Aya sighed as she walked through the portal, the scene she walked into was chaotic to say the least, seeing Skyfall try and run off with a hostage only to be halted by one of the mercenaries. He needed to be taught his place, and it looked like Aya was going to be the one to do it. But she needed to look after the wounded first, that was always her primary job.
She was about to ask the lieutenant if he had any wounded when she saw the spear heading towards Skyfall. She'd sigh and leave him, she was sure he'd be able to take the hit, and it'd teach him not to go running off thinking he's the king of the world. She hissed an locked eye with the Lieutenant.
Have you got any wounded I could patch up, I know my team was called in to fight off the heroes, but as the situation stands my quirk would be useless out there."
She would unzip her bag and ready herself for possible patients. She wasn't sure how this whole thing was going to go down, but hopefully they would be able to find a way to ground the flyers, then Aya might stand a chance of getting her hands on one of them, but for now she would worry about the wounded. It was all she could do.
Aya had expected a response like that, but she still hoped that maybe East would appreciate her concern at some point. With a soft sigh she turned back around and walked over to the bar, taking a seat next to Skyfall. She felt he was a little nervous and wanted to help him out.
"Hey, you feeling alright. Weren't you the tough guy meant to protect me?"
She chuckled lightly, getting a glass of water from the bartender. She'd follow Skyfall's gaze, noticing him looking at Midnight. She pat him lightly on the arm with the back of her hand to get his attention.
"Don't worry about him. I sure inside all that stern plasma, he's a big softie, though don't quote me on the by the way."
Aya would then receive her water and give the bartender a nod. She wasn't worried about the bank heist, she new that her quirk didn't make much noise, and that in the heat of the moment people would be far more focused on the people tossing cars. She also remembered to ready herself for the mental pressure of Karuma's quirk.
Aya sighed as Karuma hugged her, she pat him on the back then waited for him to let go. She was happy when his grip relented and she thought about what Shade said. She didn't get to think very long as Karuma smashed a glass against the floor, then Skyfall spoke to her. It looked like Skyfall wanted to team up with her, she raised an eyebrow and looked at the boy.
"Well, we are constructing our own teams. But I'm afraid I'm going to have remind you that we are all in this together. And I won't be placing my safety above anyone else, I've been working in this business for years. I'd appreciate a little bit of faith in my ability."
Aya would be glaring daggers into Skyfall, she was clearly displeased with his comments. But her glare eased, she didn't want to scare off the new guy. But he was going to have to learn to have a little more faith in his family.
"But. Our quirks would pair well together, your need to sustain damage, and my ability to mend it would indeed work well together. So I'll work with you, I'll keep you in one piece."
Aya would then walk over to Captain East and give him a pat on the shoulder, she had a lot of respect for him. His dedication and accomplishments were pretty dam legendary.
Ross looked up from his bread and tea, watching Devyn take a seat at his table. Perfect. She was speaking far too many words, and even managed to make a little joke about hangovers, how cute. ”Ok lass I’ll stop you there. I don’t think I remember you, there was a fair few women there and I was, very drunk.” He said this know full well who Devyn was, but he just wanted to be an asshole.
He would have to try harder than that, however, because Devyn took it as friendly banter. Her smirk did not fade.
”You were drunk last night? I’d never have guessed.” She looked him up and down- yep, that was the same shirt...and the same pants...same everything. He spoke the truth, however. He was the only ‘guest’ that was a man. Poor Ross- he seemed to be quite outclassed. Devyn tried opening him up again for two reasons: Because she would like to get to know him as a person, and she needed to get to know him as a magician. Unfortunately, however, he artfully dodged answering her joke/question about him having a pact. She’d have to try again for more information.
”What brings you to Boston? If I’m not mistaken, I hear scottish in your voice.” She asked. Comparatively, Devyn had a plain American accent, the calm, usually understandable voice of a newscaster.
