Name: Lyric Clef Chambers

Nickname: Clef, Key

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Sexuality: Straight

Ultimate: Ultimate Musician

Appearance: She has ghostly pale skin and long hazel brown hair with honey brown eyes. She's about 5'1 and has a light and slim frame.She wears a blouse  with dark blue outlines, and she also wears a long white skirt. Some knee high dark blue socks and white flats almost complete her look. She often carries around a blue purse, or her chestnut brown violin. She has a white clip in her hair, that has a white cloth attached to it.

Personality: Lyric has moments of bravery, but in the beginning she is very timid and cautious. She is naturally a bit more reclusive and Introverted, so she doesn't like terribly loud things or crowds. She is also emotionally attached to her violin, which is her main instrument and claim to fame in the outside world. She is also very emotional and if given a stuffed animal that's adorable she will care about it like it's a real person. Especially if it's easy to hug. As time goes on and she gets more situated to her surroundings she becomes more open and stuff, although murders still make her sick to her stomach. After the first few she might not throw up anymore though. Heh. She is determined however and is rather perservant. Despite what others might think.

Reaction To Seeing Death: Initially she will be frozen in shock, and if she was close/friends with them then immediately she would burst into tears. If she's already witnessed a few murders, then she just might stand there quietly and retreat in on herself more and more.

Reaction to Being Accused of Murder: She would be filled with fear, as it is a common emotion for her. Determination would weep into her veins as well, and she would grow a backbone to defend herself. Even if she stutters a lot she will protest and use the evidence at her disposal to clear her name.

How Would They Kill: It would take a lot for her to event consider it, but she'd be a planner. Lyric wouldn't plan it out in great detail, just some basics because she'd be to scared of what she was going to do to get into specifics. She wouldn't want to look at what she had done a second time, so she would probably create the cleanest murder scene since she got rid of as much evidence as possible. She hates seeing blood pooling from a wound with a passion, but poisoning would seem to much like her personality. It's a silent killer and doesn't expose her to gruesome sights. So she'd steel herself and wield a kitchen knife to cut someone's throat. Then she'd bleach the floors and everything else, before dragging the body to the incinerator and lifting it in headfirst. Not all of it would fit, but by this point she'd be to grossed out and hardcore regretting her actions and calling herself a monster mentally. After a time spent probably puking her guts up and cleaning herself up she'd be back to normal outwardly and use her innocent appearance and shy nature to help her escape, in which she would probably succeed in doing.

Likes: Music, Violin, Any Instrument, Books, Writing, Painting, Acting, Being Creative, Singing, Drawing, Junk Food, Cats, Dogs, Video Games, YouTube, Gummy Bears, Chocolate

Dislikes: Out of tune notes, Jerks, Violence, Blood, Needles, Tuna fish, Sour Gummy Worms, Sour gummies of any type

Strengths: Dodging, Rhythm Games, Playing Instruments, Acting, Writing

Weaknesses: Public Speaking, Confidence, Physical Strength

Execution Name: The White Meadow

Execution: Lyric breaks down into a crying mess, her mind repeatedly throwing the images of her victims dead body at her. She'd just snapped! She didn't want to, she wanted to take it back! All of it back! She didn't even resist when she was dragged away, her mournful cries and her repetitive 'I'm sorry' coming from her like a broken record player. She was thrown into an open meadow, with white grass. Her white skirt blowing gently in a breeze as she stood, trying to get ahold of her tearful self. Around her were guns of sorts, or crossbows. Her vision was to blurred to tell. All fixed on her. It was so quiet in the meadow, and so peaceful.

She began to hum a soft tune. One that her mother hand sung for her when she was little. Upon Monokuma's Command they fired at the regretful girl. Bullets shaped like music notes. Even some treble clefs and base clefs were in there. They pierced her body easily. She gave no resistance. Her blood stained her white clothes a crimson red, and soon she fell. Her eyes still puffy from crying, the melody still fresh on her lips. Her small form collapsed into the white grass, and soon all was silent again. However she clung to life, with her last breath. Still humming that tune. Monokuma entered then, a crossbow in hand. The bow to her violin was the arrow, and it pierced her heart. She died, slain by the instrument that brought her so much joy. And that lead her to play others and get invited to this school.

