CaliforniaState

You Can Become a Hero!

_{Location:
Ishin Academy | Sapporo}

_{Interacting with:
[General]}

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Twitch twitch twitch

Haruhi couldn’t help but stare steadfastly in awe at the subtle movements the cat girls’ ears made with every change in sound surrounding the crowd. Being exposed to such variety of people in one space was enough to drive any sheltered kids’ perception into overdrive. Her hand instinctively raised in defiance ready to rush over and attack the poor girls’ ears with her coddling fingers. Feeling herself drift over as if the girl was made of metal, she dug her heels into the ground and slapped her other hand onto her extended arm trying to push it down back to her side. “Manners remember!” she yelled at herself remembering how bad of a first impression she must have left on squid girl to ask her if the people of Nara had any. While she was getting her urges underway it seemed as though the lavender haired beauty was letting hers run free when calling one of the only boys in 1-A sweaty. A strange way of addressing someone, but Haruhi saw no malicious intent since he was beginning to sweat through his undershirt.

More and more students gathered in the little huddle just in front of the upperclassmen that was ready to give room assignments. She recognized almost all of them either from having spoken to them directly before the speech and the others from her nosey spying during the speech, it was a worrying trend for our moss headed heroine. The unruly foreigner came trudging along with that already patented scowl looking for her roommate who just so happened to be the mighty blob of pink goo. If eyes could turn into rocket ships that’s what anyone would have seen when Haruhi locked her gaze onto the amorphous girl. In that moment she had wish she was her roommate instead, oh the ideas that flew into her head if they were. She could turn her into a basketball and practice her hoops or maybe turn her into a hammock so they could both soak in the sun, unless the sun melted her?

These surnames meant almost nothing to her, so her face of shock stemmed from physical appearances than fame associated with their family names. Especially that massive girl who towered over the rest of them except for maybe the sweat boy in all his sweatiness. That’s when her ears perked up and heard the sound of her name. As if she was a contestant on a game show, she made her way to the center of the group waving and smiling all the way down.

“Yup that’s me! I’m Yano Haruhi but you can call me Haruhi” she said grinning with all teeth and not much else. The question mulled over in her head, her smile quickly turning to a face of deep meditative thought. How would I describe myself? “Hmmm I’d say happy, kind of cold right now but that grandpa didn’t help, and uh a team player? Yeah! I like the sound of that. Oh, and I love it here already! I can’t wait to work with all you! Even you cranky big sis!” she said while pointing at Adrianne. Hopefully her roommate would show up soon and become her best friend.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

There was almost no sign left of the monster that attacked them. Kvasir grew impatient and angry when he had nothing to crush under the weight of his foot. His senses were still heightened as he didn’t trust this was all that was left of the beast who challenged him for authority. The words in the background were inaudible to him but not the sound of tendrils smacking the marsh runner’s skull into the ground. Kvasir almost snarled in reaction until his vision was interrupted and forced to cut to underneath him. Blobs similar to that of the creature formed underneath them sprouting tendrils of their own. Had he simply stayed there the tendrils would sure enough pull him into the caustic center.

In one swift action his chest puffed out and the veins from his body expanded through the skin. A deep howl left his lungs before blood shot out from his body in what seemed to be a concession of blades. Tendrils were cut and sliced like pieces of squid. He had to put some distance between him and the blobs and closer to the monster at the center of this. Propelling himself off the goo monster he touched solid earth once more and took off behind it and the marsh runner. Whatever the dog and the red headed woman chose to do was up to them.

You Can Become a Hero!

