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A special, superhuman ability an individual can possess. Quirks are inherited genetically and typically manifest in children by the age of four, at the latest. They are generally unique to their user, and are classified in multiple categories.
[Emitter-Type Quirks] usually require a conscious effort to activate and grant its user the ability to either release certain substances, or alter materials around them in certain ways.
- Blink - A limited teleportation quirk, that allows the user to move a short distances in an instant.
- Solar System - The user's personal gravitational field is far stronger than normal and possess some control over it.
- Radar - Allows the user to detect and sense the environment, being aware of every nook and cranny, every subtle movement someone makes in a given area.
- Pinball Wizard - A quirk that's loosely connected to magnetism that allows the user to attract and repel any metal object
- Freeze Bomb - Allows the user to creates balls of water, that upon exploding, are capable of encasing everything around it in a layer of ice.
- Gust - Grants the user the ability to blow wind out of her pores; these are also capable of sucking wind in, amplifying the blown out air.
- Spin - Allows the user to spin anything they touch.
[Transformation-Type Quirks] allow the user to temporarily alter their body in a variety of manners, sometimes enhancing existing features or perhaps adding new features to the body altogether.
- Color Change - A quirk that bestows the user the ability to alter the color of any part of their body.
[Mutant-Type Quirks] cause the user to exhibit irregular features that generally have some sort of purpose to them. Whether it be bodily alteration or enhancing preexisting abilities
- Canine Aspect - Grants the user characteristics and abilities of a German Shepherd.
- Wild Growth - Vine like tentacles sprout from the user's head that have the ability to stretch and grow, which can controlled at will.
- Regeneration - The user heals much faster then an average human being.
- Calculator - The user of this quirk is genius with numbers, able to perform calculations faster than most computers and understand complex mathematical concepts almost intuitively. This ability also extends to one's senses and memory as long as the stimuli is number-related.
- Stamina - The user is blessed with an insane amount of endurance, tenacity, and tolerance to pain. They barely need to any form of sustenance and can last days without sleep.
- Little Dragon - A quirk that grants characteristics of a dragon. Namely a dragon's horns, tail, wings, claws, and ability to breath fire.
- Sun Wukong/Monkey King - Users share physiology of a monkey or ape, granting them incredible strength, stamina, agility, and the ability to loud howls and yells unlike a human could.
- Rubber Muscle Overcharge - A mutation in the user's muscle fibers allows them to build tension when certain movements are performed, granting them increased strength. The user would appear double jointed and almost rubbery.
[NAME]
Shouichi Sakihata
[GENDER]
Male
[AGE]
15
[PERSONALITY]
Shou doesn't like to speak. Not because he has nothing to say: on the contrary, he could go for hours if it was on a favorite topic of his. But rather, because he doesn't, he's something of a stuttering mess when he does speak, even as derision is more likely to stay his tongue than shyness. His mind is a place of bitterness, where he guesses and second guesses his place and those around him, paranoia often guiding his actions and words.
[BACKSTORY]
Hot blooded cries for victory, metal fists bashing against each other, fires of passion burning red: Shou didn't have a clue what was going on, but the pure spirit and heart captured in the last episode of a classic mech show rerun affected Shou deeply, even when he had no context to go on. To say it changed his life wouldn't be an understatement: he'd always liked anime and manga, but in comparison, it just seemed like kid's stuff after his revelation. But as he tried to share his love, the fourth grade Shouichi was without luck. His father was always getting ready for work or too exhausted from it, his mother had a placid reaction to just about everything, and his older brother was utterly disinterested, focused on his studies. Such a boring, normal family: it was hard to imagine they all had Quirks. But in trying to introduce his classmates to his newfound interest, he was similarly rebuked. But even though he had no one to connect with, he couldn't simply stop enjoying it. The internet served as an outlet, allowing him even more exposure to the world he'd discovered, finding fans, other series... As he engrossed himself in that sphere, he was starting to find the idea of school and friends a bit overrated.
As he entered middle school, his days were spent merely wondering when he could back home, and when he was home, Shou would stay up late into the night on his computer. When his mother because impatient with his lack of interest as the two of them ate their dinner in the otherwise empty house (husband working, brother off to college), she simply started taking meals to him. And as Shou realized a strict, daily attendance wasn't mandatory as long as he kept his grades up (something he found all too easy at his local public school), and left his room even less frequently. For him it was bliss: all the media right at his fingertips, food delivered right to his door. He didn't even see her any more unless he was going to school, often timing his bathroom breaks to avoid her.
Then, as Shou entered his final year of middle school, his father pushed his way in, making a change. To Shou, it came from nowhere: had his seclusion actually bothered his parents that much? But he wasn't allowed room to argue as he was stripped of his access to their funds directly and cut off from his mother's cooking. No longer could he buy games digitally or order anime or manga: he was only allowed cash, given a bit more to account for food. "No shipping costs," his dad reasoned, adding that it was pointless for his mother to slave over home cooked meals she couldn't see be enjoyed. It was heavy handed, but Shou was too stubborn to let this affect him. He was still going to school, so forcing himself to interact with people wasn't an issue, and buying convenience store food was more of a plus in his eyes since he was no longer restricted to any schedule. Now, his nights involved trips out to spend some of his allowance, his room quickly became even more cluttered with garbage from instant meals and snacks.
It was a game, and he was winning. Never mind that he'd manipulated his schedule to avoid his parents, fearing their judging eyes. Ignore that he spent most of school past homeroom eating in bathroom stalls or sleeping in the nurse's office. Put aside the 30 pounds he gained from eating junk food unchecked. His habits were more than enough for him to get by. He could live like this forever...
Continued in Sample Post.
As he entered middle school, his days were spent merely wondering when he could back home, and when he was home, Shou would stay up late into the night on his computer. When his mother because impatient with his lack of interest as the two of them ate their dinner in the otherwise empty house (husband working, brother off to college), she simply started taking meals to him. And as Shou realized a strict, daily attendance wasn't mandatory as long as he kept his grades up (something he found all too easy at his local public school), and left his room even less frequently. For him it was bliss: all the media right at his fingertips, food delivered right to his door. He didn't even see her any more unless he was going to school, often timing his bathroom breaks to avoid her.
Then, as Shou entered his final year of middle school, his father pushed his way in, making a change. To Shou, it came from nowhere: had his seclusion actually bothered his parents that much? But he wasn't allowed room to argue as he was stripped of his access to their funds directly and cut off from his mother's cooking. No longer could he buy games digitally or order anime or manga: he was only allowed cash, given a bit more to account for food. "No shipping costs," his dad reasoned, adding that it was pointless for his mother to slave over home cooked meals she couldn't see be enjoyed. It was heavy handed, but Shou was too stubborn to let this affect him. He was still going to school, so forcing himself to interact with people wasn't an issue, and buying convenience store food was more of a plus in his eyes since he was no longer restricted to any schedule. Now, his nights involved trips out to spend some of his allowance, his room quickly became even more cluttered with garbage from instant meals and snacks.
It was a game, and he was winning. Never mind that he'd manipulated his schedule to avoid his parents, fearing their judging eyes. Ignore that he spent most of school past homeroom eating in bathroom stalls or sleeping in the nurse's office. Put aside the 30 pounds he gained from eating junk food unchecked. His habits were more than enough for him to get by. He could live like this forever...
Continued in Sample Post.
[QUIRK]
Blink - A limited teleportation Quirk, Shou is able to teleport a short distance in an instant, no more than five meters, and anything beyond three is pushing his embarrassing endurance to its limits. A Blink is accompanied by a light 'jerk', and the slight pops of displaced air, both as he creates a small vacuum where he once stood and as displaces the air where he appears. The 'jerk' is the light kinetic force that results from pulling himself through space, and serves as his limitations (as in, if he's up against something stronger than that force, he could be in trouble). Anything 'grabbing' him, like clothing or another person, will come along for the ride, unless the force is not that great. A leaf laying on his head has no grip, thus will hang over empty air once he's gone. Something heavy laying down on him, or someone with their hand around their throat, will no doubt come along as well. Though in some situations this might be desirable, the added weight adds strain to every Blink, regardless of whether he wants to bring it along or not. As for the point of his arrival, that light force also determines if the teleportation will be successful. Air, water, or other light fluids will be displaced around him as he appears because they are light enough to be pushed aside. This even goes for light solids like mud or leaves, but something like packed dirt or stone is to tough for him to Blink into. As a general rule of thumb, if a normal person can't run a hand through it, he can't Blink into it. And should he try, he won't appear within it, instead only going as far as the surface, bounced back as if he'd walked straight into it. Moving to the other side of something is well within his capabilities though, but if he can't see the other side he might be in for a surprise. Due to Shou's endurance, he can only teleport every ten seconds or so without getting overly winded. Rapid successions might leave him collapsed on the ground gasping for air.
In theory, further practice will not only decrease the cooldown time, but increase his range and force as well. If it is possible to change his orientation (for example, vanishing while facing one direction and appearing while facing another) then he has yet to display this potential.
In theory, further practice will not only decrease the cooldown time, but increase his range and force as well. If it is possible to change his orientation (for example, vanishing while facing one direction and appearing while facing another) then he has yet to display this potential.
[SKILLS]
Otaku Aficionado ā Shou knows his way back and forth the internet domains of nerd cultures, having great depth in some very specific fields of knowledge. His general computer usage skills might lead to him finding more general information, software, or programs faster than most others on average,
That's It ā Really.
That's It ā Really.
[SAMPLE POST]
Letting out a stiff yawn, Shouichi double clicked an icon, a game title screen popping up after a few moments. He beamed in pride, taking in the altered art for a few moments, having 100%ed it just earlier today. He didn't want to play right now, he just wanted to bask. After the title song finally wound down, he closed the application, before eyeing a folder on his desktop: a show he'd already watched half of, and his heart stirred as he imagined knocking out the rest of it once he awoke.
Turning off his monitor, he slipped off his chair, knocking aside a few loose food packages, before flopping onto his futon. Pulling his dakimura closer, he let the warmth encompass him. Closing his eyes, he'd never been more fulfil-
BANG BANG BANG
Hopping up, he gasped, "Wh-wh-wh-wh-what?"
The door crawled open, each creak sending a pang of fear into his heart. Looking up, he saw his father looking down at him, nose crinkling at the barrage of scents he'd no doubt just encountered. He spoke, but his voice was...blurry? Was that even possible?
"You're up early this morning: for school I hope?" he asked. Shou didn't have the energy to disappoint him. "I wanted to talk about your high school choices. You won't have to worry, I've enrolled you to an institution..." He seemed to sense Shou's fatigue. "...It's headed by a Hero named Tumble." Shou's head rocked back and forth, wobbling with his consciousness. The man let out a sigh of defeat, saying, "I'll brief you later then. Good night."
As the door closed, Shou flopped down, eyes fluttering shut, a few words passing through his brain. School... Institution... Tumble... Tumble the Hero? Very funny, Shou wasn't Hero material by a longshot. But if he were...to be sent to...
Shou shot up like a rocket. "Ehhhh?" he shuddered fearfully, sweat beading on his forehead. He gripped his body pillow tighter, which was the least heroic thing he could possibly imagine anyone doing...
Turning off his monitor, he slipped off his chair, knocking aside a few loose food packages, before flopping onto his futon. Pulling his dakimura closer, he let the warmth encompass him. Closing his eyes, he'd never been more fulfil-
BANG BANG BANG
Hopping up, he gasped, "Wh-wh-wh-wh-what?"
The door crawled open, each creak sending a pang of fear into his heart. Looking up, he saw his father looking down at him, nose crinkling at the barrage of scents he'd no doubt just encountered. He spoke, but his voice was...blurry? Was that even possible?
"You're up early this morning: for school I hope?" he asked. Shou didn't have the energy to disappoint him. "I wanted to talk about your high school choices. You won't have to worry, I've enrolled you to an institution..." He seemed to sense Shou's fatigue. "...It's headed by a Hero named Tumble." Shou's head rocked back and forth, wobbling with his consciousness. The man let out a sigh of defeat, saying, "I'll brief you later then. Good night."
As the door closed, Shou flopped down, eyes fluttering shut, a few words passing through his brain. School... Institution... Tumble... Tumble the Hero? Very funny, Shou wasn't Hero material by a longshot. But if he were...to be sent to...
Shou shot up like a rocket. "Ehhhh?" he shuddered fearfully, sweat beading on his forehead. He gripped his body pillow tighter, which was the least heroic thing he could possibly imagine anyone doing...
This is a picture of what he would look with his quirk, as illustrated by person who has the quirk to draw what people would look like if they was quirkless. He has dog-like ears and a tail, which are covered by the same blonde hair as his head, except the tips are a dark black color. His right eye is blue, where his left eye is golden. He typically wears a hoodie with the hood down, and blue jeans with sneakers, even for formal events when he can get away with it. The only time he will pull the hood up is when he is trying to not be recognized. He does not actually have any piercings.
[NAME]
Jason "Fenrir" Williams
[GENDER]
Male
[AGE]
17
[PERSONALITY]
Fenrir usually has an air of uneasy calmness, usually be sarcastic and abrasive but not necessarily anti-social. He is quick to anger, but hard to goad into a fight unless someone else attacks him first, at which point it is hard to separate him from whoever he is fighting.
Despite clearly having the features of a common dog, Fenrir insists that he has the features of a wolf. However, whenever referred to as a dog, his reaction is typically more annoyed than angered. When someone tries to insult him by calling him a dog, or something to the effect, he usually retorts in a smug manner.
He has very little care for social etiquette, wearing informal clothing to formal events, eating very messily, sometimes tearing into raw meat in public places.
Despite clearly having the features of a common dog, Fenrir insists that he has the features of a wolf. However, whenever referred to as a dog, his reaction is typically more annoyed than angered. When someone tries to insult him by calling him a dog, or something to the effect, he usually retorts in a smug manner.
He has very little care for social etiquette, wearing informal clothing to formal events, eating very messily, sometimes tearing into raw meat in public places.
[BACKSTORY]
Fenrir was born in the US. His mother disappeared shortly after giving birth to him. After his months disappearance, him and his father moved to Japan. His father tried to be a good father, but was often busy at work and was always emotionally distant.
At the young age of 15, he ran away and joined a small street gang and gained a new father figure in the form of the gang leader, who was in his late fourties. Two months ago, the leader who goes by the name Loki, was accused of super villiany. In order to avoid having the gang being dragged down with him, he turned himself in.
One month ago, Fenrir left the gang out of both frustration that no one else even tried to help their former leader, and that he hated the person who took over the gang, believing him to be a "Slimy, cowardly, greedy rattlesnake."
He has recently joined Tumble willingly, believing that he if could become a hero, he can save the only person who ever mattered to him.
At the young age of 15, he ran away and joined a small street gang and gained a new father figure in the form of the gang leader, who was in his late fourties. Two months ago, the leader who goes by the name Loki, was accused of super villiany. In order to avoid having the gang being dragged down with him, he turned himself in.
One month ago, Fenrir left the gang out of both frustration that no one else even tried to help their former leader, and that he hated the person who took over the gang, believing him to be a "Slimy, cowardly, greedy rattlesnake."
He has recently joined Tumble willingly, believing that he if could become a hero, he can save the only person who ever mattered to him.
[QUIRK]
Canine Aspects - Fenrir possesses the ears and tail of a german shepherd. In addition, his tongue appears slightly longer and flatter than normal, and his nose has a bit of a dark hue and is slightly wet to the touch. The palms of his hands and feet are more apparently black and slightly thicker and has a leathery texture. In addition, his fingernails form claws.
