Upon assuming the form of Zarathos, Solomon is single-mindedly driven by the Fallen's divine mission to protect the innocent that has long since been corrupted into a lust to punish the guilty. It holds a strict adherence to black-and-white morality and no hesitance to reign Old Testament-style judgement down upon those it deems as sinners. Overwhelming brute force is its answer to any problem, and this leaves an indifference for the welfare of any innocent bystanders in the way. Zarathos borders on being a religious zealot and is outright hostile to any attempt to debase the Judeo-Abrahamic faith. Along with more of its immutable, rigid personality, leaves it less than a team player in any situation.
Solomon's personality is strongly introverted, and this may shut him off from the intimacy he yearns for. He's eager to explore the worlds out in nature, but fears understanding the people he might encounter on his path. Being immobilized by fear when he seeks to initiate a relationship. For someone of his...cirumstances, being homeless is more a convenience than anything, especially when he learns all the best secluded spots in a dense, urban city. So he retreats from the challenge of reaching out, and withdraws, isolating himself in his private world instead. Solitude need not equate with loneliness, but it may, and often does. He doesn't know how to ask for companionship, so he feels helpless in his isolation.
Currently inbetween jobs as a freelancer on the road. Homeless.
Master Swordsman (Zarathos)
Magical/Mythical Knowledge (Zarathos)
Celestial Possession: Solomon shares his body, mind and soul with a Fallen, Zarathos, who takes control once the sun is down. This leaves him access to a variety of skills and abilities of Zarathos' but only during nighttime, barring a very limited, weaker version of the powerset in the day as well.
Fallen Form: Similar to any other supernatural being, Zarathos boasts several superhuman feats: strength, stamina, durability and agility, whilso being able to detect any supernatural occurrences around him. Its skeletal physiology lacks the ability to feel pain or the need to rest, with exception to certain magicks.
Embodiment of Justice Devourer of Sin: Zarathos can manipulate the immoral act known as sin by either percieving the sorts of sins the individual has committed in the rest of their life or remove/absorb any sort of sin from the individual.
Soul Conflagration: Zarathos possesses the ability to generate, control and project an ethereal and supernatural flame that burns the soul of a person and can also be used to burn their physical body. This flame is fuelled from the sin he devours and so can only burn only those who understand the concept of sin.
Retroactive Immortality: Zarathos can only be killed when in full control of its host body. If killed during the daytime, Solomon is self-resurrected by turning into Zarathos the moment the sun fully sets.
Exorcism magic to disrupt Celestial possession.
Celestial weapons can harm Zarathos in his form.
Ultraviolet light reverts his transformation even in nighttime.
A leaf-bladed bastard sword and wooden longbow.
In the beginning, there was the Presence, a Primordial long since withdrawn to a higher plane of existence. Such was the Presence's nature that His aspects had names and identities of their own - the Archangels who then in turn beget angels of their own, forming what we know as the Abrahamic pantheon. But three seconds after their creation, a rebel band of angels led by the Morningstar attempted to wrest control from the Presence. As punishment, they were cast away and had Fallen, forever exiled from His grace. In time, one of the Fallen named Zarathos, came to repent its rebellion, seeking forgiveness from the Presence; legend has it that it was the former Angel of Justice, Raguel.
Zarathos came before and prostrated itself before the Presence, acknowledging its wrong-doing and responsibility for what it had done, offering its up to whatever punishment the Presence chose to impose. The Presence's judgment on Zarathos was that he would be cast down to Earth and be bound to human souls, His righteous wrath given form to punish and reap from those who commit sin. Accepting with regret, it had hoped that with a billion lifetimes of servitude it would be once again worthy to bask in His Presence. And so over millennia, there have been many who had been host to Zarathos, chosen from those who had met unjust deaths, and sought vengeance.
Solomon Cahill was the son of Reverend Cahill, a fire and brimstone preacher that traveled all over the country. During his childhood, Solomon had been kidnapped by an underground satanist cult, his mother being murdered during the kidnapping. However it sadly did not stop with one murder, the cult having prepared and executed out a mass sacrifice that included all of Solomon’s father’s current congregation and including the Reverend himself. The satanists themselves were little more than pretenders to the demonic power that they claimed to possess but they had accidentally unleashed a real demon who had set upon them as soon as it was summoned out of whence it crept from.
It was only through some freak accident that Solomon had managed to escape, but with no family to turn to and out of his depths, turned to living it out in the Australian Outback. For years, memories would come haunt him in nightmares, all the while being a lone hermit from a young age. His only human contact was an indigenous tribe who graciously taught him the ways of living in nature. But Solomon would once again see death when a bushfire, illegally started by industrialists who wanted to encroach into the tribe’s rightful land by driving them out, ravaged the plains they lived. After rescuing as many as he could, he met an all too unjust death as he was burned alive, being trapped by the flames.
Upon his death, he found himself in a limbo-like state, where he encountered the Fallen, Zarathos who had been without a human host for the last century. The entity, after confessing it had been watching Solomon ever since he was first kidnapped by the cult, offered him the chance to seek avenge all those innocents lives taken too early and more, make it so no one else would have to experience what he had. Solomon returned to the world of the living, where he exacted vengeance on the industrialists who had started the fire. And has ever since, been wandering the face of the Earth, enacting His righteous wrath and reaping the sins of those deserving.
One detail of NOTE. There is a bear trap permanently fused to her jaws, so she actually kind of looks like this:
Kyouran doesn't have a villain costume since her mouth is a dead give-away, and use of her quirk, more often than not, destroys whatever she is wearing.
Weapons: N/A Hero(Villain) Equipment:
Varies, usually uses whatever mechanical equipment is at hand. May bring along a grey hooded sweater to cover herself up with after a fight.
Kyouran fights like a thug at a bar, with long, wide, telegraphed swings and little to no finesse.
Without her quirk, Kyouran is a bit stronger than she looks, able to handily beat up 'tough-guys' as long as they aren't using any quirk that enhances their strength or defense.
Similar to her strength, Kyouran has a history of brawling. As long as quirks aren't involved, she can take quite a few good punches.
Kyouran loves a good challenge. She is also not very smart and does not react to threat or danger the way a sane individual should. She has an almost-heroic can-do attitude that gets her in trouble more often than not.
