Nyahahameha

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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Gabriella watched Renard walk off and felt a twinge of guilt at having stayed completely silent during their...well, "conversation" was probably a strong word for what just occurred between them, but it was the best she could think of. The guilt didn't last long, as her mind went to work processing the words he'd taken the time to say to her. A small smile found its way to her face as she internally recited the advice he spoke, finding it rather cute that he opted to inform her that his mom was the person who originally said it to him. He didn't need to say it, but the fact he did was endearing in a way, and it showed that he - like herself - respected and loved his family. As for the advice itself, she couldn't agree more, but...the real problem was that she was so focused on trying to keep that lesson at the forefront of her mind, she didn't feel like she could focus on anything else.

”Don’t beat yourself over it.”

There. That was the part that she needed to focus on. That's exactly what she'd been doing. It must have been obvious to Renard, yet somehow she hadn't realized she was doing it herself. She had been thinking of it as making sure she didn't forget the lessons she needed to learn from her poor performance. Pretending that focusing so hard on it was somehow the right thing to do. But if she thought logically about it, there was probably no was she was ever going to forget the events of today. There was no reason she had to focus so hard on her failures when it just meant she'd be unable to appreciate the kindness of those around her, and waste the opportunity the prinicpal was giving them all.

Bringing her hands up and slapping her face once with them, Gabby decided then and there to take Renard's advice. She could enjoy the rest of what the day had to offer and still learn the lessons she needed to. Nobody is perfect, but that's no reason to spend all your time being miserable until you improve. She placed those thoughts of improvement and learning in her figurative back pocket and finally let a smile brighten her face once more.

With her mind cleared, she headed toward the changing room for her shower.

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Scrubbed free of her sweat, the dirt and dust of the ruined cityscape, and the yellow body paint from her costume, a refreshed Gabriella approached the bus that the others had boarded. It seemed she wasn't quite the last one to board - that was good. She liked to get a window seat whenever possible, if only so that nobody would be trapped between said window and her bulky body. She could only imagine how claustrophobic that would make someone feel. Feeling optimistic once more, she motioned to transfer the weight of her yoga pants and tanktop-clad body from the pavement to the first metal stair.

The act of doing so immediately had an effect on the entire bus, and there was no doubt everyone already inside would feel it shift to the bus' right for a moment as the mass of muscle that was Gabriella Gonzales filled the bus' doorway. As she moved to the aisle and started looking for a free seat, the bus' shocks managed to distribute her weight evenly, ceasing its rightward tilt.

Gabby took a step forward, heading toward the open seat on the right hand side (facing the front of the bus), which would put her opposite Abigail. Her foot, still bare by choice since shoes tend to cause a buildup of B.O. (and her quirk allowed her to avoid harm from stepping on sharp things most of the time), landed on something soft resting atop the metal floor, which popped open underneath, causing what felt like sand to pour out against her sole. Cocking an eyebrow, Gabby stepped back and lifted her foot to see a packet of salt on the floor between the seats in the second row.

She lifted her head and scanned the faces of those who were on the bus. "Um...did somebody drop something, maybe? Gabby...probably stepped on it just now. I'm sorry."

Giving a quick bow of her head, she moved again to take her seat, placing her backpack in her lap and sitting with her legs close together to make sure someone else would have room beside her.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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Seeing the brick she threw cause the robot to stumble forward a step to avoid falling over right then and there surprised Gabby. She really hadn't meant to put that much force into the brick. Clearly this was a product of her inexperience - she hadn't been using her quirk in a "heroic" context long enough to be able to properly adjust both her quirk's strength and her own physical strength with precision. That right there told her she'd need to put in a lot of practice, not simply making her quirk stronger, but just having more fine control over it. She didn't want to go around causing major injuries to people, even if they were criminals.

However, the surprises didn't stop there. Preparing to begin running the moment the robot turned their way, Repulsa took a ready stance and...just held it. When the robot didn't immediately turn around, Gabby quirked an eyebrow, but stayed cautious. Was it...ignoring her? Or was it's artificial intelligence not intelligent enough to register that it had been struck from behind a moment ago? Before she could investigate, the voice of their homeroom teacher, Mr. Hayes, surrounded them, informing them that the time limit was up.

At first, Repulsa felt relieved, enough to smile as she gently removed Phoebe from her shoulders and set her down carefully on the ground, making sure Phoebe had her footing before letting go. But that smile disappeared with the realization that neither of them had ended up accomplishing anything in all the 20 minutes they had. In her effort to both work together with someone but also distiguish herself, she had not only gotten a slow start, but had taken Phoebe and herself in a direction in which there were not any reasonable problems to engage in solving. And once the two of them had found something to do, they eneded up needing to be so cautious in their approach that they ran out of time before they could do anything.