Due to quirk, he has enhanced smell, taste, and hearing. He is slightly faster and stronger than the average quirkless human, but this enhanced speed and strength is within normal ranges.
His quirk has several weaknesses; he is more easily overwhelmed by strong odors or sounds, and will react in a similar fashion to a dog if he hears a dog-whistle. In addition, he seems easily distracted. It is unknown if this is caused by his quirk, or if this has another cause.
Other canines seem to inherently friendly or at least neutral to him, including non-domesticated canines.
Due to quirk, he has enhanced smell, taste, and hearing. He is slightly faster and stronger than the average quirkless human, but this enhanced speed and strength is within normal ranges.
His quirk has several weaknesses; he is more easily overwhelmed by strong odors or sounds, and will react in a similar fashion to a dog if he hears a dog-whistle. In addition, he seems easily distracted. It is unknown if this is caused by his quirk, or if this has another cause.
Other canines seem to inherently friendly or at least neutral to him, including non-domesticated canines.
[SKILLS]
Fenrir is not good at many things, however his time as a gang member did teach him some important life lessons. He is multilingual, knowing three different languages; English, Japanese, and Spanish. And knows how to pick locks. He also knows Morse Code.
[SAMPLE POST]
Fenrir stormed up to this agency place he heard about, his footsteps loud against the concrete. He took his hand and made a fist, slamming against the side of door to make a hardy knock. He drew back his fist again, and beat against the door.
He put his face against the door of the building. "I know you can hear me. Let me in. I hear you are taking in us street trash and trying to make us heroes or something. I want in." He waited only a few seconds before drawing his hand back again and knock on it once more.
"What, am I am not good enough for this stupid little club or yours. You would be lucky to include this wolf on your team." Once again, he waited about two seconds before once again slamming his hand against the door.
"Are you only taking in the ones you think you can fix? Like the rest of us are broken beyond repair or something." He waited only a few seconds longer, before banging on the door twice.
"I need this. For a frie.. For my father." he said, and before he could knock again, the door opened revealing Tumble. "Huh, didn't think you was a girl. Oh well, were do I sign up?"
He put his face against the door of the building. "I know you can hear me. Let me in. I hear you are taking in us street trash and trying to make us heroes or something. I want in." He waited only a few seconds before drawing his hand back again and knock on it once more.
"What, am I am not good enough for this stupid little club or yours. You would be lucky to include this wolf on your team." Once again, he waited about two seconds before once again slamming his hand against the door.
"Are you only taking in the ones you think you can fix? Like the rest of us are broken beyond repair or something." He waited only a few seconds longer, before banging on the door twice.
"I need this. For a frie.. For my father." he said, and before he could knock again, the door opened revealing Tumble. "Huh, didn't think you was a girl. Oh well, were do I sign up?"
[NAME]
Reina Mori
[GENDER]
Female
[AGE]
17
[PERSONALITY]
Reina is reserved due to a lack of self-confidence and deep-seated general feeling of inferiority brought on in recent years. Her quirk has naturally led to her being left alone most of her life due to the trouble it tends to cause, and she's become quick to snap lightly at those who suggest anything she might not like. When she speaks, she tends to be blunt and to the point, mostly in an effort to not take up too much of other's time.
This mildly abrasive personality is more of a defense mechanism than anything, and it's not difficult to see her more 'true' nature beneath it after spending a bit of time around her. The girl finds genuine interest in other people, and while she hasn't made many real friends in her life, it's not for lack of want. She has an overwhelmingly strong sense of justice, naturally wanting to help people for as long as she can remember, and will absolutely go out of her way to do so however she can. She's the first to admit she's not totally selfless, though, and she often finds herself feeling guilty over the fact that she craves recognition for anything she does--these feelings don't help her surface-level abrasiveness and leads to her often pushing people away in attempts to convince herself she doesn't need that recognition, making it hard to become close to her.
Contrary to her quiet persona, Reina also has a usually well-concealed fire within her. When something catches her interest and she acts like she has something to prove to the world, for better or for worse, it takes a lot to get her to focus elsewhere. This trait is one of the reasons she can sometimes act like a bit of an endearing dork, moreso around people she's grown comfortable with due to her dropping her guard without realizing.
This mildly abrasive personality is more of a defense mechanism than anything, and it's not difficult to see her more 'true' nature beneath it after spending a bit of time around her. The girl finds genuine interest in other people, and while she hasn't made many real friends in her life, it's not for lack of want. She has an overwhelmingly strong sense of justice, naturally wanting to help people for as long as she can remember, and will absolutely go out of her way to do so however she can. She's the first to admit she's not totally selfless, though, and she often finds herself feeling guilty over the fact that she craves recognition for anything she does--these feelings don't help her surface-level abrasiveness and leads to her often pushing people away in attempts to convince herself she doesn't need that recognition, making it hard to become close to her.
Contrary to her quiet persona, Reina also has a usually well-concealed fire within her. When something catches her interest and she acts like she has something to prove to the world, for better or for worse, it takes a lot to get her to focus elsewhere. This trait is one of the reasons she can sometimes act like a bit of an endearing dork, moreso around people she's grown comfortable with due to her dropping her guard without realizing.
[BACKSTORY]
Reina is an only child from a very ordinary family--something strange in such a world. With a quirkless mother and a father with the ability to weakly adjust the gravitational field of a single object at a time, it took no one by surprise when it seemed that Reina was the owner of a weak quirk that caused her personal gravity to be strong enough to annoy her and those around her, but not strong enough to do anything useful beyond getting food off the top shelf without having to grab a chair.
As Reina went through her formative years, like most children her age, she took an interest in the profession of heroes. For several years, she aimed to be accepted into a top hero school, putting everything she had into preparing herself for that.
It wasn't enough. Unable to make progress with her quirk without any guidance, she was rejected by schools with good reputations one-by-one. Those few who had been supporting her made excuses for her--'your's was a tough, hyper-competitive year' and the like. It didn't change the fact that she wasn't good enough.
Having always been a quiet girl, she began to close up even more. Deciding she simply shouldn't be a hero, she chose to listen to her parent's advice to avoid any of the smaller, no-name hero academies and instead go to a more prestigious traditional school.
'There's no shame in it, the world needs lawyers and business owners as much as it needs heroes,' her parents would say.
But there was shame in it. Reina had tried--she'd done everything she could, and it wasn't good enough.
The next few years went by, various obsessions that grabbed her attention coming and going, but through it all her interest in heroes stayed true. She kept up to date on the scene, and despite hating how it hurt to know she couldn't become one, she couldn't stop herself. It was the one obsession that had never faded from the day it had taken her, and she couldn't shake it if she tried. Never admitting it to herself, deep down she knew she harbored the faintest hope and longing that she might get a second chance.
Only a month ago, Reina made a sudden breakthrough with her quirk. revealing it's potential to be far greater than previously thought. A harmless late-night trip to a convenience store turned into a terrifying experience when a gun-toting, regenerating villain made an appearance, on the run from heroes. Reina was grabbed to be used as a hostage, but before anything else could happen, in her panic, she had used her quirk to push away the villain through the glass door he had come from. The dazed man was quickly apprehended and the heroes on scene had apparently taken note of Reina, one even coming up to speak with her while she was being tended to and calmed down by a paramedic.
The next few weeks went by uneventfully after that incident, though Reina began to experiment more with her quirk, the desire to become a hero burning stronger within her than it had in a long time. On the surface, she continued to go to school, study as much as she could stomach, and help her parents keep the house in order.
As Reina went through her formative years, like most children her age, she took an interest in the profession of heroes. For several years, she aimed to be accepted into a top hero school, putting everything she had into preparing herself for that.
It wasn't enough. Unable to make progress with her quirk without any guidance, she was rejected by schools with good reputations one-by-one. Those few who had been supporting her made excuses for her--'your's was a tough, hyper-competitive year' and the like. It didn't change the fact that she wasn't good enough.
Having always been a quiet girl, she began to close up even more. Deciding she simply shouldn't be a hero, she chose to listen to her parent's advice to avoid any of the smaller, no-name hero academies and instead go to a more prestigious traditional school.
'There's no shame in it, the world needs lawyers and business owners as much as it needs heroes,' her parents would say.
But there was shame in it. Reina had tried--she'd done everything she could, and it wasn't good enough.
The next few years went by, various obsessions that grabbed her attention coming and going, but through it all her interest in heroes stayed true. She kept up to date on the scene, and despite hating how it hurt to know she couldn't become one, she couldn't stop herself. It was the one obsession that had never faded from the day it had taken her, and she couldn't shake it if she tried. Never admitting it to herself, deep down she knew she harbored the faintest hope and longing that she might get a second chance.
Only a month ago, Reina made a sudden breakthrough with her quirk. revealing it's potential to be far greater than previously thought. A harmless late-night trip to a convenience store turned into a terrifying experience when a gun-toting, regenerating villain made an appearance, on the run from heroes. Reina was grabbed to be used as a hostage, but before anything else could happen, in her panic, she had used her quirk to push away the villain through the glass door he had come from. The dazed man was quickly apprehended and the heroes on scene had apparently taken note of Reina, one even coming up to speak with her while she was being tended to and calmed down by a paramedic.
The next few weeks went by uneventfully after that incident, though Reina began to experiment more with her quirk, the desire to become a hero burning stronger within her than it had in a long time. On the surface, she continued to go to school, study as much as she could stomach, and help her parents keep the house in order.
[QUIRK]
Solar System - Reina's personal gravitational field is far stronger than normal, and she has some control over it. In the quirk's default state, when Reina isn't making any effort to consciously manipulate it, its pull can be felt at least weakly up to several metres away. Standing directly next to her in this default would feel like a constant firm push towards her.
Reina can increase and decrease the force of this pull, and during her encounter with the villain, discovered that decreasing the force enough will cause her gravitational field to repulse instead of attract. Like most quirks, this manipulation is similar to any other muscle in her body in that she can train it to increase her maximum strength and endurance when using it. Due to the indiscriminate nature of this ability, it can be detrimental to use in team situations without proper coordination and communication.
Finally, Reina has exactly seven black-coloured orbs lazily orbiting around her, each only about an inch in diameter. She's spent her life thinking of them as only a useless inconvenience, but that was shown for the first time to not be entirely true during the villain incident. In her panic, she had managed to 'activate' one of the orbs, an ability she had never even considered as a possibility. The active orb grew to the size of a volleyball and gained its own strong gravitational field. Like her own gravity, Reina had been able to adjust the push and pull the orb exerted, as well as telekinetically control it within her personal gravitational field's sphere of influence. Since the incident, however, she hasn't been able to use the ability again at all in her experimentations, and the orbs are back to being for show. It's a point of great frustration, but the knowledge that there's more to her quirk than she had ever previously thought only strengthens her drive to become a hero.
A side effect of her quirk is a 'greying' of her skin and clothes as she uses it, the effects reverting after a while of no use. The more force she's exerting, the darker she becomes, appearing to literally lose any visible colour on her body. Presumably, this will end up with her appearing as nothing more than a pitch-black silhouette.
Reina can increase and decrease the force of this pull, and during her encounter with the villain, discovered that decreasing the force enough will cause her gravitational field to repulse instead of attract. Like most quirks, this manipulation is similar to any other muscle in her body in that she can train it to increase her maximum strength and endurance when using it. Due to the indiscriminate nature of this ability, it can be detrimental to use in team situations without proper coordination and communication.
Finally, Reina has exactly seven black-coloured orbs lazily orbiting around her, each only about an inch in diameter. She's spent her life thinking of them as only a useless inconvenience, but that was shown for the first time to not be entirely true during the villain incident. In her panic, she had managed to 'activate' one of the orbs, an ability she had never even considered as a possibility. The active orb grew to the size of a volleyball and gained its own strong gravitational field. Like her own gravity, Reina had been able to adjust the push and pull the orb exerted, as well as telekinetically control it within her personal gravitational field's sphere of influence. Since the incident, however, she hasn't been able to use the ability again at all in her experimentations, and the orbs are back to being for show. It's a point of great frustration, but the knowledge that there's more to her quirk than she had ever previously thought only strengthens her drive to become a hero.
A side effect of her quirk is a 'greying' of her skin and clothes as she uses it, the effects reverting after a while of no use. The more force she's exerting, the darker she becomes, appearing to literally lose any visible colour on her body. Presumably, this will end up with her appearing as nothing more than a pitch-black silhouette.
[SKILLS]
Productive obsessions - When something grabs her interest, Reina will focus on it and learn everything about it until she reaches a competent understanding and she gets bored of it. Anything goes--from fighting games, to chess, to volleyball, to math--it just has to be something she can impress people with.
Multitasker - Unable to dedicate all of her time to the single thing that has her attention at a given moment (lest the rest of her life falls apart), Reina has become adept at focusing on multiple things at once. Important homework due but she's completely absorbed in teaching herself animation? Doing both at the same time is the correct option.
Athletic - She's made a habit of working out from the time she became interested in becoming a hero, and it's stuck despite her failures. Along with the occasional obsession with specific sports, Reina is deceptively athletic for her small frame.
Multitasker - Unable to dedicate all of her time to the single thing that has her attention at a given moment (lest the rest of her life falls apart), Reina has become adept at focusing on multiple things at once. Important homework due but she's completely absorbed in teaching herself animation? Doing both at the same time is the correct option.
Athletic - She's made a habit of working out from the time she became interested in becoming a hero, and it's stuck despite her failures. Along with the occasional obsession with specific sports, Reina is deceptively athletic for her small frame.
[SAMPLE POST]
Reina stood just outside her home's front entrance, heavy drops of rain battering her umbrella loudly. She took in the smell of the rain, letting out an almost content sigh--poor weather by most people's standards, but it seemed to help keep her in a relatively good mood despite a long school day.
She looked down at the envelopes in her hand, given to her not thirty seconds earlier by the mail man--she had coincidentally gotten home right as he was heading up to her door. One of the envelopes caught her eye, looking fancier than the others. Careful not to drop her umbrella, she flipped through the bills and advertisements to bring the interesting envelop to the top of the pile.
And her heart stopped for a moment.
Tumble. The letter was from the hero's agency.
Reina stared, wide-eyed, unsure what to make of it, telling herself not to hope for too much. She ordered herself to not expect anything. She wouldn't let her stupid fantasy hurt her like that. She stuffed the rest of the mail into her sweater's pocket, taking one more look at the envelope in her shaking hands. She swallowed hard, scolding herself as she began to open it. Despite everything she was telling herself, she couldn't keep from hoping for something. Reina Mori simply wasn't good enough. And painfully stupid too, if this hope of hers was any indication. It was probably just a request for information on the villain she had encountered. That made sense.
Her eyes began to scan the freed letter, and she could only stare and re-read it again and again, not believing its contents. Finally, it seemed to sink in, and the girl found herself beginning to cry. Weak in the knees, she let herself fall to her rear, fighting back tears and wiping away any that managed to escape.
She couldn't keep herself from smiling to no one as she read the letter again, gripping it tightly as though it were her dream itself.
A hero as great as Tumble was offering to take someone like Reina under her wing. The teen paused, mulling that over, some of the euphoria she was feeling fading a bit. All it had taken for an invitation like this was a random chance breakthrough with her quirk, revealing it as one with potential to be strong--but all the work she had put in years before hadn't been enough. There was an unfairness to it, and on top of that the girl felt like she didn't truly deserve this invitation.
