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My Hero Academia: Another Story

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My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Eira Winters / Antartica

Costume

Eira Winters

age: 17 • gender: F

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

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‹Hero Name›
Antartica

‹Quirk Name›
Artic Frost

‹Quirk Type›
Emitter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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‹Sample Post›

a memory of the past

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Breakfast University of Magic

What's worse than a failed attempt to break into somewhere you're absolutely not meant to be in?

Doing exactly that, and then getting caught. Liors breathed shakily, standing up. It may well have been worse than an actual trip through the forest, which was saying quite a lot. The least she could do was try and fix something. She wasn't sure what, but there was something.

"We'll be, um, out of your hair soon. Very soon. If, if you want to give us detention that's ok, probably. But we'll go now. If you'll let us," she said. It wasn't much, but it was the best she could do.

She took the opportunity to take a glance at the others that had joined them in this mess. No one who she didn't know or vagyely recognise, but certainly some she'd never talked to. Her eyes darted around wildly, unsure of how long she could look at someone before it got weird. There were some unusual looking people at this school, for sure.

My Not so Heroic Academia a.k.a. Truly Villainous

Here she is! If you need any changes, let me know

Haze

Name:
Akari "Haze" Kurokawa

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

appearance

[gonna make something for her villain outfit too]

Akari is fairly short, at 5'3 (if you round up, which she does). Her hair colour is in no way natural, and the nature of her eye colour is also up for debate. What were they originally? Why did she change them? It's none of your business.

Personality:
At a first glance, Haze doesn't have a particularly villainous personality. She's playful and has a real soft spot for kids, something that can be a bit of a hindrance in doing what she does. She likes flowers and she likes the colour pink. Normal, normal things.

There's just a few things. First of all, her temper. It takes very little to agitate her, and her anger manifests itself in many unpredictable ways. It isn't as if she'll get a little miffed, when she gets angry, she gets furious, and paired with her impatience, the results can be disastrous. Anything from a dirty look to hitting her toe will set her off, and it isn't uncommon for her to get a little violent when she gets especially riled up.

Second, she's a bit of a control freak. She can be a real pain - comply, willingly or otherwise and she'll never stop, or refuse and she'll get angry. From time to time, Haze can be self-aware, but these moments are few and far between.

Background:
Akari remembers lots of things. She remembers a room with a fan. She remembers silence. She remembers hunger. She remembers pain. She does not remember her father.

She remembers her mother, though. Dresses that showed a little too much and perfume they still couldn't afford. It didn't matter though, because she could always save money by skipping dinner. Akari's dinner, that was. But kids are such a pain. When children whine, they're so annoying. Leave it in the room with the fan, and maybe it'll learn to shut up. Maybe it'll cry, but at least it'll cry quietly.

She remembers her quirk manifesting. It was like a whole new door was opened for her. Well, not a new door, but an old one that had been closed for far too long. She had even dreamed of being a hero, but only for a minute. It was never going to happen, and it never did. Life was good, but as they say, you can seal off your doors for $20. So it was her, the room, the fan, and the beam of light that wasn't there anymore.

She remembers holding a funeral for it. She also remembers another funeral, one for her mother. Two people went to that. Akari, and the devil, collecting her mother's soul. He looked her right in the eye and said "I'll see you soon." She told him to fuck right off. So far, he's complied.

She remembers the streets, and how they treated her. Her quirk proved to be useful, getting in and out of places she wasn't supposed to be in. Taking things that weren't hers. She made enemies, with an explosive personality like her own, it was inevitable, but she also made a life for herself. She was free.

Haze remembers the day Akari stopped existing, and she smiles to herself.

Aspiration:
Haze's entire life has been out of her control. Bad things happen, and they cause more bad things. Even with the freedom she gained, she still had so little influence over the world and that things that happened to her. Now, with the chance to take control of so much more, and do everything the way she wants it, she simply cannot resist.

Strengths:
Eye for Detail: Small details, useless information, things that are otherwise insignificant. Haze sees it all, and it comes in handy quite often.

Concealed: Haze's quirk makes her a master of stealth, providing her discreet movement or a get-out-of-jail card if things turn sour.

Agile: Haze is nimble and graceful, moving quickly and quietly. Small, too.

