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Shifumi is slender and over two meters tall with sickly, pale skin. Due to metabolic stress and age, she has white streaks in her hair, which she styles to look reminiscent of horns. She normally wears an apathetic poker face, but when she smiles, it is gentle and sinister. She exudes an oppressive aura and pins people with black, lusterless eyes. She hunches often to listen to people shorter than her speak.
Like most Yakuza, she has tattoos, the most prominent being on her back, hidden from view, of her namesake.
Due to the nature of her quirk, Shifumi's muscles are embedded with special staples, but the accrued bio-toxicity has caused a blackening discoloration of the skin around the staples.
On the field, she tends to wear a set of black metallic armor with white trimmings.
Personality:
The spine, the foundation, Ushiyama Shifumi presents a facade of immovable strength. She speaks softly, but with weight, keeping her expression placid and her thoughts and emotions close to her chest. During confrontations, however, she is brutal and relentless, preferring to end the confrontation swiftly. To those close to her, she can be motherly in a tough love sort of way, but for the most part, she doesn't let people get close emotionally because she knows that she has too much to lose if such weaknesses ever got exploited.
Background:
Shifumi and her mother grew up in destitution. While heroes protected people from physical dangers, like natural disasters and villains, nobody was going to save anyone from financial inequality. In the dark, seedy underbelly of society, overlooked by humanity's 'saviours', Shifumi had to fight to protect what was hers. It wasn't long before she joined a small street gang to protect her neighborhood, moving from one organization to the next based on the perceived strength of the organization. Soon she found herself as the local enforcer of her current Yakuza group. As long as she continued to serve with distinction, Shifumi and her mother's lives were decent, some might even consider luxurious. But in addition to being just muscle, Shifumi was a fast learner, and demonstrated the 'heart' of a Yakuza with her loyalty and dedication. Eventually, leadership of the local group passed to her. At some point, Shifumi's mother passed away, but she passed away in comfort. But now Shifumi had a bigger family to take care of.
Aspiration:
Shifumi's loyalty, first and foremost, is to her Yakuza group. She desires to keep them and their families safe and well-fed, even if that means going up against heroes, and other villains. Due to the rise in heroism and villainy, the Yakuza has seen tough times, and Shifumi hopes that the villain who has contacted her, and the challenges he has presented her with, will give her and her group legitimacy in the eyes of other villains so that they can cooperate against the forces that seek to suppress their collective ambitions.
Strength & Weakness:
Besides her quirk, Shifumi's greatest strength is her organizational leadership and willingness to negotiate, a rare trait in a world of egotistical, self-important villains. She can take a step back and consider what the more pragmatic options are, instead of letting her pride take the reins. Her greatest weaknesses are actually her ties to her Yakuza group. Members getting taken hostage is not something she can ignore.
Quirk:
Do You Even Lymph, Bro? - When Shifumi has an immune reaction, her white blood cells release a strength-enhancing chemical. By embedding bio-reactive staples into her musculature, she ensures that her body is in a perpetual state of bio-rejection, and thus operating at maximum strength all the time. She also regularly draws her own blood and, using her Yakuza group's medical facilities, extracted the serum, which her allies can consume as a temporary strength boost.
Skills/Talents:
As the leader of a Yakuza group, Shifumi has management, leadership, and diplomacy skills. She also has quite a bit of capital to back her up. Being a bit of a traditionalist, Shifumi has exposure to various forms of Japanese martial arts, though her forte is jiujitsu.
Inventory:
Armor - As shown above.
Vials of Strength Serum - For ally use during emergencies.
EpiPen - Since her quirk is a burden on her immune system, it helps to have an EpiPen ready to stave off anaphylactic shock.
"...well, I wouldn't call it 'profiling', Director Hargreaves," Eileen tried to explain.
"Well what would you call it?" came Director Hargreaves' reply.