She swallowed hard, reading it one more time. She hadn't done anything in three whole years with the intention of preparing herself to be a hero. This letter was something she no longer deserved--it belonged to her younger self.
Reina wiped away another pair of tears, hanging her head as she sunk deeper into her thoughts. Anger at herself flared, and she bit the corner of her mouth hard, the pain focusing her. She didn't deserve the letter, but she had it now. She owed it to her younger self--and to Tumble herself--to accept the offer and do everything she could to retroactively deserve it.
The girl climbed slowly to her feet, finally opening the door to her house and escaping from the rain.
She felt it--the fire of her obsession being stoked. She had been given her second chance, and now she just had to ignore the fear of not being good enough again.
She looked down at the envelopes in her hand, given to her not thirty seconds earlier by the mail man--she had coincidentally gotten home right as he was heading up to her door. One of the envelopes caught her eye, looking fancier than the others. Careful not to drop her umbrella, she flipped through the bills and advertisements to bring the interesting envelop to the top of the pile.
And her heart stopped for a moment.
Tumble. The letter was from the hero's agency.
Reina stared, wide-eyed, unsure what to make of it, telling herself not to hope for too much. She ordered herself to not expect anything. She wouldn't let her stupid fantasy hurt her like that. She stuffed the rest of the mail into her sweater's pocket, taking one more look at the envelope in her shaking hands. She swallowed hard, scolding herself as she began to open it. Despite everything she was telling herself, she couldn't keep from hoping for something. Reina Mori simply wasn't good enough. And painfully stupid too, if this hope of hers was any indication. It was probably just a request for information on the villain she had encountered. That made sense.
Her eyes began to scan the freed letter, and she could only stare and re-read it again and again, not believing its contents. Finally, it seemed to sink in, and the girl found herself beginning to cry. Weak in the knees, she let herself fall to her rear, fighting back tears and wiping away any that managed to escape.
She couldn't keep herself from smiling to no one as she read the letter again, gripping it tightly as though it were her dream itself.
A hero as great as Tumble was offering to take someone like Reina under her wing. The teen paused, mulling that over, some of the euphoria she was feeling fading a bit. All it had taken for an invitation like this was a random chance breakthrough with her quirk, revealing it as one with potential to be strong--but all the work she had put in years before hadn't been enough. There was an unfairness to it, and on top of that the girl felt like she didn't truly deserve this invitation.
She swallowed hard, reading it one more time. She hadn't done anything in three whole years with the intention of preparing herself to be a hero. This letter was something she no longer deserved--it belonged to her younger self.
Reina wiped away another pair of tears, hanging her head as she sunk deeper into her thoughts. Anger at herself flared, and she bit the corner of her mouth hard, the pain focusing her. She didn't deserve the letter, but she had it now. She owed it to her younger self--and to Tumble herself--to accept the offer and do everything she could to retroactively deserve it.
The girl climbed slowly to her feet, finally opening the door to her house and escaping from the rain.
She felt it--the fire of her obsession being stoked. She had been given her second chance, and now she just had to ignore the fear of not being good enough again.
[OTHERS]
- Reina's been hit in the face by small objects often thanks to her quirk. All it takes is a moment of forgetting her surroundings or a split-second lapse in keeping her gravitational field weak and bam.
- Her favourite song at the moment, a character theme of sorts.
- Her favourite song at the moment, a character theme of sorts.
Patches The Man Who Sold the World
Member
Seen
5 yrs ago
[APPEARANCE]
This image doesn't fully match the appearance I have in mind for her. She has shorter hair and her eyes are grey in color. Maybe a bit messier. But other than that it matches her appearance.
This image doesn't fully match the appearance I have in mind for her. She has shorter hair and her eyes are grey in color. Maybe a bit messier. But other than that it matches her appearance.
[NAME]
Shen-Mu Haumea
[GENDER]
Female
[AGE]
16
[PERSONALITY]
Shen-Mu is quiet and soft spoken, usually only speaking if she needs to or if spoken to. When she does,she'll either say a short few words or go off on a tangent. Despite her lack of speaking, she is noticeably confident in her words and doesn't hold back her opinions on things.
[BACKSTORY]
Shen-Mu is the daughter of a infamous thief and a foreign woman, her foreign name being the sign of her heritage.
While her father put in the effort to raise his child from infancy to a young girl, his life of crime and her life began to cross into one another as she reached her teen years. While her body was physically weak and frail, her quirk proved to be useful to him and his colleagues, willing to take advantage of a innocent young girl. So she served as a navigator for them on their heists. Telling them wear to go, what paths were safe. It wasn't until a local hero managed to find her and took her in, resulting in the capture of her rather and his friends. Due to her age and not fully understanding what she was doing, she got the least amount of punishment among the people involved in these heists.
Now, she mostly bides her time under the supervision of a few more trustworthy individuals. Living in a boarding house. She doesn't leave the house much, unless she has someone with her. Despite her blindness, she has taken up skills in painting, mostly nature paintings.
She fantasizes that one day, she'll be useful to one or more person, someone that won't take advantage of her as her father did. She wishes that she wouldn't be seen as a mere tool but rather a person.
While her father put in the effort to raise his child from infancy to a young girl, his life of crime and her life began to cross into one another as she reached her teen years. While her body was physically weak and frail, her quirk proved to be useful to him and his colleagues, willing to take advantage of a innocent young girl. So she served as a navigator for them on their heists. Telling them wear to go, what paths were safe. It wasn't until a local hero managed to find her and took her in, resulting in the capture of her rather and his friends. Due to her age and not fully understanding what she was doing, she got the least amount of punishment among the people involved in these heists.
Now, she mostly bides her time under the supervision of a few more trustworthy individuals. Living in a boarding house. She doesn't leave the house much, unless she has someone with her. Despite her blindness, she has taken up skills in painting, mostly nature paintings.
She fantasizes that one day, she'll be useful to one or more person, someone that won't take advantage of her as her father did. She wishes that she wouldn't be seen as a mere tool but rather a person.
[QUIRK]
Radar - Radar: Despite Shen-Mu's blindness, she doesn't have an issue navigating or knowing the world around her thanks to her quirk. Her radar ability allows her to detect and sense the environment, being aware of every nook and cranny, every subtle movement someone makes. As if she possessed a thousand invisible arms, reaching out and feeling the world around her. The usual range of it is about 15 meters in radius, in a dome shape around her. When she meditates and zones out, she is able to further extend the range of it.
However, the quirk isn't without its drawbacks, other than its lack of combat ability it gives her. First off, while it allows her to navigate the world without sight, things such as screens, writing, and distant objects outside of her range, she is blind to as any other blind person would be. Second, her power isn't selective with what it can sense. If there is a ton of small objects flying through the air, such as rain, heavy snowfall, smoke, dust, or other debris, it causes a sort of interference with her powers; as she calls it "white noise."
When in use, her hair and clothes hover in the air as if she is underwater and her eyes take on a sonar like appearance, although they retain their grey color.
However, the quirk isn't without its drawbacks, other than its lack of combat ability it gives her. First off, while it allows her to navigate the world without sight, things such as screens, writing, and distant objects outside of her range, she is blind to as any other blind person would be. Second, her power isn't selective with what it can sense. If there is a ton of small objects flying through the air, such as rain, heavy snowfall, smoke, dust, or other debris, it causes a sort of interference with her powers; as she calls it "white noise."
When in use, her hair and clothes hover in the air as if she is underwater and her eyes take on a sonar like appearance, although they retain their grey color.
[SKILLS]
Painting: - To the surprise of others, she picked up painting. Due to being a shut in, she had a lot of time to practice. Most of her paintings are things outside her window, painted in greys for the most part.
Enhanced senses Her hearing is rather potent, but not to the level of animal based quirks. Her hearing became more potent to compensate for her blindness.
Navigation: Her power is more useful for when she's acting as support. Able to tell people where to go or where it's safe. She prefers to stay out of combat anyways.
Enhanced senses Her hearing is rather potent, but not to the level of animal based quirks. Her hearing became more potent to compensate for her blindness.
Navigation: Her power is more useful for when she's acting as support. Able to tell people where to go or where it's safe. She prefers to stay out of combat anyways.
[SAMPLE POST]
Shen-Mu sat in her room, surrounded by her paintings. A painting of a tree, a painting of a car, a painting of a her bedroom. Her next one was going to be of the corner outside her window. Concentrating, she focused her quirk, trying to extend its range, littel by little... Then she had it. But that wasn't the only thing she sense, there was someone just outside her door.
"Come in." she said, putting down her brush, her concentration broken. Soon, a large man stepped forward, man just about a decade older than her. From his appearance, he had some sort of insect based quirk. He could be thought of as a caretaker of sorts for her.
"I hate it when you do that." he said, holding a letter in his hand.
"I hate it when people get ready to barge into my room. Barge into it without knocking. You were going to do that weren't you?"
"...I was going to knock." He said, correcting her, his brow surrounding. Ignoring the girl's quips, he held the letter out in front of her, touching her shoulder with it so he was sure she was aware of it. "See this? You know what this is?"
To which the blind girl answered with the obvious answer. "...It's a envelope. From the size of it there is another paper in it. Could you kindly read it to me?" She said, waving her hand in front of her face, to remind her caretaker of her lack of ability to read.
"Right, sorry." The man said, taking out the note, and reading it out loud. He went into it, information about a woman who went by Tumble, a special program of sorts collecting sorts of troublemakers and misfits to become heroes, and even some info on Shen-Mu herself... As he finished the man lowered the note, staring at the young albino.
"...Listen. Shen, I know about your father, what he made you do, your little criminal record..." he said, rubbing his chin, uncertain. "I know you want to be useful to someone in the future but-"
"But what?" Shen-Mu quickly replied, picking up a small paintbrush, idly painting out a picture of the opened envelope as it sat lying on the shelf next to her. "I know you cheat on your girlfriend. The woman from the floor below? Who is she? Maybe it's the other way around?"
"Shen!" The man said, angered at the intrusion of privacy, "Don't tell anyone! It's not what you think!"
"I don't have to tell anyone." She said, having not taken her eyes off her canvas this whole conversation. "No one will know. Not either girl. On the condition that you let me go." As she finished her declaration, she finished her sketch, the envelope nicely painted out. "The blind painter. Doomed to never truly enjoy her art. Sad, isn't it, Kei?"
Kei held the letter in his hand, confused, blackmailed, and just slightly grateful at the chance to get the girl out of the house.
"Come in." she said, putting down her brush, her concentration broken. Soon, a large man stepped forward, man just about a decade older than her. From his appearance, he had some sort of insect based quirk. He could be thought of as a caretaker of sorts for her.
"I hate it when you do that." he said, holding a letter in his hand.
"I hate it when people get ready to barge into my room. Barge into it without knocking. You were going to do that weren't you?"
"...I was going to knock." He said, correcting her, his brow surrounding. Ignoring the girl's quips, he held the letter out in front of her, touching her shoulder with it so he was sure she was aware of it. "See this? You know what this is?"
To which the blind girl answered with the obvious answer. "...It's a envelope. From the size of it there is another paper in it. Could you kindly read it to me?" She said, waving her hand in front of her face, to remind her caretaker of her lack of ability to read.
"Right, sorry." The man said, taking out the note, and reading it out loud. He went into it, information about a woman who went by Tumble, a special program of sorts collecting sorts of troublemakers and misfits to become heroes, and even some info on Shen-Mu herself... As he finished the man lowered the note, staring at the young albino.
"...Listen. Shen, I know about your father, what he made you do, your little criminal record..." he said, rubbing his chin, uncertain. "I know you want to be useful to someone in the future but-"
"But what?" Shen-Mu quickly replied, picking up a small paintbrush, idly painting out a picture of the opened envelope as it sat lying on the shelf next to her. "I know you cheat on your girlfriend. The woman from the floor below? Who is she? Maybe it's the other way around?"
"Shen!" The man said, angered at the intrusion of privacy, "Don't tell anyone! It's not what you think!"
"I don't have to tell anyone." She said, having not taken her eyes off her canvas this whole conversation. "No one will know. Not either girl. On the condition that you let me go." As she finished her declaration, she finished her sketch, the envelope nicely painted out. "The blind painter. Doomed to never truly enjoy her art. Sad, isn't it, Kei?"
Kei held the letter in his hand, confused, blackmailed, and just slightly grateful at the chance to get the girl out of the house.
[OTHERS]
Her pale skin, sensitivity to the sun, and pale colored hair are all due to albinism. Her father is Japanese, but her mother isn't, because her name is Pacific East Islander in origin, it gives indication of what her heritage is.
[APPEARANCE]
[NAME]
Tommy Sparks
[GENDER]
Male
[AGE]
14
[PERSONALITY]
Tommy is a bit of a paradox as he is simultaneously incredibly lazy and clever, mostly being clever enough to find a way to keep being lazy. It's either all or nothing for him. He is a lover once he gets attached to someone he truly and dearly cares for them. It is this tendency to do all he can for those he cares for that gets him in hot water so to speak. He acts younger than his age as a way to lower other peopleās guard. Tommy tends to voice his worries and opinions out loud irrespective of others around him, when people take offence he grumpily tells them not to eavesdrop.
[BACKSTORY]
Tommy didnāt initially bother with cultivating his quirk as it was more of a hindrance than something good. Deadbeat parents sending him out each day to collect loose change or lost treasures as if they were using a metal detector on a beach. Eventually though he felt frustrated at home, everyone looked twofaced, half-starved Tommy just went out one day and didnāt return. Incidentally Tommy Sparks isnāt his real name. Tommy deliberately forgot his real name to help run from them.
Cultivating an āinnocent and adorableā appearance and mannerisms allowed Tommy to get away with a lot, eventually Tommy realised his quirk could be used in a highly profitable way. Namely winning at pachinko. Making little metal balls fall where he wanted? What better way to fine tune control over a quirk? Slowly Tommy began earning a profit by just sitting down in front of a noise maker and having the metal balls land where he wanted. Still a barely 14 year old kid playing pachinko all day? Even the most neglectful person would start to care sooner or later so he eventually just went to a different parlour each day so they all thought he came once a week.
Now with a sizable amount of pocket change, Tommy rented a room in an internet cafĆ© and then lived out of there, going to a pachinko parlour during the day for āworkā to earn some money and then going back to the internet cafĆ© at night to educate himself online. He had Sunday āoffā to go buy clothes and such. With his relatively stable living Tommy eventually just wanted a long comfortable love with people that wonāt use him as a walking ATM to withdraw money from.
Cultivating an āinnocent and adorableā appearance and mannerisms allowed Tommy to get away with a lot, eventually Tommy realised his quirk could be used in a highly profitable way. Namely winning at pachinko. Making little metal balls fall where he wanted? What better way to fine tune control over a quirk? Slowly Tommy began earning a profit by just sitting down in front of a noise maker and having the metal balls land where he wanted. Still a barely 14 year old kid playing pachinko all day? Even the most neglectful person would start to care sooner or later so he eventually just went to a different parlour each day so they all thought he came once a week.
Now with a sizable amount of pocket change, Tommy rented a room in an internet cafĆ© and then lived out of there, going to a pachinko parlour during the day for āworkā to earn some money and then going back to the internet cafĆ© at night to educate himself online. He had Sunday āoffā to go buy clothes and such. With his relatively stable living Tommy eventually just wanted a long comfortable love with people that wonāt use him as a walking ATM to withdraw money from.
