Appearance: Physical and Costumed Appearance

Regular Appearance (clothing-wise)
Standing at a small 5 feet, Breeze is normally mistaken for a child, weight fluctuating depending on her Quirk. Messy green hair is barely held back back a ribbon and some pins, while similar colored eyes are almost always downcast. Body tends to be mostly covered.

Name: Breeze Porfirio
Age: 15
Gender: Female

Hero/Villain Name: Arsenal
Quirk Name: Living Armory
Quirk Type: Transformation
Quirk Description: Breeze's Quirk, Living Armory, gives Breeze the ability to store objects of any shape or kind inside of her body, so long as they aren't bigger than her body. For example, if she were to store a knife, she'd push the weapon into her forearm and allow it to sink into her body. Once she's done so, a tattoo of said item will appear where she placed it, in this case her forearm. She can store as many things as she wants inside of her so long as there's space on her skin; no overlapping of tattoos. The weight of each object Breeze puts inside of her is the same, so the more stuff she has in her, the heavier she gets. The properties of said items are still there, so things like metal detectors will go off on her tattoos. And if a tattoo were to get cut or anything of the sort, said item will morph into her skin, causing excruciating pain and maybe even deadly consequences depending on the item and where it's located.

Inventory & Possessions: Breeze tries not to use her Quirk unless she really needs to use it, so she often carries around a little messenger bag which carries her phone, a roll of gauze, a few pieces of peppermint candy, and a blanket she can cover herself with in case she needs to hide her tattoos. She also has spare pins for her hair on her person at all times.

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Name: Damian Lavernius
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Hero Name: Upgrade
Quirk Name: Reinforcement
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description: Reinforcement improves the quality of an object Damian is touching for a short time. What he improves depends on the object he's touching; he can touch clothing to make them tougher or he can touch a blade to make it sharper. He can even touch food to make them taste better. He can only do this to objects and not living creatures though he can use his quirk on plants. Damian needs to touch the objects first before he can Reinforce them and they'll remain reinforced for one minute, though the reinforcement can remain indefinitely as long as he's holding it.

With a greater amount of focus Damian can give traits to an object he touches but these traits always only last one minute regardless if he's holding it or not. He can give the following special traits to objects: He can make them heavier, lighter, glowing, stiff, flexible, cleaned, or dirty. Damian can only give one object one trait at a time and if he tries to give another object a trait the previous one goes away.

Reinforcement comes from Damian's own muscles and over use can damage and strain his muscles. That's why large objects and/or objects made of multiple parts are much harder to reinforce, as more of his muscle mass becomes damaged just trying to sustain them all. Damian can easily reinforce small complex objects like a cellphone or a hamburger no problem, but trying to reinforce something bigger than a door or as a complex as a car is difficult. Only parts of said objects will have any reinforced quality and only the parts he's touching.

Inventory & Possessions:
In his regular outfit Damian carries normal things like his school supplies and cellphone. He has a wallet with his driver's license and such, but he never carries cash unless he needs to. He drives an Audi that belongs to his dad and he takes a lot of care to make sure it's never dirty or damaged. His dad says he'll give it to Damian once he either gets into college or joins a hero agency.

In his hero outfit Damian carries a few notable pieces of gear. First is a combat knife with a taser on the reverse edge given to him by his father. Damian knows how to fight with it but also knows only to use it sparingly, and if possible only use the taser side. It also has a glass breaker on the pommel. Damian also carries some first aid kits on his belts and at least three pepper spray bottles. He also carries two pairs metal police issued handcuffs for securing criminals. They have very short chains that make it impossibly for criminals to use as garrotes, and they tighten if those captured twists their hands in them.

Sample Post:

"Is it over dad? Are-are we safe now?"

A tall, tired looking man and a smaller, portly woman were smiling and shedding tears as they embraced Damian. For once in a long while, good news had arrived and the family could stop running. A police officer smiled and handed Damian a newspaper with the headline mentioning how a powerful crime family had finally been caught, with many of it's top leaders guilty of terrible crimes they've been getting away with for too long.