_{Location:
Ishin Academy | Sapporo}

_{Interacting with:
[General]}

---

Hair suddenly wrapped around her wrist like vines or in Yoshiba’s case tentacles. The thought of slimy suction cups plagued her mind causing her to stick her tongue out with an audible bleh. Her sudden excitement vanished within moments and she just wanted her hand back. ”This must be the girls quirk, I shouldn’t stick my tongue out that’s rude" and as if she was a psychic too Yoshi confronted Haurhi about her manners. “They do! Maybe if we have time, I can tell you all about it what do you say?” she said with her fingers squirming around in the tangled web of hair. “Miz..hu..Yo..shi..hmmm no I don’t like that. I’ll just call you Yoshi-chan you can call me Haruhi” it was at this point she would have on instinct formed a peace sign up to her eye with it closed.

Haruhi ignored the foreigner’s remarks, she was kind of mean and very rude for a foreigner, but her parents did warn her that foreigners were very loud and inconsiderate of their culture anyways. It was just something she would have to help Adrianne correct if she ever wanted to be considered a hero. Before she could continue on there was a sudden chill that ran through her spine as if the whole room had lowered a few centigrade. A bone chilling voice commanded silence which everyone in the audience simply obliged immediately. Who was this guy? And why was he so cold? Haruhi shifted her eyes left and right to see if anyone was as lost as she was, but it didn’t seem like the case. Instead she sank down into her seat clutching her arms trying to prevent the shivers from throwing her into the arms of hypothermia. Man, she was missing the comfort of the Nara heat and the thought of dirty overalls.

His speech carried on and on, maybe he was a history teacher or who knows. She cupped her mouth with a hand asking around in a hushed whisper who he was. People didn’t seem to like that since she was met with shushes and the name snowman for some reason. He didn’t look like a snowman at least he looked more human than anything. As her attention wavered and faded amidst his speech, she turned around in her seat peering over the back rest to see the rest of the entering freshman that may or may have not been joining her class. Her gaze caught the site of a rather tall woman that kind of looked like a boy further back. Why were all the girls so tall?! The more she looked around the more she was intrigued. There was a boy with a white board wrapped around his neck, some kind of monster made out of pink goo and another girl with pretty hair in the color of blue and gold.

She turned around when the old man walked away, and the upperclassmen dispersed clapping in awe of the speech. After hearing someone call for class 1-A she sprinted off to meet her, this was definitely going to be a good first day.

You Can Become a Hero!

_{Location:
Ishin Academy | Sapporo}

_{Interacting with:
@Sunbather@Savo@Inkarnate}

---

When she didn’t immediately get a response, she knew something was amiss. The peace sign she made with her fingers faded just as quickly as her cheek bursting smile. Her eyes slowly opened and blinked a few times wondering where everyone had gone. Actually no one was there to begin with, and she was just exclaiming to an empty crowd or well almost empty. Everyone else only simply shifted their gaze to meet the toppling marimo headed girl before averting their gaze back to more pressing matter. However, this did not deter Haruhi from trying again, she just needed to try once more with a bit more gusto. Before she could do that however she noticed her bag full of her favorite childhood nuts and screws fell out of her small pouch. Wearing a skirt felt weird and for some godforsaken reason they lacked pockets. Where else was she supposed to keep her snacks for later?!

Anyways in a haphazard huff she quickly swarmed her arms to the ground to accumulate all her precious metals, that was until she realized she had garnered the attention of someone behind her. Quickly jumping to her feet and patting down her skirt of any dust she turned and faced the girl who introduced herself as Adrianne. “Oh, who are you?” Haruhi asked while scratching her head in a puzzled look. Just before the girl could excuse Haruhi from her presence a screw plummeted once more from her grip. Almost as if she willed it, the screw halted before reaching terminal velocity and wound itself upwards traveling up Haruhi’s body before it disappeared into her hair like some sort of insect living inside her, it was weird. “You’re a foreigner ain’t ya? How much did you pay to get in here? I thought Ishin only accepted Japanese students. Anyways nice to meet you! I’m Yano, but you can call me Haruhi or nothing at all if you want”

As jovial as she was it didn’t seem Adrianne shared the mutual feeling. Her smile went limp when she proposed other students like the tentacle haired girl could get in. That’s when she did a double take at that wild blue hair as if it had a mind of its own. Haruhi rushed over in nearly a stampede almost practically throwing herself at the girl just to play with her hair. She was probably overstepping her boundaries and most definitely infiltrating personal space, but for her she didn’t care at all. Her hands ran through Yoshi’s hair in a delicate yet inquisitive way. Careful not to tug or hurt any part of her hair she simply could not resist the thought of having so much hair and so long. After all her head was shorter than almost every girl there.

