of canon games, just make sure it makes sense)

Height:

Weight:

Sexuality: (I'm pretty open to anything)

Nationality: (Again, I'd prefer Japanese, but it's your choice if you feel confident enough)

History: (Just for an example of how detailed I want, you can go 4-8 paragraphs if it helps)

Family: (Just family members, mother, father, brother, sister, aunt, uncle? Your choice)

Physical Appearance: (Eye color, body stature, hair style and color, ect)

Personality: (I'm a bit more forgiving for personality and will say 2-6 paragraphs should be fine)

Overall Clothing: (This is what they'll wear for majority of the story, keep in mind we are going to be in a snowy place, being shirtless is not the smartest idea unless they are really stupid)

Winter Clothing: (Usually, I try not to add to much clothing, but this is necessary since there is going to be a cabin and an outside area for them to explore)

Likes: (around 5)

Dislikes: (around 5)

Health Mental/Physical Disorders?: (Do they have a missing leg? Are they sick in the head? That kind of stuff)

Motives: (what'd would motivate them to kill?)

Victim Justification?:

Blackened Justification?:

Survivor Justification?

Mastermind Justification?:

Role in Investigations?: (Innocent and Guilty)

Role in Trials?: (Innocent and Guilty)

Execution Idea?: (not necessary)

Speech: (How do they speak?)

Fears?: (Do they fear anything in particular?)

Secrets?: (What angst-y secrets do they have?)

Hobbies: (3-5)

People they like:

People they dislike:

Love Interest?: (What kind of person would they fall for?)

Character Arc: (Is there a Character Arc you want your character going through specifically?)

Other: (Anything I forgot?)

Males x9

Females x12

Submissions x21

Talents:

Comedian

Fashion Designer

Puzzler

Children Show Host

Ninja

Rokugo Storyteller

Insurance Broker

Relationship Coach

Motivational Speaker

Baker

Hacker

Cobbler

Timer

Roller Coaster Engineer

Chocolatier

Ax Thrower

Hostess

Missionary

Organizer

Roboticist

Mangaka