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Adding to that, unless you are exhibiting life threatening symptoms (unable to breathe, etc) go to a rapid test site in your area than going to the ER. Local ERs are swamped and overwhelmed here.
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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, Front Gate. April 7th


Ishin Academy students were busy walking to the auditorium, all wearing their winter uniforms. Everything looked and felt like a typical Japanese school. If one were to simply gloss over the sea of faces, it would all appear normal. Then again, closer inspection would lead you to see that some students looked different: students with lizard-like features, others that had stretchy limbs. This was a hero school, after all. There was electricity in the air, excitement, nervousness, all emanating from the different first-year classes. Upperclassmen were all too busy talking to friends, though some were already watching the approach of the new first years, sizing up the potential of the underclassmen.

Shun, for the most part, was stopped by the silent boy with the notecard and the whiteboard. He'd never dealt with someone who couldn't talk before; well. He'd dealt with babies, but someone who couldn't speak at all? That was interesting, to say the least. He read what was on the whiteboard:

~Are you okay? You look pretty winded despite us having an hour till the ceremony~

Shun blinked as he read it, realizing how strange it must have been to see a guy like him dashing around as if he was late for class. He simply shook his head, laughing. “No no,” he said, hefting the large paper bag in his arms. “I just had to travel out of my way to find something before school started, and I got lost. I was worried I would be late if I missed the train. Luckily a nice police officer helped me!” Strange that a former hero would become a policeman though,

He gave the mute student a large smile and extended a hand, shifting the weighted paper back over to be cradled in his free arm. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Tanaka Shun, first-year hero studies!”

The best way to connect to others is to always smile. Doesn’t matter if you’re nervous, upset or hurt. No one ever wants to turn away a smile! Of the few memories he held of his mother, that quote to Shun on his first day of elementary school still held a place deep within his heart.



Sapporo, Japan
Sapporo Station, April 7th


Trains came and went with the passing minutes. Busy passengers would step on or step off the platforms moving throughout their morning commute. It was all so…droll, so average, so normal. This was city life and that was how it went in these big cities. Even though the tall, chubby boy had lived near Nago City all his life; his youth was spent walking from his family’s apartment to school. He’d never had to worry about train schedules or such crowds, at least outside school trips to the mainland. But this morning sojourn was not a trip to Sapporo Station and Ishin Academy; this morning’s trip had been to an early morning grocery market. He’d gotten up at an almost scandalous hour to ride the Minami-Chitose line to a small marketplace in a small Sapporo suburb. The amount he’d paid for this item seemed almost as equally scandalous.

Hugged close to his chest was a large, brown bag. The crisp and cold April air had turned his face red and flushed, and his jacket felt awkward after years in the southern heat. He was far from home, after all. He was busy looking at a station map, fretting on how his path to the school would be. He had to leave Sapporo Station and head…west? East? Which street was it? 3rd Chome Street? Hokkaido University Street?

”You lost kid?” The voice came from behind the young man and startled him: almost making him drop his precious bag. Standing behind the boy was a lanky man wearing a police uniform. He looked out of place in the busy station and was meticulously chewing on an unlit cigarette. His hair was a messy bramble of almost-curls, and his thick eyebrows seemed to narrow in on the schoolboy.

”Y-yes sir,” the boy answered, in a mix of both surprise and a shiver from the cold. He clenched the paper bag close with his left arm, freeing his right hand to adjust his jacket’s collar. “It’s my first day at Ishin Academy and I’m afraid I’m not used to-“

“You take the yellow line stairs out to the street, turn left on 4 Chome, and follow the road til you see the ugly main building.” The police officer seemed to chuckle nostalgically. “If the old fart is still the headmaster of the school, don’t let him freak you out. Ishin likes to act like they’re the most hard-ass school around, but if you’ve been accepted, you’ve already beat the spread.”

”Did you go to Ishin Academy?”

”Yeah. A few years ago. During my last year they decided my quirk wasn’t strong enough to handle a serious situation.” The police officer seemed to look off towards the stairs wistfully, and then turned back to the boy. ”What’s your name?”

”It’s Shun sir. Tanaka Shun. The boy seemed nervous about this overly casual cop already.

”Well Tanaka Shun,” the officer began with a smirk, and he outstretched his hand for the young teenager to shake, ”My name is Kaneda Ryouichi. As an almost-alumnus of Ishin Academy, I wish you good luck in your first year to become a hero. Do your best.”

The sudden well-wishing of this stranger struck a chord in Shun’s heart. He smiled back, and gave a deep bow, almost dropping the paper bag. ”Thank you so much! I will do my best! And thank you for the directions!” He turned back towards the stairs and began to jog towards the school. He had to make it in time before the opening ceremonies, or his time at Ishin Academy might be cut even shorter.