"That's right sir, you and your family can come out from hiding now. Someone finally managed to pin those goons with all of the crimes that your father helped us with. I'm sorry that they've been such a problem for so long, but now that they've been arrested your family is safe again."

Damian stepped away from his parents so he could read it. A coordinated attack by a local hero agency, one that his father had worked for, managed to not only find enough evidence to catch those criminals but even caught them in the act of trading government secrets to a terror organization. These guys weren't just going to be sitting behind bars; they were going to get the full book thrown at them. It made Damian smile to see some justice finally done. But at the same time, it made him sad. He looked over to his parents who were crying tears of joy, but then he looked over at the family portrait. Four people on there: Damian, his parents, and his sister. A brave woman and a hero. Despite being a sidekick it was thanks to her that Damian's father and so many others are alive. But it costed her life, and it ended up haunting Damian and his family in more ways than one.

After the police officer left, Damian and his family sat around the dinner table to talk. They could finally use their real names again, go back to their home and go see their old friends. Damian however had a different idea. As much as he wanted to move back to Manhattan, he had a life here in San Francisco too. He was tired of always running and hiding, and his father didn't train him to just take an office job and do nothing with his powers. His sister didn't die just so Damian could live a boring life away from the injustices in the world. He wanted to pick up where she left off. Damian was going to be a hero. He handed his parents some documents, an application form to the Academy of U.J.

"Damian you... You can't be serious? After everything that's happened you still-"

"Of course. Because of everything that's happened, how can I not be? I can't just... I can't just ignore it. I can't just pretend that bad stuff isn't going to happen anymore."

"Son, I understand what you mean but you know it's not that simple. Being a good guy and having good intentions, it's still dangerous work. Your sister she... Bless her heart, she is a hero. But you don't have to be her."

"I'm not trying to be her dad. This is what I want to be. This is a part of my life now. And I'm not going to give it up."

"Damian, please, don't throw your life away like this! We can finally move on with our lives, we don't have to life in fear anymore! You can still do great things but you don't need to risk your life to do that. Run a charity, start a support business, but please son don't do this!"

"Mom, calm down. I'm not trying to hurt myself. I know the dangers. I'm... I'm not saying I'm not afraid of getting hurt or dying either. But I can't just live like that! You know what I'm capable of, what sis was capable of, hell dad you know what I can do! This is what you trained me for! Of course it's going to be dangerous. But that's why it has to be me. I can't... I can't just wait for someone to save me anymore. I know, that's just what happened, but I hated it. Four years guys, four years I've had to be afraid. But that ends now!"

It wasn't an easy decision. They were still very hurt about what happened to Damian's sister and they didn't want the same thing to happen to him. But Damian was firm in his decision. He wasn't going to let it scare him off. She never once wanted Damian to ever be afraid of villains, of people who abuse their powers, or anyone who would hurt others. Damian's father might've taught him how to fight but she was the one who taught Damian how to fight back. His mother still insisted that Damian choose a safer life, but his father understood all too well what Damian wanted to do. Naturally he was worried for his son but Damian was a man now. He had to make his own choices and this was the choice he made.

"I will be a hero!"

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Name: Molly Felara
Age: 33
Gender: Female

Villain Name: Marionetta
Quirk Name: Marionette
Quirk Type: Mutant
Quirk Description: Molly is unable to move her body the same way most living beings do. Her quirk has left her body without the necessary muscle structure to move her limbs, though the structure for facial expression and the autonomous operation of inner organs is thankfully intact. The muscles that should be located inside her body instead manifest outside her body thanks to her quirk, taking the form of tentacle-like appendages, so thin as to be almost invisible to the naked eye. These "threads" originate in the pores of her skin, sharing space with hair follicles, and are variable in length, able to extend out from her body up to a distance of 30 feet. They are tipped with a sticky substance similar to what the human body uses to prevent hair follicles from falling out, but in greater amounts for more adhering power. The structure of Molly's body forces her to control her own body like one would control a puppet, using the tentacle-like muscle threads to manipulate herself from without by latching them to nearby surfaces and contracting the threads to pull her limbs where she wants them to go. This comes with some unique difficulties - standing upright is easiest when there are tall walls or ceilings around her, or other things like lamp posts and street lights above. In the absence of these things, she can stay upright by pushing off the ground with her tentacle muscles instead of pulling herself up, but it takes much more effort.