[QUIRK]
Pinball Wizard - Tommy has a power loosely connected to magnetism as his quirk. Able to attract and repel any metal object. Tommy can even imitate rudimentary flight, especially in a built up area like a city full of skyscrapers, however in practice it would appear closer to him either swinging from an invisible rope or as if heās being dragged in a direction.
Currently Tommyās control and strength of his quirk is a bit low. If Tommy is heavier than the item heās manipulating, heāll move it. If Tommy is lighter, heāll either be pushed or pulled towards it depending on what heās attempting to do to it. As an example; if Tommy āpushesā a coin into the ground, the coin will fly as fast as Tommy can manage until it hits the ground. Then the force heās pushing the coin down with will send him upwards. If he tries to āpullā a car, heāll likely fly towards it instead. If the vehicle was moving he would be better off slamming the brakes on the vehicle than lifting it. Perhaps later with training heāll be able to manipulate things heavier than him and move things faster.
Currently Tommyās control and strength of his quirk is a bit low. If Tommy is heavier than the item heās manipulating, heāll move it. If Tommy is lighter, heāll either be pushed or pulled towards it depending on what heās attempting to do to it. As an example; if Tommy āpushesā a coin into the ground, the coin will fly as fast as Tommy can manage until it hits the ground. Then the force heās pushing the coin down with will send him upwards. If he tries to āpullā a car, heāll likely fly towards it instead. If the vehicle was moving he would be better off slamming the brakes on the vehicle than lifting it. Perhaps later with training heāll be able to manipulate things heavier than him and move things faster.
[SKILLS]
- Persuasion
- Cooking
- Although it's not photographic, his memory is strong
- Cooking
- Although it's not photographic, his memory is strong
[SAMPLE POST]
Tommy was sitting in a pachinko parlour using his quirk to occasionally influence a jackpot, he couldnāt be as blatant as he used to be as the next town over they almost called the cops on him. There was no proof, but being 14 years old and spending all day playing pachinko? Well, it was already stretching it and cops would just try dragging him to school or worse, home. So when he left the pachinko parlour with his bags to toys to exchange for money and was tapped on the shoulder by an official looking woman the fear in his eyes was likely visible.
āCan I help you miss?ā putting on his best deer in the headlights look and laying on the sugar in his voice before he was dragged by the ear, bags of toys in hand, all the way to Tumble's agency
āCan I help you miss?ā putting on his best deer in the headlights look and laying on the sugar in his voice before he was dragged by the ear, bags of toys in hand, all the way to Tumble's agency
[OTHERS]
Tommy keeps a small fortune in coins on his person ready to use as a makeshift weapon or escape tool with his magnetism
Drifting Pollen Lady of War
Member
Seen
3 hrs ago
[APPEARANCE]
[NAME]
Shuko Toma
[GENDER]
Female
[AGE]
16
[PERSONALITY]
Shuko's a daydreamer, a girl who always seems to have something going on in her head. In the right situation, she's both imaginative and thoughtful, but the frenetic pace of life often pushes her to retreat into herself rather than fully express these qualities. She's disorganized, even careless, with untamed hair and a disjointed, eclectic fashion sense that never seems to quite click. A textbook introvert, she feels nervous around other people and somewhat inept socially, a flaw that she despises in herself but has little idea how to correct. She's quiet and very obedient, to the point where it's almost too easy to push her around- a weakness which has proven dangerous of late.
[BACKSTORY]
For most of her childhood, Shuko was raised by a single father. She doesn't remember her mother nor where the woman went, and has learned not to broach the subject with her remaining parent. Her dad has always been fair and affectionate, but he's also had to work full-time while trying to care for a child, and though the familial love is there, the situation has created something of a disconnect. Sensitive to the stress her parent was under, Shuko has always done her best to avoid sharing problems with him- but the lack of conventional family dynamics and her somewhat introverted nature left her with nobody else to go to.
Academically, she performed incredibly well during her earlier years, especially once her Quirk emerged and began to develop. Her potential was noted by important figures, and it became a source of pride for her. Unfortunately, it was also noted by her peers. Shuko was marked as a target for bullying and harassment, a situation only exacerbated by her apparent inability to fight back. Rather than seek help from authority, she withdrew further, hiding her talents and doing her best to escape unwanted attention. It worked, to some extent, but as a result her marks dropped down to just above average, and Shuko was still plagued by a bad reputation among her fellow students. Cut off even further, she found some solace in art and literature, as well as her Quirk- the one thing about herself that she still valued.
So when she was approached by a business that had noted her early talents and wanted to hire her for part-time work, she jumped at the chance. The job was easy enough: someone wanted her to manage and distribute funds, a task that was easily accomplished with her Quirk. Once her employers had taught her the basics of what they wanted her to do, she played her part perfectly, taking home a decent salary for relatively light hours and enjoying the opportunity to use her talents to their fullest, even if she was working largely behind the scenes. It seemed she'd finally found herself a place in the world.
Then the police came knocking at the door.
As it turned out, the "business" that had recruited Shuko was of the less-than-legitimate variety, and had exploited her number-crunching ability to help manage illegally obtained funds, turning money into more money through both simple investment and various financial loopholes. She'd been a completely unwitting accomplice to a number of serious crimes, and was dragged into court with little but her own testimony to defend her.
In the end she was found innocent, in part because nobody could believe such a harmless girl could possibly be a cunning criminal. Still, her sense of stability was shattered, she'd missed weeks of classes while on trial, and her bad reputation was soured still further. The law might have let her go, but rumors spread relentlessly among teachers, students, and even her father's colleagues. Surrounded on every side by whispers and suspicion, she shut down entirely. No more school, no more friends, no more life. She'd failed. She was done.
It was her father who pushed her towards an alternative. Shuko didn't know much about Tumble, or particularly care, but it was this or the psych ward. Becoming a hero was a foolish dream, but at least the attempt might earn her some form of redemption.
Academically, she performed incredibly well during her earlier years, especially once her Quirk emerged and began to develop. Her potential was noted by important figures, and it became a source of pride for her. Unfortunately, it was also noted by her peers. Shuko was marked as a target for bullying and harassment, a situation only exacerbated by her apparent inability to fight back. Rather than seek help from authority, she withdrew further, hiding her talents and doing her best to escape unwanted attention. It worked, to some extent, but as a result her marks dropped down to just above average, and Shuko was still plagued by a bad reputation among her fellow students. Cut off even further, she found some solace in art and literature, as well as her Quirk- the one thing about herself that she still valued.
So when she was approached by a business that had noted her early talents and wanted to hire her for part-time work, she jumped at the chance. The job was easy enough: someone wanted her to manage and distribute funds, a task that was easily accomplished with her Quirk. Once her employers had taught her the basics of what they wanted her to do, she played her part perfectly, taking home a decent salary for relatively light hours and enjoying the opportunity to use her talents to their fullest, even if she was working largely behind the scenes. It seemed she'd finally found herself a place in the world.
Then the police came knocking at the door.
As it turned out, the "business" that had recruited Shuko was of the less-than-legitimate variety, and had exploited her number-crunching ability to help manage illegally obtained funds, turning money into more money through both simple investment and various financial loopholes. She'd been a completely unwitting accomplice to a number of serious crimes, and was dragged into court with little but her own testimony to defend her.
In the end she was found innocent, in part because nobody could believe such a harmless girl could possibly be a cunning criminal. Still, her sense of stability was shattered, she'd missed weeks of classes while on trial, and her bad reputation was soured still further. The law might have let her go, but rumors spread relentlessly among teachers, students, and even her father's colleagues. Surrounded on every side by whispers and suspicion, she shut down entirely. No more school, no more friends, no more life. She'd failed. She was done.
It was her father who pushed her towards an alternative. Shuko didn't know much about Tumble, or particularly care, but it was this or the psych ward. Becoming a hero was a foolish dream, but at least the attempt might earn her some form of redemption.
[QUIRK]
Calculator - Shuko is a genius with numbers, able to perform calculations faster than most computers and understand complex mathematical concepts almost intuitively. This ability also extends to her senses and memory: she can identify the exact dimensions of an object at a glance, and can perfectly recall numbers and measurements, juggling hundreds of digits in her head with little need for pen or paper. This often works at a subconscious level with few visible effects, but when she puts it into intensive use the blood flow to her brain massively increases, causing the veins in her neck and face to bulge outwards.
Unfortunately, this excellent memory doesn't extend beyond mathematics: she forgets non-numerical concepts easily unless reminded. She can remember the width of someone's eyes down to the millimeter a year after having met them, but will likely forget their name within a minute. Additionally, she has trouble concentrating on ordinary tasks or situations. Everything around her offers numbers for calculations that her mind performs almost instinctively, and it's often hard for her to keep track of the real world, especially when her quirk is under heavy use.
Unfortunately, this excellent memory doesn't extend beyond mathematics: she forgets non-numerical concepts easily unless reminded. She can remember the width of someone's eyes down to the millimeter a year after having met them, but will likely forget their name within a minute. Additionally, she has trouble concentrating on ordinary tasks or situations. Everything around her offers numbers for calculations that her mind performs almost instinctively, and it's often hard for her to keep track of the real world, especially when her quirk is under heavy use.
[SKILLS]
Artist - One of the few ways Shuko can fully express herself is through drawing and painting. She's not good nor renowned enough to be featured in galleries, but is still noticeably talented for a high school student. She's also a decent pianist.
Animals - She's pretty bad with people, but gets along well with animals. They seem to like her, and she's patient and gentle with them in return.
Endurance - Shuko has never been one for sports, but she does exercise somewhat. Her build is slight, and she's still pretty weak in terms of lifting strength, but she can keep up a moderate level of physical activity for hours if necessary.
Animals - She's pretty bad with people, but gets along well with animals. They seem to like her, and she's patient and gentle with them in return.
Endurance - Shuko has never been one for sports, but she does exercise somewhat. Her build is slight, and she's still pretty weak in terms of lifting strength, but she can keep up a moderate level of physical activity for hours if necessary.
[SAMPLE POST]
The rachis, or shaft, of a flight feather branches along its length into hundreds of barbs, often of asymmetrical length but always aligned on opposite sides of the rachis. In turn, the sides of each barb are layered with tiny barbules...
Shuko's eyes moved slowly and silently over the page, picking out each word with dazed indifference. She'd been staring at her book for over an hour now, sometimes reading, sometimes logging the heights and widths of the printed letters and noting their individual surface areas. Didn't matter which, really. It was something to do, something to lose herself in for a little while longer.
She shifted slightly, blinking as she realized she'd reached the end of a page, then deftly turned it over.
...many of which are in turn covered by minuscule hooks. These allow the barbules to interlock with one another, forming small connections which hold the barbs together, effectively forming a single cohesive surface...
She was idly adding up the areas of each punctuation mark in the last two sentences when a noise caught her attention. A footstep, someone entering the room. Its exact volume in decibels popped up somewhere in the midst of her thoughts as she turned around, staring through overlarge glasses at her father.
She should say something. Her mind grasped for ideas, clawing desperately at anything she could shove through her mouth to break the silence. A few incoherent syllables were bundled together and shoved up her throat, and she blurted out, "I'm-"
Just as her father opened his mouth to speak. "There's-"
Their words collided, waves of sound overlapping and causing a dozen separate calculations to spark off in Shuko's head. They both stopped. Then her father gestured, indicating that she should go first.
She shook her head, voice barely above a whisper. "It was nothing. Please, go on."
He paused for a second, as if hoping she'd change her mind, then nodded. "There's a letter for you. I know you... that you need some time right now, but I think you need to read this. It's not the kind of opportunity that comes often."
He was trying to pique her interest, she could tell. He failed. Still, when he held out a neatly folded sheet of paper, she took it. Shuko didn't care who had written it or what it said, but she didn't want to disappoint him. Not again, not after everything that had happened.
It was clean, neat, official. She unfolded it carefully, letting her eyes drift over it, if only for the sake of formality.
Then her gaze sharpened. She blinked, narrowed her eyes, then sped up, racing through each sentence with a growing disbelief. For the first time since everything had broken down, she felt something, a hint of drive beneath layers of despair. Curiosity. True or not, what was on this page didn't make sense. She turned it over and over in her mind, thoughts churning and sparking and wondering at this new mystery.
Who was the hero Tumble? If she was a big shot like it sounded, why had she gone looking for Shuko? Who in their right mind would want anything to do with her, let alone think that she could become a hero?
She stood up, letting her book fall from her hand as she clutched at the letter with the other. Was it a blessing? A stroke of luck? Another failure just waiting to happen? She didn't know- but it was something, and something was better than letting time drift away without hope.
She looked back at her father. "I think... I'd like to try it."
They left the room together. Behind them, the book lay open, unfinished.
...which presses against the air, generating lift and allowing the bird, so ungainly on land, to take flight, and soar upon the winds.
Shuko's eyes moved slowly and silently over the page, picking out each word with dazed indifference. She'd been staring at her book for over an hour now, sometimes reading, sometimes logging the heights and widths of the printed letters and noting their individual surface areas. Didn't matter which, really. It was something to do, something to lose herself in for a little while longer.
She shifted slightly, blinking as she realized she'd reached the end of a page, then deftly turned it over.
...many of which are in turn covered by minuscule hooks. These allow the barbules to interlock with one another, forming small connections which hold the barbs together, effectively forming a single cohesive surface...
She was idly adding up the areas of each punctuation mark in the last two sentences when a noise caught her attention. A footstep, someone entering the room. Its exact volume in decibels popped up somewhere in the midst of her thoughts as she turned around, staring through overlarge glasses at her father.
She should say something. Her mind grasped for ideas, clawing desperately at anything she could shove through her mouth to break the silence. A few incoherent syllables were bundled together and shoved up her throat, and she blurted out, "I'm-"
Just as her father opened his mouth to speak. "There's-"
Their words collided, waves of sound overlapping and causing a dozen separate calculations to spark off in Shuko's head. They both stopped. Then her father gestured, indicating that she should go first.
She shook her head, voice barely above a whisper. "It was nothing. Please, go on."
He paused for a second, as if hoping she'd change her mind, then nodded. "There's a letter for you. I know you... that you need some time right now, but I think you need to read this. It's not the kind of opportunity that comes often."
He was trying to pique her interest, she could tell. He failed. Still, when he held out a neatly folded sheet of paper, she took it. Shuko didn't care who had written it or what it said, but she didn't want to disappoint him. Not again, not after everything that had happened.
It was clean, neat, official. She unfolded it carefully, letting her eyes drift over it, if only for the sake of formality.
Then her gaze sharpened. She blinked, narrowed her eyes, then sped up, racing through each sentence with a growing disbelief. For the first time since everything had broken down, she felt something, a hint of drive beneath layers of despair. Curiosity. True or not, what was on this page didn't make sense. She turned it over and over in her mind, thoughts churning and sparking and wondering at this new mystery.
Who was the hero Tumble? If she was a big shot like it sounded, why had she gone looking for Shuko? Who in their right mind would want anything to do with her, let alone think that she could become a hero?
She stood up, letting her book fall from her hand as she clutched at the letter with the other. Was it a blessing? A stroke of luck? Another failure just waiting to happen? She didn't know- but it was something, and something was better than letting time drift away without hope.
She looked back at her father. "I think... I'd like to try it."
They left the room together. Behind them, the book lay open, unfinished.
...which presses against the air, generating lift and allowing the bird, so ungainly on land, to take flight, and soar upon the winds.
[OTHERS]
- She's far-sighted, and will have trouble making out anything within six feet without glasses.
- She often carries around a small notebook to sketch in.
- She often carries around a small notebook to sketch in.
