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Name: Danielle McNair | Age: 17 | Gender: Female
Hero Name: Show-Stopper
Quirk Name: Attraction
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description: The ability to identify by sight and physically pull in a targetted person, place, or thing towards Danielle. Can function as a sharp tug or a continuous pull. The target is identified and drawn by pointing with one hand and beckoning towards her.
If the target is rooted in place or unable to be moved by size, mass, force, etc., then continued use of Danielle's Quirk will result in she herself being pulled towards the target as her Attraction quirk reels her in hand first like a grappling hook.
While the Quirk can draw most things in with great force, it doesn't halt the momentum of that attraction when it reaches Danielle, forcing her to be cautious not to pull someone torwards her from a great distance and bowl herself over from a sudden high speed collision, neccesitating the use of her custom capture tool and quick reflexes to compensate.
Obviously the Quirk can't be utilized on anything so far that Danielle can neither see nor reasonably point at bodily or with her capture tool. As such she could easilly target someone's individual limbs or a weapon in their hand from from twenty feet away, but after fifty she'd be targetting the entire object with equal force if she could target them at all. Only one object can pulled at a time but it's perfectly feasible to have drawn in multiple targets so long as their momentum persists while Danielle targets and pulls another.
Excessive use of the Quirk can result in eventual headaches and mental strain, but a far more immediate effect that hinders her quirk is simple physical exertion. If her breathing is labored and her arms exhausted then accuracy naturally grows more difficult, diminishing the range she can reasonable target with her Quirk.
Inventory & Possessions:
Reinforced Riding Crop: A Quirk that draws people in isn't always enough on its own to be suitably heroic, and Danielle finds herself enjoying having a fanciful prop to twirl, flick, and beckon her foes close. A capture tool custom built to have the heft of a police officers truncheon at the head while keeping the springy, supple nature of a crop. What better then an instrument of punishment to instill guilt into the hearts of villains?
Expansive Wardrobe: Ever desiring to be the center of attention, her wardrobe is as deep as can, with numerous outfits for every season and multiple pressed spares of her Hero Costume so even the roughest of conflicts won't keep her from shining in the public eye after a quick change of clothes.
Eyes like gold, brimming with covetous desire, raked across the pages of tabloid rags displaying the latest and greatest idols. She took in the curves of their figures and the cut of their clothing and compared them to the image of herself she'd so thoroughly ingrained within before her bathroom mirror.
Check.
Her nail traced the impression of a carefree smile of an outgoing imouto, the aloof stare of a cool beauty, and impish delight of a punk with a heart of gold. So many personalities all vying for attention, forever embossed on the pages in her hands and mirrored in turn by her face going through a familiar set of motions. Their personas were tried and true favorites, captivating the public's fickle eye long enough to leave their mark and open the door for greater opportunities.
Check as well.
Danielle knew she had all of that down pat. She could dance too, if the lessons she'd endured were anything to go by, but she lacked that one special something that put someone on the center stage and let them shine.
For the life of her, Danielle McNair couldn't sing.
Her sense of pitch was terrible and after the third instructor described her as a 'wailing banshee' she found she could, if nothing else, break glass with an almost Quirk like screech. It left her feeling rather directionless knowing her childhood dream to entertain the masses and bask in the thrumming lights of a stadium packed to the rafters was beyond her ability, a fate made all the more bitingly ironic given her Quirk.
If I were a villain I'd have no trouble getting a captive audience at least. They might even applaud for fear of their safety, but that's hardly a pleasing thought.
Danielle's eyes dimmed, jealousy giving way to dejection as she set the magazine back down upon the rack and looked out the store window to see the throngs of people bustling about the mall. A faceless horde lacking distinction, where even the brightest and finest clothes were merely smudges against the sea of clashing color. Some would say it was a comfort to lose yourself in such a sea of humanity but not for one who desperately wanted to stand out.
But wants were secondary to the reality before her and she drew in a breath to prepare herself for a morose walk home, only for something peculiar to shatter the norm. There was a great cacophony of a storefront window shattering outwards, Danielle bogling as she witnessed a flurry of glass from next door pelt the shoppers before being followed by a twig of a man. At a glance his quirk seemed to be some Transformative that gave him the features of a rat, with a twitchy nose and long, hairless tail. The length of said tail as well as the man's arms were laden with jewelry, diamonds glittering under the rays of an overhead sunlamp reminding Danielle that beside this trendy little shop was a jewelers.
In that moment the sea of humanity had parted, dumbstruck by the crime happening right before them and disturbing their peaceful days. There was a word for the phenomenon that had everyone rooted in place, but Danielle neither knew or cared. Her mind, instead, clung fiercely to the attention heaped upon the thief. The world sped by in slow motion, his rodent-like form darting past her without a hand raised by anyone to stop him.
