• Name: Hiro Valentine
• Age: 16
• Gender: Male
• Class: Linker
• Nationality: Japanese-American
• Appearance: The most notable feature on Hiro is perhaps a faded scar on his cheek. The auburn eyes and platinum locks are the signifying trait of his bloodline. Stands at roughly 177 cm (5'8 ft) in height and weighing across 138 pounds. Relatively lanky, always dressed at his prime. He takes his appearance from his father, usually always carries some sort of watch on his right arm, they are not incredibly expensive if anything they just are there for the appeal of having one.
• Bio: Kindness is taught on the home, benevolence is achieved through experience. Not many hearts are capable of placing benevolence at the helm, logic intercepts at times most crucial. This was a hard learned fact for Hiro. You see, there are gift which are handed at birth, others attained through hard work and labor, some even stolen. But to some extent, Hiro was all of these combined... Do you believe that people, no matter what the circumstances, return to being themselves in the long run? That no amount of change is permanent? There is not true answer to such, perhaps a belief shift a person's view, but not their personality. A crude soul is crude to its finest hour, a caring soul is caring no matter where they are placed. Hiro is a test subject for such, as the history is claimed through a new essence, a similar body, similar life, different world.
Hiro holds a connotation to many, it's a definition that comes with a lot of baggage. Some holding care and love, others resentment and jealousy. But the burden falls on the shoulders of a boy who cannot remember past a certain age. Names, dates, events slip through the crack of his fingers. Though his talents remain at its finest, like a fine blade with its edges dulled, it resembles a period where greatness once overtook on the shoulder of one who didn't claim it. Hiro was part of a terrible accident, which left him hospitalized for a time, throughout he suffered a terrible affliction, amnesia. Through such, Hiro developed to become someone different from who he was, someone foreign to the people around him. He was a top student, with good grades, yet a rather repulsive personality. Haughty, grandiose, holier than thou.
Yet if there was something that depicted him, is through such there was achievement, there was results. As a linker, he was rather prominent on his field. However, such was perhaps stolen and lost, by another man. One that now rest on the same shoulders, one that speaks when spoken to. A young man that questions his existence and carries a burden or maybe a gift. His hands are the one of Hiro, the Achiever and now, they are the hands of Hero, the Amnesiac.
• Armament: He utilizes a drone that if tethered with, aids in the healing abilities of Hiro. Gungnir is a drone that syncs into the user for maximum effectiveness, Hiro can cast from long range battle with such.
• Psychic Drive:
Tethering: this is his most prominent ability. He releases a coil of light that connects him to two other entities. As long as this connection isn't severed, he can provide a constant stream of power towards his allies, healing them continuously over time in the expense of his own stamina. Such can be also connected into a single point and shot through the Gungnir as a concentrated bolt to heal. The speed as to how it heals the targets depends on both the ability of the user, and the wound. He cannot regenerate lost limbs or even, completely restore a person to their 100%. However, this aids immensely as a means of sustainability.
• Extra:
He's terrible at talking to the opposite sex.
He has a soft spot for animals, particularly cats.
He doesn't really like to eats fast foods, but does it anyway out of bad habit.
He has a distant relationship with his family and former friends. This is due to his amnesia and a sense of regret.
Theme
• Sample Post:
"You should've done better."
Those are the last words he remembered before waking up in that room. The smell was heavy, and his body was limp. There wasn't any sort of pain, only a numbness that enveloped his arms and legs. To some extent even his torso. A lot of question came to mind, but none surface out of his throat. The beeping noise of the room is the only thing that kept him company in this silence. What happened? Certainly the answers would come to him soon, crawling back like a drunk leaving a bar, stumbling onto their feet. But there a certain static which embedded all memories in a blank space, there were many questions of course, but there was one which permeated and even enveloped the first in its natural essence. "Who am I?" Eye finally adjusting and a white room was all that was present, a lilac teasingly dressing the top of a cabinet, almost as if to bring subtlety to an obviously heavy atmosphere. The window was open, and the birds still chirped their songs through daylight. Serene, perhaps it all was... But the question continued to bubble up inside him, lifting his hand finally to witness the cord that at its edge was the syringe that fed him his nourishment. "What's... my name?"
