So sorry this took so long. The week just kinda escaped from me. Here's Blair for review
Appearance:
Name: Blair Price
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Hero Name: Unlimited
Quirk Name: Polishing
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description: Through kinetic force cause micro-vibrations to reduce the friction of objects/people. The greater the force the greater the affected area. A standard step would create “footprint” worth of frictionless ground for example. A hard stomp will cause an area of roughly a meter radius to ripple out from the point of impact if hitting the ground.
Inventory & Possessions: inline skates, reinforced gloves, knee-pads and helmet
Name: Blair Price
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Hero Name: Unlimited
Quirk Name: Polishing
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description: Through kinetic force cause micro-vibrations to reduce the friction of objects/people. The greater the force the greater the affected area. A standard step would create “footprint” worth of frictionless ground for example. A hard stomp will cause an area of roughly a meter radius to ripple out from the point of impact if hitting the ground.
Inventory & Possessions: inline skates, reinforced gloves, knee-pads and helmet
The deafening sound of roaring wind, the steep incline and gravity sending her streaking down. This is what Blair loved. The chase… no not the chase itself, the speed of the chase, the world turning into a streak of blurred colour. That teetering on the edge of control. One wrong move and losing control. The thrill of that tightrope. Slapping her body, the feeling of drag melted away from Blair as if an invisible hand let her go, and she accelerated once more. She was so close to catching him, the motorised scooter was barely in reach, but that would be enough.
With a scowl that quickly turned into a grin Blair leaned forward and planted her armoured glove to the rear wheel, fingers skittering as she pushed against the treads of the wheel. The rear wheel was gradually waxed glassy smooth, losing all grip. The scooter quickly started losing speed as traction decayed and once the wheel was smooth, the purse snatcher screamed as his crappy getaway vehicle fishtailed out of control at relatively low velocity… well compared to the full throttle he was going before anyway.
“Ooof, unlucky for you, but I have to say… you had it coming. You should really check your tires; I mean driving an improperly serviced vehicle is just plain dangerous you know. I mean, after all, using Quirks without a licence is a serious offence so it simply must be bad luck on your part really. There's only about a hand print worth of tire holding grip to the ground you know?” Picking up the purse Blair checked to make sure everything was there and nothing was broken. Making the resonable assumption that she wasn't going to be able to skate up a steep hill, Blair kicked off her skates. Looking at the dazed would be thief, Blair slapped the criminal’s shoes, hands, knees and elbows, leaving him with no easy way to get traction and get up off the ground before any law enforcement arrived. All that was left was to make the boring trek back up the hill back to its owner.
"Ugh, I hate walking. It's so slooooow."
With a scowl that quickly turned into a grin Blair leaned forward and planted her armoured glove to the rear wheel, fingers skittering as she pushed against the treads of the wheel. The rear wheel was gradually waxed glassy smooth, losing all grip. The scooter quickly started losing speed as traction decayed and once the wheel was smooth, the purse snatcher screamed as his crappy getaway vehicle fishtailed out of control at relatively low velocity… well compared to the full throttle he was going before anyway.
“Ooof, unlucky for you, but I have to say… you had it coming. You should really check your tires; I mean driving an improperly serviced vehicle is just plain dangerous you know. I mean, after all, using Quirks without a licence is a serious offence so it simply must be bad luck on your part really. There's only about a hand print worth of tire holding grip to the ground you know?” Picking up the purse Blair checked to make sure everything was there and nothing was broken. Making the resonable assumption that she wasn't going to be able to skate up a steep hill, Blair kicked off her skates. Looking at the dazed would be thief, Blair slapped the criminal’s shoes, hands, knees and elbows, leaving him with no easy way to get traction and get up off the ground before any law enforcement arrived. All that was left was to make the boring trek back up the hill back to its owner.
"Ugh, I hate walking. It's so slooooow."