KRAZY J KARMA GUARDIAN
Member
Seen
3 mos ago
[APPEARANCE]
[NAME]
Jake "Satan" Vanguard
[GENDER]
Male
[AGE]
16
[PERSONALITY]
Misunderstood as he is he tries to make friends but of course he's not exactly your good boy type. In most cases he's very random and crazy meaning he could go from having a full on deep conversation to admiring a cool looking rock on the ground. He gets distracted easily and his strange way of viewing things normally pushes people away. He's the type of teen that would stare death straight in the face while seriously asking if he liked cookies or brownies better. Yeah, he's not all there in the head but while common sense is low his street smarts somewhat make up for it with his sarcastic remarks. Needless to say he's wise not intelligent meaning he learns from experience not being taught by someone else or from a book. He won't learn not to stick his hand in a blender simply if you told him, he will learn when he has to make do without a couple fingers for a few weeks.
[BACKSTORY]
It started with a man named Roye "Pillar" Vanguard with a quirk of Stamina; meaning he hardly ever got fatigued no matter how strenuous the work (or play) was. And a young woman named Christine "Rainbow" Narson, with a quirk of "Color Change"; meaning she could simply change the color of her eyes, hair, skin and other parts of her body. Two partners in crime living the life of the street, gangs, guns, and fights.
They of course had a son, the outcome of adrenaline and alcohol, to which they named Jake. Now when they were.....wrestling, Christine had changed her hair and eyes to match that of a demon-like creature for.....role play purposes. The outcome was a demonic looking child with a quirk of "Regeneration"; meaning he could heal faster then the average human being. The boy did not possess however the quirk to change his body colors back to normal. Roye and Christine raised the boy to be a fighter so in turn fighting was almost all he knew. He knew the basics like math and how to speak and read, but he hardly ever had to do so. Most of his life was fighting, eating, and being tortured by his "Parents" for he still felt pain and they wanted a senseless fighter with no emotions. There outcome however was a fighter with a twisted mind and even more twisted sense of humor as he began to enjoy the pain they inflicted upon him.
One day during a street fight at the age of 15, over the cheers of the small crowd and threw the blood in his eyes and an ear to ear smile across his face as Jake was still beating his opponents unconscious face in, sirens and lights echoed and bounced off the abandoned warehouses walls. The small crowd including Jake's parents, more like owners as they treated him like an animal, scattered like cockroaches. In turn, Jake ran as well when a thought popped in his mind. He could leave now and not be bound by the people who contained him, he could fight on his own terms and not when he was told and make money for himself instead of being paid in scraps and a blanket on the floor, and he could let his insanity roam free. So he ran without really knowing where he was going and after about a year of living homeless not really staying anywhere for too long, resting in abandoned buildings and other "out of sight out of mind" places, he was off to his next fight.
He normally looked for any good paying fight he could get his hands on but with the growing population of wannabe heroes popping up the fights started becoming harder to find. He was running low on money and he heard word about a new organization in town running fights in an underground arena, so he hooked up with a shady man by the name Kenington and got a fight set up. The day of the fight he arrived at the destination of the said underground arena and all he saw was an empty alley way. As he continued down the alley way police cars swiftly blocked both ends and four men came from above and took him to the ground strapping him in a suit close to the style of a straight jacket, threw him in a police car, and took him to the station. When he arrived at the station they moved him to an isolation room to which he was accompanied by two people. One was the chief of the police force and another was a strange looking person by the name of Tumble.
They of course had a son, the outcome of adrenaline and alcohol, to which they named Jake. Now when they were.....wrestling, Christine had changed her hair and eyes to match that of a demon-like creature for.....role play purposes. The outcome was a demonic looking child with a quirk of "Regeneration"; meaning he could heal faster then the average human being. The boy did not possess however the quirk to change his body colors back to normal. Roye and Christine raised the boy to be a fighter so in turn fighting was almost all he knew. He knew the basics like math and how to speak and read, but he hardly ever had to do so. Most of his life was fighting, eating, and being tortured by his "Parents" for he still felt pain and they wanted a senseless fighter with no emotions. There outcome however was a fighter with a twisted mind and even more twisted sense of humor as he began to enjoy the pain they inflicted upon him.
One day during a street fight at the age of 15, over the cheers of the small crowd and threw the blood in his eyes and an ear to ear smile across his face as Jake was still beating his opponents unconscious face in, sirens and lights echoed and bounced off the abandoned warehouses walls. The small crowd including Jake's parents, more like owners as they treated him like an animal, scattered like cockroaches. In turn, Jake ran as well when a thought popped in his mind. He could leave now and not be bound by the people who contained him, he could fight on his own terms and not when he was told and make money for himself instead of being paid in scraps and a blanket on the floor, and he could let his insanity roam free. So he ran without really knowing where he was going and after about a year of living homeless not really staying anywhere for too long, resting in abandoned buildings and other "out of sight out of mind" places, he was off to his next fight.
He normally looked for any good paying fight he could get his hands on but with the growing population of wannabe heroes popping up the fights started becoming harder to find. He was running low on money and he heard word about a new organization in town running fights in an underground arena, so he hooked up with a shady man by the name Kenington and got a fight set up. The day of the fight he arrived at the destination of the said underground arena and all he saw was an empty alley way. As he continued down the alley way police cars swiftly blocked both ends and four men came from above and took him to the ground strapping him in a suit close to the style of a straight jacket, threw him in a police car, and took him to the station. When he arrived at the station they moved him to an isolation room to which he was accompanied by two people. One was the chief of the police force and another was a strange looking person by the name of Tumble.
[QUIRK]
Regeneration - Jake can heal much faster then an average human being. When wounds would take days to heal for a normal person it would only take him minutes depending on the injury. If its a small cut or scrape, it won't take more then a minute or so where as a broken bone will take a day or two to fully heal. The draw back however is that he can't regenerate from death and the the weaker he is - tired, hungry, or seriously wounded - the longer it takes for him to regenerate and its kinda a given but he does age. Regeneration doesn't stop him in his prime. He also uses up energy fast so he's almost always eating because if he doesn't, he drops like a rock and his wounds won't heal for if you don't have the proteins or minerals for your body to function, his regenerative abilities won't either.
[SKILLS]
Hand to Hand Combat - He's not trained in any particular style of fighting or weaponry, however, he is exceptional in close quarters combat and excels with his fists.
[SAMPLE POST]
The police chief stated "I could take you to jail for the various assaults, attempts of murder, and violation of government property specifically peeing on the outside wall of the police station and painting a male sex organ on the hood of a police car.", to which Jake replied "Hey that was art.", "but I've got a better idea." the chief continued "This person here is gonna take you somewhere real nice. It's a little place where there gonna clean up your act and teach you to be a model citizen." both the Tumble person and police chief smiled as he finished."Now you gotta be joking, there ain't no way there gonna turn me into a goody two shoes you must be smoking something. By the way either of you got a light I could use a cigarette" "Oh I'm not when there done with you your gonna be the little angel of our town so pack your bags buttercup it's a long trip". To which Jake replied "The only angel here is you chief, why don't you just go su......" The insult was quickly silenced with the butt of a rifle to the side of Jake's head and off he went to his new home with a strange looking woman named Tumble.
Er0r Error 418 / I'm a Teapot
Member
Seen
7 yrs ago
[APPEARANCE]
[NAME]
Akemi Akagi
[GENDER]
Female
[AGE]
15
[PERSONALITY]
Akemi's known for being pretty timid. She likes to take slow steps as she creeps around to where the people are; and when invited to speak, there's a brief pause between each of her ideas. However, she's usually very calm and seems to follow through with anything she does without holding back. She's also quite a realist. She knows when the odds are stacked against her, and prefers not to waste her time and effort.
[BACKSTORY]
Akemi was actually quite the outgoing child before her quirk started to kick in. Always running head first and living in the now.
Bust as her quirk started to develop, she noticed herself start to fade into the background of her class. It wasn't anything to be concerned about at first; she got along with just about anybody, and could easily find a group to join as class demanded. It wasn't until free time that she could feel her isolation. Everyone always grouped up around this activity or that, enjoying their time together while Akemi tended to sit on the sidelines; no longer interested in running around or what her peers were up to.
Growing up a few years; while her classmate's bond with each other deepened and cliques began to form, Akemi remained on the sidelines looking from afar. She was pretty happy though. Watching the other students play their games and socialize brought an intrigued smile across her face. She liked watching them have fun even if she wasn't in the middle of it. At least until, she woke up one day; nearing the end of her middle school career while life passed her by.
Filled with less than stellar motivation, Akemi started taking the liberty of not coming to class as often. Of course, her parents didn't know, but that was easy to cover up. Slipping in and out of the house was relatively easy and she was able to brush off any inquiry of about her absence without any consequence. Akemi began spending most of her days roaming the town. Her vines grew wild and unkempt,
and before she knew it she lost any direction in life and simply existed.
Bust as her quirk started to develop, she noticed herself start to fade into the background of her class. It wasn't anything to be concerned about at first; she got along with just about anybody, and could easily find a group to join as class demanded. It wasn't until free time that she could feel her isolation. Everyone always grouped up around this activity or that, enjoying their time together while Akemi tended to sit on the sidelines; no longer interested in running around or what her peers were up to.
Growing up a few years; while her classmate's bond with each other deepened and cliques began to form, Akemi remained on the sidelines looking from afar. She was pretty happy though. Watching the other students play their games and socialize brought an intrigued smile across her face. She liked watching them have fun even if she wasn't in the middle of it. At least until, she woke up one day; nearing the end of her middle school career while life passed her by.
Filled with less than stellar motivation, Akemi started taking the liberty of not coming to class as often. Of course, her parents didn't know, but that was easy to cover up. Slipping in and out of the house was relatively easy and she was able to brush off any inquiry of about her absence without any consequence. Akemi began spending most of her days roaming the town. Her vines grew wild and unkempt,
and before she knew it she lost any direction in life and simply existed.
[QUIRK]
Wild Growth - Vine like tentacles sprout from her head, which she can control at will. Theses vines can stretch and grow up to a range of 15 meters, though she can only effectively control one or two strands with any skill.
These vines can also produce a strange flower. The effects of this flower remains unknown as it continues to wilt before fully blooming.
These vines can also produce a strange flower. The effects of this flower remains unknown as it continues to wilt before fully blooming.
[SKILLS]
Mobile - Akemi isn't particularly fast or with great endurance, but she can turn and take off on a dime.
Thick Skinned - Being hit by a truck would obviously knock her down, but a solid punch and minor cuts won't even faze her.
Quiet - Unless you put effort into it, one might not even know she's there. A soft voice with silent steps to match.
Thick Skinned - Being hit by a truck would obviously knock her down, but a solid punch and minor cuts won't even faze her.
Quiet - Unless you put effort into it, one might not even know she's there. A soft voice with silent steps to match.
[SAMPLE POST]
"Oho, yes..." Akemi looked down at the desk in front of her. Her vines covered her face, but her disappointment bled through her voice. She should've expected it, given how little she actually came to class nowadays; but it was a disheartening blow regardless. In front of her laid a single piece of paper telling her what choices she had to pick from. There were only two. For one reason or another she missed the cut to join most of any of the high schools in the area. The first of her choices was the old school that had come to be known for its quirk-enabled students being outnumbered nine to one. While she didn't really plan on attending much of her classes, going to a place with a focus on the quirk-less didn't sound all that appealing. Her other choice was much like the list of schools she failed to get into. In fact, she was quite surprised this one managed to stay available. Akemi had already chose this as her school of choice, due to lack of options, but she couldn't help but be curious on why the bar was set so low compared to the others. Excusing herself, Akemi left school. Honestly it was about 50/50 if anyone noticed. She headed off into town, to see what this school was all about.
[OTHERS]
Anything else that doesn't fit into the rest of the sheet.
Spike Lewd Dude With Attitude
Member
Seen
24 hrs ago
[APPEARANCE]
[NAME]Yuki Takamine
[GENDER]
Male
[AGE]
15
[PERSONALITY]
Yuki comes across as a friendly, outgoing young man, if a bit cocky and arrogant. He likes to fight, and he desires strength above all else, though he's not telling why. Despite his somewhat inflated ego, he's not particularly selfish. He just thinks he's the coolest dude. To be fair, he's very good at keeping his composure. His reactions to most things are very understated. It's not that he doesn't have feelings, it's just that he's not very noisy about them.
[BACKSTORY]
Born to a quirkless mother and a father with a minor ice-based quirk, Yuki grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. His father was, as far as Yuki knew, a businessman. He didn't see dad very much, because he was gone most of the time. He mostly just did whatever he felt like, and had no particular goals or ambitions until that fateful day. When he was seven, his mother took him along on an errand to a bank, and it just so happened it was being robbed by a villain. He watched as a person was killed, and he was afraid his mother and him would be next...But then a hero appeared and saved them. Ever since, he wanted to be a hero. He started training his powers, and hoped to be accepted into one of the many hero academies.
He thought his dream had ended when he turned 14, however. His father was arrested. It turned out he wasn't a businessman: He was the supervillain Hypothermia, wanted for several murders. Yuki was now a known criminal element, and it seemed he now had no hope of being accepted into any of the academies.
Then he heard about Tumble...
He thought his dream had ended when he turned 14, however. His father was arrested. It turned out he wasn't a businessman: He was the supervillain Hypothermia, wanted for several murders. Yuki was now a known criminal element, and it seemed he now had no hope of being accepted into any of the academies.
Then he heard about Tumble...
[QUIRK]
Freeze Bomb - Yuki holds out his hand, and a perfectly formed ball of what looks like water forms in his hand. It takes about a second. The ball bursts from even a small amount of force: Doing much more than squeezing it will cause it to explode, encasing everything within about 10 feet of it in an inch of ice. It also freezes any water in this area solid. Yuki is not immune to this effect: If he drops one of the orbs, it'll freeze him too. The ice it creates is totally normal, and it can be broken, albeit only with quite a bit of force.
[SKILLS]
Ice Skating - Yuki is quite agile on ice: He can slide around on it fairly well. No fancy tricks, but he can outmaneuver most people on an icy floor. He doesn't even need skates.
Pitcher - Yuki was in Little League, and he can throw pretty well. This means he can get good range out of his ice bombs.
Hand-to-Hand - Yuki has been in a fair number of fights. He's not amazing or anything, but he can throw a proper punch and probably hold his own in a scuffle. Without his powers, he'd probably lose against a trained martial artist, but not before getting a few good hits in.
Pitcher - Yuki was in Little League, and he can throw pretty well. This means he can get good range out of his ice bombs.
Hand-to-Hand - Yuki has been in a fair number of fights. He's not amazing or anything, but he can throw a proper punch and probably hold his own in a scuffle. Without his powers, he'd probably lose against a trained martial artist, but not before getting a few good hits in.
[SAMPLE POST]
Yuki looked over the sheet of paper. It had a list of high schools he'd been accepted into. It was embarrassingly short. Only two. He'd expected as much. He'd never been a good student, and had been hoping to get by on his powers and become a hero. Ever since his father had been arrested, he just hadn't had it in him to keep trying.
"It's not like I have much of a choice. Really, I don't know if I have much of a fut-" He said, then spotted the second name on the list. Huh. So he had been accepted into a hero academy. "Tumble?" He asked, holding the paper in his hand and studying it carefully. A miracle, before his eyes. "Sign me up for this one." He said, nodding.