Definitely shorter than the lavender haired girl next to her spouting off more than Haruhi was, which seemed like feat in and of itself. “You have pretty hair too! I’ve never seen that color in Nara before. Are you okay? You’re talking funny and stuttering your words a lot, wait a minute…. are you a foreigner too?! Wow who knew a girl like me could run into so many foreigners so quickly. What are your guys names? Where you from? Oh, are you excited for the speech I sure hope it’s a good one.” Hopefully the girls around her had more patience than her parents, it was no wonder why she was better off alone in her own little world.

You Can Become a Hero!

_{Location:
Ishin Academy | Sapporo}

_{Interacting with:
Crowd}

---

News traveled fast in her little prefecture, well of course it would given how small it was compared to others. Nara was always a short stop for anyone taking the Shinkansen or JR line to Kyoto or Osaka. With her acceptance in Ishin Academy, no one could not be happy for her, except maybe for herself. As she passed the familiar scrapyard, she spent countless hours pillaging a tinge of doubt crept into her mind. This was more of a home than her own, that’s not to say her parents or home life was awful, but rather it was all she’d known and would have continued to know if she got rejected. Congratulations from strangers and neighbors alike showered her as she walked down the streets passing store after store. Even the friendly deer bucked and bowed in respect of Haruhi. The local mochi maker had just finished his intense routine of smacking and shaping the delicious morsels of rice cakes, giving Haruhi the first of the batch. It was all too much to take in, but she wore the same brave face and inviting smile she always had.

There was a first for everything, in this case it was a sense of fear she had never known, her first day of a budding four-year career at IA, and the first time she would be hours away from her hometown. Turning her head back one last time, she caught the glimpse of all the children and workers mulling about with their own quirks. If there was, anyway, she could help a prefecture even as small as Nara as a hero then her time at IA would be all the more worth it. Her fear quickly dissipated, and the lively green haired metal head rushed off to the bullet train, mochi stuck in her fangs.

In a world where quirks existed, the though of magic existing wasn’t so far-fetched of course. Haruhi pulled from a small pouch one ring sized screw that she would wear on her finger. To pass the time she relied on a little magic trick of her own, the gryphon roll. The ring glided down all of her fingers and back up as if was magically floating up and down off the tops of her fingers. In reality magic didn’t exist, and it was just a sleight of hand trick, but that didn’t stop her from putting on magic shows for the kids at home. Boarding the bullet train, she sat down near the window and naturally floated away into better dreams, fog building up on the window from her hot breath on the windows.

Stepping out of the train was like walking into a freezer that fell into a frozen lake. Immediately she sneezed abruptly with a cartoonishly large snot bubble oozing out of her nose. Her eyes felt heavy and her mouth was agape, this cold weather and Hokkaido was all new to her. It didn’t help that she was still in overalls and a tshirt. After putting on layers of clothes and burning her tongue on some green tea she was feverishly back to her normal self. The site enough alone of Ishin Academy was enough to leave anyone speechless. The building dwarfed any building she had ever seen at home, hell even the crowds of people were vaster in size. Her eyes lit up like a child in a candy store as she couldn’t decided what to look or shout at first.

Without a moment to waste Haruhi rolled up her sleeves, muscle memory from back home before she got into the thick of anything, and rushed neck deep into the crowd. “Go go! Get out of my way! Ughhhh I have to go!” She pushed and shoved here and there, nothing maliciously it was just in her energetic nature. The bodies weren’t so different the heaps of trashed she waded through anyways. Eager to push to the front and see the academy from the inside she kept working her way through like a rampaging bull until she finally broke rank and tripped and stumbled inside.

