Name: Hotaru Okamoto

Magical Girl Alias: Banshee

Age: 17

Personality: Fiesty, fierce, and dedicated to protecting all those ahe meets, Hotaru tends to jump headlong into battle before anyone else. She seems to care less about ratings in the sense of popularity and more for the boost of energy they provide her with while fighting. She can be seen as stubborn, because she never backs down. Many people have told her that she has too much of a temper, and well as that she's too smart for her own good. 

On a more personal level, Hotaru is compassionate and devoted. She loves life, the world, and people. The type of person who marvels at everything and appreciates this chance she has to fight back and save it all from destruction. She is almost eternally upbeat and always encourages others to do their best to be strong. 

Biography: 
~5 Years Prior~
The rain fell steadily faster on the windowpane as the wellwishers packed up, until soon only Hotaru and her father remained. The silence between them was tense, unspoken words ready to burst. Her father turned slightly, back straightening as he prepared himself to launch into a long tirade, but the girl beat him to it. In a soft, quiet voice barely audible over the rain, she whispered to him, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it."

A hand raced through the air before Hotaru could react, striking her cheek and sending her sprawling into the hospital floor. The sting hadn't faded when her father, in a tense and controlled voice, began. "It doesn't matter what you meant to do, Taru. What happened, happened. There is no undoing this. Do you understand that? That you can't go back and stop it from having happened? All of this... it is on you now."

"Father, please! You know I would never hurt her intentionally, it was an accident, I was just sca-"

"Control yourself, Taru."

"-red and I didn't know what to do and I- I- I-"

A hand covered her mouth, stopping the small vibrations that had been trembling through the air. The girl looked up with wide forest coloured eyes as she struggled to hold back tears. The man looking down at her had no sympathy in his eyes, nor love; only a stern, simmering anger that he was desperately trying to repress. 

"Control. Maybe if we had taught you that from the start, none of this would have happened. You need to be educated on how to control this. How can you expect to live any kind of life if everytime you are afraid, you hurt someone with your voice?" 

Slowly, he lifted his hand off her mouth. Images were running through her head. The open front door, the man in the black hoodie who's face was always missing, her mother running in front of her and trying to push her back. Scared and confused, Hotaru run to the end of the hall and cowered in the corner, watching her mother try to take the man down. But she wasn't winning, and the noise in her head was too much to take anymore... so she let it out in one long screech. Photos hanging on the wall shattered, and both her mother and the man were sent flying through the air. The man crashed through the door, while her mother hit the railing on the staircase. When Hotaru tried to stop screaming, she found she couldn't and that her power had taken over her. The twelve year old screamed until she fell unconcious.

"How can I have any life? I'm a freak." The two stared at each other in a silent standoff. With a sigh, her father caved and looked down. He reached a hand into his jacket and pulled out an official looking letter, holding it out for Hotaru to read. The girl looked at it intensely, the first words visable before she had even reached out to take it. 'We believe that it would be in both your and your daughter's best interest for her to be transferred immediately.'  "That's it then? You're going to hand me off to some strangers and forget I exist?"

"WHAT OTHER CHOICE DO I HAVE? I CAN'T RAISE YOU. I CAN'T HELP YOU, HOTARU." The rage that had been simmering broke free as he threw the papers at her feet, his breathing becoming heavy as he tried to gain control again. "You... are too dangerous to be around Satoshi. What if you hurt him? He's only five. I can't... I can't take care of both of you, Taru."

The girl nodded and stared at the ground as it set in. She had known from a young age that her father was afraid of her. Her mother had been her one ally, and now she couldn't help her anymore- not laying in a coma in the hospital. She knew the likelihood of her mother waking up was slim. She was alone after all. "When do I leave?"
Primary Power: 

[i]~Shatter Speech~[/i]

Hotaru has an interesting power. It is innate, and cannot be supressed since it's activation, and seems to grow in power as time passes. Her voice causes vibrations that rack the body of her opponents and cause internal damage. It can do as little as causing minor balance issues and nosebleeds to various internal damages and side effects. Viens and arteries rupture first and cause extreme internal bleeding, and then the organs will begin to stress. It can cause vomiting, and if the wrong things get torn, it can cause paralysis, both temporarily and permanently. It hurts her to use her powers, eventually. It causes weakness, tiredness, rupturing vocal cords, and eventually blackouts. The strain on her body can cause random bruising and bosebleeds. It takes her up to a day to recharge. 

Secondary Power:

[i]~Balance Break~[/i]

By humming, she can cause the vibrations to travel through her body. This is especially useful if she is touching her opponent but risks hurting herself with backlash if she uses her primary power. The vibrations are forced off her skin and onto her enemy, which causes balance issues and confusion, as though they had spun around in circles.

Tertiary Skill: 

[i]~Kickboxing With A Twist~[/i]

Although her powers are intense, and tend to be overkill on some opponents, it doesn't actually KILL. Therefore, she uses a "customized" version of kickboxing and a pair of spiked brass knuckles to finish them off.

Hyper Power: 

[i]~Vibration Tornado~[/i]

When about to die, use your biggest gun you have left. In Banshee's case, that would the Vibration Tornado. It's caused when she channels every bit of spareable energy she has into her skin and voice. She spins like a top, and the vibrations rise off her in loops that quikly escalate to a tornado. She pushes it in the direction of her opponent with a quick use of her Shatter Speech. It causes immediate internal bleeding and rupturing, as well as paralysis, to anything in its path. It leaves her with just enough adrenaline and energy to finish them off with her knuckles before she passes out and reverts to her normal form. 

She sleeps for three to five days directly after, and is rendered mute and powerless for up to two weeks, though it typically is fully recovered by a week if she takes care of herself. 

Clutch Power:

[i]~Fists of Rage~[/i]

By channeling the fear and anger of people around her into herself, Banshee can create giant projections of her brass knuckles. The size depends on the levels of negative emotions surrounding her, as well as the power behind them. She doesn't get long with them, maybe eight minutes tops before they shut down and leave her a defenseless pile on the street. She has to make them count.

Appearance:

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Appearance After Transformation:

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