Ryik

Pokemon: Chronicles

Troy

Hearing a Munchlax start laughing beside him, Troy focused his attention on the girl sitting next to him, who had been here before him. There were quite a few students around, so she hadn't initially caught his attention at first, but upon closer inspection, her attire stood out like a sore thumb.

Now, Troy is someone who can appreciate a lax dress code. In fact, he isn't a prude; his classmates could come to school butt-naked for all he cared, so long as they didn't get touchy with him. Still, he was surprised that a teacher hadn't forced the girl to change her clothes considering her tank top was in tatters with multiple prominent holes in them while her shorts appeared to be a subject of debate among theoretical physicists. Maybe it was the lab coat proudly proclaiming her a scientist of paintball fights that gave her a pass?

In any case, with the two other girls arriving and subsequently tripping over each other, that made three people who keep their pokemon out of their pokeball. The Munchlax was a new arrival, but coming out unprompted like this implies its trainer wouldn't mind anyway. In Troy's mind, it was pointless, but looking around, it seemed he was in the minority, with almost as many pokemon about as there were students. There were even pokemon on stage with the faculty. Maybe it was a matter of pageantry? The PMA does teach pokemon coordinators after all, but that would only explain one half of the equation.

A Magnemite, a Combee, a Rockruff, and a Munchlax. He supposes he should exclude the first three since they are fast enough to take a jog with, but Munchlax? Literally as slow as Shuckle, and unlike Shuckle, far too heavy to carry. Does she return it to its pokeball every time she goes somewhere just to bring it back out when she arrives?

Maybe he was thinking too deeply on this. Still, there is no logistical reason to keep pokemon out of their pokeball. However, if he did reveal his Shuckle, other trainers might target him, since Shuckle is a pokemon with obvious weaknesses. In the worst case, it could make finding someone to train against much harder, which was Troy's first priority now that his father wasn't around. Whether not respecting a Shuckle's capabilities or thinking a Shuckle's taunt-vulnerability is representative of all Shuckle can do, it would be bad if others regarded Shuckle as too weak to be worthwhile to train with. He would have to prove Shuckle's worth first before flaunting Shuckle if he wanted the best results and the widest options for training. Failing that, he would have to round out his team with another pokemon first.

Back to reality, Troy just noticed that the girl next to him is wearing bear slippers and a severed teddy bear head as a necklace. There really is absolutely no dress code, huh.

Anyway, seeing as how she's the only one (out of two people) sitting down next to Troy who has a pokemon that can't learn taunt, she'd probably be the best candidate to try training with. Problem is, she's asleep, and it's hard to imagine being friendly with someone who just disturbed your sleep, context be damned.

Troy eyes her Munchlax.

Initially, Troy thinks of getting Munchlax to wake her up himself, but quickly realizes how easily that could go wrong. Instead, Troy pulls out some pokemon food and places it gingerly on the seat between himself and the sleeping girl in order to coax Munchlax to him. If nothing else, he can get friendly with her pokemon, and the rest should follow suit.

Munchlax's soft fur is the farthest thing from Troy's mind right now. Not even thinking about it a little bit, nope, no sirree.
@ogobrogo

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Pokemon: Chronicles

Troy

It was almost eerie, returning to an old routine long forgotten. Still, once the crisp morning air washed itself over Troy, it felt like he had never left Nimbasa City. Well, not quite, since keeping your pokemon out of your pokeball seems to be quite popular on campus, but Troy didn't have time to take in the sights with Shuckle since the opening ceremony was starting soon.

Not long after finding his seat, a Rockruff came up to him and began nuzzling him, grinding the sharp rocks on its neck into Troy's leg. It was absolutely adorable.

“Oh Rocky no...”
“I-I-I’m really sorry about him...”
“Um... this is Rocky, and um... I-I-I’m Tim...”

Tim quickly scooped up Rocky, for which Troy mentally cursed Tim, as if willing him to suddenly disappear so Rocky could continue. Troy didn't let this show on his face, but that isn't saying much since he was frowning beforehand anyway. He calmly responds, "It's fine, I don't mind." Supposing that he should be polite to Rocky's owner Tim, Troy reciprocates Tim's introduction in spite of the nametags. "My name is Troy."

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Pokemon: Chronicles

Troy

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Troy Caecilius

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Theme: "Selenium Forest" | Aspiring Battle Legend | 16 Years Old | ♂

Appearance:

Troy's serious glare pierces through all, as if seeing right through everyone and everything, looking straight towards a future outside of the perspective of anyone except maybe himself. His eyes seem to glow with a golden shine, standing out from his dull gray-black hair and almost entirely monochrome wardrobe. Although he isn't gargantuan, his above-average height coupled with his excessively serious demeanor is enough to give off an imposing presence to some of his peers, not that his perpetually disapproving frown does anything to allay such misgivings.