"It's not like I have much of a choice. Really, I don't know if I have much of a fut-" He said, then spotted the second name on the list. Huh. So he had been accepted into a hero academy. "Tumble?" He asked, holding the paper in his hand and studying it carefully. A miracle, before his eyes. "Sign me up for this one." He said, nodding.
[OTHERS]
Nope.
addamas Trust me, I'm a liar
Member
Seen
9 mos ago
Name:
Nori Azami
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
Personality:
If you catch her on a normal day, she comes off as calm and collected, usually paired with a soft smile and relaxed attitude. She doesnāt hide her emotions and always lets them flow yet rarely letās anyone upset her, which extends to dire situations as well.
She is not afraid to show her opinion, nor getting into a fight, even though she might lose.
The reason for that is because she is very competitive. Not backing off whenever she gets challenged and occasionally challenging others is a regular occurrence for her because she sees them as games to win and her emotions easily take over from there.
Her social life is not very special; she might be known but not exactly popular. She is liked by most but not loved. She does have friends that she cares for and that care for her, not a lot and not too few. Her family is also close to her heart, and them and Noriās friends usually donāt mind her competitive attitude whenever it emerges.
Nori enjoys school because it challenges her every day and because of it, she excels at it. her mind is sharp and only gets cloudy when winning a challenge appears out of reach in which case she becomes fierce and reckless (which happens more than sheād like to admit).
Lastly, her hobbies are nonexistent because she does whatever challenges her the most at that time, only moving on when she feels like she has won.
She is not afraid to show her opinion, nor getting into a fight, even though she might lose.
The reason for that is because she is very competitive. Not backing off whenever she gets challenged and occasionally challenging others is a regular occurrence for her because she sees them as games to win and her emotions easily take over from there.
Her social life is not very special; she might be known but not exactly popular. She is liked by most but not loved. She does have friends that she cares for and that care for her, not a lot and not too few. Her family is also close to her heart, and them and Noriās friends usually donāt mind her competitive attitude whenever it emerges.
Nori enjoys school because it challenges her every day and because of it, she excels at it. her mind is sharp and only gets cloudy when winning a challenge appears out of reach in which case she becomes fierce and reckless (which happens more than sheād like to admit).
Lastly, her hobbies are nonexistent because she does whatever challenges her the most at that time, only moving on when she feels like she has won.
Backstory:
Nori has always lived with her parents as a single child; she has had an ordinary life right up till she found out about U.A. high school. As soon as she heard it was the most prestigious school around, where only the best of the best got in, she knew where she wanted to go. It was the one thing that consistently drove her forward, not ever slowing down till she passed middle school.
But then her application got rejected; her parents went behind her back and told the school to deny the application because they didnāt want her to become a hero. Nori never found out, but instead of finding a normal school for a normal job, like her parents wanted her to, she did nothing, her motivation was gone and she didnāt know what to do.
And that is when she received the invitation.
But then her application got rejected; her parents went behind her back and told the school to deny the application because they didnāt want her to become a hero. Nori never found out, but instead of finding a normal school for a normal job, like her parents wanted her to, she did nothing, her motivation was gone and she didnāt know what to do.
And that is when she received the invitation.
Quirk:
Gust: Noriās quirk allows her to blow Wind out of her pores, and the pores can also suck wind in, amplifying the blown out air.
she can control which pores shoot out air and which suck it in with full control, although the maximum output right now can only break branches and push someone over with considerable force(beaufort scale 8(it's like "fuz roh dah" from skyrim in its second stage))
she can control which pores shoot out air and which suck it in with full control, although the maximum output right now can only break branches and push someone over with considerable force(beaufort scale 8(it's like "fuz roh dah" from skyrim in its second stage))
Skills:
Ego: Nori is very confident in her abilities, and that boost automatically gives her an edge.
Inquisitor: Her sharp mind is quite deductive, and it makes her a versatile opponent. Being able to read a battlefield and the person on the opposite end is another edge for Nori.
Jock: Because she has taken on many different kinds of sports, she is in quite a good shape, nothing Olympic, but better than the average person.
Inquisitor: Her sharp mind is quite deductive, and it makes her a versatile opponent. Being able to read a battlefield and the person on the opposite end is another edge for Nori.
Jock: Because she has taken on many different kinds of sports, she is in quite a good shape, nothing Olympic, but better than the average person.
Sample Post:
It was a few days after she had been rejected by U.A.
The denial still hurt and Nori had been very emotionally unstable ever since.
She wanted to get in and that meant being better, but no matter where she searched, she couldnāt find a way to improve herself other than going to U.A. It was infuriating to know that a whole year would pass before she could apply again, a whole year without a game to win, without a challenge to surpass. It left a sore taste in her mouth every day she woke up.
Her parents had been worried about her a lot, offering many different schools for her to apply to, yet none of them appealed to her, none of them could match the school that even All Might went to. But then, after weeks of chaos and madness, an e-mail arrived.
The contents of the mail turned Nori upside down; it was like they knew what had happened to her, like it was somehow fate. Nori had been chosen to attend some sort of school for those who want a chance to compete with the best. After sitting in her chair reading the mail three times in a row, she suddenly jumped up in the air squeaking like a squirrel. Her heart lit up like a Christmas tree and for the rest of the day, a constant smile was plastered to her face. Yet when she told her parents, they were not happy at all, they tried to, but Nori could see the fear behind their eyes. Maybe they didnāt trust the mail, maybe they were afraid to send Nori away, and it didnāt matter.
Nori was going, no matter whom or what was gonna try to stop her, she was going.
So that night, she packed whatever she could carry, wrote a note for her parents, and left.
The denial still hurt and Nori had been very emotionally unstable ever since.
She wanted to get in and that meant being better, but no matter where she searched, she couldnāt find a way to improve herself other than going to U.A. It was infuriating to know that a whole year would pass before she could apply again, a whole year without a game to win, without a challenge to surpass. It left a sore taste in her mouth every day she woke up.
Her parents had been worried about her a lot, offering many different schools for her to apply to, yet none of them appealed to her, none of them could match the school that even All Might went to. But then, after weeks of chaos and madness, an e-mail arrived.
The contents of the mail turned Nori upside down; it was like they knew what had happened to her, like it was somehow fate. Nori had been chosen to attend some sort of school for those who want a chance to compete with the best. After sitting in her chair reading the mail three times in a row, she suddenly jumped up in the air squeaking like a squirrel. Her heart lit up like a Christmas tree and for the rest of the day, a constant smile was plastered to her face. Yet when she told her parents, they were not happy at all, they tried to, but Nori could see the fear behind their eyes. Maybe they didnāt trust the mail, maybe they were afraid to send Nori away, and it didnāt matter.
Nori was going, no matter whom or what was gonna try to stop her, she was going.
So that night, she packed whatever she could carry, wrote a note for her parents, and left.
Others:
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Orange Juice
Member
Seen
7 yrs ago
[NAME]
Leon Woo
[GENDER]
Male
[AGE]
17
[PERSONALITY]
Leon is somewhere inbetween a loudmouth and a mute. He isn't one to voice his opinion on every little thing, but contributes to conversation when he knows or is interested in a topic. Due to his past experiences looking after his brother, he's grown quite accustomed to trying to keep himself and his friends out of trouble, opting to try and resolve conflict through words rather than action. Quite the oxymoron for a chap who carries a sword about with him you would think. Speaking of, one of the few things that he'd actually get fired up over is his heritage, regardless of how bad a person his father may have been he still carries great pride in his surname and family.
Leon hates to be alone, he just begins to think depressing thoughts when he's left alone for too long. As a result he tries to surround himself with others as much as possible, secretly craving approval without ever showing it. He'll often worry for hours on end about things he said that may have come off as embarrassing or offensive, even if they weren't at all.
Leon hates to be alone, he just begins to think depressing thoughts when he's left alone for too long. As a result he tries to surround himself with others as much as possible, secretly craving approval without ever showing it. He'll often worry for hours on end about things he said that may have come off as embarrassing or offensive, even if they weren't at all.
[BACKSTORY]
Being the son of a high ranking Japanese gang member isn't as easy a life as you think it'd be. Especially when you're only half Japanese. Leon spent the most part of his early life learning how to fight or participate in various other criminal activities, tough love at it's most extreme. His father hardly ever showed affection. The few times he did being well out of sight of other gang members. After his brother was born, this lack of affection only increased, with his father having little time to care for either of the brothers on top of his work and maintaining his tough guy image.
Life continued like this for years, until Leon was about 7. It was at this point a rival gang began encroaching on his father's territory. They were much bigger and much more well equipped so the takeover was a piece of cake. If it had not been for his foolish pride, Leon's father wouldn't have been brutally gunned down before Leon's very eyes.
Life after this was a rush to say the least. Leon's mother had to keep moving in order to evade police or gang capture, with Leon and his brother tagging along with little more than confusion in their possession. Life was tough to say the least. When Leon became of age he got a part time job on top of his schoolwork, attempting to provide for his mother and brother as best he could.
His mother was the one who practically forced him to join Tumble. Believing it was the only way for him to get a proper education and make something of his life. Leon begrudgingly accepted. He'd never thought of himself as a 'hero', but the idea grew on him.
Life continued like this for years, until Leon was about 7. It was at this point a rival gang began encroaching on his father's territory. They were much bigger and much more well equipped so the takeover was a piece of cake. If it had not been for his foolish pride, Leon's father wouldn't have been brutally gunned down before Leon's very eyes.
Life after this was a rush to say the least. Leon's mother had to keep moving in order to evade police or gang capture, with Leon and his brother tagging along with little more than confusion in their possession. Life was tough to say the least. When Leon became of age he got a part time job on top of his schoolwork, attempting to provide for his mother and brother as best he could.
His mother was the one who practically forced him to join Tumble. Believing it was the only way for him to get a proper education and make something of his life. Leon begrudgingly accepted. He'd never thought of himself as a 'hero', but the idea grew on him.
[QUIRK]
Spin - In layman's terms Leon is able to spin anything he touches. While at first this may sound useless, it is actually rather good for building momentum for thrown objects. Currently, Leon is only able to spin objects in his hands, limiting the size of his available arsenal to anything he can lift. However, he has been tampering with literally spinning the air into balls capable of physical damage. However, he is nowhere near good enough for this to be useful at any distance past directly in front of him. Of course, the more he spins something the faster it begins to move which can result in the skin on Leon's hands and potentially forearms to begin to painfully chip away until he stops spinning said object. Furthermore, concentration is paramount when using his quirk, if he is careless the object could go flying backwards into himself.
[SKILLS]
Boxing - From a young age, Leon had been trained in the art of boxing. Admittedly, he hasn't done it in quite a while, but the skill still remains to a degree.
Tailoring - Having to sew his own and his brothers clothing over the years has made Leon quite the apt tailor.
Football - Leon isn't too bad at the sport. In fact, his 'keepie-uppie' skills are unmatched by anyone he's yet to meet.
Tailoring - Having to sew his own and his brothers clothing over the years has made Leon quite the apt tailor.
Football - Leon isn't too bad at the sport. In fact, his 'keepie-uppie' skills are unmatched by anyone he's yet to meet.
[SAMPLE POST]
Leon's eyes began to flutter asleep as he lay sprawled out over the dingy sofa he'd grown so accustomed to. As soon as he was asleep, he was awake again, with the shrill shriek of his mother acting as a pseudo alarm clock as she entered the house. She sprinted over to the now awake boy, rubbing his eye with his palm as he slid into a sitting position.
Thinking he was in trouble, Leon quickly began searching his mind for any misdeeds he had recently done and any excuses he could think to move the blame away. Surprisingly enough his mother looked happy, ecstatic even, she clutched a letter in her hand reading it over and over again as if the text would change if she didn't keep her eye on it.
"You got accepted!"
"What?" Asked Leon, still half-asleep.
"By Tumble's agency!" Leon was slightly confused by this revelation. He'd been too preoccupied with school and work to even remember applying, let alone see the letter when he had came home earlier. A small smile grew on his face, it'd been a while since his mother had been this happy.
"Oh yeah, I declined that earlier." He lied, teasing people was fun, especially when they were as gullible as his mother. Speaking of which, a look of unbridled rage had swept across her face as she moved across the room, grabbing a newspaper, rolling it up and proceeding to beat the now laughing, Leon with it under his cries explaining the joke to her.
Thinking he was in trouble, Leon quickly began searching his mind for any misdeeds he had recently done and any excuses he could think to move the blame away. Surprisingly enough his mother looked happy, ecstatic even, she clutched a letter in her hand reading it over and over again as if the text would change if she didn't keep her eye on it.
"You got accepted!"
"What?" Asked Leon, still half-asleep.
"By Tumble's agency!" Leon was slightly confused by this revelation. He'd been too preoccupied with school and work to even remember applying, let alone see the letter when he had came home earlier. A small smile grew on his face, it'd been a while since his mother had been this happy.
"Oh yeah, I declined that earlier." He lied, teasing people was fun, especially when they were as gullible as his mother. Speaking of which, a look of unbridled rage had swept across her face as she moved across the room, grabbing a newspaper, rolling it up and proceeding to beat the now laughing, Leon with it under his cries explaining the joke to her.
[APPEARANCE]
[NAME]Kira Nomo
[GENDER]
Female
[AGE]
17 Years Old
[PERSONALITY]
If you were going to play to TV from a high school setting, Kira would play the part of the noble, friendly star quarterback. She is approachable and handles people with a smile and an air of friendliness but she still suffers from being a jock, resulting in more stubborn, thick-headed reactions. Whatās more is that Kiraās prideful and anything short of a starter and anything akin to a challenge, sheāll be very likely to take offense.
[BACKSTORY]
When your famous, but retired, Major League Baseball player of a father wanted a son to follow his footsteps in baseball but you turned out to be a daughter, you should probably be ready to accept that youāll have to play baseball. To Hideo Nomoās surprise, his daughter was apparently destined for baseball. At a young age, she was capable of smashing the ball when batting and pitched a fastball with surprising heat that even caught Hideo off guard a few times.
To Kira, all the attention and praise from her father had really built her up and put baseball on a pedestal for her. She not only wanted to play, but she wanted to be the best as her father really fostered a competitive spirit in her. For most of her life, she revolved around baseball, scoring mediocre grades in school as a result, but she passed by enough. The important thing was, she was playing for the Juniors League, a division of very serious baseball players in Japan. If you did well in this league, youād be signed onto the pros once you hit eighteen.
Kira had been playing the sport so well, many thought sheād end up playing Majors with the rest of men. However the MLB in the States has a very strict screening for quirks as they want to preserve the authenticity of the sport and not allow too strong of a quirk. When it was discovered that Kira had enhanced strength, she was barred from entry, much the dismay to her and her father. This meant that although Kira could compete in Japan, she couldnāt compete with the best. It was a huge blow to her competitive fire and she went on to play for a bit longer before retiring, no longer having the drive to continue. However it wasnāt all badā¦ Kira had heard some promising rumors of something forming that had use of quirks and hers had to be the best, right? ...
To Kira, all the attention and praise from her father had really built her up and put baseball on a pedestal for her. She not only wanted to play, but she wanted to be the best as her father really fostered a competitive spirit in her. For most of her life, she revolved around baseball, scoring mediocre grades in school as a result, but she passed by enough. The important thing was, she was playing for the Juniors League, a division of very serious baseball players in Japan. If you did well in this league, youād be signed onto the pros once you hit eighteen.
