[hider=Now up to bat... - Namie Braggs]
Appearance:
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[img]https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/026/472/large/woo-kim-doodle-24.jpg[/img][/hider]
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[img]https://safebooru.org//images/2039/8ab78e5ae2a3406c951ad8405d55edda6fa578a2.png?2125749[/img][/hider]
Name: Namie Braggs
Age: 16 - November 8th
Gender: Female

Hero Name: Phase

Quirk Name: Matter State
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description:
In short, [Matter State] uses specialized glands under the skin turn viscous fiber into a maple syrup-like liquid that can secreted from the body. The user of this Quirk can mentally alter the state of matter this substance is in by altering the temperature, making it warmer to turn into a gas and colder to turn into a solid. The boiling and freezing points are relatively low in energy requirements as in, in order for the for the user to turn the liquid into a gas, one just has to think about the liquid getting warmer until it reaches around 100 *F and for the solid around 20*F. The user can alter the temperature at their best so long as the substance is touching them and may struggle with temperature altering when the substance is away from their body. It isn't impossible to manipulate the state of matter of the substance away from the person but requires great concentration to achieve distant manipulation due to the requirement of linkage with the material, severely ramping difficult with distant from the substance (a feat Namie struggles with presently). The substance in all forms is noted to be quite dense, sinking to the bottom of a glass of water in both solid and liquid states. The user of this Quirk must maintain a high fiber diet and overuse of their Quirk will result in extreme dietary fiber loss. Low fiber in the body means that they will have horrid bowel activities and can even risk some more severe consequences of too much Quirk use.

Inventory & Possessions: 

Sample Post: 
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[color=f7941d][b]"...And that's all she wrote for your game and season tonight. The San Fransisco Coyotes will fall just short for the second year as your reigning champions, the Sacramento Saints, will remain the California Junior League Champions. 7-2, tonight, I'm sure the Coyotes were looking for more on their rematch but against a pitcher whose Quirk was..."[/b][/color][/color]

The loudspeaker faded into a rambled mummer as layers of concrete shielded Namie from hearing the disappointing recap. It was her last year in the Juniors and despite her best efforts to win this time, she couldn't win the championship. However, her disappointment reached new heights under the realization that she'd never get the call for the Majors. If she had lead her team to a win tonight, she might have impressed some people in spite of not possessing a Quirk that didn't help her in baseball. Unfortunately, the Bigs were saturated with players that had advantageous Quirks since their limited allowance in play, leaving those without little chance.

It was quiet in the locker room as many of the other Coyote players brooded over playing their last game with a loss. It didn't help quell any of her feelings as she passed wordlessly towards her locker and absently, she started clearing it out. There was a lot going through her mind that she hardly recognized how automatic her movements were. Grief that it was over with a loss, anger at unfairness of it all, confusion at what happens next. She didn't even notice her head coach called to her quietly until his hand tapped her shoulder.

Namie jolted slightly as she turned around, surprised that someone was even bothering. [color=00a651]"Namie, ah sorry if I scared you."[/color] He said to which she began shaking her head, [color=ed145b]"Oh.. no, I-"[/color] She began but was cut off by her coach continuing. [color=00a651]"Nah, I get it. Look, I just want to congratulate you on a great last season. You put a lot of work into this team and you were certainly one of our finest."[/color] He kept his hand on her shoulder this whole time but finally gave it a light squeeze before recalling it. He nodded with a reaffirming smile but his lips curled back like he wanted to say something. 

[color=ed145b]"Oh well thanks, coach."[/color] Namie muttered awkwardly as she turned away to stuff her towel into her bag. She just wanted to leave but with her coach still lingering there, she felt like he definitely had something on his mind. She paused, looking up from her bag eyes trailing up before they stopped suddenly, settling on the small pin displaying the bust of All-Might. It was no secret her head coach was a fan and had often recited inspirational quotes during team practices and meetings. Her coach seemed to have noticed where Namie's attention was and that might have encouraged him to finally offer what was eating at his mind.

