[OOC] My Hero Academia: Another Story

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It’s been decades since the first Quirks appeared. Since then, just about 80% of world's population have some sort of superhuman ability. All over the globe, society has changed, and those changes required many adjustments. Many academies for heroes in training have thus appeared all over the globe such as, of course, U.A.’s Academy for Heroes in Japan.

Lately it’s come to enjoy even more spotlight due to the coming of All Might working as a teacher there. But less known to the people of Japan was U.A.’s prototype predecessor, one that All Might had created during his time in America. It was thus deemed U.J. Academy of San Francisco. Less than capable at any form of administration, the number one hero left U.J. to chosen personal before leaving the country. It may be an off-shoot compared to some other schools, but U.J grew to become one of the top hero schools of the nation. After all, who wouldn’t want to be part of the Number One Hero's own school and have a chance to aim for the very top?

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Introduction

Moving away from Japan, this RP will take place in the Academy of U.J. situated in a futuristic San Francisco, which was opened by none other than All Might himself before he left for Japan. This story will take place at about the beginning of the events of MHA, but said events will be mentioned only little to never.

This will mostly be an Academy Roleplay with focus on a progressive story that happens parallel to canon events. Players will be able to create young heroes that entered U.J and are on the path to master their Quirk and become Pro-Heroes - while others will incarnate as villains on a quest of their own which will bring them toe to toe with Heroes.

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Setting

Heroes:
Players who choose to be on the path to becoming a Pro-Hero will attend U.J and be assigned a Home Room Teacher. While training to master their Quirks and learning the ropes, they'll be thrown or caught in events that will require them to surpass themselves to live and overcome them. Only with the necessary will to march ever forward and learn can one become a Pro-Hero!

Villains:
Players who choose to be on the path of villainy will belong to a small branch of the League of Villains situated in San Francisco. Their main purpose is the destruction of all things All Might. This includes, and for now is the main focus, the destruction of U.J by one way or another. They'll be working under a leader who receives orders from the secretive main head of the League. These character roles will be limited, depending on the number of heroes we have.

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Rules

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• No Godmodding, Power Gaming, Metagaming and/or similar types of characters/behavior.
• Each player is allowed one character each for now. Only a certain number of villains will be allowed; ~ 1 for each 3 heroes.
• All characters require a CS to be approved.
• There will be no specific posting order. However, wait at least two turns before posting again to let others have fun as well.
• Discussion in the OOC: Fine. Criticism: Also Fine. Drama: Big No. Any form of prolonged arguments, straight up insults or continued behavior that sour the mood for others will see the GMs putting an end to it; either by solving the issue or straight up banning if it's been more than once.
• RPers who "sporadically" lose interest or leave without saying anything are discouraged. I strongly suggest you either inform me or the Co-GMs of your leave of absence. If it’s an emergency, then at least tell us it is.
• Please post your Character Sheets onto the OOC for evaluation. After being accepted, you may then post them onto the Character Tab.
• As far as length go, use common sense. Generally 2 paragraph is good, but if you have no content to write that much, it's O.K to write a small, filler post once in a while. If it makes more sense at that time.
• Follow the Guild's rules for content/language. Take any improper material to PMs, please.
• We take suggestions from the players into consideration with a great deal of importance. However, we are the final arbiters of any issue. Do not question our final verdict and don't test our patience.
• If you have any problems, questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to let the GMs know.

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Character Sheet Template

CS Sheet

Appearance: Must include regular appearance and costumed appearance (Both Hero and Villains).
Name:
Age:
Gender:

Hero/Villain Name:
Quirk Name:
Quirk Type: Emitter, Transformation, Mutant, Accumulation (See a Wiki for Details)
Quirk Description:

Inventory:

Sample Post:
Background can be included into the Sample Post, but it's not obligatory. Something about how you became a villain / chose to be a hero / personal bit of information relevant to the character.

CS Skeleton Code

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Appearance: [color=#FFFFFF]Must include regular appearance and costumed appearance (Both Hero and Villains).[/color]
Name:
Age:
Gender:

Hero/Villain Name:
Quirk Name:
Quirk Type: [color=#FFFFFF]Emitter, Transformation, Mutant, Accumulation (See a Wiki for Details)[/color]
Quirk Description:

Inventory & Possessions:

Sample Post:
[color=#FFFFFF]Background can be included into the Sample Post, but it's not obligatory. Something about how you became a villain / chose to be a hero / personal bit of information relevant to the character. [/color]

[slackpack]

Present.

[Lonewolf685]

Yo!