She had not only failed to be of any help to the people who needed it, but had also prevented Phoebe from being helpful as well.

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Which were things Mr. Hayes seemed only too eager to point out, as he doled out his criticisms to all of the students back at the entrance to the huge room that housed the "city" they'd tried to save. At least he'd taken the time to also praise and Phoebe and herself for breaking the trend of rushing in without coming up with a plan, but that did nothing to weaken the solemn frown Gabriella wore all through his speech-giving. She couldn't allow herself to soak in that praise. If she did, she might forget all of the areas in which she needed to improve. She couldn't look Phoebe in the eyes, either. Not after having dragged Phoebe down with her. All Gabby could find herself thinking was that she had to remember her failures. She couldn't let herself take her mind off them until she got the opportunity to write them down in her diary back home.

It was almost as if the sharp sound of Mr. Hayes' hands clapping together was meant specifically for her, as it snapped her attention back to him rather than the ground in front of her toes. His following announcement trailed off, clearly cueing...something to happen. Gabby took a break from beating herself up to look toward the door Mr. Hayes was looking at - the same door they had entered through earlier upon arriving at the stadium-like training area. After a moment of awkward silence, the door opened, and the brightly-shining suit, long hair, and smile of their prinicpal came in, causing Gabby to squint her eyes in response to the psychosomatic blindness she was experiencing.

She made the announcement that they'd be spending the rest of the day taking a school trip to the place of business of the hero-support wokers that were responsible for bringing their imaginations to reality, including the change-room and paint Gabby herself used while changing into her hero costume. Gabby's frown stayed plastered on her face as her eyes once again met the concrete under her bare feet. There were a handful of thoughts that occurred to her at that moment, such as if I can get out of this, maybe I can go home early and write my diary entry for today now rather than later, and how can I be expected to think about a field trip when I need to remember all the ways I messed up during this practice. She hesitated to speak any of those thoughts aloud. Their prinicipal was taking time out of her busy schedule to meet with them, and even treat them to a field trip, all to make up for putting them through a harsh new training exercise before any of the other classes had a chance to try it (which was, in itself, quite a priviledge). It would be rude to object to such generosity.

So she stayed quiet, and continued frowning at the ground.

RWBY based RP

I have two characters I could choose from. The one I have a sheet for saved is an andoid with the power of extendo-limbs. The other is a musician who's guitar is a combination axe/sword-and-shield hybrid that can use her semblance to build up kinetic energy and release it as concussive blasts, but I don't know if I have her character sheet so I'd have to start from scratch.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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@Ruler Inc

Gabriella was reacquainted with the concrete once more. Instead of leaping into the air again, Gabriella stayed grounded, her muscles undulating beneath Phoebe as she sprinted the remaining distance to the robot. "Sounds good! Tropica continues to ride. Long legs of robot difficult to outrun alone, I thinks." Gabby's lips pursed tensely upon the realization she'd forgone the use of the third-person at the end of that sentence. Well, no time to worry about it now. She'd just have to hope Phoebe didn't notice.

She came to a stop at the edge of the remnants of the robot's destructive rampage, a clear line visible between the still standing houses of the residential distric and the scattered, crushed remains of buildings that previously stood in the vicinity of the robot. Repulsa Libre looked up, taking in details about the robot's body. It was simple, for the most part. The chances of the whole thing being waterproof looked low, which meant Tropica's idea was all the better. It was facing away from the two of them, its attention instead on the taller buildings of the adjacent commercial district, the ground shaking with each building its large arms crashed through.

Repulsa Libre then looked downward. She'd need something to help her get its attention so they could start luring it. She took a couple steps forward, then bent her knees while reaching downward, making sure not to throw Phoebe off her shoulders by bending forward. She rose up again with a mostly-intact brick in her right hand. It fit neatly, so she could grip it well. She gave it a small toss upward and caught it, judging its weight, and how much force she'd need to apply with her quirk to get it where she wanted it. Then, once she was satisfied, she reared back, stretching her arm behind her as she prepared to throw.

"Are you ready?" Repulsa asked, not wanting to move too quickly for Phoebe. If either of them were unprepared in any way, their teamwork would fail.