God this lady liked questions, how annoying… ”Same thing that brought you here, some letter from… Whatever that demon Eve showed us was. Coarse I didn’t know what I was getting myself into at the time. But hey shi-. Things could be worse.” Ross had to catch himself at the end there, he wanted to come off as at lest semi decent.
Ross again sipped his tea, he wasn’t a big tea fan, but he felt like it helped wash the beer breath out. He never really tested to see if that was true though. ”And you’re not mistaken about the scottish. But I’m not that sore about leaving home, I wasn’t very popular.” he chuckled lightly, taking another bite out of his final slice of toast.
”Do you have wanderlust?” Devyn asked. ”I’ve always had trouble staying in one place for too long.” She said, looking down at her cereal and absent-mindedly stirring it.
"Probably. But it’s fairly hard to get out of a country when you’re a convicted criminal.” Ross would give a little shrug. God it was like Devyn was trying to peel him open and see what was inside, what was with all these damn questions? ”So. Enough about me. What made you decide to stick around?”
Convicted criminal. The words rang around in her head, trying to find memories where this information would give new context too. She couldn’t find anything. Devyn also wondered what Ross was convicted for. This guy just shrugged, said “enough about me.” He could have done anything from petty theft to serial killings...but that was a bit over the top, because no one in their right mind would hire a convicted serial killer. It was the unconvicted serial killers you had to worry about.
Still. Devyn tried to hide her surprise, not to show some weakness in front of him, but her eyes did widen and her brow did raise. Indeed, Devyn was playing intricate mind games of reading, of information gathering, and Ross was somehow winning by just trying to eat breakfast.
Devyn cleared her throat, took a small sip of her orange juice and thought of something to say.
”Well, you know, I’ve always been interested in magic. I’m a journalist, so I look for new things; I try my best to help people by spreading the knowledge. The pen is mightier than the sword, and all that.” She used her plastic spoon to write important, imaginary essays in the air between them.
Ross had picked up on Devyn’s shock, he hid a smile as she revealed her occupation. Oooooh she’s a fucking journalist, that explains everything. Wait shit, she’s probably taking mental notes on everything I say, I better be careful. Ross had finished his tea, having moved onto a glass of… Well it was pretty obvious. ”Let's hope the pen is mightier than whatever Ms Eve points us at…”
Devyn smiled and nodded, taking another spoonful of cereal.
Ross looked at his drink briefly before taking a swig and setting it on the table. His demeanor shifting considerably, he didn’t look like a man having his breakfast anymore, now he was a man on a mission. ”I’m going to straight with you. You better watch what you say, because I doubt that some of the others would be so welcoming towards your questions. You’re a journalist, I know asking questions is in your nature. But if you dig too deep in the wrong places, you’re going to find a corpse, and if you’re not careful, It’ll be yours.” He then leaned back on his chair, casually taking another swig, seeing how Devyn would react. She didn’t strike him as a bad person, and he felt like she deserved a little warning.
The journalist became still during Ross’s little warning, looking at him with an impassive stare. Then, she pointed at him with the end of the plastic spoon, wagging it up and down and making on odd face. As if to say; ‘Ahh, there you are.’ ”Well, thank you for the warning, Mr. Ross.” She cleared her throat.
”But, I’ve seen my fair share of corpses.” She paused, eyes briefly glazing over as she reflected on on her time in various divided countries during her time as a war correspondent. Her expression brightened again, looking at Ross.
”Well, thank you for sharing breakfast with me, Mr. Ross.” She slung her purse over her shoulder, stood up and threw away her empty bowl and cup. As Devyn passed by the table again, she hesitated.
”See you.” Devyn concluded simply, absent mindedly pulling her black shirt back down over her belt and quickly leaving the hotel with more respect for Ross than when she went in.
Ross would look at Devyn her impassive stare making him worried he’d pissed her off, but hey, what else was new? Then she waved around her spoon and thanked him for the warning, then clearing her throat. Ho boy was he in for it now.
