[hider=Sana Helme]
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[sub][color=fc5873]"Hatred outlives the hateful." - [i]Brian Tinsman[/i][/color][/sub]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQC0Q1b-h7U]1. ♫[/url] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xfn3l8xZYw]2. ♫[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kox3OiQdXSk]3. ♫[/url] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKJJ4b1zqZU]4. ♫[/url]

[b][color=fc5873]Name:[/color][/b] Sana Helme
[b][color=fc5873]Age:[/color][/b] 19
[b][color=fc5873]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=fc5873]Height:[/color][/b] 174 cm
[b][color=fc5873]Weight:[/color][/b] 58 kg
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[b][color=fc5873][APPEARANCE][/color][/b]
[hider=Regular Appearance][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/CUuLpXg.png[/img][/center][/hider]
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Sana is an individual who seems to be holding back all the time--a bundle of fury buried deep beneath a relatively composed, if slightly blunt and abrasive, personality. This subtle loudness to her character manifests in a not-so-subtle way in her choice of clothing. She most often wears fire-resistant orange firefighter coveralls with fitted rubber boots. The girl is not really one to shy away from attention-grabbing, not really caring for what others think of her in the slightest, but if she must, her more subdued wardrobe is made up of plain t-shirts and shorts.
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Her costume is more purposefully attention grabbing, boiling down to a bikini with unbuttoned firefighting gear over top, completed by a standard firefighter oxygen mask to protect her identity. More exposed skin makes it easier to utilize her quirk, and it's just a bonus that she happens to be aware she's got a nice body and doesn't mind showing it off, even if it's to a person she's about to burn alive.
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[b][color=fc5873][VILLAIN PROFILE][/color][/b]
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[b][color=fc5873]Villain Name:[/color][/b] Animus
[b][color=fc5873]Quirk Name:[/color][/b] Self-Ignition
[b][color=fc5873]Quirk Type:[/color][/b] Mutant
[b][color=fc5873]Quirk Description:[/color][/b]
[indent]Sana lights herself on fire.

Though there's no physical indication as with many Mutant-type quirks, Sana's body can heat up at will, and enough so to outright start a fire with her skin acting as an unburning, unlimited source of fuel. The girl can be very selective with the area of her body that she heats up. When she specifically heats up a muscle, she describes the sensation as feeling loose and invigorated--doing so gives her a factor of super-human agility and strength. The more heat, the higher the power, as though her body is a roaring fire given human form.

Permanent side effects due to the quirk include a high resistance to fire as well as needing very little oxygen. Sana can hold her breath for over an hour even while doing strenuous exercises without feeling the negative effects that a lack of oxygen is supposed to lead to. Overuse of her abilities leads to her natural fire resistance to slowly begin to fail. Actually severely burning herself is just about an impossibility, however, as she'd lose the energy to maintain any sort of flame long before her resistance lowers so drastically, but first degree burns are common and painful. Her 'insides,' as it were, have less resistance than her skin. This means she is more limited with her super agility and strength factors. The heat and fire beneath her skin start to become unbearably painful much quicker.[/indent]
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[b][color=fc5873][INVENTORY][/color][/b]
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- Extremely fire-resistant clothes, from her daily attire to her costume--such clothing was a necessity in her household.
- A small backpack she carries around with her pretty much everywhere, containing important small items like her phone and wallet. It's easy to toss to the side when the need to use her quirk arises.
- Lives with her mother in a small place that is only the second house Sana's ever lived in. There, her small collection of books is what she prizes most. Other than that, she doesn't have much in the way of items she values, but there are a few trophies from track meets that the girl can't really get rid of, even if they remind her of what she might have accomplished if she hadn't been born to her father.
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[b][color=fc5873][SAMPLE POST][/color][/b]
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The smell of a human burning was objectively repulsive.

It should bring the most visceral of negative reactions, causing one to feel deeply nauseated if not outright inducing a fit of vomiting. All the different matter burning--skin, hair, blood, even whole organs and cerebrospinal fluid. All the smells blend together to create something truly sick.

