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Okay, he's my first attempt, let me know if there's anything i should fix! Also apologies in advance if there are any typos ^^"
Appearance: Physical and Costumed Appearance
Regular Appearance (clothing-wise)
Standing at a small 5 feet, Breeze is normally mistaken for a child, weight fluctuating depending on her Quirk. Messy green hair is barely held back back a ribbon and some pins, while similar colored eyes are almost always downcast. Body tends to be mostly covered.
Name: Breeze Porfirio
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Hero/Villain Name: Arsenal
Quirk Name: Living Armory
Quirk Type: Transformation
Quirk Description: Breeze's Quirk, Living Armory, gives Breeze the ability to store objects of any shape or kind inside of her body, so long as they aren't bigger than her body. For example, if she were to store a knife, she'd push the weapon into her forearm and allow it to sink into her body. Once she's done so, a tattoo of said item will appear where she placed it, in this case her forearm. She can store as many things as she wants inside of her so long as there's space on her skin; no overlapping of tattoos. The weight of each object Breeze puts inside of her is the same, so the more stuff she has in her, the heavier she gets. The properties of said items are still there, so things like metal detectors will go off on her tattoos. And if a tattoo were to get cut or anything of the sort, said item will morph into her skin, causing excruciating pain and maybe even deadly consequences depending on the item and where it's located.
Inventory & Possessions: Breeze tries not to use her Quirk unless she really needs to use it, so she often carries around a little messenger bag which carries her phone, a roll of gauze, a few pieces of peppermint candy, and a blanket she can cover herself with in case she needs to hide her tattoos. She also has spare pins for her hair on her person at all times.
Sample Post:
Regular Appearance (clothing-wise)
Standing at a small 5 feet, Breeze is normally mistaken for a child, weight fluctuating depending on her Quirk. Messy green hair is barely held back back a ribbon and some pins, while similar colored eyes are almost always downcast. Body tends to be mostly covered.
Name: Breeze Porfirio
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Hero/Villain Name: Arsenal
Quirk Name: Living Armory
Quirk Type: Transformation
Quirk Description: Breeze's Quirk, Living Armory, gives Breeze the ability to store objects of any shape or kind inside of her body, so long as they aren't bigger than her body. For example, if she were to store a knife, she'd push the weapon into her forearm and allow it to sink into her body. Once she's done so, a tattoo of said item will appear where she placed it, in this case her forearm. She can store as many things as she wants inside of her so long as there's space on her skin; no overlapping of tattoos. The weight of each object Breeze puts inside of her is the same, so the more stuff she has in her, the heavier she gets. The properties of said items are still there, so things like metal detectors will go off on her tattoos. And if a tattoo were to get cut or anything of the sort, said item will morph into her skin, causing excruciating pain and maybe even deadly consequences depending on the item and where it's located.
Inventory & Possessions: Breeze tries not to use her Quirk unless she really needs to use it, so she often carries around a little messenger bag which carries her phone, a roll of gauze, a few pieces of peppermint candy, and a blanket she can cover herself with in case she needs to hide her tattoos. She also has spare pins for her hair on her person at all times.
Sample Post:
"No, you were a beat off. Do it again." The much larger man frowned as he watched his daughter slump to the ground, wooden knife clattered on the dull mat underneath her. Sweat rolled down the black lines etched into Breeze's skin, the girl simply trying to catch her breath. She wasn't sure how long she'd been at it, but judging by how red and slightly bruised her hand was, it'd been hours. He'd probably force her to do a few more drills with all this stuff inside of her before giving up on her for the night, going to bed, and leaving her own mind to torment her actions; it was always like that. But today felt like it'd be different, in the worst way possible.
"Hey, are you even listening to me? I let you have a little break and you can't even listen?" Breeze looked up from where she sat on her knees, staring up at her father with a distant fear. The type of fear she could never escape. "You'll be attending U.J. tomorrow. I expect you to be nothing but on your best behavior. I expect being no less than the top three in your class."
"B-But Father, I only ju--" Before she had the chance to finish, a wooden sword came down on her, Breeze having no choice but to react like she was taught. Breeze flattened to the ground, hair flopping around in the process, as she reach for her fallen knife and countered, using the momentum of her parry to pull herself into a standing position. "Wh-What if they're s-scary?"
"You worry about such pointless things. I've said my expectations, and you know what'll happen if you don't do as I say." Lowering the sword after successfully being stopped, the green haired man sighed, shaking his head. "The things I'd do to have a Quirk like yours. And you can't even do this one thing for me?" Aiming directly at Breeze, the man chuckled the wooden blade at her, said girl deflect with ease despite her eyes staring directly at the floor. She waited in bated breathe for he father to leave, and once he did, the girl slumped back down to the matted floor, tears already down her face.
Why couldn't she do anything right? It wasn't like she wanted to go this school anyways. If anything, she'd rather stay home and avoid people who were clearly better than her. She already had enough people she was often compared to as is...
"Wh-Why can't I d-do anything right..." She hissed as she hid her tattoo infested face into her hands.
"Hey, are you even listening to me? I let you have a little break and you can't even listen?" Breeze looked up from where she sat on her knees, staring up at her father with a distant fear. The type of fear she could never escape. "You'll be attending U.J. tomorrow. I expect you to be nothing but on your best behavior. I expect being no less than the top three in your class."
"B-But Father, I only ju--" Before she had the chance to finish, a wooden sword came down on her, Breeze having no choice but to react like she was taught. Breeze flattened to the ground, hair flopping around in the process, as she reach for her fallen knife and countered, using the momentum of her parry to pull herself into a standing position. "Wh-What if they're s-scary?"
"You worry about such pointless things. I've said my expectations, and you know what'll happen if you don't do as I say." Lowering the sword after successfully being stopped, the green haired man sighed, shaking his head. "The things I'd do to have a Quirk like yours. And you can't even do this one thing for me?" Aiming directly at Breeze, the man chuckled the wooden blade at her, said girl deflect with ease despite her eyes staring directly at the floor. She waited in bated breathe for he father to leave, and once he did, the girl slumped back down to the matted floor, tears already down her face.
Why couldn't she do anything right? It wasn't like she wanted to go this school anyways. If anything, she'd rather stay home and avoid people who were clearly better than her. She already had enough people she was often compared to as is...
"Wh-Why can't I d-do anything right..." She hissed as she hid her tattoo infested face into her hands.