Background:

Troy was born and raised in Unova's Nimbasa city, though once he graduated from elementary school, he never stayed in one place for long, traveling the world alongside his parents. The Caecilius family owns one of the largest multinational power corporations in the world, making extensive use of pokemon to meet electricity demands. Though legally sound, some activists believe this to be exploitative, so Troy's father is often busy managing the company. This is why, throughout the first decade of his life, Troy was primarily raised by his mother, sometimes not seeing his father for months at a time. It could be said that Troy hardly knew his father, which is why it was so jarring having him around when he turned 10 and became a pokemon trainer. His father insisted that he be the one to teach Troy how to raise his pokemon "properly".

Troy was offered a selection of pokemon by his father, mainly consisting of the species used in the power plants of their company, each recently hatched from an egg. The first pokemon Troy ever owned was a Shinx, which Troy wanted to name Sparkles, but the name was promptly vetoed. Troy's father insisted he shouldn't give his pokemon nicknames. After that, he subjected Troy and his Shinx to rigorous training against his own, far stronger pokemon. They were to do their best, then afterwards Troy would be educated on all the areas he went wrong, while Shinx would be healed up and expected to keep going without rest, only stopping for food and bathroom breaks. Troy had his father's knowledge drilled into him thoroughly, but at the end of the day, his Shinx still took a beating without making any progress in battle. The gap between his young Shinx and the highly trained pokemon of his father was just too wide, and Troy felt there was nothing he could do. When Troy asked his father to tone down the training, his father acquiesced by stopping training altogether. He explained that it was no longer needed, once Troy got down the basics. The training was mainly for Troy anyway, since Shinx would be useless, no matter what. When Troy asked him what he meant, his father simply pointed out his Shinx's innate qualities and what it would take to improve them. Frankly, it would be easier to start over from scratch with a Shinx more suitable for a Luxray's role in battles, able to take advantage of stronger abilities and see better results from battles due to a more suitable personality, without the need for expensive supplements, years of battle experience or intensive training from a specialist. His father said that, if he continued to use his current Shinx, he would be at a disadvantage against almost any other Shinx, even if the amount of training they received were equal.

While Troy was pondering this, his father brought out another Shinx and offered it to Troy. It was also recently hatched from an egg and even younger than Troy's Shinx, and was described as being trained in a similar manner. In spite of this, his father touted it as superior to his Shinx in every way. Troy rejected the offer, so his father challenged him to a pokemon battle, Shinx against Shinx. Not only did Troy lose, he was crushed. It was the same feeling of helplessness that he got from trying to fight his father's typical, highly-trained pokemon team.

Troy couldn't accept it at first, so he came up with excuses for himself. "Sparkles was just tired after the training." "I must have made a mistake." "Maybe I need to consider Sparkles' morale." He approached the problem from various angles and rematched his father repeatedly over several weeks. Although he came close several times, even his moments of success seemed to taunt him. Here and there, the two Shinx would employ the exact same strategies or attacks. Here and there, his Shinx would gain the upper hand, and yet his Shinx, who arguably underwent more training, always struggled to compete or produce the same results, even when his father praised his execution as flawless.

During an eventual drought of challenges, Troy went to check up on his Shinx and play with it. To his shame, it took him almost an hour to realize that the Shinx he was petting and playing with wasn't Sparkles. It was the same Shinx he wasn't able to beat, obliviously ignorant as it lied on Troy's lap.

He pushed it off.

Troy stormed towards his father and demanded an explanation. His father calmly replied that he had put the Shinx unsuited for battle to work in one of their nearby power plants. Troy demanded Sparkles back, so his father took him to the plant in question and told Troy of its identification number. Troy ran ahead, and after searching, finally came to find the Shinx pen, where they were kept while not working. He called out to Sparkles, but none of the Shinx responded, seeming to ignore him while playing with each other. He checked with a staff member and confirmed that his Shinx was in the pen, so he resolved to check each of their collars one by one until he could find the identification number he was looking for. About ten minutes in, his father came in, leaned up against the wall and silently watched him. By the time Troy found Sparkles, it had been almost an hour. The reason it was taking so long, Troy realized, is because Sparkles was avoiding him. When he found him, it was in one of the conjoined rest areas, almost hiding from Troy. It was obvious at this point, but Troy asked anyway, because he needed to hear it directly. "Sparkles, will you join me? I want to be a pokemon trainer, and I know my dad's training is tough, but we can train differently, and I'd be there for you every step of the way. Please?"

Sparkles refused.

Sparkles hated battling. Comparatively, it much preferred to work at the power plant with the other Shinx. As soon as Troy understood that, it left Troy behind and blended in with the other Shinx. Troy doesn't know he long he sat there, staring at nothing, but it felt like hours. Eventually Troy's father dragged him out of there as they went back home, not even saying goodbye to Sparkles.

Troy rejected his father's Shinx, but ultimately could not deny his father's lessons. Not every pokemon is cut out for battle. Nicknames? Friendship? It's better for everyone in the end if pokemon are treated like tools.