[KaijuBaragon]

Dean/Corvus

Appearance:

Dean

Dean is notably tall and gangly in frame standing at 6'6, although he manages to carry himself with arrogant grace (heavily practiced a teenager) as opposed to an awkward hunched gait. Obsessively formal, he can usually be found in any number of expensive suits, and this carries over to his villain costume.

The costume consists of a nice grey suit, black feathers extending like collars from the ends of the sleeves, and like a ruffel around the neck. As to be expected with a villain, there is a mask involved - his is black and elongated with red tinted eyepieces, resembling the face of a raven. It does not cover his hair. Occasionally, he completes the whole ensemble with a top hat - if he wants to seem particularly memorable.

Corvus

Name: Dean Porter Allen

Age: 27

Gender: Male

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Villain Name: Corvus - perhaps inappropriate considering it is not just crows and ravens that he can manipulate, but to him it sounded like the best name, the one that filled him with the most arrogance while speaking it out loud.

Quirk Name: Avian Allies

Quirk Type: Emitter

Quirk Description: Dean can emit waves at a certain frequency from his brain which only affect birds. These waves then suspend the birds' autonomy and allows him to take control of their actions, guiding them to attack, to distract, or if there are enough, into large swarms.

There's also a secondary aspect which allows him to see through the eyes of a bird he is controlling if he desires to do so, as well as being able to hear. However, when doing this he loses sight or hearing in his own body, which can provide a massive weakness.

There are further limitations which can affect Dean's usage of his quirk. Mainly, as it comes from the brain, overuse can cause headaches - and in some cases, Dean has found himself experiencing a nosebleed if he tries to go for too long or expand his range too far, causing him to stop quickly in fear. However, if working with only a few birds then these side affects are rarely present.

Inventory & Possessions: -Dean took over his parent's house a long time ago. A fairly sized estate, it allows him to use it as a base of operations - even if does have to keep a low profile there as officially, the property is abandoned
-Dean has a collection of 15 ravens which he spent many hours tying sharp knives and other objects to the talons of. As they have been exposed to him for so long they are much easier to control, and so are the most commonly used in his criminal activities - a private gang, if you will.
-A large collection of formal suits and clothes. Most of them are robbed, the others either bought or inherited. This includes his self fashioned villain costume.
-A surprising lack of money for someone who tries gives off a veneer of being wealthy - most of it was taken or destroyed in the conflict with his parents.

Sample Post: When a British car tycoon decides to upend from his busy London life and marry an similarly wealthy American woman from Northern California, the child of that circumstance is likely to grow up privileged. Such is exactly what happened with Dean. From an early age he was implicitly encouraged to look down on those who were less fortunate than he was, both by his peers and his family. Attending an extremely exclusive boarding school with an unhealthy obsession with manners and formality didn't help.

The manifestation of quirks was an exciting time for the children of that school. While his was not necessarily powerful, he could easily impress his peers with pigeons doing pirouettes in the air and sparrows flying into the messy hair of a girl who was picked on simply because she was slightly poorer than the children around her. Dean's prejudiced attitudes were firmly cemented here. Even when the attitudes of his peers and friends became more progressive, he stood firm, trying to lead the younger students into his ideology instead.

It was his parents change in attitude that had the largest toll, however, and when it became fashionable to be charitable, Mr and Mrs Allen followed suit. They began to donate sums of their money to charity, which drove Dean up the wall to no end. However, it was their decision to move him to a certain school which turned everything to fire. That school was, of course, UJ. As he was forced into the hero course, saw things that disgusted him - in his view, a celebration of mediocrity, a complete lack of any manners or formality, and above all, encouragement to aid the inferior in being inferior. He was felt that he was marked as the "rich boy" and made into a social pariah, in his view because of jealousy - but it was because of he would launch into outspoken scathing insults to most everyone he met. It's an understatement to say he did not do very well on any of the courses at UJ.

Soon enough, constant niggling clashes with his parents boiled over. He was 18. Of course, he wanted to go to only the most prestigious university. But his parents didn’t want him to - that wasn't charitable. They wanted him to be a hero, to keep trying. As the fight continued, Dean demanded that they leave. This was his house now. They didn't deserve it. His parents never used their quirks very often, and a knifed talon to the neck can be persuasive. They left, but in a fit of petty rage, they took half the money from the safe and burned the rest. This sealed Dean's disillusionment with the system. Those who did not respect their superiority or inferiority did not deserve anything but retribution.