"It's just a safety precaution. We're not intending to criminalize superpowers, I mean, I'd be a hypocrite if that's what we were trying to do. No, what I'm proposing is, just like we have the right to bear arms in this country, just like driving is perfectly legal, we have safety regulations. Kids under 18 can't drive, guns can't be sold to minors, you need to pass a safety test to use a gun or drive a car, etc. Even in some Asian countries, if you reach a certain level in your martial arts school, you need to get a permit and a license from the police, because your body is recognized as a deadly weapon. It would be the same thing."
"What you're proposing is going to be a headache to implement."
"I know, but I'm willing to wait. But until then, I'll prove to you that it works."
"With the 'Friends of Bastion' program?"
"Yes, but I think 'Project Dragon's Teeth' is a better name."
"What?"
"It's a mythological allusion, in Greek mythology, Cadmus slew a dragon, and was told to keep its teeth. In a dire situation, he planted them in the ground, and armed warriors rose up to support him. It's also a pun."
"How so?"
"Teeth, Fang? Me, Dr. Fang, get it?"
"You're so juvenile."
"I'm a genius, I'll have you know."
"So what does 'Project Dragon's Teeth' entail?"
"Not much. Bell Reach is the 'City of Supers', there are any number of vigilante do-gooders out to make a name for themselves and keep the streets clean. If I run into one, I give them my card and a communicator. Tell them that we sanction their actions, that we're ready to help if they need backup, and expect the same from them. It's just networking, really. You know as well as I do that Bastion can't be everywhere at once. Bastion's too...'Castle in the Sky', too...'Ivory Tower', if you catch my drift. We need..."
"...boots on the ground."
"Precisely."
"Fine, we'll keep track of your progress and take your data into consideration if and when we make a decision on your other proposal."
"That's all I ask, Director."
"Very well, I wish you luck, Doctor."
With that, the teleconference ended. Eileen sat hunched in front of her office computer in her labcoat. A white, robotic beetle the size of a cell phone pushed a warm mug of coffee towards her hand. "Thanks, Omniac," Eileen says as she takes the offered cup and downs it. Well, time to get back to her lab. Omniac would keep tabs on urgent news reports and major incidences and alert Eileen. Nothing like a major event to get vigilantes to crawl out of the woodwork.
Din was taken aback when Megadragonbowser tucked into his shell and launched himself across the room, forcing herself and several of her allies to duck out of the way. This sadly, put him out of reach of the piranha plants that she had grown with her spell of Spring in an attempt to hold him down. But with her allies somewhat disrupted, she took this time while they were all regrouping for their next attack on the boss to dance among them, granting them healing and invigoration, picking up the slack from Blazermate's more focused, high-priority healing. She stood closer to the back line as her allies continued to pummel the dragon, looking to do some significant damage, that or just pissing it off a lot, to the point that it went for another spinning shell attack. This time though, her allies had come up with a great idea to make the sliding beast collide with one of the sturdy pillars, causing it to flip over. As her allies punished the dragon, Din knew that she could probably contribute very little to taking the boss down, but she could help in keeping him down. She cast the Spell of Winter on the ground beneath Megadragonbowser, creating a slippery layer of ice that should impede any attempts at righting himself.
Can Dr. Fang be Professor Devil's protege/government liaison buddy? Like Devil is actually a member of Bastion, while Dr. Fang is part of Bastion's government support group. They exchange tech notes, Devil tells Fang what Bastion needs the government agents/police to handle and what tech-readiness level they need to be at, Fang helps with handling evacuations and smooth over relations with the government with respect to damage control, and Dr. Fang gets pointers about being a superhero from Devil? Maybe Devil is patronizing and keeps advising Fang to not put herself in danger, or maybe he's encouraging.
