Wasted Ink

Royal Rumble! (Modern anime high-school super-powers? Oh my!)

@RoflsMazoy

I'll insert my interest to this one here haha, looks promising.

Also Siege is the bomb.

@Inertia

y v a n you cuck. Long time no see.

Anyways, I'd probably be interested...if I can get off my ass and actually write for once.

Naruto Revival

I'll bite.

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

Izayoi Kageyama

It was an...odd feeling, being back in a public school after so many years of home tutoring. Well, this wasn't exactly a 'public school', in the strictest terms of the definition...more like a Private Academy, but the feelings still stood! Izayoi Kageyama made his way to the designated classroom, his lithe form smoothly avoiding collision against rushing students as they fought to make their way to their classes before the 'tardy bell'. Honestly, he found the entire situation somewhat amusing...most of 'em had spent at least five minutes outside, gawking at the Academy building, so he didn't really see why they decided to pick up the pace as soon as they actually entered the school...but eh, it wasn't really his business, was it?

Idly, the teenage hero ran a pale hand through his shaggy head of black hair, shaking the organized chaos with a flick of the wrist, before bringing his hand back down into his pocket. The school uniform was a bit annoying, but nothing that he hadn't expected - the slacks were slim on his long legs, and he knew that the blazer and shirt/tie combo complimented it well, so it wasn't too much of an eyesore. Still, Golden eyes twitched slightly in faux annoyance, Gray? Why such a muted color?

So focused on his thoughts, that Izayoi hadn't even noticed that he'd reached the classroom until he almost slammed face-first into the wooden door. Thankfully, reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly side-stepped the broad side, twisting the knob with a quick flick of the wrist and neatly stepping through the entrance. Surprisingly enough, there weren't many students inside - only a few...one girl, and two dudes, it seemed. Izayoi's calm, sharp gaze quietly flitted between the three, taking in everything he could see on the exterior.

The girl seemed pretty relaxed, all things considered, and the boy currently talking to her had just...hit his head on her desk? Izayoi's stoic demeanor threatened to break, so he quickly turned his attention to the other guy, unable to stop the slow, amused smirk that had fallen onto his lips. The ginger boy seemed much more in control than the black-haired one, that's for sure. He also seemed to have a lot of grease and oil covering his body...probably from working on vehicles before coming to the Academy today? There was quite a bit of it, too.

Alright then, the least he could do was help the guy out, right? No one probably told him that he was covered with grease. Kinda screwed up.

"Yo." Izayoi greeted the girl and boy - that was currently in the opposite corner of the room. He gave them a friendly wink, his amused smirk only growing as he eyed the two. "You should probably get that forehead checked out, man." He tossed his bag over his shoulder, heading towards the ginger boy on calm, casual footsteps. Once he reached the dude's desk, he leaned back on the desk behind him, dropping his bag on the floor and letting out a relaxed sigh.

"Ah...feels good to sit. Anyways, quick tip," Izayoi blinked his eyes, leaning forward a bit. One slender hand rose to point at the boy's face.

"You have oil on your cheek." His smirk turned into a crooked half-grin.

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

Oh cool, the IC is up. I'll post sometime soon.

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

Awesome. I'm looking forward to roleplaying with you all. There's a nice variety in characters so far~.

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

That is a Flaw of his personality. I believe that Manapool is asking for a flaw of his Quirk.

For instance, the longer he listens to others' thoughts, the more his head hurts?

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

I wrote up a character. Hopefully he pleases you all - It's been a while since I roleplayed.

...Quite a while, indeed.

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

Name: Izayoi Kageyama
Gender: Male
Age: 16

Appearance: Izayoi is a slim, sharp-eyed young man with shaggy, messy locks of silky black hair. He stands at around the average height for a teenager his age - 5'10" or 5'11", and seems to view the world around him with a casual confidence - his face impassive, or lips curled back into his usual, enigmatic smirk. His eyes themselves are, perhaps, the most mystifying of his unassuming features. They are a crimson-gold, glinting whenever his emotions run high. They're usually sitting behind black-rimmed, rectangular glasses, but since they're only really needed for reading, Izayoi tends to keep 'em off whenever possible.

Personality: Izayoi is somewhat mysterious, despite him seeing himself as quite straightforward. At first, he comes off as somewhat quiet, if not very observant and shrewd - but that isn't from any sort of inert social anxiety...he simply likes to see what his options are before he acts. Going deeper, however, it's quite obvious to see what he truly is underneath - an endlessly empathetic and kind young man with an incredibly sharp and dry wit, a cool head, and a hero's heart. He moves with the casual, quiet confidence of someone self-assured, but not to the point of arrogance and cockiness. He has a laidback demeanor to him, and combined with his natural determination and focus, makes him incredibly easy to rely on. He's the one to ease the tension in a room with a well-timed quip, that damned smirk on his lips despite the drama.

Surprisingly enough, he's a big fan of theatrics and plays, and believes wholeheartedly in 'aesthetics' and 'style', even going so far as to make himself a grand entrance if the situation allows. This hobby of his also translates into his everyday life, Izayoi himself being a natural smooth-talker, always with a comeback on the tip of his tongue. Despite all of this, he is, like anyone, not perfect. He has a boiling point, and pissing him off to the point where his wit turns into toxicity...probably isn't the best idea. His once warm eyes turns cold, and he doesn't really have a filter on what he can say or do next. Injustice and unnecessary cruelty and idiocy are two main things that pisses him off. He has absolutely no problems with going against the law if it means helping someone in need, which can be a point of consternation with other Heroes.