The cop simply watched the boy run off and shook his head, chuckling. He walked by a newspaper stand, seeing one of the headlines being about a local teacher putting down a crime ring. Of course, he knew the operation quite well; it had been on his beat after all. "Man, I sure hope that kid doesn’t have to deal with Midori,” he chuckled. ”She’d eat him alive.”


Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy Front Gate, April 7th



Shun was almost gasping for breath as he dashed through the front gate. Still sometime before the morning ceremonies, at least which meant he wasn’t in danger of getting expelled on the spot. Would they expel a late student on the spot? He did his best not to let the nerves get to him. The past few months at home had been bad enough, especially after the phone call from the academy, the acceptance letter and his father’s…words of encouragement. The only person who’d actually been excited to see him go to Ishin Academy was his grandmother. She was so excited she even gave him something for his trip: a yellow scarf.

"It belonged to your dear mother, Shun,” she had told him in the hallway before he took the train north to Sapporo.

His mother.

He did his best not to dwell on such thoughts, hearing other students chattering in the courtyard while others were pushed forward towards the auditorium. Now Shun’s face flushed into something more: embarrassment. He felt so awkward, being taller than many of the first years. Being from Okinawa did little to help either, as his skin tone was much darker than the traditional Japanese students. He wondered if some would assume he was a foreigner. The large paper bag also set him apart, as most students simply carried a bag or suitcase with them.

How would this year even start for him?
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9 more days to get your CS's finished up! Also, there's a TON of characters but only a handful of slots! That means everyone needs to put their best foot forward for these characters. Make sure you consider how their quirk works, compare it to quirks in MHA: this page from the wiki is a GREAT resource: https://bokunoheroacademia.fandom.com/wiki/Quirk.

Seriously, there's lists of EVERY quirk ever depicted in the MHA universe. Also, consider character motivation, backstory and why they are at Isshin High School. If you need NPCs related to your character's backstory, LET US KNOW. I've got 10 days of quarantine and technically my school is on Spring Break, so I have absolutely NOTHING to do. I spent yesterday making a ton of staff for Isshin High School, giving each one personality, quirks and what classes they teach.

Also, the more free time I have on my hands that I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs, the crazier it will be. If I need to design actual Hero Tests for the rp'ers to take, grade them, and then post class rankings throughout the RP; you bet your butt I will do that. Because I'm crazy.


Smith's Rest | HQ Tram Station
January 16th, 2677


Good and evil. That was a humorous thought indeed. Enough years in the wastes were enough to show anyone that when put into a horrible, deadly situation, good and evil are replaced with rationality and barbarism. And every idiot with a gun, an NC or a sharp enough stick thought they were sly enough to be as barbaric as they wanted. Those were the kinds of folks Graham mentioned; raiders who preyed on any kind of scrap they could get. But something else seemed odd; and in the pit of Alan's gut, he had a strong feeling that was why he was out here at the ass-end of the world. This guy was corporate through and through. His dress, his words, his stance. Everything reeked of professionalism. Which was hilarious to Alan, who was about as professional as a dishcloth.

"The fact that you're not promising us a share from every corpse we loot at least means you're less of an asshole than some of the job posters out there," Alan smirked. "But then again, this all smells way too professional to be a rinky-dink out of the way settlement. The fact that they have someone like you-" Alan nodded to Graham, "trying to organize a bunch of mercs and scavvers into some kind of military is interesting." He looked around at the pilots. They all came from various walks of life, he could tell by the gear they wore, the dirt on some of their faces. "Is that what you want out here? A military to protect a bunch of snow and scrap?"
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Personal Dossier

Name
Tanaka Shun

Age
15

Origin
Okinawa, Japan

Physical Description
Always taller than most boys his age, Shun is big in all respects. Heavier, taller and darker-skinned due to growing up on Okinawa, he sticks out like a sore thumb this far north. His dark brown hair is occasionally gelled up into a pompadour, and he walks around wearing a dumb grin on his face. His casual wear consists of wearing relaxed shirts and shorts, it’s a humorous sight to see him shivering as he walks outside between classes. But, as he says, ”The clothes are just part of who I am!”

Characterization
Earnest
Friendly
Honest
Helpful
Humorous
Lazy

Personal History
Shun was raised by his father, a racecar mechanic in Okinawa alongside three older brothers and a younger sister. Shun barely had any real memories of his mother, who was always "away on business" during his childhood. Her own work was kept secret in their household, as his father seemed particularly upset with his wife's career path. When Shun was 8, his mother was killed on one of her business trips, and his father became colder and more obsessed with work. Shun's more cheerful personality, something he seemed to inherit from his mother and grandmother, continued undaunted in these dark times, even masking his own sadness.