All the thief wanted was his ill begotten riches, but instead he'd stolen the eye of the public, and something inside Danielle snapped.
Refusing to stand aside and fade into the crowd, her hand snapped up and she thrust her index finger towards the thief's head. The familiar rush of her Quirk welled up inside her and with a smile that was more genuine then any she'd mirrored in her magazines she curled inwards.
An unseen force tore the errant rat from his feet and pulled him head-first through the storefront window on a collision course with Danielle. Knowing this she put her other hand upon the magazine rack, one of those rotating carousels that stood tall to save on floor space, and braced herself with it between her and projectile rodent.
There was the brief flare of pain as a body struck her shield, followed by the clatter of precious stones flying past her in a rain of glittering treasure. She hesitated there, waiting for reality to re-assert itself and the thief to lash out, but there wasn't even a groan of pain to signify reprisal.
Peaking from around the edge, Danielle found the thief's head cradled none-too-kindly in the shelving of her imprompto shield, eyes closed and body slack in a complete lack of consiousness. It was almost anti-climactic in its simplicity where it not for the attention of the masses now shifting to her. Suddenly Danielle was the center of attention, and her smile could have given All Might a run for his money.
"Check."
Check.
Her nail traced the impression of a carefree smile of an outgoing imouto, the aloof stare of a cool beauty, and impish delight of a punk with a heart of gold. So many personalities all vying for attention, forever embossed on the pages in her hands and mirrored in turn by her face going through a familiar set of motions. Their personas were tried and true favorites, captivating the public's fickle eye long enough to leave their mark and open the door for greater opportunities.
Check as well.
Danielle knew she had all of that down pat. She could dance too, if the lessons she'd endured were anything to go by, but she lacked that one special something that put someone on the center stage and let them shine.
For the life of her, Danielle McNair couldn't sing.
Her sense of pitch was terrible and after the third instructor described her as a 'wailing banshee' she found she could, if nothing else, break glass with an almost Quirk like screech. It left her feeling rather directionless knowing her childhood dream to entertain the masses and bask in the thrumming lights of a stadium packed to the rafters was beyond her ability, a fate made all the more bitingly ironic given her Quirk.
If I were a villain I'd have no trouble getting a captive audience at least. They might even applaud for fear of their safety, but that's hardly a pleasing thought.
Danielle's eyes dimmed, jealousy giving way to dejection as she set the magazine back down upon the rack and looked out the store window to see the throngs of people bustling about the mall. A faceless horde lacking distinction, where even the brightest and finest clothes were merely smudges against the sea of clashing color. Some would say it was a comfort to lose yourself in such a sea of humanity but not for one who desperately wanted to stand out.
But wants were secondary to the reality before her and she drew in a breath to prepare herself for a morose walk home, only for something peculiar to shatter the norm. There was a great cacophony of a storefront window shattering outwards, Danielle bogling as she witnessed a flurry of glass from next door pelt the shoppers before being followed by a twig of a man. At a glance his quirk seemed to be some Transformative that gave him the features of a rat, with a twitchy nose and long, hairless tail. The length of said tail as well as the man's arms were laden with jewelry, diamonds glittering under the rays of an overhead sunlamp reminding Danielle that beside this trendy little shop was a jewelers.
In that moment the sea of humanity had parted, dumbstruck by the crime happening right before them and disturbing their peaceful days. There was a word for the phenomenon that had everyone rooted in place, but Danielle neither knew or cared. Her mind, instead, clung fiercely to the attention heaped upon the thief. The world sped by in slow motion, his rodent-like form darting past her without a hand raised by anyone to stop him.
All the thief wanted was his ill begotten riches, but instead he'd stolen the eye of the public, and something inside Danielle snapped.
Refusing to stand aside and fade into the crowd, her hand snapped up and she thrust her index finger towards the thief's head. The familiar rush of her Quirk welled up inside her and with a smile that was more genuine then any she'd mirrored in her magazines she curled inwards.
An unseen force tore the errant rat from his feet and pulled him head-first through the storefront window on a collision course with Danielle. Knowing this she put her other hand upon the magazine rack, one of those rotating carousels that stood tall to save on floor space, and braced herself with it between her and projectile rodent.
There was the brief flare of pain as a body struck her shield, followed by the clatter of precious stones flying past her in a rain of glittering treasure. She hesitated there, waiting for reality to re-assert itself and the thief to lash out, but there wasn't even a groan of pain to signify reprisal.
Peaking from around the edge, Danielle found the thief's head cradled none-too-kindly in the shelving of her imprompto shield, eyes closed and body slack in a complete lack of consiousness. It was almost anti-climactic in its simplicity where it not for the attention of the masses now shifting to her. Suddenly Danielle was the center of attention, and her smile could have given All Might a run for his money.
"Check."
