I’m getting something…!

Noboru Yamamoto, the hottest boy at Warakuma High, is walking down the hallway to his next class. As he walks by a pair of girls, he bumps into one of their shoulders and he spins around to apologize. But as he does so, Noboru keeps moving in the direction he was heading, and he ends walks into a carpenter carrying a copious amount of paint. When they collide, the paint spills all over him, the carpenter, the hall, and the girls!

“Maddie! Did you see something?” Sato exclaimed, putting her hands on Maddie’s shoulders to grab her attention.

The thicker girl shook her head, eyes wide. “I have to go find Noboru Yamamoto, quickly!” And dragging Sato behind him, the boy flew off down the halls in his pink heels, light purple fur scarf fluttering behind him as she and Sato made their ways over to the hall she saw in her vision.

Barely keeping up, Sato shouted from behind Maddie. “What’s wrong?! What’s going to happen to that hottie?” They soon slowed down and when they stopped, Sato fingered the hem of her baby blue dress, as one of the teachers, Mr. Tanaka, had stopped Maddie and her dead in their tracks.

“Why were you running in the halls, Maddison Harvester?!” The old man interrogated, spittle flying from his mouth. Maddie took a step back towards Sato with a grimace. She whispered something to Sato, who nodded in response. Just as Mr. Tanaka took a breath between sentences, Sato jolted forwards, pulled down his pants and ran past him.

Mr. Tanaka took a moment to figure out what had happened and, once he pulled his pants back up, ran after Sato the opposite direction to where Maddie was headed. “You go girl!” She shouted after them, before jogging towards where Noboru was about to get into a sticky situation! It didn’t take long before she found herself with another obstacle, though, as a troupe of AV geeks had crashed in the middle of the hall before where Noboru was. Two large TVs (and accompanying carts) where lying on the floor, broken. The nerds scrambled to gather glasses and broken bits, and for Maddie, there seemed to be no obvious route through the mess. She huffed a breath out before sprinting past the nerds and leaping over the wreck, landing with a stumble. Her mission was still saving Noboru from that paint!

Just as she picked up pace again, Sato and Mr. Tanaka ran past her at a high speed, Mr. Tanaka’s pants fluttering in the wind from Sato’s hand. Maddie giggled to herself at the scene before rushing down the hall to where she saw the scene take place. Fortunately, her eyes had not deceived her, and she saw Noboru approaching from the emergency exit. A group of men at the other end of the hall were hauling paint, and she then knew that this was the place. She ran over to Noboru, grabbing his shoulder, and tried to explain the situation. “Noboru! This sounds crazy, but don’t go down this hall!”

“Don’t be weird, Maddie.” Noboru brushed her off, tossing the football in his hand to the other and brushing his varsity jacket off where she had touched him. He kept walking down the hall, and when Maddie saw those two girls approaching them, she knew she had to take some kind of action. So without thinking, she ran after the boy, and just as he bumped into the girl’s side, Maddie leaped onto Noboru. But instead of avoiding the carpenter like she’d hoped they would, they crashed straight into him, and the paint cans he was carrying went flying into the air.

After all the cans clanged to the floor, Maddie pushed herself up from Noboru, and observed the damage. Paint was splattered over the girls, it coated her back, and it basically covered the carpenter man. But by some miracle, Noboru got out of it with little more than some smears on his face and the bottom of his jeans. Just as she cracked a smile over how she’d save the #1 Hottie of Warakuma, she heard a piercing shout. “MADDISON HARVESTER!!” She stood up to see the principal, Mrs. Akiyama, rushing towards her. Maddie knew exactly what was going to happen as the short and stout woman grabbed her by the ear and pulled her away towards her office. “You’re in for a lot of trouble, miss!”

But just before she was pulled out of view, Maddie shouted, “CALL ME, NOBORU!”