Kyouran is not exactly fast. She can sucker punch someone if they aren't paying attention, but otherwise, she's a pretty stationary fighter, preferring to take a hit and let the opponent close the distance.
Kyouran isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. She easily gets tunnel-visioned in combat or when focused on a short-term goal. She is quite unaware and not very self-conscious.
Name of Quirk: Robots in Disguise
Ability of Quirk: Fusing her body with machines.
Qualities of Quirk:
Kyouran has the ability to fuse mechanical or metallic objects into her body for fifteen minutes, after which intense pain will cause her to reject the 'implant'. Her jaw is a permanent example of what happens if a mechanical piece stays attached to her body past the time limit. This quirk doesn't give her enhanced strength, only enhanced durability for whatever part of her body has been temporarily replaced with a mechanical object. She has developed the ability to harness force-generating aspects of machines such as pneumatics, hydraulics, engines, motors, servos, etc. that do enhance her strength. She is also able to meld with electronic devices, which can give her the ability to tap into radio signals or hack other machines, if only she was actually smart enough to do so. The ultimate manifestation of this ability is if she takes on more machines than the actual volume of her body. This essentially allows her the transform into a giant humanoid mech that vaguely resembles an amalgam of the machine parts used to create her robot body.
Strengths of Quirk:
She can augment her already fairly strong body with machine parts or turn into a giant robot entirely, given enough volume of machinery. She can be as tough or as strong as the machines she takes up, as well as gain whatever 'abilities' the machine has, be it headlights, missile pods, loudspeakers, bluetooth, etc.
Weaknesses of Quirk:
Kyouran has a time limit of fifteen minutes in which a machine can be fused to her body, after which she experiences a refractory period of ten minutes during which she cannot use her ability. Staying fused to a machine for longer than fifteen minutes causes intense pain that forces her body to 'reject' the machine and return to her normal self. If a machine stays fused to her body for longer than that, it becomes a permanent part of her body. She also 'feels' damage that her machine parts sustain. Though her sense of pain is greatly muted, severe damage can cause her enough pain to initiate a 'rejection', after which she expels whatever machines she has fused with and starts her refractory period, regardless of how much time she had spent fused with the machine.
Limits of Quirk:
Kyouran is only as strong or as durable as the machinery she fuses with. Since it's impractical to carry a tank with her everywhere, she usually has to just absorb whatever is in the vicinity, making her quirk slightly unreliable. She also has a time limit to her power, albeit a fairly long time limit, but she can also be 'knocked out' of her quirk. While fusing with electronics does grant her access to a plethora of new abilities, she lacks the intelligence to take full advantage of it, preferring to literally hit like a truck in most cases.
Born in Yokohama to rice-farming parents, Kyouran was an only child. Living in a rural area, the children grew up in a rough-and-tumble environment, forming small rival gangs, but their upbringing stressed a sense of honor among them. Though her neighbors mostly had sons, she was able to fight her way to the top, forcing them to make her leader and call her 'older sister' (Ane).
She dreamed of becoming a hero one day after discovering her quirk when she fused with the family tractor, becoming a giant mecha from the TV shows she enjoyed. However, due to her poor intellect, her grades at the hero academy that she went to were quite poor, and she had a bad habit of belligerence, insubordination, and underage drinking. One night sealed her fate forever. A bad dare and a drunken stupor later, she woke up groggy, with a bear trap permanently fused to her face. Apparently, she had done it as a joke, but then passed out from the alcohol. Unconscious, she exceeded the time limit of her quirk. For the school, this was the last straw as the trap was visual proof of her bad behaviors and poor self-control. Not only that, she was deemed too 'scary-looking' to be a hero, and having her lips turned into big metal teeth caused her to lose her ability to speak properly.
Expelled, she felt too ashamed to go back to her parents and eventually fell in with the wrong crowd in the big city, joining a biker gang. Life on the road suited Kyouran, hitting up bars and performing petty crimes. However, she wanted more. She needed purpose. Soon she found herself taking on shady jobs as a thug, offering protection services to more organized gangs and generally being an intimidation henchman. However, throughout this entire episode of her life, she never regained her ability to speak properly, her conversations were a slobbering mess with the consonants B, F, M, P, and V being impossible for her to pronounce. One day, someone from the Dark Tree approached her with a simple, small speaker. He had seen her work and wanted to recruit her to the organization. He had heard enough about her to want to try something. It was pretty crude really, he had Kyouran fuse the speaker into her throat and then he knocked her unconscious. When she woke up, she had regained the ability to speak, albeit in a slightly tinny voice. Grateful, Kyouran also realized that she wasn't smart enough to come up with this solution herself, and that the Dark Tree would be able to use her to her full potential. She has been with the Dark Tree for three years since.
Kyouran is chummy and honorable, with all the chivalry of a typical hot-blooded Japanese punk with none of the insecure aggression. She readily makes 'bonds of brotherhood' with people who have impressed her in any way. She is a tomboy who likes to get down and dirty and believes that physical contact is integral to 'brotherly' bonding. She has a tendency to joke and just let things roll off her shoulder so it's very difficult to know when something is actually bothering her. Kyouran has poor self-control when it comes to her emotions and indulgences, preferring to live life like a firework, to experience all she can and go out in a blaze of glory. She is level-headed enough to recognize when those smarter than her have well laid-out plans for her to follow, plans that are vital to self-preservation.
Kyouran is a heavy drinker and a boisterous drunk. Due to her unfortunate mouth situation, she eats and drinks very messily.
"Don't try and separate me from a good time. Fair warning."
16 - August 31st
Weight: 171 lbs
Fashion Sense: Man's don't want to poke holes through his clothes with 'em bone protrusions, so he's a fan of loose-fitting clothes. Y'know, tank tops and the like.
Distinguishing Features: Couple o' bone protrusions all over; down along his spine, top his head, particularly pronounced knuckles.
At his core, he's a simple guy. He knows what he wants, and is willing to do put the work in to get it. If he doesn't get it, he doesn't get depressed over it. One of his philosophies is that if something was meant to happen, then it will. Try hard so you deserve it to happen. If it didn't happen, it's not your fault. The universe just had other plans. Though don't expect him to be all upbeat about it, the man's still has a temper.
Sojiro, despite having a family, often had to handle things himself, growing him into a self-reliant, but also a self-indulgent person. He enjoys the finer things in life and is not afraid to take others down to achieve those means. He knows he got the skills, he knows he got the looks, and he knows he has more guts and grit than most others his age, and he is not afraid to tell you to your face.