It was the joy from experiencing this assault on her nostrils that caused Sana to finally realize there was something wrong with her.

The girl let her grip on what used to be the face of the charred husk loosen, the body falling with a thump to the floor. She gazed down at the remains of the man with antipathy.

[color=ff5151][i]That's my girl.[/i][/color]

Sana whirled around to face the mouth of the alley. No one was there. She was just hearing her father again. Of course, he'd be happy to see this. To see his daughter finally cross the point of no return and take her first human life. He'd groomed her with this occasion in mind.

He was a monster, but he was still dad. Just like she was enjoying the smell of the man she had just burnt to death, she found herself happy with the thought that her father would have been proud of her. For a moment, she almost found herself thinking it was a shame he had let himself get killed.

She was a monster too, now. She had been for a long time, but now it was real. Now she saw it. The overpowering odour was a constant reminder. It was a relief, in a way, to finally stop fighting against the nature her father had beaten into her. It was [i]his[/i] fault she was so broken. It was harder to hate that fact and to wallow and wish she could be normal than it was to just accept it as reality.

She'd struggled so long to keep hoping that she might one day break free from her ancestry and become an admired pro hero. She'd spent nearly every waking moment resisting her father and learning all she could about what it meant to be a pro hero, and with every day she wanted it more and more. She had even been accepted into U.J. Academy after her father's death, with the help of her mother. 

She'd been naive, as expected of a child. She was a walking aberration. That much was clear as day now. She was broken by her father, but that didn't change the fact that it was her problem to deal with now.

Sana took another look at the body. The man it belonged to had been a degenerate--Sana had found out he had sexually assaulted one of her classmates, using his quirk to overpower her. It was fitting that he had been completely overpowered himself in his last moments, uselessly flailing his quirk about as he was burnt alive for his transgressions. 

The police were too slow. The pro heroes were too slow. They had been too slow to kill her father and save her before she had gotten to this point.

The inept, fame-chasing rabble of clowns who happened to be allowed to use their quirks to fight crime, but could hardly even manage that. Her father had taught her hatred and, at first, it was solely directed back at him. Now, though, she hated all the incompetent heroes who never rescued her from her living nightmare--not until it was too late and she had already begun to hate herself most of all. For all their failures, she found herself wanting to smell them burn too. 

[color=ff5151][i]All of them.[/i][/color]

Sana quietly told the voice of her father to shut up as she walked out of the alleyway into the night, acutely aware she wouldn't be at U.J. for her morning classes.
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[hider=Eleanor Harris]
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[sub][color=03fcd3]"I think I might be an overachiever."[/color][/sub]
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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqRW26HFr0o]3. ♫[/url] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4XixubpDVk]4. ♫[/url]


[b][color=03fcd3]Name:[/color][/b] Eleanor Harris
[b][color=03fcd3]Age:[/color][/b] 17
[b][color=03fcd3]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=03fcd3]Height:[/color][/b] 172 cm
[b][color=03fcd3]Weight:[/color][/b] 63 kg
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[b][color=03fcd3][APPEARANCE][/color][/b]
[hider=Regular Appearance][center][img]https://i.ibb.co/NVNghH3/Eleanor-Quirk-Off.png[/img][/center][/hider]
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Dogged belief that she must never stop pushing forward is what defines Elly. Though it's a rare sight, her natural hair colour is actually blonde--her quirk, when in active use, causes her hair and eyes to be a bright blue. While awake, she nearly always has it consciously active, as a means of constant training. 

