[Kaida Ikarashi]

Credits to @rx for the template

KAIDA IKARASHI

OVERVIEW

» NAME: Kaida Ikarashi

» Kaida's first and last name are embodiments of what her parents wanted her to be, dragon and storm. Kaida lives with the constant knowledge that she was born to be a weapon for destruction because of this.

» ALIAS: Dragon of U.A, Senpai / Kaida-senpai (several)
» GENDER: Female
» AGE: 18
» SEXUALITY: Plotsexual
» BIRTHDATE: 15th, December
» BIRTHPLACE: Unknown, Japan
» NATIONALITY: Japanese
» ETHNICITY: Japanese
» LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Japanese (native), English (fluent)
» BLOOD TYPE: A
» ZODIAC SIGN: Saggitarius
» THEME: Edge of Dawn, Akuma no Ko
» AFFILIATION: U.A / Heroes

» Heroes (ヒーロー Hīrō?) are individuals who are licensed to use their Quirks to protect civilians from Villains, natural disasters, and/or any other kind of harm.

» CLASS: Department of Heroes
» OCCUPATION: Fourth Year Student

"Child of Yakuza joins U.A? The intriguing story behind Kaida Ikarashi!"

Why Kaida joined U.A will likely forever be a mystery to the general public, to Kaida's misfortune. But it's no mystery to her why everyone seems to dislike her, to call her someone affiliated with the Yakuza and therefore affiliated with evil. She hopes that, someday, she will be broken free from her family's name. No matter the cost.

» HERO NAME: Susano'o

» Susano'o is an infamous, legendary Japanese deity with both traits as to being good and bad. He is the younger brother of Amaterasu and many other siblings, and has powers that controls both the sea and weather.

PERSONALITY

"Just... stay out of my way."

» POSITIVE TRAITS: ❄️ Sincere ❄️ Respectful ❄️ Passionate ❄️ Honest	» NEGATIVE TRAITS: ❄️ Emotional ❄️ Abrasive ❄️ Impulsive ❄️ Cold
» LIKES: ❄️ Iced chocolate ❄️ Quiet people ❄️ Nature ❄️ Rain	» DISLIKES: ❄️ Fireworks ❄️ Her family ❄️ Heroes / U.A ❄️ Warm places

A few years back, Kaida could have been considered to be one of the most volatile and violent persons within the walls of U.A, a girl unbefitting of her role as a hero student. Lashing out at those who dared to come close, Kaida's personality was entirely reflected by her history, an entirely unhappy and unpleasant story that she has yet to tell anyone about fully. Though her true uncontrollable nature still peers through the cracks of her fragile mask at times, Kaida has learnt well to keep it at bay and stay the monster within her by learning to accept the friends that wormed their ways past her blizzard. However for naught it may be, however she may turn out in the end, Kaida knows she is grateful for these people in their brief time together.

At her last year in U.A, what was in the past still dredges up from time to time in the future. The dragoness has considerably dulled down in terms of emotion, coming to look after the people she care about instead of pushing them away when she thought they got too close. She's cold, calculating and fiery when it comes to the people she dislikes, but otherwise, where she was once violent and plain angry, Kaida is now cool and collected. On the surface, that is- when push comes to shove, she still never hesitates to lash out in secret, a deadly whisper on her lips to those in her way.

Those in her way. Those in her way. Whilst Kaida can pretend to those she cares about that there's nothing wrong with her, life can always tell her otherwise and simply force her to look the other way, reminding her of the inevitable duties she must fulfill. It says that she's different, that her fate is set in stone and will always diverge from her friends no matter how hard she might try, and she knows it to be true. There's simply no way it isn't, with how different everything has always been from the start.

The future tied by threads of fate are steadfast, and unmovable. The hands on the clock are ticking towards an inevitable future.

APPEARANCE

» HEIGHT: 5'9 (175 cm) » WEIGHT: 150 lbs (68kg) » EYE COLOR: Goldish amber with outer ring of blue » SKIN COLOR: Pale » HAIR COLOR: Onyx black » FACE CLAIM NAME: Blake Belladonna » FACE CLAIM SERIES: RWBY

"What are you staring at?"

She turns heads wherever she goes, commanding presence whether it be good or bad. Kaida emits a constant glare of a cold icy temperature upon those who dare look at her, and whether or not she's actually death-glaring or just looking depends on the situation she's in. She calls it her default look, and those who know her well accept the fact that she means nothing by it. Accompanied by wintry clothes no matter the climate she's in thanks to her cool complexion, Kaida is the embodiment of a blizzard in the frosty north whether it be by touch or her attitude and doesn't hesitate to fell that snow on those who that oppose her.