Sojiro was the estranged middle son of the famous Tatsuda Enterprises, who grew up being belittled and bullied by his eldest brother, Tatsuda Sozen, on the account of his bone protrusions making for an easy target. Time and time again, this behaviour was overlooked by their parents so eventually was conditioned to think 'look out for yourself 'cuz no one else is' and drove a wedge between him and his family. From there, it was a rocky decline to ditching school, starting fights, causing trouble; general delinquent stuff in response to a crappy house life that admittedly at least came with a huge allowance. Perks.
While on patrol, one hero had witnessed a brutal beating being dealt by Sojiro to a rival delinquent gang. The veteran hero, (week from retirement) took it as nothing but a senseless fight between punks and brought a stop to the fight without breaking a sweat, until he recognised Sojiro to be the son of a wealthy businessman with many, many friends in all the right places – something his retirement just did not need. Unwilling to put in more work than what it's worth, the hero sent him on his way with a slap on his wrist for his troubles. What lesson did he get out of that? Heroes do what he does but better and get paid for it.
So he figures why not with LOSER? It's the only place that'd take his delinquent ass and might as well 'kill some time.'
Bone Growth - Sojiro sprouts out bone protrusions out of his skin, the strength and extent of them depends on his intake of calcium!
Ryota closed his eyes as they weren’t of much use right now, unless you has something that assisted with vision you were as good as blind. So instead he opted to focus on his hearing as well as the sensation he felt in his left arm. As Seijin made his move he could faintly hear his footsteps hitting the ground, they were light and on top of that he had a long stride. The blonde had set off one of the turrets within moments but it left an unsettling feeling as he listened to the distinct sound the turret made, it was unlike anything he’s ever heard.
Soon the turret had fell back to dead silence, you would think it was over but the tingly feeling was still in the boys arm until he heard a light thud come from the building. Looks like his speed is the real deal, but here is where things get interesting. The tingling feeling in his arm was gone which meant that he either stopped moving or was outside of the fog, a smile was on his face as Ryota walked back inside the building. “You’re quick on your feet and have a pretty nice stride, but it takes more than strength to be number one.” From what it seemed, Seijin had about five entrances to pick from, the front door and a window on each of the four surrounding walls. “What will you do next, number one?”
Meanwhile, Hiroaki was unhappily and uncomfortably resting as he awaited rescue. The rough ropes begin to hurt against his skin and he couldn’t even move an inch. Seriously, Ryota didn’t have to tie it up this tightly. Being unable to move for this long a time made him feel anxious for some reason, along with the thick fog that was created from Ryota’s quirk. He also remembered Ryota told him to not say anything to give away his location. Hiroaki couldn’t move a muscle, see anything, and say anything. He has never felt so stressed out in his life since that incident when he was a kid- Oh no, he’s remembering it again. He began to breathe heavily and look around for someone to help him out. He closed his eyes and calmed himself…
This was all ramping up to be even more troublesome and just when he thought things would get easier. Seijin dropped down onto the concrete floor inside the bunker but as the fog of smoke persisted he hardly could make out what laid only a few feet in front of him. Tch. All this smoke’s such a bother… He pressed on slowly through the room as he sought after either Ashtray-breath or Pinkie, and while his posture breathed complete nonchalance, with hands dug into pockets, the blonde was ready to slip into combat at the first sight of trouble. Just wait ‘til I find you, both of yah...
…Hiroaki can’t do this anymore. The more he stayed like this, the more hungrier he got and the urge to use the bathroom grew more. Just how long was this going to last? He tried his best to peer into the fog. Hiroaki doesn’t know if it’s the light making tricks on him because he can see a silhouette or two. Everything’s just so blurry for him that he had to stop because the effort is giving him a headache.
Should he make a noise? Normally the hostages would make them whenever someone was nearby so they can be saved. Hiroaki would surely call out for Seijin to rescue him if it weren’t for what Ryota asked him to do. He decided the best course of action is, ironically, not to do something and wait for things to unravel on their own. And really, if Hiroaki’s mouth wasn’t going to make any noises, his grumbling stomach will do it for him.
The tingle in the boys arm resurfaced as his opponent entered the bunker, he was a blind mice as he tried to navigate his way through the smoke. There was a tinge of a smile on the boys face as things began to ramp up, it was time to give these students a show. From Seijin’s right he would notice the sound of a few footsteps that alarm him, shortly after a right fist would come into vision that was aimed at his left abdomen.
Honed reflexes and innate athleticism had spared Seijin enough to properly react to the incoming strike in no time, with his quirk he’s mistaken for a speedster many times before and it’s easy to understand why seeing his body was already moving for something he hadn’t even properly registered yet. The blonde pivoted on one foot, facing adjacent to the fist’s path before locking onto the offending arm with one hand and gripping Ashtray-breath by where the scruff of his neck should be. That’s awfully nice of him to save me trouble by coming straight to me.
He was never formally trained in any sort of martial arts whatsoever but it’d be harder to not pick things up given his track records of getting into fights and winning most of them with the unfair advantage in close-quarters combat his quirk gives. ”Could yah give up here ‘n show me where Pinkie is?” To ‘coax’ into an easy surrender, Seijin roughly pulls his opponent down to the ground face first and puts him into an armlock, the sort where there’s struggle a dislocated shoulder follows.
The black haired boy took notice of how quickly Seijin reacted to his attack, Ah a seasoned fighter it seems the boy smirked as Seijin pushed him to the ground and put him into a armlock. Perhaps he actually did have some semblance of an idea of what he was doing, the lock that Seijin had put him in was indeed a rather interesting one. Instead of struggling Ryota held his breath and relaxed his body until he slipped out of his grip and dispersed into the smoke which soon filled the bunker. Seijin would soon find the only thing he was gripping onto was the boys clothes. Ryota would reconstitute his form at the west window, he was meticulous about keeping the goods censored with a thick cloud of smoke around his waist as he continued onto his next move.
Ryota took a long right stride closing the gap between the two before planting his left foot firm on the ground and pivoting it before sweeping the area with his right leg, dispersing a bit of smoke as he performed his strike at Seijin, even after the attack was done he didn’t let up as he kept light on his toes as he leaned his body forward with a grin on his face, not shying away from the close quarters combat that was to come.