Heroes of course represented the very opposite of this concept. Helping people who could not help themselves. The superior negating their strength by assisting the inferior. Dean left his house for a while and travelled around the country, watching various heroes at work and conversing with other villains. By the time that he had returned to back to his abandoned manor in San Francisco, with 7 new ravens on his person, there was no going back. And to his local branch of the League of Villains he went.

[McFazzer]

Hi. Rather looking forward to seeing all the fun Quirks people think up

[OwO]

This incarnation is a villain. If there ain't enough heroes, then she can be reworked as a hero since she swings both ways.

Villain

Quinn Leiurus

Anarchy Red

Costume

└Appearance:

While Quinn isn't the most genetically intimidating woman, as she stands at 5'7" and has an athletic build, her absolute confidence makes up for her normal body. The way she walks, the way she talks, the way she dresses, everything about her reeks of self-strength and conviction. Her attire is usually punk. Black leather jackets, dark jeans, and torn graphic tees are only a small portion of her regular clothing.

└Age:

20

└Gender:

Female

└Quirk Name:

Venomancer

└Quirk Type:

Mutant

└Quirk Description:

Quinn has a 1.6m long prehensile tail with a stinger at the end. The tail is capable of expanding to the girth of her leg or contracting to the girth of a 50cm snake. The tail itself is protected by segments of elastic plating. While shrunken down, the tail becomes noticeably softer but is able to freely undulate. It is also able to match the speed of a whip. While enlarged, the segments become incredibly hard, rivaling the metal armour used on humvees. Though, it is only capable of moving the joints between the segments rather than having free movement. It is considerably slower than her thin tail, only reaching the speed of a regular punch.

Within the tail are five poison sacs, each one unique. As the amount of venom she can pump into a single sting is limited, a single sting from each venom isn't a death sentence. However, as with all poisons and medicines, too much is completely lethal.

The first venom is a basic one. It causes general pain and swelling, but is otherwise not dangerous unless stung dozens of times.

The second venom is a strong cytotoxin, which causes deep sores, pain, a feeling of weakness, and fevers.

The third venom is a horrid hemotoxin. It causes internal hemorrage and muscle weakness, but it still isn't horribly dangerous.

The fourth venom is a weak neurotoxin, causing severe confusion and unspeakable amounts of emotional distress from the resulting hallucinations.

The fifth venom is a total anesthetic, eliminating pain in low doses while knocking them out with higher doses.

└Inventory & Possessions:

On her person, Quinn carries very little in the way of identifiable objects. She keeps $600 in her shoe and loose change in her pockets, but nothing else besides that.

Surprisingly, she lives an ascetic lifestyle. She lives in a basic apartment but spends more time sleeping at other people's homes. Besides the clothes she wears, she has very little in the way of permanent possessions. She subsists off of everything disposable. Burner phones, other people's stuff, anything that can be disposed of.

Her costume is one of the few things she keeps. Consisting of a wig, a mask, reinforced clothing, and a clawed glove that's resistant to pretty much everything, her costume doesn't stand out too much but conceals her identity.

└Sample Post:

The classy restaurant was bustling. Waiters in fancy suits carefully carried glasses of chardonnay and other expensive liquors to their guests, careful to not act out of line. The deep red carpeting still managed to give way to each step, showing no wear and tear. The dull candle lights made it hard to see anything that wasn't the food in front of each patron. Deep in the restaurant was a heavy-set man. By all accounts, he was the standard patron. Acted well, looked rich. In the regular streets, he would have stood out. But in this restaurant, he was normal. Nobody would have suspected him for anything.

But he was Quinn's mark. A man who had something very important. In the dimly lit restaurant, it was difficult to see that the man's wrist was handcuffed to a briefcase. A classic trope. If it weren't for this fatal mistake, he would have blended in with the other bougie connoisseurs. Had he been more careful, it wouldn't have to end up like this.

Quinn wasn't dressed as her normal self. That would draw too much attention, no. She wore a suit, a wig, some makeup, and postured herself as a man. Really, her unbridled confidence and aggression in her movement was indistinguishable from a young go-getter who made their living in something sad, like a super specific technology that had zero benefits or some cryptocurrency. As the heavy-set man kept on checking his watch, he had decided now of all times to relieve himself. Nervously, he walked to the washroom. Naturally, he took a stall away from the prying eyes of others.

Quinn followed him.

