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Yo. Don't really know what to put here, hah.

Let's see...

I wrote short stories before coming here to try out role-playing.

I enjoy old-school pop/jazz, along with modern day rap.

I'm a senior in school, currently, but I've been accepted into the college of my choice.

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Ah, I meant to put 'most wore masks', not all. Sorry 'bout that.
Finally got the post up. Sorry for the delay - writing is a bitch on a tablet.
K a z e




At such a late time of the night, it was often hard to find well-meaning establishments that sold freshly-grained coffee.


Usually, this wouldn't be a problem. Usually, Kaze consumed his caffeine-loaded guilty pleasure in the mornings, the time where most able-bodied men drank their coffee. However, today was a special day. Today, he decided to meet a bunch of shady criminals at some dock at 12 o' clock midnight. Even he didn't know why he chose to agree to the mystery man's terms. Maybe it was boredom, or maybe it was the yearning to do something more to take out the 'heroic' population. Regardless, here he was, walking down a dimly-lit street, an hour before he had to be at the -secret- meeting place, searching for a coffee shop that didn't look like it was bathed in spiderwebs and darkness. The streets were suspiciously silent, other than the occasional car making it's presence known by the scent of exhaust, or the meowing of tiny alley cats scurrying their way to their next rotten meal.

'It's a surprise that I've not been mugged so far.' And it was truly a surprise. Kaze was definitely not rich, by any means, but he was relatively well-off, for a seventeen year old that lived in a high-rise apartment. It was pitch dark out, and a teenage boy was walking, alone, wearing nice sneakers, nice jeans, a buttoned-down white shirt, and a black designer's blazer. The only explanation was that he was either being stealthily followed, or the criminals of the night somehow recognized him, and decided to cut their losses and flee with their Quirks between their legs. 'But I suppose that I should be thankful...' The lack of attention meant that he would be able get his coffee and fly to the docks without any trouble...that is, if he could find a fu-

He paused in his walk, turquoise eyes widening ever so slightly. There, in front of him, illuminated by the streetlights as if it was Heaven itself, was what he was looking for. A nice-looking, if quaint shop, with a large, artistic coffee mug illustrated on the one-sided window. Hanging on the door knob of the warm wooden door was a sign that read 'OPEN'. A genuine smile formed on Kaze's lips, the young man not hesitating to reach forward and open the door. Immediately, the scent of freshly-ground coffee pilfered his senses, floating along the air currents like the sweetest melodies. He entered the shop, letting the door shut quietly behind him. "Perfect."



Thirty minutes later, Kaze's feet lightly touched down on the pavement, just outside of the Shipyard's entrance. He had smelled the scent of blood along the air-currents, on his way to the shipyard, and had changed course to investigate - mostly out of curiosity than anything else. Originally, he had planned to fly straight over the gate and directly to the container, but...

Two kills, easily fresh - by only minutes, it seemed. The wounds seemed to be from some sort of blade - one of the guards was pierced through the heart, and the other through the head. Cleanly, as well. Obviously, one of the villains that he would be meeting with did this. The guards seemed to be quirkless, and he had high doubts on two heroes being undercover security guards. That meant that they were...innocent, most-likely. Or, at the very least, there was a fifty percent chance of them being guilty, as well.

He stood up straight, eyes cool as he turned away from the bodies, and entered through the gates. He wasn't here to judge or be judged...he was here to see what this meeting was about, and leave if it was foolish. What other villains did wasn't his concern.

The green container was rather hard to miss, and so was the voices inside. They carried on the wind currents like chiming bells, easily placed by someone with high enough senses. He truly didn't know what to expect whenever he entered. Hardened criminals? Grimy, bloody beasts? He'd seen his fair share, after all.

With a silent exhale, Kaze schooled his features, and entered the container.


The first thing he noticed, was that the container was rather spacious. More spacious than what it seemed on the outside.

The second thing he noticed, was that everyone appeared to be around the same age as he - that is, teenagers. Most seemed to wear masks, which he understood, and respected. Was it careless that he couldn't bring himself to care about such things? Or maybe arrogance? That wasn't important at the moment.

"Hello."

His voice, cool and composed, seemed to carry along the currents of the air. He made eye-contact with each member, ending it with the female with what seemed to be fresh blood on her clothing. So...she was the killer, huh? She seemed tough. They all seemed adept.

Kaze paused, noticing that the shark girl seemed to be in the middle of being confrontational. A fight already, maybe? His emotionless mask broke somewhat, a smirk tilting his lips as he watched the group from a respectable distance away.
Poor guards.

They just wanted their paycheck. :(
I can't decide if I want to make a long introduction, or a short one...

Decisions, decisions.

I'll get to writing.



@Wasted Ink
Level 7 Wizard with Wind Magic? Awesome

@cloudystar
where my money at


wats a lvl 7 wizard

So, I take it that I can move him to the other Tab now?

Edit: Oh, you ninja'd me. I'll move 'em now.

2nd Edit: Believe it or not, I was going to do an explosive-Quirk'd character, but I wanted someone a bit more calm and whimsical.
@Wasted Ink

not only that wind spreads fire if not amplifies it, but fire drains oxygen. oxygen = wind = no wind = nothing to control


Ah, yes, I understand what you're saying. Yeah, fire is a definite weakness for Kaze, no doubt.
@Wasted Ink

hmmm...level 7 wizard with wind magic...intriguing, i'll give an approval if you can answer this:

if there is fire, you know it'd be kinda useless in an actual blaze not a small fire?


Not sure if I understand the question. Might just be my tiredness showing, however.

I assume that you are asking me if I know that wind spreads/bolsters fire, if the fire is of a bigger scale?

@Wasted Ink

...I am shipping him and Allison now.

Just you know, fyi.

She's gonna like him since she dislikes heroes for similar reasons.


Hah, it'll be interesting to see what he thinks of Missus Bone Head.

He's finished.
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