Taking one look at the clean leg sweep heading his way, Seijin slows it and steals the speed behind the strike for himself to use, the surge of kinetic energy is redirected through the body and enhances his striking power for what is to come next. The blonde crouches down low before he shoots up to his opponent throwing an uppercut right at his exposed chin from below, the added momentum from jumping up combined with the enhanced speed made for a devastating blow if it connects. In any sort of fight, the name of the game was speed and speed was his to take as he pleases.
Hiroaki could hear the sounds of fighting. He didn’t know exactly where but he’s pretty sure it’s somewhere on his front. He cringed at the sound of what seemed like punches and kicks connecting to a body. If this weren’t a quirk demonstration, Seijin and Ryota will definitely beat each other to death.
Ryota noticed his sweep lose speed as well as power as he tried to take Seijin off his feet, So he cumulatively steal speed from the target, not all together. It was then that Seijin tried to put him out for the count with a strike straight for his chin, Ryota held his breath once more seconds before the strike landed, when the blow landed Ryotas head along with the rest of his body would explode into a cloud of smoke as he faded back to relocate himself once more near the front door. Head to head combat was pretty much pointless at this point, Seijin’s reaction time and speed in close combat exceeded his own yet he is unable to lay a hit on Ryota because of his intangibility. “You might as well give up you can’t land a hit on me and you only have about under a minute left to find Pinky”
Seijin doesn’t hesitate to act quickly on that and lets himself fall back to the ground as his uppercut found no purchase, his fist hitting nothing but some smoke and left him still without a solid hit on Ashtray-breath. Tch. If that’s so then how’d yah like this? He covers the distance to the front door in a single bound, landing in front of Ryota before letting loose a continuous series of strikes and kicks, knowing full well he was pressed for the same outcome: his opponent slipping into his intangible smoke form, negating physical attacks. But what the blonde was counting on was that there was some limit to how long he could maintain that form, one good hit landing was all he needed so he redoubles his efforts and doesn’t let up on going on the offensive.
Ryota let out a sigh as the boy rushed him, it was more so he was disappointed at the fact that Seijin decided to engage him instead of looking for Hiroaki. There was a smirk on the boys face as he decided to play his game. Ryota squatted a bit and got into fighting stance, as soon as he took notice of the speed of the first couple punches the boy immediately turned onto the defensive. Some of the punches and kicks were so fast that he had to settle for deflecting them to the side. As Seijin picked up the pace Ryota began smiling as he was having a bit of fun fighting against him.
Hiroaki bit his bottom lip. He’s been trapped there for so long he can barely tell the time he’s spent waiting for Seijin. He’s slowly getting annoyed with each passing second. He doesn’t want to do and say anything because Ryota told him not to, but Aki remembered he’s not the boss of him. Besides, any person with or without a Quirk will definitely do something to help themselves. The question is, what will he do?
Then he thought of something. If Seijin’s vision was limited because of the fog then Hiroaki will help the blonde see him. He activated his Quirk, growing multiple crystals on his body that glowed milky white. They’re not too big to take a toll on his stamina, and not too small to make their light be seen even through the thick fog. ”Seijin, I’m here!”, he shouted.
Seijin lets loose a last flurry of kicks that would hopefully disperse Ryota’s smokey form, long enough to grab the pinkette hostage and make their exit. The last vestiges of kinetic energy coursing through his body provides him ample speed to tear through the fog of smoke, towards the dull glow able to be spotted even with his obscured vision. ”Let’s finish this thing,” he says before grabbing Hiroaki and lifting him up over his shoulder then dashing straight for the window closest to escape the bunker.
Hiroaki’s eyes widened when he saw Seijin barreling straight towards him and lifting the pink boy up over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. Just how strong is this blonde boy?
“Oh?” Was what the boy said, shocked when Hiroaki decided to speak up and even shine off a bit light. It would definitely make things harder but not impossible, that was when Seijin kicked it up a gear and delivered a flurry of attacks which created an opening for him to grab Hiroaki. As Ryota was putting himself back together he clenched his right fist tightly as he prepared for another attack before a thought shot through his head. I can't reveal all my tricks just yet. The boys arm went limp as he decided to let the two escape. As he began putting on his clothes, the smoke began to dissipate marking the end of this bout.
Seijin and Seijin were in a deadlock; neither being able to land a hit on the other. Hiroaki says enough is enough, hails for Seijin who then immediately books it grabs him and finishes the quirk demo.
To tell the truth, Hiroaki himself didn't know why he chose to sit beside the black-haired guy from earlier. Sure, he was pretty mean back there at the entrance, but Hiroaki decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. All of them were entering a new chapter in their lives, and everyone has their own unique way of coping in things unfamiliar to them. Though, Hiroaki wished that the black-haired guy beside him would truly show his kind self sooner than later, one way or another.
Hiroaki was happily doodling on his sketchpad, then he looked around and noticed that the rest of the students were filling up and sitting on the remaining seats. He placed his sketchpad and pencil back in his bag and patiently waited for everybody to get settled in for the assembly to truly start. He kept glancing down on the sleeping blonde with a worried look. Should Hiroaki wake him up? The blond did seem scary for the pink-haired teen. He thought the blond would just be like the black-haired guy beside him, though the assembly was an important event no new student should ever miss.
He was thinking so deeply he was surprised to hear a click followed by light beaming on the stage. The light seemed to come from... nowhere? It was kind of weird for Hiroaki but he didn't think of it that much when the first teacher walked in and stood under the spotlight. He lightly tapped the sleeping blond's shoulder. "Um hey, please wake up", Hiroaki softly pleaded to the boy.
Oh dear. The teacher was talking about a lot of important things but Hiroaki could hardly focus on what she was saying because he was preoccupied in waking up the sleeping blond. "Hey, someone could see you sleeping here. Please wake up", he softly pleaded again. His actions gradually grew from light tapping to gentle nudging on his shoulder. He was scared of doing something abrupt to make him really wake up, probably because Hiroaki feared to make a commotion during the assembly and also because of the blond possibly punching Hiroaki due to disrupting his sleep.