Lyric Clef Chambers was dead. All that remained of the music loving girl was her violin. Even the bow of it remained, cleaned and returned to the other students. Her violin was like a trophy maybe, or a sign or mark that she existed.

As if she was quietly whispering with her last breath, "Please don't forget me. Remember me for who I was...A girl who dreamed of a future full of music, and those who could understand the beauty in everyone's heart...."

Backstory: When she was first born her mother decided to name her after an inside joke between her and her father. Her mother had always teased her husband about his last name, which was 'Chambers', and so she named Lyric after musical things-so it was a mere coincidence that she turned out to be a talented musician. Ever since she could hold a bow she's been playing the violin. Her skill has only grown as she's aged, as well as the amount of instruments she can play. She dabbled in other creative things as well like theatre, which she really enjoys, drawing, singing, and writing! She's lucky enough to have a family that encourages her dreams, although she feels like her parents have been a bit more distant as of late. Or maybe she's over exaggerating. She's quite good in all of the creative things she's learned but by far her music skills are her best. She is also really optimistic and positive with the right encouragement and support. She's been friends with Cody, the Ultimate Counselor, since elementary school, and she values his opinion and well-being greatly.

Family:
Father: William Piere Chambers
Mother: Callie Nealson Chambers
Little Sister: Ashly Reed Chambers
Baby Sister: Sonya Piere Chambers

Other: She has ADD and takes medication for it. She also has short term memory loss, but that doesn't mean she can't remember things. Her short term memory just holds onto less info, and forgets things more often. Plus more thoughts and ideas of hers don't make it to her long term memory.
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Name: Cody Pen Williams

Nickname: Cai

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Sexuality: Straight

Ultimate: Ultimate Counselor

Appearance: He has pale skin and messy dark blue hair. Dyed obviously. It's original color is brown, while his left eye is blue and his right one is yellow. He was just born like that. He wears a navy blue hoodie, a pair of blue jeans, and some black sneakers.

Personality: Cody is one of those people that project an aura of calm. He has a chill and laid back attitude and can come off as quite lazy at times. He is assertive in situations that he's involved in or gets involved in and faces them with realistic optimism and an open-mind. He is driven by an urge to help others and will go to great lengths just to try to save or help others that are in bad places. Even if all he can do is just send small friendly gestures he will do it even if he himself is in a bad place. When he's tired he will occasionally say things that he doesn't mean or be a bit more harsh, but besides that he has very consistent behavior, it's honestly rather predictable.

Reaction to Death: Each death he witnesses is another soul on his conscious. For their sake, and for his friends, he will do everything in his power to console his friends, give them some hope, and find evidence. It takes a toll on him after a while, because it hurts him to see person after person die while he couldn't do anything about it.

Reaction to Being Accused of Killing: He wouldn't act outraged, but he'd immediately start protesting. If he didn't have evidence he'd eventually quiet, and probably go off on his own to try and find some. He would only really trust his closest friends then, but after everything was over and if everyone wasn't dead from the wrong choice, he wouldn't hold it against people. He might be more weary of them, but he wouldn't be outright aggressive or anything.

How They Would Kill: Cody would only be able to bring himself to kill someone in the most emotional states, or in an act of self defense. His style would be panicked and the cover-up would be hastily thought out. So he'd most likely get caught.

Likes: Reading, Imagining, Video Games, Presents, Chocolate, Orange Soda's, Sprite, Investigating

Dislikes: Sour Things, Needles, Blood, Arguments

Strengths: Problem Solving Skills, Level-Headedness, Helping Nature

Weaknesses: Speed, Lack Of Sleep

Execution Name: A Straight Path

Execution: He gave a small smile, a strained and painful smile. All of his morals, tossed aside in an instant. In that one moment he'd decided that his life and future was worth more than everyone else in this rooms. He'd doomed himself to this fate that this bear would bring him. His spirit would forever be burdened with a heavy feeling of regret. When a claw tried to grab him he calmly jumped aside, "I'll just walk if it's alright with you." He said, still dodging the claw. His voice had been hollow, and monotone. So empty and dead. His footsteps echoed as he was lead to the room where he'd die. Monokuma might have even made some snappy remark, but he didn't hear it. He couldn't. His mind was so overwhelmed by his actions. His despicable and heinous crime. The room he entered held a path. It seemed to be in a light oak forest, all bright and open. Clearings and animals scattered around. He continued walking until he got to a crossroad. A question was upon it. To judge his morals. Again and again for chose right to his morals and actions. Then the last one came.