“I’m Yano! Yano Haruhi! Nice to meet ya ain’t it?!” she said effervescently rubbing her nose and a soft chuckle through a wide toothed grin.

You Can Become a Hero!

"Me? I just like striking when the iron is hot!"

㊎ Personal Dossier

---

_Name

(八野) Yano, Haruhi (ハルヒ)

_Age

15 ("Juu-go sai desu!")

_Origin

Nara-shi, Nara Prefecture, Japan

_{Physical Description}

All cheeks and lips or rather those are the first two predominant features noticed when first meeting Haruhi. Her natural allure rests in the fact that she is almost always seen with an unabashed smile leading almost everyone to feel an instant connection and overall happiness or comfort when greeting her. Besides her blushing rose colored cheeks her hair is another source of appeal with it being naturally colored in the shade of an almost shinier pastel green. Perhaps it was a side effect of gaining her quirk or just some genetic mutation. Whatever the case would be, Haruhi would wear her hair color proudly and make it a centerpiece of her hero-to-be persona, along with her matching eye color.

Other than her enchanting eyes and hair the rest of her physique was quite normal or even average in what you would expect from a fifteen-year-old girl. Her figure wasn’t diminutive nor was it giant, she instead stood at a modest height of 164 centimeters. The rest of her body is quite slim with a body weight never exceeding 49 kilograms. Although she looks dainty and sweet, there is a certain roughness she possesses. Due to her choice of hobbies her hands usually develop several callouses to the point she doesn’t bother painting her nails or using lotion. Not only that but she is usually quite dirt and bruised when she’s not at school. Something she seems to find a merit in rather than embarrassment.

_{Characterization}

• Energetic
• Outgoing
• Vivacious
• Determined

Haruhi is one who always looks forward and never looks back. Her desires, passions, and general curiosity of how the world works dictate her autonomy. This has manifested over the years like a precious metal being tempered until perfect. The process is yet to be complete, but so far, the fruits of its labor can be consumed in how Haruhi presents herself now. Her natural aura radiates positivity to the point where she doesn’t even need to spare a thought of negativity. That’s not to say she’s uncapable of experiencing it, just that she hasn’t ever been in a position to be exposed to it. She lives her life in the moment and in the clouds, this unfortunately gives her a more ‘aloof’ and ‘airheaded’ appearance than she means to give off. She just rather focus on dismantling a metal warehouse screw by screw than the current social fad.

_{Personal History}

For lack of a better word, Haruhi’s personal history was ‘uneventful’. She never had any issues with herself or her family. They were your regular nuclear family with two children, the latter sibling not coming into play until she was well on her way to Ishin academy. You could say it was her parent’s way of keeping busy while she was sent off. Anyways, during her childhood she was a bit abnormal compared to the other kids. Her curiosity of the world got the better of her when she would watch her father assemble countless pieces of furniture for her and her mother. Not only furniture but the family car, kitchen and bathroom appliances, hell anything that needed some assembly and nuts or bolts. She mirrored her dad in this way but with one slight difference, she disassembled everything and by everything Haruhi literally unscrewed anything she could get her hands on. She traced her fingers from manual to manual working backwards instead of from step 1. It started with small basic things until it got out of hand and warranted the intervention of her father. Neither of her parents saw this as problem, but rather an opportunity to teach.

