pkken
Izurich
"Hatred outlives the hateful." - Brian Tinsman
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Name: Sana Helme
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 174 cm
Weight: 58 kg
[APPEARANCE]
Sana is an individual who seems to be holding back all the time--a bundle of fury buried deep beneath a relatively composed, if slightly blunt and abrasive, personality. This subtle loudness to her character manifests in a not-so-subtle way in her choice of clothing. She most often wears fire-resistant orange firefighter coveralls with fitted rubber boots. The girl is not really one to shy away from attention-grabbing, not really caring for what others think of her in the slightest, but if she must, her more subdued wardrobe is made up of plain t-shirts and shorts.
Her costume is more purposefully attention grabbing, boiling down to a bikini with unbuttoned firefighting gear over top, completed by a standard firefighter oxygen mask to protect her identity. More exposed skin makes it easier to utilize her quirk, and it's just a bonus that she happens to be aware she's got a nice body and doesn't mind showing it off, even if it's to a person she's about to burn alive.
[VILLAIN PROFILE]
Villain Name: Animus
Quirk Name: Self-Ignition
Quirk Type: Mutant
Quirk Description:
Quirk Name: Self-Ignition
Quirk Type: Mutant
Quirk Description:
Sana lights herself on fire.
Though there's no physical indication as with many Mutant-type quirks, Sana's body can heat up at will, and enough so to outright start a fire with her skin acting as an unburning, unlimited source of fuel. The girl can be very selective with the area of her body that she heats up. When she specifically heats up a muscle, she describes the sensation as feeling loose and invigorated--doing so gives her a factor of super-human agility and strength. The more heat, the higher the power, as though her body is a roaring fire given human form.
Permanent side effects due to the quirk include a high resistance to fire as well as needing very little oxygen. Sana can hold her breath for over an hour even while doing strenuous exercises without feeling the negative effects that a lack of oxygen is supposed to lead to. Overuse of her abilities leads to her natural fire resistance to slowly begin to fail. Actually severely burning herself is just about an impossibility, however, as she'd lose the energy to maintain any sort of flame long before her resistance lowers so drastically, but first degree burns are common and painful. Her 'insides,' as it were, have less resistance than her skin. This means she is more limited with her super agility and strength factors. The heat and fire beneath her skin start to become unbearably painful much quicker.
Though there's no physical indication as with many Mutant-type quirks, Sana's body can heat up at will, and enough so to outright start a fire with her skin acting as an unburning, unlimited source of fuel. The girl can be very selective with the area of her body that she heats up. When she specifically heats up a muscle, she describes the sensation as feeling loose and invigorated--doing so gives her a factor of super-human agility and strength. The more heat, the higher the power, as though her body is a roaring fire given human form.
Permanent side effects due to the quirk include a high resistance to fire as well as needing very little oxygen. Sana can hold her breath for over an hour even while doing strenuous exercises without feeling the negative effects that a lack of oxygen is supposed to lead to. Overuse of her abilities leads to her natural fire resistance to slowly begin to fail. Actually severely burning herself is just about an impossibility, however, as she'd lose the energy to maintain any sort of flame long before her resistance lowers so drastically, but first degree burns are common and painful. Her 'insides,' as it were, have less resistance than her skin. This means she is more limited with her super agility and strength factors. The heat and fire beneath her skin start to become unbearably painful much quicker.
[INVENTORY]
- Extremely fire-resistant clothes, from her daily attire to her costume--such clothing was a necessity in her household.
- A small backpack she carries around with her pretty much everywhere, containing important small items like her phone and wallet. It's easy to toss to the side when the need to use her quirk arises.
- Lives with her mother in a small place that is only the second house Sana's ever lived in. There, her small collection of books is what she prizes most. Other than that, she doesn't have much in the way of items she values, but there are a few trophies from track meets that the girl can't really get rid of, even if they remind her of what she might have accomplished if she hadn't been born to her father.
- A small backpack she carries around with her pretty much everywhere, containing important small items like her phone and wallet. It's easy to toss to the side when the need to use her quirk arises.
- Lives with her mother in a small place that is only the second house Sana's ever lived in. There, her small collection of books is what she prizes most. Other than that, she doesn't have much in the way of items she values, but there are a few trophies from track meets that the girl can't really get rid of, even if they remind her of what she might have accomplished if she hadn't been born to her father.
[SAMPLE POST]
The smell of a human burning was objectively repulsive.
It should bring the most visceral of negative reactions, causing one to feel deeply nauseated if not outright inducing a fit of vomiting. All the different matter burning--skin, hair, blood, even whole organs and cerebrospinal fluid. All the smells blend together to create something truly sick.
It was the joy from experiencing this assault on her nostrils that caused Sana to finally realize there was something wrong with her.