Now, Seijin isn’t what people would call ‘the sharpest tool in the shed’ but even he was quick to take to the possibility that maybe Jigokuraku wasn’t like any school he ever been to. His naps were interrupted... or rather the sudden bellow let out in the assembly jolted him awake. Whatever the case getting waken up by someone else at school? Today was a day full of firsts for the blonde. He turns around to stare back at the pink-haired teen who’d been trying and failing, to wake him up until now. “Yah need something? Well, I’m–” He abruptly pauses as he couldn’t help but let out a yawn, eyes still blinking after his short nap, “–available now… sorry.”
He let out a tired sigh as he watched the antics of the teachers unfold from his seat, “After askin’ the lot of you to ease up a bit on the first day, the teachers prove ‘emselves just as loud and rough… how troublesome.” The rest of the assembly passed on and he really would’ve tried to pay more attention if he could but the fact of the matter was that simply wasn’t how his brain was wired. And just as he started to drift back into sleep again, Principal Whatsherface’s announcement about the Four Pillars Game caught Seijin in a rare moment of self-engagement. “Four Pillars? That’d mean U.A. and well, that would then mean... ” The urge to groan into his hands was stronger than ever, which he obliged with his sudden awareness of future prospects he’d rather avoid.
The assembly was rather interesting, to say the least, every single one of the teachers had a screw loose somewhere somehow. Especially the hero course director who somehow managed to look like an 8-month old infant and a 73-year-old woman at the same time. Ryota held the bridge of his nose as he could feel the pending headache that he was going to receive from his ‘Sensei’s’. Tanifuji and Itagaki sensei were a couple of loud mouth’s, Guodo was a distraction, Fujino sensei was just your basic teacher, and the principal had to be the most unsettling at all. Sure she was a former top 5 hero but her appearance and demeanor were a bit unsettling.
Despite the faculty of clowns that Jigokoraku had, there were some interesting things said at the assembly. Talk about choosing a class representative caught his attention, not that he wanted to become one, he could care less about attaining said occupation. It was more so about making sure to choose someone that would give him a fucking headache. The next thing that caught his attention was that they’d be attending the four pillars games and compete against U.A. and Shiketsu, Ryota wouldn’t even have to try to show them the difference in skill and talent. They’d see for themselves how inferior they are against the aspiring heroes that attended these schools and the reason why they didn’t get into either ranked school would be clear as day. Ryota could feel the stress emanating off of the blonde that sat next to him.
After the assembly, the students were to meet Guodo in the gym for a quirk assessment test, upon entering he noticed that majority of students that were in the hero course with him were the same people that heavily disagreed with his views and comments before school started. Oh brother was this going to be a stressful time. Ryota took a seat in the second row of the bleachers, for this event he wanted a front row seat.
Usually, he wouldn’t give a damn but this wasn’t your average school, the rules do the jungle were different since the use of quirks were permitted, unlike a regular school. Some of his classmates probably won’t notice but an unintentional pecking order was about to be created divided the weak from the strong. To some, they would think this would be something simple that would break the ice but to Ryota, this would help reveal everything that he needs to know about his peers.
The first student that went up was Mazzini Kiko, a girl who was definitely of foreign heritage with a name like that. Her quirk was known as bullet hell, it did decent damage when the projectiles she shot actually hit something. Her quirk was alright but her accuracy was horrible making her not even close to a threat. Maybe she’ll be someone to look out for if she can fix her shit aim.
The next student up was a girl with half white half black hair and scarlet eyes, her name was Yomodachi Azukina and her quirk was called flash freeze. The girl had charisma and not only that her quirk was very powerful but that didn’t come without its drawbacks. It seems as though her quirk covers her arm in ice the more she uses it. It didn’t seem like she was fazed by the ice that coated her arm, perhaps she is resistant to ice? Either that or she was putting up a facade. Not only that but it seemed as though she also lacked accuracy judging from the large field of damage done by her flash freeze, not only did she hit the dummies but managed to connect with the back wall of the gym. Despite these drawbacks, her quirk was still something to keep his eye out for as it was very strong if it made contact.
Up next was the stone-faced bastard from earlier, Tachibana Shouta and his quirk called Rotation, allowing him to add rotational velocity to his quirk. It was an effective quirk and could prove difficult under the right conditions but it seemed like it depended all upon the intelligence and craftiness of the user. Perhaps if he had much more lethal projectiles, regardless Ryota wasn’t worried about him at all.
The next student to present themselves was Hayakawa Yasu and boy was Ryota surprised to find someone with less enthusiasm then himself. Her quirk was Live Wire which allowed the user to create electrical threads. This caught the boys attention as it was something that was good for laying good traps out in which Yasu displayed during her below average demonstration.
Next to come up was a combo presentation between Haruka Fujimori and Yutsuko Soga, both seemed to be Mutant quirk users. One being a plant and the other, a reptile which was actually pretty ironic. They both decided to go a bit above and beyond to display their skills by doing a rescue simulation, with Yutsuko displaying his acrobatics and strength and Haruka displaying her range with her vines. They way they cooperated was very smooth, perhaps this isn’t the first time that they met each other. Though it was easy to point out that the reptile wasn’t as strong as he seemed, it was easy to see that he had to strain himself to maneuver when carrying extra cargo.
Ryota smirked at the next arrival as it was the girl from earlier whom had a retort to the boys claim about Jigokuraku. When the girl stripped down to a sports bra and trousers, the boy raised an eyebrow. Not because she stripped but at how ripped this girl was. Her quirk allowed herself to heat up her body temperature on which she demonstrated on a dummy. The boy placed his hand on his chin and squinted his eyes as he noticed the fine control that she had. She also was a martial artist which she displayed by dishing out devastating blows to the dummy that rattled its core. She was most certainly a threat, and a person to keep an eye out for. She was definitely the most potent close range combatant by far.
Meanwhile, the unattentive blonde failed to take much note of anything, perhaps save for the sudden blizzard that manifested itself out of nowhere and the monochromic girl standing in the midst of it. Glancing around the room, he was starting to get pent up with some frustration over things that were neither here nor there and did himself another first in his life by actually volunteering himself for an activity. He shuffled over to the open court after that two winged duo finished, but not before he shoulder-checked some curly, black haired teen, without bothering to step around him but rather through him.
Ryota had got up to prepare to go next but while doing so some dumbass had bumped into him. Though usually, he knew that accidents can happen, the vibe he got from the guy was one that he knew all the well. This was on purpose, a display of masculinity is what it was, Ryota turned to the guy and faced him giving off a venomous glare. As the looked the blonde in the eye he noticed it was the same guy that he had sat next to during the assembly, and here Ryota thought this guy wasn’t going to cause him any trouble. “You got a problem jackass?”