Taking the stall next to the man, she acted completely normal. After all, any camera in the washroom would have not pointed to the insides of the toilets, as that would be incredibly creepy for a high class establishment. Silently, Quinn's tail crept behind the small gap between the wall and the divider. In a flash, her tail crept around the man's mouth and stung him in the neck. A quick dose of anesthetic. The man quickly drifted off to dreamland. Without any hesitation, Quinn let the man slump back in his porcelain throne and stung the suitcase locks. This time, it wasn't as gentle. The stinger easily penetrated the lock, smashing the mechanism into bits. She carefully finessed the suitcase open and took the small stack of papers held within. Placing them hidden inside of her suit jacket, she left the washroom and then the restaurant.

If she had been a weirdo, she would have muttered a weird one-liner. Something along the lines of 'No gods, no masters.' That would have been pretty sad to say, though. She got the papers, and that was all that mattered.

[Riegal]

Sana Helme

_{"Hatred outlives the hateful." - Brian Tinsman}
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Name: Sana Helme
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 174 cm
Weight: 58 kg

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[APPEARANCE]

Regular Appearance

Sana is an individual who seems to be holding back all the time--a bundle of fury buried deep beneath a relatively composed, if slightly blunt and abrasive, personality. This subtle loudness to her character manifests in a not-so-subtle way in her choice of clothing. She most often wears fire-resistant orange firefighter coveralls with fitted rubber boots. The girl is not really one to shy away from attention-grabbing, not really caring for what others think of her in the slightest, but if she must, her more subdued wardrobe is made up of plain t-shirts and shorts.

Costume

Her costume is more purposefully attention grabbing, boiling down to a bikini with unbuttoned firefighting gear over top, completed by a standard firefighter oxygen mask to protect her identity. More exposed skin makes it easier to utilize her quirk, and it's just a bonus that she happens to be aware she's got a nice body and doesn't mind showing it off, even if it's to a person she's about to burn alive.

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[VILLAIN PROFILE]

Villain Name: Animus
Quirk Name: Self-Ignition
Quirk Type: Mutant
Quirk Description:

Sana lights herself on fire.

Though there's no physical indication as with many Mutant-type quirks, Sana's body can heat up at will, and enough so to outright start a fire with her skin acting as an unburning, unlimited source of fuel. The girl can be very selective with the area of her body that she heats up. When she specifically heats up a muscle, she describes the sensation as feeling loose and invigorated--doing so gives her a factor of super-human agility and strength. The more heat, the higher the power, as though her body is a roaring fire given human form.

Permanent side effects due to the quirk include a high resistance to fire as well as needing very little oxygen. Sana can hold her breath for over an hour even while doing strenuous exercises without feeling the negative effects that a lack of oxygen is supposed to lead to. Overuse of her abilities leads to her natural fire resistance to slowly begin to fail. Actually severely burning herself is just about an impossibility, however, as she'd lose the energy to maintain any sort of flame long before her resistance lowers so drastically, but first degree burns are common and painful. Her 'insides,' as it were, have less resistance than her skin. This means she is more limited with her super agility and strength factors. The heat and fire beneath her skin start to become unbearably painful much quicker.

[INVENTORY]

- Extremely fire-resistant clothes, from her daily attire to her costume--such clothing was a necessity in her household.
- A small backpack she carries around with her pretty much everywhere, containing important small items like her phone and wallet. It's easy to toss to the side when the need to use her quirk arises.
- Lives with her mother in a small place that is only the second house Sana's ever lived in. There, her small collection of books is what she prizes most. Other than that, she doesn't have much in the way of items she values, but there are a few trophies from track meets that the girl can't really get rid of, even if they remind her of what she might have accomplished if she hadn't been born to her father.

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[SAMPLE POST]

The smell of a human burning was objectively repulsive.

It should bring the most visceral of negative reactions, causing one to feel deeply nauseated if not outright inducing a fit of vomiting. All the different matter burning--skin, hair, blood, even whole organs and cerebrospinal fluid. All the smells blend together to create something truly sick.

It was the joy from experiencing this assault on her nostrils that caused Sana to finally realize there was something wrong with her.

The girl let her grip on what used to be the face of the charred husk loosen, the body falling with a thump to the floor. She gazed down at the remains of the man with antipathy.

That's my girl.

Sana whirled around to face the mouth of the alley. No one was there. She was just hearing her father again. Of course, he'd be happy to see this. To see his daughter finally cross the point of no return and take her first human life. He'd groomed her with this occasion in mind.

He was a monster, but he was still dad. Just like she was enjoying the smell of the man she had just burnt to death, she found herself happy with the thought that her father would have been proud of her. For a moment, she almost found herself thinking it was a shame he had let himself get killed.

