AlteredTundra

Edenridge

_{TIMESTAMP — Tuesday July 21st, 2021, Early Morning
FT. Cameron Hyde & Jessie James “Bluejay” Milligan}

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With his folded arms against his bare chest, Cameron watched the strawberry blonde breathe gently in between her dreams. She lay on her front, her back uncovered by the duvet and illuminated by the morning sun; a sleeping angel.

Their night had gone very much like the Devil had planned even in spite of the raging storm. Hyde and JJ propped up the VIP section of the Afterlife. Money was no object as he still had much left over from the savings he had left over from before his imprisonment. Plus there was the added bonus at Jessie was a Scott Street baby; they always had more money than what they knew what to with. They sank drink after drink, exploring each other's lives with words and reconnecting after a lifetime apart. Selling her on all the bullshit was so terribly easy that Cameron never really had to try. He was working in international construction and hated social media, she took the bait hook line and sinker. He was upfront with Blue about not all cut some of his time spent at the leisure of the Massachusetts correctional office; she didn’t care. Perfect.

Soon they found themselves on the dance floor, moving together so slinkily and sexy. Cameron didn’t care that all eyes were on him, waiting for him to fuck up, in fact he thrived on it. The more eyes that were on him the better. It was all a part of the plan. The plan that he had concocted sharing a jail cell with Charlie Taylor. The night drew closer and closer to its end and so did the storm. With a reprieve from the downpour, Hyde suggested to Blue that she come to his place. No one had ever set foot there except for Aleyda but that was by design. Everything that the Devil was doing was by design. JJ was eating out of the palm of his hand; as expected.

When they had reached McMahon Woodwork, they barely uttered a word to each other before Cameron and Jessie were tearing each other's wet clothes off and throwing them around the shop. The sex was fantastic and they went at it multiple times. As expected, everything had worked out to Cameron’s plans. There was an idea, an illusion that many people believed. Most subscribed to the thought that Hyde was a wild animal that had luck on his side. The reality was that, yes, he was a prisoner of his more basic instinct, that much one only had to ask Jessie James about from their evening together. Yet he was also calculated and a lot smarter than they think. Cameron was a beast with the mind of a scientist.

He reached down for the hot coffee he had brewed as JJ began to stir. “Morning Blue.”

Between the warmth of the sun that hit her and had encouraged the wild blonde to open her eyes, a small groan following, JJ was blessed by the sight of her dream man and holding a cup of coffee as soon as she woke up. How considerate. She was so lucky. After that perfect night back, even before he came up to her at the bar, JJ spent it with Lamb and Sonya, enjoying company, but the fun didn’t get started until she finally met up with her longtime crush, Cameron.

And what a night that was. Dancing and drinking, feeling his arms around her. Taking control when he needed to and letting her guide him when she needed to. All of those times spent with just letter correspondence, it had finally happened in real life. How long had she yearned to be in his arms? She had imagined it so many times and no amount of men or women at college (and some a bit older) could completely satisfy what Cameron did in a single night. All of her wildest fantasies that she cooked up for so all those years in her college days had come true last night and now she was reaping the benefits of that perfect night. “It is a good morning, isn’t it?” She grinned, although sheepishly, as she took the first sip of her coffee. Bitter with a note of cinnamon and hazelnut creamer. With a wider smile that still showed signs of her exhaustion, she said, “You remembered how I liked my coffee. I only mentioned it a few times in our letters.” A small laugh left her rosy lips as her eyes started to slowly center and fixate on her man.

“I never forget” Cameron’s blue eyes drifted across JJ’s body as he watched her wake up to the day's new world. And it was true, he never forgot anything. It was this volcanic memory, constantly spewing lava into his brain that often caused his violent rage. Even last night, when he had Blue pinned to the door by her throat, their lips dancing in chaos together, he could’ve squeezed tighter, he wanted to squeeze tighter because she reminded him of everything he was not supposed to have, everything that he had been told would never belong to him. Though that was going to change. Cameron was going to take everything that belonged to him and his family and that was going to start with JJ.

Making his way over to the bed, the Devil sat down on its edge before shuffling closer to the Scott Street blonde. He reached forward with his hand, taking a handful of Blue’s hair in between his fingertips and pulled her lips to his. She tasted like coffee, God he fucking hated coffee. Pushing down the urge to smash her head off of the wall, Cameron let his tongue weave a story of wanting. When he finally broke the kiss, he eased himself backwards, allowing her space but not before resting his hand on her thigh firmly. “If you want, when you’ve finished your coffee I was thinking we could go out to breakfast?”

As soon as that visceral kiss had come, it had retuned to where it originated. JJ, in normal circumstances, was a woman who held her ground firm and stood it with a playful confidence, but ever since last night -- no, ever since they had started talking via the letters -- she’s felt different. WIth him, for the longest time, Jessie James felt like he had this control over her that she absolutely loved. It wasn’t the bad kind but something that she longed to have in her life long before this moment. He knew exactly what she liked from how the right combination of aggression and tenderness made her puddy in his hands.

And when he proposed breakfast, as she took a large swig of her coffee, she let her rosy lips curl into a smile. “Breakfast sounds amazing right about now. I know we both have worked up an appetite.” Bluejay yawned slightly as she took another sip from her cinnamon and hazelnut coffee. The taste was heaven but not as heavenly as Cameron’s hand on her thigh. “I could go for a full spread right now. You know I’ve got the appetite of a lumberjane, right?” If last night was any indication, he’d know exactly how hungry she could become if the circumstances were right.

Cameron grinned as he noted the playful look in JJ’s eye. She really was quite fun but she was also oh so easy to toy with. “Well, if you’ll indulge me.” He placed his own coffee down on the bedside table and shuffled closer to the blonde. He moved himself forward and began planting soft, gentle kisses on her neck and shoulder, caressing her skin with his lips and gently nipping at her ear. “I’d like to take you out, we’ll grab some food from wherever you’d like then from there we head down to Collins Port, jump on my little boat I have moored down there and we head out onto the water to enjoy our food with the sunrise”

The Devil’s hands were not idle playthings as his free hand came up to hold onto Jessie’s neck. She was so supple, delicate, enticing…fragile. The monster’s blue eyes followed her rosy cheeks until they met with her own, enthralled green ones. It wouldn’t take much pressure to snap her neck like a twig but that wasn’t Hyde’s game, at least not today. “How does that sound, my Blue?”

The way he said it - his blue, it made every touch before that hold a deeper meaning for JJ. Her heart was pacing like an anxious-ridden man going back and forth in their apartment, those steps rattling as her heart fluttered. The kisses, the way his long finger gripped on her neck. No man has ever been able to do that without some resistance from Blue, but Cameron Hyde was different. He had a way about him that just made everything so natural. He could throw her against the wall and she might just let him.

“That sounds wonderful!” She looked deep into those dangerous eyes of his. Dangerous because she felt so vulnerable anytime she met that emerald gaze of his. Literal puddy in his hands. “You’ve mentioned the boat so many times but to actually see it…” For so long, she had dreamed of it. To see it and be on it with him had kept her awake some nights and now that dream was going to be made into a reality. “Then let’s not waste any time..”

“Well let’s waste a little time.” Cameron grinned as he stole a taste from JJ’s lips. The truth of the matter was the boat that she had longed to see was even Hyde’s at all. Before his incarceration, the demon spawn of April McMahon was working a bank job with an older crew in Boston. Needless to say it didn’t end well and one of them tried to make off with Cameron’s cut, thinking he was just a rookie kid. Big mistake. When the criminal returned home that weekend, his wife was in the ICU and his dog had been gutted. Cameron lay in wait in the chaos before dragging him out and drowning him in the lake. The boat was his consolation prize. “Before we go, I want to show you a little bit of my world, you didn’t really get the chance to see it last night”

Taking a hold of JJ’s hand, Hyde gently pulled her up from the bed. The duvet dropping off to the floor showed her amazing body and he just had to soak it in. She was outstanding. He brushed her sternum and chest with his hand before reaching down like a gentleman and handing her one of his shirts. “Here, meet me out the front when you’re ready. Don’t keep me waiting.” Cam tickled her nose with a kiss before departing the small bedroom. This was all so easy.

Show me part of his world?

Bluejay stood bare in front of her sapphire-eyed Prince Charming, looking at him. No smile. No half-grin like she typical had expressed on her face. She just gazed at him. Silence commanded the room much like the two of them did whenever they separately walked into one, but right now Cameron Hyde was steering this ride. Her attention was all his as he tossed a shirt of his to her. It was a simple dark-colored shirt. Nothing too fancy. Her Cameron wasn’t a fancy man but she was his.

When he left, she spent only a minute thinking about what he meant by his world? In the times they’ve communicated in their letters, while she came to be entranced by his poetic words and hilarious wit, she couldn’t even fathom what he meant by that, yet the wild northsider was intrigued in him even more than she had ever been before. As she slipped on the shirt and looked around the room for any sort of bottoms, JJ was casually investigating the dressers. She struck good luck and found a pair of jeans that seemed to be suited more for someone of a feminine body type. Still a little snug, but the fit was there. A dark, almost black shirt with blue jeans. Pair that with a pair of shoes she found in the closet and she was as ready as she ever was gonna be. JJ spent only a few extra minutes getting her hair somewhat presentable and brushed her teeth.

“As good as I’ll ever be.” She finally left the room, the mystery of what Cameron meant still hanging in her mind even as she came down the stairs, meeting her prince charming waiting by the door and her being like a street version of Cinderella as she came down the stairs. She immediately kissed him. “So you mentioned something about showing me your world?” She asked, that half-grin on her face returning to its rightful home. She was dying to know what he meant by it.

She was wearing his clothes. Well well. It didn’t take Jesse James long to make herself comfortable. Cameron began to count in his mind as he tapped his fingers together. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. He exhaled deeply before answering her, as if he was breathing out all the rage and anger just so that he could get through their moment together. “I did.” Hyde began. “Let me tell you a story.” He reached forward and interlocked his fingers with Blue’s before leading her into the central area of the shop.

McMahon Woodwork had two floors; the main shop filled with unfinished works by Cameron’s grandfather and a balcony which housed the living area. “You know our families have more ties than you think? If my understanding of history is right, the Milligans and the McMahons arrived together on the same boat at Collins Port back in the 17th century.” Hyde led the girl to the centre of the room before positioning himself behind her and wrapping his arms over her chest tightly. “Your family built buildings. Mine built the roads and everything else. Yet we don’t get Foundling status. A crime if ever there was one.” The handsome devil placed his head on JJ’s shoulder, kissing her neck as he held her close. “This was my grandfather's shop. You go in any house in town and you’ll find something with the McMahon symbol of excellence…even yours. Next time you are at your home, check any old wooden bits you have in there. You’ll see our sigil.” With his arms, Cam moved Bluejay without releasing her from his grasp, aiming her gaze at an unfinished bust carving on the far side of the room.

“When my grandfather died, he left this place to my Mom. She didn’t have it in her to step inside, so it sat vacant. All these unfinished projects. When I got back from my work abroad, I asked her for her keys. I can’t finish what he started but I can continue his legacy. I want to build roads. I want to build a future. Maybe you can help me do that.”

As Cameron told his tale, the story of his life and what this place was, some of it had seemed familiar. What he said about her family was the truth. Her mother Siobhan had told her many things about what contributions the Milligans had made to Edenridge over the years. Buildings that were still up and running today (though under new owners), yet the Foundling status were out of her family’s grasp and out of the McMahon’s grasp. It seemed like a shame because those who seemed to give greater efforts to what Edenridge was now compared to those who were simply given foundling status because they were part of those original settlers was a pity. The Milligans were connected to the Cleary’s through marriage.

She felt his anger towards some things. Others she didn’t understand, but Bluejay was sympathetic to it, at least. As she gazed upon the unfinished projects Cameron was speaking about, she looked at him, almost like she was hearing things. Almost like he hadn’t said what he just said. But in all the time she had known him from letters to the past twelve hours, Jessie James had come to know one thing about the man that stood behind her: he never said anything that he didn’t mean.

She melted in his touch and everything in her felt relaxed. At ease. “You said it best. Our families built the foundation of this town. Yours with the roads and mine with the buildings. It’s like…I don’t know if I’d call it this, but fate is a nice way to sum this up, no?” JJ was a believer in many things. Massages to help you relax, whiskey with a giant ice cube was better than going neat, and even some oxy with hard liquor went hard on the right days - but fate and destiny and anything that seemed too good to be true? She was skeptical,. Again, right circumstances converted nonbelievers - or at least that’s what her mother always used to say to her.

She turned around to face her Prince Charming, looking him into his eyes, holding his hands, and she kissed him. And once more that went deeper. “Together we can make this place into what it was meant to be. Milligan and McMahon. Together, there isn’t anything we can’t accomplish.” She kissed him again, putting feeling into it. “I do have a degree in engineering, after all. My time at college wasn’t wasted nor will our time here be wasted.”

As Hyde held her face in his hands, looking into JJ’s beautiful green eyes, he knew. The warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips, the dazed and content look on her face. With the words she declared of fate and with every kiss she planted on his lips. He had seen it so many times at this point. She was his. Blue had reached that stage of wanting and desire that was optimal for him. All Cameron had to do was keep her that way and life would be easy from then. He gained nothing for feeling for her but he gained everything if Blue felt for him.

He was going to destroy her.

Cameron took both sides of JJ’s face into hands and held her there, wordless staring and beckoning her into this thrall further. She was putty in his hands. “We are going to take everything back.” The devil spoke softly as he gently caressed her cheek; ignoring every urge to gouge out her pretty eyes. “You and me, Jessie. We are taking the world and everything in it.”