"Would you kill someone for your freedom?"

He didn't deserve freedom. Not after what he'd done. So he chose wrong. He'd done it. It didn't matter if his moral's were right. He walked down the path that was 'no.'

Monokuma began to sing 'Liar Liar Pants on Fire.' He litterly set Cody's pants on fire. The boy overwhelmed with pain, stop, dropped and rolled, eventually putting it out and getting the flaming garments off. However his legs were pretty crispy at that point. Then the ceiling above released a bomb, that dropped into the forest. The blast range killed him, however little did everyone know, Monokuma protected Cody's body. To preserve it and restore it to normal. Most likely to present to the others later as a 'joke'.

Backstory: He grew up hearing about people who needed help. His mother was a brilliant doctor, or at least that's what he thinks of her, while his father was a counselor. At first he wanted to be like his mother, because he thought that he could be more helpful and save more lives that way. But when he started to hear what his mom had to do, all of those surgeries. And the fact that the life of your patient sometimes rests on you, and you alone, he backed out. He couldn't deal with all of that, or seeing blood. So naturally he turned to his fathers career, somewhat hesitantly. He just didn't know how much he could help others that way. But his father was patient and began to teach him about his job and some of the skills that he had. He began to warm up to it, and decided that it was his calling in life. Everything that he's learned so far is from his dad, and some stuff from his mom about treating injuries, and he is determined to survive with as many people as possible. So that they can all follow their dreams.

Family:
Father: Cyrus Leon Willams
Mother: Daisy Janis Willams
Younger Brother: Micheal Ciel Willams

Other: He has insomnia, so he can often be seen napping during the day. He gets nightmares more and more frequently when he helps others with injuries and other such things which doesn't help him much. But he will still help anyway. Eventually he will start dozing off more and more from the lack of sleep and nightmares however. In the nightmares he imagines that he couldn't save whoever he was helping, and they died.

Hopes Peak Academy also accidentally put him as the 'Ultimate Counselor', when instead he actually is the Ultimate Psychiatrist. However after surviving a murder game, he decided to keep it because he'd grown a sort of attachment to the tittle.
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Name: Samantha Irileth Jackson

Nickname: Sam, Sammy, Firecracker

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Sexuality: Straight

Ultimate: Mechanical Enginner

Appearance: She quite short, only rising to about 5'3, and possessing rather pale skin. She has long dark brown hair and honey brown eyes. She wears a loose and comfortable red shirt, with a adorable golden cat on it, and a medium length black skirt. A pair of durable black body hugging boots protect her feet. She wears a Golden Lion necklace, attached by a brown cord. Her canines are also a bit more cat-like.

Work Clothes: She wears a pair of muted dark red overalls over a white and gold stripped shirt. A tool belt is around her waist and a pair of goggles resting on her forehead and some black combat boots with golden laces. Her Golden Lion necklace is tucked safely under her shirt.

Personality: She is somewhat like a firecracker. Before you light the fuse she completely fine, civil and cheerful. She is a bit quirky and more ambivert. Sometimes she rambles on about programming or machines or something that interests her, and gets embarrassed afterwards because she probably just bored someone to death. However when you test her she becomes a bit more punk like, and easily is aggravated. However she can normally refrain from exploding, but when she does it isn't pretty. Samantha will scream, yell, and cry, until she eventually can't stop crying to the point where she can't scream anymore. Sometimes she's blunt, but she can also have a sort of tough love sort of thing. But take this into account, she doesn't truly trust people easily, and nor does she forgive easily. Except in some occasions.

Likes: Computers, Games, Chips, Gummy Bears, Video Games, Adventure, Mechanics, Stargazing

Dislikes: Dismal Atmospheres, Rasin Cookies, Thunderstorms, Superiority Complexes

Strengths: Mechanics, Strength, Programming, Minding Her Own Business.

