Pacifista

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

Shou's eye twitched at Shen-Mu's words. His previous sheepishness was gone as he glanced over her briefly. Who do you think you are? Mocking me? Rubbing it in? No one asked you..." Averting his eyes, glaring off, he wanted to relax, but Yuki was still on him for the time being, though he finally let go. Shou let out a sigh of relief as he stepped off, before giving and uncomfortable shudder. Why does everyone have to touch me? This is the worst. Of course, since he went off...

Wait, he resigned from the team too? And now he was facing down Boro. Along with everyone else, it seemed like. Wait a minute...

Ah. Ah! Aaaaah! I'm so stupid! Stupid stupid stupid! Grumbling to himself, he couldn't believe how short sighted he'd been. This whole voting nonsense was probably supposed to test them as heroes or something! And since all these wannabe heroes were so self-sacrificing, everyone was dragging each other back, like crabs in a bucket, even though the only thing outside the bucket was a steep drop. Probably. Besides, if he started whining about wanting to go it'd probably be taken as him being no different from all the hero wanna-

Shrill whistle piercing the room and his thought bubble, once his ears stopped ringing, he clicked his tongue as yet another clamored to the chopping block, or something. Every single thing happening in this room just made Shou want to be anywhere but. He shifted his seating, tempted to just get up and walk away, but Shen-Mu's head turned towards him.

"Who will it be? The one to be resigned? To come here only to immediately leave. I don't know about you. But I didn't come here to immediately turn back."

Raising his head, Shouichi gave Shen-Mu a befuddled look, before shrugging. Eh? She's not being all condescending anymore? Or maybe she is, but she doesn't really sound snippy about it. I don't... But then...he noticed she'd looked towards him. And...her eyes...

...She's blind! Shou realized, jaw dropping in horror. He'd...he'd just shrugged at a girl who couldn't see. Internally cringing himself into a nether realm, he pulled himself back up as he realized he technically hadn't responded yet. Why was the worst thing always happening? But of course, he couldn't come up with anything good to say.

"M-maybe everyone. Th-th-th-this whole th-th-thing is a j-j-j-joke. Hu hu hu..." He capped it off with a forced laugh, only heightening the harshness of his clumsy comment.

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

Yuki's arm encasing Shou by the shoulders, the hand of the Ice Dragon felt uncomfortably hot. His skin prickled oddly as he squirmed lightly, cringing in discomfort at the touch of another person.

Muttering to Yuki, Shouichi grumbled, "Y-you don't g-g-get it. M-m-my p-parents f-f-forced me into th-th-this. I-if I get k-k-kicked out, th-then all the b-b-better!"

Before he could continue, there was a glint from the other side, Shou starting to tremble as he he lightly turned his head, Satan returning to his vision, his face threatening, his arm raised and dangerous. He wanted to Blink away, but Yuki was right there: they'd already countered his Quirk, and now he was a dead man. He forced his eyes shut, flinching away.

As Satan slapped Shou's shoulder, he let out a low grunt of fright, but there was no pain beyond the forceful slap. Daring to open an eye, he was greeted by Satan's motor mouth once again.

"-then I shall resign and give you my place."

wait what

"-but it churns my insides to see you left out and ignored-"

Okay, now you're kind of pissing me off. Stay in character, 'demon'!

Finishing his line of thought, Satan stomped off, leaving Shou to reimagine the placement of the teams. He was with Yuki and the two girls? Greeeaaat. The only thing worse than deciding groups was actually being on one. Speaking of...well, 'the devil' probably wouldn't be the right term here.

After Shen-Mu introduced herself, Shou wanted to slip away from Yuki's grasp, but instead, he kept his eyes locked on the ground in front of her, as if not daring to touch her with his eyes. "Sh-Shouichi..." he replied softly.

@HeroicSociopath@Patches@KRAZY J

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

Back against the smoke wrought like steel, Shou's eyes struggled to stay open with a tired bitterness as he watched the others group up like it was natural. There was a pit mulling around in his stomach as he realized that with the smaller amount of groups, there weren't going to be a lot of leftovers. He was going to be lumped with a group that hadn't chosen him, which was perhaps even worse. Thumping his forehead into his knees, he wanted nothing more than to be gone...

