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[h1] [color=6ecff6]Eira Winters[/color] [/h1]
age: 17   •   gender: F

Eira is a mature-looking girl with a willowy frame. She'll wear anything she's sure she'll look good in, though she is never without her gloves. They are white, stretch to her elbows, and she absolutely refuses to take them off. Why? Well, that isn't your business, is it?[/centre]
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[b][color=6ecff6]‹Hero Name›[/color][/b]
	Antartica

[b][color=6ecff6]‹Quirk Name›[/color][/b]
	Artic Frost

[b][color=6ecff6]‹Quirk Type›[/color] [/b]
	Emitter

[b][color=6ecff6]‹Quirk Description›[/color][/b]
	Eira's quirk allows her to focus and make an area around her colder. She can control the size and temperature decrease of the area, however the shape of it will always be a sphere, with the centre being her. Lower temperatures and larger areas require more concentration, which makes multitasking difficult, and increases the strain on Eira. At the largest range, it is impossible for Eira to maintain her quirk and do anything but breathe. If it is cold enough or something stays in her radius for too long, frost will begin to form on it, but this is just regular frost.

	The immediate area around her is always cold, however this area is so small it does not cause issues for those around her. Eira's skin is cold to the touch, and if she holds something for more than a minute, frost will form. It may be possible to turn this effect not, but presently, she cannot.

	Eira's quirk does not grant her cold resistance. She can stand lower temperatures for longer than most, but she still feels the cold and overuse of her quirk is very dangerous, especially since she has a difficult time warming up afterwards. 

[b][color=6ecff6]‹Inventory & Possessions›[/color]  [/b]
	[u][color=6ecff6]Gloves:[/color][/u] She never seems to take them off. When wearing them, she can touch things without icing them over. Ever since she got them, she hasn't told a soul about what happens when she touches things without them. They don't need to know.
	
	[u][color=6ecff6]Home:[/color][/u] She lives with both her parents and elder brother. All alive, all healthy.

	[color=6ecff6][u]Snow Globes:[/u][/color] Though it is a little ironic, Eira likes to collect snow globes. She's not when it started, or when it will end. One thing is for sure though: she has a lot.

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[b][color=6ecff6]‹Sample Post›[/color] [/b]
	[hider=a memory of the past]
"Been thinking about where you want to go?"
"Mmm."
"Oh, where? Actually, let me guess. U.J.?"
"Yeah."
"It's a good choice. Oh, gloves off."

Eira hesitantly slipped them off, letting her bare arms and wrist free. It was summer, and it was supposed to be hot, but all she could feel was the chill of the air. She sighed, letting her thoughts wash over her. It was so cold, she was so cold. Ever since Eira was young, and her quirk had manifested, everything was cold. She must've looked as miserable as she felt, because when she took her eyes off of the floor, she was met with warm brown ones, the same as hers, filled with concern.

"It's alright, Eira," and a hand on her shoulder. It was supposed to be warm, but she couldn't feel it. She moved to swat it off, but hesitated. Right, no gloves. She couldn't do that. The hand left anyway, because her skin was cold too.

"Think I'll get in, Aids?"
"Aidan. And of course you will. Your quirk's really strong, after all," came the reply, and he, her brother, grinned, ruffling Eira's hair. She could only scowl in return, sombre mood replaced by one more foul.
"Quirk, huh?" she replied simply. Aidan bit his lip nervously. Wrong answer.
"Oh, you should wash your hands," he said, a little too quickly, motioning towards the sink. It was full of steaming and soapy water.
"What do you know anyway," she said bitterly, shoving her hands into the water. "You don't even have a quirk."

Aidan flinched out of the corner of her eye, but he said nothing, fixated on Eira's violent scrubbing.
"Want mine? 'Cause I don't," and an exasperated sigh in reply.
"Eira, don't say that."

It was her turn to be silent. She pulled a hot towel off of the radiator, and quickly dried her hands off. The air was filled with no words, but instead, thick, thick tension. It was a good minute before either spoke. Eira silently cursed herself. Maybe she should start to think before she talked, but really, she never would. It wasn't as if she would've said anything else.

"We should talk about this, you know," Aidan said, pulling Eira's gloves from the tub of water they had been in. He left them out to dry, and she could do nothing but stare longingly at them.
"Mmm."
"Are you going to?"
"Nah."
"You are so- nevermind. Actually, scratch that, you're insufferable. Just let me do this for you, ok?"

Eira dropped the towel onto the side of the sink, dangling her arms uselessly in the air. She couldn't use them again until her gloves were clean. Well, she could, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to feel the sheets of ice coming from her skin. Not anymore. It was difficult, trying not to touch anything, and it kind of hurt her arms after a while, but she was used to it by now.

"You already do too much. Stop it, I don't need you to babysit me," she replied bluntly.
"Jeez. You're my sister, so I'll do it if I want."
"Are you really alright with this?"
"With what?"

Eira gaped at him, before gesturing wildly. "This! You could be doing anything but you're looking after me! You some kinda masochist or some shit?"
"Like I said, you're my sister. And I don't mind doing this, so don't put words in my mouth," he replied. "And don't swear."
"You- ugh! Stop doing that. Your stupid- pity thing."
"Don't have any pity for you, Eira. You're better than me at everything," Aidan said, a lazy smile on his face. "Besides, it's hard to pity you when you act like an angry gremlin."

Eira muttered under her breath in reply, though considerably less irritated then before. Once again, neither spoke for some time, though it was considerably more comfortable. She took to gazing out the window, admiring the gentle breeze. Her brother stared at her instead, as if trying to pry into her mind. She made obscene gestures with her hands, she couldn't do anything else with them, and he grinned and joined her with staring aimlessly into the outside.

"They're done now," and he gently handed Eira her gloves back. She quickly put them on, flexing her fingers and crossing her arms. How she hated having her gloves off. She never wouldn't, not until the day her quirk was gone. "We're gonna get some other ones as well. They look the same, but just so you have something to wear when one set's in the wash."

"Thanks," was all she said in reply, still in a bit of a bitter mood. Slumped over, she began to leave. She had things that needed to be done after all. When she was halfway out the door, she turned back for a second.

"Love you, Aids."
"For the-" and a sigh. "Love you too, Eira."
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