Name: Eika Munashii
Gender: F
Age: 17
Appearance:
Arcana: The Tower
Personality:
On surface, Eika is straight-to-the-point blunt about "expirations". To her, nothing lasts. Everything is always changing, things are realized too late, and it's hard to keep anything "stable". But...it's fine. She's convinced that she doesn't need people anymore at this point. She does fine without them.

She's not painfully boastful, but she isn't afraid to point out her superiority when she can. She isn't loud, but she doesn't think most people capable of what they set out to do if they don't look the part and she'll express it on the second it's mentioned. She's the person that won't take warnings for granted and will go head-first, sense last into a problem. Brute force can be her go-to method as she prides her strength, but on those rare, light occasions, she might actually be able to wisen up and change tactics if things go on long enough.

...Or she'll just keep bashing the problem with a (metaphorical/literal) hammer until things smooth over. But she can be coerced into decent conversation -- she likes hearing about struggles! No, not in that sadistic way. In that way of how people try to claw their way from the lowest of hope and fight until their heart gives up for some impossible goal- okay this is sounding sadistic.

Equipment/Skills:
- Weapon: An oversized hammer. Probably about as big as she is. How she hides it? ...Don't question it.
- Armor: The school uniform on top, and gauntlets on her arms and legs to keep her braced when she swings that menacing aforementioned weapon. Also has shoes with extra "stick", so she won't slip easily.
- Skills: Quite strong for her size, so she can wield her hammer easier. She can shrug off minor wounds and (very few) other wounds through pure force of mind that "they don't matter". Might have a slight adrenaline addiction.

Background:
"Please take her back in."

Those words again.

Time and time again. From the age of three as her parents died on an airplane ride back home, Eika Munashii stayed in that orphanage. It was like a broken record. Hell. She wanted to tell the woman to stop talking and just get out. This same old story was just a migraine at this point.

Adopted out. Returned like a product with a defect. Why the hell did she need to bother with them?

Decent family. Nice people. Usually a caring older couple or one unable to have kids.

Tossed back to that orphanage. Because there was always something "wrong" with her.

That was fine. She didn't need them. She only needed herself.

Yes, her childhood was a bunch of ins and outs from one household to another. Nobody seemed to be able to keep caring for her after three months or more, resulting in more than a boxful of adoption papers. All were good families...she just didn't fit. So she stayed in that orphanage, but it got...tiring. Having to go back to the same place like a lost puppy, laughed at by the ones that knew her every time she came back...She wanted her own place. So...Eika got a job. If she wanted to get out, she could do it on her own, and she would prove it. And she worked harder than she should to earn enough money. As she grew, she argued down her employers to give her the increase in money she needed, and she took on more hours at night because she was...simply better at doing everyone's job.

And look. That worked.

Ages 12-15, she focused on how much an apartment would cost instead of making friends. There was no point in relying on them when she had other things to do. From a clueless kid trying to get out of the place she'd come to dread, she learned to support herself by her own desire. Instead of having to be dumped on another family, she made herself better. And it felt...better. Being able to be strong enough to do the manual labor of her job for extra cash, or learning something new that nobody else seemed to know well or at all. She rebuilt herself up from being some hopeless kid stuck waiting for someone to come and take her home.

Age 16, with some help from the kind people running the orphanage, she managed to buy a small but affordable apartment in the town of Warakuma, her birthplace. The name lies within the owner of the orphanage, but she's still good to live in it. She didn't know many other people her age that actually worked to earn their home. And it made her develop a slight complex. Being able to say, "YEP. I did this. Think you can? Probably not!" Which was true. Not all kids started at a job at 12 and worked their way up and kept at it until they had a home. She had her accomplishments and she didn't need anyone else to work up to them. That's the way it worked and that's how she got used to it. She did was she was better at than everyone else, and it got her what she needed.

Apartment. Check.

Official documentation. Check.

Obvious capacity to be independent? Check.

Now. For attending high school without getting man-handling half of the school populace.

...Pending.

Persona: Shiva, The Destroyer
Appearance: Hey Sexy.
Abilities:
Brutal Slash
Heatwave
Bufu
Dekaja