After a minutes or so, there was a bit of movement from nearby. Shouichi dared sneak a glance, losing interest the moment he saw who it was. The guy's just restless maybe? He can't be heading over here, his group is already... Wait, he's not stopping. Why is he...oh. Oh no. Oh god of n-

"Hey what's up I'm Satan I noticed you haven't joined a group yet and-"

no no no NO NO NO. Why god?

"-nobody here really likes me-"

Me included!

"They probably think I'm a real demon."

Did you think that was clever or do you really believe that? Oh my god he's got 8th Grader Syndrome it all makes sense now.

Satan continued on, extending a formal invitation, Shou desperately trying to keep his expression neutral, rather than let it slip into one of disgust or fear. Because as much as Shou wanted to be anywhere but right next to this guy, he could still be some delinquent punk who'd rip him to pieces. Assuming it wasn't just some 8th Grader Syndrome bark to conceal the lack of a bite. Was Shou going to let himself be killed by a delinquent punk, or get annoyed to death by him? Eyes glazing over at the horrible choice, he realized, Well, if I piss him off, I die faster, sooooo...

Shifting awkwardly, he opened his mouth. "T-t-team up with y-you?" Slipping his legs down and crossing them, he coiled his arms around his chest, turning his head away. "I d-don't want to b-b-be on any g-group. B-besides, if anyone's g-g-getting voted off i-it's me. I d-d-d-don't even want to b-be here..."

"And you can't have a team of five you friggin' dumbass!"

Heh heh, yeah it would have been cool if I said that, Shouichi considered, but his self preservation instinct kicked in at the last moment as he kept his eyes away, heart beating louder as he started to sweat, hairs on the back of his neck standing as he felt Satan's stare.

@Krazy J

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

Noisy reporters, noisier students: Shouichi was already growing disgusted with the whole arrangement. Every so often he shuffled a bit closer to the door, a part of him wanting to be thankful for the more boisterous students who commanded attention, directing it well away from him. The only tiny detail keeping him from actually being thankful was that they were just as bad, some of them falling into that pace willin-

Rustle rustle

The slight movement from the flowering bush nearby made Shou jump making him take a rather wheezy intake of breath. Patting his chest to still his beating heart, he moved away, looking around in hopes that no one was looking, before moving to a passive stance. Glancing up at the door, he considered going in as a few others went for it, but he didn't want to get attention from anyone. Better to just...

A prescence made itself known to him. While the other students and some relative distance to each other, someone had come to stand in a rather close proximity. Turning his head ever so slightly, he glimpsed a head of long, dark hair.

Eyes bulging, he averted his eyes as quickly as feasible, body going rigid. No. No way, it couldn't be... A girl? Swallowing, he dared steal another glance, this time spotting a bit of her face and glasses. She wasn't paying him much mind, yet there she stood.

Whaaaaaat is this? I don't get it: there's plenty of room back here but why is she so cloooose? D-did she not see me? But there's no one else this close to me. So if someone takes a picture...doesn't she realize I'll probably be in it too? Unless...she wants that? Could it be she...wants...

Shou bit the inside of his mouth. Nononono, don't you go down the road of thinking about 3D like that. Don't you dare. She can't have noticed me. Of course not, I have no presence. The reporters aren't bothering me, my mom's gone, no one cares...like I don't exist at all... As his eyes glazed over at his existential line of though, he suddenly lit up as he realized, Maybe I can just walk right out and no one would know!

As he stood there, closing his eyes, his mind allowed him to get back to his room as he imagined what he was going to do the moment he got back: the swathes of media avaliable to him... True bliss.

As the shape of the noise around him changed, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to be blinded by whiteness. As his cry of fright joined the others, before his panicked lungs met smoke, he didn't have much time to ruminate before finding himself spirited away.

---

Laying flat, arms and legs pinned together by his own unwillingness to move, once Shou recovered his breath, he shakily stood, the students being instructed by a shockingly average man.