As she became lost in those eyes again, she found herself smiling almost to the point of permanently having that expression on her face with how warm he was making her feel. Touching her cheek like she was the only person in the world that mattered to him. The way he said her name. In both letters and real life, Cameron Hyde was as eloquent as his gestures were grand. A poet with the body of a model. And she was his as he was hers. No words could convey just how truly happy she was right now, how wanted he made her feel, and how part of her wanted to forget about the boat, but she was excited to see the morning with him on it.

“You lead and I will follow. Always.” She breathed as she kissed him deeply. Something she has become quite addicted to in the short amount of time spent with him. Jessie James never was known for her subtlety in expressing how she felt. Physical touch was one of her top love languages, after all.

And there in her words he saw it. Devotion. JJ was his now, his property to do with as he pleased. It was all going according to the plan. Edenridge would be burned to cinders by the time he was done and he was going to start at Scott Street. “You better.” She would hear the threat as a joke, they always did. They never could read between the words like he could; it was because he was smarter than them. So privileged, so soft, so easy to break.

The frequent kisses from his new “beloved” did nothing to mask the strawberry blonde's intentions. That was fine. Cameron had learned from his time with the viper Aleyda Gonzalez. He had to give a little, just a little to keep the wheels in motion and train barrelling onward. He wanted to show her off, show the world that Cameron Hyde was a changed man and that if a princess from that god forsaken cul de sac could see past his history then so too could they. If they did, they would be playing his game now, not theirs.

“I guess breakfast and the boat can wait a little while longer.” Cameron twisted JJ around before pushing her forward towards the counter top. He came up behind her and with one hand began to unbutton the front of the stolen jeans she had claimed as her own. As he pushed down her trousers, the Devil’s free hand rose up and wrapped itself like a claw from hell around her pretty little throat and began to squeeze. Hyde pressed his mouth to her ear and nibbled lightly before hissing his vitriol deep into the soul of his new prey;

“I’m going to ruin you.”

You Can Become a Hero!

_______________________________________________ // INFO D A T A Full Name -Yukiyama Daichi Hometown - Sapporo, Hokkaido Prefecture, Japan Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Masculine - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Guarded Daichi is guarded in a lot of ways. Guarded in the sense that he keeps a lot about himself and his thoughts to himself, internalizing them, which also lends itself to him being very introspective about people he encounters. Putting up walls is also a bit of a habit from the natural indecisive nature of Daichi’s whole identity, feeling torn between two sides he can’t seem to choose or what might be the real him. As a result of this, he put up walls so he makes decisions in how to interact with others. Indecisive Simply put, Daichi can’t seem to make up his mind about who he is, how he acts, or what his “main” personality should be. On one hand, you have the very approachable Daichi that greets you with a smile, asks about how your day is going, and invests in the conversation. This is what might be referred to as the side that represents his mother and this is the version of Daichi that tends to say what’s on his mind (if he deems the situation to be appropriate). On the other hand, the aloof, sometimes cold version of Daichi is distant and quiet. Not shy, but not quite sociable. This Daichi takes time with his words, analyzes the situation and sometimes, it may come off as unnatural and random. This would be his interpretation of his father’s rather crude, analytical way of acting. Truth be told, this is just an extension of Daichi’s inability to know how he should act and always draws from his parents and how they acted around him in his upbringing. Sincere Despite the two-sided nature of his mannerisms, Daichi is always sincere in how he acts, what he says, and whenever he does it. This is possibly his true personality, even if he does not understand it completely himself. Daichi is always so earnest and there’s never any deceit in his actions or words. The smile he wears, no matter the initial reason or the reason he uses to explain it, is always a genuine one. At his core, Daichi is a confused boy with a heart of gold and grounded on the stable ground that he is full of love and compassion. It’s just that his brain struggles to understand how the rest of him should act.

Physical Description Everything about Daichi is about as average as one gets. Among his peers, he is seen as short since most of them tower over him, but he’s always thought of his 5’5” height to be normal for someone like him. People always have their opinions and they’ve always been as harsh as Hokkaido winters. His sandy blonde hair and deeper golden eyes have always stood out. Something he inherits from his mother without a doubt. He’s a fairly lean boy with not much going for him in the way of muscle. Personal History Ever since Daichi was young, he always had certain difficulties. It wasn't just because he was the only son of two pro heroes who operated out of Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan nor was it because when they weren't around, Daichi was raised by a rotating door of nannies, butlers, and sitters. Yeah, he grew up wealthy because his parents did well for themselves: Ice General and Mother Nature, one of the few husband-wife duos of heroes. No, the reason that Daichi struggled was, early on, he displayed behavioral issues. He wasn't temperamental or needy or really anything like that. As a young boy, he was fairly mild compared to other kids his age in similar backgrounds. His issues were behavioral because, as professionals examined him, while he proved to be normal in most areas, what these professionals deduced was that Daichi showed signs of having an unique form of split personality disorder where instead of two separate identities living in the same mind, his ability to distinguish who he is really was divided among two core people: his parents. Over the years, Yukino Yukiyama and Shizen Chikyu, otherwise known by their hero names Ice General and Mother Nature respectively had tried their best to ensure their son got all the help he could. They hired the best therapists, gave him everything he needed: love, attention, but they could only do so much. Eventually, as it would turn out, Daichi's problems and the further ones that he'd face in the future, would be in his hands especially as his quirk had manifested when he was eight years old. A freezing quirk at its core that only worked on natural ground. A fitting quirk for someone who comes from the lineage that he does. With the tools at his disposal, Daichi was enrolled into the best elementary school that his parents could find. He ended up making friends, though some took issue to his unique personality (or lack thereof). Bullies became the norm, but no matter what, he always wore a smile. Torture was the name of the game in the cold, cold world of elementary school and kids were as cold as the winters in Sapporo, yet Daichi never wavered. His smile and apparent optimism persisted. He endured like the cold he grew up in, always remained grounded in the one thing he come to discover about himself. It wasn't the whole package to his identity and he didn't know if he'd ever know that for himself, but sincerity was key. Sincerity was the only way you could survive in the face of despair. This helped him through the last years of elementary and middle school until he took the entrance exams for Isshin Academy. While he didn't pass with complete flying colors, what he did pass with was enough to pass the written exam. The next stage was even more difficult but Daichi persisted. He faced the adversity with a smile. Someday, he would know who he was meant to be. Whether that's grounded like his mother or cold like his father. He'd face it as The Sincere Hero. Character Arc Daichi is a character who was born in the middle of two forces pulling at him. One represents his father, the cool, powerful hero who always knows what to say and never lets his emotions get the better of him, while one represents his mother: a nurturing, sensitive soul who is a master at PR and public speaking. These two sides of what influenced him the most were always something that divided him in more ways than one. Eventually, it divided his personality and shook his confidence, splitting it right down the middle. His whole journey is about being decisive about himself. Who is Daichi? Is he the in-charge man that his father shows or is he the attentive friend with a heart that matches sincerity? This is his character arc. By understanding who he is and who his true self is, Daichi will be able to grow stronger as a person. He is useless if his foundation is as unstable as his ability to make a decision about something so simple as an everyday interaction. Quirk Description Altered Tundra is a quirk that is both literal to its name and more complex than the name implies. At its core, Daichi's quirk can rapidly decrease the core temperature in the ground, freezing it solid by the physical touch of his feet. By decreasing the temperature, he literally alters the ground, making it both solid and brittle enough to be easily broken (depending on what his intentions are). Daichi can control the state of its hardness, though going between the hardened ice state and making it brittle like an icepick about to snap off a ceiling in winter takes time to do so effectively. With the combined elemental quirks his parents have - his father's absolute zero quirk and his mother's control over natural ground - the perfect marriage between the two have taken shape in his own. Daichi knows he lacks in some areas and because of his lack of mastery, specifically being able to shift between brittle and solid ice, he has a long way to go. As it stands now, he can only extend his quirk to five feet in any direction of him but only either with brittle ice that wouldn't take much to completely obliterate or the kind of dense frost on the ground that one might find on a frozen body of water in the winter. Maintaining either take an immense amount of concentration, something of which requires Daichi to remain as stationary as possible. If he doesn't, the stability of what he has frozen - brittle or firm - may be compromised and just shatter within seconds.

You Can Become a Hero!

_______________________________________________ // INFO D A T A Full Name -Yukiyama Daichi Hometown - Sapporo, Hokkaido Prefecture, Japan Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Masculine - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Guarded Daichi is guarded in a lot of ways. Guarded in the sense that he keeps a lot about himself and his thoughts to himself, internalizing them, which also lends itself to him being very introspective about people he encounters. Putting up walls is also a bit of a habit from the natural indecisive nature of Daichi’s whole identity, feeling torn between two sides he can’t seem to choose or what might be the real him. As a result of this, he put up walls so he makes decisions in how to interact with others. Indecisive Simply put, Daichi can’t seem to make up his mind about who he is, how he acts, or what his “main” personality should be. On one hand, you have the very approachable Daichi that greets you with a smile, asks about how your day is going, and invests in the conversation. This is what might be referred to as the side that represents his mother and this is the version of Daichi that tends to say what’s on his mind (if he deems the situation to be appropriate). On the other hand, the aloof, sometimes cold version of Daichi is distant and quiet. Not shy, but not quite sociable. This Daichi takes time with his words, analyzes the situation and sometimes, it may come off as unnatural and random. This would be his interpretation of his father’s rather crude, analytical way of acting. Truth be told, this is just an extension of Daichi’s inability to know how he should act and always draws from his parents and how they acted around him in his upbringing. Sincere Despite the two-sided nature of his mannerisms, Daichi is always sincere in how he acts, what he says, and whenever he does it. This is possibly his true personality, even if he does not understand it completely himself. Daichi is always so earnest and there’s never any deceit in his actions or words. The smile he wears, no matter the initial reason or the reason he uses to explain it, is always a genuine one. At his core, Daichi is a confused boy with a heart of gold and grounded on the stable ground that he is full of love and compassion. It’s just that his brain struggles to understand how the rest of him should act.

Physical Description Everything about Daichi is about as average as one gets. Among his peers, he is seen as short since most of them tower over him, but he’s always thought of his 5’5” height to be normal for someone like him. People always have their opinions and they’ve always been as harsh as Hokkaido winters. His sandy blonde hair and deeper golden eyes have always stood out. Something he inherits from his mother without a doubt. He’s a fairly lean boy with not much going for him in the way of muscle. Personal History Ever since Daichi was young, he always had certain difficulties. It wasn't just because he was the only son of two pro heroes who operated out of Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan nor was it because when they weren't around, Daichi was raised by a rotating door of nannies, butlers, and sitters. Yeah, he grew up wealthy because his parents did well for themselves: Ice General and Mother Nature, one of the few husband-wife duos of heroes. No, the reason that Daichi struggled was, early on, he displayed behavioral issues. He wasn't temperamental or needy or really anything like that. As a young boy, he was fairly mild compared to other kids his age in similar backgrounds. His issues were behavioral because, as professionals examined him, while he proved to be normal in most areas, what these professionals deduced was that Daichi showed signs of having an unique form of split personality disorder where instead of two separate identities living in the same mind, his ability to distinguish who he is really was divided among two core people: his parents. Over the years, Yukino Yukiyama and Shizen Chikyu, otherwise known by their hero names Ice General and Mother Nature respectively had tried their best to ensure their son got all the help he could. They hired the best therapists, gave him everything he needed: love, attention, but they could only do so much. Eventually, as it would turn out, Daichi's problems and the further ones that he'd face in the future, would be in his hands especially as his quirk had manifested when he was eight years old. A freezing quirk at its core that only worked on natural ground. A fitting quirk for someone who comes from the lineage that he does. With the tools at his disposal, Daichi was enrolled into the best elementary school that his parents could find. He ended up making friends, though some took issue to his unique personality (or lack thereof). Bullies became the norm, but no matter what, he always wore a smile. Torture was the name of the game in the cold, cold world of elementary school and kids were as cold as the winters in Sapporo, yet Daichi never wavered. His smile and apparent optimism persisted. He endured like the cold he grew up in, always remained grounded in the one thing he come to discover about himself. It wasn't the whole package to his identity and he didn't know if he'd ever know that for himself, but sincerity was key. Sincerity was the only way you could survive in the face of despair. This helped him through the last years of elementary and middle school until he took the entrance exams for Isshin Academy. While he didn't pass with complete flying colors, what he did pass with was enough to pass the written exam. The next stage was even more difficult but Daichi persisted. He faced the adversity with a smile. Someday, he would know who he was meant to be. Whether that's grounded like his mother or cold like his father. He'd face it as The Sincere Hero. Character Arc Daichi is a character who was born in the middle of two forces pulling at him. One represents his father, the cool, powerful hero who always knows what to say and never lets his emotions get the better of him, while one represents his mother: a nurturing, sensitive soul who is a master at PR and public speaking. These two sides of what influenced him the most were always something that divided him in more ways than one. Eventually, it divided his personality and shook his confidence, splitting it right down the middle. His whole journey is about being decisive about himself. Who is Daichi? Is he the in-charge man that his father shows or is he the attentive friend with a heart that matches sincerity? This is his character arc. By understanding who he is and who his true self is, Daichi will be able to grow stronger as a person. He is useless if his foundation is as unstable as his ability to make a decision about something so simple as an everyday interaction. Quirk Description Altered Tundra is a quirk that is both literal to its name and more complex than the name implies. At its core, Daichi's quirk can rapidly decrease the core temperature in the ground, freezing it solid by the physical touch of his feet. By decreasing the temperature, he literally alters the ground, making it both solid and brittle enough to be easily broken (depending on what his intentions are). Daichi can control the state of its hardness, though going between the hardened ice state and making it brittle like an icepick about to snap off a ceiling in winter takes time to do so effectively. With the combined elemental quirks his parents have - his father's absolute zero quirk and his mother's control over natural ground - the perfect marriage between the two have taken shape in his own. Daichi knows he lacks in some areas and because of his lack of mastery, specifically being able to shift between brittle and solid ice, he has a long way to go. As it stands now, he can only extend his quirk to five feet in any direction of him but only either with brittle ice that wouldn't take much to completely obliterate or the kind of dense frost on the ground that one might find on a frozen body of water in the winter. Maintaining either take an immense amount of concentration, something of which requires Daichi to remain as stationary as possible. If he doesn't, the stability of what he has frozen - brittle or firm - may be compromised and just shatter within seconds.