Troy's father taught Troy to identify what makes a pokemon better than its peers, and as time passed, Troy eventually chose more pokemon for himself, staying away from pokemon his father offered but getting his father's approval of those he chose all the same. He had been doing intermediary schooling and his freshman year of high school at home, though that changed when his father decided to enroll him in the PMA. Troy and his mother settled down once more in the Marvalo region, and the distance between Troy and his father returned, just like during Troy's childhood.

Personality:

Troy, initially, seems cold and calculating. He's a perfectionist to a neurotic degree and believes the best way to raise pokemon is to treat them like tools. He screens all of his pokemon to ensure they have high potential, and refuses to raise pokemon otherwise, for fear of a repeat of his first pokemon. He will adamantly refuse to nickname pokemon, and will even reject rare and powerful pokemon if they don't meet his standards. Despite all of that, he spends a lot of time carrying his pokemon around or snuggling with them, and has a huge bias towards cute pokemon. Troy subscribes to the idea that pokemon trainers should try to win with their favorites, and while he's not opposed to using other pokemon, he isn't satisfied winning with them.

He might seem egotistical to a degree, but he's quick to admit his failures. His specificity with his pokemon causes him to believe that any failures in battle are either all his fault, or caused by a gap in training, which would be due to not having enough time to train, and still partially his fault for not making enough time.

Socially speaking, Troy is excessively serious and speaks bluntly, but he's a pretty relaxed person most of the time. He's not the type to approach others without a reason, but once he gets to know someone he will seek out their company all the same. He seldom smiles, though he isn't without a sense of humor, and his face will light up if you get him to talk about his pokemon.

What are some ways you would like to affect the story:

There's the obvious point of grinding Troy's ideology against that of other characters, though I would not like Troy to lose against a less experienced trainer due to a dice roll, since that will lead Troy to the conclusion that he hasn't been training enough, that he's an incompetent trainer, or that the battle had little to do with skill. Those outcomes are fine under extenuating circumstances (which I can put him under) or if the character in question takes battles somewhat seriously, but no Ash Ketchum syndrome please. What I want him to lose against are trainers who would qualify for affection bonuses, while still training a somewhat similar amount to him, (which will vary depending on the RP) slowly teaching him that friendship with pokemon matters.

On the topic of grinding Troy's ideology against that of others, it also goes both ways, since he doesn't just train the "strongest" pokemon species. Meeting those who reject his choice in pokemon anyway or those that group him with those people could lead to interesting character interactions and development. I would like to avoid Troy ending up as an antisocial lone-wolf type.

Beyond that, I think it would be hilarious for Troy to meet and maybe catch a legendary or even legendaries, (mainly less powerful ones) test them out, then reject them when he realizes they have flaws. He could also do the same with a cute mythical pokemon and struggle to reject it because of its cuteness, though this scenario is more suited for actually keeping it. I think Jirachi goes best with Troy.

Troy's Pokemon

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Shuckle

Shuckle

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^{♂ ◼ Impish | Relentless | Cute ◼ Sturdy}

A Shuckle with a simple, innocent mindset. Follows orders subserviently because he wants to make Troy happy, and stops at nothing to accomplish things once he sets his mind to it. Somewhat mischievous if given the opportunity.

Pokemon: Chronicles

Troy Caecilius

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Troy Caecilius

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Theme: "Selenium Forest" | Aspiring Battle Legend | 16 Years Old | ♂

Appearance:

Troy's serious glare pierces through all, as if seeing right through everyone and everything, looking straight towards a future outside of the perspective of anyone except maybe himself. His eyes seem to glow with a golden shine, standing out from his dull gray-black hair and almost entirely monochrome wardrobe. Although he isn't gargantuan, his above-average height coupled with his excessively serious demeanor is enough to give off an imposing presence to some of his peers, not that his perpetually disapproving frown does anything to allay such misgivings.

Background:

Troy was born and raised in Unova's Nimbasa city, though once he graduated from elementary school, he never stayed in one place for long, traveling the world alongside his parents. The Caecilius family owns one of the largest multinational power corporations in the world, making extensive use of pokemon to meet electricity demands. Though legally sound, some activists believe this to be exploitative, so Troy's father is often busy managing the company. This is why, throughout the first decade of his life, Troy was primarily raised by his mother, sometimes not seeing his father for months at a time. It could be said that Troy hardly knew his father, which is why it was so jarring having him around when he turned 10 and became a pokemon trainer. His father insisted that he be the one to teach Troy how to raise his pokemon "properly".