And so, despite some dejected sighs and shallow laughs her father guided her from her disassembly to final product with everything. Eventually as her quirk began to manifest, it made her productivity and hobby even easier and less dangerous with the retirement of certain power tools. With this her father took her under his wing allowing her to both help and observe everything he did and built. When she wasn’t with her father, instead of going to the mall or the movies with a gang of friends like the stereotypical adolescent. Haruhi instead found herself wandering off into the nearest scrapyard or chop shop in which she exposed herself more to her lifelong passion. Countless nights were spent digging through scrap, disassembling, and honing in on her quirk potential or at least what a double digit aged kid could master at that age (which wasn’t very much). Metal and the local Nara deer invoked her to seek out a way to share her knowledge and be something more. Despite being in love with metal the sound of being an engineer or warehouse worker didn’t appeal to her. She wanted to use her quirk for the greater good and be a voice for the provocative minds out there that don’t get a voice just because they aren’t as physically flashy quirk or not.

Her goals may not have been on par with the fire that some of the students who had chosen to go pro from going through adversity or just sheer ambition from a young age, but it was a respectable one none the less. Thoughts of being in the top 10 or even a symbol for the people were at the very back of her mind, she just wanted to take one step at a time. Given her parents blessings the young and vibrant green headed girl applied for Ishin academy and never looked back.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

I have multiple goals for Harui. One of the first things I would like to work on for her is strengthening her powers. Right now, she thinks her only ability and limitation is the control of metals and the attraction and repulsion of them to her. I would like her to fully understand and learn how to use her metal manipulation in both support and offensive. Perhaps if we get far enough have her proficient enough to manipulate quicksilver.

Another facet of Haruhi’s character I want to tackle is having her meet the ugliness the world can bring, as you can gather from her bio and personality she’s never really had to think or feel sad or scared of anything that wasn’t beyond her comprehension. She lived in a sort of bubble if you will. While she did have access to TV and news media she never once bothered with it as she spent most of her time outside or in her own methodical world. I want her to feel despair in order to empathize with everyone. To be able to lean on others and ground herself more to reality to fully flesh out her path and choice to be a hero.

The previous hope for Haruhi goes hand in hand with my next point. Haruhi has never had friends nor needed to dabble with the idea of teamwork. She had always been an army of one or even two on occasion if you count her dad. She has no coordination with anyone other than herself and does not know how to trust others with her life and safety. Nor does she know how to play off the strength or weaknesses of other or had to think about what other dangerous quirks could exist out of her prefecture. Building a strong support network and lifelong friendships well into both adult and pro hero life would be something I’d like her see grow into.

Last but not least I would love to see Haruhi create her own agency in which she specializes in teaching kids with quirks that aren’t purely offensive and can be used more meticulously in shaping the battlefield and knowing how to deal with surroundings/environments that aren’t beneficial for their specific quirk. But before she can even think of starting an agency, she would need to know what it takes to be and exemplify not just the hero she wants to be but a hero in general. I want her to learn new things about herself, the hero association, and through her teachers on how to really become a hero worth making note of.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Emitter

_{Quirk Description}

Nuts and Bolts is the name she bestowed to her quirk. Her quirk allows her to manipulate any and all metal that she can encounter. In a basic sense this quirk has capabilities that extend to the creation, shape, and manipulation. The ceiling and trajectory for her metal manipulation is quite high, but for now she’s stuck to rather basic abilities. She trademarked the name nuts and bolts because it is what she identifies with the most. From childhood she’s always unscrewed and screwed back in thousands if not hundreds of thousands of screws, washers, anything that holds items together. With this she carries around small pouches of regular screws in her pockets and on her person in order to use her quirk. So far, she can attract and repulse her screws and most stray pieces of metal she can find as projectiles akin to arrows or bullets. From the metal she can accumulate she can also coat singular limbs or parts of her body with a thin layer of screws or metal (e.g. coat her hand to make a makeshift gauntlet or a small breastplate to take the brunt of the force out of an attack). She can also unscrew structures from a distance close in proximity at an augmented rate and pull/push herself to/from metal surfaces.

Her weakness however in this ability is the abundance of metal in her environment. If there is nothing she can manipulate in her nearby vicinity and she no longer has her bags of screws and scrap metal, she has no way of utilizing her quirk as she cannot create metal on her own yet. Not only this but her control of metal is directly proportionate to her size. For now, she cannot control or move any metal that is larger than her in both height and weight.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Mind Map - The only other attribute she really prides herself on is her brain. She looks at almost everything as if were a blueprint always trying to pick it apart in her head so she can find out how it works.