Due to the wet nature of her quirk, it's equally rare to see Elly wearing anything but athletic wear that resists water better than regular clothing. Track jackets, hoodies, spats, leggings, and sneakers of a spectrum of colours from muted grays to neon greens--she's never been particularly picky about looks, which can lead to some questionable outfits on mornings where she's sleepier than usual.
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[hider=Hero Costume][center][img]https://i.ibb.co/8jT8cZR/djeeta-granblue-guider-to-the-eternal-edge-artwork.png[/img][/center][/hider]
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Specially made to be able to transform with her body, Elly's costume allows her to freely use her quirk without having to worry about ending up naked, which is nice. As for practicality behind the design itself--none, really. Elly simply wanted something that would help boost her popularity. Most would agree the costume accomplishes this too.
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[b][color=03fcd3][HERO PROFILE][/color][/b]
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[b][color=03fcd3]Hero Name:[/color][/b] Torrent
[b][color=03fcd3]Quirk Name:[/color][/b] Water Body
[b][color=03fcd3]Quirk Type:[/color][/b] Transformation
[b][color=03fcd3]Quirk Description:[/color][/b]
[indent]Elly can shapeshift her body into water.

[indent][i]With a pair of quirkless parents and two quirkless siblings, Elly was believed to be the same for a long time. Nobody was able to make the connection that the fact she seemingly sweat a bit more than the norm [i]was[/i] related to her quirk--a very young and undeveloped version of it, but a quirk nonetheless. Eventually, as it strengthened itself through accidental use, the change in the pigments of the girl's hair and eyes were noticeable enough for her to be tested again. This time, her quirk was officially recorded.

Even when Elly thought she was quirkless, she had still been aiming to become a hero. With the discovery, she became extremely motivated, immediately getting to work in strengthening both quirk and body to make up for lost time, proving that she could do much more than 'sweat' extra.[/i][/indent]

Elly can instantly turn any part of her body into water at will--from the tip of her pinky finger to a chunk of her stomach to her entire body. She also has a level of telekinetic control over this water, allowing her to 'keep her shape,' for one. This ability is most used to avoid damage to her 'normal body' by quickly transforming a part of herself to make any impact harmlessly splash through her. This telekinetic control is also used to return water that's escaped the main body in one way or another back to her--it's also the only way she can 'rebuild' herself if turned completely into a puddle.

Truly damaging Elly through her water is difficult. Temperatures hot enough to evaporate the liquid or cold enough to begin to freeze it are dangerous, and both slow down her transformation time considerably.

An application of the quirk in its infancy is a factor of super strength. Outside water can be assimilated into Elly's 'system.' Currently, she can only really return to her normal shape--that is, how she looks like regularly, her default 172cm, 63kg normal human body state. However, with extra water in her system, her body like this is stronger and faster than normal, dependent on how much extra water she is holding. Holding water past her normal capacity is extra tiring, and the length of time she can keep it all assimilated lowers the further past capacity she is. There are signs that with much practice and effort, she may not be only able to return to her normal shape, instead quickly shapeshifting her body to suit situations based on how much extra water she currently has assimilated, leading to immense versatility and power.

Along with the normal consequences of overworking one's body, overuse of the quirk leads to severe dehydration and spontaneous activations of the transformation--essentially quirk muscle spasms. These spasms are how the potential to shapeshift and hold a different solid form than her normal human body was discovered. As an example, the quirk may spasm and cramp, causing her forearm to eject water that solidifies as a protrusion from her skin, before sinking back into her as the cramp subsides.[/indent]
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[b][color=03fcd3][INVENTORY][/color][/b]
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- Not a whole lot. Having things on one's person is discouraged when everywhere you walk is one big splash zone. A water-resistant phone and a small wallet with no cash are necessities, as is a bottle of water that she chugs and refills dozens of times throughout the day.
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[b][color=03fcd3][SAMPLE POST][/color][/b]
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While she [i]might[/i] have gone a [i]teensy[/i] little [i]tiny[/i] bit overboard during the training exercise, and was being yelled at again for it by the irate principal of the second-rate hero school she attended, Elly simply couldn't help but feel proud about herself.

The dumb grin she was wearing definitely wasn't helping the principal's mood, even though his ranting lectures were just white noise to her at this point. Wait, that fact was probably clear too through her body language. He yelled louder. Yeah, probably also not helping.

Hm.