The girl let her grip on what used to be the face of the charred husk loosen, the body falling with a thump to the floor. She gazed down at the remains of the man with antipathy.
That's my girl.
Sana whirled around to face the mouth of the alley. No one was there. She was just hearing her father again. Of course, he'd be happy to see this. To see his daughter finally cross the point of no return and take her first human life. He'd groomed her with this occasion in mind.
He was a monster, but he was still dad. Just like she was enjoying the smell of the man she had just burnt to death, she found herself happy with the thought that her father would have been proud of her. For a moment, she almost found herself thinking it was a shame he had let himself get killed.
She was a monster too, now. She had been for a long time, but now it was real. Now she saw it. The overpowering odour was a constant reminder. It was a relief, in a way, to finally stop fighting against the nature her father had beaten into her. It was his fault she was so broken. It was harder to hate that fact and to wallow and wish she could be normal than it was to just accept it as reality.
She'd struggled so long to keep hoping that she might one day break free from her ancestry and become an admired pro hero. She'd spent nearly every waking moment resisting her father and learning all she could about what it meant to be a pro hero, and with every day she wanted it more and more. She had even been accepted into U.J. Academy after her father's death, with the help of her mother.
She'd been naive, as expected of a child. She was a walking aberration. That much was clear as day now. She was broken by her father, but that didn't change the fact that it was her problem to deal with now.
Sana took another look at the body. The man it belonged to had been a degenerate--Sana had found out he had sexually assaulted one of her classmates, using his quirk to overpower her. It was fitting that he had been completely overpowered himself in his last moments, uselessly flailing his quirk about as he was burnt alive for his transgressions.
The police were too slow. The pro heroes were too slow. They had been too slow to kill her father and save her before she had gotten to this point.
The inept, fame-chasing rabble of clowns who happened to be allowed to use their quirks to fight crime, but could hardly even manage that. Her father had taught her hatred and, at first, it was solely directed back at him. Now, though, she hated all the incompetent heroes who never rescued her from her living nightmare--not until it was too late and she had already begun to hate herself most of all. For all their failures, she found herself wanting to smell them burn too.
All of them.
Sana quietly told the voice of her father to shut up as she walked out of the alleyway into the night, acutely aware she wouldn't be at U.J. for her morning classes.
It should bring the most visceral of negative reactions, causing one to feel deeply nauseated if not outright inducing a fit of vomiting. All the different matter burning--skin, hair, blood, even whole organs and cerebrospinal fluid. All the smells blend together to create something truly sick.
It was the joy from experiencing this assault on her nostrils that caused Sana to finally realize there was something wrong with her.
The girl let her grip on what used to be the face of the charred husk loosen, the body falling with a thump to the floor. She gazed down at the remains of the man with antipathy.
That's my girl.
Sana whirled around to face the mouth of the alley. No one was there. She was just hearing her father again. Of course, he'd be happy to see this. To see his daughter finally cross the point of no return and take her first human life. He'd groomed her with this occasion in mind.
He was a monster, but he was still dad. Just like she was enjoying the smell of the man she had just burnt to death, she found herself happy with the thought that her father would have been proud of her. For a moment, she almost found herself thinking it was a shame he had let himself get killed.
She was a monster too, now. She had been for a long time, but now it was real. Now she saw it. The overpowering odour was a constant reminder. It was a relief, in a way, to finally stop fighting against the nature her father had beaten into her. It was his fault she was so broken. It was harder to hate that fact and to wallow and wish she could be normal than it was to just accept it as reality.
She'd struggled so long to keep hoping that she might one day break free from her ancestry and become an admired pro hero. She'd spent nearly every waking moment resisting her father and learning all she could about what it meant to be a pro hero, and with every day she wanted it more and more. She had even been accepted into U.J. Academy after her father's death, with the help of her mother.
She'd been naive, as expected of a child. She was a walking aberration. That much was clear as day now. She was broken by her father, but that didn't change the fact that it was her problem to deal with now.
Sana took another look at the body. The man it belonged to had been a degenerate--Sana had found out he had sexually assaulted one of her classmates, using his quirk to overpower her. It was fitting that he had been completely overpowered himself in his last moments, uselessly flailing his quirk about as he was burnt alive for his transgressions.
The police were too slow. The pro heroes were too slow. They had been too slow to kill her father and save her before she had gotten to this point.
The inept, fame-chasing rabble of clowns who happened to be allowed to use their quirks to fight crime, but could hardly even manage that. Her father had taught her hatred and, at first, it was solely directed back at him. Now, though, she hated all the incompetent heroes who never rescued her from her living nightmare--not until it was too late and she had already begun to hate herself most of all. For all their failures, she found herself wanting to smell them burn too.
All of them.
Sana quietly told the voice of her father to shut up as she walked out of the alleyway into the night, acutely aware she wouldn't be at U.J. for her morning classes.
