Yi is fairly short, only standing at 5’4”. But this is to his advantage, as it makes him seem unimposing at first to most people. His small frame also allows him him more agile and quick in his gymnastic abilities. Yi’s body is highly tone and flexible with his last 9 years focusing in training with a mixture of Tai Chi and Dim Mak(which focuses on pressure points). Both working well with his small frame.
Yi can temporarily cancel out quirks of anyone he touches, except for those with a physical mutation type quirk. He must touch the person first and activate it within a minute of touching for it to ‘seal’. He then must concentrate on keeping it sealed, doing so is hard on his mind, leading to him having small headaches for short activation periods, to throbbing migraines for The longer periods. For now he only uses his quirk as a last resort, and limits himself to one person. For each additional personal exponentially shortens the window he has to keep his focus. If he's not careful, these migraines do become debilitating for him.
Despite growing up in an america since he was five, he tends to gravitate to wearing Asian 'kungfu' fashion all the time. Trying to honor his heritage, while finding it more comfortable. He's always aware of keeping himself neat and tidy.
Collapsible metal Bo-staff- While he confident on taking opponents on with out a weapon. There are times where a staff is preferred.
Collection of kung fu movies/weapons- Yi has an insane collection of kung fu movies. Name a movie, he probably has it or seen it, as well as hundreds of others never heard of. He also loves to train with any weapon he can get his hand on in his spare time.
The sound of wood being hit and rattled rapidly and unevenly could be heard coming from the basement, accompanied by the short yell of Ei!
with most of the strikes. As it normally would have, but this time it more intense as usual.
Yi was soley focused on his wooden spinningMu ren zhuang
dummy. Each strike was much more stronger than needed, as if he was trying to break the training tool with each strike. You worthless little shit! I bring you into my home and spend my money on giving you a good life and this is all you can do? sticking your nose into other peoples business?!
Yi growled and stopped a peg from hitting him in his face, which was covered in 1st degree burn marks and nasty bruises. He followed up with hardening his fore and middle fingers, having them stick out a little farther than his fist and proceeding to hammer the main body of the Mu ren zhuang, aiming for the pin point targets he had placed randomly around the training tool. His last few strikes focused on the 'head' area. with enough force to almost send the heavy wooden dummy teetering backwards, before it crashed back into place.
Yi stood there, breathing heavily and shuddering. His right eye swollen shut now from the bruising, he looked down at his hands which were shaking involuntarily. Fresh blood dripped from his knuckles from the brutal beating of the wooden training tool.
He had to get stronger. He couldn't sit back and watch as his sister and mother protect him from that bastard any more. His sister was his hero, she always looked out for him as she protected him and taking the brunt of the wrath from their father.
Yet she always seemed to have a smile on for Yi. She had more strength and courage than he could even imagine. She was the reason... he wanted to become a hero. To protect those who were too weak to protect themselves.
He looked at the training dummy once more, and Despite his body screaming in pain from the wounds he received and gave him himself. He took a deep calming breath and restarted his forms. Controlling his anger better this time.