As Boro finished his little orientation, Shou found himself letting out a sigh of derision. Groups. It haaaaad to be groups.

Shou knew groups. Small circles of friend-oh wait, he didn't know groups like that, nor did he know groups picked for the competence of its members. Shou only knew the 'leftovers', unless the teacher took pity on him and let him work alone. Beyond those fortunate days, he only knew groups of friends outcast by a smaller size requirement, delinquents who decided to attend class that day, and other disinterested losers such as himself. Expectations low, he sidled off to the side, avoiding as many paths as possible, waiting for his fellow leftovers to be kicked out to the curb, his face still frumpy at the mere thought of 'groups'.

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

White noise seemed to pack the space between Shouichi's ears, as he froze up completely. Flash photography and glinting lenses dazzled his round eyes. He'd lost his mother in the crowd...

Shifting awkwardly, sweat beading all over him, he suddenly became more conscious of the way his white T-shirt stretched over his round body while his mud colored slacks bit into his waist. His uneven hair dangled as bowed his head, school bag hanging from his shoulder. Already he was regretting everything. Normally he'd be sleeping so he could catch War:Zero tonight while it aired, but 'I can't miss the first day' he reasoned to himself.

I just want to leave...

Hunter x Hunter: 108 Stars of Destiny

Fumi

Name: Fumi

Race: Human

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Appearance: Hailing from the desert, Fumi has caramel colored skin and dark auburn locks of hair, curled into something of a mane around her head. Her face is freckled, her green eyes wide, and her ears pierced with light green, metallic colored earrings. Her figure is thin and breasts practically nonexistent. While she normally likes a variety of clothing styles, for the exam she's offered for a light green T-shirt with a kind of cute lizard mascot, a denim skirt, and a baggy black sweatjacket that's often tied around her waist.

Personality

• Strengths: Affectionate, loyal, generous
• Weaknesses: Wrothful, insolent
• Motive: Wants to find a lost sibling.
• Morals: Refuses to abandon a child in need.

Biography: Fumi left her parent's world when she was six. They would leave the world when she returned six years later. She choked the life out of them with her bare fingers, one at a time. It was only fitting. Her father was a typical working man, good with his hands. Built houses. Came from a broken home and built another one by knocking up a local girl before either of them were ready. Societal norms forced them together, and they thought they could make it work. But times were tough for everyone, let alone a couple of teens. The Kulph Desert was ever expanding, and Pontiph resisted growth, stagnating as those at the top were more concerned with deepening their pockets, poverty rate increasing as their towers grew. Pontiph became a den for resentment, but while most looked up at those towers, Fumi's parents, who had only themselves to blame, came to resent the product of their mistakes. Her actions were too often met with verbal assault, while acting out was met with a hand as firm as iron. Fumi couldn't win by their laws, so she left to make her own.

Fumi found none to support her; by her own choice. Though she couldn't put it into words, she had a conceptual understanding of power. Her parents had only been able to treat her that way because they'd been in a position of power over her. So she avoided authority: police, social workers, teachers, most adults... they too had power over her. But she didn't want to seek her lessers either. She found her peers: street rats. Children with no one else to turn to. Initially, they rebuked her: it was a fearful and competitive field, but Fumi picked up on the potential. The fastest way to a heart was a stomach, so she stole. And after extending a hand full of bread, she found a following, forming a gang of her new brothers and sisters. They wouldn't live by any laws but her own. One: brothers and sisters above all else; asking for help from or siblings is expected and encouraged. Two: you can always deny a request for help. Three: as long as the first two rules are met, you have absolute freedom.

Fumi lived by example, helping her Siblinghood as much as possible, and setting a few unwritten rules in the process, like an aversion to anything that would incriminate the whole group. But seemingly at the whims of her siblings, she fought, stole, bartered, built, destroyed, some even say she killed. Though she claimed their group had no true leader, anyone looking in could tell it was otherwise.