Troy was offered a selection of pokemon by his father, mainly consisting of the species used in the power plants of their company, each recently hatched from an egg. The first pokemon Troy ever owned was a Shinx, which Troy wanted to name Sparkles, but the name was promptly vetoed. Troy's father insisted he shouldn't give his pokemon nicknames. After that, he subjected Troy and his Shinx to rigorous training against his own, far stronger pokemon. They were to do their best, then afterwards Troy would be educated on all the areas he went wrong, while Shinx would be healed up and expected to keep going without rest, only stopping for food and bathroom breaks. Troy had his father's knowledge drilled into him thoroughly, but at the end of the day, his Shinx still took a beating without making any progress in battle. The gap between his young Shinx and the highly trained pokemon of his father was just too wide, and Troy felt there was nothing he could do. When Troy asked his father to tone down the training, his father acquiesced by stopping training altogether. He explained that it was no longer needed, once Troy got down the basics. The training was mainly for Troy anyway, since Shinx would be useless, no matter what. When Troy asked him what he meant, his father simply pointed out his Shinx's innate qualities and what it would take to improve them. Frankly, it would be easier to start over from scratch with a Shinx more suitable for a Luxray's role in battles, able to take advantage of stronger abilities and see better results from battles due to a more suitable personality, without the need for expensive supplements, years of battle experience or intensive training from a specialist. His father said that, if he continued to use his current Shinx, he would be at a disadvantage against almost any other Shinx, even if the amount of training they received were equal.

While Troy was pondering this, his father brought out another Shinx and offered it to Troy. It was also recently hatched from an egg and even younger than Troy's Shinx, and was described as being trained in a similar manner. In spite of this, his father touted it as superior to his Shinx in every way. Troy rejected the offer, so his father challenged him to a pokemon battle, Shinx against Shinx. Not only did Troy lose, he was crushed. It was the same feeling of helplessness that he got from trying to fight his father's typical, highly-trained pokemon team.

Troy couldn't accept it at first, so he came up with excuses for himself. "Sparkles was just tired after the training." "I must have made a mistake." "Maybe I need to consider Sparkles' morale." He approached the problem from various angles and rematched his father repeatedly over several weeks. Although he came close several times, even his moments of success seemed to taunt him. Here and there, the two Shinx would employ the exact same strategies or attacks. Here and there, his Shinx would gain the upper hand, and yet his Shinx, who arguably underwent more training, always struggled to compete or produce the same results, even when his father praised his execution as flawless.

During an eventual drought of challenges, Troy went to check up on his Shinx and play with it. To his shame, it took him almost an hour to realize that the Shinx he was petting and playing with wasn't Sparkles. It was the same Shinx he wasn't able to beat, obliviously ignorant as it lied on Troy's lap.

He pushed it off.

Troy stormed towards his father and demanded an explanation. His father calmly replied that he had put the Shinx unsuited for battle to work in one of their nearby power plants. Troy demanded Sparkles back, so his father took him to the plant in question and told Troy of its identification number. Troy ran ahead, and after searching, finally came to find the Shinx pen, where they were kept while not working. He called out to Sparkles, but none of the Shinx responded, seeming to ignore him while playing with each other. He checked with a staff member and confirmed that his Shinx was in the pen, so he resolved to check each of their collars one by one until he could find the identification number he was looking for. About ten minutes in, his father came in, leaned up against the wall and silently watched him. By the time Troy found Sparkles, it had been almost an hour. The reason it was taking so long, Troy realized, is because Sparkles was avoiding him. When he found him, it was in one of the conjoined rest areas, almost hiding from Troy. It was obvious at this point, but Troy asked anyway, because he needed to hear it directly. "Sparkles, will you join me? I want to be a pokemon trainer, and I know my dad's training is tough, but we can train differently, and I'd be there for you every step of the way. Please?"

Sparkles refused.

Sparkles hated battling. Comparatively, it much preferred to work at the power plant with the other Shinx. As soon as Troy understood that, it left Troy behind and blended in with the other Shinx. Troy doesn't know he long he sat there, staring at nothing, but it felt like hours. Eventually Troy's father dragged him out of there as they went back home, not even saying goodbye to Sparkles.

Troy rejected his father's Shinx, but ultimately could not deny his father's lessons. Not every pokemon is cut out for battle. Nicknames? Friendship? It's better for everyone in the end if pokemon are treated like tools.

Troy's father taught Troy to identify what makes a pokemon better than its peers, and as time passed, Troy eventually chose more pokemon for himself, staying away from pokemon his father offered but getting his father's approval of those he chose all the same. He had been doing intermediary schooling and his freshman year of high school at home, though that changed when his father decided to enroll him in the PMA. Troy and his mother settled down once more in the Marvalo region, and the distance between Troy and his father returned, just like during Troy's childhood.

Personality:

Troy, initially, seems cold and calculating. He's a perfectionist to a neurotic degree and believes the best way to raise pokemon is to treat them like tools. He screens all of his pokemon to ensure they have high potential, and refuses to raise pokemon otherwise, for fear of a repeat of his first pokemon. He will adamantly refuse to nickname pokemon, and will even reject rare and powerful pokemon if they don't meet his standards. Despite all of that, he spends a lot of time carrying his pokemon around or snuggling with them, and has a huge bias towards cute pokemon. Troy subscribes to the idea that pokemon trainers should try to win with their favorites, and while he's not opposed to using other pokemon, he isn't satisfied winning with them.

He might seem egotistical to a degree, but he's quick to admit his failures. His specificity with his pokemon causes him to believe that any failures in battle are either all his fault, or caused by a gap in training, which would be due to not having enough time to train, and still partially his fault for not making enough time.