Hiroaki watched the other students showcasing their quirks in wonder and awe. He envied them as if they all already mastered their quirks even before going to the academy. Their quirks were even better than his. One can control an element and another has the physiology of an ancient beast, while all Hiroaki can do was just… He sighed, feeling defeated even though the battle has even started yet. Out of all his stronger students with far more superior quirks, what chance did he have?
Then he remembered something. One of their teachers, who introduced himself as Guodo, said that students who have support type quirks have to pair up with someone to showcase their quirks. Hiroaki thought of using it on a dummy, but decided to use it on an actual human would be better. He looked at the two people near him, the sleeping blonde and the grumpy black-haired guy. Hiroaki gulped. He’s too shy to even approach the others so he walked closer to them both.
”Um, hi”, he greeted them both while smiling shyly. ”I guess I’ve never really introduced myself properly. My name is Hiroaki Akiyama. I have a support type quirk so… I’m asking if one of you can be my partner in showcasing my quirk? I can treat you in the cafeteria or somewhere you like as my way of thanks... He beamed at both of them, but his smile gradually disappeared when he noticed them bickering at each other.
Seijin gave a half-lidded glance back at the teen who’d just called him out, “Eh? Watcha mean by that? You ain’t tryin’ stir something with me, are yah?” The return of the pink-haired guy from before who tried to wake him up during the attention, drew his attention as well, What’s with you two approaching me outta nowhere like this? I’m neither here nor there with the effort to put both of y’all in your place right now.”
Either this guy was as clueless as they come or he was just trying to get into Ryota's head. Not only was this guy annoying him but the pinkette came out of nowhere asking to partner up with one of them. Akiyama Hiroaki was his name and he had a support quirk meaning he needed a volunteer to help demonstrate. As Ryota turned to the pinkette he noticed quite a bit of soot coated his jacket, something that definitely wasn’t there a few moments ago. The boy wasn’t worried. Ryota turned to face Seijin but not without noticing they he also had the same stain situated on the shoulder of his jacket. The boy squinted at the blonde’s remark, “Instead of dreaming about putting me in my place, how about washing your filthy fucking clothes you bum.”
Hiroaki’s eyes widened in alarm. If any of the teachers could hear them right now, they will surely be in trouble. ”Um, guys…?” He squeaked as he too was afraid of getting in between these two spiteful boys. He sighed. This time, this time I’m confident I’ll die, he thought to himself as he went in between the two and put his hands on their chest. ”Guys please, save the fighting for later. Nothing good ever comes out of this. Stop this, please”, Hiroaki pleaded to the both of them.
“Ma, ma. Listen already today I had a lot of people test me and yah really wouldn’t want to be the one who gives me that last push, yeah?” Seijin doesn’t pay the pinkette’s words any attention and stares down at the other teen, his expression reflecting just how annoyed at what this bottom feeder was mouthing on about. With one hand, the other hand dug into his back pocket, he roughly shoves him on the chest and drawls on again, this time some temper seeping into his tone, “ Or then maybe I won’t just put yah in your place… maybe I’ll put yah through the ground with my two bare hands.”
Ryota was prepared to retaliate after the guy shoved him, the black haired boy stumbled back a bit before taking a few steps forward clenching his hands as he prepared to deliver a right hook to the bimbo's diaphragm but a thought pierced his brain causing him to stop. “Tch, this is none of your concern,” he said to the small pinkette who was trying to get in the way. Fighting another student the first day at a hero school would have definitely been a one-way ticket out of there immediately… but there may be a way around it. Ryota turned to the danger room with a smirk as he got an idea and faced the bimbo once more.
“Why not duke it out with me in the ring?” he said pointing his thumbs towards the gym floor with a stern face. The boy lowered his voice to the point where it was audible only for the bimbo. “We’d be able to establish who the alpha is with no interruptions out there,” Ryota said hoping the guy would understand exactly what he meant.
Seijin lets out a deep sigh and rubs the back of his neck, “Hah... alright, alright. You brought this on yourself when yah couldn’t tell your place from mine…” The blonde turns on his heel and shuffle towards the court and then paused to crane his head to the pinkette who tried and failed to make them see peace, “Oi Pinky, yah say you’re some kind of support-type quirk user?”
Hiroaki looked at them exasperatedly. Really, the only thing his parents told him to do was to keep out of trouble, but he literally did the one thing he’s not supposed to do. Not to mention, all these happened on the first day. He looked at the two guys taunting each other and Hiroaki flinched by the amount of pride and testosterone these two hotheads were exuding. Hiroaki didn’t even know their names yet…
Then the blonde, as he was on his way to the ring with the black-haired boy, turned his head to look back at Hiroaki and asked him about his support-type quirk. Hiroaki gulped. Y-Yeah! Basically, I can heal people. Why?”, he said to the blonde though Hiroaki already knew what he’s going to say next.
A brow was raised at that and if these two had known Seijin longer, they would’ve been able to tell he was pleasantly surprised to hear that this... Hiroaki? Had an actual, useful quirk that could heal others. “Good. Can heal his ass after I put him through the ground,” pointing his thumb over at Souta as he practically ordered this guy he had just met today.
Ryota discards his coat then steps onto the gymnasium floor, revealing a black thermal that presented his lean build finely. He paid no mind to the boys last comment as he stretched his muscles out a bit. “Sensei, we thought it was best if we competed against each other a bit in order to demonstrate our quirks.” The black haired boy took his place on the left side of the gymnasium and turned to the crowd with his hands in his pockets.
“My name is Kiyoshi Ryota,” the boy smirked while tapping the midsole of his shoe on the ground as he tested the traction of the gym floors. While he did so, Ryota activated his quirk and smoke began to seep through his through the left side of his thermal and go up the length of his arm. “And my quirk is called ‘Trickster Haze’, I am capable of transforming my bone and flesh into smoke.” The boy turned to the bimbo as he waited for him to introduce himself and reveal his quirk.