But children had to grow. Years passed with The Siblinghood serving as a minor crime group in Pontif, taking in any downtrodden without those they could truly call family. As Fumi reached adulthood, and they brought in brothers and sisters even older than her, The Siblinghood was no longer a band of children. Despite their criminal acts, their reputation for being receptive to the whims of children would never stop being their core philosophy.

But no person or group is unstoppable. Fumi's wroth meant that those who crossed her would see little remorse, so turf wars were not incentivized. But in her greatest failure, she lost one of her little siblings. He just vanished, and no one had any idea where. Months of searching and nothing turned up. She'd had losses before, but none so baffling. It consumed her. It ruined her. She'd faced her failures, but none that had refused to give her a way to respond. She had to find him, no matter what. And if there was one thing she knew, it was that a Hunter could find anything. After months of preparing, well, The Siblinghood was made to function without a true leader, and it would survive her absence as she made her goal the Hunter Exam.

Abilities: From years of running around the desert city in her large crime ring of small criminals, Fumi has well rounded physical capabilities, having notable agility, endurance, and strength, built from treating the buildings as a jungle gym. Her fingers in particular are both stunningly strong and deft: capable of breaking wood with her grip and smashing softer stones or bending some metals, while also being capable of pulling of the occasional slight of hand. Though she's no charlatan, she's got some skill at pick pocketing and lock picking. Beyond that, she has a fairly good intuition with people and a hefty dose of street smarts, though she won't be writing any dissertations any time soon.

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

I would love to join and this would be my first RP so I might need some help

and I know nothing about My Hero Academia

@RinOkumara

Well, to briefly explain My Hero Academia, the majority of people on the planet are born with 'Quirks', which are superpowers (like, 80% of people have them if I recall). As such, superheroing is something that requires training and licencing by schools and associations (vigilantism exists but it is largely frowned upon). As explained in the OP, your character would be someone with a Quirk who entered or was entered into an institute intended for outcasts unable to apply to more well known establishments (partly explained here). You might want to snoop around the wikia, at least the page that explains Quirks and gives examples, so you know where to start. Also consider reading the sheets posted in the OOC for a few example characters.

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

Shouichi

[NAME]

Shouichi Sakihata

[GENDER]

Male

[AGE]

15

[PERSONALITY]

Shou doesn't like to speak. Not because he has nothing to say: on the contrary, he could go for hours if it was on a favorite topic of his. But rather, because he doesn't, he's something of a stuttering mess when he does speak, even as derision is more likely to stay his tongue than shyness. His mind is a place of bitterness, where he guesses and second guesses his place and those around him, paranoia often guiding his actions and words.

[BACKSTORY]

Hot blooded cries for victory, metal fists bashing against each other, fires of passion burning red: Shou didn't have a clue what was going on, but the pure spirit and heart captured in the last episode of a classic mech show rerun affected Shou deeply, even when he had no context to go on. To say it changed his life wouldn't be an understatement: he'd always liked anime and manga, but in comparison, it just seemed like kid's stuff after his revelation. But as he tried to share his love, the fourth grade Shouichi was without luck. His father was always getting ready for work or too exhausted from it, his mother had a placid reaction to just about everything, and his older brother was utterly disinterested, focused on his studies. Such a boring, normal family: it was hard to imagine they all had Quirks. But in trying to introduce his classmates to his newfound interest, he was similarly rebuked. But even though he had no one to connect with, he couldn't simply stop enjoying it. The internet served as an outlet, allowing him even more exposure to the world he'd discovered, finding fans, other series... As he engrossed himself in that sphere, he was starting to find the idea of school and friends a bit overrated.

As he entered middle school, his days were spent merely wondering when he could back home, and when he was home, Shou would stay up late into the night on his computer. When his mother because impatient with his lack of interest as the two of them ate their dinner in the otherwise empty house (husband working, brother off to college), she simply started taking meals to him. And as Shou realized a strict, daily attendance wasn't mandatory as long as he kept his grades up (something he found all too easy at his local public school), and left his room even less frequently. For him it was bliss: all the media right at his fingertips, food delivered right to his door. He didn't even see her any more unless he was going to school, often timing his bathroom breaks to avoid her.

