[hider=skin][CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/mofCxyJ.png[/img][/CENTER][b][NAME][/b]
[indent]Ōe Ryoko[/indent]
[b][GENDER][/b]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[b][AGE][/b]
[indent]18[/indent]
[b][PERSONALITY][/b]
[indent]Ryoko is a rather poisonous person. Her words are crude and without reservation; very little would stop her from speaking her mind. Usually, this results in her calling people "stupid" or insulting weird behaviours, but there's often a layer of actual caring underneath all of her foul remarks. Rather than insult others in order to bully or hurt them, she callously calls out problems that she thinks she should be fixed. She's rather sociable for someone so rude. Though, that's mostly because she hates being alone. One could consider Ryoko to be, deep down, someone who wants the best for everyone but hides behind the walls that she built.[/indent]
[b][BACKSTORY][/b]
[indent]Ryoko wasn't exactly born in a traditional household. In fact, she didn't even know her father. Her mother didn't exactly work at a respectable establishment. After all, she wasn't able to get such a job that she could take pride in. In spite of this, she was a good person and tried to raise her child as best as she could. Even though her early life was tough, Ryoko loved her mother.

But she never really was accepted by other people. She was an outcast at her school. She could never take pride in her mother. As a result, she quickly had to adapt to have a quick skin. No longer was she able to care about what people said about her. She had to ignore them. She had to bite back. When middle school graduation came along, she was considered to be a delinquent. She never went to high school after that. Instead, she began to work at a small appliance shop.

Her first instance of vigilante action was dumb chance. Late at night at a convenience store, she had encountered some unsavory fellows harassing an old lady. Rather than call the police or notify the owner of the employees inside, she took matters into her own hands and went to town with a wrench. Besides a few bruised asses and egos, the two men were fine. The old lady ran to the police, like an actual smart person, and Ryoko became a blip on the radar.[/indent]
[b][QUIRK][/b]
[indent][b]Shedding[/b] - Ryoko has the ability to shed her skin and manipulate the loose cells. Because of this, she has a fairly versatile quirk that allows her to create and control simple objects. While technically she can use all of the skin on her body, doing so would cause her immense bleeding, pain, and long term side effects due to being a skinless monstrosity. As such, she is effectively limited to using a safe amount of cells: only part of her epidermis. As long as she maintains skin to skin contact with her cells, she can freely manipulate them so long as she maintains her concentration.

Even though she can make simple objects, it's rare for her to make things larger than her pinky. This is both because of her limited resources and the inherent properties of the skin. Being naturally elastic, her skin is much more suitable to be formed into objects such as rounds (which more resemble rubber pellets) that she can "fire" or strings that she can control with a modicum of accuracy. Though, that isn't to say that she would be unable to alter the properties of skin that she's controlling.

As a side effect of her quirk, her skin is naturally thicker (about twice as much) than the average person and she can regrow skin at a considerably faster rate than others. Though, for her to reach her peak growth rate rather than be below average, she must remain on a healthy and controlled diet. The control of her power is also controlled by this, as dry and bad skin becomes hard to control, manipulate, and even shed.[/indent]
[b][SKILLS][/b]
[indent][b]Tinkering[/b] - Ryoko is half decent at fixing things. She isn't exactly a journeyman, though.
[b]Iron Stomach[/b] - She can eat anything barely edible. Her mother's cooking wasn't good.[/indent]
[b][SAMPLE POST][/b]
[indent]"Really now?"

The massive woman—in more ways than one—standing outside the door had come with an interesting proposition. To come out in the middle of a storm was a bold move and the offer of being an actual hero? One of the good guys? Pff. Ryoko gave up on that a long time ago. Going to a hero school and all of that was a long forgotten dream of an idle elementary student. With a shrug, she beckoned the large horned woman inside of the shop and took a seat at her desk. Picking up a screw driver, she went back to opening the top of a teal sewing machine.

"Well, your offer is definitely something," Ryoko mumbled as she focused on the screws, "but I think I'm..." For whatever reason, Ryoko had stopped. Her fingers were deep in the wires of that decrepit machine. She took a look around her. The old, musky shop filled with hundreds of manuals strewn about the place. Dozens of specific tools, rusted and worn down from years of use. She looked at her hands, cut from strands of copper wire until calloused. Her eyes caught her very own wire strippers, where the blade had a noticeable hole from when she popped a live wire. She took a deep breath, put down her tools, and leaned back on her chair.

"I think I'll accept it."[/indent][/hider]