Socially speaking, Troy is excessively serious and speaks bluntly, but he's a pretty relaxed person most of the time. He's not the type to approach others without a reason, but once he gets to know someone he will seek out their company all the same. He seldom smiles, though he isn't without a sense of humor, and his face will light up if you get him to talk about his pokemon.

What are some ways you would like to affect the story:

There's the obvious point of grinding Troy's ideology against that of other characters, though I would not like Troy to lose against a less experienced trainer due to a dice roll, since that will lead Troy to the conclusion that he hasn't been training enough, that he's an incompetent trainer, or that the battle had little to do with skill. Those outcomes are fine under extenuating circumstances (which I can put him under) or if the character in question takes battles somewhat seriously, but no Ash Ketchum syndrome please. What I want him to lose against are trainers who would qualify for affection bonuses, while still training a somewhat similar amount to him, (which will vary depending on the RP) slowly teaching him that friendship with pokemon matters.

On the topic of grinding Troy's ideology against that of others, it also goes both ways, since he doesn't just train the "strongest" pokemon species. Meeting those who reject his choice in pokemon anyway or those that group him with those people could lead to interesting character interactions and development. I would like to avoid Troy ending up as an antisocial lone-wolf type.

Beyond that, I think it would be hilarious for Troy to meet and maybe catch a legendary or even legendaries, (mainly less powerful ones) test them out, then reject them when he realizes they have flaws. He could also do the same with a cute mythical pokemon and struggle to reject it because of its cuteness, though this scenario is more suited for actually keeping it. I think Jirachi goes best with Troy.

Troy's Pokemon

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Shuckle

Shuckle

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^{♂ ◼ Impish | Relentless | Cute ◼ Sturdy}

A Shuckle with a simple, innocent mindset. Follows orders subserviently because he wants to make Troy happy, and stops at nothing to accomplish things once he sets his mind to it. Somewhat mischievous if given the opportunity.

Edit: I swear the op had a two pokemon limit. Removed the second pokemon.

MHA: Bot Ten Heroes!

Kaison

"Well, I matched my name to my quirk... which, well- kind of obvious." The snapper on her tail made a biting chomp to make the sound. "So I was thinking... Venus Fly Snaps!" She kind of made a 'Sailor Moon' pose on one leg, her sleeves still hiding her 'hands'

@ShwiggityShwah

You can't help but laugh, pleasantly amused. "Hahaha. That's so cute!" From every angle, Venus Fly Snaps is a perfect hero name. It's suitable to her and her quirk without being plain or dull, and it's memorably catchy.

"My name is Amelia, but you can call me Amy. What's your quirk? Maybe I can help." She said, talking fast and trying to be helpful.

@ShwiggityShwah

"I'm Kaison, and my quirk is Animation." To demonstrate, you reach into your pocket and bring out a folded-up piece of paper. After straightening it out, a picture of a butterfly is revealed. It's one of your more detailed drawings made in an attempt to pass off as a real (albeit monochrome) butterfly. It promptly begins to lift itself off of the paper and take off, coming to flutter about above Amy. "My quirk lets me animate my drawings in both meanings of the word. A name like 'Animator' would be a bit too on-the-nose, wouldn't you say?" The butterfly eventually comes down to land peacefully on Amy's shoulder.

MHA: Bot Ten Heroes!

Kaison
You woke up at the break of dawn with what felt like pure espresso running through your veins. You felt jittery all throughout your morning routine, as if you were in a race against time and didn't just wake up two whole fucking hours before school starts. You don’t typically wake up quite this early, but you couldn’t go back to sleep if you tried. You wouldn't describe yourself as excited, nor nervous, but both are pretty accurate descriptors when you get right down to it. It's like they've cancelled each other out and left you with just a looming amorphous anticipation of things to come. When you leave extremely early for school, the explanation to yourself you settle on is that you're merely doing so on a whim. Whim or not, The crisp morning air does a lot to help clear your head, so you certainly don't regret it.

You eventually come to sit on a bench in front of New Heights. Even now, there's still an hour before school starts, so you decide to whip out your sketchbook and go over the drawings you prepared. You've thought about this for a long time, and it’s going to be difficult to have your sketchbook on you at all times, so perhaps you should start carrying some drawings around with you. Maybe it's not going to be relevant during school life, but it'll probably be good to get in the habit of keeping them on your person. Like every prepared student, you brought in some basic school supplies, and your dad understandably went a bit overboard with paper. Because of this, you have plenty of materials to transfer drawings onto and subsequently stow away within your clothing. You prepared several drawings in advance, some of animals, some of fictional characters, some of real people, and some of helpful everyday objects, such as explosives or limb-sized sentient chinese finger traps. You spend quite a while moving them onto loose paper before carefully folding them up and placing them into your various pockets. It takes quite a while, though you suppose the time-consuming part is animating them one by one. Still, putting a bunch of paper in your pockets isn’t exactly an elegant solution. You’ll have to think of a better way to carry them around in your hero outfit when you eventually get around to designing one. Or, at worst, you’ll have to design an outfit with a ton of pockets.

