Okay, here he is, lmk if I should change anything or if there are any problems!

[hider=The Revitalizing Hero, Elixir]
[color=lightpink][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] 
[center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/03/b8/78/03b8785d5be95ee0ae8eeb2cf3af7ac8.jpg[/img]
[hider=Hero Outfit][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/ab/77/ceab770f7583b8b6d61287ea52500909.jpg[/img][/hider]

[color=lightpink][b]Name:[/b][/color]
Chisato "Chi" Yuuki

[color=lightpink][b]Age:[/b][/color]
17

[color=lightpink][b]Gender:[/b][/color]
Male

[color=lightpink][b]Hero/Villain Name:[/b][/color]
Elixir

[color=lightpink][b]Quirk Name:[/b][/color]
Holy Blood

[color=lightpink][b]Quirk Type:[/b][/color]
Emitter

[color=lightpink][b]Quirk Description:[/b][/color]
Chisato's father had the ability to accelerate the healing process by touching the target, while Chisato's mother had a Quirk that let her control how quickly the blood in her body circulated. These two Quirks came together to create what Chi had now. In the simplest of terms, Chi has blood that can accelerate the healing process of whatever comes into contact with it (or if the target were to ingest it). While he can manipulate how much blood can come out of his body, once it leaves his body, he had no control over it. His blood is an interesting neon blue color which helps differentiate his own blood when tending to someone else. The major drawbacks of this Quirk is that expelling too much blood at one time can lead to Chisato losing consciousness or even worse. Because his body acts like a container for his Holy Blood, Chisato is immune to the effects of his own blood, which makes him prone to illness and injury. Even when he's getting blood to help someone else, the cut or puncture wound he inflicts will not automatically heal and instead would take hours before it started clotting.

[color=lightpink][b]Inventory & Possessions:[/b][/color]
Chi always has on him a pocket knife, a syringe, a pack of strawberry mint flavored bubblegum to keep him from falling asleep, and a random snack for similar reasons.

[color=lightpink][b]Sample Post:[/b][/color] 
(this takes a week before our current time)
Chisato was never the type of person to exert himself anymore than he had to. In gym class, he was usually exempt because of his condition, or in the middle of classes, no one would fault him for falling asleep after helping out the school nurse with a patient. He wasn't the epitome of laziness, far from it, but there were few things that would get him running out of class and sprinting all the way back home without a word.

His mother.

Something...something happened. His father wouldn't elaborate in the text message, but Chi knew that he had to be there. He ran through other people's yards, passed oncoming traffic and even went through little stores that would shorten how long it took to get back home. Tears pricked his silvery blue eyes as his pink hoodie fell back on his shoulders, revealing a messy mop of strawberry pinkish blond hair. He probably looked like a madman, but none of that mattered right now.

[i]His mother![/i]

As he got close and closer to his rather large home, the ringing of sirens and flashes of red and yellow assaulted Chisato's already waning senses. The sight before him was...something he never thought he'd have to witness.

There were cars everywhere, stopping to see what was going on.

An ambulance and several police cars, their sirens still ringing with purpose.

His father kneeling on the ground, hands desperately glowing the familiar green he'd come to familiarize himself with. 

And lastly, what he zeroed in on...

[i]His mother...[/i]

Her skin was red, the blood underneath boiling against her unprepared skin. Her eyes wide as tears of blood rolled down the apple of her cheeks and onto the floor like a stream. Her body twitching and shaking from how fast her blood was circulating through her body...Chi could've sworn he could hear her heart beating from where he was; it being the only thing he could hear, and she being the only thing his mind could process.

He took a step step forward, then another, then another, before he was finally in front of his mother and beside his father. No one said anything, at least, not that Chisato could hear any of it. But now that he was close, the image of what was once his mother was burned into his mind. Her skin was melting from being unable to handle the heat radiating inside of her. And while the now traumatized boy didn't hesitate to slice his forearm and try to give her some of his blood, he was stopped by his father as well as the ambulance as they were trying to take what was left of her into the car.

Chisato didn't realize he was fighting back, [i]screaming[/i], reaching out for the one that brought him into this world. He could barely feel his fathers tighten grasp on him, nor the tears streaming down his face. It was all too much at once. Why wouldn't they let him go with her, why was he even here? He could've done so...[i]so[/i] much more.

He wanted her. 

He wanted his mother back.[/center][/hider]