Though it would be easy to consider a quirk like this more of a hindrance than a boon - and indeed it was for much of Molly's young life - she has grown over the years to become just as dexterous with these threads as any other human is with their own muscles, if not more so. She is able to aptly imitate the motions of a person with normal muscles, and thanks to her threads, is able to go beyond that, moving her body in ways no other human can. Her quirk also makes her body extremely flexible; she can bend her limbs in ways that would cause pain to most people, though not in ways that would defy human anatomy, similar to a contortionist. This flexibility allows her to accomplish tricks like turning her head 180 degrees, or twisting her torso almost entirely around. Using enough threads, Molly can even achieve a limited form of flight - assuming she is indoors or there is a tall enough structure nearby - by attaching her threads to objects or surfaces above her and lifting herself entirely off the ground. Because of these, Molly can be very hard to pin down in close combat, her movements being eclectic and acrobatic in ways almost impossible to train for. Finally, she can manipulate light objects with her threads as well, things like her knives being easy to control with only a few threads. Obviously, the heavier an object is, the more of her tentacle-like muscles are needed to move it, and the more threads she devotes to moving something other than herself, the fewer threads she has to move her own body with, meaning even the act of pulling another person her own weight toward herself would take nearly all of her threads and leave her motionless.

However, since the threads are muscle, they have similar limitations to the muscles of others. Strenuous activity consumes stamina, and too much strain will cause them to get sore - the biggest factor limiting her ability to "fly". Furthermore, since they are located outside of her body, the are more prone to damage - they can be cut, and it hurts. The muscle has regenerative properties which will allow the threads to regrow after a day or so, but until then the range of any cut thread will be severely reduced, if it's even usable at all due to the pain. Cutting her threads can be difficult due to their low visibility and her own skill with them, but it gets easier the more tired she is; as individual threads get harder to move herself with, she'll begin bunching them together, making them visible and less precise in their movement.

Inventory & Possessions:

• Knives. She does her best to keep 8 honed kitchen knives on her person while in costume, hidden under the white sash around her midsection.
• (A pistol. Still need to reasearch what kind. Am comfortable with removing this)
• Geno. An antique wooden puppet in a jester outfit, coloured purple with a yellow star pattern on the cloak and bell-adorned hat. Does not come with her while doing villainous work. Very precious to Molly.

Hair as dark as the night, twisting, knotting and crawling to drag everything into the dark abyss. Braided, tied and brushed to keep the beast from being unleashed. Skin fair and faultless, slim and fragile as a doll.

A slender and tall frame, Chloe is 178cm tall and light as a feather. Her hair when braided holds intertwined down to her waist, unlocked it spreads to her ankles without activation of her quirk. Eyes hidden behind white bandages, got a secret, let's keep it the third eye awaits. Chloe will always wear bandages around her eyes, not many know what lies underneath, some speculate there's nothing at all and her true eyes lie hidden within the braids of her hair. The reality is that she's keeps the bandages as form of training her third, that is the ability to sense others auras this is due to her relying on her quirk consistently; believing that it might help her in future to predict where people are, can be and will be, additionally believing it will aid in her fortune reading.

Seemingly aloof, you can't quite tell what she's thinking unless you read her tone of voice. She is often kind to everyone she meets and will gladly offer them a cup of tea and some scones, preparing it to their liking. This prim appearance can be off putting to some, she cant help how she was raised and believes it is normal to act as such. Often getting mistaken for a rich snob, she dislikes people who jump to conclusions. Due to her upbringing she's' consistently respectful and finds it difficult to relax and be casual with others.

