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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.
Appearance:
Name:
Chisato "Chi" Yuuki
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Hero/Villain Name:
Elixir
Quirk Name:
Holy Blood
Quirk Type:
Emitter
Quirk Description:
Chisato's father had the ability to accelerate the healing process by touching the target, while Chisato's mother had a Quirk that let her control how quickly the blood in her body circulated. These two Quirks came together to create what Chi had now. In the simplest of terms, Chi has blood that can accelerate the healing process of whatever comes into contact with it (or if the target were to ingest it). While he can manipulate how much blood can come out of his body, once it leaves his body, he had no control over it. His blood is an interesting neon blue color which helps differentiate his own blood when tending to someone else. The major drawbacks of this Quirk is that expelling too much blood at one time can lead to Chisato losing consciousness or even worse. Because his body acts like a container for his Holy Blood, Chisato is immune to the effects of his own blood, which makes him prone to illness and injury. Even when he's getting blood to help someone else, the cut or puncture wound he inflicts will not automatically heal and instead would take hours before it started clotting.
Inventory & Possessions:
Chi always has on him a pocket knife, a syringe, a pack of strawberry mint flavored bubblegum to keep him from falling asleep, and a random snack for similar reasons.
Sample Post:
(this takes a week before our current time)
Chisato was never the type of person to exert himself anymore than he had to. In gym class, he was usually exempt because of his condition, or in the middle of classes, no one would fault him for falling asleep after helping out the school nurse with a patient. He wasn't the epitome of laziness, far from it, but there were few things that would get him running out of class and sprinting all the way back home without a word.
His mother.
Something...something happened. His father wouldn't elaborate in the text message, but Chi knew that he had to be there. He ran through other people's yards, passed oncoming traffic and even went through little stores that would shorten how long it took to get back home. Tears pricked his silvery blue eyes as his pink hoodie fell back on his shoulders, revealing a messy mop of strawberry pinkish blond hair. He probably looked like a madman, but none of that mattered right now.
His mother!
As he got close and closer to his rather large home, the ringing of sirens and flashes of red and yellow assaulted Chisato's already waning senses. The sight before him was...something he never thought he'd have to witness.
There were cars everywhere, stopping to see what was going on.
An ambulance and several police cars, their sirens still ringing with purpose.
His father kneeling on the ground, hands desperately glowing the familiar green he'd come to familiarize himself with.
And lastly, what he zeroed in on...
His mother...
Her skin was red, the blood underneath boiling against her unprepared skin. Her eyes wide as tears of blood rolled down the apple of her cheeks and onto the floor like a stream. Her body twitching and shaking from how fast her blood was circulating through her body...Chi could've sworn he could hear her heart beating from where he was; it being the only thing he could hear, and she being the only thing his mind could process.
He took a step step forward, then another, then another, before he was finally in front of his mother and beside his father. No one said anything, at least, not that Chisato could hear any of it. But now that he was close, the image of what was once his mother was burned into his mind. Her skin was melting from being unable to handle the heat radiating inside of her. And while the now traumatized boy didn't hesitate to slice his forearm and try to give her some of his blood, he was stopped by his father as well as the ambulance as they were trying to take what was left of her into the car.
Chisato didn't realize he was fighting back, screaming, reaching out for the one that brought him into this world. He could barely feel his fathers tighten grasp on him, nor the tears streaming down his face. It was all too much at once. Why wouldn't they let him go with her, why was he even here? He could've done so...so much more.
He wanted her.
He wanted his mother back.
Name:
Chisato "Chi" Yuuki
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Hero/Villain Name:
Elixir
Quirk Name:
Holy Blood
Quirk Type:
Emitter
Quirk Description:
Chisato's father had the ability to accelerate the healing process by touching the target, while Chisato's mother had a Quirk that let her control how quickly the blood in her body circulated. These two Quirks came together to create what Chi had now. In the simplest of terms, Chi has blood that can accelerate the healing process of whatever comes into contact with it (or if the target were to ingest it). While he can manipulate how much blood can come out of his body, once it leaves his body, he had no control over it. His blood is an interesting neon blue color which helps differentiate his own blood when tending to someone else. The major drawbacks of this Quirk is that expelling too much blood at one time can lead to Chisato losing consciousness or even worse. Because his body acts like a container for his Holy Blood, Chisato is immune to the effects of his own blood, which makes him prone to illness and injury. Even when he's getting blood to help someone else, the cut or puncture wound he inflicts will not automatically heal and instead would take hours before it started clotting.
Inventory & Possessions:
Chi always has on him a pocket knife, a syringe, a pack of strawberry mint flavored bubblegum to keep him from falling asleep, and a random snack for similar reasons.
Sample Post:
(this takes a week before our current time)
Chisato was never the type of person to exert himself anymore than he had to. In gym class, he was usually exempt because of his condition, or in the middle of classes, no one would fault him for falling asleep after helping out the school nurse with a patient. He wasn't the epitome of laziness, far from it, but there were few things that would get him running out of class and sprinting all the way back home without a word.
His mother.
Something...something happened. His father wouldn't elaborate in the text message, but Chi knew that he had to be there. He ran through other people's yards, passed oncoming traffic and even went through little stores that would shorten how long it took to get back home. Tears pricked his silvery blue eyes as his pink hoodie fell back on his shoulders, revealing a messy mop of strawberry pinkish blond hair. He probably looked like a madman, but none of that mattered right now.
His mother!
As he got close and closer to his rather large home, the ringing of sirens and flashes of red and yellow assaulted Chisato's already waning senses. The sight before him was...something he never thought he'd have to witness.
There were cars everywhere, stopping to see what was going on.
An ambulance and several police cars, their sirens still ringing with purpose.
His father kneeling on the ground, hands desperately glowing the familiar green he'd come to familiarize himself with.
And lastly, what he zeroed in on...
His mother...
Her skin was red, the blood underneath boiling against her unprepared skin. Her eyes wide as tears of blood rolled down the apple of her cheeks and onto the floor like a stream. Her body twitching and shaking from how fast her blood was circulating through her body...Chi could've sworn he could hear her heart beating from where he was; it being the only thing he could hear, and she being the only thing his mind could process.
He took a step step forward, then another, then another, before he was finally in front of his mother and beside his father. No one said anything, at least, not that Chisato could hear any of it. But now that he was close, the image of what was once his mother was burned into his mind. Her skin was melting from being unable to handle the heat radiating inside of her. And while the now traumatized boy didn't hesitate to slice his forearm and try to give her some of his blood, he was stopped by his father as well as the ambulance as they were trying to take what was left of her into the car.
Chisato didn't realize he was fighting back, screaming, reaching out for the one that brought him into this world. He could barely feel his fathers tighten grasp on him, nor the tears streaming down his face. It was all too much at once. Why wouldn't they let him go with her, why was he even here? He could've done so...so much more.
He wanted her.
He wanted his mother back.