Then, as Shou entered his final year of middle school, his father pushed his way in, making a change. To Shou, it came from nowhere: had his seclusion actually bothered his parents that much? But he wasn't allowed room to argue as he was stripped of his access to their funds directly and cut off from his mother's cooking. No longer could he buy games digitally or order anime or manga: he was only allowed cash, given a bit more to account for food. "No shipping costs," his dad reasoned, adding that it was pointless for his mother to slave over home cooked meals she couldn't see be enjoyed. It was heavy handed, but Shou was too stubborn to let this affect him. He was still going to school, so forcing himself to interact with people wasn't an issue, and buying convenience store food was more of a plus in his eyes since he was no longer restricted to any schedule. Now, his nights involved trips out to spend some of his allowance, his room quickly became even more cluttered with garbage from instant meals and snacks.

It was a game, and he was winning. Never mind that he'd manipulated his schedule to avoid his parents, fearing their judging eyes. Ignore that he spent most of school past homeroom eating in bathroom stalls or sleeping in the nurse's office. Put aside the 30 pounds he gained from eating junk food unchecked. His habits were more than enough for him to get by. He could live like this forever...

Continued in Sample Post.

[QUIRK]

Blink - A limited teleportation Quirk, Shou is able to teleport a short distance in an instant, no more than five meters, and anything beyond three is pushing his embarrassing endurance to its limits. A Blink is accompanied by a light 'jerk', and the slight pops of displaced air, both as he creates a small vacuum where he once stood and as displaces the air where he appears. The 'jerk' is the light kinetic force that results from pulling himself through space, and serves as his limitations (as in, if he's up against something stronger than that force, he could be in trouble). Anything 'grabbing' him, like clothing or another person, will come along for the ride, unless the force is not that great. A leaf laying on his head has no grip, thus will hang over empty air once he's gone. Something heavy laying down on him, or someone with their hand around their throat, will no doubt come along as well. Though in some situations this might be desirable, the added weight adds strain to every Blink, regardless of whether he wants to bring it along or not. As for the point of his arrival, that light force also determines if the teleportation will be successful. Air, water, or other light fluids will be displaced around him as he appears because they are light enough to be pushed aside. This even goes for light solids like mud or leaves, but something like packed dirt or stone is to tough for him to Blink into. As a general rule of thumb, if a normal person can't run a hand through it, he can't Blink into it. And should he try, he won't appear within it, instead only going as far as the surface, bounced back as if he'd walked straight into it. Moving to the other side of something is well within his capabilities though, but if he can't see the other side he might be in for a surprise. Due to Shou's endurance, he can only teleport every ten seconds or so without getting overly winded. Rapid successions might leave him collapsed on the ground gasping for air.

In theory, further practice will not only decrease the cooldown time, but increase his range and force as well. If it is possible to change his orientation (for example, vanishing while facing one direction and appearing while facing another) then he has yet to display this potential.

[SKILLS]

Otaku Aficionado – Shou knows his way back and forth the internet domains of nerd cultures, having great depth in some very specific fields of knowledge. His general computer usage skills might lead to him finding more general information, software, or programs faster than most others on average,
That's It – Really.

[SAMPLE POST]

Letting out a stiff yawn, Shouichi double clicked an icon, a game title screen popping up after a few moments. He beamed in pride, taking in the altered art for a few moments, having 100%ed it just earlier today. He didn't want to play right now, he just wanted to bask. After the title song finally wound down, he closed the application, before eyeing a folder on his desktop: a show he'd already watched half of, and his heart stirred as he imagined knocking out the rest of it once he awoke.

Turning off his monitor, he slipped off his chair, knocking aside a few loose food packages, before flopping onto his futon. Pulling his dakimura closer, he let the warmth encompass him. Closing his eyes, he'd never been more fulfil-

BANG BANG BANG

Hopping up, he gasped, "Wh-wh-wh-wh-what?"