It some situations she can be seen talking to herself as if there's somebody else with her, a person named Desmond. Since she could remember, Desmond has been a part of Chloes' life, initially people thought it was an imaginary friend, Chloe told them it was her hair, similar to some other quirks which spawn other life connected to the user, she would refer to him as Desmond.

When asked why she wanted to become a hero, she'll place her finger tip on her chin and say "I can't remember, but my parents said it would be a wonderful idea, and helping people is always nice."




A quirk centered around a host and parasite. Chloe acts as vessel for Desmond, he feeds off of her nutrients, offering protection and power in return. Over the years of being bonded together Desmond has come to fond of Chloe and her lifestyle, aiding her in various ways such as reaching high objects, punishing attackers and even so much as creating a seat for her to sit on as she sips tea. There are many uses to the quirk and it's unclear who is in control, on one side it is Desmond who shapes the power yet Chloe instructs him and feeds him nutrients.

When activated, the quirk can exchange Chloes' hair to a stretch of 10M and changing the physical makeup of the hair as necessary.

The product is dependant on the situation but both Desmond and Chloe must be able to withstand what they are doing, don't expect her to lift buildings and carry a school bus of children with her hair alone. The backlash behind this is that for the more strength required the more nutrients required so Chloe is not suited for skirmishes that last for long periods without a pick-me-up. Easily becoming drained and unable to fully utilise her capabilities after long periods of quirk use. Additionally, if the hair itself is damages or cut off, it severely wounds Chloe. Due to this large weakness, when the hair is potentially at risk of damage the consistency will quickly transform into something almost indestructible to defend itself but if a constant barrage of strong hits are taken the defence can be broken through severely wounding Chloe.



DXYXXXX
Subject shows stable vital signs, quirk detected, beginning nurture phase.

Faded memories of her younger life remain floating in her brain, only recent memories of her teenage life remain. As far as Chloe can remember, she was raised with a silver spoon and rarely had many difficulties in life, homeschooled from a young age, the only interaction being servants hired by the family.

DXYXXXX
Subject displays signs of adaptability and increased learning development.
Quirk further strengthened. Eyesight lost.
Subject speaks to self on occasion, relies on quirk for menial tasks.

DXYXXXX
Subject is steadily growing, increased height, weight rarely increases only to decrease again.
Memories lost, Quirk Related? More research needed.

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Contacted Academy for field study. Good Luck Chloe.

SP

Sitting at her vanity table Chloe stares blankly forward brushing her hair. Obviously she can not see with the bandages warped across her eyes but its the aesthetic of the situation, after long moments of brushing her extensive locks of hair, she began to braid and talk to it. "Ah, Desmond, you're feeling strong and healthy today, I'm glad, from here on out we'll be heroes in training." Pausing for a moment she laughs to herself. "Ahaha, Desmond please, don't joke as such. You're not my sidekick we are equals, I'll be relying on you alot from here on you know." A sudden knock on the door. A servant entered the room checking up on Chloe, making sure that she has gathered her most precious of items, clothing and other items she may need. If there was nothing else to gather than the rest of the family and servants were waiting to say their goodbyes in the main hallway before a car would come to pick up Chloe.

Sitting on her vanity chair, Chloe laughed to herself once more. Nodding and whispering to herself she rises from her seating and finished her preparations, readied to leave she exited the room with the servant to meet the other people waiting for her. Slight tears were shed, words of good faith were spoken and a hug or two was passed out. Entering the car, Chloe waved goodbye, leave with the last words.
"I'll become a proud Hero, a Hero for our family."

To pass the time, Chloe began to shuffle her fortune cards, attempting to predict what was in the future ahead of her.

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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.

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Sample Post:
"...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..."