Edenridge

TIMESTAMP: Flashback || Sophomore Year - Spring Semester (right before Summer)

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A week before finals and Danny was royally screwed. He only had a weekend to study for all the subjects he hated and all he could do was think about beating Rye in a stupid love game. Love… sex… same thing. They were both equally stubborn so neither were going to tap out just yet. The end of this coming summer would be the end of their game. They had made their bets at the winter formal when Rye sarcastically joked his fuck list — pardon the language — was larger than Danny’s. Danny took that personally.

Now he was sitting at a picnic table with his team, the legacies of the Elite, surveying prospects while the rest of them complained about school. If they got lower than a B that would mean they’d be put on probation from the team. None of them wanted probation. They loved basketball, it's what kept them going since most of them absolutely hated school. In Danny’s case it wasn’t school per say, it was the fact that he had to do homework and study. Homework sucked. Studying sucked. Okay, school sucked too. If he could, he'd skip highschool just to pursue basketball professionally. Unfortunately, his parents said he needed an education. How lame was that?

As he closely observed all the pretty girls, his mischievous gaze trailed from a cheerleader’s backside to her tight jean wearing, emo looking boyfriend’s booty. They weren’t facing him so he couldn’t make out who they were but the guy’s plump toosh was distracting as hell. Before he could get caught staring for too long, he brought his attention to his brothers-in-arms only for him to be rewarded with quite a disgusting sight.

Danny went from being turned on to disgusted in a matter of seconds. River Jansen, #33, junior and Clayton’s Power Forward legacy, was sucking face with his girl, primitively and without a care in the world who was watching. His girl? Side piece? Friends with benefits? Whatever they were, they needed to chill. He didn’t understand why River couldn’t wait until after school. Lunch was about to end too. If they really needed to release stress they could just go to the janitor’s room and do a quickie. Goodness, Danny hated PDA.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he noticed Mika too wasn’t pleased with the sight. Mikhail Zima was the late David’s legacy and he took this borderline porno in the courtyard as his opportunity to bounce. Smart move. Outstanding even. Why didn’t Danny think of that first? Tapping his pen on a notebook with unanswered math problems, Danny watched his bro pack his belongings. Mika explained how he didn’t need to get an earful from Mr. Beau for being late again. Danny could understand that. Mr. Beau was kind to a point. Poke the bear too much though? Then the gavel dropped.

Just like that, the team was saved by the bell and River was up from the bench, after he left a hickey where the cheerleader’s cleavage was. Once he gave Danny a high five, he disappeared with his girl. Out of sight, out of mind. Soon after, the rest of the Legacies said their goodbyes and strode to class. For a moment, Danny did find himself frowning as he tried to get a read on Mika, his biggest competitor. It was still unreal that David was dead and he wondered how badly that impacted Zima. Before Mika went inside, Danny called out, “Fourteen! Sunday morning, let's start our week right. You, me, Lyon Park.” When Danny wanted to meet at the park court that meant he wasn’t looking for a fair game nor was he looking to play by professional standards. He wanted to play some streetball, have fun, and best Mika. All things that would start Finals week right.

“Yeah, I’ll be there Twenty-Seven!” Mika halfheartedly waved with his back to the reigning captain, arm raised high over his head.

About the same time that Mikhail had disappeared with a crowd of people, another equal-in-height, fair-skinned boy by the name of Marco Brady had been secretly half-eavesdropping at the table nearby. Marco wasn’t intentionally listening in. He had honestly been trying to work up the courage to approach. For ten minutes, but all he could do was just sit as normally as he possibly could, listening to the banter between the Elites. River Jensen and his girlfriend, Mikhail being grossed out by it but not being as vocal as Danny was.

Marco was at the table next to them for a few reasons. He had actually ate lunch at the table, so it was just the perfect cover, but for a while now, Marco has been hardcore crushing on Danny Belmonte. He has been for close to a year now. Ever since the Carlisle house party, it’s only become stronger. More intense. He’s tried to date people here and there. Friends would set him up with girls, but Marco always blew them off (politely, mind you) because his heart was taken by another. Danny just didn’t know it.

But now that the coast was clear, Marco made his move, walking up to the table. “Hey Danny!” He greeted the Italian boy with a bright smile and a wave that made his stomach tighter than wearing his clothes from junior high. It was so awkward and he wasn’t sure what else to say. “Hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time! Just saw ya and thought I’d say hey..”

Marco Brady wasn’t someone Danny usually hung out with but since the party that Allison tragically died at they were more amicable with each other in the halls. They didn’t really hangout much outside of school but if Danny had to kill time in between classes or before practice and Marco happened to be there, why wouldn’t he talk to him? He was finding it oddly enjoyable, in a needed distraction kind of way, to listen to the soccer boy’s passions for Rock Lee and the sorts.

Honestly, prior to Marco, Danny didn’t do anything but live and breathe basketball. Well that was a lie, sorta. When he did have downtime, he carved wood in his dad’s man shed, planted flowers with his mother, played paintball with the boys, or watched films, usually of the spy or action-thriller variant. The Italian Stallion wasn’t a complicated boy, he knew what he liked and kept to it like clockwork. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued with the geek world, especially with how Marco talked about his interests.

He was so full of life, with an infectious smile. Excitable, like a hyperactive puppy. Undoubtedly and unapologetically himself, Marco made the young Captain of the Edenridge Celtics want to get into hobbies absolutely foreign to him. He even convinced Danny he could do more than just be a kitchen assistant. He made Danny believe he could actually cook a good meal. Marco would be a good salesman if he really wanted to. “Nah Pup,” Danny rested his chin on his palm, his elbow on his math notebook, as he glanced up to meet his unlikely friend’s gaze, “I got a free period now, so I’m just going to die here and try to study so my dad doesn’t kill me. How ‘bout you? Things been aiiight?”

Marco had partially frowned when he noticed how negatively Danny sounded when he spoke about studying. It was somewhat of a foreign concept to him because he did rather well with most subjects. English was one that he half-struggled with. “Anything I can do to help?” He asked, taking a seat opposite of Danny. “I got a free period too. I was originally gonna run a few laps. Coach Rojas said I could, but that can wait.” And there he went rambling on again. Marco really had the bad habit, especially when he didn’t know what point he didn’t want to get across. “I can help..if you want it!”

“I don’t even know where to start!” Danny dramatically complained as he looked down at his poor note taking and his study guides. “Like first of all, quizzes and tests should not exist. And secondly, why do I gotta’ get good grades to play basketball?” Whimpering like a big guard dog with a soft center, the thicker jock rested his head on his math notebook and lamented, “Just plan my funeral right now. Danny Belmonte. Death by school. Why live?” Maybe he should bug Rye to come over this weekend and help him study but the idea of studying and convincing himself to do just that was the initial problem. Danny did not want to study. At all. It wasn’t fun and quite frankly, it was a waste of time. Why was the world so cruel?

“There will be no dying today!” Marco protested with a smile and his usual positive outlook. He didn’t blame Danny for feeling like this about math. It was a hard subject. Geometry was hard if you didn’t understand the basics. He wasn’t doubting that Danny did, but stuff on the finals, or at least what Marco was assuming, was more advanced than what they had covered at the top of the year. “You have my sword!” Marco professed. He felt a need to stand up, but he settled for a slamming of his fist on the table in a dramatic way.

In faux amusement, Danny drawled, “Wooooo…” He was already exhausted from studying and all they did was plan to study together. “How about this,” Danny closed his notebook and gave the soccer jock a mischievous grin, “Why don’t you put your sword away, for now, and this weekend come over to my place and we go into battle, one subject at a time. Crash course it up! Studying like there is no tomorrow! But, for now…” Danny swiped all his things unceremoniously into his backpack, got up from the table, threw it over his shoulder, and gestured for Marco to follow him, “Wanna see something cool?”

Like the nerd that he was, Marco made a motion with his arms as though he was sheathing the invisible sword. His curiosity was piqued when Danny gestured to him. “Do I ever!” The usual optimism and high energy that Marco Brady embodied all day, every day, carried him into a brisk walk beside Danny.

“Do you like scary stories?” Danny walked through the courtyard and to the football field. There was no one there which made this journey quite blissful on this beautiful June day. As they walked through the field, heading straight to an area gated off, with unruly bushes, a couple of trees with creeping mildew, and leaves curled unhealthily, Danny strolled down the field, right in the center, making his way to this foreboding, off-limits, cut off section that was away from the rest of the world. A neglected part of the school grounds that could be a garden oasis if someone took the time to maintain it. “Do you know anything about the Unlucky Clover curse?”

“I grew up on Courage the Cowardly Dog, so that was pretty scary to endure through - but I loved it too!” It may not have been what everyone thought of first when the topic of scary stories came up, but it was the first thing he could think of as they walked across the football field. There was a lot of horrifying imagery that made a little Marco shit his pants one too many times, yet he never stopped watching it. Despite everything, it was one of his favorites. Even the King Ramses episode, which apparently everyone hated for a myriad of reasons. Shockingly, that was one of the few Marco didn’t get traumatized by.

As they reached their destination, Marco saw a lackluster section. He never saw nor heard of the part of school. He didn’t know it existed, but Danny Belmonte apparently knew a lot more than the Edenite of three years did. “Unlucky Clovers?” He repeated so he could think about it. The cheerleaders were clovers, right? Maybe it had something to do with that? No that couldn’t be it. “Well I know four-leaf clovers are lucky, so what is it like a five-leaf clover is bad luck?” Marco truly didn’t know -- at least, what he suspected he didn’t have enough confidence to put his guess out there. “Why? What are they? Where exactly are we, Danny?”

“1953. Karen Nowinski,” Danny began, as he forced the slit, cut by a student many years ago, of the chain link gate to open more. Gesturing for Marco to go into the thick of it first and to follow the faded gravel path, Danny watched the other boy carefully as he embarked on a storytime journey, “She was popular, pretty, and full of promise. AND she was the cheer captain of our Clovers, just like Allison was. The queen of the castle.”

In time, Danny was taking the lead again. The deeper they went into this forbidden overgrown garden, the creeper it got. It was quiet. Too quiet. All that could be heard was their footsteps on the ground and their soft breathing. “Someone like that could get anyone she wanted and she did. She was perfect. Why wouldn’t she? She sat on her throne, leading the Clovers to victory, and most importantly, she was seen. All she ever wanted was to be seen.” He paused, with fast reflexes he pulled Marco to him, catching his friend from almost tripping over a branch.

Whether it was the story that had his attention or he just didn’t see that branch, but Marco was falling forward. Thank god for the sturdy safety net in the form of Danny Belmonte. Chuckling as he collected himself, he said, “Thanks for that.” Marco wasn’t clumsy, but easily distracted, so he may as well be.

Danny continued.

“There was this one particular boy, shy and unassuming, Gregory Mooney was his name. Her boy next door loved her dearly.” He stopped in his tracks, seeing the apple tree that marked they were almost there. Almost to his spot, that wasn’t all bad once you went inside. “You know this place used to be beautiful. Back then Edenridge’s garden club took their job very seriously. Nowadays not so much. Under this apple tree here, Greg spilled his heart, telling her all his life he loved her and only her, and you know what? She liked him back. Loved him, she said. Of course… this isn’t a love story.”

Could have fooled me. But Marco was aware that this wasn’t a love story…despite everything being told. Danny said this was a scary story, so there was bound to be a plot twist somewhere. What could it be? Marco wondered as he looked at Danny with his undivided attention on the Italian jock.

Turning around to face Marco, Danny crossed his arms and sighed, really speaking passionately of his knowledge on this tale, “Her friends showed up and laughed at him. Laughed at him like he was a joke. A fool. And not good enough for Edenridge’s sweetheart. Karen didn’t, no couldn’t, lose face. If she did, she’d fall from grace. Be at the bottom. She couldn’t risk that. She couldn’t risk being ridiculed. She couldn’t risk being invisible. And so, she broke his heart. Shattered it. Setting her fate in stone.”

“How cruel,” he mouthed out loud. It didn’t anger him per se. He had to imagine things back then were different than they were now. People were more accepting of how their friends felt for someone else, or at least that’s what Marco liked to believe. His stomach tightened up. What was it he felt? Empathy pains? Yeah that’s probably it. Though maybe deep down, a sense of relation passed through him. Could that be his future with Danny? God he hoped not.

Finally, Danny led his friend to their final destination. A small building, disused and abandoned. An old girls bathroom, with nature taking over it. Over the years it became a safe place and sanctuary for teens. Whether they were burners or loners, or kids just needing to get away, this bathroom was here, ready to provide them shelter. Doesn’t change the fact that it was cursed. Haunted with dead cheerleaders, the story gods say. “This is the place Greg was found and arrested for the murder of Karen Nowinski. On the night of the annual basketball charity game, Celtics versus Monarchs, he drowned her in the lake cursing the Clovers for brainwashing her and blaming them for taking everything he ever loved away from him. All the best cheerleaders from that point on would be accompanied by misery and every so often a cheerleader just like her - popular, pretty, and full of promise - would see her… wet and with his hand marks around her neck… moments before they…” Dramatically Danny pretended he had a noose around his own neck, crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out. To add to the theatrics, he made a sound like he was choking before he finished with a whisper, “…died.”

Marco jumped at that final word. The shock of the tale lingered for a few minutes, but the immediate reaction that he had with Danny’s choice of theatrics was a slight nudge of the larger boy’s shoulder. Of course, Marco being so tiny in comparison, it didn’t do much but the spirit of the act was there and couldn’t be denied.