Quirk/Flaw: Shadow’s Embrace - Have you ever wondered what it would feel like, to be one with the very darkness itself? Well, it just so happens that Izayoi’s inner Quirk makes that thought...a reality. He can feel the shadows - writhing and constantly shifting beneath the gazes of humanity. And, with that connection, comes control. Izayoi has the ability to manipulate the shadows, making them tangible and dangerous, sharp or hard, thick or thin, warm or cold. The more shadows and darkness that is in the area, the more powerful his Quirk has the potential of being. It doesn’t follow any laws of science or physics - it’s his will, pure and simple, and Izayoi just so happens to have a shit ton of willpower. It's strength is its pure versatility in what it can accomplish, and how it allows Izayoi to approach any situations from a multitude of angles. Weaknesses are pretty blatant, and rather annoying - large amounts of light tends to make his shadows and darkness weaker and more incline to retreat away.

Reasoning: Being a Hero was something he'd always dreamed of being, be it Underground or with an official Hero Agency, and he plans to surpass all expectations, no matter what. He has no incredibly long backstory or anything - back when he was a little kid, his family was a normal one, and they lived a relatively quiet life on the outskirts of a small Japan village. Only after a Villain attacked their little settlement, did they all get a genuine feel of what this world was like. The Heroes had been too late - and destruction had been rampant. He doesn't rightly know if his family survived - it's doubtful, but by the time the Heroes arrived, Izayoi had already lost all hope, curled up underneath a large piece of concrete, huddling away. From then on, even as he was transferred to a larger city and given to a kind orphanage, Izayoi promised himself to become strong - strong enough to stop anything like that from happening again. U.A. is the first step.

Favorite Hero: All-Might was his favorite.

Skills: For one, Izayoi is naturally intelligent, and his mental acuity comes into fruition in both academic and battlefield scenarios. He's quick to act, and even quicker to lead, keeping cool in times of strife and tragedy. He has trained a lot in preparation for U.A., and in return, has a very good grasp on both his Quirk, and it's potential strengths and weaknesses. He doubts that he's the best in hand-to-hand combat, but he knows a bit when it comes to deflecting/countering, and he has great hand-to-eye coordination.

Evil Academia Squad

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Evil Academia Squad

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Naturally, Kaze was cautious of the entire situation. He could take the ladder on the right...but that would mean that he legitimately wasted an hour of his night for absolutely no sort of feasible outcome. The only option that seemed efficient at this point was to go with the flow, and see if the Kabuki man made any of this worth the obnoxious effort. So far, it seemed like Kaze would only be disappointed. With a sigh, he rested his hands in the pockets of his blazers, watching the last 'villain' climb down the ladder, into places unknown. Judging by the whistle of air that accompanied their descent, the drop was easily 30 to 40 feet in height. Slowly, the wind user made his way to the hole, glancing down. True to his estimations, it was a long fall, dropping down onto what appeared to be concrete flooring.

Kaze took one last glance around, before breathing in and stepping into the hole.

As always, there was the feeling of his stomach adapting to the change in gravity, before the wind around him took hold of his body, and slowed his descent to a much less violent pace. Hands still resting in his pockets, Kaze landed lightly on the balls of his feet, and began to survey his surroundings through calm, half-lidded turquoise eyes. The room was large - larger than he'd originally thought. It appeared to be some sort of villainous...hideout, complete with what looked to be a kitchen area, cubicles - for personal use, most likely - and a training area. Already, his...'teammates' were adapting to their environment, seemingly with no care in the world. The boy who had screamed his lungs out at a doom bot was running around in what a maid would only be seen in, the beast-like girl was fooling with some raw-looking meat, while katana boy seemed to be offering his assistance. The bone-loving female busied herself with what appeared to be a job board, and the shark boy...boy shark? seemed to be feeling his injuries, as he lied back in a lounging area.

Kaze watched, a smirk forming on his lips. He envied their naivety - or, perhaps, they were simply confident enough to not care? Only time would tell.

Question was, what exactly did he want to do at the moment? Learning his teammates' names was probably a very important thing to do, but Kaze didn't necessarily find it important at the moment. Labelling them by their quirks was good enough. Speaking of quirks...he was feeling rather parched. A minor side-effect of being one with the wind, was that the usage of his powers often made his throat dry if he wasn't careful. Not too much, but coffee and tea tended to soothe his nerves, anyway. The shark boy seemed like he could use some as well...perhaps Kaze's special brew? He might as well learn something about one of the villains, and shark boy seemed nice enough.

Kaze made his way to the kitchen area, walking past the two near the sink, and opening the cabinets. There were a couple of decent tea brands, but he pushed them away with a mere sigh, reaching back and grabbing the box of mint leaves and peppermint crumbles. He'd do it the natural way, then.

A gesture of his head, and the tea-kettle fell onto the stove from a sudden gust of wind. Kaze grabbed a large bowl, filled it with water, and added the crumbled mint leaves and peppermint. He swiftly poured the concoction into the tea kettle, and set the fire to High. '...Five minutes.'

There.

Satisfied, Kaze made his towards the lounging area, making sure to avoid the resting shark boy. He'd see if he wanted any tea once the brew was finished. For now, he merely sat back in one of the love-seats, propped up his feet, and closed his eyes to the world. As of that moment, he felt himself become one with the wind, his body going into a meditative state, whilst Kaze himself flowed along the breeze.