"Flint! Never give away your recon!" Handel thought furiously to herself, noticing that the sounds from the black Den Den Mushi had caught the wolf's attention. She also noticed that the pigeon had given the note directly to the wolf. Well, so much for not letting the other party know that their message had been intercepted. But when the wolf recognized her, Handel, in a swift, fluid motion, stood up from her stool and spun behind the mast that she was sitting next to, bringing her bass with her, so that she was out of sight of the wolf, with the mast between herself and the gangplank. She tried to run her thoughts through her memories to see if she could remember any pirates, or more likely, marines who had a wolf devil fruit. Closing her eyes she began playing a single uninterrupted note on her bass and listening carefully for changes in the echo. Though it didn't give her 'vision' of the wolf's position, it would let her know if it made any sudden movements.
"You're a marine, aren't you? Marines shouldn't be fighting marines, so I'll tell you. The best way to get pirates to trust a marine is to put on a show of defection. That's right, my bounty is a front that only the highest echelons know of. I was in CP1, after all. So not only is there no actual bounty, but I'm on a very important mission to infiltrate the pirate community, and it would reflect poorly on your career if you were to get in my way." This was Handel's practiced bluff to trick marines that didn't know the truth, but just in case, she had her fingers ready to switch to a new note on her bass, a pitch inaudible to humans, but audible to dogs, the pitch used in dog whistles that was supremely uncomfortable to canines.
Hearing Neil's recollection of what happened last time made a look of disdain cross Sylvia's face. "Well, it sounds like we're obviously dealing with an amateur or a quack," she said, "Now I'm really glad I'm coming, maybe I can put a stop to this madness." The sisters offered their thanks when Neil offered to push their cart, and allowed him to do so. Being pushed allowed the sisters to not have to worry about navigating themselves and so they focused more on the scenery of the environs which they didn't have the luxury of doing during their arrival. As such, they were oblivious to Neil's ogling.
When Neil asked if the sisters were herbalists, Vivian's face darkened. "We have different interests, you know?" she said sarcastically, but Sylvia put a hand on her sisters shoulder, getting her to stop. "I'm an herbalist, yes, but my sister is a cook. Alraune aren't very mobile, as you can tell. When we sprouted, we did so in the garden of our parents, well, adoptive parents. They're humans, Dad's a baker, Mom's an herbalist. Unable to move, we just sort of picked up their craft. Not that being immobile limited our options, nor do we have any resentment about it. Mom and Dad did ask us if we wanted to get on a wagon and go learn other trades but..."
"Sylvia. You're rambling," Vivian interjected.
"Oh, yes well, that's the long and the short of it. I think that answers your question."
Upon arriving, Neil mentioned his sensitivity to Huwana, prompting Sylvia to try and remember what she knew of the plant. She wondered if the incident he described earlier with the other guildmember was a result of said guildmember's hubris, thinking that just because a human was sensitive to something, that a monster surely had greater tolerance? Sylvia made a mental note not to commit such an error. As the alchemist spoke, Sylvia realized why she had never heard of such a plant, it was the alchemist's own invention. yet the more Darren spoke, the more worried Sylvia was. She shot a quick glance at Vivian, who proceed to plant her face in one of the leaves the way someone would cover their face with a wet rag to prevent from breathing in smoke. This was not quite the same mechanism, but it was a way for the sisters to 'trigger' in their minds the switch from animal respiration to plant respiration, to breathe through her leaves instead of through her lungs, since lungs were large and cavernous, and much worse at filtering out toxins, whereas leaves would accrue toxins, usually visibly so, and could be torn off once they've become saturated with contaminants. This way, if Sylvia faints or otherwise loses control, Vivian could still control their collective body to escape. Thus secured, Sylvia began her questioning, "What ingredients do you use to make this 'Huwana'? Why did the Alchemist's Guild ban it? As the authority on medicinal safety, they must have had good reasons. How will we know that your anesthetic works unless pain is inflicted upon us?" With the last question, the liliraune's tentacles brandished defensively, worried that Darren might attempt to injure them to test his product.
Usually, I recommend a second character so you yourself don't get held up in case one of your characters get held up. But ultimately, that's up to you.