The door crawled open, each creak sending a pang of fear into his heart. Looking up, he saw his father looking down at him, nose crinkling at the barrage of scents he'd no doubt just encountered. He spoke, but his voice was...blurry? Was that even possible?

"You're up early this morning: for school I hope?" he asked. Shou didn't have the energy to disappoint him. "I wanted to talk about your high school choices. You won't have to worry, I've enrolled you to an institution..." He seemed to sense Shou's fatigue. "...It's headed by a Hero named Tumble." Shou's head rocked back and forth, wobbling with his consciousness. The man let out a sigh of defeat, saying, "I'll brief you later then. Good night."

As the door closed, Shou flopped down, eyes fluttering shut, a few words passing through his brain. School... Institution... Tumble... Tumble the Hero? Very funny, Shou wasn't Hero material by a longshot. But if he were...to be sent to...

Shou shot up like a rocket. "Ehhhh?" he shuddered fearfully, sweat beading on his forehead. He gripped his body pillow tighter, which was the least heroic thing he could possibly imagine anyone doing...

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

Shouichi

[NAME]

Shouichi Sakihata

[GENDER]

Male

[AGE]

15

[PERSONALITY]

Shou doesn't like to speak. Not because he has nothing to say: on the contrary, he could go for hours if it was on a favorite topic of his. But rather, because he doesn't, he's something of a stuttering mess when he does speak, even as derision is more likely to stay his tongue than shyness. His mind is a place of bitterness, where he guesses and second guesses his place and those around him, paranoia often guiding his actions and words.

[BACKSTORY]

Hot blooded cries for victory, metal fists bashing against each other, fires of passion burning red: Shou didn't have a clue what was going on, but the pure spirit and heart captured in the last episode of a classic mech show rerun affected Shou deeply, even when he had no context to go on. To say it changed his life wouldn't be an understatement: he'd always liked anime and manga, but in comparison, it just seemed like kid's stuff after his revelation. But as he tried to share his love, the fourth grade Shouichi was without luck. His father was always getting ready for work or too exhausted from it, his mother had a placid reaction to just about everything, and his older brother was utterly disinterested, focused on his studies. Such a boring, normal family: it was hard to imagine they all had Quirks. But in trying to introduce his classmates to his newfound interest, he was similarly rebuked. But even though he had no one to connect with, he couldn't simply stop enjoying it. The internet served as an outlet, allowing him even more exposure to the world he'd discovered, finding fans, other series... As he engrossed himself in that sphere, he was starting to find the idea of school and friends a bit overrated.

As he entered middle school, his days were spent merely wondering when he could back home, and when he was home, Shou would stay up late into the night on his computer. When his mother because impatient with his lack of interest as the two of them ate their dinner in the otherwise empty house (husband working, brother off to college), she simply started taking meals to him. And as Shou realized a strict, daily attendance wasn't mandatory as long as he kept his grades up (something he found all too easy at his local public school), and left his room even less frequently. For him it was bliss: all the media right at his fingertips, food delivered right to his door. He didn't even see her any more unless he was going to school, often timing his bathroom breaks to avoid her.

Then, as Shou entered his final year of middle school, his father pushed his way in, making a change. To Shou, it came from nowhere: had his seclusion actually bothered his parents that much? But he wasn't allowed room to argue as he was stripped of his access to their funds directly and cut off from his mother's cooking. No longer could he buy games digitally or order anime or manga: he was only allowed cash, given a bit more to account for food. "No shipping costs," his dad reasoned, adding that it was pointless for his mother to slave over home cooked meals she couldn't see be enjoyed. It was heavy handed, but Shou was too stubborn to let this affect him. He was still going to school, so forcing himself to interact with people wasn't an issue, and buying convenience store food was more of a plus in his eyes since he was no longer restricted to any schedule. Now, his nights involved trips out to spend some of his allowance, his room quickly became even more cluttered with garbage from instant meals and snacks.

It was a game, and he was winning. Never mind that he'd manipulated his schedule to avoid his parents, fearing their judging eyes. Ignore that he spent most of school past homeroom eating in bathroom stalls or sleeping in the nurse's office. Put aside the 30 pounds he gained from eating junk food unchecked. His habits were more than enough for him to get by. He could live like this forever...