He was braced for some kind of annoyed rant about being able to look after herself, or her already knowing not to be a sticky beak and ask to many questions. But instead she simply said she’d seen her fair share of corpses, but she clearly wasn’t happy to be thinking back on those moments. Ross didn’t think he’d have to worry about this girl, she seemed like a good person.
He’d give her a simple wave as she walked off, purse slung over her shoulder. He’d not say anything and just give her a courteous nod. I’ve pissed her off… Well at least she’ll probably be a bit more careful now. Ross would sigh to himself then finish the last of his apple juice.
Aya sat in the first booth, slowly sipping from some kind of tropical fruit drink. She was one of those people to turn up really early. She seemed fairly chilled out at the moment, thinking over all the different things that could happen on this job, she knew for sure somebody was going to get hurt, in fact she'd brought some extra supplies for this job just in case. Her quiet pondering was interrupted by the fun (but very annoying) Kyouran bursting into the bar. Aya grumbled to herself, knowing the sound of shattering glass was coming as Kyouran grabbed herself a drink. She winced at the sound of breaking glass, the harsh sound ringing in her ears. She let out an irritated sigh as she went to another sip or her drink. Then again the doors were assaulted, being thrown open by Karuma.
"Do you apes not know how to use a door!?"
She'd yell, looking over her shoulder. She wasn't expecting an answer, but she wanted them to know they'd annoyed her. She Clicked her tongue and went back to her drink, gazing down into her medical equipment, making sure everything was where it needed to be. She'd nod once she found that everything was in place she placed her near empty glass on the table and went back to her silent pondering. This was going to be a huge job, and she wanted to have herself fully prepared for it, mentally and physically.
Appearance: Bridget has a fairly unique appearance, being rather dragonic in nature. She's got a few extra limbs when compared to a normal human, having a large tail and a small set of wings. Most of her body is covered in thick leathery hide and crimson scales, excluding her torso and head, which consist of pale heavily armored plates. Her head is adorned with a frightful set of horns, sharing the colour of her scales. The horns lay atop a luscious head of long pale cream hair that can extend to the floor (Though for convenience purposes she's had it cut to about shoulder length.) Bridget has a smooth face, it being almost like a porcelain mask due to being heavily armored. This mask like face makes her black and red eyes even more intimidating, her gaze being that of nightmares.
Although she doesn't like to talk about these, for CS purposes we must all know her height and weight. Bridget is a towering figure, standing a solid 313.4cms, and still growing. Her heavy scales and plated armor (much to her dismay.) make Bridget a staggeringly heavy creature, weighing in at around 445kgs.
Personality: Upon first meeting Bridget you wouldn't be blamed for thinking she's a total bitch. Her mix of passive-aggression and bad attitude can be horribly jarring when you first meet her. And you better get used to being called an idiot, because that might just be her favorite word, along with it's many variations.
Despite her proud and sometimes arrogant behavior, Bridget is actually highly concerned of how other people see her. She masks her insurgencies, pretending to not be fazed or to get angry. If someone were to actually crack open her rough outer shell, they might just find someone who's pleasant to be around.
Bridget always holds up her dignity, and when things threaten to degrade her image, she normally goes on the defensive, or in her case offensive.
Another large part of Bridget is her temper, she's a very easy individual to set off, although her outbursts never break into harsh physical violence, she isn't opposed to lesser physical abuse like tripping, slapping or pushing. This temper often gets her into situations she'd rather avoid, most of the time regretting what she's done later.
Behind all the bitch, she really just wants people to get to know her for 'her' and not the propaganda that the magazines show, but she's also worried that nobody cares about who the person behind the photos is.
She is also very very humble as fuck. Like really without question she is the most humble person you will ever meet.
Skills: Bridget is a rather sporty girl, being especially good at basket ball.
Hobbies: Bridget sometimes partakes in sports, mainly basketball, volleyball and tennis.
Weapons: Bridget doesn't use weapons, mostly because metal objects tend to bend and misshape when she uses them, and they aren't commonly designed in a way that allows Bridget to handle them effectively.
Equipment: Again she avoids equipment because of her tendency to melt or ignite said equipment.