Kira had been playing the sport so well, many thought sheād end up playing Majors with the rest of men. However the MLB in the States has a very strict screening for quirks as they want to preserve the authenticity of the sport and not allow too strong of a quirk. When it was discovered that Kira had enhanced strength, she was barred from entry, much the dismay to her and her father. This meant that although Kira could compete in Japan, she couldnāt compete with the best. It was a huge blow to her competitive fire and she went on to play for a bit longer before retiring, no longer having the drive to continue. However it wasnāt all badā¦ Kira had heard some promising rumors of something forming that had use of quirks and hers had to be the best, right? ...
[QUIRK]
Rubber Muscle Overcharge - A mutation in Kiraās muscle fibers have resulted in them performing feats of increased strength, provided the right motion is performed. Firstly, Kira is incredibly flexible, appearing double jointed and almost rubbery when tested.
For example, she could rotate her forearm several times over, coiling her muscles and flesh around her radius and ulna bones. It is a conscious act to perform and theoretically, Kira is only limited to her own strength as the elastic tension caused by her own muscles will increase the amount of resistance. Once Kira relaxes and stops forcing her arm to twist, the muscles and skin will unwind using the elastic tension to return Kiraās arm to normal. By really stretching her limits of flexibility, Kira can extra force in tests of strength, like coiling her legs in a squat right before a jump to get added height or twisting her upper body several times over to spin like a violent top.
As the elastic tension increases, Kiraās flesh appears as if she had gotten a sunburn and eventually, steam will escape from her pores as some of the stored energy escapes through heat. Icing the muscles used in this way is recommended as the muscles will inflame from such usage. As an added effect, using this quirk requires a lot of calories and will cause quite a hunger.
Kira isnāt presently aware of her true strength and simply believes she has super strength. What she isnāt aware of, however, is that the motions in baseball have her stretch conveniently to use some of her quirkās strength. When batting and pitching, she stretches her torso along her spine more so than she realizes, allowing her to get that extra āfireā when up to bat or on the mound. Otherwise her athletics (ie running) are just above par with an average, healthy, twenty year old.
For example, she could rotate her forearm several times over, coiling her muscles and flesh around her radius and ulna bones. It is a conscious act to perform and theoretically, Kira is only limited to her own strength as the elastic tension caused by her own muscles will increase the amount of resistance. Once Kira relaxes and stops forcing her arm to twist, the muscles and skin will unwind using the elastic tension to return Kiraās arm to normal. By really stretching her limits of flexibility, Kira can extra force in tests of strength, like coiling her legs in a squat right before a jump to get added height or twisting her upper body several times over to spin like a violent top.
As the elastic tension increases, Kiraās flesh appears as if she had gotten a sunburn and eventually, steam will escape from her pores as some of the stored energy escapes through heat. Icing the muscles used in this way is recommended as the muscles will inflame from such usage. As an added effect, using this quirk requires a lot of calories and will cause quite a hunger.
Kira isnāt presently aware of her true strength and simply believes she has super strength. What she isnāt aware of, however, is that the motions in baseball have her stretch conveniently to use some of her quirkās strength. When batting and pitching, she stretches her torso along her spine more so than she realizes, allowing her to get that extra āfireā when up to bat or on the mound. Otherwise her athletics (ie running) are just above par with an average, healthy, twenty year old.
[SKILLS]
Baseball.
It takes more than just brute strength to play baseball well and Kira has the reflexes and focus to compete with the best of the Japanese Junior Professional League. Her strengths were obviously batting and pitching.
Rich.
Due to her fatherās profession, he ended up with a lot of money before he retired. Kira never needed to worry about a problem that money could solve. More than that, Kira has quite a sum of money in her account because apparently being a mini-celebrity in the Juniors was enough for Kira to become a marketable figure for advertising agencies, though that attention has faded as Kiraās chance to play in the majors has been reduced to zero. Still, you might find Kiraās face on a poster for a kidās shoe line out there.
It takes more than just brute strength to play baseball well and Kira has the reflexes and focus to compete with the best of the Japanese Junior Professional League. Her strengths were obviously batting and pitching.
Rich.
Due to her fatherās profession, he ended up with a lot of money before he retired. Kira never needed to worry about a problem that money could solve. More than that, Kira has quite a sum of money in her account because apparently being a mini-celebrity in the Juniors was enough for Kira to become a marketable figure for advertising agencies, though that attention has faded as Kiraās chance to play in the majors has been reduced to zero. Still, you might find Kiraās face on a poster for a kidās shoe line out there.
[SAMPLE POST]
The letter addressed to Kira from Tumble had been sitting on her desk since this morning. It was now six in the evening as Kira had finished a nervous walk around the block. She didnāt know what her chances were with being accepted into Tumbleās Hero Agency. She had no knowledge of how they gauged quirks but surely, hers would be acceptedā¦ right? She does have super strength and didnāt All Might have the same thing? Of course sheād be accepted. All Might was a hero and sheād be a great one, maybe even a better oneā¦
No, now wasnāt the time to get ahead of herself. One step at a time as dad always said. Fundamentals first and once you get those, start aiming higher. First step was opening this letter. In an instant, she reached out and grabbed the envelope, ripping it open before the envelope had even completely left the table. The letter was slightly ripped as it was extracted from its paper casing and Kira quickly devoured with her eyes the kanji printed on the paper.
Accepted. Of course. She knew it to be, but still, she found the idea of being a hero a bit frightening. It was a different game compared to baseballā¦ āHey father! I made it! I got accepted!ā Kira called from the office of her fatherās house. She knew her father was right around the corner but heard only a faint grunt in response. He clearly was still down about his only daughter not being a baseball player. Despite that, she knew he would be happy for her. Nowā¦ how best to train...
No, now wasnāt the time to get ahead of herself. One step at a time as dad always said. Fundamentals first and once you get those, start aiming higher. First step was opening this letter. In an instant, she reached out and grabbed the envelope, ripping it open before the envelope had even completely left the table. The letter was slightly ripped as it was extracted from its paper casing and Kira quickly devoured with her eyes the kanji printed on the paper.
Accepted. Of course. She knew it to be, but still, she found the idea of being a hero a bit frightening. It was a different game compared to baseballā¦ āHey father! I made it! I got accepted!ā Kira called from the office of her fatherās house. She knew her father was right around the corner but heard only a faint grunt in response. He clearly was still down about his only daughter not being a baseball player. Despite that, she knew he would be happy for her. Nowā¦ how best to train...
[OTHERS]
Seeing as Kira has had difficulties utilizing her strength without a ball or bat in hand, she keeps a fancy bat with a fancy sheath with her, almost as if it were her sword.
Iatos The Guardian of Death. And I-ate those.
Member
Seen
6 yrs ago
Ruby clothes are usually elegant and black with frills and white quillings, thus resembling elegant gothic lolita fashion. She often wears a red corset beneath with black shoes and red socks.
[NAME]
Rubina Westerville: "Ruby Lake"
[GENDER]
Female
[AGE]
16
[PERSONALITY]
Self reliant, rebellious and somewhat naughty would probably be some words that you could use to describe her. She's quite fiery, very active, and not really shy as she trained that away ages ago. She can be rather tsudere to people she likes. She's hard working when motivated, and tends to goof off or get bored when she's not.
Ruby is a girl who seeks some excitement and enlightenment in her life as she comes from a strict and sheltered life. Curious about the outside world and the experiences she could gain from not being constantly molded into perfection by various people in her life. She's not unfriendly as she has been taught to be rather well behaved towards others and will try to behave around new people she meets to make a good impression. However, there are times when she needs to just try new things, gain new experiences and just see things for herself.
One could say she's on a path to discovering who she truly is. Is she really the girl her parents want her to be? Or is she someone completely different? Only time will reveal the person she truly is or will grow into.
Ruby is a girl who seeks some excitement and enlightenment in her life as she comes from a strict and sheltered life. Curious about the outside world and the experiences she could gain from not being constantly molded into perfection by various people in her life. She's not unfriendly as she has been taught to be rather well behaved towards others and will try to behave around new people she meets to make a good impression. However, there are times when she needs to just try new things, gain new experiences and just see things for herself.
One could say she's on a path to discovering who she truly is. Is she really the girl her parents want her to be? Or is she someone completely different? Only time will reveal the person she truly is or will grow into.
[BACKSTORY]
The daughter of a quite wealthy family, Rubina or 'Ruby' as she prefer being called have been lived a strict and controlled life. While her parents nearly never come home, they still forced their wills of what they liked Ruby to become upon her against her will. Wanting her to become the heir of their legacy they had quite strict ideals of what skills was required achieve that goal. While not being able to force their ideals upon her in person while being away, they kept contact with their servants who in turn carrie out their will. Most of her lifem Ruby have been raised, lectured and taught by servants and private tutors.
However, Ruby grew to dislike most of them as they seemed to have had a square view on what they thought would make a 'perfect girl'. Constant nagging and attempted corrections from her servants in response to her behavior made her grow increasingly resistant as she grew older and smarter. As she started seeing through their behavior, she grew rebellious, doing whatever she liked instead while letting others take responsibility for her actions. During most of her life, there was only one person she really trusted and could relate too, a butler named Jack Lake. He was nice to her and seemed to get her. He earned her trust over the years from her childhood through kindness and compassion. Ruby liked him a lot and continued to do so even as she grew older. He became somewhat of a father figure for her as she didn't see her real father very often and had grown to dislike him.
Being a lone child was quite tough, she had to shoulder whatever her parents tried to put on her, from learning how to act like a proper young lady to satisfy her mothers ideals. To how to run a company, from the ideals of her father. One moment she could be learning how to dance waltz and other dances, another she could be studying economics. It was tiresome, and the only way Ruby really got to vent was during her free time when she took to unleash pent up emotions often through her quirk and physical training. Interestingly enough, one of the few ways Jack helped her was by helping her train in Dragon-Fu, a somewhat combined material arts practice with dragon like abilities added in. He also helped her stretch, and actually helped her practice dancing in a fun way by teaching her that it could be used both in combat and interactions as it was important to be able to move around securely while also having attention on opponents and respond to their moves with her own.
Being a lone child was quite tough, she had to shoulder whatever her parents tried to put on her, from learning how to act like a proper young lady to satisfy her mothers ideals. To how to run a company, from the ideals of her father. One moment she could be learning how to dance waltz and other dances, another she could be studying economics. It was tiresome, and the only way Ruby really got to vent was during her free time when she took to unleash pent up emotions often through her quirk and physical training. Interestingly enough, one of the few ways Jack helped her was by helping her train in Dragon-Fu, a somewhat combined material arts practice with dragon like abilities added in. He also helped her stretch, and actually helped her practice dancing in a fun way by teaching her that it could be used both in combat and interactions as it was important to be able to move around securely while also having attention on opponents and respond to their moves with her own.
Her young life was pretty much what one would expect, from an early age she was raised mostly by the servants and they became somewhat more of a family to her than what her real one ever was. As a child she hadn't started to dislike anyone just yet, but she had gotten some bad experiences from interacting with her parents.
The older she got, the less people she started to trust, mostly because there was too many folks to listen too and too few she could really relate with and feel like she belonged. They treated her as a little princess, and while they spoiled her, they also required a lot from her in return. Ruby learned that her parents thought they could just buy her affection if needed, but the older she got, the more she realized that they didn't realize how smart she was becoming.
The biggest moment in her life was probably when she started developing her quirk. She started growing horns and wings, suddenly turning more dragon like. It was difficult at first getting used to it, and she often accidentally sat fire to something which she ended up getting scolded for. As she grew, so did her appetite. She turned into somewhat of a glutton, wanting food very often, so much her servants thought she was going to get fat. Since it was 'unladylike' to eat a lot, they tried to restrict her.
It was another factor that made her stop liking most of the people around her. She started sneaking into the kitchen to grab whatever she could find. The chef however caught her, and wanted to teach her a lesson by putting out red hot chili peppers on the table, something to make her regret eating it. However, it turned out that it backfired as Ruby loved the taste of them; having a breath that literally could set things on fire, spicy things were nothing but treats and candy to her.
The older she got, the less people she started to trust, mostly because there was too many folks to listen too and too few she could really relate with and feel like she belonged. They treated her as a little princess, and while they spoiled her, they also required a lot from her in return. Ruby learned that her parents thought they could just buy her affection if needed, but the older she got, the more she realized that they didn't realize how smart she was becoming.
The biggest moment in her life was probably when she started developing her quirk. She started growing horns and wings, suddenly turning more dragon like. It was difficult at first getting used to it, and she often accidentally sat fire to something which she ended up getting scolded for. As she grew, so did her appetite. She turned into somewhat of a glutton, wanting food very often, so much her servants thought she was going to get fat. Since it was 'unladylike' to eat a lot, they tried to restrict her.
It was another factor that made her stop liking most of the people around her. She started sneaking into the kitchen to grab whatever she could find. The chef however caught her, and wanted to teach her a lesson by putting out red hot chili peppers on the table, something to make her regret eating it. However, it turned out that it backfired as Ruby loved the taste of them; having a breath that literally could set things on fire, spicy things were nothing but treats and candy to her.
Growing into a teenager puberty would hit at some point. The spur of growth and development would be a time where she would wreck down all the foundations of her past life and test all limits. It was a time of big change, one that would make her into the girl she is today. From learning more advanced things to turning from a rather 'obedient' girl to a rebellious teenager.
Learning how to fight, how to lead, how to dance, and how to do difficult calculations. She grew more and more self reliant, trusting only Jack whom she shared just about all her teenage problems with. From the really embarrassing stuff to fun and games. She was just glad to have him around.
Learning how to fight, how to lead, how to dance, and how to do difficult calculations. She grew more and more self reliant, trusting only Jack whom she shared just about all her teenage problems with. From the really embarrassing stuff to fun and games. She was just glad to have him around.
[QUIRK]
Little Dragon:
Little Dragon is a quirk that grants Ruby characteristics of a dragon. Namely a dragon's horns, tail, wings, claws, and ability to breath fire.
Mostly shown by the illustration above, Several parts of her body are diffusely covered in a layer of tough scales. These protect her from most physical hazards and provide resistance to fire. The claws Ruby possesses are very sharp, allowing her to cut into things if she want too. Her wings are slightly smaller than that of a fully grown dragon, but these still allow her to fly or glide over short distances and heights.
While labeled as a strong quirk by some, it is not without its weaknesses. The traits that Ruby received are more complementary and do not provide any boost in her physical capabilities. Although not that obvious, Ruby doesn't posses more strength or endurance than a normal girl her age. And despite the resilience provided by her scales, not all parts of her body are protected by it, giving her several vulnerable areas that could be used against her. Lastly, sustained flight or a prolonged, steady stream of fire aren't things Ruby is capable off. Well, at least for now.
Little Dragon is a quirk that grants Ruby characteristics of a dragon. Namely a dragon's horns, tail, wings, claws, and ability to breath fire.
Mostly shown by the illustration above, Several parts of her body are diffusely covered in a layer of tough scales. These protect her from most physical hazards and provide resistance to fire. The claws Ruby possesses are very sharp, allowing her to cut into things if she want too. Her wings are slightly smaller than that of a fully grown dragon, but these still allow her to fly or glide over short distances and heights.
While labeled as a strong quirk by some, it is not without its weaknesses. The traits that Ruby received are more complementary and do not provide any boost in her physical capabilities. Although not that obvious, Ruby doesn't posses more strength or endurance than a normal girl her age. And despite the resilience provided by her scales, not all parts of her body are protected by it, giving her several vulnerable areas that could be used against her. Lastly, sustained flight or a prolonged, steady stream of fire aren't things Ruby is capable off. Well, at least for now.