Weaknesses: Swimming, Temper, Daring Nature

Execution Name: Mechanical Mitosis

Execution: She struggled against the Mechanical claw that dragged her closer and closer to her fate. She screamed, begging for help, forgiveness, something. However she received none. Instead she was dropped into a room filled to the brim with gears and cogs and such, and in the center was a console. Most likely what controlled this execution she was in. However she'd seen previous ones, and she knew that there was no escape. But she wasn't going to go down without a fight. The cogs whirled, some slow and some blindingly fast. However she'd worked with all sorts of parts and it was pretty easy at first. It seemed like the structure of whatever this was unstable, and cogs and springs and everything was groaning and breaking and crashing. Panic and adrenaline set in, sending her racing for the center. Yet her programming skills were nowhere up to where she'd need to stabilize whatever kept this thing up and powered in time. She desperately tried to process the code as fast as she could. But it wasn't fast enough. She went to dodging and leaping as the things she stood on groaned and fell and shifted. Then her arm got caught in a spinning gear, getting crushed and mangled. She screamed, such a painful and tortured scream. A blade then fell into her grasp, and with desperation she took it to her arm. Trying to sever the pain from her body. She wasn't really thinking clearly at this point. She managed, but very quickly became woozy and dizzy from blood loss. Stumbling and trying to stay conscious. Her fate arrived none to soon, and put the poor girl out of her missery. She was crushed, flattened, squashed, obliterated. Her necklace, her Golden Lion necklace, landed on a platform where a Monokuma clone stood. It was all that remained of her. It picked it up and brought it back to the students.

The fierce lion was like a reminder to remain brave, despite what fearsome and terrify things may lay ahead, things similar to how scary and gruesome it must have been to watch her die. Whichever student cared about her the most kept her necklace.

Monokuma sighed in content. That had taken a twist! He'd though that the girl would kill herself to end the pain, not cut her arm off! "And that is how a cell commits suîcîde." He hummed. He received stunned silence. "What don't you know about cell division and how cells go through checkpoints to make sure there doing stuff properly, and if they're not and can't fix the problem they off themselves? Dang did you guys live under a rock? Eh no matter." And that concluded another trial for life and death.

Backstory: Her father was the proud owner of Jackson's Mechanical Repair Shop, or just JMRS for short. There he provided loads of different mechanical services, and being his daughter she was bound to pick up on a thing or two. However it turned out to not just be a thing or two. Samantha learned quickly, often fiddling with some spare parts in her fathers office while she waited for his work day to end. Then they could go home, where one of her other interests resided. Programming. Her mother was a head programmer in a decent insurance company. And sometimes she was still working when she got home, and when this occurred she would fetch a stool and sit down by her mother. Her wide eyes moving across the screen as she watched her mother code. Willingly answering any questions her daughter could throw at her. It was exciting to say the least. She created physical wonders, in her mind at least, with Mechanics and electronic wonders on the computer. However she didn't get as much practice with coding since they only owned one computer at home. However that didn't stop her! Her father mentored her in the art of repairing things, and soon she was participating in competitions around the world for mechanics and engineering. As well as taking some advanced courses at school. This is how she was noticed by Hope's Peak and invited to the school as the Ultimate Mechanical Engineer.

Family:
Father: Mathew Reed Jackson
Mother: (Haven't come up with a name yet.)

Other: She can also Programm decently. However she is not a programming genius or anything, but she can get by.

Name: Marik Sizzami

Nickname: Mark

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Sexuality: Straight

SHSL:/Ultimate: Ultimate Biographer

Appearance: He is decently tall, around 5'9, and has healthy looking white skin. His hair is a chocolate brown, although the roots seem to just be dark brown. His eyes are a observant dull green, flecked with some brown. He likes to wear plain colored tee shirts, more often in duller colors. Be has a simple black jacket that he often wears, since he gets cold easily. Simple blue jeans and black sneakers. And finally he has a simple necklace with a shark tooth on it.

Personality: He is a rather laid back guy, that's a more quite and reserved extrovert. He's easy going and much of a social butterfly. However when he writes or is doing research he doesn't like to be disturbed. It takes a lot to set him off, or get him to hold a grudge. But when you manage to do that his tone becomes harsh and cold as well as his demeanor. Forgiveness doesn't come easy to him, and he doesn't like to let go of grudges.