Fighting Style: Bridget has no formal or non formal training in any sort of fighting, leading to her relying heavily on her brute strength and elemental abilities over proper combat form. This makes her easy to read as she throws wide punches or claw swipes, but sometimes she may incorporate her tail into attacks leaving even seasoned fighters surprised.
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Strength: Bridget is very strong, easily able to pick up and throw cars, even able to stop a moving bus if the situation ever arises. Metal is still metal and does require effort to break through depending on thickness but brick walls are as good as doors when Bridget needs to get somewhere quick.
Endurance: Bridget could be compared to a walking tank in some respect, her torso and shoulders having great resistance towards slashing or impact damage. But fairs much worse against piercing weapons like bullets, while being able to block the lowest calibers of bullets, while larger bullets pierce right through. Along side this, her plated armor does have grooves and chicks in it, where long thin weapons like swords could got through, though it'd be very difficult to do mid combat. Her had also has this dense armor except it's thinner and will crack when hit hard enough, her horns on the other hand provide grate defense for the flanks of her head, while the back remains unarmored.
As for her arms, tail and legs, these areas have tough hide which is good at dampening most damage, but lacks the sheer density of the armored plates. These scale covered areas will be damages buy cutting weapons, like swords and such, but blunt force is ill advised.
Willpower: Bridget has a pretty fragile opinion of herself, normally acting unaffected or getting angry when harsh comments are made. She is also not good with gore, being unsettled by it, or straight up puking depending on the amount/specific body parts.
Speed: Bridget is kind of like a truck when it comes to speed. She's slow to start with, but eventually building up to great speed, and you'll not want to be in front of her when at said speed. But also like a truck, she lack agility, so tight turns and obstacles are going to be a large problem for her.
Reaction Speed: Bridget isn't the fastest when it comes to reaction speed either, Being around the average.
Name of Ability: Drako Furnace
Class: Physical
Character Theme: Dragonic mutations, making the effected look more like a beast or demon rather than a human being. Also producing and projecting heat. Being like a living furnace, with a body hard like stone and a core that's hot like lava.
Ability Capabilities: Bridget's abilities allow her to perform great feats of strength and durability, far exceeding any regular human feats. Along with these attributes comes her control over heat, letting her burn or melt objects.
Qualities of Ability: (See the combat information tab for her physical abilities. Though a thing to note, her tail is prehensile.) Bridget has the ability to produce vast amounts of heat, be it inside her or immediately around her. Bridget is able to focus this heat her body generates and manipulate in a verity of ways, such as projecting it in the form of a beam, or simply radiating it from her body. The heat she produces is visible, having a dull or bright orange hue, depending on the intensity of the heat. When using any of her heat abilities Bridget's, any cracks or groves in her torso/face armor will glow with eh same colour.
Strengths of Ability: Bridget's strong physical potency and ability to produce heat make her a fearsome combatant. Her considerable strength and heat abilities allow her to dish out great amounts of damage, while her size and armor allows her to take many hits and continue fighting.
Weaknesses of Ability: Bridget is not an marathon runner, being rather quick to tire if exerting herself for short periods of time. This is a result of her increased metabolism, meaning she needs to eat more frequently than others, add that to her large size, and it is plain to see how food and energy are a big problem for Bridget. Her exhaustion can be accelerated if things like water or ice are used to cool her, forcing herself to reheat and expend more energy than normal. She also doesn't have any kind of enhanced healing factor despite having a faster metabolism, her armored plates in particular take a long time to heal without assistance, being comparable to repairing bones.
Limitations of Ability: Bridget's has limits on her power, that she currently can't work around. Her current maximum temperature is around 1000 degrees Celsius making her able to melt concrete. She can also only perform one kind of heat projection at a time, eg she couldn't fire a beam of heat while also making a heat field around herself.
Biograph:
"Being born a deformed beast baby actually has its advantages, turns out being different is a great way to get noticed. I feel a little bad, most people had to work for their fame and money, me. Well. But I was famous from birth, the story of my entrance to the world making newspapers, and my dad even took me onto a news show when I was just 6 months old."