As soon as Tropica gave the okay, Repulsa Libre's arm would hurtle forward, and just as she released the brick, she'd activate her quirk, applying extra force and rocketing the brick up to the back of the robot's head.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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@Ruler Inc

Having seen a crisis for them to solve, Tropica had pointed with her finger while making her suggestion, and Repulsa followed the direction the limb was pointing with her eyes. A giant robot, at least as tall as a 3-story building - possibly more, she couldn't quite judge from the current distance. A pearly-white grin split the light coffee tone of the uncovered half of her face. Surprise mixed with eagerness - she wouldn't have pinned Phoebe as the type who would confidently face such a sizeable challenge, yet she couldn't find herself disagreeing. A large woman like herself needed an even larger opponent in order to shine as brightly as possible.

"Repulsa Libre is in agreement," she answered as gravity took hold of the pair and began their descent back toward the concrete. The landing wasn't the softest ever, but Repulsa made sure to hold on tight to Tropica's ankles to prevent her from flipping forward overhead, and she was able to decrease the impact on their bodies by using a weaker repulsion the moment her feet connected with the ground. As she turned a street corner to head toward the robot Tropica had pointed out to her, Gabriella was careful to pay attention to the feedback from the soles of her feet; no problems thus far, but she wouldn't able to do too many more leaps like that before she would start feeling pins and needles in her feet. It normally wouldn't be so much of a problem, but she was carrying Tropica as well - extra weight was extra weight, no matter how small.

"If nothing else, we can at least distract from harming civilian. Repulsa Libre will jump again. Look around for place we can lure mecha that maybe has less people. Would suggest construction site, perhaps."

Without waiting for an answer, Repulsa activated her quirk and once more shot up into the air. It was lucky they seemed to be in a residential neighborhood - the roofs were lower so she didn't have to leap terribly high for a good view, which meant less stress on her body due to her quirk.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Lol kinda' feels like Abigail is criticising us as writers. XD

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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@Ruler Inc
Before she could go off on her own, Tropica would feel a powerful hand grip her midsection, and her feet begin to leave the ground as she was lifted up into the air. If she didn't struggle, she'd soon find herself riding the shoulders of the largest girl in class, going by the hero name Repulsa Libre. Being that they were both members of visible minorities, the two had shared some exchanges over the first few weeks of the semester, relating common experiences to one another - it might even be accurate to say they were friends, though it was possible that was just Gabriella's interpretation of their relationship. Regardless, it meant Gabby felt confident Pheobe would be comfortable with the gentle invasion of her personal space, especially since it was for a good purpose.

"I like idea of work together," the large young woman's deep voice rang from below Phoebe. "And look - our colours match almost! But many peoples are in need of saving, so we should split up just a little."

As much as she would love to work together as an entire class, with the size of the full-scale model city and the amount of crises happening at once, it did make some amount of sense to not all be in one place, she thought to herself.

"Please, use taller eyes to see where we need to go!" Repulsa Libre suggested. She then began moving toward an area of the city she'd not seen many students go, except maybe the moth girl if she remembered correctly. After a few steps, she bowed low, then rose back up and activated her quirk, repelling herself off the ground and soaring about a dozen feet into the air, helping Phoebe see more things around them. Since they had started slower, most of the problems that had arisen in the immediate vicinity of the students had already been solved, so Repulsa didn't need to worry about missing nearby victims. Of course, she did have to worry a little about her sandals, which were blown off the soles of her feet by her quirk. Ah well...

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Repulsa Libre

Appearance:

Normal appearance

Credit to @LuckyBlackCat for the drawing! Thank you!

Gabriella Gonzales is a large young woman, easily reaching 6'2" in height, with a well-developed musculature gained by eating healthy and working out every other day. Her biceps are around 9 inches thick, her thighs surpassing a foot, and her six abs are as well defined as can be. She tries to make sure her body fat doesn't get too low, however, so she does have a small amount of it that can pass as breasts, with majority of it taking up glute duty. Being of Mexican descent, her skin has a notable milk coffee-like hue, matched closely by her long strands of wavy brown hair, which reach her upper back, and completed with her eyes which shine enthusiastically in a healthy chestnut hue.

Her typical attire is basic - she's usually found wearing some type of workout clothing, with the amount of sweat soaked into it varying by the time of day. Usually this involves either sweat pants or yoga pants, often very basic shades like black or grey, and a tank top which might be pink or green with sports bra underneath. As much as she loves being showy, she doesn't typically take the time to dress up beyond making her hair look decent since it would cut into either workout time or anime time.

