Post by Moth's Wish on May 10, 2017 21:34:47 GMT -5
Naruto Oc Intro :
You don't know what happened and you don't know how. One minuet you were getting ready for your team's mission, just walking out the door actually. Next thing you know you're in some weird clothes, in a weird place, and just what the hell happened to all your ninja gear? You look around and see many other kids dressed like you, talking excitedly to other people or running around searching frantically for something. A voice startles you and a few others who seem to be just as confused as you are.
"All new students please report to the Auditorium! All new students to the Auditorium!"
Your head whips around, searching for the location of the voice only to end up more confused when most of the other people around you don't seem scared or startled at all. Seeing your distress, a short woman with glasses approaches you, her nametag reading, "Mrs. McNeil."
"You look lost sweetheart, are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you around before..." Well, you were definitely new, so you just nodded, still feeling a bit confused and somewhat scared. The woman smiles warmly, which actually calms you down a bit.
"Well, the Auditorium's right down that hallway over there, last door on the right." She instructs, pointing to some hallway. You thank her and follow her directions and soon find yourself entering a large room with a lot of seats and a stage in the front. A man is talking when you arrive so you cautiously find a seat and listen to what he's saying.
"-...and welcome to Eastern Shore High School! Home of the Jaguars!" Your eyes widen in fear as you search frantically for the Jaguars.
"I know all of you are wondering how you got here, and I will get to that in just a moment, but there is something you need to know first." The man eyes the crowd before him and you follow his gaze, recognizing a few fellow ninja.
"You were all created. You're not real. You're not-what do the kids call it? Canon. Yeah, that's it, you're not Canon characters. Every single person in this room, except for myself, are an OC : Original Character, created by someone who attends this school." Your mind is blown by his words. While you, and everyone in the room really, attempt to pick up the shattered remains of your existence, the man begins speaking again. He tells everyone that their goal is to find the person who created them, befriend them, and survive in this world. At least until Graduation. He informs the occupants of the room that in this world, the real world, there is no chakra, no jutsu, no powers what so ever. The man then begins to explain how the real world works, as well as what everything is and how it's used (Cars=driving, Driving=getting places faster, etc). Before he leaves, he instructs the students to enter their full name in the computer on the stage to receive their schedule, living arrangements, as well as the name of the person who created them.
"Good luck with the next four years, you're gonna need it!" The man cheerfully says before literally disappearing. At hearing that, you along with the entire auditorium scream in shock, fury, and a tad bit of fear.
"FOUR YEARS?!!?!"
Regular OC Intro :
You found the transition of going from being at the top of the food chain in middle school last year, to being right back at the bottom now quite odd. You'd heard of the apparent hell that is High School but you tried not to be too intimidated. Sure, all of your friend moved, you don't really know anyone, you're expected to get good grades, graduate on time, get a job, and make something of yourself. But that's not too difficult, right?
...
Ok, maybe having, like, two friends wouldn't be too bad. You head to the office to pick up your schedule and student ID and begin wondering the halls searching for your first class. As you watch a group of fellow students gush about having the same classes, you start to long for a friend.
Well, ask and you shall receive.
Just as you glance down to get another peek at your schedule, another body collides with yours. You and the person you sent sprawling on to the ground begin to apologize to each other and gather your now scattered books. As you reach for the other person's schedule, you see their name and realize in pure terror that you recognize it. Your eyes flash up to the person you knocked over only to find yourself meeting eyes with your Naruto OC.
Well then...this should be interesting.
You don't know what happened and you don't know how. One minuet you were getting ready for your team's mission, just walking out the door actually. Next thing you know you're in some weird clothes, in a weird place, and just what the hell happened to all your ninja gear? You look around and see many other kids dressed like you, talking excitedly to other people or running around searching frantically for something. A voice startles you and a few others who seem to be just as confused as you are.
"All new students please report to the Auditorium! All new students to the Auditorium!"
Your head whips around, searching for the location of the voice only to end up more confused when most of the other people around you don't seem scared or startled at all. Seeing your distress, a short woman with glasses approaches you, her nametag reading, "Mrs. McNeil."
"You look lost sweetheart, are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you around before..." Well, you were definitely new, so you just nodded, still feeling a bit confused and somewhat scared. The woman smiles warmly, which actually calms you down a bit.
"Well, the Auditorium's right down that hallway over there, last door on the right." She instructs, pointing to some hallway. You thank her and follow her directions and soon find yourself entering a large room with a lot of seats and a stage in the front. A man is talking when you arrive so you cautiously find a seat and listen to what he's saying.
"-...and welcome to Eastern Shore High School! Home of the Jaguars!" Your eyes widen in fear as you search frantically for the Jaguars.
"I know all of you are wondering how you got here, and I will get to that in just a moment, but there is something you need to know first." The man eyes the crowd before him and you follow his gaze, recognizing a few fellow ninja.
"You were all created. You're not real. You're not-what do the kids call it? Canon. Yeah, that's it, you're not Canon characters. Every single person in this room, except for myself, are an OC : Original Character, created by someone who attends this school." Your mind is blown by his words. While you, and everyone in the room really, attempt to pick up the shattered remains of your existence, the man begins speaking again. He tells everyone that their goal is to find the person who created them, befriend them, and survive in this world. At least until Graduation. He informs the occupants of the room that in this world, the real world, there is no chakra, no jutsu, no powers what so ever. The man then begins to explain how the real world works, as well as what everything is and how it's used (Cars=driving, Driving=getting places faster, etc). Before he leaves, he instructs the students to enter their full name in the computer on the stage to receive their schedule, living arrangements, as well as the name of the person who created them.
"Good luck with the next four years, you're gonna need it!" The man cheerfully says before literally disappearing. At hearing that, you along with the entire auditorium scream in shock, fury, and a tad bit of fear.
"FOUR YEARS?!!?!"
Regular OC Intro :
You found the transition of going from being at the top of the food chain in middle school last year, to being right back at the bottom now quite odd. You'd heard of the apparent hell that is High School but you tried not to be too intimidated. Sure, all of your friend moved, you don't really know anyone, you're expected to get good grades, graduate on time, get a job, and make something of yourself. But that's not too difficult, right?
...
Ok, maybe having, like, two friends wouldn't be too bad. You head to the office to pick up your schedule and student ID and begin wondering the halls searching for your first class. As you watch a group of fellow students gush about having the same classes, you start to long for a friend.
Well, ask and you shall receive.
Just as you glance down to get another peek at your schedule, another body collides with yours. You and the person you sent sprawling on to the ground begin to apologize to each other and gather your now scattered books. As you reach for the other person's schedule, you see their name and realize in pure terror that you recognize it. Your eyes flash up to the person you knocked over only to find yourself meeting eyes with your Naruto OC.
Well then...this should be interesting.