Name: Mr. Mercury (Merc to ladies and friends). Birth Name: Takahashi Tobei
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Personality: Arrogantly smooth, Merc delights in being the center of attention. It's not that he wants everyone watching everything he does so much as he loves them hanging on his every word. He's somewhat insufferable when bored since he'll eventually do something to amuse himself, like picking someone's pocket or flicking high-speed pebbles at cars. When not terribly bored or on the job, he's rather jovial, though he'll find some way to complement himself in most conversations.

Background: Born destitute, Takahashi Tobei lived his early years in a tenement that was eventually demolished to make room for some enterprising hero's agency. Granted, the place had long since been abandoned, but Tobei still took offense that anyone would destroy something he considered his. After the tenement, he mostly lived on the street. Occasionally, he'd talk some bleeding heart into giving him a bed and warm meal, but they'd only put up with him stealing their valuables once or twice before finally getting the cops involved.
As he approached adulthood, the man who would be Merc plied his trade as a confidence man and pickpocket, lying with a smile even as he cleaned people out. After a brief stint in prison for petty theft (luckily he'd managed to ditch the really expensive loot before the cops caught him), he decided that he was not going to let someone else stick him in some dirty box with some bum that wouldn't know a nice suit if a handsome conman strangled him with it. Well, not again anyway.
With this newfound resolve, Mr. Mercury has been sending out feelers to other like-minded individuals in preparation to spread his influence.

Aspiration: Merc desires the things power can bring, like money, authority, and prestige. He wants a life where his word is law and his wish is your command.
Strength & Weakness:
+ Quick Wit - The stickier the situation, the faster he comes up with a course of action.
- Tab at the Cleaner's - Will not tolerate filth ruining his suit and reacts violently to any such affront. Incidently, he considers bad-mouthing the suit verbal filth.

Quirk: Accelerate - Can cause touched objects to rapidly gain speed to drastically unsafe levels.
Skills/Talents:
Streetfighter - Dirty tricks, guns to knife fights, and old-fashioned fisticuffs.
Conman - A silver tongue, a sucker, and a full wallet make for a quick payout.
Sleight-of-hand - Nimble fingers can find their way into all sorts of places. Don't play cards with him.

Inventory:
Nice Suit - Pimpin' ain't easy. Don't get it dirty.
Arm Braces - Subtle framework that helps compensate for the shock of a human arm colliding with objects at high speed. Does not ruin the lines of the Nice Suit.

Name: Alina “Likhoradka” Volkov
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Appearance:


Petite and a little on the short-side, standing at only 5’ 4”, Alina often wears and coy and mischievous smile and will almost always be found holding or eating some kind of food. Due to a minor mutation Quirk, Alina’s teeth are not like human teeth, but are sharp and triangular like those of a shark.

Personality: On the surface Alina appears to be no different from the average teenage girl; bubbly and friendly, inquisitive and a little petulant at times, with a hint of teasing just for fun.

However, this is just a mask and a rather fragile one at that. Cruel, sadistic, disdainful, ruthless; under the thin veneer lays a monster in human skin.

Background: Alina was born in a small Russian town in the Kamchatka republic near the eastern coast. Her family was poor and they lived a meagre existence; they could afford few luxuries, and everyone had to work their share, though food was always available and they were happy with their lives for the most part. When Alina first developed her quirk it seemed like a curse more than anything. Her old teeth fell out and were replaced by sharp, shark-like ones instead and she was burdened with a voracious appetite that wouldn’t go away no matter how much she ate, even as her family was unable to cope with her increasing requests for more food.

The hunger was unbearable; the endless, maddening hunger. Alina began to waste away, the increased metabolism that came with the changes meaning that her body soon began cannibalising its own reserves to sustain itself. During the day rather than work as she used to she would wander around town in a stupor looking for something to eat, too weakened and too driven by hunger to do anything else. Her family couldn’t even spare someone to look after her in her time of need. In this state it wasn’t long before desperation caused her to discover the other parts of her quirk.

The first time she used her second mouth it was to snatch food, a burger, out of the hand of a passer-by, reacting on instinct and moving so quickly that neither she nor her victim really knew what happened as the strange appendage lashed out of its own accord; it felt so good to eat something substantial that she didn’t even notice that she had grabbed more than just the burger as the man ran away clutching his hand and trailing blood down the street

With her newfound abilities Alina found that she didn’t have to go hungry any longer. She could eat anything she wanted; anything alive at least, it was all in her reach. She started with wild animals; birds, squirrels, rats, even the occasional fox or rabbit that could be found in the woods on the edge of the town. It wasn’t long before peoples pets began to disappear.

She would disappear for hours at a time, her family was concerned but also preoccupied, and as she always seemed to come home safe and sound and she was no longer wasting away they gave her freedom; perhaps her Quirk had simply stabilised and the hunger was merely her bodies way of fuelling the changes going on inside her. Alina was happy and healthy and things were more or less back to normal.

It was perhaps only by chance that a vigilante found her; probably just passing through town, since someone like that wouldn’t be in her town just investigating some missing animals. Vigilante was the right word, or maybe bounty hunter, since you couldn’t call what he did for a living heroic. He found her one night in an alleyway, resting after her last meal with the remains of it still on her face. It was hard to explain away such a sight and the man didn’t seem willing to listen to her excuses anyway.

They found the pieces of him in the morning.

Alina decided it was time to move on after that; it wasn’t safe to stay after what had happened and her small town wouldn’t be able to satiate her hunger for long. She hoped that by moving somewhere larger and more populated she might find someplace more fun than her humdrum little Russian town; someplace with lots of delicious food to eat, with a thriving nightlife. She spent a couple of years travelling Russia, mostly moving south, before finally finding her way to Japan; someplace with a soft underbelly where the heroes are a little softer than those found in the Motherland.

Aspiration: Her goals are nothing too impressive; mostly she just wants to stay alive and keep trying new things, especially new foods. Since coming to Japan however she couldn’t help but notice that the heroes in this country seem a little… tame; not weak exactly, just soft, without the edge or the drive that she’d seen in the ‘heroes’ back home. It makes her want to play with them.
Strength & Weakness: Her hunger and her hunger.

Quirk: Gluttony – Alina possesses an extra appendage which is stored inside her mouth as part of a mutation Quirk that also gives her triangular, shark like teeth instead of normal human ones. This appendage can extend and retract rapidly, often faster than the eye can see, is roughly six feet in length when fully extended and ends in a second mouth 8 inches wide that can open a full 180 degrees. The second mouth can bite with enough force to splinter bone and cut flesh, allowing Alina to snap up whatever it is she wants to eat before it even realises she has set her sights on it.

Skills/Talents: Her time away from home, often spent with no money, nowhere to stay and no food, has taught Alina how to survive on the streets and make her own way in the world. She is a hardy individual, skilled at deception and with a keen eye.

Inventory: The clothes on her back.