As he took the next few moments to collect and run back everything Danny told him, his first thought was about how that story made him feel. His best friend was a cheerleader. He knew others, too, that were cheerleaders. At some point, he wondered, did they come to know this knowledge? Was it like a rite of passage for them? He could be jumping the gun. It’s not like he actually knew what it was like to be a Clover.

But holy heavenly spirit, this really wasn’t what Marco had expected. And now he couldn’t help but look around. Curiosity killed the cat, but the only animal around was the hunk with a morbid grin on his face and Marco, so they were safe. He started to walk around and examine the building and then the bathroom. He walked ahead, slowly but with the intent to explore, he stumbled upon a part of the building with a myriad of initials. “What’s all this?” He asked, turning his head and glancing at Danny, his right index finger of a half-bent wrist pointing to it.

“History,” Danny nodded as he stepped forward and traced his hand on the initials that decorated this wall. “As cursed as this place is said to be, the school deciding it should be put to rest, abandoned, just like the dead are, kids still found a way to it… a hideaway, an escape, a lover’s den,” Unintentionally, Danny glanced over at Marco when he said that last part: a lover’s den. His eyes fixated on the other boy’s gaze, before he smiled, “This is like sixty something years of kids making their mark.”

Stepping closer to Marco, leaning towards him, Danny’s chest brushed against the smaller boy’s side as he insisted, “Check this out.” He pointed to a SJ x SL. “That’s Officer James and Mrs. Ramsey, Mei’s mom, or well Miss Ling when she was younger. They were highschool sweethearts. Oh!” Danny shifted himself to where he was behind Marco and pointed to a cluster of signatures above them. RL, WR, JSW, SC, JC. “The Gallows. Jericho, the guy at the record store, says they were short lived but the music they produced makes you feel like… those that are meant to be, will be. Souls bound together connected by music. Connected by love. Connected by… fate.” He paused again, looking down at the boy following his hands with intrigue. There was a short instant where he felt like he was looking too long, so he brought his eyes back up to the signatures, keeping his mind distracted, for good reasons, “Sadly, all good things come to an end and they are now gold dust in Edenridge history. Pretty cool, huh?”

Danny wasn’t looking at Marco at this point. Whether he was standing close intentionally or not was hard to tell, but he made sure to keep his attention on the names and not the boy that was inches away from him. Danny hadn’t written his initials yet. It felt silly to do it alone, at least for him. But seeing all these kids of Edenridge’s past find sanctuary in a bathroom, writing their initials to engrave their presence, made him hopeful that though there was so much hurt and so much pain, there was still good in the world. David’s death hit home for him but he didn’t want to fail his memory, Coach’s legacy, or the Elite. He wanted to make them proud in the only way he knew how. He wanted to shine, just like them. All these souls, whether friends or lovers or perfect strangers, found each other and found this place. Souls bound. Soulmates. Souls turned stories. Beautiful, really, how all these alumni found their chosen family. Found home.

“Yeah..Pretty cool…” Marco spoke in a barely audible whisper-like tone, now realizing that Danny was behind him and so close that he could feel the significantly stockier boy’s voice on his skin, making it tingle to the point where Marco felt his arms and knees grow weak.

Focus, Marco. C’mon you gotta f-o-c-u-

But focus he didn’t. All his mind could think about, all Marco could allow himself to obsess over was his scent. Something about it was familiar. Sweet. Spicy. Intoxicating. His senses were blinded and caught off guard. He went forward, but as he tripped over what he thought was maybe a loose step was just air. It didn’t matter, though. As he tripped over something invisible, Marco fell back, feeling the backside of his shoulder blades hit Danny’s firm chest. He lost all sense of balance as he made a sound of panic. Words came but none of them were known to any recorded human language.

Breaking the fall with, well, with himself, Danny held Marco in his arms, steadying him and the soccer jock’s suddenly weak legs. He was surprised to see that Marco, even with his athletic build, was light as a feather and he assumed, easy to pick up. Leaning his head forward to get a better look at Marco’s face, Danny intently gazed into the other boy’s dreamy, hopeful eyes and asked, “Are you alright?” Concern was written on his face. He didn’t even realize how tightly he was holding onto Marco but what he was aware of was how gorgeous Marco’s eyes were, like a perfect spring sky. There was something about the way he smiled and how his face radiated warmth like the gentle sun that made it hard for Danny to pull away. He liked looking at Marco. “Do you need water?”

As he found himself in his crush’s strong, muscular, yet soft arms, Marco was in heaven. He felt lightheaded by whatever was happening at this very moment, but make no mistake: whether God was a man, woman, or some ambiguous, androgynous being, he was in their kingdom and had been transported by the Italian hunk who had the most compassionate eyes. Like a meadow under a sunset sky.

Wait what did he say again?

Marco blanked for a solid half minute before he heard it like it was a delayed reaction. “Huh? Oh, yeah I’m fine. I just lost my footing is all--” And got lost in that intoxicating aroma you wear.

As he was coming to his senses, Marco didn’t even entertain the thought of addressing the position they were in. This was his best case scenario come true and he’d be a fool if he was going to do anything to ruin that.

Relieved, Danny gave a winsome smile and muttered, “Glad, great.” There was a moment where he just stood in that position, holding Marco, in a stupor. Marco wasn’t the only one being lured by charm and an addictive scent. Even with Danny going through the motions of their shared moment, his expression was unreadable. The only thing that could be read was from the glint in his eyes, the heat behind his stare, and how he looked at the other jock with adoration. He could feel a natural pull while his gaze fell on Marco’s lips.

Unfortunately for Marco, all good things don’t last forever. The warning bell, while faint and distant, seeing how they were in a small abandoned building a way away, brought Danny back. Quickly evaluating his predicament, he gently stood Marco up and released him, stepping away. Hiding any sort of embarrassment behind his cool stature and strong physique, Danny rubbed his neck and gestured to the exit that led back toward the school, “We should probably get going. But yeah, I hope you liked..” he gestured around him to the old and unsupervised bathroom. “… this.” He hoped Marco also enjoyed the time they spent together. It wasn’t a lot, but each time they did he looked forward to seeing him again. Seeing that big, goofy grin. One could hope.

Marco was left feeling conflicted. As the subtle sound of the warning bell had snapped him out of the heavenly state he was in, he still couldn’t peel his eyes away from Danny’s. He was slowly collecting himself. He didn’t want this to end, but sadly Father Time didn’t wait for anyone, much less a crushing Marco. Danny motioned towards the exit and Marco’s legs started to move on their own. “Yeah! I loved it.” Marco was on autopilot. “It was…an interesting experience. This place has a…I don’t know what to call it, but I like it. A lot!” Of course, the main reason for that was because Marco came here with Danny and it was just the two of them. Even if Danny didn’t actually know how he felt, just being here with him was enough for him.

“Oh yeah!” Danny had just remembered as he turned around on his heel, only to realize it might’ve been too sudden for his comrade. The clumsy boy that was Marco Brady went straight into his chest and once again Danny was steadying his friend within an embrace. He chuckled this time, finding Marco’s accident prone trait endearing and adorable. “Sorry… I should’ve warned you. But yeah, quick question,” Danny cleared his throat, watching Marco with a soft, yet careful gaze, “My place or your’s?”

As he once again found himself blessed with a face-first full of Danny’s toned chest, something he wished he could stay in forever, Marco grasped onto whatever willpower remained and only had pulled away for a short moment, though not by much as he didn’t have that much willpower. He met Danny’s eyes. Maybe it was just him and this moment that he was creating a different version of in his head, but when Danny just randomly asked his place or Marco’s, his mind went alive, scribbling any and all possibilities. He didn’t want to assume. He didn’t want to but he also couldn't stop himself from entertaining the possible scenario that Danny wanted…to go to his place and be…alone.

No, he’s not like that. At least, I don’t think he is.

Looking up at him, Marco went the safer way and said, “I’m sorry? My place or yours?” He asked with as minimal hope as he could show on his face, yet a very small part of him was hopeful and more terrified than he was willing to admit that Danny was asking him out on a date…

This reaction was rewarded with confusion as the muscular jock asked, “For studying?” Danny knew if he failed finals his life was over but maybe Marco didn’t like this whole gesture to get him to be more comfortable with him as a friend. Danny thought if he showed a side of him to Marco that he hadn’t seen before — the one intrigued by local stories and secrets, the one who had his own sanctuary at school, and the one who wasn’t all testerone and did care about more things than basketball — then he wouldn’t regret helping him out. Did he get ahead of himself? Did he assume Marco liked him as a friend but really was just being polite? Did he force himself onto Marco and now he was left with no choice but to say yes he’d help him? Was this all selfish of him and Marco wasn’t getting anything in return? “If you don’t want to, I understand. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want… or is there something you want? I can… sweeten the pot?”

Briefly, Marco could see another side of Danny. The side that thinks more than he gives off. A side full of self doubt as if one wrong move he makes, he’d upset someone. In Danny’s case, that would be his father. The man that expected him to do his best. Always his best. Danny didn’t want to lose his chance to have a study buddy but at the same time he didn’t want to force someone to do something they didn’t want solely because he was being desperate right now. Still, there could be the off chance that Marco actually wanted to help him. That Marco liked him beyond the obvious fact that Danny was a dumb jock. Or was he getting his hopes up on something that wasn’t true? Did Marco only like him because he was popular and hot? Did Marco even like him?

Almost immediately, he shook his head, waving his arms slightly. “Oh no no! I do I do! I just wasn’t sure what you meant is all!” He had to clear his head of all impure thoughts, all distractions and focus on what Danny asked. Before they came here, Marco offered to help him study. That’s what this was about. Marco’s initial offer to help Danny out. “We can go to your place if you want! I don’t think there’ll be any peaceful quiet at mine - not with my younger sister and brother.” Marco had a half-grimacing expression on his face. It wasn’t so much that they would bother Marco, but Marcella and Emiliano loved to have their own screaming matches. Sometimes it was about nothing. Actually, ninety percent of the time, it was about nothing worth all that energy, but those two were like Madara and Hashirama: always fighting no matter the circumstances. And of course, that led to Ma doing the same with them. Hardly what one might call ideal studying zen zone.

“Great, yeah, awesome!” Danny’s demeanor changed once more, relieved that Marco seemed to want to help him. All his worry was inside his head. He was doing the most by making up problems. Marco liked him. “I mean my house can get pretty loud too but we can drown out the noise with music. And,” he eagerly added, “My mom will definitely cook something big for dinner if she knows you’re coming.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Danny was now completely ecstatic at the possibility of not tanking his finals. He surveyed his study buddy, wondering already how he could properly thank him when this weekend was all said and done. Glancing at his wrist watch, he yelped in surprise, “Oh snap! We’re late. We better get going.” Instead of leaving right away, Danny gleamed at the boy, looking straight into his eyes with joyous admiration. Gently, he ruffled Marco’s hair and expressed his gratitude, “Thank you. This means a lot to me, and if you need anything, anything, I want you to know I’m just a phone call away.”

Under normal circumstances, Marco’s instinctual response might’ve been to push Danny’s hand aside, but never in a million years would he do that. Not with him. With a smile, he nodded. “I’ll hold you to that!” In a rare showing, Marco teased the hulking jock as he took the charge. As the Winger of the soccer team, Marco was fast. Haste might’ve been his motivator because they were late, but something in Marco came alive. Seeing the way Danny was looking at him lit a fire under him. How long that might last remained to be seen, but he was going to ride the storm for as long as the universe allowed him to.

{Bleach: Ascension}

【Igarashi, Denki 】

【I am the Storm】

_{~"The calm before the storm."~}

Hider

【Personal Info】

Hider

【Name: Igarashi Denki

Meaning: Electrifying Fifty Storms

【Nicknames: TBD
【Alias: TBD
【Age: 233
【Age Appearance: 25
【Gender: Male
【Race: Shinigami
【Former Rank: Ryoka.
【Former Division: 11th Division

【Additional Appearance Info:

Standing 6’2 and weighing roughly around 185lbs, Denki is a fairly average looking man. His eyes are amber and his hair medium brown, the latter of which is partly spiky in some areas but mostly falls naturally down his long face. It is mostly unkept until he needs it not to be and falls all the way down to his shoulder. Sometimes he will tie it up in a small ponytail, but for the most part, Denki lets it naturally fall whenever it may. Denki is a lean man, built like someone who doesn’t conscious condition his body, but from all of the running he does due to the hazard of his side hustle, his habit of getting into fights, and basically everything else he does that involves heavy lifting, Denki manages to keep himself in tip, top shape.

Denki is flashy and maybe that puts a target on his back, but he’s known for wearing a sort of trademark red shihakusho-like outfit comprising of a red top and a black bottom (though it might be just a dark shade of brown).

【Personality:

Denki Igarashi is anything but ordinary. There are two sides to this man: the calm and the storm. The calm is what everyone sees upon first meeting and the storm is what they see when they trigger something in him. Both could be unpleasant depending on who they are, but only one is dangerous.

An all around positive individual, Denki is a fun time and a half to be around. He’s full of energy and life that when someone is around him, depending on how they receive his brand of liveliness, he’ll either be their favorite person or be on their most-hated list. Likewise, that energy and fun-loving side could also lead down a mischievous and general lack of respect for authority, which is ironic since he became a soul reaper. He avoids his problems like the plague and sometimes that also means responsibility. There’s a certain laziness to this man, which further ties into his natural electricity and fondness to have fun all the time.

He is also extremely cunning and has been shown to manipulate people for his needs. This comes in many forms. He generally doesn’t use his cunning for evil, but it does have a selfish origin. Having to survive in some harsher Rukon districts, Denki learned that he had to be a step ahead of the game. His more-than-average perception came into play here long before he used it to its full effectiveness. He observed those around him and used it to his advantage. Sometimes he went a bit far with it and landed himself into hot water, so any chance he could think of getting out of it, he did.