She was a monster too, now. She had been for a long time, but now it was real. Now she saw it. The overpowering odour was a constant reminder. It was a relief, in a way, to finally stop fighting against the nature her father had beaten into her. It was his fault she was so broken. It was harder to hate that fact and to wallow and wish she could be normal than it was to just accept it as reality.

She'd struggled so long to keep hoping that she might one day break free from her ancestry and become an admired pro hero. She'd spent nearly every waking moment resisting her father and learning all she could about what it meant to be a pro hero, and with every day she wanted it more and more. She had even been accepted into U.J. Academy after her father's death, with the help of her mother.

She'd been naive, as expected of a child. She was a walking aberration. That much was clear as day now. She was broken by her father, but that didn't change the fact that it was her problem to deal with now.

Sana took another look at the body. The man it belonged to had been a degenerate--Sana had found out he had sexually assaulted one of her classmates, using his quirk to overpower her. It was fitting that he had been completely overpowered himself in his last moments, uselessly flailing his quirk about as he was burnt alive for his transgressions.

The police were too slow. The pro heroes were too slow. They had been too slow to kill her father and save her before she had gotten to this point.

The inept, fame-chasing rabble of clowns who happened to be allowed to use their quirks to fight crime, but could hardly even manage that. Her father had taught her hatred and, at first, it was solely directed back at him. Now, though, she hated all the incompetent heroes who never rescued her from her living nightmare--not until it was too late and she had already begun to hate herself most of all. For all their failures, she found herself wanting to smell them burn too.

All of them.

Sana quietly told the voice of her father to shut up as she walked out of the alleyway into the night, acutely aware she wouldn't be at U.J. for her morning classes.

[LuckyBlackCat]

Jumping on board, I should have a character within the next few days depending on schedule, probably a hero since there are so many villain applications.

[NightmareInd]

Samuel Helme

Appearance:

Regular

Costume

Samuel's Hero Costume is mostly made with high melting point metal threads, and his shoulder and elbow pads are made of the same kind of metal. This way the clothing can conduct the heat as an armor while still giving enough mobility and heat dispersal.
Name: Samuel Helme
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Hero Name: Supernova
Quirk Name: Berserk Heat
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description: Basically the Quirk lets him heat up his skin to very high temperatures. He can use this for various purposes, like melting materials like metal. He is very well skilled in getting to a specific temperature of his choosing.

The Quirk is also partially activated when he gets angry or passionate about something and emotions like that, although usually only a few degrees. However, the more he actively heats up his body, the angrier he gets and 'berserk' he goes, losing rational thought and becoming more and more infuriated, which usually leads to him using even more of his Quirk and repeating the loop. His current limit without going fully berserk is around 1500 K by heating his whole body.

Besides the mental setback, there are some physical ones. Even though he himself is almost completely invulnerable to direct effects of his own heat and other high temperatures, his environment isn't. If he doesn't watch out what he heats up and how much, he could melt himself into the pavement or activate a chemical chain reaction.

On top of that, the air around him gets thinner the hotter it becomes, so when he overexerts himself his oxygen intake will run low causing him to become slower and he might even pass out.

Inventory & Possessions: A backpack filled with usual things like his wallet and phone, made of a special alloy so it wouldn't melt as easily even if he goes berserk.

Sample Post:
BAM!

The sound echoed through the pitch-black room. On the ground lay a young boy. Next to him stood his father. The father raised his foot backwards to prepare for the next strike.

BAM!

The boy kept crying as he got struck.
"Well then, my dear son, when are you going to show me what you can do?"
"But father, I don't want to, people get hu-"

BAM!

"What was that? You are afraid people get hurt? Well, guess what, if you don't show me, I'll make sure YOU get hurt!"

BAM!

Right in the stomach. The boy tried to look up at his father, but through the tears and the darkness of the room, he could barely make out his face.
"Please, I don't want to! Have merc-"

BAM!

In his face. He spat out the blood.
"Mercy is for the weak, and anyone who is my child is not weak. I'll make sure of that..." The father raised his boot once more, ready to hit the young child once again. The boy just closed his eyes and braced for impact.

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A few seconds passed, and the boy never felt the hit, but he was too scared to open his eyes.
"It is okay now." A familiar voice said to him. He slowly opened his eyes, being greeted by a warm light radiating off a girl standing in front of him, her hand reach out to him. "I've got you." The boy slowly got up, wringing the tears out of his eyes before reaching for his sibling's hand, taking it, when suddenly a bright light engulfed them both.