"My life had pretty much been chosen for me, a life in the spotlight for a very special girl. But hey some people are just born with gifts others don't have. Just because I can do something others can't doesn't mean I'm a cheater. With great power comes great responsibility right?"
"Hello this is your host Susan Simmons, and welcome everyone to. Talking Beauty! Tonight we have a very special guest with us, give a warm welcome to, Bridget Blackburn!"
The crowd cheers as Bridget walks onto the stage, utterly dwarfing Susan, Bridget was smiling as she waved to the audience, quickly taking her seat on the couch.
"Welcome to the show Bridget, how's your day been so far?"
"It's been wonderful Susan, thanks for asking."
"Ok I know it's a little hasty but I think everyone can agree they'd love to dive right into the questions, isn't that right girls?"
The audience would roar in agreement. This would make Bridget smile.
"How could I say no to that?"
Susan would laugh briefly before looking up at Bridget.
"Well Bridget, we're all familiar with your work in the modeling industry, and the great contributions you've made to high strength skin moisturizer, but tell me. What was it like before all the cameras and cream?
"Well, as you can imagine, I've always stood out, though it only really started getting crazy when I got into high school. I was fairly low profile through kindergarten and primary school, my parents were a little protective back then. Worried about me getting bullied, don't know why they were worried about that, I was a foot taller than all the other kids."
Bridget would chuckle.
"Really? You were never bullied? Not at all?"
Bridget would shake her head.
"Not in person no. I was in a fairly small primary school, and I am pretty sure my parents made the teachers be extra vigilant for bullies."
"Well that is great parenting on their part, but what about high school? You said that's when things started to get crazy right?"
Bridget nodded.
"They sure did, and I'll admit it, I was afraid on my first day. But it was strange, all the boys were nervous around me, there were hints of this coming to the end of year six, but not on this scale. At the time I had no idea what it was so I shrugged it off, I liked talking with girls more anyway."
"Oh that is so precious Bridget. Now actually, I got some information here, and it says you were into sports at school. Is this true?"
Bridget would nod, a giant smile plastered on her face.
"Yes it is. It's funny, it was always like playing against a half team in year seven, eight and nine, but that was mostly due to all the boys being distracted, They just couldn't take their eyes off me."
Bridget and Susan shared a chuckle.
"I mean I would've been a little distracted myself, ha ha ha. Now I'm not sure how many people remember this, but you actually tried to become a professional basketball player didn't you?"
Bridget let out a soft sigh.
"I did actually, sadly I wasn't allowed to play. I was about nine foot at that point, so I was kept out due to having an unfair advantage, it was a big bummer. It was actually right after I was declined, that my dad suggested going into modeling, and am I every glad I listened to him."
"I think you'd have done great no matter what you did Bridget."
"You're probably right Susan."
"You know it girl, now stay tuned everyone, after the ad break we're bring out some animals!
"Breaking news, a high speed police chase has been stopped by the new breed model Bridget Blackburn. The criminal who are now in custody had just robbed a bank four blocks away, and had many officers tailing them, when suddenly their car collided with the towering new breed. She suffered minimal injuries stopping the getaway car dead in it's tracks. Eye witness' say that she looked as surprised by her stopping the car as the robbers were, Bridget herself stated she was amazed by her own strength, but she felt like she wanted to help the boys in blue. This actually tied into her being offered a place among the new breeds of SYNBAD."
Quote: "It's not easy being me."
Reputation: Bridget is seen as a model, not a unanimously loved one, often being a target by bigoted individuals, but nothing most physically altered New Breed wouldn't be used to, the only reason it being more noticeable for her is because of her position in the limelight.