But when push comes to shove, Denki doesn’t hesitate to get his revenge. His thirst for battle and natural affinity for trouble (whether he willingly creates it or not) is a no-brainer for a future Squad 11 member. He loves everything about battle, but he does have a temper. Anger him in one of the few ways that you can and you might understand why they call him The Unlucky. It’s not just about him - but those who fight him tend to be unlucky, as well.

【Biography:

A wasteland that had the ruins of a once thriving civilization was now plagued by an ever-present, nonstop thunderstorm, the likes that would only be found at the top of an active volcano. The sounds of a terrible cull, high-pitched roar from the clouds above penetrate even the deafest of ears. Lightning strikes at all parts, shattering rock, ridding decaying mountains of their tops that are immediately regenerated as though a twisted circle of life is ever-present in this place.

The sounds of terrible rolling thunder echo like a firm reminder that there is no calm before the storm - not here. Not in Akuraicho's domain.

And the mixture of terror and death, the very essence of the storm, persists, echoing the name "Denki..." in such a deep baritone voice, yet go unanswered. "Denki...You are too weak." There it was again, though this time more concise. Clearer in a way that the words would reach who they were meant for, yet as time passed, nobody by the name of Denki answered.

And thus the storm remained. It continued on, ravaging the land in a vicious cycle until that which destroyed all could finally be acknowledged by the one he called out to. Until Denki Igarashi could hear Akuraicho's summons.

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Life for Denki Igarashi, for several years, had been one of mystery and lapses in his memory up until a certain point. Every so often when he would sleep, he’d see images of something that haunted his mind after waking. Images of a monster calling out to him. Images of thunder and lightning reaking havoc on a land that was both completely unknown to him, while at the same time, eerily familiar.

Strange, isn’t it? How could he know what it was if he had not been there before?

This became a rather recurring theme for Denki as he traveled from one Rukon District to the other. He originally found his home in the North, but trouble followed Denki Igarashi like that dream. Or would be it be appropriate to call it a vision? It followed him regardless and followed him it did. Like a cloud of misfortune. Whether north, south, east, or west, peaceful district or in the rather violent and aggressive district of Zaraki, Denki always found himself into trouble. Some might say the name Denki Igarashi was bad luck because he always found himself into situations that, aside from him stating otherwise, became as bad as they were because of his own doing.

To most, Denki is a victim of his own making, but to him, he’s just really popular.

Indeed. Denki takes all this supposed bad luck, smear campaigns of his name, and the eventual confrontations that lead to either terrible beatdowns of this raven-haired freeloader (not his words), with the tiniest grain of salt. It’s all overhyped. Who cared if Denki scammed people out of their yen or used the handy dandy five-finger discount on certain venders in some districts. Or maybe he pisses off a gang or two to the point where there was a bounty put out on him right down to a picture too.

And guess what! The picture…poster…whatever you want to call it was in color and even had descriptors. Gotta hand it to these gangs: they’re well-connected.

-average height
-black hair. Long
-wears red on his robe

They didn’t get a flattering drawing of his face, but when Denki first saw it, even he had to admit “damn, they really do love me!”

Of course they didn’t, but Denki couldn’t help but laugh about it.

That was, at least, until they found him.

At first they were angry and rightfully so. This was a local gang in this south rukon district that Denki owed some money to. They demanded he pay them back in full (plus interest).

Now this wouldn’t be such a bad demand. Denki wasn’t so full of himself (he was) to say that they weren’t making fair demands (they definitely weren’t). But he had to be smart about this. He had their money on him, but there was a moral dilemma he was fighting with. They wouldn’t spend it like it should. Sake and women were probably what these ogres would spend it on. But if he didn’t give them their money, odds were they’d beat him until they punched it out of him like some pinata.

Neither option seemed preferable.

So cunning Denki looked around momentarily.

And wow oh wow, the luck of the moment. He saw someone who had dark hair, red on his robe, and was of equal height. He had an idea at that moment: to use his guile and manipulate these idiots, stating “I’m not the man you want! He is!” and he promptly pointed to the man walking in the opposite direction.

And guess what? They fell for it!

And proceeded to start to beat the crap out of the man that looked a lot like Denki. Almost crazily so. As they did that, Denki had another moral dilemma. He had lied to those idiots and said he wasn’t Denki Igarashi. Obviously he was, but with that coincidental lookalike of his, it was too easy, but now he was facing the wrath of something that was the consequence of something he did.

Not that he felt exceptionally guilty about it, but Denki was jealous of some of the action. He wanted to fight but not lose his money. Plus there wa something that he couldn’t explain, but this other man felt…familiar.

So in a classic move that would, though he didn’t know it at this time, be replicated multiple times, Denki joined the fight with this other man, easily fending off the men with someone who would much later become his other half. A true kindred spirit.

“Denki’s the name.”

And that would be the start of one of the closest friendships Denki would have. He just didn’t know it at the time.

【Notable Traits】

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【Likes/Dislikes】

✔ Just enjoying life
✔ Mitarashi Dango
✔ Fighting
✔ Naps

✘ Any trouble caused by his other half _{(though sometimes Denki causes it so it is what it is)}
✘ Anyone either in Squad 1 or that believes in the goody-two-shoes, rule-abiding, total-snitch behavior that Squad 1 represents. Just let Denki have his fun!
✘ Sour anything. Seriously, how can anyone like sour food?
✘ Facing the consequences of his actions

【Defining Traits】

Positive

▲ Energetic
▲ Observant
▲ Sanguine
▲ Cunning

Neutral

☯ Mischievous
☯ Has plenty of guile
☯ Carefree
☯ Embodies the philosophy of “carpe diem”

Negative

▼ Reckless
▼ Selfish
▼ Temperamental
▼ Obnoxious

【Relationships】

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NAME: Friend/Rival/Acquaintance/Superior Officer/Nemesis etc

Summary of Relationship. When they met, how long they've known one another, how they feel about them and why.

NAME: Friend/Rival/Acquaintance/Superior Officer/Nemesis/Lover/Spouse etc

Summary of Relationship. When they met, how long they've known one another, how they feel about them and why.

surname, Denji || Best friend, other half, occasional pain in the ass

Summary of Relationship. When they met, how long they've known one another, how they feel about them and why.

【Capabilities】

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【General Aptitude】

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Fighting Style:

Denki is what one might call a blitzing kind of fighter. He doesn't let up and he seldom takes up defense (unless it's detrimental for him to assume such a tactic). He might not be an unintelligent fighter per se, but he's always believed that the best way to win a fight is to make sure your opponent has no chance to land a hit, so he remains on the offensive. Quick strikes both punches and kicks, Denki also is fast. He tested high in both general mobility and through use of hoho. He uses the latter to evade most blows (unless someone proves to be faster than him).

He might have some skill with a sword (at least enough to hold his own with someone who might be average at best with one), but his preferred mode of combat is to use his hands, which he commonly refers to as "Thunder" and "Lightning".

Attributes

Reiryoku(Unused Points): 95 (0)

Reiatsu: 150 (2)

Strength: 25 - Average
Resilience: 5 - Dismal
Mobility: 50 - Impressive
Spirit: 15 - Unremarkable

Skills

Proficiency: 285 (0)

Zanjutsu: 27 - Layman
Hakuda: 89 - Practitioner
Kido: 0 - Untrained
Hoho: 120 - Adept
Perception: 49 - Layman

【Specialization】

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Kyōi Zankyō-ken: (Echoing Thunder Strikes) Hakuda Practitioner | Hoho Adept.

Meaning "Echoing Thunder Strikes," this specialty capitalizes on Denki's exceptional Hoho and developing Hakuda Proficiencies to create a style of attacks more potent than either skill could produce on their own. Practically speaking, Kyōi Zankyō-ken is a style of attack that utilizes the momentum of the user's footwork to empower their strikes, or uses their swiftness to drastically increase the speed of concurrent attacks in exchange for somewhat reduced potency. Mechanically, this allows Denki to add a Proficiency Tier to his Hakuda attacks and choose whether they clash normally, or if they clash with the target's Hoho or Perception--defaulting to whichever of the latter two is lower.

【Artes】

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Shunpo(Hoho Practitioner):

Meaning “Flash Steps,” this technique, while not the pinnacle of Hoho, is the primary Arte afforded by the Skill. This Arte allows the user to move faster than the eye can easily follow by using as few steps as possible to cross a distance. The higher the user’s Hoho Proficiency, the faster and more efficient this Arte becomes. This technique clashes against the Perception Skill, meaning that the lower an individual’s skill value is, the more difficulty they will have predicting the trajectory of or even following the user’s movement. This becomes more pronounced if the Perception Skill is at a lower Proficiency Tier than the Shunpo User’s Hoho Skill.

Technique Name(Prerequisite):

Description

【Zanpakuto】

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Sealed State

_{~"What I'm about to show you will shock you."~}

Additional Description:
Type of Sword: Wakizashi
Length 23"/58.5cm
Color: Hilt is red with purple cord wrap || Sheath is amber, much like the color of Denki's eyes.
Guard Type: Circular


Attunement(Attunement Score): Phase One - Unattuned
Deviation: N/A

Inner World & Spirit (Thunderbird form || Human form):

The inner world of Akuraicho is a barren wasteland with ruins of a lost kingdom that could be implied it was once glorious spread across the many miles of the land. Mountain ranges surround it. It is plagued by a massive, red and orange-hued thunderstorm, with around-the-clock rolling thunder and lightning flashing, roars of Akuraicho filling the air, and then lightning crashing to the ground -- all of which happens every 12 seconds, with each one happening consecutively every three seconds.

Akuraicho is a zanpakuto who takes two forms. In his dreams long ago, Denki saw Akuraicho as the bringer of storms that he was, the literal storm that lived inside of Denki’s soul. Powerful and mighty, the monstrous form that Denki first witnesses was an anomaly because what he first saw was a thunder cloud, red, orange, and black, lightning striking the barren wasteland below and with a roar so loud that Denki swore it disrupted the heavens themselves. But when he spoke to him, his voice echoed like a titan, slow but powerful. In this form he is easily the most intimidating. His whole form was of cloud, lightning-shaped like a falcon in every way possible.

But in more recent times, as Denki himself became well adjusted, became centered, the beast he first met was no more -- or at least, the beast that was felt unnecessary for Akuraicho to show. In the beast’s stead was a man no taller than Denki nor heavier. He had pale skin, silver hair, and blue eyes. He wore a red trenchcoat that somehow mirrored the deep crimson hue of his avian-like form, and black pants.

Zanpakuto Personality: Akuraicho is as arrogant as they come. Self-righteous and believing into their own hype, Akuraicho has a temper almost as red as his hair. He has a bit of a violent streak too, explosive and blowing up at any given moment’s notice. He embodies the thunder and lightning he commands.

He serves as both master and, in his mind, superior to Denki. There have been many difficulties in terms of communication. Denki is lax in nature. He represents the calm before the storm that is his temperamental zanpakuto, yet there is reason why they mirror each other. Akuraicho views Denki as lazy, which plays a large part into their discord, but there is a small part of him that recognizes and acknowledges Denki as his master, even if they both are far from it ever being admitted openly.

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Shikai

_{~"Blitz everything into oblivion, Akuraichō (悪雷鳥 Malevolent Thunderbird)"~}

Denki holds both sword and sheath horizontally, with the bottom of the pommel and the end of the sheath are touching. Lightning of red sparks, circling around both sword and sheath and his spiritual pressure skyrockets, exploding around Denki in a fury of lightning as if he becomes the eye of hte storm itself. The red lightning slowly starts to pierce through both sword and sheath. Percision lightning strikes chip away, and those missing pieces reforge themselves on Denki's hands -- all of which happens in a matter of five seconds. It's like a flash and a literal case of lightning: blink and you'll miss it. The end product is a pair of two steel grey gauntlets that cover both hands and forearms. On it are odd designs of red and purple, constantly emitting a red electric aura around them. Within the aura is the very faint whistling, the battlecry of Akuraicho himself.

Ability:

Akuraicho might seem like an ordinary lightning-based zanpakuto and more or less, that is the case, but it's a lot more complex than that. It is, as a whole, an extension of Denki and what he's capable of. Fast, powerful, and aware, Akuraicho is a zanpakuto that feeds off of Denki's own feats and builds from it. With lightning-fast strikes that are aided by the very storm it embodies and hitting as loud and powerful as thunder itself, Akuraicho represents everything that thunder and lightning does as Denki represents what thunder and lightning does. At its most powerful (currently locked), Denki and Akuraicho together should literally be as powerful as fifty rounds of rolling thunder and crashing lightning.

Mechanics

Akuraicho allows Denki to Augment various maneuvers with his doubled reiatsu modifier in addition to allowing his Hakuda or Strength stat to clash with Spirit or Kido-based effects.

Techniques

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Tobikomu(Command: Dive, Akuraicho) - requires 40 attunement Tobikomu is the base and first technique that Akuraicho will teach Denki. As it utilizes the hakuda foundation of Denki's powers, Tobikomu is a technique in which Denki takes to the sky, aided by his mobility and hoho stats, as he dives down, his dives head first, extending his left arm forward. By doing this he becomes a speeding bullet of lightning, gathering momentum. His hand is open like a talon, like a claw that is aiming to strike the first thing it can, be it ground or person.

Mechanic

This techniques adds one tier of his Hoho to his Hakuda or one tier of his Mobility to his Strength depending on which stat is being used to clash.