As you take stock of your drawings, you occasionally feel lacking for a particular obvious application of your quirk and stop to do a quick sketch. By the time you’re finally satisfied with your repertoire, you realize that other students have long since shown up and have recently started making their way towards class. You check the time and find that you should really get going already.

A quick trek through the forest behind the academy and you come to the East Track Field where you were told to meet. There are several students waiting here already, but when you realize there isn’t a teacher to be found anywhere, you can’t help but let out a quiet sigh. An hour early and yet the teacher seems to be running late. Not much to do then, you suppose. Expecting the teacher to show up momentarily, you begin staring absently at the clouds in the sky, wondering if you should try looking for your educators. Before long though, some of your classmates break you out of your reverie with a series of loud and unnecessary proclamations and/or roars. Well, as long as the teachers aren't here, you don't see why you shouldn't try to meet your classmates.

You walk up to the girl dressed in green, figuring you at least have something in common. "Excited to become a Hero? I can relate. What do you think your hero name would be? I've been having trouble coming up with mine."

@ShwiggityShwah

MHA: Bot Ten Heroes!

#33 - Kaison Locke

Name: Kaison Locke
Age: 14
Nationality: Canadian
Rank: 33
Appearance:
Personality: Adventurous, light-hearted and nonchalant, Kaison tends to not take things seriously, to the point of appearing distant or insensitive in serious situations. He has a flawless poker face in the form of an unfaltering smile and a stoic disposition hiding any troubles he may or may not have. Although he leans towards idealistic, he has a strong sense of responsibility, even if he otherwise seems frustratingly apathetic. Loves various forms of escapism.
Quirk: Animation
Type: Emitter
Effect: Kaison is capable of animating any drawing created using his blood. Even if drawn as two-dimensional, it will use whatever material it was drawn on to form the basis of a three-dimensional body with Kaison's specifications. Although it doesn't damage the material it originated from, If the material is not malleable enough, they will be unable to take shape properly, and the animation will fail, stopping partway. The sturdiest material Kaison can reliably animate on is Layered Card Stock. (Used in business cards or postcards) He's successfully animated cardboard before, but it tends to take a couple of tries, and the stiffer the material, the stiffer his creation, so the practicality is limited.

His creations are autonomous, though the nature of their behavior is decided entirely by Kaison during creation. This includes any personality, motivations, or potential for growth they have, should Kaison see fit to assign them. Once created, they cannot be altered, though they are able to revert back into a drawing if they are on identical material, and can be forced to do so by Kaison. Kaison is unable to alter the nature of pre-existing creations, only able to redraw missing parts and then reanimate them.

Kaison's creations are able to visually animate themselves regardless of how they were originally drawn, letting them physically move in ways Kaison did not explicitly design. However, they are not able to change the makeup of their body, meaning they can't shape-shift into paper planes and back, grow a tail, or do things their material isn't capable of. If a paper drawing was given wings, it could use those wings to fly. However, the same drawing on a thicker material like cardboard would fail to keep itself aloft. If a paper drawing tried to lift something too heavy for it to support, it would rip before it succeeds.

Kaison can impose limitations on a drawing during creation to prohibit them from attempting to exert more force on their body than they can handle, though since they can tell when an object is too heavy for them anyway, there's not much of a point. If one of Kaison's creations loses the majority of its body, it will revert into pieces of paper, and cannot be restored. (Although it can be replicated)

Kaison can only maintain a total of 10 creations. Were he to animate an eleventh before dismissing another, their body would form, but they'd remain an inanimate object. They cannot animate after the fact, but Kaison can return the body to a drawing and then reanimate it from there.
History: Kaison was born to a highly successful businessman and his beautiful wife. When Kaison was only two years old, his mother died giving birth to his younger brother. Consequently, his father developed depression and a drinking problem. Due to his young age, he was never familiar with his mother, and his relationship with his father has always been impersonal. His father threw himself upon his work, only to drink whenever he came home. Even so, his father was a drunkard; not neglectful, and he and his brother were generally raised by a series of babysitters and nannies. Their father never really made more time for them than necessary, so they had a lot of time, growing up, to just sit around and play games with each other. Although they had their fair share of video games, they spent most of their time on roleplaying games. Kaison had the same quirk as his mother, and being able to animate the action went a long way towards making storytelling more compelling. As the years passed and his father transitioned from drinking to dating, eventually just telling stories wasn't enough. Kaison wanted to write his own story, and what better story to write than one of a pro hero? The life of a pro hero is full to the brim of action and suspense, as fantastic a scenario as he could reasonably ask for, worthy of being recorded and proliferated...

Well, perhaps that’s just wishful thinking.

Regardless of what the future holds, he figures there's few better potential paths than New Heights.
Exam Report: Kaison sent out several animations to scout out and collect ribbons from the surrounding areas. He was able to cover a wide area and avoid confrontation with other students and robots this way, though little by little, his drawings would fail to come back, slowing his progress.