He was screaming about having some common sense. Sure, she [i]had[/i] completely laid out the kid she had been sparring against, but 1. pulling punches in training when their aspirations were to deal with real, dangerous villains would be idiotic and 2. the kid was kind of a dick anyway.

She had already pleaded both those cases a few times each and the teachers here didn't want to hear it, so at this point she had learned to just keep quiet while everyone just calmed down.

[color=c4df9b]"Um, sir..."[/color]

The school's secretary, timidly walking over to interrupt the rant at hand. She motioned for the principle to turn, both their backs to Elly now as they whispered. The principal seemed to choke on his own spit.

[color=fdc68a]"Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable!"[/color] he yelled, throwing his hands up and quickly exiting the office. Elly fought hard to keep down a laugh--she'd seen him livid before, but that was the first time she had ever heard him swore.

As she watched him through the glass turn into his office, the secretary sat down next to her.

[color=c4df9b]"It's U.J."[/color] she said excitedly, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. Elly perked up immediately, expression clearly asking for more information.

[color=c4df9b]"They've been talking with us the past couple days. They're interested in transferring you there!"[/color]

Elly blinked. [color=03fcd3]"Really?"[/color]

The woman nodded, and Elly finally afforded herself a genuine smile. A moment later though, she realized that the principal must be talking to someone from the far more prestigious school now. The smile faded a bit.

[color=03fcd3]"He's not gonna let me go."[/color]

The secretary gave a laugh at that. [color=c4df9b]"Oh dear, believe me, he will. He's much softer than he lets on. He knows as much as you and I do that that's where you deserve to be, not here. He's not going to show it, but he's happy for you."[/color]

Elly blinked, incredulous again.

[color=c4df9b]"I swear."[/color]

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She was right.

Elly kept the phone to her ear until she heard the other end hang up. Slowly, she moved the device away from her ear so she could look at the number, still in disbelief. Yes, it was still U.J.'s. Yes, she [i]had[/i] just spoken with staff from the school, reconfirming she would be transferring there. The girl flopped back onto her bed, staring at her ceiling.

She had been a late bloomer. Thought quirkless for years, she had had far less time training than all her peers that had the same aspirations she did. She had worked a hundred times harder than everyone around her to make up for that difference. She had ignored all the teasing about how useless her quirk was. Despite all the anxiety she always felt, despite being terrified to fail--and knowing she would have to, hundreds and hundreds of times to catch up--she had kept fighting through it.

And she had failed. Even with all her efforts, she hadn't been strong enough to pass the U.J. entrance exams when they had come around.

For the thousandth time, she had wanted to give up.

But--and though it was harder this time than any other--for the thousandth time, she hadn't. More anxiety, more fear, more potential failure, and having to accept the failures that had already passed--she shouldered it all again and trained herself even harder. Ragged day in and day out, but pushing further each time. She made it into her second choice school, and excelled beyond any of her peers. With each passing day, the gap only grew larger.

And people had noticed. Really, it hadn't taken long, but it had felt like an eternity to the girl who hid the anxiety that wracked her exceptionally well.

Elly found herself laying on her stomach, her face in her pillow, halfway between sobbing and laughing. The right people had noticed the results of all her effort. She had earned her way to the best hero education she could have hoped for.

Elly had earned it. 

The girl flipped herself back over, to stare at the wall another moment as she wiped her face with her arm, the tears disappearing into her skin. Enough crying, that wasn't fit for a future top hero. There was only one thing to do now.

Bouncing up off the bed, she slipped her sneakers back on and made her way through her quiet home. 

Again, she remembered the last thing her old principal had said to her when he delivered the news of the transfer to her himself.

[color=fdc68a][i]"Go get 'em. And stay out of my hair."[/i][/color]

Elly stifled a giggle at the memory, stepping through her front entrance and locking the door behind her, thoughts shifting to her plans for tonight.

The pond. That's where she'd spend this evening. It just felt like a heavy quirk-training kind of night to the water girl. 
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