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. "Namie, ah sorry if I scared you." He said to which she began shaking her head, "Oh.. no, I-" She began but was cut off by her coach continuing. "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." 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.

"Oh well thanks, coach." 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.

"Look, the Majors are shooting themselves by not making you an offer..." 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. "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."

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? "I don't know, coach. Maybe but I'll need a moment to think about it..."

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Name: Vincent Silver
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Hero/Villain Name: Dealer
Quirk Name: Substitution
Quirk Type: Emitter
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:
"Hobbies are important, mom. One must keep their mind preoccupied otherwise they will drive themselves insane." 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.

"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..." 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. "...New purpose in life. You don't have to worry about me." 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.

"Of course. Talk to you later." 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.

Name
Dakota Roice
Hero Name
The Memorable Hero, Remorie!
Age
15
Gender
Female

Appearance



Quirk Name
Memory
Quirk Type
Emitter
Quirk Description
Memory enables Dakota to form a bright green energy out of her temples. The energy is produced from memories, meaning that Dakota loses them when using her Quirk. The energy acts similar to a sort of plasma, burning through and damaging non-metallic materials and hot to anyone's touch but Dakota's. Once made, Dakota has limited control over the energy; at the moment all she can do with it is shoot it like a projectile. It's capable of being shaped and can even subsist for a certain amount of time once disconnected from any part of Dakota, but her lack of expertise with using her Quirk means she can't capitalize on these traits so well.

Once a specific "take" of the energy dissipates for whatever reason, the memories used to make it cease to exist. Dakota can't recall them naturally, though since the synapses involved with them are still a part of her brain, she can eventually regain them. Dakota can choose to use up multiple memories to produce a bigger effect (size, power, or otherwise), with all those memories equally forfeit with the blast. Memory defaults to her short-term memory when used, so if Dakota isn't careful about what memories she chooses, the most recent ones well-up first.

Memory cannot be used on memories that are central to Dakota - any recollection that's deep rooted into her personality are unable to be burnt up, likely as a self-preservation technique.

Possessions
Dakota's only real possession of note is her Memory Journal. She keeps it everywhere she goes, and records as much as she can down in it, from ordinary events to useless trivia to a cool poem she read that day. Most smaller memories can be regained by reading them in her journal - she trusts its word over any other's.

Sample Post
"Pull!"

Dakota's eyes snapped from the sky above to one of the lean teenagers in the alley with her. In the blink of an eye, the kid chucked his soda can straight up. Dakota followed it; as it reached the peak of its arc, the young girl snapped a finger to her temple and flicked it forward. A bolt of bright green light shot through the air and hit the can, bursting into a shower of sparkles and soda. The small group of teens cheered, echoing throughout the alley, and Dakota smiled, eyes locked onto the space where the can used to be.

"Not bad." One of the teens, a stockier one that was sitting on the drink cooler, shook Dakota from her zoning out. He offered her a (not disintegrated) soda. "What was yer name again?"

"Dakota!" She beamed and reached for the drink... only for the leaner teen to snatch it from the boy's hand. He shook his head, a coy smile on his face as he held up the can.

"That ain't what ya told me earlier."

"S'not?"

"Nahh," the teen said, glancing to his friends. "You said it was like, Geraldine, or somethin'."

For a moment, Dakota just looked at him. Her focus slowly shifted, eyes glazing as her so-called attention span turned her vision fuzzy. Then, with a chipper squeak, she said, "Oh! Okay." She turned back to the bulkier teen, smiling still. "I'm Geraldine!"

A wave of snickers passed over the teens. "Right, Geraldine," the lean one said, "let's see you nab this one!" He tossed the soda - her soda, not that she even realized it was - and she did it again, spraying the brick wall with sweet bubbling beverage. A small round of applause passed again, and the teen with the drinks held out another one to her.

"Not bad," he said, nearly the exact same tone as before. "What did ya say yer name was, again?"

Dakota smiled and, with all the confidence in the world, replied as if it were the truth. "I'm Geraldine!"