Seijin sighs deeply as he sauntered into the middle of the gym, next to Ryota’s side and turns around to face the rest of his classmates, “Ohayo. Takahashi Seijin, my quirk’s ‘Speed Theft’ and I can steal whoever’s speed for myself, so thanks in advance for any speed-type quirk users out of y’all.” He then walks across to the other side, getting some distance between him and his opponent, ditching his burnt up jacket which left him in his grey tank top and loose-fitting camo pants. “Oh, and almost forgot. I’m a kinda guy who’s all for the least amount of work possible and I know there’s a lot of y’all who are… outspoken about yourselves and goals ‘n dreams. So consider not objecting to my first ever declaration here: number one spot’s mine. Anyone who’d disagree otherwise will get put in their place and through the ground.”
Done saying his piece Seijin slips into a stance, standing opposite to Ryota, with his arms locked, fists clenched and shoulders relaxed. "Like this one’s about to…” He mutters under his breath only to then speak up louder, "First move’s yours.”
The black haired boy could feel the adrenaline begin to pump a bit as the boy introduced himself. Takahashi Seijin, and his quirk Speed Theft, the name was self-explanatory and it sounded to be something equally as pesky as his own Smoke, what were the conditions of his quirk was the first thing Ryota wondered as the boy rolled up his sleeves. Smoke was still frothing from his body and falling to the floor as he began to setup his demonstration. When Seijin made his comment about being number one Ryota scoffed.
“I’m curious to see the limits of your speed theft so how about we simulate a hostage situation where one of us plays the hero and the other the villain? We’ll flip a coin, winner gets first pick.” Ryota pulled out a coin from his pocket, “Heads or tails?” The boy asked as he played with the coin, tossing it up into the air and catching it.
“Eh, heads.” Seijin replies back dully, as he shoves his hands into his pockets and waits. If it were up to him, he would’ve just called for a spar between the both of them but it was too troublesome to say something now.
”So their names are Takahashi Seijin and Kiyoshi Ryota. It would’ve been nice if they introduced themselves to me like normal people instead of founding out their names before they’re gonna fight in a battle of fragile manhood”, Hiroaki exasperatedly thought to himself as he watched the blonde and the black-haired boy preparing for their sparring match.
He looked around, nervous that he’s going to be acquainted with these two hotheads. Then he shook his head. It’s wrong for Hiroaki to think of them that way. It’s just first day jitters. They’re all going to unfamiliar territory, away from their homes to stay with peers of their age for months. If this was the way for them to ease their agitated selves, so be it. But still, Hiroaki hoped they would have settled this better than… that.
”Just… take it easy guys! It’s just a friendly sparring match to showcase your quirks! No need to be violent…”, Hiroaki called out to the both of them, his voice getting lower than lower as he realized too late that no words can stop these two hard-headed boys from fighting each other. Once again, Hiroaki sighed exasperatedly.
Ryota paid no mind to the pinkette who was still putting his two cents in on the side lines. It was obvious that he didn’t know the thrill of battle and was clearly lacking in the testosterone department. Ryota threw the coin up in the air and watch it fall to the ground landing on heads. “You get to pick, hero or villain.”
I’ll be hero… and oi Hiroaki, front ‘n center. You’ll be our hostage for the demo. Seijin had ‘volunteered’ the pinkette into the role, not leaving room for discussion on the decision.
Hiroaki looked at him in horror. If there’s anything the pink-haired boy hates, it’s definitely acting. Still, he supposed he doesn’t have a choice in the matter, especially now. ”O-Okay, coming”, he nervously said as he walked towards Ryota and Seijin while fumbling nervously with his hands. ”What will I do exactly?”
Ryota rolled his eyes at the boy’s comment, “It’s exactly like he said, you’re the hostage.” He then turned towards Goudo sensei, “Sensei, can you create a base of operations with turrets surrounding it along with a bit of rope?”
The teacher nodded in agreement to their request and after a push of the button the class would see the ground open up and the bunker that was asked for. The base that was created was nothing fancy, it was a simple 8x12 room with concrete walls accompanied by empty window frames. A bundle of rope would also be tossed to them by Guodo sensei which Ryota would use to tie up the pinkett.
A smirk came to the boys face, Hero school isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Ryota grabbed the bundle of rope and beckoned for Hiroaki to get into the bunker that was created for them. “Allow me a few minutes to set up.”
For like the millionth time that day, Hiroaki sighed exasperatedly as he resigned to his fate and went into the bunker. He’s been more nervous now than he was before on his way here at the academy. He can even feel the wasps from earlier return to his tummy as he was waiting for Ryota to tie him up. For Hiroaki, this day has been a wild ride from the very start, and they haven’t even reached the end yet.
Ryota followed inside and immediately got to work tying up the boys wrists and legs together. The rope was a bit on the tight side and would eventually begin to chafe the pinkett skin a bit after a while. Outside the base, three turrets with laser pointers extended from the ground and surrounded the bunker in the form of a triangle. Once it seemed like everything was check, Ryota flooded the bunker with smoke using his left hand. Within about 15 second the base of operations was shrouded in a thick fog inside and it, the smoke was so heavy that it even gave Hiroaki a bit of a problem seeing where Ryota was located.
“If you try giving off your location by making noises, I’ll be forced to quiet you down, I would like to avoid that.”
These were the last words Ryota said before walking outside the base. His left arm was pretty much gone after hot boxing the entire area. Ryota cuffed his right hand around his mouth in order to project his voice, “Listen up, you have three minutes to prove to me why exactly you’re deserving of the number one spot, come at me whenever.”
Seijin couldn't be bothered at all to respond, instead he just silently took in what was said and tensed up readying himself for this run. This Ashtray-breath wouldn't stand between him and making due on his declaration from minutes ago, at least not before he was knocked down and put in his place. The blonde starts off and dashes away at the concrete bunker, he was already fast but nothing really impressive... for now.
It's not long before he enters in range of the turrets which immediately lock onto their target and fire away and luckily these bullets weren't anything like the real deal so Seijin easily steals their speed for himself; leaving whole clips of rubber bullets suspended in the air. Charged with the kinetic energy, the blonde redirects some of that into his legs and speeds off even faster before springing into the air like an Olympic high jumper and safely over more of the turret-fire, his back arched around the barrage mid-air.
Showing his athleticism, he lands on the wall with a thud and his right hand finds purchase on the building's roof, before swiftly scaling up to the top of the building. The dense fog is all he sees as he stares down the empty skylight frame on the concrete ceiling, without wasting a moment Seijin into the barrier of smoke.
TEAM SMOKEY'S ASSEMBLIN'!