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Sweating heavily, Samuel woke up. It was still in the middle of the night. He felt his sheets. They were hot. Looks like he used his Quirk in his sleep again. His father may be gone, but he left his marks on his son, that's for sure. He has these nightmares every now and then, and they mostly went the same: His father beats him up for him refusing to use his Quirk to the fullest, then he gets saved by the girl surrounded by light: His sister.

Luckily for him, he wasn't going through it alone. If it wasn't for his big sister Sana, he would've died by their father's abuse, or even worse: Become like him. However, because of Sana standing up for him, he had a different role model. He now wanted to become like his big sister. Someone who would protect the weak and show them there was nothing to fear.

Perhaps that is the biggest reason he wants to go to UJ like his sister. But there was another reason. His sister has always been looking out for him. Always taking most of the beatings and still standing to protect him. Now he wanted to show her that she didn't have to keep watch over him, and that it was his turn now to watch over her. With a smile he layed down again, closing his eyes, her smiling face from his dream fresh in his memory.

If she would look out for him, he knew no one could touch him.

[Lonewolf685]

So far we have 3 villians and 1 Hero CS. Yup, the intentions of this playerbase are definetely more Chaotic then lawful.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

So far we have 3 villians and 1 Hero CS. Yup, the intentions of this playerbase are definetely more Chaotic then lawful.

@Lonewolf685

I plan on making a hero.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@KaijuBaragon edgy

[KaijuBaragon]

@Ruler Inc D:<

[Aviaire]

finished!

Eira Winters / Antartica

Costume

Eira Winters

age: 17 • gender: F

Eira is a mature-looking girl with a willowy frame. She'll wear anything she's sure she'll look good in, though she is never without her gloves. They are white, stretch to her elbows, and she absolutely refuses to take them off. Why? Well, that isn't your business, is it?

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‹Hero Name›
Antartica

‹Quirk Name›
Artic Frost

‹Quirk Type›
Emitter

‹Quirk Description›
Eira's quirk allows her to focus and make an area around her colder. She can control the size and temperature decrease of the area, however the shape of it will always be a sphere, with the centre being her. Lower temperatures and larger areas require more concentration, which makes multitasking difficult, and increases the strain on Eira. At the largest range, it is impossible for Eira to maintain her quirk and do anything but breathe. If it is cold enough or something stays in her radius for too long, frost will begin to form on it, but this is just regular frost.

The immediate area around her is always cold, however this area is so small it does not cause issues for those around her. Eira's skin is cold to the touch, and if she holds something for more than a minute, frost will form. It may be possible to turn this effect not, but presently, she cannot.

Eira's quirk does not grant her cold resistance. She can stand lower temperatures for longer than most, but she still feels the cold and overuse of her quirk is very dangerous, especially since she has a difficult time warming up afterwards.

‹Inventory & Possessions›
Gloves: She never seems to take them off. When wearing them, she can touch things without icing them over. Ever since she got them, she hasn't told a soul about what happens when she touches things without them. They don't need to know.

Home: She lives with both her parents and elder brother. All alive, all healthy.

Snow Globes: Though it is a little ironic, Eira likes to collect snow globes. She's not when it started, or when it will end. One thing is for sure though: she has a lot.

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‹Sample Post›

a memory of the past

"Been thinking about where you want to go?"
"Mmm."
"Oh, where? Actually, let me guess. U.J.?"
"Yeah."
"It's a good choice. Oh, gloves off."

Eira hesitantly slipped them off, letting her bare arms and wrist free. It was summer, and it was supposed to be hot, but all she could feel was the chill of the air. She sighed, letting her thoughts wash over her. It was so cold, she was so cold. Ever since Eira was young, and her quirk had manifested, everything was cold. She must've looked as miserable as she felt, because when she took her eyes off of the floor, she was met with warm brown ones, the same as hers, filled with concern.

"It's alright, Eira," and a hand on her shoulder. It was supposed to be warm, but she couldn't feel it. She moved to swat it off, but hesitated. Right, no gloves. She couldn't do that. The hand left anyway, because her skin was cold too.

"Think I'll get in, Aids?"
"Aidan. And of course you will. Your quirk's really strong, after all," came the reply, and he, her brother, grinned, ruffling Eira's hair. She could only scowl in return, sombre mood replaced by one more foul.
"Quirk, huh?" she replied simply. Aidan bit his lip nervously. Wrong answer.
"Oh, you should wash your hands," he said, a little too quickly, motioning towards the sink. It was full of steaming and soapy water.
"What do you know anyway," she said bitterly, shoving her hands into the water. "You don't even have a quirk."