[SKILLS]
Dragon-Fu: Basically a mixed material art formed with dragon parts added. She was taught this mostly from Jack Lake who knew a lot about martial arts, through a lot of training, and by seeking out the knowledge of how to advance it.
Gluttony of Spices Ruby is very found of anything spicy; from red hot chili peppers to whatever else is considered as 'super hot'. Being able to literally breathe fire, she is resistant to heat and almost complete immune to spicy food. She does however really like the taste of it.
Dancing: Not a skill she's technically found off, but she can dance really well because she was forced to take learn it, the only one that could make her like doing it was Jack when he said she could use it to learn how to fight better becuase it gave mobility skills and the ability to read others.
[SAMPLE POST]
It all really started on a rainy Monday, with black and gray filling the sky. Rain was beating towards the roof like small nails falling from above and Ruby was extra sulky because she couldn't go outside. While rain was not dangerous to her she din't like the cold rain, nor was she technically allowed too go outside either, but there was few things except for chains that could stop her if she really wanted too. It hadn't been a bad day, but Ruby was in a foul mood anyway. She was just getting tired of being locked up, locked in and forced to become a princess. Most of her life she had never really left the estate, only gone outside to play in the yard as a child or go for walks in the sun. Of course, there was those occasional moments when she got into a car to get driven to an airport or wherever her parents sent her.
Between starring out car windows, airplane windows, reading or watching television about it, Ruby had hardly ever seen nature in its full beauty. It was what made her feel trapped inside, A feeling fueled quite a bit by herself too since she probably could have run away if she wanted too, but there was a wide unknown world outside.
Tapping on her computer that she at least was allowed to have, Ruby checked the various pages and news that she used too. An article about heroism and heroes that popped up on the front page drew her attention as usual; various heroes performing large deeds so that people like herself could live a normal boring life. Ruby was jealous of them, they could be out there in the heat of the moment, fight crime and whatever. And here she sat, bored to death by the weather, and freaking starving since dinner hadn't been served yet.
A few more clicks got her to a forum which she used to rant, she found herself often writing about her daily troubles without revealing who she was or what they technically was about. Using her username "Red_Lake". She had just wrote a short rant "Ugh... I wish I could be a Hero, and not need to sit through one other of Bob's lectures about social classes of old... who the Fluff cares if there was peasants and nobility in the past?... its not that much different today... what I wouldn't give to go camping in the mountains, get a soda, and just live a life outside four walls for once... sorry for ranting as usual" she wrote, and then laid back on her bed to stare at the roof.
Her eyes trailed around as she laid there on her back with wings spread to the side, her hair was somewhat getting in the way of her face as she had laid down suddenly, but she merely let a the back of her right hand rest on her forehead before slowly sliding down on the pillow behind, her left was on her belly. The idle sound of her tail scraping against the bed filled her ears, yet she just closed her eyes for a moment to rest. Suddenly however she stirred from the sound of a message popping up on her computer screen. For a second she groaned that she forgotten to turn the sound off again, but she lazily shifted to the side and looked to the screen.
"There's a someone that can show and teach you how to be a hero"-it was from an unknown sender.
The message in the screen was burning into Ruby's eyes, at first she thought nothing off it. Was it a joke or just someone trying to really make her feel better? No matter she decided to not leave it unanswered and replied "Like how? Not like you just go and become a hero or something. Besides, four walls you know. " she replied.
It was silent for a while.
She then received another message here's a -Link- if you don't believe me"-the same person replied
Ruby looked to the message and idly stroked the link with her cursor to read the destination while pondering over if she should click it or not. She didn't want to end up somewhere weird or get viruses or something, after all she didn't need the extra trouble or end up loosing her computer. Figuring she might as well, she clicked the link and ended up with information about Tumble. She spent a good while there, reading up, checking sources and when she was done, she was not dissatisfied.
A few days more passed and Ruby eventually got fed up with everything. Eventually she couldn't stand being locked up anymore. Thus when the weather cleared she headed outside before taking to the sky. She let the winds guide her as she went to seek out Tumble, wherever she may be.
Between starring out car windows, airplane windows, reading or watching television about it, Ruby had hardly ever seen nature in its full beauty. It was what made her feel trapped inside, A feeling fueled quite a bit by herself too since she probably could have run away if she wanted too, but there was a wide unknown world outside.
Tapping on her computer that she at least was allowed to have, Ruby checked the various pages and news that she used too. An article about heroism and heroes that popped up on the front page drew her attention as usual; various heroes performing large deeds so that people like herself could live a normal boring life. Ruby was jealous of them, they could be out there in the heat of the moment, fight crime and whatever. And here she sat, bored to death by the weather, and freaking starving since dinner hadn't been served yet.
A few more clicks got her to a forum which she used to rant, she found herself often writing about her daily troubles without revealing who she was or what they technically was about. Using her username "Red_Lake". She had just wrote a short rant "Ugh... I wish I could be a Hero, and not need to sit through one other of Bob's lectures about social classes of old... who the Fluff cares if there was peasants and nobility in the past?... its not that much different today... what I wouldn't give to go camping in the mountains, get a soda, and just live a life outside four walls for once... sorry for ranting as usual" she wrote, and then laid back on her bed to stare at the roof.
Her eyes trailed around as she laid there on her back with wings spread to the side, her hair was somewhat getting in the way of her face as she had laid down suddenly, but she merely let a the back of her right hand rest on her forehead before slowly sliding down on the pillow behind, her left was on her belly. The idle sound of her tail scraping against the bed filled her ears, yet she just closed her eyes for a moment to rest. Suddenly however she stirred from the sound of a message popping up on her computer screen. For a second she groaned that she forgotten to turn the sound off again, but she lazily shifted to the side and looked to the screen.
"There's a someone that can show and teach you how to be a hero"-it was from an unknown sender.
The message in the screen was burning into Ruby's eyes, at first she thought nothing off it. Was it a joke or just someone trying to really make her feel better? No matter she decided to not leave it unanswered and replied "Like how? Not like you just go and become a hero or something. Besides, four walls you know. " she replied.
It was silent for a while.
She then received another message here's a -Link- if you don't believe me"-the same person replied
Ruby looked to the message and idly stroked the link with her cursor to read the destination while pondering over if she should click it or not. She didn't want to end up somewhere weird or get viruses or something, after all she didn't need the extra trouble or end up loosing her computer. Figuring she might as well, she clicked the link and ended up with information about Tumble. She spent a good while there, reading up, checking sources and when she was done, she was not dissatisfied.
A few days more passed and Ruby eventually got fed up with everything. Eventually she couldn't stand being locked up anymore. Thus when the weather cleared she headed outside before taking to the sky. She let the winds guide her as she went to seek out Tumble, wherever she may be.
[OTHERS]
As for what she aspires for, Ruby dreams of making a name for herself in the world rather than following the strict path carved by her parents or ride on any wave they have created. It was because of this she made somewhat of an alias for herself. Ruby Lake, she called herself, because Ruby being a nickname she preferred over 'Young lady' which she had heard too many times. And the last name Lake, mostly because she often wish that Jack Lake would have been her father instead so she wouldn't have to go through all the bull crap just to live a good life.
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[Murdok]
Image accurately represents clothing, loose fit, matrial arts gi/attire. Typically accustomed by a cloak/robe which is worn. The man also shows a fascination/favor for beanies and headbands. Shoewear is 'ninja' tabi.
[Birth NAME]
Shugo Fukunaga
[First, Last]
[First, Last]
[GENDER]
Male
[AGE]
17
[PERSONALITY]
Ornery, aloof, blunt, and shows tendencies of overall rudeness and mischievousness. Calling 'Murdock' an Anti-hero would be far to kind. Views the 'Heroes Dream' as a fools journey. Rather pessimistic, or lacks faith, concerning life and the 'good left within the world'. Fully aware of his bad temper/attitude, Murdok shows zero desire to change. Despite all prior statements, albeit hard, to gain Murdok's trust would be to gain an unwavering comrade and friend. Finally, loves to be a grouch. For he thinks, "Nobody spends time getting to know an asshole." (Which works perfectly for Murdok's aloof persona.)
[BACKSTORY]
Mother and father were renown heroes, sadly both died [out on the field/during battle]. Murdok was left in the care of his only brother, who was twenty-three. Being a swiftly growing hero himself, Murdok was basically left to tend himself. Since Murdok's older brother possessed very little time to take care of him. Murdok possesses the same quirk as his mother, whereas the older brother possessed the same quirk as their father. (A gorilla-quirk, much like Murdok's.)
Already a notable problem child under his brothers care. This factor increased ten-fold upon the vanishing of his brother. (Kumatetsu Fukunaga, [Hero name N/A]) One month passed with Murdok under the 'foster-care' of another before he ran away. At age of thirteen Murdok was living on his own.
Currently Murdok struggles with a severe criminal record due to his attitude, destruction of property, theft, and even a few deaths. Albeit those deaths were committed in self defense, they still reflect horribly on the boy. Belief Murdok is a 'diamond in the rough', 'a man constantly at the wrong place, at the wrong time', and 'absolutely needs to get his shit together, or risks being branded a villain'.
Already a notable problem child under his brothers care. This factor increased ten-fold upon the vanishing of his brother. (Kumatetsu Fukunaga, [Hero name N/A]) One month passed with Murdok under the 'foster-care' of another before he ran away. At age of thirteen Murdok was living on his own.
Currently Murdok struggles with a severe criminal record due to his attitude, destruction of property, theft, and even a few deaths. Albeit those deaths were committed in self defense, they still reflect horribly on the boy. Belief Murdok is a 'diamond in the rough', 'a man constantly at the wrong place, at the wrong time', and 'absolutely needs to get his shit together, or risks being branded a villain'.
[QUIRK]
Monkey King/Sun Wukong - [Mutant-Class Quirk] Called "Monkey King/Sun Wukong" not only by users, but others. Name, with zero surprise, stems from the legends of the Monkey king. Users share physiology of a monkey or Ape. Body is covered in fur, except for face, palms and etc. Facial structure, eyes and even teeth resembles that of a massive humanoid Monkey. Yes he possesses a tail, and feet are alike hands, able to grab things/etc. (Murdok can only swing from his tail, briefly, any longer or sustained holding could prove harmful. Also, the tail is a major weakspot. Hence why it's always wrapped around his waist when idle.)
Without training, Murdok possesses unnaturally high agility, stamina and strength. In no way, are his attributes further than ordinary human capabilities. Yet attributes far surpass his age and body-build. (Currently his agility is his most outstanding/notable attribute.) Also with enough work Murdok is likely able to achieve superhuman-status in previously stated domains.
Final thing which should be mentioned, sharing physiology with apes causes vocal cords to be stronger or create sounds, howls and yells unlike a human could. Murdok displays considerable ability to mimic sounds, or throw his voice as well. (This factor also aids in beat-boxing.)
Without training, Murdok possesses unnaturally high agility, stamina and strength. In no way, are his attributes further than ordinary human capabilities. Yet attributes far surpass his age and body-build. (Currently his agility is his most outstanding/notable attribute.) Also with enough work Murdok is likely able to achieve superhuman-status in previously stated domains.
Final thing which should be mentioned, sharing physiology with apes causes vocal cords to be stronger or create sounds, howls and yells unlike a human could. Murdok displays considerable ability to mimic sounds, or throw his voice as well. (This factor also aids in beat-boxing.)
[SKILLS]
Martial arts/CQC - Displays high knowledge and skill with fist fighting and overall close quarters combat. In fact, the atmosphere where people have seen Murdok most 'civil' is during times of training within a dojo.
Beats and Rhymes - Fascinated with the music scene of hip-hop, rap, and the like. Possesses a notable skill with creating beats, tempos and timing. Murdok also has a knack for rhyming. But, it's obvious his strong suit is producing/beats.
Soft-Steps - Living on the streets and doing other scandalous activities has left Murdok constantly moving with a silent stride. Or at least, typically moves as quiet as manageable without realizing it. Thus, can prove to be impeccably silent when decision to sneak is taken. (Of course, this skill, alike all others. Have an extreme amount of room for improvement and are the farthest thing from perfection!)
Beats and Rhymes - Fascinated with the music scene of hip-hop, rap, and the like. Possesses a notable skill with creating beats, tempos and timing. Murdok also has a knack for rhyming. But, it's obvious his strong suit is producing/beats.
Soft-Steps - Living on the streets and doing other scandalous activities has left Murdok constantly moving with a silent stride. Or at least, typically moves as quiet as manageable without realizing it. Thus, can prove to be impeccably silent when decision to sneak is taken. (Of course, this skill, alike all others. Have an extreme amount of room for improvement and are the farthest thing from perfection!)
[SAMPLE POST]
Clumsy movements down the street screeched to a halt. Direction shifted and Murdok entered a nearby phone-booth. Persistent telephone rings became silenced upon the man answering it. Raised eyebrow of curiosity weakened as the words were listened too. The following sound could only be related to a local zoo. Murdok laughed, no, he howled due to what the person on the other line stated and said. Bracing himself on the wall and holding side which now ached, the phone dropped and began lazily dangling by the cord. A comical 'ppppbbbbbbbbbbtttt' echoed in the booth as Murdok collected himself from all the amusement. Standing upright, the phone was grabbed once more. Obviously the person on the line was very annoyed now, as Murdok could hear them well before placing phone to ear.
"I do not wish to play hero. Never have and never wi-...."
Sentence was cut short, previous cocky attitude went monotone. Which anger swelled and replaced, Murdok could swear the plastic of the phone was going to crack as grip forcibly tightened. A member of Tumble's agency was on the other line. Speaking of Murdok's brother had caused the reaction of anger and silence.
'I see a nerve has been struck, goood! Now, listen carefully Mister Murdok. Refusal of Tumble's offer is not an option. We both know this is your last straw and you risk being branded a villain. Concerning your brother.. You will get no better information, than what other heroes can provide. Thus, we expect to see you soon! Also stay out of trouble! Or else.....' *Click*
Slamming of the phone hanging up was all that echoed now. Besides the normal hubbub of the streets, that is. Patting his pockets and person, Murdok withdraws a smoke and takes a long drag. To relieve stress and all. Kicking the door of the booth to a close, direction is headed to where he's needed. Or would it be better to say, forced to be?
"I do not wish to play hero. Never have and never wi-...."
Sentence was cut short, previous cocky attitude went monotone. Which anger swelled and replaced, Murdok could swear the plastic of the phone was going to crack as grip forcibly tightened. A member of Tumble's agency was on the other line. Speaking of Murdok's brother had caused the reaction of anger and silence.
'I see a nerve has been struck, goood! Now, listen carefully Mister Murdok. Refusal of Tumble's offer is not an option. We both know this is your last straw and you risk being branded a villain. Concerning your brother.. You will get no better information, than what other heroes can provide. Thus, we expect to see you soon! Also stay out of trouble! Or else.....' *Click*
Slamming of the phone hanging up was all that echoed now. Besides the normal hubbub of the streets, that is. Patting his pockets and person, Murdok withdraws a smoke and takes a long drag. To relieve stress and all. Kicking the door of the booth to a close, direction is headed to where he's needed. Or would it be better to say, forced to be?
[OTHERS]
Insults concerning his physiology are asking for immediate hostile reaction from Murdok. Nothing crawls under his skin more than a 'monkey-based' insult or comment. Heck, he even shows extreme awkwardness or irritation even at compliments to this subject. Murdok is also a die-hard smoker of cigarettes....
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