Human Sponge – Not really a marketable ability but Haruhi is quite often seen around carrying a cup of water with a bendy straw. She tries to drink more than three liters a day and almost always refilling her cup in between classes. It’s bizarre how much water she can drink without drowning herself.

Shelter

Location: Teacher's Lounge -> En Route to Cafeteria -- Group Discussion

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The arguing that had been going back and forth with no end in sight became muted sounds in the background, something straight out of Charlie brown. His peripheral blurred as if he had just taken off prescription glasses. His vision tunneled on one sole piece inside the room, the clock. Xan watched as the second hand ticked in place, stuck in an eternal battle between the thirtieth second and the one after. It was weird to think time could be static when it had all but coalesced into one giant jump to his senior year here and now. He’d be lying if he wasn’t wishing for time to actually freeze so they could just get their things and head out in the massive heap of a zombie apocalypse, but unfortunately for them their time was running out. With his life slipping away he was finally snapped out of his smoldering gaze when they finally came to a consensus to finally leave the teachers lounge.

The instant he looked away from the clock leaving it behind, the hand started to move again, his imagination? Who knew? A voice he never knew slipped out of him agreeing to make a run for it to the cafeteria with the fearless cheerleader and the softball prodigy. Anything was better than suffocating in a tiny room. His heart throbbed from the adrenaline coursing through his veins causing every surface he touched to reverb the heartbeats in his fingers. Kaylee was the first to speak, suggesting to stop by classrooms along the way. “I don’t think we should grab too many backpacks; it’ll just make it easier for the zombies to latch onto if we get caught” Xan said sheepishly, trying his best not to alarm any of the statuesque beings surrounding t hem. “Although the other classrooms may have better weapons like the chem lab.”

Despite food being mostly everyone’s priority, Xan’s was not. It’s not that he didn’t want to eat but rather he was okay not eating. The human body could survive without food from anywhere between a week to several. Water and finding a way out were his main priority and so while the others foraged for food, he foraged his mind for other ideas to increase their chances of making it out. “Maybe we should just stock up on water and grab whatever manageable cans we can carry” licking his chapped lips in a shaken breath he suggested something else. “Do you think if we managed to kill one of these, we could smell like them and get by easier? You know like find one by itself in a classroom and just close the door behind us.” Xan knew the risks behind trying such an outlandish idea, but if it worked the pay off would be just as great as the risk. Although inspiring students whom probably haven’t even killed a spider would be hard to rally behind killing a zombified human.

One Piece: Foreword Unto Dawn

Hello

You Can Become a Hero!

Metal Head

"Me? I just like striking when the iron is hot!"

㊎ Personal Dossier

---

_Name

(八野) Yano, Haruhi (ハルヒ)

_Age

15 ("Juu-go sai desu!")

_Origin

Nara-shi, Nara Prefecture, Japan

_{Physical Description}

All cheeks and lips or rather those are the first two predominant features noticed when first meeting Haruhi. Her natural allure rests in the fact that she is almost always seen with an unabashed smile leading almost everyone to feel an instant connection and overall happiness or comfort when greeting her. Besides her blushing rose colored cheeks her hair is another source of appeal with it being naturally colored in the shade of an almost shinier pastel green. Perhaps it was a side effect of gaining her quirk or just some genetic mutation. Whatever the case would be, Haruhi would wear her hair color proudly and make it a centerpiece of her hero-to-be persona, along with her matching eye color.