Sylph smiled a little as Epsilon waved to her, but quickly turned back to the wards, not wanting to be rude. The first to speak up was Tulpa, having complimented Sylph on her looks almost instantly, before promptly covering her mouth and looking rather embarrassed. Oh no! Silvia had made one of the wards embarrassed, this was terrible! She wanted to apologies for making Tulpa uncomfortable, but Messiah was already speaking. Again Sylph was hit with a complement, followed by an awkward laugh. She'd made two wards nervous! Absolute catastrophe! Was Sylph scary looking? Did they think telling her that she looks bad would make her eat them? Sylph was crumbling on the inside, awkwardness threatening to consume her completely. She had to say something, but words were hard.
"Thank you. I a-appreciate the compliments."
It didn't look like Messiah had been as effected as Sylph thought, as she continued talking. She knew who Sylph was, but then again, when a dragon lady walks into town naked, then joins the Protectorate, that's bound to turn a few heads. Sylph would nod in response to Messiah's question.
"Y-you are correct, I'm S-Sylph, nice to meet you."
Sylph followed Messiah's gaze then saw Margrave there on his own, a winged woman on her way over. Sylph snap her head back around as Messiah got up, then extended a hand. Sylph knelt down slightly, taking Messiah's hand and giving it a gentle shake a smile making it's way onto her face. Unfortunately Messiah had to rush of, probably to see if her fellow ward was alright.
"O-oh no problem, don't let me keep you from anything, it was a pleasure to meet you Messiah."
Sylph waved a little, then looked back at Tulpa, and a new person had arrived. Sylph wasn't familiar with this one. But she had a tail and a horn, maybe they could talk about that! But this new person was already engaging with Tulpa, maybe Sylph could head over and talk to Epsilon... No that'd be very rude, she should at least talk to these two for a moment before running off. The handshake from Messiah had really helped her calm down, she clearly wasn't afraid like Sylph had thought. Though... It was kind of curious why she wanted to see Sylphs costume designer, it'd literally taken Sylph a minute to draw up her idea, guess Messiah just liked simple designs.
Coming back to reality Sylph looked down on Mastar and Tulpa. But she wasn't quite sure how to interject herself into the conversation without being rude. She simply put her hands together and waited, her tail swaying slowly behind her as she shuffled around awkwardly.
Appearance: Aya is conventionally attractive, having a shapely figure, a pretty face and thick silky hair. The colour of her eyes and hair are almost identical both being a lighter brown, the hair only being the slightest bit darker. She's also strikingly tall being just shy of 6'1 at 183.78cms tall, and weighs 72.36kgs or 159.5lbs.
Her villain costume is just a simple doctors mask, she did wear a nurses outfit on her first few outings but found it too provocative, not to mention drafty. Now she remains in her business suit at all times.
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Weapons: Aya carries some medical equipment that could be used to harm someone, but if they are that close she'd be better off using her quirk.
Hero(Villain) Equipment: As stated above Aya carries a set of medical equipment. It consists of things you would expect, like antibacterial spray, bandages, a scalpel and some basic painkillers among things. She also has some extra face masks on hand encase they are needed.
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Combat Section:
Strength: Aya is primarily a medic, but if the situation calls for it she can inflict massive amounts of damage or even kill a single unarmored target very quickly. But she can only do this at point blank range, and would struggle with more than one enemy at a time.
Endurance: Aya is about as frail as you'd expect her to be. But if you knock her down you better make sure she stays down, given her quirk assisting her in recovering from minor and moderate wounds quickly.
Willpower: Aya has a strong head on her shoulders, not being swayed easily unless it orders from her superiors or her close friends. She will remain focused on the takes at hand and try to get it done to the best of her ability.
Speed: Only wears heels while off the job, she makes sure to wear runners and a sports bra. Aya is concerned about being able to run effectively when on the job over dress code. She is faster than she looks having the speed to outrun slower people, but she isn't going to be out running any seasoned sprinters.
Reaction Speed: Aya has a quick reaction time, acting upon information very quickly. This leads to her being able to dodge a punch or two, but she isn't going to be avoiding any close range bullets.
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Quirk Section:
Name of Quirk: Contort.
Ability of Quirk: Contort lets Aya control the muscles of individuals she remains in skin contact with.