His end result is fairly average, though the loss of so many drawings so quickly was devastating. He hadn't made enough in advance, he believes, nor expect them to be taken out so quickly, thinking they could rely on stealth.

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Kaison

Name: Kaison Locke
Age: 14
Nationality: Canadian
Rank: 33
Appearance:
Personality: Adventurous, light-hearted and nonchalant, Kaison tends to not take things seriously, to the point of appearing distant or insensitive in serious situations. He has a flawless poker face in the form of an unfaltering smile and a stoic disposition hiding any troubles he may or may not have. Although he leans towards idealistic, he has a strong sense of responsibility, even if he otherwise seems frustratingly apathetic. Loves various forms of escapism.
Quirk: Animation
Type: Emitter
Effect: Kaison is capable of animating any drawing created using his blood. Even if drawn as two-dimensional, it will use whatever material it was drawn on to form the basis of a three-dimensional body with Kaison's specifications. Although it doesn't damage the material it originated from, If the material is not malleable enough, they will be unable to take shape properly, and the animation will fail, stopping partway. The sturdiest material Kaison can reliably animate on is Layered Card Stock. (Used in business cards or postcards) He's successfully animated cardboard before, but it tends to take a couple of tries, and the stiffer the material, the stiffer his creation, so the practicality is limited.

His creations are autonomous, though the nature of their behavior is decided entirely by Kaison during creation. This includes any personality, motivations, or potential for growth they have, should Kaison see fit to assign them. Once created, they cannot be altered, though they are able to revert back into a drawing if they are on identical material. Kaison is unable to alter the nature of pre-existing creations, only able to redraw missing parts and then reanimate them.

Kaison's creations are able to visually animate themselves regardless of how they were originally drawn, letting them physically move in ways Kaison did not explicitly design. However, they are not able to change the makeup of their body, meaning they can't shape-shift into paper planes and back, grow a tail, or do things their material isn't capable of. If a paper drawing was given wings, it could use those wings to fly. However, the same drawing on a thicker material like cardboard would fail to keep itself aloft. If a paper drawing tried to lift something too heavy for it to support, it would rip before it succeeds.

Kaison can impose limitations on a drawing during creation to prohibit them from attempting to exert more force on their body than they can handle, though since they can tell when an object is too heavy for them anyway, there's not much of a point. If one of Kaison's creations loses the majority of its body, it will revert into pieces of paper, and cannot be restored. (Although it can be replicated)
History: Kaison was born to a highly successful businessman and his beautiful wife. When Kaison was only two years old, his mother died giving birth to his younger brother. Consequently, his father developed depression and a drinking problem. Due to his young age, he was never familiar with his mother, and his relationship with his father has always been impersonal. His father threw himself upon his work, only to drink whenever he came home. Even so, his father was a drunkard; not neglectful, and he and his brother were generally raised by a series of babysitters and nannies. Their father never really made more time for them than necessary, so they had a lot of time, growing up, to just sit around and play games with each other. Although they had their fair share of video games, they spent most of their time on roleplaying games. Kaison had the same quirk as his mother, and being able to animate the action went a long way towards making storytelling more compelling. As the years passed and his father transitioned from drinking to dating, eventually just telling stories wasn't enough. Kaison wanted to write his own story, and what better story to write than one of a pro hero? The life of a pro hero is full to the brim of action and suspense, as fantastic a scenario as he could reasonably ask for, worthy of being recorded and proliferated...

Well, perhaps that’s just wishful thinking.

Regardless of what the future holds, he figures there's few better potential paths than New Heights.
Exam Report: Kaison sent out several animations to scout out and collect ribbons from the surrounding areas. He was able to cover a wide area and avoid confrontation with other students and robots this way, though little by little, his drawings would fail to come back, slowing his progress.

His end result is fairly average, though the loss of so many drawings so quickly was devastating. He hadn't made enough in advance, he believes, nor expect them to be taken out so quickly, thinking they could rely on stealth.

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Finally finished.

Ink

Name: Incurro II "Ink" Lysander
Age: 14
Nationality: Italian (Though his ethnicity does not match)
Rank: 43
Appearance:
Personality: Ink is pretty friendly, and for an introvert, he's pretty sociable too. Although he tends to avoid approaching others for no reason, he's the curious type, so he's open to trying new things and attempting to befriend others with similar interests. He's a bit of an idealist, eager to indulge in the hypothetical, but that's not to be confused with naivety, as he is slow to trust others.
Quirk: Cryptopsychology
Type: Emitter
Effect: Ink has a tattoo-like marking of an eye on his body. It can travel along his skin, albeit it's slow and highly sensitive to touch. Damage to the eye is very painful, and can cause Ink to pass out. Cutting the eye will cause anything created by Ink's quirk to melt back into black fluid, but Ink will be unable to move the eye or use his quirk while it is healing.