Other than her enchanting eyes and hair the rest of her physique was quite normal or even average in what you would expect from a fifteen-year-old girl. Her figure wasn’t diminutive nor was it giant, she instead stood at a modest height of 164 centimeters. The rest of her body is quite slim with a body weight never exceeding 49 kilograms. Although she looks dainty and sweet, there is a certain roughness she possesses. Due to her choice of hobbies her hands usually develop several callouses to the point she doesn’t bother painting her nails or using lotion. Not only that but she is usually quite dirt and bruised when she’s not at school. Something she seems to find a merit in rather than embarrassment.

_{Characterization}

• Energetic
• Outgoing
• Vivacious
• Determined

Haruhi is one who always looks forward and never looks back. Her desires, passions, and general curiosity of how the world works dictate her autonomy. This has manifested over the years like a precious metal being tempered until perfect. The process is yet to be complete, but so far, the fruits of its labor can be consumed in how Haruhi presents herself now. Her natural aura radiates positivity to the point where she doesn’t even need to spare a thought of negativity. That’s not to say she’s uncapable of experiencing it, just that she hasn’t ever been in a position to be exposed to it. She lives her life in the moment and in the clouds, this unfortunately gives her a more ‘aloof’ and ‘airheaded’ appearance than she means to give off. She just rather focus on dismantling a metal warehouse screw by screw than the current social fad.

_{Personal History}

For lack of a better word, Haruhi’s personal history was ‘uneventful’. She never had any issues with herself or her family. They were your regular nuclear family with two children, the latter sibling not coming into play until she was well on her way to Ishin academy. You could say it was her parent’s way of keeping busy while she was sent off. Anyways, during her childhood she was a bit abnormal compared to the other kids. Her curiosity of the world got the better of her when she would watch her father assemble countless pieces of furniture for her and her mother. Not only furniture but the family car, kitchen and bathroom appliances, hell anything that needed some assembly and nuts or bolts. She mirrored her dad in this way but with one slight difference, she disassembled everything and by everything Haruhi literally unscrewed anything she could get her hands on. She traced her fingers from manual to manual working backwards instead of from step 1. It started with small basic things until it got out of hand and warranted the intervention of her father. Neither of her parents saw this as problem, but rather an opportunity to teach.

And so, despite some dejected sighs and shallow laughs her father guided her from her disassembly to final product with everything. Eventually as her quirk began to manifest, it made her productivity and hobby even easier and less dangerous with the retirement of certain power tools. With this her father took her under his wing allowing her to both help and observe everything he did and built. When she wasn’t with her father, instead of going to the mall or the movies with a gang of friends like the stereotypical adolescent. Haruhi instead found herself wandering off into the nearest scrapyard or chop shop in which she exposed herself more to her lifelong passion. Countless nights were spent digging through scrap, disassembling, and honing in on her quirk potential or at least what a double digit aged kid could master at that age (which wasn’t very much). Metal and the local Nara deer invoked her to seek out a way to share her knowledge and be something more. Despite being in love with metal the sound of being an engineer or warehouse worker didn’t appeal to her. She wanted to use her quirk for the greater good and be a voice for the provocative minds out there that don’t get a voice just because they aren’t as physically flashy quirk or not.

Her goals may not have been on par with the fire that some of the students who had chosen to go pro from going through adversity or just sheer ambition from a young age, but it was a respectable one none the less. Thoughts of being in the top 10 or even a symbol for the people were at the very back of her mind, she just wanted to take one step at a time. Given her parents blessings the young and vibrant green headed girl applied for Ishin academy and never looked back.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

I have multiple goals for Harui. One of the first things I would like to work on for her is strengthening her powers. Right now, she thinks her only ability and limitation is the control of metals and the attraction and repulsion of them to her. I would like her to fully understand and learn how to use her metal manipulation in both support and offensive. Perhaps if we get far enough have her proficient enough to manipulate quicksilver.

Another facet of Haruhi’s character I want to tackle is having her meet the ugliness the world can bring, as you can gather from her bio and personality she’s never really had to think or feel sad or scared of anything that wasn’t beyond her comprehension. She lived in a sort of bubble if you will. While she did have access to TV and news media she never once bothered with it as she spent most of her time outside or in her own methodical world. I want her to feel despair in order to empathize with everyone. To be able to lean on others and ground herself more to reality to fully flesh out her path and choice to be a hero.