Qualities of Quirk: Her control lets her stiffen someones muscles to the point where they cannot move, or make them so loose the person simply collapses onto the floor, completely limp. She can also tear and mend muscles to a limited degree, helping her to inflict extreme pain onto someone or to help patch up wounds. She can control select groups of muscle, not having to manipulate someone in their entirety.
Strengths of Quirk: Aya's quirks main strengths come in it's ability to stop enemies in there tracks (Sometimes permanently), while also providing her with the ability to heal the wounds sustained by her allies, much faster and more effectively than normal. But if she so wished she could attack someones heart with her power.
Weaknesses of Quirk: The primary weakness of her quirk is the fact that she has to get in close enough to touch you, and requires maintained direct skin contact. The second she's no longer touching your flesh, her control stops.
Limits of Quirk: Her power isn't limited to the strength of the muscle she's controlling, and example being she could manipulate the muscles of a rhino just as easily as that of a human. But the kinds of muscle are the factor that limit her powers. Skeletal muscle is the one she has complete control over, anything attached directly to a bone is her plaything. She can fiddle with your cardiac muscles well enough to be a threat to your heart and lungs, but she can hardly move smooth muscle at all, leaving things like your stomach mostly safe from her influence.
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Biography: Aya wasn't always treading the path of a villain, she was actually one of the furthest things from it. Being a well behaved, high achieving student in both school and university, even managing to get an award or two in secondary school for academic achievement. Her massive brain helped her complete her university courses almost a full 3 years early, her quirk giving her a bit of a leg up when it came to becoming a surgeon.
She got the qualifications and was working as a fully fledged surgeon when she was 25! A testament to her vast achievements, and skill in her field. There was one catch, the law denied her use of her power on patients, and this made her ability to help people much less than it could be. This fact in itself made her question the system and how things worked, but she was still a skilled surgeon, and saved a great deal of lives in her first few months. But it was only a matter of time before she found someone she couldn't save.
When the moment finally came fore her skills to fail, she struggled to accept it, but she knew she couldn't have saved these cases, even with her powers the things they had simply couldn't be solved. But every now and then there was a patient who she could help that would slip through her fingers. And it was one of these very cases that was the tipping point in her life. She had a patient who was going to die the damage to their heart was far too extensive for the scalpel alone to fix, but with her power she would've been able to save then, even if the process was a little risky. But again she stood against the law and was unable to do anything. Except this time Aya wasn't letting her patient die.
She performed an unofficial surgery, working all on her own to save this man from death. And it didn't take long for the security guards to get there and rip her from the body as she struggled to finish her work. The whole event had been witnessed by the patient's wife, who had actually helped Aya get in to try and save her husband. But Aya wasn't able to finish her work, and she was taken to the police and handed in. Although she hadn't finished her work, the work she had done was enough for a regular surgeon to salvage, and in the process save the mans life.
She had save a life, but instead of thanks, she was faced with persecution and incarceration. If it wasn't for the patients wife, Aya would currently be in prison. But the damage was done, even though she'd been let off the hook, she was done being a part of the system. It was then that she was able to find the dark tree, these people knew how she felt it seemed. And wished to undo the system that had wronged her, this was what had drawn her to look for them in the first place. Now she helps look after the many members of the dark tree, providing excellent medical care to her new comrades, and has been doing so for roughly a year and a half.
Personality: Aya is a very loyal woman who respects authority. She shows great respect towards her superiors, generally being an obedient member. To the non higher ups she's more sociable, not afraid to put someone in their place if they ill her, or to roast someone if she feels it would be funny. She might come off as a little bit mean at times, but it is without question that behind the insults, she cares deeply for her new family, willing to sacrifice a great deal for them.
Aya does have her little "Secret" which she thinks she hides fairly well, but she's a masochist. She loves physical pain in all it's forms, not caring so much about emotional torment, even though it still puts a smile on her face.
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Other: Aya has a strange affinity for scorpions, spiders and all the other creepy crawly things.
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