Whilst Shun's father and brothers all had the same quirk, Shun had inherited his mother's quirk: Overdrive. This seemed to create a further rift between Shun and his family, as he was still expected to assist with his family's business after school. In fact, up until his final year in middle school, Shun had never actually considered the hero course at all. During a class trip, one of Shun's classmates tripped over a railing, and Shun was able to grab her in time before she could fall. This was the first moment where Shun's homeroom teacher recommended he consider the hero course for high school, instead of going to a normal high school, and then to a technical school to get a degree in mechanics.

Shun's application process was an awkward series of misadventures. His scores were extremely average, and his aptitude with his quirk was pathetic. A month before his middle school graduation, Shun received a letter from Isshin Academy, a school he had not applied to (due to the sheer distance from home). His scores, quirk tests and interview all felt the same at every other school he applied for, and it all seemed hopeless.

And then he received his acceptance letter. Even without his father's blessing, Shun took the chance to pursue this odd career choice; based on both his teacher's recommendations and a serious conversation he had with his grandmother that same year...

Character Development & Conceptualization
Shun is a fun, relaxed and laidback character, and is meant to be an antithesis to the shonen protagonists that are so popular in the genre (and that I tend to roleplay all the time). Shun is relatively weak compared to his other classmates and has only made it this far due to his quirk’s abilities. The goal is to follow this lazy character that in any other medium be a background or punchline character and show how even someone like him can develop into an excellent hero. The other concept of his character is growing into his place as a hero and learning the truth behind some hidden family secrets. Dealing with the serious consequences of taking up a hero's mantle, as well as trying to live up to their ideals and expectations around those who knew them best is an interesting source of drama.

Abilities & Talents

Quirk Type
Emitter

Quirk Description
Many believe Shun’s quirk is based around simply charging up energy, but it’s a little more than that. Overdrive is simply Shun’s ability to store up kinetic energy, then release said kinetic energy any way he pleases. While he can do damage with his quirk, Shun’s greatest weakness is both in his physicality (out of shape) and in his ability to store the energy. It can take up to three minutes for Shun to charge up his quirk, leaving him both open to the counter-attack and incapable of performing a rescue. However, when he releases his kinetic energy, he is capable of both extreme speed and strength.

Overdrive is a deeper quirk than simply kinetic storing; as Shun's mastery of his quirk increases, he will be able to sap potential energy from objects (trains, cars, bikes, moving debris, etc) as well as draw out reserves of energy, though this technique comes at a great cost.

Other Talents & Attributes
Shun is a brilliant gearhead and can tear apart most small electronics and vehicles if left to his own devices. As far as his own physical abilities, Shun has fallen behind throughout his school years. His attitude has always been focused on taking it easy and relaxing, which has stunted his potential physical growth. He also lacks any sort of great stamina, rendering long applications of his kinetic charge weak. Shun is also a master around a barbeque, in case anyone gets hungry out there in the snow.
Howdy everyone! I'm Drew, one of the Co-GMs for the roleplay! I'll most likely be the first GM you'll message since my area of expertise is Quirks and lore-viability, at least when it comes to characters.

Some major things to think about when deciding your character's quirk:

1. How does the quirk affect your character? It could reflect their personality, could physically alter them, quirks are extremely varied!
2. The viability of the quirk: Can you protect and save people with this quirk? If your quirk is making farts smell fragrant, I'm sorry; that is a USEFUL quirk, just not one a hero can use.
3. Does the quirk fit the world and is the quirk fair in this universe? No one is All-Might level in this RP. The characters are first year high school students, and their quirks are still developing. No one is going to be able to face a powerful villain solo in this RP.

If you have a concept in mind, if you have questions, or if you just want to call me a big doo-doo head (not teaching my classes in person for the past week has me sort of missing middle school insults) feel free to DM me on RPGuild or on Discord! I am very prominent and annoying in the chatroom.

So, get to work out there students! And remember, Plus Ultra, Go Bey-oh crap, I mean Soar Skyward!
That just means lots of interesting quirks I get to read through and help develop! Bwahahahaha!
Oh yeah it's me, I'm still alive.

Location: Rushford, Ohio -- O'Neal Family Tavern


“If the stove still works, we should try to cook something. Before we leave. It’d be an easier hike if our stomachs aren’t empty.”

Daniel dug through his bag, pulling out a few items. Jerky, chips, granola bars and bottled water. "Nothing really to cook here, unless someone found some food in the other rooms. But-" he tapped on a bag of jerky. "If we have any stock, vegetables and noodles, the jerky can rehydrate in a soup. It would make it a little less tough to eat at least," he said, looking to the others. "Or...if anyone else has anything before we make a break for it."
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