The previous hope for Haruhi goes hand in hand with my next point. Haruhi has never had friends nor needed to dabble with the idea of teamwork. She had always been an army of one or even two on occasion if you count her dad. She has no coordination with anyone other than herself and does not know how to trust others with her life and safety. Nor does she know how to play off the strength or weaknesses of other or had to think about what other dangerous quirks could exist out of her prefecture. Building a strong support network and lifelong friendships well into both adult and pro hero life would be something I’d like her see grow into.

Last but not least I would love to see Haruhi create her own agency in which she specializes in teaching kids with quirks that aren’t purely offensive and can be used more meticulously in shaping the battlefield and knowing how to deal with surroundings/environments that aren’t beneficial for their specific quirk. But before she can even think of starting an agency, she would need to know what it takes to be and exemplify not just the hero she wants to be but a hero in general. I want her to learn new things about herself, the hero association, and through her teachers on how to really become a hero worth making note of.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Emitter

_{Quirk Description}

Nuts and Bolts is the name she bestowed to her quirk. Her quirk allows her to manipulate any and all metal that she can encounter. In a basic sense this quirk has capabilities that extend to the creation, shape, and manipulation. The ceiling and trajectory for her metal manipulation is quite high, but for now she’s stuck to rather basic abilities. She trademarked the name nuts and bolts because it is what she identifies with the most. From childhood she’s always unscrewed and screwed back in thousands if not hundreds of thousands of screws, washers, anything that holds items together. With this she carries around small pouches of regular screws in her pockets and on her person in order to use her quirk. So far, she can attract and repulse her screws and most stray pieces of metal she can find as projectiles akin to arrows or bullets. From the metal she can accumulate she can also coat singular limbs or parts of her body with a thin layer of screws or metal (e.g. coat her hand to make a makeshift gauntlet or a small breastplate to take the brunt of the force out of an attack). She can also unscrew structures from a distance close in proximity at an augmented rate and pull/push herself to/from metal surfaces.

Her weakness however in this ability is the abundance of metal in her environment. If there is nothing she can manipulate in her nearby vicinity and she no longer has her bags of screws and scrap metal, she has no way of utilizing her quirk as she cannot create metal on her own yet. Not only this but her control of metal is directly proportionate to her size. For now, she cannot control or move any metal that is larger than her in both height and weight.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Mind Map - The only other attribute she really prides herself on is her brain. She looks at almost everything as if were a blueprint always trying to pick it apart in her head so she can find out how it works.

Human Sponge – Not really a marketable ability but Haruhi is quite often seen around carrying a cup of water with a bendy straw. She tries to drink more than three liters a day and almost always refilling her cup in between classes. It’s bizarre how much water she can drink without drowning herself.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

It was out of the frying pan and into the fire or so it seemed. There wasn’t but a moment of reprieve for Kvasir nor his comrades when the wagon was once again launched ass if it were made of paper mache. Before the wagon was launched and he had been laughing at the talking dog a shiver passed through him as the hairs on his neck stood on end. It wasn’t the swamp causing the problems this time, it was something else or rather someone else.

His instincts reacted faster than his mind like always. Using the momentum in which the wagon was tumbling, Kvasir propelled himself off the wagon and towards the direction of the beast instead of backing away. Klaus had a similar plan but instead sent his ghoulish ships to bombard the strange figure. Hopefully the cannon fire and sheer size of the ship would cloak Kvasir’s body as he rocketed towards the fiend.

It was all for not however since Klaus’ attack seemed sufficient enough to put down the creature. Kvasir never trusted one attack to fully euthanize an enemy. To ensure he was dead, Kvasir landed viciously onto the ground beside the creature before raising his foot to bring it down aiming to curb stomp the creatures head.