[color=00a651]"Look, the Majors are shooting themselves by not making you an offer..."[/color] Namie clenched her teeth hearing that, regretting ever admitting her feelings about it to her coach. She wanted to just stop him there but he had too much of her respect for her to do that. [color=00a651]"But I think you're meant for a different profession. With your work ethic, fierce competitiveness, and your Quirk, you should really consider applying to a hero academy. You'd do really well and far and away better than just being a Majors baseball player."[/color]

Her fist rolled into a ball. This was not what she wanted to hear right now, to just give up on her actual dream for... becoming a hero. He had to be joking but searching the man's face, she found nothing to betray his words. She lightened as she let out a sigh. With how much her coach admired heroes (especially All Might), she knew he was not making this suggestion lightly. If he truly thought she was qualified, then there was no better time to approach her now... right? Was she really considering it? [color=ed145b]"I don't know, coach. Maybe but I'll need a moment to think about it..."[/color][/hider]

[hider=Deal me in - Vincent Silver]
Appearance:
[hider=Profile][img]https://safebooru.org//images/2183/5c9138c34ce57742444f463454a49121fe59be96.png?2275547[/img][/hider]
[hider=Costume][img]https://safebooru.org//images/2340/50380e5d3f5cce02589089637902e664d68a384f.jpg?2436672[/img][/hider]
Name: Vincent Silver
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Hero/Villain Name: Dealer
Quirk Name: Substitution
Quirk Type: [color=#FFFFFF]Emitter[/color]
Quirk Description: Substitute allows the user to swap any two items between their right and left hands. The connection between the two items is maintained so long as one of the items is held. There is a weight limit but it is about a small car's worth. The distance of a maintained bond between objects is about 100 meters.

Inventory & Possessions:
The only thing important to him is always keeping a purple flower, a Blackjack Viola, on his person at all times.

Sample Post: 
[color=662d91]"Hobbies are important, mom. One must keep their mind preoccupied otherwise they will drive themselves insane."[/color]  Vincent spoke in a hushed tone and yet his voice was smooth, carrying the vibe of an evening radio DJ. Maybe that's his mother called as much as she did. It was anyone's guess since she hadn't really cared before. Whatever her response was, his attention hadn't wavered from the bed of flowers before him. All sorts of colors, shapes, and patterns lay before his scanning gaze. Gardening was a craft that didn't require careful attentiveness as the flowers did most of the work but it was one that you could really get into for perfect flowers.

[color=662d91]"Yes, you say that every time I mention my garden but I can assure you, I have moved on since Emily's death. I've found..."[/color] Vincent paused as he caught the sight of a small honey bee that was circling one of his flowers. He reached out and gently coaxed it onto his finger. [color=662d91]"...New purpose in life. You don't have to worry about me."[/color] His words still calm as he brought the creeping insect up to eye level. His inspection so close that the bee could, if it cared to, listen in on what his mother said back through the phone's speaker.

[color=662d91]"Of course. Talk to you later."[/color] His tone never betrayed his true emotion. He hung up, slipping the phone into a pocket, and then he reached out for a small stone. Never taking his eyes off the bee, he dropped the stone into his watering pail and then with a sudden poof, the bee disappeared and the stone appeared on the back of his hand. He rolled his hand and the stone slid off. He rose to his feet, picked up his watering pail, and walked back towards his small house as if not sparing another thought about what he did. 

However, that bee was the only thing on his mind. Why had it selected the roses and not the violas? What made that one flower more worthy of pollination than the others? The other flowers deserved the chance to have a pollinator just as much that rose. Vincent's mind twisted around these and many other questions as he absently dressed himself for work. He continued to dwell on these thoughts even into his shift. A coworker would ask, "why the long face?" to which Vincent gave the truth. "Why the roses?" But the coworker wouldn't understand. Violas were Emily's favorite and yet that bee couldn't even spare a second thought to help the violas when there roses in need. Was it because the bee preferred roses? 

After his shift had ended, his mind still brooded about the reality of the bee's choice. Both flowers, both in the same flower bed, and both in need, yet the choice was made. Save the rose but fail to save the viola. That choice was being made everyday in this world and the fact that it was happening was a sickening thought. It had to end. Here and now. For Emily.

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