Likes: Conversing With Others, Writing, Playing Around, Salads

Dislikes: Junk Food, Kazoos, Persistent Pestering While He's Writing

Strengths: Wide Vocabulary, Writing, Sprinting (For short periods)

Weaknesses: Stamina

Execution Name: Duality

Execution: Marik stood at his podium silently, with his semi-near brown locks falling in his face, to purposely shield his face from his peers.

"The duality of Mankind is frightening, as displayed clearly in the book, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It appears that in this turn of events....That my darker side won out in the end, much like it did with the poor doctor. And so like him, my life I shall be forfeit to cease the rein of evil that my hand did bring...." Marik said softly, almost tenderly, as he stared down at his podium. The trial room was silent and still, save for his quiet words.

The biographer stood in silence, and absentmindedly wondered about why he hadn't been dragged off yet, but in truth he honestly didn't care... "What are you waiting for Monokuma? I'm a monster, a despicable villain. I took someone's life.....and I liked it. I enjoyed watching the life fade from their eyes, and the feeling of their warm blood on my hands. Their body turning cold, the crimson color.....I found it all so stunning and magnificent. Like a beautiful piece of art, I wanted more...I still want more.." Marik's words were hastily throw together, as a maniacal and somewhat hysterical tone entered his voice. Yet their was also a hint of distress. With a stray hand the boy brushed his hair out of his face, which revealed the somewhat crazed expression on his features.

Startled mummers, along with concerned ones, rose from the still alive students. Marik then laughed, finding this all terribly funny for some reason. Deep inside of himself he was questioning, why? Why did he feel this way? He didn't like it, this adrenaline and the urge to see the pretty crimson blood once more...

Slowly the smile faded, and his expression softened back into that of his normal one. His classmates somewhat fearfully observed him.

A deep sense of guilt was bubbling up inside of him, and it eventually flowed over. Tears began to flow from his dull green eyes, which now seemed even more dull than before. They began slowly, but sped up. Sobs racked his body as he held on tightly to his podium, so hard that his knuckles began to turn white. His actions once again surprised his classmates, as just a moment ago he'd been laughing like a maniac.

A mechanical claw emerged from the ceiling, and snatched up Marik. The Biographer was deposited inside a room, where he encountered figures from the biographies he wrote. They fused with the boy, and in the span of seconds he'd relived their lives one by one, their fatal wounds appearing upon his body.

Marik wasn't sure who he was anymore. Was he a pirate, or a war general? A passionate abolitionist perhaps?

However in his last moments, as he gasped like a dying fish on the floor in a pool of his own pretty crimson blood...He found himself, and dispelled the spirits from his mind. "Scout..." Marik mumbled, stretching out for a pencil as if for some subconscious reason. One was within reach surprisingly, and the dying boy's hand grasped it.

The pencil's tip was that of a deadly blade, and a Monokuma appeared out of no where, and drove it into his heart.

The light faded quickly from his eyes, and the life of the Ultimate Biographer cane to a close.

Backstory: As a kid he'd either be talking with friends and hanging out with them, talking to his parents, or locked up in his room writing. At first fiction is what interested him the most, and it wasn't until he wrote his first Research Paper for school that he discovered his passion. As soon as he could he headed to the Biography/Autobiography section of the library, and began to read. Book after Book, and page after page. Til finially he went online and began research of his own. He left the library that day with a few printed papers, and immediately got to work when he got home. After a month or two he had written and gotten published his first Biography. Throughout the rest of his middle school years he published thirteen biographies, including his first one. And gained many important connections with corporations and people so he could do deeper research and gain information. His Biographies eventually caught the attention of Hope's Peak, and that's how he ended up getting invited. He also really cares about his little sister, Scout. Scouts a nickname he gave her.

Other: He has published one fiction story. However it's not all that well known. Especially in comparison to his Biographies. He also has some more personal information on his classmates, since he researched them before he went to school. It was mostly out of habit. Mostly.

Family:
Father: Atticus Sizzami
Mother: Racheal Sizzami
Little Sister: Scout Sizzami

He holds onto grudges mostly because he thinks of himself as a decent guy, so by significantly wronging him he feels like they attempted to take advantage his 'kindness'.