Kaida doesn't dare keep her quirk much of a secret anymore given that she's a favourite of the media's conspiracies, though she still shows discomfort with it being talked about. Her appearance is forever draconic, with slitted golden eyes that have a ring of outer blue, sometimes reflecting light in the dark. Furry black ears sit atop her head which she sometimes chooses to hide with a bow if she's feeling particularly agitated that day, as they mirror her emotions quite apparently. Kaida's counterpart, the beast within, depicts her human form as well. Though nowhere near what it used to be in her childhood, Kaida's dragon towers at two stories tall with midnight black fur and compassing feathered wings.

Because of her heritage and the fate her clan has bequeathed her, Kaida possesses a menacing, ominous azure dragon tattoo that spans the majority of her back that has been chiseled into her skin. This shows her stature within the clan and who she is as a person, and who she is destined to be. The lotus represents her clan's crest, and the symbol their immortality. Because of how tattoos are viewed in Japan, both in the past and now, she chooses to keep her ink hidden.

HISTORY

"Liars... all of them."

gods don't bleed

SPOILER: Click to show

tw; implied abuse, emotional manipulation and death
npcs

Gods don't bleed.

It's a simple prospect that legends tend to abide to by. Immortals, gods, they don't suffer the same fates as mortals do because they're simply just not the same. They're better, holier, stronger, powerful entities that reside above mortal realms and peer down on them like lesser, inferior beings. Gods don't bleed because they're not the same as them. When the first Ikarashi received their quirk, they wondered if they could make mythology a reality, and so the conquest for immortal power began... where it leads down today.

Kaida often wonders of what exactly that conquest would be- the Ikarashi Clan has been around since long before quirks existed. So what did their goals change to?



It snowed when Kaida was born, a foreboding to her future abilities. She screamed. God, did she scream, instantly making her twin brothers Katsurō and Sōma hate her, whilst the middle child Ichirō looked mildly disinterested, as did her parents Kazuya and Nanami. But her? The eldest, the wisest, the most sane, Kasumi, took Kaida into her arms with the gentleness of an angel and looked down upon her with the only benevolence that was present in the family. Kaida stopped screaming immediately. Unbeknownst to them, Kasumi made a very very devout promise to this newborn, who she knew would endure a world of pain, only because she was never supposed be in the world in the first place.

Her parents were relentless people with high expectations. Her first few years were under the guise of normality because she couldn't think of anything else as a toddler, but past the age of five, she was forced to learn of the harsh reality that was living in the Clan. Etiquette, standards, intelligence, the head of a warrior and a leader. Though the maids taught her kindness amongst these things, it was hardly a spell to dampen her anger when being taught by her "parents", who only interacted with her through bloodying her till she was bruised in the name of martial arts techniques. Though she did her best, got everything correct, did everything right... it was never enough. She can only remember the intense scorn and disdain on their faces when she struggled to get back up and face them with broken bones.

A disgrace, they called her. A disappointment. You'll never be anything like your siblings.

Quickly, she realised they never intended on having her in the first place. But Kasumi? She had always wanted her.

It was tough. An incredible understatement. Growing up with the twins was hard enough, the power dynamic between her and Katsurō them trying to kill each other because their personalities clashed so much, Sōma one-upping her on every test, and Katsurō being his general dismissive self didn't help. The epitome of a dysfunctional family. Kasumi was the only reason she didn't try to kill anyone when her quirk manifested.

A spar with Ichirō came. In the midst of it, he had abruptly collapsed. He hadn't been like the twins- he was merely disinterested in Kaida. So of course, she showed concern- only to have her arm be snapped in two once she got close enough. He was hauled away, screaming, whilst Kaida gritted her teeth against the pain as she was taken away, reaching out for Kasumi. But no. She and her parents merely watched, with disinterest, seemingly betraying everything Kaida knew about Kasumi. Did she not care? Was it because she wasn't strong enough?

It only confirmed her suspicions. Her family wasn't normal, and not by a long shot.

Kasumi was a complicated girl. Even if Kaida had spent hours upon hours with her, Kasumi would always prove to be a mysterious person with no clear objective, apart from abiding to the clan’s laws. She was simply mystifying, regal- the eldest sister of five who had to uphold her reputation, and eventually, become the pillars for her clan. So when Kasumi instead decided to continue with her duties instead of visiting Kaida in her room while she healed and studied, she felt as if she understood Kasumi for doing so. She had duties. But even if she did think she understood, it didn’t stop the doubt, insecurity and rage that bubbled inside Kaida’s heart.

But it wasn't just rage. It was something else, a voice of bloodlust, carnage and of sinister intent. An idling voice telling her what to do once she was cleared. So the first thing Kaida did when she was allowed to leave was demand answers- in the form of exchanging fists. Kasumi, understanding Kaida's rage, merely accepted. When the prospect of the dragon surface, Kasumi tackled Kaida to the ground, pinning her so she couldn't transform. Surprisingly, Kaida caught Kasumi off guard with a hook to the chin.

“Screw you.” Kaida had spat. “Get your hands off of me!”

Kasumi suddenly enveloped Kaida in a warm embrace. She only struggled for a few moments, but saddened by her solitude and lack of physical touch, and easily melted into her sister’s grasp. Kaida was smart enough to realise why Kasumi had done this, but it didn’t get rid of the ache within her heart.