By focusing on a particular emotion, Ink will be able to see a creature representative of that emotion within the eye's pupil, possessing humanoid traits mixed with animalistic traits depending on the emotion. These traits are arranged somewhat haphazardly, and therefore the end result tends to look bizarre. His quirk is activated by squeezing his eye a bit, causing it to release a viscous black fluid which quickly takes the shape of the creature. Once it has finished taking shape, it will animate, and has complete autonomy. They will behave like wild animals, though their disposition is influenced by whatever emotion was used in their creation. They are also begrudgingly hesitant to harm Ink, as they will know by instinct what happens when his eye is harmed.

After creating one, Ink is unable to create an additional creature for a few hours afterward, though damage to his eye may restrict him further.

Ink has determined that Anger, Disgust, Fear, Joy, and Sadness correspond to Reptilian, Insectoid, Mammalian, Avian, and Floral traits, respectively. No matter what emotion is used in their creation, they possess an identifying eye marking somewhere on their body, though it is not sensitive like Ink's own marking. When the creature is slain, it will dissolve back into black fluid.

Ink has a number of theories of what his quirk should be able to do, but no matter how hard he tries, the creatures he creates never seem to act the way he wants them to.
History: He was named Incurro the second, after his father, and is referred to as Ink or Junior in his household. He was born in the USA, but moved to Italy at a young age. When asked why they moved, his father says it's because it's what his mother wanted, while his mother says it's because the Adriatic sea is haunted, as if that's a good thing. His mother is "The Occult Hero, Esoterica", and his father is a reformed villain who changes occupations frequently. Despite this, they've never failed to provide loving guidance as he grew up. From a young age, Ink thought his family wasn't normal, but it took quite a while for him to think he wasn't normal either.

The first time Ink had used his quirk was in pre-school, though it is also where he first developed a phobia of his quirk. after getting angry at a classmate, he accidentally created a crocodile of sorts, which bit their arm. His classmate broke a bone, but everyone else was unharmed while it was dealt with. He later learned how to dissolve the creatures his quirk created, but the pain involved in doing so certainly didn't help. For a while he thought he'd just learn to live without his quirk, but his mother insisted he should learn how to use his quirk. After the first few training sessions didn't go so well, he started to vehemently deny her, so all she could do was try to get Ink interested in his quirk the way she was. As Ink grew, so too did the creatures he could create. Although he didn't exactly use his quirk often, he did eventually learn how to gain a preview of the creature, and took to doodling them.

As "The Occult Hero", his mother had a fascination with the paranormal, and would constantly ask what Ink could see within his eye marking. She would even ask for a drawing sometimes, some of which are, to this day, framed on their wall, no matter how much Ink asks her to take them down. In spite of the way she went about it, Ink came to feel the same way. As products of the mind, his creatures were always changing, shaped by the nuance of his feelings and what his feelings were caused by. Even if he was scared of using his quirk, his morbid curiosity kept him coming back to look through the eye, earning him a reputation in elementary and middle school as that weird kid who keeps staring at his bizarre tattoo. When the object of your fascination is so close, one will of course want to see it as more than a simple image. As such, Ink eventually continued the training sessions he had with his parents when he was just a kid, and although he still didn't like them much, the caveats of his quirk weren't as big of a deal as they were when he was a kid. In a lot of ways, it was like getting over a fear of needles. He doesn't feel like he's made much progress, since his creations are always out of his control, but he's at least gotten used to the basics of using it.

As Ink started to hit puberty, his eighth-grader syndrome flared up, and he came to keep a collection of drawings in what he calls his Atramentomicon. At least, that's what it's labeled on the first page. If anyone asks, he'll just say it's a journal, which is technically true, since he tends to write about the feelings associated with each creature drawing. He believes it's of vital importance, since he tries (and fails) to use it to determine what specific physical traits correspond to what feelings, though realistically it just has a lot of sentimental value.

Because of his interest in it, his inability to competently use his quirk freely is very depressing to him, so even though he hasn't entirely decided if he wants to be a hero or not, he accepted his mother's suggestion to attend New Heights' hero course. If nothing else, he believes that coming to understand his quirk will make him a better zoologist or veterinarian, his other two favored options.
Exam Report: Ink, at the beginning of his exam, was wildly successful, as the exam didn't measure control at all. He unleashed a large, vicious quadruped with the traits of a bull. It would mow down robots and even attack other students while Ink followed it around at a safe distance, trying to stay out of its way and picking up ribbons in its wake. Unfortunately, keeping his distance from it meant people could sneak up on him and knock him out in one swift blow. Ink didn't catch sight of the person who knocked him out, nor was he sure how they knocked him out, but when he woke up, his eye had a small wound, possibly from falling onto rubble, and all of his ribbons were gone. Also, the exam had ended, putting him in the bottom ten.

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It's far from complete, as a few details are still pending PMs (and several other aspects are dependent on those details...) but I figure I might as well reserve the number now.

Ink

Name: Incurro II "Ink" Lysander
Hero Name: Pending
Age: 14
Nationality: Italian (Though his ethnicity does not match)
Rank: 41
Appearance:
Costume: Pending
Personality: Pending
Quirk: Pending
History: Pending
Exam Report: Pending

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