Continued in Sample Post.

[QUIRK]

Blink - A limited teleportation Quirk, Shou is able to teleport a short distance in an instant, no more than five meters, and anything beyond three is pushing his embarrassing endurance to its limits. A Blink is accompanied by a light 'jerk', and the slight pops of displaced air, both as he creates a small vacuum where he once stood and as displaces the air where he appears. The 'jerk' is the light kinetic force that results from pulling himself through space, and serves as his limitations (as in, if he's up against something stronger than that force, he could be in trouble). Anything 'grabbing' him, like clothing or another person, will come along for the ride, unless the force is not that great. A leaf laying on his head has no grip, thus will hang over empty air once he's gone. Something heavy laying down on him, or someone with their hand around their throat, will no doubt come along as well. Though in some situations this might be desirable, the added weight adds strain to every Blink, regardless of whether he wants to bring it along or not. As for the point of his arrival, that light force also determines if the teleportation will be successful. Air, water, or other light fluids will be displaced around him as he appears because they are light enough to be pushed aside. This even goes for light solids like mud or leaves, but something like packed dirt or stone is to tough for him to Blink into. As a general rule of thumb, if a normal person can't run a hand through it, he can't Blink into it. And should he try, he won't appear within it, instead only going as far as the surface, bounced back as if he'd walked straight into it. Moving to the other side of something is well within his capabilities though, but if he can't see the other side he might be in for a surprise. Due to Shou's endurance, he can only teleport every ten seconds or so without getting overly winded. Rapid successions might leave him collapsed on the ground gasping for air.

In theory, further practice will not only decrease the cooldown time, but his range and force as well. If it is possible to change his orientation (for example, vanishing while facing one direction and appearing while facing another) then he has yet to display this potential.

[SKILLS]

Otaku Aficionado – Shou knows his way back and forth the internet domains of nerd cultures, having great depth in some very specific fields of knowledge. His general computer usage skills might lead to him finding more general information, software, or programs faster than most others on average,
That's It – Really.

[SAMPLE POST]

Letting out a stiff yawn, Shouichi double clicked an icon, a game title screen popping up after a few moments. He beamed in pride, taking in the altered art for a few moments, having 100%ed it just earlier today. He didn't want to play right now, he just wanted to bask. After the title song finally wound down, he closed the application, before eyeing a folder on his desktop: a show he'd already watched half of, and his heart stirred as he imagined knocking out the rest of it once he awoke.

Turning off his monitor, he slipped off his chair, knocking aside a few loose food packages, before flopping onto his futon. Pulling his dakimura closer, he let the warmth encompass him. Closing his eyes, he'd never been more fulfil-

BANG BANG BANG

Hopping up, he gasped, "Wh-wh-wh-wh-what?"

The door crawled open, each creak sending a pang of fear into his heart. Looking up, he saw his father looking down at him, nose crinkling at the barrage of scents he'd no doubt just encountered. He spoke, but his voice was...blurry? Was that even possible?

"You're up early this morning: for school I hope?" he asked. Shou didn't have the energy to disappoint him. "I wanted to talk about your high school choices. You won't have to worry, I've enrolled you to an institution..." He seemed to sense Shou's fatigue. "...It's headed by a Hero named Tumble." Shou's head rocked back and forth, wobbling with his consciousness. The man let out a sigh of defeat, saying, "I'll brief you later then. Good night."

As the door closed, Shou flopped down, eyes fluttering shut, a few words passing through his brain. School... Institution... Tumble... Tumble the Hero? Very funny, Shou wasn't Hero material by a longshot. But if he were...to be sent to...

Shou shot up like a rocket. "Ehhhh?" he shuddered fearfully, sweat beading on his forehead. He gripped his body pillow tighter, which was the least heroic thing he could possibly imagine anyone doing...

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

I'll go with Western order for simplicity then.

As for the agency, I have more than enough information for now, much appreciated!