Name: Lily Alexander Sonnet

Nickname: Lily-Belle, Snowflake, Cinnamon
*See nickname history at the bottom*

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Sexuality: Straight

SHSL/Ultimate: Ultimate Librarian

Appearance: She has rosy white skin and beautiful clear blue eyes. Her face is like a reflection of innocence. She has medium length cinnamon brown hair and has a soft dark blue and navy blue plaid scarf that she wears everywhere. She wears a comfy black jacket over a white and grey blotched teeshirt, with a medium length grey skirt that fades to white at the edges. She has black converse and small blue earrings that complement her eyes. Finally she has a pair of black rectangular reading glasses, that she only wears when she's reading.

Personality: Lily Belle is an innocent bean in essence, and shifts between her two common phases, being an excitable and somewhat reckless child and a shy and somewhat timid but helpful child. She is very aware of her surroundings no matter what she is doing due to her photographic memory, and usually more childish with her behavior. A beacon of light in dark times if you will. As more time goes on however slowly this light dims, and is replaced with a growing level of expressed maturity that to some just doesn't seem right with her.

Likes: Reading, Sharing Her Love Of Books, Writing, Matching Games, Guessing Games

Dislikes: Crowds, Cussing, Oranges, The Color Yellow.

Strengths: Reading, Running, Climbing.

Weaknesses: Swimming, Loud Noises.

Execution Name: Shattered Innocence

Execution: Lily-Belle stared in utter disbelief at her classmates, and then turned her gaze to Monokuma, "H-How can I be the blackened!?" She demanded, absolutely confused. The bear let out his iconic laugh, "A bit of amnesia isn't going to prevent me from letting justice prevail!" Monokuma chuckled pointedly.

The young librarian balled her hands into fists, and winced slightly as she dug her nails into the soft flesh of her palm. "I have a photographic memory!" Lily shouted with obvious frustration. Monokuma let out a little 'hmph', "Your point?" He dryly asked.

Lily puffed out her cheeks childishly and huffed, before she opened her hands and slammed them on her podium palm down. "My point is that I couldn't have killed anyone if I don't remember it! Use a lie detector or whatever, I'm being one hundred percent honest!" She explained.

"You could just be saying that." Monokuma pointed out, "Think back, I'm sure you'll remember it." He prompted, an eerie smile on his features. The little girl thought hard, in complete disbelief of what she was being told. She couldn't have killed someone-right? However memories began to flood back to her as if they were recorded and rendered with HD quality. She saw everything in vivid detail, weither she wanted to or not. But what she saw wasn't of her killing a student, it was of someone else who looked similar but with notable differences. She was gagged and tied up in a corner, trembling in fear. Her eyes had been puffy from crying and her throat sore from screaming. She had been forced to watch the murder, and her mind had buried the memory in an attempt to protect her, but nothing stays buried forever....

While she recalled this horrific event she shut out the world around her, and never noticed that she had started crying, slowly at first, but eventually full on sobbing. Once again she was trembling, and she slid down to the floor. Her back was pressed to the podium and she hugged her knees to her chest. "I believe her reaction is sufficient proof." Monokuma commented amidst the shock of the other students.

Lily Belle was brought back to reality by those words, and the shattered bean wasn't going to go down without a fight. Because while she was weak and innocent, shielded from the harshness of reality for so long, she was shown harsh truth here in this school. She learned, and she knew the value of life. Hers might be forfeited here, but it was the least she could do to pass on what she had seen. What she remembered as hard undeniable truth. Unknowingly however she had recalled something that she wasn't supposed to. Monokuma had attempted to tamper with her mind and replace that memory with another, one which contained her killing someone.

"I didn't kill them, I remember now. I could never forget...never forget." Lily Belle mumbled as her classmates gathered around. They knew that she was an innocent bean, or at least had acted like one, and so when she had broken down they had gathered to see try to see why she was crying..if they could help before it was time for her to be executed. "What are you talking about? Of course you did." Monokuma said, growing somewhat annoyed at her continuous 'It wasn't me' banter. "I-It was the mastermind, they made me steal the weapon and watch as they committed murder. I was tied up and gagged, I couldn't move or look away. I have a photographic memory, both a gift and a curse...Please believe me...." Lily Belle begged pitifully.