Aidan flinched out of the corner of her eye, but he said nothing, fixated on Eira's violent scrubbing.
"Want mine? 'Cause I don't," and an exasperated sigh in reply.
"Eira, don't say that."

It was her turn to be silent. She pulled a hot towel off of the radiator, and quickly dried her hands off. The air was filled with no words, but instead, thick, thick tension. It was a good minute before either spoke. Eira silently cursed herself. Maybe she should start to think before she talked, but really, she never would. It wasn't as if she would've said anything else.

"We should talk about this, you know," Aidan said, pulling Eira's gloves from the tub of water they had been in. He left them out to dry, and she could do nothing but stare longingly at them.
"Mmm."
"Are you going to?"
"Nah."
"You are so- nevermind. Actually, scratch that, you're insufferable. Just let me do this for you, ok?"

Eira dropped the towel onto the side of the sink, dangling her arms uselessly in the air. She couldn't use them again until her gloves were clean. Well, she could, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to feel the sheets of ice coming from her skin. Not anymore. It was difficult, trying not to touch anything, and it kind of hurt her arms after a while, but she was used to it by now.

"You already do too much. Stop it, I don't need you to babysit me," she replied bluntly.
"Jeez. You're my sister, so I'll do it if I want."
"Are you really alright with this?"
"With what?"

Eira gaped at him, before gesturing wildly. "This! You could be doing anything but you're looking after me! You some kinda masochist or some shit?"
"Like I said, you're my sister. And I don't mind doing this, so don't put words in my mouth," he replied. "And don't swear."
"You- ugh! Stop doing that. Your stupid- pity thing."
"Don't have any pity for you, Eira. You're better than me at everything," Aidan said, a lazy smile on his face. "Besides, it's hard to pity you when you act like an angry gremlin."

Eira muttered under her breath in reply, though considerably less irritated then before. Once again, neither spoke for some time, though it was considerably more comfortable. She took to gazing out the window, admiring the gentle breeze. Her brother stared at her instead, as if trying to pry into her mind. She made obscene gestures with her hands, she couldn't do anything else with them, and he grinned and joined her with staring aimlessly into the outside.

"They're done now," and he gently handed Eira her gloves back. She quickly put them on, flexing her fingers and crossing her arms. How she hated having her gloves off. She never wouldn't, not until the day her quirk was gone. "We're gonna get some other ones as well. They look the same, but just so you have something to wear when one set's in the wash."

"Thanks," was all she said in reply, still in a bit of a bitter mood. Slumped over, she began to leave. She had things that needed to be done after all. When she was halfway out the door, she turned back for a second.

"Love you, Aids."
"For the-" and a sigh. "Love you too, Eira."

[Lonewolf685]

@SimpleWriter

Danielle McNair | Show-Stopper

Normal Attire

Hero Attire

Name: Danielle McNair | Age: 17 | Gender: Female

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Hero Name: Show-Stopper
Quirk Name: Attraction
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description: The ability to identify by sight and physically pull in a targetted person, place, or thing towards Danielle. Can function as a sharp tug or a continuous pull. The target is identified and drawn by pointing with one hand and beckoning towards her.

If the target is rooted in place or unable to be moved by size, mass, force, etc., then continued use of Danielle's Quirk will result in she herself being pulled towards the target as her Attraction quirk reels her in hand first like a grappling hook.

While the Quirk can draw most things in with great force, it doesn't halt the momentum of that attraction when it reaches Danielle, forcing her to be cautious not to pull someone torwards her from a great distance and bowl herself over from a sudden high speed collision, neccesitating the use of her custom capture tool and quick reflexes to compensate

Inventory & Possessions:

Reinforced Riding Crop: A Quirk that draws people in isn't always enough on its own to be suitably heroic, and Danielle finds herself enjoying having a fanciful prop to twirl, flick, and beckon her foes close. A capture tool custom built to have the heft of a police officers truncheon at the head while keeping the springy, supple nature of a crop. What better then an instrument of punishment to instill guilt into the hearts of villains?

Expansive Wardrobe: Ever desiring to be the center of attention, her wardrobe is as deep as can, with numerous outfits for every season and multiple pressed spares of her Hero Costume so even the roughest of conflicts won't keep her from shining in the public eye after a quick change of clothes.

Sample Post

Eyes like gold, brimming with covetous desire, raked across the pages of tabloid rags displaying the latest and greatest idols. She took in the curves of their figures and the cut of their clothing and compared them to the image of herself she'd so thoroughly ingrained within before her bathroom mirror.