Name
Orson Bigges
Villain Name
Big Shot
Age
38
Gender
Male

Appearance



Quirk Name
Body Double
Quirk Type
Emitter
Quirk Description
Orson's quirk was, originally, very limited in its capability. Body Double let Orson make a single clone of himself over a short period of time. They had a shared consciousness and shared every physical trait, down to cadence and tics. The clone could also take just as much punishment and pain as the original Orson, though at a certain threshold it would disintegrate. The process was too long to be used in the heat of battle, requiring Orson to be clever in its use... at least, originally.

After years of slow EVO used, Body Double has since undergone a massive metamorphosis. Semi-playfully dubbed "Children" by Orson, his Quirk can now be used almost instantly, but the more important change is that instead of solely creating an identical lookalike, Orson is able to produce multiple copies at once, at the cost of their intelligence and likeness - they come out more like malformed, humanoid creatures than clones of Orson. The more he makes, the more the shared consciousness is replaced by a faint telepathic control, the clones acting on Orson's goals, so long as he can concentrate on them (the more he wants them to accomplish, the easier it is to disrupt the train of thought). This, however, comes with added downsides, the biggest of which being that the more clones he makes, the weaker he himself becomes, losing his luster and becoming physically frailer.

Inventory
There are two things that Orson never lets leave him hands: a small .357 Derringer that he keeps in a pocket holster at all times, and three thumb-sized vials of his infamous drug, EVO, a thick dark-purple fluid. EVO is a heavily modified offshoot from the equally prevalent drug, Trigger, with even nastier effects; complete biological evolution of Quirks, permanently. Side effects include premature fusing of skeletal structure (thus Orson's deformities), and in many cases mental instability due to the body not being able to handle the new extents of its Quirk.

Sample Post
Orson watched the ceiling fan spin lazily above him, circulating more dust than it did the summer heat. But his attentions were elsewhere. Like hell he would let himself wallow in this dingy apartment, self-pity piled around him. Even now, when he was at his rock bottom, rug swept from his feet and nothing else in the world for him, he was focused solely on business.

It just happened that his current business was keeping himself out of prison.

His mind's eye drifted between the different consciousnesses around him; he glanced around the corner of the motel he was hidden in, tracking every car that even passed the street; he scanned the skies from the rooftop, dropping low to the decaying tile at any dark shape that flew overhead; and he stared at the door to his room like a hawk, carefully hidden in the unlit rafters above. He was safe, for now, not that it would stop him from check.....

"...night's biggest story, the capture of Orson Bigges."

All at once, Orson returned to himself, like he just took a dive into a freezing pool. He sat up in bed, just enough to see the old CRTV, and the news that was playing on it.

"As I'm sure our audience is aware, today was another triumphant triumph over villainy as notorious kingpin Orson Bigges, otherwise known as 'Big Shot' - guess the guy had some confidence problems, eh? - was uprooted from his spot during a massive sting on his entire operation. Officials say that the majority of Bigges' manufacturers were arrested, putting an end to any major production of EVO within the Southern California area. Officials also say that while the drug's distribution is heavily crippled, Bigges himself has evaded custody, and that it is imperative that any knowledge of his whereabouts be reported. Coming up, the San Jose Armadillos face off again--"

The TV was suddenly wrenched from its stand and thrown to the floor, where it shattered into pieces. Orson was, again, surprised, but not as much as before. Rage had filled his mind, making him clench the bedsheets. And while his awareness had wandered from him, his 'Children' acted on his desires. In the dim moonlight, the three Children he had on watch returned to the room. Wiry bodies and heads too big for them, facial features stretched or outright missing. One didn't have an arm. And they were just looking at him, a low gurgling coming from their throats.

Orson sighed and released the sheets. "Thanks, guys," he muttered, falling back onto his pillow. He turned his head, staring out the window at the night sky, and after a moment his three personal bodyguards began climbing back outside...

To go find him a new TV.