He was hospitalized. This was certain to him, but the events were blurry, hazily slipping away with every minute detail. And this platinum haired child found himself forgetting, and more over, attempting to cling to such. Yet, such serenity displayed itself on his mien, perhaps he was unable to react, due to the sedatives, or perhaps something else afflicted him. He wondered for moments in silence about this, about everything in confusion. Time felt slow, he understood this feeling but it all felt as if nostalgia hit him infinitely. There was no source to place anything, and so this entity only understood that he was lost. That the landscape of his mind was like a dessert, and there seemed to be no oasis nearby. A door finally opened, and a young woman entered to free the curtains which shielded him from the magnifying amount of light. For a moment, his eyes could not sustain the light, but like before they adjusted to see a woman leap and leave in a hurry.
"W-wait!" His words hoarse and his voice desperate. Not long happened before a male came through, and started to make him go through a couple of test. Questions were asked, yet none were replied. When the man asked him if he remembered anything, the boy merely look at his feet. Before long, a huge hull of his history was presented before him. Who his parents were, where he lived, his name and his age. His achievements in school and his friends. Some came back relatively quickly, but others remained a fog. Like... he was a different person, he felt and saw things differently and all the people could tell him were traits of a man they knew, not who the man was. No one could answer that other than this boy. He looked at pictures and read up on logs, but... it was as if he was looking through someone else's looking glass. But, he was Hiro. That was his name, but ultimately.
The one that defines this face, and this history. Is not the Hiro who inhabits it now.
Those are the last words he remembered before waking up in that room. The smell was heavy, and his body was limp. There wasn't any sort of pain, only a numbness that enveloped his arms and legs. To some extent even his torso. A lot of question came to mind, but none surface out of his throat. The beeping noise of the room is the only thing that kept him company in this silence. What happened? Certainly the answers would come to him soon, crawling back like a drunk leaving a bar, stumbling onto their feet. But there a certain static which embedded all memories in a blank space, there were many questions of course, but there was one which permeated and even enveloped the first in its natural essence. "Who am I?" Eye finally adjusting and a white room was all that was present, a lilac teasingly dressing the top of a cabinet, almost as if to bring subtlety to an obviously heavy atmosphere. The window was open, and the birds still chirped their songs through daylight. Serene, perhaps it all was... But the question continued to bubble up inside him, lifting his hand finally to witness the cord that at its edge was the syringe that fed him his nourishment. "What's... my name?"
He was hospitalized. This was certain to him, but the events were blurry, hazily slipping away with every minute detail. And this platinum haired child found himself forgetting, and more over, attempting to cling to such. Yet, such serenity displayed itself on his mien, perhaps he was unable to react, due to the sedatives, or perhaps something else afflicted him. He wondered for moments in silence about this, about everything in confusion. Time felt slow, he understood this feeling but it all felt as if nostalgia hit him infinitely. There was no source to place anything, and so this entity only understood that he was lost. That the landscape of his mind was like a dessert, and there seemed to be no oasis nearby. A door finally opened, and a young woman entered to free the curtains which shielded him from the magnifying amount of light. For a moment, his eyes could not sustain the light, but like before they adjusted to see a woman leap and leave in a hurry.
"W-wait!" His words hoarse and his voice desperate. Not long happened before a male came through, and started to make him go through a couple of test. Questions were asked, yet none were replied. When the man asked him if he remembered anything, the boy merely look at his feet. Before long, a huge hull of his history was presented before him. Who his parents were, where he lived, his name and his age. His achievements in school and his friends. Some came back relatively quickly, but others remained a fog. Like... he was a different person, he felt and saw things differently and all the people could tell him were traits of a man they knew, not who the man was. No one could answer that other than this boy. He looked at pictures and read up on logs, but... it was as if he was looking through someone else's looking glass. But, he was Hiro. That was his name, but ultimately.
The one that defines this face, and this history. Is not the Hiro who inhabits it now.