Check.

Her nail traced the impression of a carefree smile of an outgoing imouto, the aloof stare of a cool beauty, and impish delight of a punk with a heart of gold. So many personalities all vying for attention, forever embossed on the pages in her hands and mirrored in turn by her face going through a familiar set of motions. Their personas were tried and true favorites, captivating the public's fickle eye long enough to leave their mark and open the door for greater opportunities.

Check as well.

Danielle knew she had all of that down pat. She could dance too, if the lessons she'd endured were anything to go by, but she lacked that one special something that put someone on the center stage and let them shine.

For the life of her, Danielle McNair couldn't sing.

Her sense of pitch was terrible and after the third instructor described her as a 'wailing banshee' she found she could, if nothing else, break glass with an almost Quirk like screech. It left her feeling rather directionless knowing her childhood dream to entertain the masses and bask in the thrumming lights of a stadium packed to the rafters was beyond her ability, a fate made all the more bitingly ironic given her Quirk.

If I were a villain I'd have no trouble getting a captive audience at least. They might even applaud for fear of their safety, but that's hardly a pleasing thought.

Danielle's eyes dimmed, jealousy giving way to dejection as she set the magazine back down upon the rack and looked out the store window to see the throngs of people bustling about the mall. A faceless horde lacking distinction, where even the brightest and finest clothes were merely smudges against the sea of clashing color. Some would say it was a comfort to lose yourself in such a sea of humanity but not for one who desperately wanted to stand out.

But wants were secondary to the reality before her and she drew in a breath to prepare herself for a morose walk home, only for something peculiar to shatter the norm. There was a great cacophony of a storefront window shattering outwards, Danielle bogling as she witnessed a flurry of glass from next door pelt the shoppers before being followed by a twig of a man. At a glance his quirk seemed to be some Transformative that gave him the features of a rat, with a twitchy nose and long, hairless tail. The length of said tail as well as the man's arms were laden with jewelry, diamonds glittering under the rays of an overhead sunlamp reminding Danielle that beside this trendy little shop was a jewelers.

In that moment the sea of humanity had parted, dumbstruck by the crime happening right before them and disturbing their peaceful days. There was a word for the phenomenon that had everyone rooted in place, but Danielle neither knew or cared. Her mind, instead, clung fiercely to the attention heaped upon the thief. The world sped by in slow motion, his rodent-like form darting past her without a hand raised by anyone to stop him.

All the thief wanted was his ill begotten riches, but instead he'd stolen the eye of the public, and something inside Danielle snapped.

Refusing to stand aside and fade into the crowd, her hand snapped up and she thrust her index finger towards the thief's head. The familiar rush of her Quirk welled up inside her and with a smile that was more genuine then any she'd mirrored in her magazines she curled inwards.

An unseen force tore the errant rat from his feet and pulled him head-first through the storefront window on a collision course with Danielle. Knowing this she put her other hand upon the magazine rack, one of those rotating carousels that stood tall to save on floor space, and braced herself with it between her and projectile rodent.

There was the brief flare of pain as a body struck her shield, followed by the clatter of precious stones flying past her in a rain of glittering treasure. She hesitated there, waiting for reality to re-assert itself and the thief to lash out, but there wasn't even a groan of pain to signify reprisal.

Peaking from around the edge, Danielle found the thief's head cradled none-too-kindly in the shelving of her imprompto shield, eyes closed and body slack in a complete lack of consiousness. It was almost anti-climactic in its simplicity where it not for the attention of the masses now shifting to her. Suddenly Danielle was the center of attention, and her smile could have given All Might a run for his money.

"Check."

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[Eviledd1984]

Hi is there room for one more?

[SimpleWriter]

@Eviledd1984 Yes there is, although for now Villains spots are pretty much taken. We are still reviewing the applications, though I prefer to warn in advance.

[Eviledd1984]

It's quite fine as I can change my villain character I had in my last MHA rp into a hero. I will try to get his sheet done today or tomorrow.

[TheWendil]

@KaijuBaragon

He's fine by me. Just one question: Did he attend U.J. for his hero school? Was just curious. Await the other GMs' opinion.

@OwO

Does she naturally produce the venom in her tail? Or does she have to manually load it in? I would also suggest cutting down the number of poisons she has to 3-5 in total.

@Riegal

She's fine by me. Await the other GMs' opinion.

@Lonewolf685

Does she need both of her hands to use her Quirk or just one.

[Lonewolf685]

@TheWindel
Just one hand.