Hero Costume

Inspired by her family's history in wrestling, Gabriella designed her costume to invoke the spirit of the luchador, while also being conducive to the use of her quirk which needs her skin to be exposed to function. Covering her face is a stylish cowl, coloured green with yellow trim around the edges and eyeholes, and adorned with a pair of large, white feathers which raise upward out of her forehead, curling backwards about a foot above her. It leaves the lower part of her face exposed, meaning her cheeks and her chin. The cowl allows her long brown hair to flow down her back. Around her modest chest she wears a backless, sleeveless, midriff-exposing...piece of fabric, its colour matching the green and yellow-accented mask, with a white floral pattern breaking up the green base. Her lower body is covered by a pair of small green hotpants, held up by a white studded belt, leaving her legs bare. She wears a pair of loose-fitting sandals she can kick off quickly.

The outfit obviously shows off lots of skin, which is both helpful for her quirk and great for intimidation given her impressively muscular form. Said coffee-toned skin is not wasted space when it comes to fashion, however - it is patterned with body paint coloured a bright, eye-catching yellow. Her arms and legs have curving, circular patterns, her back has an illustration of a crested caracara with its wings spread and its beak turned toward her right side, and her abdomen has a set of curved lines which angle away from her navel.

Name: Gabriella Gonzalez
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Hero Name: Repulsa Libre
Quirk Name: Repulsion
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description:

Repulsion allows Repulsa Libre to repel any physical matter that comes into contact with her bare skin away from her body. She can control the magnitude of the force applied to the matter, but not the direction, which will always be perpendicular to the surface of the body part it was in contact with. Because the matter must come in contact with her bare skin, it doesn't work if something touches her through her clothes or her costume. Thanks to this quirk, she has a great advantage in close quarters physical confrontations, as she is able to simply repel any conventional attempt to harm her away. This works especially well against blades, which tend to cut through her clothes and bring themselves in contact with her skin by design. Her quirk can also be used offensively, repelling villain's bodies away from her body as she strikes them, increasing the force she hits them with. This combined with her already well-developed musculature means she can knock the average person out with a single well-placed blow. She can also repel herself off of objects that have a great amount of inertia.

Her ability to use her quirk is limited by Newton's Third Law; every time she repels something away, there is an equal force exerted on the insides of her own body. This is a unique and subtle type of force generated by her quirk which acts upon her body in specific ways: her muscles insulate her body against the force, her nervous system is the most vulnerable to it, her organs are also vulnerable to it but less so than her nerves, and her bones nullify it. The magnitude of the force generated per use of her quirk is directly proportional to the mass of the object she repels, with extra force added depending on how much velocity the object had before she repelled it (which can be lessened by angling her body to avoid repelling the object in the exact opposite direction it was travelling in). To illustrate its effects on her with examples:

• Repelling inert air molecules around her body is effortless.
• Repelling herself off a wall once won't affect her much, but bouncing herself around a room like a rubber ball would probably make her whole body numb after a minute (along with being very sick to her stomach)
• Repelling a punch from someone with similar muscle mass as her would tingle for a moment. Repelling two or three more similar punches using the same body part will likely make her lose feeling in that part. Any more than that would temporarily paralyze that part of her body due to her nervous system not carrying the signals from her brain to that part properly. She would need to go between a half and a full hour without repelling anything using that body part in order to be able to move it again, though it would not regain feeling until 6 hours had passed
• Repelling a car thrown at her would cause her to lose the ability to use both her arms for between a half and a full hour, similar to the above example
• Repelling a moving pickup truck would instantly drain all of her stamina and overwhelm her nervous system and put her in a vegetative state for up to a week, requiring her to need IV treatment to avoid starving to death
• Repelling herself off the ground to save herself from a seven-story drop would likely do the same as the above example
• Repelling a falling building, even just a two-story house, would be impossible - she would not have enough physical stamina to generate enough repulsive force to change its direction. At most she might be able to repel a section of the wall and end up inside the building (sacrificing limb movement in the process), but that would be a last resort if simply repelling herself and potential victims away from the danger zone is not an option
• Repelling herself off the ground after a drop of any more than seven stories would be impossible - she would not have enough physical stamina to generate enough repulsive force to oppose her own velocity. She would not escape an 8 story fall without injury even if she used her quirk, and any greater height would almost certainly be fatal

Along with this limitation, repelling matter also takes physical effort, which is dictated by the magnitude of the repulsive force she applies. Objects with more mass/more inertia take a greater magnitude of force in order to move them, though loss of stamina is not as debilitating as loss of nervous system functions. This also means there is a limit to the amount of force her quirk can generate, as illustrated in the lattermost examples above. Finally, Repulsion is ineffective against any form of matter that does not have mass, which includes the likes of fire, electricity, and light. Since she can only use the ability one burst at a time, she is also not able to repel matter in states other than solid very effectively, making her weak against water or air currents, as well as toxic gas.