Gekitotsu Command: Crash, Akuraicho - requires 80 attunement Gekitotsu is a mid-ranged offensive technique. Charging his spiritual energy into both gauntlets, for every punch that Denki unleashes, a bird-shaped blast of lightning is sent in the direction in front of him, a high-pitched scream emitting from the birds like that of a literal thunderbird striking fear into those it is about to destroy. This can be discharged either multiple times with weaker results or charged into one or both hands, released in a larger form. It doesn't lose much speed but there is a drawback of Denki being suspect to draining due to his average spirit.

Mechanic

This technique may clash using either the Spirit/Strength or Kido/Hakuda stats. If the fist and projectile hit at point blank range, half of Spirit/Kido is added to Strength/Hakuda before the clash or 'damage' is decided. The projectiles on their own use Spirit/Kido as the primary stat, while adding half of Strength/Hakuda to clash with the opposing stat where necessary.

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{Bleach: Ascension}

Apologies for the long ass wait, but completed sheet is a go!

【Igarashi, Denki 】

【I am the Storm】

_{~"The calm before the storm."~}

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【Personal Info】

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【Name: Igarashi Denki

Meaning: Electrifying Fifty Storms

【Nicknames: TBD
【Alias: TBD
【Age: 233
【Age Appearance: 25
【Gender: Male
【Race: Shinigami
【Former Rank: Ryoka.
【Former Division: 11th Division

【Additional Appearance Info:

Standing 6’2 and weighing roughly around 185lbs, Denki is a fairly average looking man. His eyes are amber and his hair medium brown, the latter of which is partly spiky in some areas but mostly falls naturally down his long face. It is mostly unkept until he needs it not to be and falls all the way down to his shoulder. Sometimes he will tie it up in a small ponytail, but for the most part, Denki lets it naturally fall whenever it may. Denki is a lean man, built like someone who doesn’t conscious condition his body, but from all of the running he does due to the hazard of his side hustle, his habit of getting into fights, and basically everything else he does that involves heavy lifting, Denki manages to keep himself in tip, top shape.

Denki is flashy and maybe that puts a target on his back, but he’s known for wearing a sort of trademark red shihakusho-like outfit comprising of a red top and a black bottom (though it might be just a dark shade of brown).

【Personality:

Denki Igarashi is anything but ordinary. There are two sides to this man: the calm and the storm. The calm is what everyone sees upon first meeting and the storm is what they see when they trigger something in him. Both could be unpleasant depending on who they are, but only one is dangerous.

An all around positive individual, Denki is a fun time and a half to be around. He’s full of energy and life that when someone is around him, depending on how they receive his brand of liveliness, he’ll either be their favorite person or be on their most-hated list. Likewise, that energy and fun-loving side could also lead down a mischievous and general lack of respect for authority, which is ironic since he became a soul reaper. He avoids his problems like the plague and sometimes that also means responsibility. There’s a certain laziness to this man, which further ties into his natural electricity and fondness to have fun all the time.

He is also extremely cunning and has been shown to manipulate people for his needs. This comes in many forms. He generally doesn’t use his cunning for evil, but it does have a selfish origin. Having to survive in some harsher Rukon districts, Denki learned that he had to be a step ahead of the game. His more-than-average perception came into play here long before he used it to its full effectiveness. He observed those around him and used it to his advantage. Sometimes he went a bit far with it and landed himself into hot water, so any chance he could think of getting out of it, he did.

But when push comes to shove, Denki doesn’t hesitate to get his revenge. His thirst for battle and natural affinity for trouble (whether he willingly creates it or not) is a no-brainer for a future Squad 11 member. He loves everything about battle, but he does have a temper. Anger him in one of the few ways that you can and you might understand why they call him The Unlucky. It’s not just about him - but those who fight him tend to be unlucky, as well.

【Biography:

A wasteland that had the ruins of a once thriving civilization was now plagued by an ever-present, nonstop thunderstorm, the likes that would only be found at the top of an active volcano. The sounds of a terrible cull, high-pitched roar from the clouds above penetrate even the deafest of ears. Lightning strikes at all parts, shattering rock, ridding decaying mountains of their tops that are immediately regenerated as though a twisted circle of life is ever-present in this place.

The sounds of terrible rolling thunder echo like a firm reminder that there is no calm before the storm - not here. Not in Akuraicho's domain.

And the mixture of terror and death, the very essence of the storm, persists, echoing the name "Denki..." in such a deep baritone voice, yet go unanswered. "Denki...You are too weak." There it was again, though this time more concise. Clearer in a way that the words would reach who they were meant for, yet as time passed, nobody by the name of Denki answered.

And thus the storm remained. It continued on, ravaging the land in a vicious cycle until that which destroyed all could finally be acknowledged by the one he called out to. Until Denki Igarashi could hear Akuraicho's summons.

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Life for Denki Igarashi, for several years, had been one of mystery and lapses in his memory up until a certain point. Every so often when he would sleep, he’d see images of something that haunted his mind after waking. Images of a monster calling out to him. Images of thunder and lightning reaking havoc on a land that was both completely unknown to him, while at the same time, eerily familiar.

Strange, isn’t it? How could he know what it was if he had not been there before?

This became a rather recurring theme for Denki as he traveled from one Rukon District to the other. He originally found his home in the North, but trouble followed Denki Igarashi like that dream. Or would be it be appropriate to call it a vision? It followed him regardless and followed him it did. Like a cloud of misfortune. Whether north, south, east, or west, peaceful district or in the rather violent and aggressive district of Zaraki, Denki always found himself into trouble. Some might say the name Denki Igarashi was bad luck because he always found himself into situations that, aside from him stating otherwise, became as bad as they were because of his own doing.

To most, Denki is a victim of his own making, but to him, he’s just really popular.

Indeed. Denki takes all this supposed bad luck, smear campaigns of his name, and the eventual confrontations that lead to either terrible beatdowns of this raven-haired freeloader (not his words), with the tiniest grain of salt. It’s all overhyped. Who cared if Denki scammed people out of their yen or used the handy dandy five-finger discount on certain venders in some districts. Or maybe he pisses off a gang or two to the point where there was a bounty put out on him right down to a picture too.

And guess what! The picture…poster…whatever you want to call it was in color and even had descriptors. Gotta hand it to these gangs: they’re well-connected.

-average height
-black hair. Long
-wears red on his robe

They didn’t get a flattering drawing of his face, but when Denki first saw it, even he had to admit “damn, they really do love me!”

Of course they didn’t, but Denki couldn’t help but laugh about it.

That was, at least, until they found him.

At first they were angry and rightfully so. This was a local gang in this south rukon district that Denki owed some money to. They demanded he pay them back in full (plus interest).

Now this wouldn’t be such a bad demand. Denki wasn’t so full of himself (he was) to say that they weren’t making fair demands (they definitely weren’t). But he had to be smart about this. He had their money on him, but there was a moral dilemma he was fighting with. They wouldn’t spend it like it should. Sake and women were probably what these ogres would spend it on. But if he didn’t give them their money, odds were they’d beat him until they punched it out of him like some pinata.

Neither option seemed preferable.

So cunning Denki looked around momentarily.

And wow oh wow, the luck of the moment. He saw someone who had dark hair, red on his robe, and was of equal height. He had an idea at that moment: to use his guile and manipulate these idiots, stating “I’m not the man you want! He is!” and he promptly pointed to the man walking in the opposite direction.

And guess what? They fell for it!

And proceeded to start to beat the crap out of the man that looked a lot like Denki. Almost crazily so. As they did that, Denki had another moral dilemma. He had lied to those idiots and said he wasn’t Denki Igarashi. Obviously he was, but with that coincidental lookalike of his, it was too easy, but now he was facing the wrath of something that was the consequence of something he did.

Not that he felt exceptionally guilty about it, but Denki was jealous of some of the action. He wanted to fight but not lose his money. Plus there wa something that he couldn’t explain, but this other man felt…familiar.

So in a classic move that would, though he didn’t know it at this time, be replicated multiple times, Denki joined the fight with this other man, easily fending off the men with someone who would much later become his other half. A true kindred spirit.

“Denki’s the name.”

And that would be the start of one of the closest friendships Denki would have. He just didn’t know it at the time.

【Notable Traits】

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【Likes/Dislikes】

✔ Just enjoying life
✔ Mitarashi Dango
✔ Fighting
✔ Naps

✘ Any trouble caused by his other half _{(though sometimes Denki causes it so it is what it is)}
✘ Anyone either in Squad 1 or that believes in the goody-two-shoes, rule-abiding, total-snitch behavior that Squad 1 represents. Just let Denki have his fun!
✘ Sour anything. Seriously, how can anyone like sour food?
✘ Facing the consequences of his actions

【Defining Traits】

Positive

▲ Energetic
▲ Observant
▲ Sanguine
▲ Cunning

Neutral

☯ Mischievous
☯ Has plenty of guile
☯ Carefree
☯ Embodies the philosophy of “carpe diem”

Negative

▼ Reckless
▼ Selfish
▼ Temperamental
▼ Obnoxious

【Relationships】

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NAME: Friend/Rival/Acquaintance/Superior Officer/Nemesis etc

Summary of Relationship. When they met, how long they've known one another, how they feel about them and why.

NAME: Friend/Rival/Acquaintance/Superior Officer/Nemesis/Lover/Spouse etc

Summary of Relationship. When they met, how long they've known one another, how they feel about them and why.

surname, Denji || Best friend, other half, occasional pain in the ass

Summary of Relationship. When they met, how long they've known one another, how they feel about them and why.

【Capabilities】

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【General Aptitude】

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Fighting Style:

Denki is what one might call a blitzing kind of fighter. He doesn't let up and he seldom takes up defense (unless it's detrimental for him to assume such a tactic). He might not be an unintelligent fighter per se, but he's always believed that the best way to win a fight is to make sure your opponent has no chance to land a hit, so he remains on the offensive. Quick strikes both punches and kicks, Denki also is fast. He tested high in both general mobility and through use of hoho. He uses the latter to evade most blows (unless someone proves to be faster than him).

He might have some skill with a sword (at least enough to hold his own with someone who might be average at best with one), but his preferred mode of combat is to use his hands, which he commonly refers to as "Thunder" and "Lightning".

Attributes

Reiryoku(Unused Points): 95 (0)

Reiatsu: 150 (2)

Strength: 25 - Average
Resilience: 5 - Dismal
Mobility: 50 - Impressive
Spirit: 15 - Unremarkable

Skills

Proficiency: 285 (0)

Zanjutsu: 27 - Layman
Hakuda: 89 - Practitioner
Kido: 0 - Untrained
Hoho: 120 - Adept
Perception: 49 - Layman

【Specialization】

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Kyōi Zankyō-ken: (Echoing Thunder Strikes) Hakuda Practitioner | Hoho Adept.

Meaning "Echoing Thunder Strikes," this specialty capitalizes on Denki's exceptional Hoho and developing Hakuda Proficiencies to create a style of attacks more potent than either skill could produce on their own. Practically speaking, Kyōi Zankyō-ken is a style of attack that utilizes the momentum of the user's footwork to empower their strikes, or uses their swiftness to drastically increase the speed of concurrent attacks in exchange for somewhat reduced potency. Mechanically, this allows Denki to add a Proficiency Tier to his Hakuda attacks and choose whether they clash normally, or if they clash with the target's Hoho or Perception--defaulting to whichever of the latter two is lower.

【Artes】

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Shunpo(Hoho Practitioner):

Meaning “Flash Steps,” this technique, while not the pinnacle of Hoho, is the primary Arte afforded by the Skill. This Arte allows the user to move faster than the eye can easily follow by using as few steps as possible to cross a distance. The higher the user’s Hoho Proficiency, the faster and more efficient this Arte becomes. This technique clashes against the Perception Skill, meaning that the lower an individual’s skill value is, the more difficulty they will have predicting the trajectory of or even following the user’s movement. This becomes more pronounced if the Perception Skill is at a lower Proficiency Tier than the Shunpo User’s Hoho Skill.

Technique Name(Prerequisite):

Description

【Zanpakuto】

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Sealed State

_{~"What I'm about to show you will shock you."~}

Additional Description:
Type of Sword: Wakizashi
Length 23"/58.5cm
Color: Hilt is red with purple cord wrap || Sheath is amber, much like the color of Denki's eyes.
Guard Type: Circular


Attunement(Attunement Score): Phase One - Unattuned
Deviation: N/A

Inner World & Spirit (Thunderbird form || Human form):

The inner world of Akuraicho is a barren wasteland with ruins of a lost kingdom that could be implied it was once glorious spread across the many miles of the land. Mountain ranges surround it. It is plagued by a massive, red and orange-hued thunderstorm, with around-the-clock rolling thunder and lightning flashing, roars of Akuraicho filling the air, and then lightning crashing to the ground -- all of which happens every 12 seconds, with each one happening consecutively every three seconds.

Akuraicho is a zanpakuto who takes two forms. In his dreams long ago, Denki saw Akuraicho as the bringer of storms that he was, the literal storm that lived inside of Denki’s soul. Powerful and mighty, the monstrous form that Denki first witnesses was an anomaly because what he first saw was a thunder cloud, red, orange, and black, lightning striking the barren wasteland below and with a roar so loud that Denki swore it disrupted the heavens themselves. But when he spoke to him, his voice echoed like a titan, slow but powerful. In this form he is easily the most intimidating. His whole form was of cloud, lightning-shaped like a falcon in every way possible.

But in more recent times, as Denki himself became well adjusted, became centered, the beast he first met was no more -- or at least, the beast that was felt unnecessary for Akuraicho to show. In the beast’s stead was a man no taller than Denki nor heavier. He had pale skin, silver hair, and blue eyes. He wore a red trenchcoat that somehow mirrored the deep crimson hue of his avian-like form, and black pants.

Zanpakuto Personality: Akuraicho is as arrogant as they come. Self-righteous and believing into their own hype, Akuraicho has a temper almost as red as his hair. He has a bit of a violent streak too, explosive and blowing up at any given moment’s notice. He embodies the thunder and lightning he commands.