It was all she could do. She had lost something important. She had lost the trust of her classmates, something that she might have never earned back, had she lived. Their faces showed their uncertainty, but some were shifting towards what she would call belief. If only she had more time....Exactly a minute after she had spoke a rapier shot up from the floor underneath her and impaled her. Burning pain raced along every nerve and muscle, and she screamed in agony. Someone pulled her off of it, which caused her to experience even more pain. Lily Belle grew dizzy and she could hear her heart beat pumping erratically, and she knew that she wouldn't last much longer.

"What did they look like?"

With her last breath she answered the student that had believed her. She told them who they looked like, but told them that it was not them because there were differences that she had noticed, major ones that were hard to spot. Her attention to detail had yet to fail her, and she died knowing that at least someone knew of what she had seen.

And so Lily Alexander Sonnet died in an execution that seemed to hasty, which caused more suspicion of Monokuma. Her death had shattered her innocence once and for all, but it did more than that. It opened the eyes of her classmates, hopefully before it was to late.

Her blue scarf remained, and it's backstory (All that the scarf had seen) reminded her classmates to try to keep hope. And in it the students actually found a note from Lily Belle.

It read, "I hope you never have to see this, but I wanted to write this in case I die, or am executed. Never give up hope, because all of you have amazing talents to share with the world, and have the power to protect those you care about. I believe in you, so try to believe in yourselves, okay? ~Lily Belle"

Backstory: Lily grew up mostly as an only child, since her older sister Belinda went off to college when she was six. From an early age she displayed an amazing memory, and picked up reading and writing by age three. Speaking however took her longer, to make up for her quick success with reading and writing, is what her parents often jokingly told her. Lily Belle devoured books as her literary understanding and reading speed increased over time. Her parents, a large supporter of her reading hobby, supplied her with books whenever they could, and dreamed that their child could become a legendary author. Lily Belle also was an innocent and helpful angel, as her highschool's librarian dubbed her. She readily offered to assist her in organizing the shelves and putting away books, to which the librarian hesitantly accepted at first, however Lily quickly proved that she was reliable. Over a short span of time Lily Belle had organized the library into an efficient system, and helped out as often as she could, since she had a knack for guiding her fellow peers towards books they would enjoy. Even people who did not enjoy to read. Lily Belle caused some excitement due to her transformation of the library, which got people asking questions. Eventually it came to Hopes Peak's attention that their was an astounding librarian in their midst, and they extended an invitation to enroll in the school. Lily Belle was sad to leave her Highschool, but the prospect of an even bigger library was not something she could ignore!

Family:
Father: Cameron Ezekiel Sonnet
Mother: Alyn Harriet Sonnet
Older Sister: Belinda Racheal Sonnet
*Grandmother: Martha Lynn Rider
*Grandfather: Gerold Tenner Rider

*On her mother's side.

Other:
•She is rather good at alphabetizing things, or just organizing things in general. In fact she has a photographic memory, which is both a blessing and a curse. She will never, ever forget a crime scene, or any gore. Ever.
•She is also a national spelling bee Champion, multiple times.
•Her grandparents have a russet and brown border collie named Rocco.

Nickname History: Snowflake - Her father was the first to come up with this, and often called her his sweet little snowflake. Her mother and older sister picked up on it and sometimes called her snowflake as well.

Cinnamon - Her grandparents on her mother's side began calling her cinnamon due to a baking/cooking accident. Lily was about five years old and was helping her Grandma make cinnamon pancakes. She had a little blue stool to stand on so that she could easily reach the counter, and she'd been instructed to add a small dash of cinnamon. Unfortunately for Lily her Grandparents russet and brown border collie Rocco ran through the kitchen and knocked her stool, and her along with it, down. Lily ended up falling on her butt, and with cinnamon all in her hair and on the floor. Funny enough if her Grandfather hadn't seen the cinnamon fall onto her hair they never would have know it was there. It blended in well with her cinnamon brown hair. And so she was nicknamed Cinnamon.

Lily Belle - She already had two nicknames at this point and was like why not add another one to the list, except this time it would be of her creation! She searched her schools library (which is how she learned of it's somewhat dysfunctional state) for a name book and began looking when she stumbled across Lily Belle. She loved the name, not as much as her own since her parents gave it to her, but she decided that she would declare it as her nickname, and people at school referred to her by it sometimes.