Inventory: As Repulsa Libre, her costume doesn't give her a lot of storage space, so she doesn't have any tools she relies on during her work. As Gabriella, however, she does have one important item that helps with her hero work: a portable changing room. A cloth between two metal rings with a telescopic pole connecting them. The curtain is littered with small gaps., and when the device is activated, it covers her body from the neck-down, allowing her to remove her clothing entirely. Once she has done so, the curtain is then pulled tight around her body, and the telescopic pole begins to rotate around the rings it is connected to, nozzles in its length spraying yellow body paint at the curtain, the gaps in which act as a stencil for the patterns on Repulsa Libre's body. After the paint is applied, the curtain is loosened, allowing her to put on the rest of her costume.

Altogether, it's a changing room in appearance only, with it's main purpose being to apply the paint rather than to hide her as she changes. As a student, there aren't any times when she would need to change quickly in public, after all. The paint itself is also a specially made support item, created to be thin enough to not interfere with her quirk.

Sample Post

"Why not go with just "Repulsa"?" one of her classmates queried.

"Yeah, it's shorter and rolls of the tongue easier," added another.

"I can't deny these things," Gabriella conceded, nodding her head in agreement with her classmates as her accented contralto voice jingled across the room. Since it was the day when they picked out their permanent "Hero Names", she expected she'd receive some feedback along those lines. Yet, she could also not simply take their advice. She had already thought about it long and hard.

"But I cannot take this advice. It does not hold the same meaning to me, and it will not convey that meaning to my fellows." Gabriella's eyes scanned the room she stood at the head of, making eye contact with as many of the other students as she could. "People, they hear the name "Repulsa", maybe they think, "Is catchy, good name, I will remember it", and then it is done. No more thought. But, people hear the name "Rrrepulsa Libre", it piques interest. "What does "libre" mean? Is it Spanish? Oh, luchadores use that sometimes.""

Getting into the swing of her speech, which admittedly she had practiced many times in her head in anticipation for having to convince everyone that spectacle was sometimes worth the inconvenience, she continued. "It makes them think, it makes them wonder. And if they are perhaps a fan, maybe it makes them study up! "I know, I'll look up something about luchadores so I can impress Repulsa Libre if I meet her," says to him or herself Timothy or Janet. They are educated about Latino culture, even if only a little! Victory for Repulsa Libre! Victory for Mexicanos! Victory for America!"

Gabrielle threw her powerful, muscular arms upward in celebration, the wide grin on her face gleaming in the fluorescents of the classroom. "And, that's only for those who know nothing of Mexican culture. For those of Mexican descent living here in America, they hear "Rrrrepulsa Libre", it is a familiar thing. It says to them, "you are not alone"! It says "be proud of your heritage, and show it to the world"! So we have Americans teaching themselves about Mexico, and Mexicans teaching Americans about Mexico. It is great victory for all to have more education, yes? And who to thank for this victory? Yes, it is Rrrrrepulsa Libre!"

Gabriella, finished with her speech and confident that any who were unsure had been sufficiently swayed by her words, turned her back to her classmates and lifted her arms up. She flexed the muscle within her biceps, forearms, and upper back , causing the muscle to ripple her flesh and the tight-fitting fabric of het green tank top. After holding the pose for a few seconds, she turned to face the class once more and scanned their reactions. Silence, several gaping mouths, some looking as if they expected her to do everything she just did. Yes, a splendid performance. Hearing no objections, she gave a slight bow and headed back to her seat at the back of the class (she would rather be at the front but there was an issue in the first week where the students behind her couldn't see the whiteboard).

Now that it was settled, she looked forward to wearing the name Repulsa Libre. Even if it was not a terribly creative name by true luchador standards, it was enough that it conveyed its inspirations to the masses as efficiently as possible. It was a name that would help cement her as the most popular Latina hero. The hero who would inspire Latin Americans, perhaps even all immigrant peoples, to embrace their ethnic background regardless of whether they are made fun of or discriminated against for it, and make them feel truly at home in their home regardless of the hardships they face. Inspire them to use their powers to help even those who would hinder them, and to teach rather than take revenge on the ignorant.

Even simply sitting at her desk as the next student demonstrated their choice of hero name, she could not stop grinning from ear to ear as she imagined it.

RWBY based RP

Interested, but I have my hands in several cookie jars already so I can't be certain I'll join if it gets off the ground. ^^; Regardless, I very much will be keeping my eye on it.

Nyahahameha Plays the Role! *Lifelight Instrumental Plays*

@tobiaxOoh that would be a big help in keeping track of it, yes please. :D