He serves as both master and, in his mind, superior to Denki. There have been many difficulties in terms of communication. Denki is lax in nature. He represents the calm before the storm that is his temperamental zanpakuto, yet there is reason why they mirror each other. Akuraicho views Denki as lazy, which plays a large part into their discord, but there is a small part of him that recognizes and acknowledges Denki as his master, even if they both are far from it ever being admitted openly.

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Shikai

_{~"Blitz everything into oblivion, Akuraichō (悪雷鳥 Malevolent Thunderbird)"~}

Denki holds both sword and sheath horizontally, with the bottom of the pommel and the end of the sheath are touching. Lightning of red sparks, circling around both sword and sheath and his spiritual pressure skyrockets, exploding around Denki in a fury of lightning as if he becomes the eye of hte storm itself. The red lightning slowly starts to pierce through both sword and sheath. Percision lightning strikes chip away, and those missing pieces reforge themselves on Denki's hands -- all of which happens in a matter of five seconds. It's like a flash and a literal case of lightning: blink and you'll miss it. The end product is a pair of two steel grey gauntlets that cover both hands and forearms. On it are odd designs of red and purple, constantly emitting a red electric aura around them. Within the aura is the very faint whistling, the battlecry of Akuraicho himself.

Ability:

Akuraicho might seem like an ordinary lightning-based zanpakuto and more or less, that is the case, but it's a lot more complex than that. It is, as a whole, an extension of Denki and what he's capable of. Fast, powerful, and aware, Akuraicho is a zanpakuto that feeds off of Denki's own feats and builds from it. With lightning-fast strikes that are aided by the very storm it embodies and hitting as loud and powerful as thunder itself, Akuraicho represents everything that thunder and lightning does as Denki represents what thunder and lightning does. At its most powerful (currently locked), Denki and Akuraicho together should literally be as powerful as fifty rounds of rolling thunder and crashing lightning.

Mechanics

Akuraicho allows Denki to Augment various maneuvers with his doubled reiatsu modifier in addition to allowing his Hakuda or Strength stat to clash with Spirit or Kido-based effects.

Techniques

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Tobikomu(Command: Dive, Akuraicho) - requires 40 attunement Tobikomu is the base and first technique that Akuraicho will teach Denki. As it utilizes the hakuda foundation of Denki's powers, Tobikomu is a technique in which Denki takes to the sky, aided by his mobility and hoho stats, as he dives down, his dives head first, extending his left arm forward. By doing this he becomes a speeding bullet of lightning, gathering momentum. His hand is open like a talon, like a claw that is aiming to strike the first thing it can, be it ground or person.

Mechanic

This techniques adds one tier of his Hoho to his Hakuda or one tier of his Mobility to his Strength depending on which stat is being used to clash.

Gekitotsu Command: Crash, Akuraicho - requires 80 attunement Gekitotsu is a mid-ranged offensive technique. Charging his spiritual energy into both gauntlets, for every punch that Denki unleashes, a bird-shaped blast of lightning is sent in the direction in front of him, a high-pitched scream emitting from the birds like that of a literal thunderbird striking fear into those it is about to destroy. This can be discharged either multiple times with weaker results or charged into one or both hands, released in a larger form. It doesn't lose much speed but there is a drawback of Denki being suspect to draining due to his average spirit.

Mechanic

This technique may clash using either the Spirit/Strength or Kido/Hakuda stats. If the fist and projectile hit at point blank range, half of Spirit/Kido is added to Strength/Hakuda before the clash or 'damage' is decided. The projectiles on their own use Spirit/Kido as the primary stat, while adding half of Strength/Hakuda to clash with the opposing stat where necessary.

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Digimon: The Parallel Visage

This was...a lot to take in. Most of it didn't make any sense and Damian was trying to wrap his head around it. He mentioned JC as a joke and, if he was being honest, a bit of a guilt-tripping tactic. How would he be able to predict it would result in them actually revealing that they had actual Gods in this world?

He glanced down at Frimon, who was emulating those around him the best that he could but just stared blankly up at Damian for a moment. Their eyes met and then suddenly a golden ring with weird markings on it was tossed their way. Damian caught it with one hand. It fit into his palm quite nicely. Like the size of a couple of golf balls, closer to the size of a baseball. As he looked at it, he noted it was sturdy and hard, yet lightweight. The ring might as well be a feather in his palm.

"But that ring can be wielded by your partner, to tell if another digimon has ulterior motives for you."

A crimson gaze went from the little pink Digimon who tossed the ring to him to the lion-looking one that was wrapped around his neck. He saw him eying the ring, a glint in his eye different than before. "Is it...mine?" Frimon asked, moving his face closer to it. Something about the golden collar-like ring called to him.

Even if Damian didn't quite understand what this meant, it seemed helpful. "Thanks for the assist! You're pretty rad!" Damian grinned, giving the little pink mon a thumbs up. As he did that, Frimon slid his head through the ring as it easily fit its fleshy mane through it and it secured perfectly around its neck. Damian looked down and smiled. "A perfect fit!"

"...Perfect fit." Frimon seemed uncertain what to say. He knew something about this was meant to be, but he lacked some knowledge to know exactly why that was. The only thing he knew was that the pink mon who had threw it was a friend in his mind.

Looking around, Damian mostly listened to the same pink mon that tossed the ring their way talk about some wise, not-so-old mentor who told them all about them (the humans, that is) and about some device that 'linked humans and Digimon', which they apparently had in their possession.

The girl who spoke up first was kinda right but Damian was feeling like he could trust these little pink mons. They were helping them out, which apparently they didn't need to. These devices sounded helpful, but they'd give them to Damian and the others if they could, right? "What about that...mentor they mentioned?" Damian asked. His red gaze went quickly to the others but then to those who were now in the bubbles. "I meaaan, the devices sound really useful and they seem like they'd be really helpful to us right about now but if you're not willing to part with them for whatever reason, could ya tell us where this mentor person lives?" He looked at the little pink mon that gave him the ring for his little shoulder bud. "That seems like a reasonable ask, right?"

that's so meta || character storage thread

Igarashi Denki || Bleach: Ascension

【Igarashi, Denki 】

【I am the Storm】

_{~"The calm before the storm."~}

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【Personal Info】

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【Name: Igarashi Denki

Meaning: Electrifying Fifty Storms

【Nicknames: TBD
【Alias: TBD
【Age: 233
【Age Appearance: 25
【Gender: Male
【Race: Shinigami
【Former Rank: Ryoka.
【Former Division: 11th Division

【Additional Appearance Info:

Standing 6’2 and weighing roughly around 185lbs, Denki is a fairly average looking man. His eyes are amber and his hair medium brown, the latter of which is partly spiky in some areas but mostly falls naturally down his long face. It is mostly unkept until he needs it not to be and falls all the way down to his shoulder. Sometimes he will tie it up in a small ponytail, but for the most part, Denki lets it naturally fall whenever it may. Denki is a lean man, built like someone who doesn’t conscious condition his body, but from all of the running he does due to the hazard of his side hustle, his habit of getting into fights, and basically everything else he does that involves heavy lifting, Denki manages to keep himself in tip, top shape.

Denki is flashy and maybe that puts a target on his back, but he’s known for wearing a sort of trademark red shihakusho-like outfit comprising of a red top and a black bottom (though it might be just a dark shade of brown).

【Personality:

Denki Igarashi is anything but ordinary. There are two sides to this man: the calm and the storm. The calm is what everyone sees upon first meeting and the storm is what they see when they trigger something in him. Both could be unpleasant depending on who they are, but only one is dangerous.

An all around positive individual, Denki is a fun time and a half to be around. He’s full of energy and life that when someone is around him, depending on how they receive his brand of liveliness, he’ll either be their favorite person or be on their most-hated list. Likewise, that energy and fun-loving side could also lead down a mischievous and general lack of respect for authority, which is ironic since he became a soul reaper. He avoids his problems like the plague and sometimes that also means responsibility. There’s a certain laziness to this man, which further ties into his natural electricity and fondness to have fun all the time.

He is also extremely cunning and has been shown to manipulate people for his needs. This comes in many forms. He generally doesn’t use his cunning for evil, but it does have a selfish origin. Having to survive in some harsher Rukon districts, Denki learned that he had to be a step ahead of the game. His more-than-average perception came into play here long before he used it to its full effectiveness. He observed those around him and used it to his advantage. Sometimes he went a bit far with it and landed himself into hot water, so any chance he could think of getting out of it, he did.

But when push comes to shove, Denki doesn’t hesitate to get his revenge. His thirst for battle and natural affinity for trouble (whether he willingly creates it or not) is a no-brainer for a future Squad 11 member. He loves everything about battle, but he does have a temper. Anger him in one of the few ways that you can and you might understand why they call him The Unlucky. It’s not just about him - but those who fight him tend to be unlucky, as well.

【Biography:

A wasteland that had the ruins of a once thriving civilization was now plagued by an ever-present, nonstop thunderstorm, the likes that would only be found at the top of an active volcano. The sounds of a terrible cull, high-pitched roar from the clouds above penetrate even the deafest of ears. Lightning strikes at all parts, shattering rock, ridding decaying mountains of their tops that are immediately regenerated as though a twisted circle of life is ever-present in this place.

The sounds of terrible rolling thunder echo like a firm reminder that there is no calm before the storm - not here. Not in Akuraicho's domain.

And the mixture of terror and death, the very essence of the storm, persists, echoing the name "Denki..." in such a deep baritone voice, yet go unanswered. "Denki...You are too weak." There it was again, though this time more concise. Clearer in a way that the words would reach who they were meant for, yet as time passed, nobody by the name of Denki answered.

And thus the storm remained. It continued on, ravaging the land in a vicious cycle until that which destroyed all could finally be acknowledged by the one he called out to. Until Denki Igarashi could hear Akuraicho's summons.

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Life for Denki Igarashi, for several years, had been one of mystery and lapses in his memory up until a certain point. Every so often when he would sleep, he’d see images of something that haunted his mind after waking. Images of a monster calling out to him. Images of thunder and lightning reaking havoc on a land that was both completely unknown to him, while at the same time, eerily familiar.

Strange, isn’t it? How could he know what it was if he had not been there before?

This became a rather recurring theme for Denki as he traveled from one Rukon District to the other. He originally found his home in the North, but trouble followed Denki Igarashi like that dream. Or would be it be appropriate to call it a vision? It followed him regardless and followed him it did. Like a cloud of misfortune. Whether north, south, east, or west, peaceful district or in the rather violent and aggressive district of Zaraki, Denki always found himself into trouble. Some might say the name Denki Igarashi was bad luck because he always found himself into situations that, aside from him stating otherwise, became as bad as they were because of his own doing.

To most, Denki is a victim of his own making, but to him, he’s just really popular.

Indeed. Denki takes all this supposed bad luck, smear campaigns of his name, and the eventual confrontations that lead to either terrible beatdowns of this raven-haired freeloader (not his words), with the tiniest grain of salt. It’s all overhyped. Who cared if Denki scammed people out of their yen or used the handy dandy five-finger discount on certain venders in some districts. Or maybe he pisses off a gang or two to the point where there was a bounty put out on him right down to a picture too.

And guess what! The picture…poster…whatever you want to call it was in color and even had descriptors. Gotta hand it to these gangs: they’re well-connected.

-average height
-black hair. Long
-wears red on his robe

They didn’t get a flattering drawing of his face, but when Denki first saw it, even he had to admit “damn, they really do love me!”

Of course they didn’t, but Denki couldn’t help but laugh about it.

That was, at least, until they found him.

At first they were angry and rightfully so. This was a local gang in this south rukon district that Denki owed some money to. They demanded he pay them back in full (plus interest).

Now this wouldn’t be such a bad demand. Denki wasn’t so full of himself (he was) to say that they weren’t making fair demands (they definitely weren’t). But he had to be smart about this. He had their money on him, but there was a moral dilemma he was fighting with. They wouldn’t spend it like it should. Sake and women were probably what these ogres would spend it on. But if he didn’t give them their money, odds were they’d beat him until they punched it out of him like some pinata.

Neither option seemed preferable.

So cunning Denki looked around momentarily.

And wow oh wow, the luck of the moment. He saw someone who had dark hair, red on his robe, and was of equal height. He had an idea at that moment: to use his guile and manipulate these idiots, stating “I’m not the man you want! He is!” and he promptly pointed to the man walking in the opposite direction.

And guess what? They fell for it!

And proceeded to start to beat the crap out of the man that looked a lot like Denki. Almost crazily so. As they did that, Denki had another moral dilemma. He had lied to those idiots and said he wasn’t Denki Igarashi. Obviously he was, but with that coincidental lookalike of his, it was too easy, but now he was facing the wrath of something that was the consequence of something he did.

Not that he felt exceptionally guilty about it, but Denki was jealous of some of the action. He wanted to fight but not lose his money. Plus there wa something that he couldn’t explain, but this other man felt…familiar.

So in a classic move that would, though he didn’t know it at this time, be replicated multiple times, Denki joined the fight with this other man, easily fending off the men with someone who would much later become his other half. A true kindred spirit.

“Denki’s the name.”

And that would be the start of one of the closest friendships Denki would have. He just didn’t know it at the time.

【Notable Traits】

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【Likes/Dislikes】

✔ Just enjoying life
✔ Mitarashi Dango
✔ Fighting
✔ Naps

✘ Any trouble caused by his other half _{(though sometimes Denki causes it so it is what it is)}
✘ Anyone either in Squad 1 or that believes in the goody-two-shoes, rule-abiding, total-snitch behavior that Squad 1 represents. Just let Denki have his fun!
✘ Sour anything. Seriously, how can anyone like sour food?
✘ Facing the consequences of his actions

【Defining Traits】

Positive

▲ Energetic
▲ Observant
▲ Sanguine
▲ Cunning

Neutral

☯ Mischievous
☯ Has plenty of guile
☯ Carefree
☯ Embodies the philosophy of “carpe diem”

Negative

▼ Reckless
▼ Selfish
▼ Temperamental
▼ Obnoxious

【Relationships】

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NAME: Friend/Rival/Acquaintance/Superior Officer/Nemesis etc

Summary of Relationship. When they met, how long they've known one another, how they feel about them and why.