Weaknesses:
Claustrophobia: Haze can't stand small spaces. They make her nervous, angry, anything you can think of. The smaller, the worse.

Impatient: Alongside her short temper, Haze has a short attention span, and will get agitated, rush off, or both if anything is taking longer than she wants it to.

Noodle Arms: She isn't very strong. Haze's strengths lie in stealth, and even with weapons, she can struggle to take down larger opponents.

Quirk:
Smoke: Haze can turn herself and objects of a certain size into smoke, which then moves freely. She can then reform.

Skills/Talents:Read Me: Body language is the name of the game, and Haze can pick up the smallest of twitches. Her interpretations aren't always completely accurate, but she gets pretty damn close.

Memory: Haze's memory is excellent, and anything from the elephant in the room to the ants of the floor she will remember.

Hit or Hit: She isn't fond of throwing her knives, but when she does, she can usually hit.

Inventory:
Outfit: It stays on when she transforms.
Knives, lots of them: Shiny, aren't they?

Breakfast University of Magic

"I knew this was a bad idea," Liors sighed to no one in particular. She was gloriously dirt-free, thanks to a trick called 'no one is talking to me and I'm not talking to them so I guess that I'll stay back here and vaguely follow'. From where she was, she saw some familiar faces, some not, being pulled under by the treants. Picking up the pace, she walked briskly up to where they were struggling. Was it even possible to get out of that by yourself, she wondered. Most likely not, unless you had some kind of dirt-magic.

But she was getting sidetracked. She knelt down beside Rhea, digging at some of the soil around her, grimacing at her hands as the dirt began to build up on them. It didn't really help, so she stopped. Even with others, it could take a fair while to get out. Not to mention, it must be pretty uncomfortable down there,
"Could you, um, let them go? Just a little bit is fine," she said, voice trembling before the treants. They were trees, but they were strong trees. "Or not. If you don't want to. It would be nice if you did, and if we could go in the forest but- um."

Liors went quiet suddenly, mortified. That was too many words, and to the treants of all things! She wished the ground could swallow her up, which could actually happen here. Face still red, she picked up again, speaking shakier than before, if that were possible.
"Sorry. I'm, um, sorry. Nevermind."

My Not so Heroic Academia a.k.a. Truly Villainous

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Breakfast University of Magic

@Canidae@QueenNugget@Letter Bee@Ryteb Pymeroce
Truth be told, Liors wasn't completely paying attention. She'd tried, but she was a little lost on all of the magic talk. These words were much too long for her sleep-addled brain to understand, so she just stood there and listened, as always. It wasn't as if anyone could tell the difference. She caught the odd thing or two, but that was all until Rhea looked at her and started talking. That seemed important. She blinked back to life, remembering where she was.

"That's, that's. Um, ok, I'll go. If you want me to," Liors stammered. Her eyes flickered back to the dorm door. All her stuff was still in there. It was probably too late to go back, and she could only hope that nothing happened while she was away. Since she was apparently going on an impromptu field trip to the forest, she wouldn't need any of it. "It's kinda dangerous. The forest, that is. Um, unless you've got offensive magic. I don't know if- nevermind," she said, hastily interrupting her own sentence. "It doesn't matter. If you want to go now, I guess we can."

Breakfast University of Magic

@Canidae@Letter Bee@QueenNugget@Ryteb Pymeroce
A summary of the day so far: awful.

Liors had been in her seat one second, and all of a sudden, Zane had picked up her up and she wasn't anymore. She pulled herself from his grip and straightened herself out, sighing slightly. What a rollercoaster of a day.

"Um, if you want to go to the forest, you need permission. And to be above novice rank. Somehow, I don't think that anyone knows about that second bit," she said, trailing off towards the end. Noticing him pull out his vape, she subconsciously took a small step back. Not today, not ever. "You could get in. Um, if you use some kind of magic. Go invisible? Something like that," and the way she continued, things were getting worse, so she elected to stop that line of conversation.

She looked at the newcomer. He seemed nice enough. "I'm Liors," she said, but it was more of a mutter in his general direction. There had been more introductions in this one day then she'd ever had in her entire life, and it was really showing. Although, that probably wasn't very much, all things considered. She smiled to herself, but then she didn't, because that was a weird thing to do, wasn't it? She'd been doing alright so far, though. Probably.