Hiroaki's taken back by their teachers. Seijin was napping without a care. Ryota remains unimpressed.
Quirk demonstrations are all thoroughly analysed by Ryota, Hiroaki's impressed and slightly intimidated and Seijin... is without a care.
Seijin bumps into Ryota, tension ensues which Hiroaki tries and fails to defuse. Leads into a competition being waged during their joint-quirk demonstration, which is a... hostage situation! With Hiroaki being the lucky hostage.
Ryota hides off into his mini-concrete castle and ties up Hiroaki (for his own satisfaction?) and floods the place with his own smoke.
Seijin uses his speed hacks quirk and zips past the turret, does some light parkour and jumps straight into the smokescreen.
Seijin shuffled through the school gates along with the rest of the students, lazily rolling his eyes in exasperation at the scene put on by the more vocally inclined members of the group. "Ma ma. Why couldn't you all be less rowdy and provoking in general? And it's on the first day of school, can't we all ease down a bit? A waste of effort when you can be going along with the flow. Besides, try as you might you'll just end up being put in your place eventually." His straight off-the-top-of-head statement was accentuated by a loud, drawn-out yawn before suddenly blinking as a moment of realization fell upon him, his air-headed nature having been brought out to play.
"Oh did I say that all out loud? Well, I– ow." Seijin grumbled out in mild surprise as he was cut off by a sudden burning sensation on his back, he turned around to look at whoever just decided to burn him for no particular reason. Only to found an innocuous-looking, short girl, wearing a blouse of all things in this weather, with flames for hair bowing her head down while apologizing and offering to recompense him for his jacket. "Ayy settle down Torchhead-san, it's only my favourite jacket that yah burned," he chuckled while dismissively waving her off, already taking said jacket off before trying to dust it off. "I really can't be bothered to put someone through the ground on the first day, and the same for holding grudges. So let's laugh on this lil' incident and forget about it. Okay? Okay."
The blonde teen blew the mishap off on the spot, patting Elina on the head without thinking to further emphasize the whole levity of the situation, only to have his hand slightly singed for his troubles. One hand in pocket and the other holding his burnt jacket over his shoulder, he made back off with the rest who were now slowly filling the assembly hall. Not bothering to think too hard about where he chose to sit, he ended up grabbing a seat in the middle of the room before folding up his jacket into a makeshift-pillow to use for when he'd nap during whatever thing they had prepared for the new class of students. Seijin decides then that it'd be the perfect time to have that nap.
Seijin's airheadedness shows with his lack of head-to-mouth filter, he shrugs the whole 'randomly getting burned' thing off and decides to take a nap in the assembly hall.
For one Takahashi Seijin slowly making the trek up the steps leading to Jigokuraku, 'getting on time' seemed more like a suggestion if anything. He woke up late this morning, as usual, took his sweet time getting dressed, kissing Ma goodbye and getting wished good luck for the day, before leaving the house and making way to the Academy without any sense of urgency. The fur-collared heavy parka he wore felt particularly soft and warm for the winter cold setting upon Kirisama, the many metal zippers adorning the jacket made clinking noises with each step taken up. His tall, lean body took a deep breathe in of the chilly wind whilst walking up.
The young teen had an aloof expression on his face, the last dozen or so steps till the mountain summit, he shifts his gaze back down and grimaces inwardly as he came to realize how high up he was. It's a reaaaal bother that they had to have the school all the way up here. Build a ski lift up the mountain why don't cha. For convenience's sake. With that, if anyone was present to noticed how Seijin hurried the rest of the way up, well they wouldn't have been wrong to assume a fear of heights. But that wouldn't do at all, he might be apathetic about most things but it wouldn't do for people to get the wrong idea about him with first impressions.
Seijin reached the summit and walked in onto the sight of a crowd of students and a lone teacher and so far, most of which who were mingling outside the open gates leading into Jigokuraku Academy. His half-lidded eyes, that betrayed his lack of any real motivation, scanned through the group of people who he guessed he had to get to know following the next couple of years. A blue windbag, chunky with antennas, pretty boy teacher, and what could only be someone's pet plant that sprouted arms and legs, only to name the few who caught his attention, also can't forget the black humanoid dragon in pants.
He shuffled over amongst those who began to head through the gates, trying not to draw any attention to himself as he did. The blonde had no qualms about throwing his weight around and putting people in their places to establish top position over the students but it was only the first day and he really didn't feel up for it on the get go. Seems like a lot of work to do in the future...
Seijin's here and ain't even late at all (not for the lacking of trying). Just makes personal disparaging observations and laments over taking the steps to establish himself as topdog versus his procrastinator mindset.
Quirk: Speed Theft - Seijin siphons or 'steals' the speed off of objects and/or people to slow or even outright stop them in their tracks. The upper limit of his ability to steal speed caps off at the point when his bodily functions begin to run too fast, raising his body temperature and causing him to overheat.
Description: Seijin remembers always standing head and shoulders above his classmates. His awkward gangliness and tall stature being a sore topic for him, that was until his muscles started to fill in. Natural height and lean figure having provided him the tools to grow and excel in basketball, really boosting his self-confidence and letting him grow out of his shell. He's not the smartest person in the room by any means, in fact sometimes he comes off as an airhead but Seijin still carries himself with a great deal of pride and as a witty personality.
Seijin's early awkward stages of life, the times when he couldn't properly socialise, when his height wasn't yet a source of pride for him, when he wasn't the kind of person who he is now. Being carted in and out of the hospital ER – reason being his Quirk which when overused could induce cardiac arrest - and even having gone so far as to implant a heart rate monitor/pseudo-pacemaker, all did little to help settle things. Frankly speaking, his complete change of self and behaviour may all be an overcompensation for the past he'd like to forget.
Despite having grown into something of a delinquent who'd more than likely throw his weight around just for getting a kick out of it, he tries to be the best possible son for his single mother who'd be the happiest for Seijinn's new, confident self if he just hadn't picked up less than savoury traits as well. His home life isn't something that he would open up about in a conversation. School life so far has been uneventful with classtime naps, forgettable friends, and a lot of basketball matches won but perhaps that'd come to change with Jigokuraku.
Likes: - Basketball - Sunny days - Drama - Orange juice - Karaoke - Card games
Dislikes: - Spicy food - High places - Bad hair - Perverts - Homework - Hospital rooms