NAME: Friend/Rival/Acquaintance/Superior Officer/Nemesis/Lover/Spouse etc

Summary of Relationship. When they met, how long they've known one another, how they feel about them and why.

surname, Denji || Best friend, other half, occasional pain in the ass

Summary of Relationship. When they met, how long they've known one another, how they feel about them and why.

【Capabilities】

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【General Aptitude】

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Fighting Style:

Denki is what one might call a blitzing kind of fighter. He doesn't let up and he seldom takes up defense (unless it's detrimental for him to assume such a tactic). He might not be an unintelligent fighter per se, but he's always believed that the best way to win a fight is to make sure your opponent has no chance to land a hit, so he remains on the offensive. Quick strikes both punches and kicks, Denki also is fast. He tested high in both general mobility and through use of hoho. He uses the latter to evade most blows (unless someone proves to be faster than him).

He might have some skill with a sword (at least enough to hold his own with someone who might be average at best with one), but his preferred mode of combat is to use his hands, which he commonly refers to as "Thunder" and "Lightning".

Attributes

Reiryoku(Unused Points): 95 (0)

Reiatsu: 150 (2)

Strength: 25 - Average
Resilience: 5 - Dismal
Mobility: 50 - Impressive
Spirit: 15 - Unremarkable

Skills

Proficiency: 285 (0)

Zanjutsu: 27 - Layman
Hakuda: 89 - Practitioner
Kido: 0 - Untrained
Hoho: 120 - Adept
Perception: 49 - Layman

【Specialization】

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Kyōi Zankyō-ken: (Echoing Thunder Strikes) Hakuda Practitioner | Hoho Adept.

Meaning "Echoing Thunder Strikes," this specialty capitalizes on Denki's exceptional Hoho and developing Hakuda Proficiencies to create a style of attacks more potent than either skill could produce on their own. Practically speaking, Kyōi Zankyō-ken is a style of attack that utilizes the momentum of the user's footwork to empower their strikes, or uses their swiftness to drastically increase the speed of concurrent attacks in exchange for somewhat reduced potency. Mechanically, this allows Denki to add a Proficiency Tier to his Hakuda attacks and choose whether they clash normally, or if they clash with the target's Hoho or Perception--defaulting to whichever of the latter two is lower.

【Artes】

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Shunpo(Hoho Practitioner):

Meaning “Flash Steps,” this technique, while not the pinnacle of Hoho, is the primary Arte afforded by the Skill. This Arte allows the user to move faster than the eye can easily follow by using as few steps as possible to cross a distance. The higher the user’s Hoho Proficiency, the faster and more efficient this Arte becomes. This technique clashes against the Perception Skill, meaning that the lower an individual’s skill value is, the more difficulty they will have predicting the trajectory of or even following the user’s movement. This becomes more pronounced if the Perception Skill is at a lower Proficiency Tier than the Shunpo User’s Hoho Skill.

Technique Name(Prerequisite):

Description

【Zanpakuto】

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Sealed State

_{~"What I'm about to show you will shock you."~}

Additional Description:
Type of Sword: Wakizashi
Length 23"/58.5cm
Color: Hilt is red with purple cord wrap || Sheath is amber, much like the color of Denki's eyes.
Guard Type: Circular


Attunement(Attunement Score): Phase One - Unattuned
Deviation: N/A

Inner World & Spirit (Thunderbird form || Human form):

The inner world of Akuraicho is a barren wasteland with ruins of a lost kingdom that could be implied it was once glorious spread across the many miles of the land. Mountain ranges surround it. It is plagued by a massive, red and orange-hued thunderstorm, with around-the-clock rolling thunder and lightning flashing, roars of Akuraicho filling the air, and then lightning crashing to the ground -- all of which happens every 12 seconds, with each one happening consecutively every three seconds.

Akuraicho is a zanpakuto who takes two forms. In his dreams long ago, Denki saw Akuraicho as the bringer of storms that he was, the literal storm that lived inside of Denki’s soul. Powerful and mighty, the monstrous form that Denki first witnesses was an anomaly because what he first saw was a thunder cloud, red, orange, and black, lightning striking the barren wasteland below and with a roar so loud that Denki swore it disrupted the heavens themselves. But when he spoke to him, his voice echoed like a titan, slow but powerful. In this form he is easily the most intimidating. His whole form was of cloud, lightning-shaped like a falcon in every way possible.

But in more recent times, as Denki himself became well adjusted, became centered, the beast he first met was no more -- or at least, the beast that was felt unnecessary for Akuraicho to show. In the beast’s stead was a man no taller than Denki nor heavier. He had pale skin, silver hair, and blue eyes. He wore a red trenchcoat that somehow mirrored the deep crimson hue of his avian-like form, and black pants.

Zanpakuto Personality: Akuraicho is as arrogant as they come. Self-righteous and believing into their own hype, Akuraicho has a temper almost as red as his hair. He has a bit of a violent streak too, explosive and blowing up at any given moment’s notice. He embodies the thunder and lightning he commands.

He serves as both master and, in his mind, superior to Denki. There have been many difficulties in terms of communication. Denki is lax in nature. He represents the calm before the storm that is his temperamental zanpakuto, yet there is reason why they mirror each other. Akuraicho views Denki as lazy, which plays a large part into their discord, but there is a small part of him that recognizes and acknowledges Denki as his master, even if they both are far from it ever being admitted openly.

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Shikai

_{~"Blitz everything into oblivion, Akuraichō (悪雷鳥 Malevolent Thunderbird)"~}

Denki holds both sword and sheath horizontally, with the bottom of the pommel and the end of the sheath are touching. Lightning of red sparks, circling around both sword and sheath and his spiritual pressure skyrockets, exploding around Denki in a fury of lightning as if he becomes the eye of hte storm itself. The red lightning slowly starts to pierce through both sword and sheath. Percision lightning strikes chip away, and those missing pieces reforge themselves on Denki's hands -- all of which happens in a matter of five seconds. It's like a flash and a literal case of lightning: blink and you'll miss it. The end product is a pair of two steel grey gauntlets that cover both hands and forearms. On it are odd designs of red and purple, constantly emitting a red electric aura around them. Within the aura is the very faint whistling, the battlecry of Akuraicho himself.

Ability:

Akuraicho might seem like an ordinary lightning-based zanpakuto and more or less, that is the case, but it's a lot more complex than that. It is, as a whole, an extension of Denki and what he's capable of. Fast, powerful, and aware, Akuraicho is a zanpakuto that feeds off of Denki's own feats and builds from it. With lightning-fast strikes that are aided by the very storm it embodies and hitting as loud and powerful as thunder itself, Akuraicho represents everything that thunder and lightning does as Denki represents what thunder and lightning does. At its most powerful (currently locked), Denki and Akuraicho together should literally be as powerful as fifty rounds of rolling thunder and crashing lightning.

Mechanics

Akuraicho allows Denki to Augment various maneuvers with his doubled reiatsu modifier in addition to allowing his Hakuda or Strength stat to clash with Spirit or Kido-based effects.

Techniques

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Tobikomu(Command: Dive, Akuraicho) - requires 40 attunement Tobikomu is the base and first technique that Akuraicho will teach Denki. As it utilizes the hakuda foundation of Denki's powers, Tobikomu is a technique in which Denki takes to the sky, aided by his mobility and hoho stats, as he dives down, his dives head first, extending his left arm forward. By doing this he becomes a speeding bullet of lightning, gathering momentum. His hand is open like a talon, like a claw that is aiming to strike the first thing it can, be it ground or person.

Gekitotsu Command: Crash, Akuraicho - requires 80 attunement Gekitotsu is a mid-ranged offensive technique. Charging his spiritual energy into both gauntlets, for every punch that Denki unleashes, a bird-shaped blast of lightning is sent in the direction in front of him, a high-pitched scream emitting from the birds like that of a literal thunderbird striking fear into those it is about to destroy. This can be discharged either multiple times with weaker results or charged into one or both hands, released in a larger form. It doesn't lose much speed but there is a drawback of Denki being suspect to draining due to his average spirit.

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that's so meta || character storage thread

Damian and Liollmon || Digimon: The Parallel Visage

Human character

17 || Male

Damian isn't a tall boy but he isn't short either. Standing at an average 5'7", he's a lean skinny boy with hair as red as an active fire. Red is his favorite color. His hair is red and eyes are red. He bleeds red everything, but he also likes black. So of course his style includes that too. He wears very loose-fitting clothing that's one size too big on him. This includes oversized shirts and jackets. He doesn't do that for pants and shorts even though they look as though they are too big for him. He wears air jordans. REd and black, of course. They are the only really nice thing he owns - everything else he might own was either given to him or acquired through other, semi-not-legal means.

Brief Bio:

Damian has been described as hard to deal with. Which is technically not incorrect. Growing up, he didn't have it the best. He wasn't poor by any means, but he had to fight to survive. And that's what sums up Damian in a nutshell. He is a fighter. Now whether that means literally fighting on the street, because with his loud, obnoxious personality (both with kids at school, as well as at home where he mouths off to his parents), Damian is and always will be someone who just can't shut up. He's been grounded, beaten into submission by bigger kids on the block, and even had to fend off a group of them at a time. He learned to fight, learned when to shut up (still working on that part), and maybe - just maybe - learned that not everything in his head needs to be said out loud.

He's still working on that part.

Damian's parents worked all the time and it's mainly been him and his little sister, Brie. Yeah, he's got a little sister. Talk shit about her and you eat dirt!

Okay, maybe that's another reason why he fights so much. He gets very defensive and has a rather short fuse. But he's always tried to do the right thing despite his constant need to get into a little trouble (yeah he's also a rulebreaker too!) He's trying his best, though, and that's really all one can do: do their best no matter how many steps backward they take in the process.

Sovereign Connection:

Baihumon, the White Tiger of the West

Equipment:

-Smartphone - used to film stuff
-Skateboard - his main mode of transportation
-A backpack - has a few random junk items, but also has a few snacks and a couple of drinks (he always likes to snack on the go)
-Wallet - has some money, his ID, a few random pieces of paper stashed in it for whatever reason

Miscellaneous:

Damian is a scrapper, a fighter, and a skater. These mannerisms are active all day, every day. As such, expect him, when a fight presents itself, to not only be supportive of his mons, but he will join the fight in every way he can.

Also he rides his board almost everywhere he goes.

Main Partner

Liollmon

Male
_{Popomon → Friimon → Liollmon → Liamon → LoaderLeomon → REDACTED}

Personality:

It is said that partner digimon and tamer could be polar opposites so one balances out the other, but in Liollmon's case, it's like adding dumbass fighter to aggressive dumbass fighter. Because that's what Liollmon is. As an extension of Damian, Liollmon exhibits the same mannerisms: defensive, obnoxious, and aggressive. He shows affection in a different way than most mons do. He may growl but that's his way of making someone know that he likes them. It's the tone of the growl and what follows. He's also a rough player.

When with other friendly digimon, he tackles them, nibbles on them, and headbutts in a playful way. When against opposing/evil digimon, he is aggressive, territorial, and very protective over whoever he's protecting. He never gives up a fight even when he's injured. He will always fight and do so bravely (might be stupid of him too considering he doesn't go down until knocked unconscious).

Equipment:

N/A

Attacks:

Lio Claw - Slices (with the aim to cut) at the opponent with his sharp claws.
Critical Bite - Aims to bite at an opponent's vital spots with his sharps fangs. It's been known to have the potential to take down an adult/champion-level digimon, but the success rate is low.

Miscellaneous:

Liollmon seems to be obsessed with something called "salt and vinegar chips". (or will be depending on what happens in the RP)

𝘼 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙄𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 — A Pokemon Story

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Why did she always manage to get under her skin? Miki hated that about the icy blonde. Hated everything that she represented. The Alolan champion never wasted a single moment reminding Miki of that. She always thought she was hot shit, which was ironic since she looked like she came out of Lass Weekly. The hatred didn't come from her general personality and existence, though. It wasn't just because of her horrendous pokemon that Miki had occasionally caught on the television of whatever hotel or on the off chance she was at her home in Oreburgh City.

It was...everything. Everything about Melissa Elliot always rubbed her the wrong way. All of that superiority complex she had in her body and how she dressed made Miki Park's blood boil. Much like the fire types she believed were superior, she felt that red-hot anger boil to the surface, and Blitz, her Luxray had always been able to sense that in her. They had that close of a connection. As a result of that, as Melissa spoke ill of Miki, static was starting to be produced around the golden mane of her shiny Luxray.

She mulled over all of her words. She wanted to give Missy a piece of her mind, but as much as she wanted to (and she wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug expression off her face), Miki opted to use some restraint. "Not right now." She mouthed out loud enough for Blitz to hear and calm down.

As he sat down, pushing his soft fur against Miki's leg, she watched Missy walk away and aptly returned Blitz to his Pokeball, who made a sound that mirrored Miki's own feelings, she started to walk off the ship following Missy's frustrating exit. They might not be battling right now, but Miki wasn't going to let her get the last word.

She pulled up beside her, walking briskly, she saw the mansion get closer and closer. She glared at Missy but then cooled it, letting the fire in her simmer from a fireblast to an ember. "So if you're champion, what are you doing here then? Thought you had to stay there in case a challenger came knocking on your door." Miki hated she was actually curious. What had the world come to? "Not unless you lost and you were just blowing hot air to sound like you were some hot shit."