“Father and Mother said your quirk hasn’t developed yet,” Kasumi gulped, and Kaida paused at the sight of tears streaming down her sister’s face. “They… told me if you didn’t… t-then- '' Kasumi had shook her head, burying her face in Kaida’s onyx hair. Kaida only sighed, getting the gist of the situation, and wrapped her arms around her sister, letting Kasumi have a scarce moment of vulnerability. She didn’t want to hear what would happen if her quirk didn’t develop, anyway.

“Making me endure overwhelming emotions like this was the only way of forcing it out, then…” Kaida had whispered her reply. Only then did Kasumi fully break down into sobs, chanting her apologies to her younger sister repeatedly.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

No, Kaida didn't understand Kasumi. She never would. Kasumi stood upon the highest unreachable pillar Kaida could never hope to reach, she had responsibilities that plagued her, bloodied her hands and mind. But all for the sake of what? She hid that reason- but if it got her to stop looking so weak and exposed like she did now, then it was fine with her. Someone as strong as her didn't deserve to fall apart.

Kaida and Kasumi were only human after all. They would endure this hell together.

When Kaida turned ten, a ceremony was held. In the past, all of her siblings went under the same ritual where they would be given tattoos that would represent Japanese mythological legends, an honour only those of the main family bloodline receive. Kasumi revealed hers to be the glorious sun goddess, Amaterasu- and according to her, Kaida's tattoo was supposed to represent Susano'o, the god of storms. Now accepted into the clan, she was introduced to training involving her quirk, battle strategies, and the use of militarism. These actions caused her to think more about her clan's history, and why they lived under the facade of a normal family in a farming village. She asked Kasumi, who didn't answer. Sōma and Katsurō merely gave her mean smirks, and Ichirō and Kazuya were out on a mission. As a last resort, she asked her mother, Nanami.

She should have known better than to do that. With a slap on the cheek and a blood-red glare that could make mountains submit, Kaida's mother coldly reprimanded her. She could only send an enraged glare to her mother before leaving, confused as to why they would be so secretive about their goals, their history, the world- everything. No answers. Was she doomed to live a life in the shadow of her family?

Her questioning resulted in punishment in the form of double the training, studying and lecturing. Sprained bones from the jeering of Katsurō, harsh criticism from both Sōma and Kazuya. Thankfully there was no berating from anyone else. When it was over, she fell unconscious thanks to the harshness she was put under, and woke at Kasumi's side. Kaida could tell Kasumi was disappointed, but most of all, scared for her. Kasumi told Kaida of the fate that they were to endure, but still hid the reasons as to why they were put under pressure. Kasumi also told Kaida that she would succumb to a less than favourable fate if she questioned her parents again.

This was their fate. They couldn’t escape from it. Even if they did try to run away into the thick and lush wilderness to desert their family, they would only be dragged back screaming, and forced to bear even worse consequences.

Kaida chose to accept their fate for the time being. With that acceptance came the realisation of why her clan was so covert and why she wasn't trusted with secrets- her clan was yakuza. They had ties to the underworld, and even if Kasumi didn't speak on it, Kaida was smart enough to understand. It explained why Kazuya and Ichirō were always out on missions, how they got their money, why they were so uptight about their reputation. Though it clicked together, she chose to stay quiet about it.

Over the next five years, Kaida's quirk continued to get more unstable, sealed away by the quirk of one of Kaida's trusted maids named Ai. Kaida did notice when this happened, immense intrigue would appear on her parent's faces- but also fear. She wondered as to why people as powerful as them would be afraid of her. The years passed with Kasumi still taking them on nature excursions to the great unknown outside the estate to nullify the voice of the quirk inside her head, as normally as it could. Winter came on her fourteenth year, and with that, the festival of a new year. Kasumi announced that they would be doing their kagura dance again for the village, as they had done for many years previously. Flourishing financially in that winter, Kazuya and Nanami decided they would put more effort into the festival for the village than they ever had before.

Kaida, amidst the darkness of her life, found this festival to be a light at the dark end of the tunnel, moreso than ever rather than the ones that had come before.

The clan was relieved of their duties for three days, which Kaida was suspicious of, knowing her parents had no hearts to speak of. But she and everyone were too busy to question it afterwards, preparing costumes for kabuki plays, food for the market and fireworks for the final day. While they weren't practicing, the two sisters enjoyed the night marking, browsing all sorts of times, food, games and other things. For once in a while, they laughed together, having the time of their lives.

Kaida couldn’t remember the last time she had been so happy.

Kaida and Kasumi perfected their kagura dance as shrine maidens while wishes were exchanged at the temples, getting ready for the last event of the festival. Golden lights, flaring candles and excited patrons murmured at the foot of the stage they were to perform at, Kaida anxiously hiding behind a curtain. Kaida searched the audience and asked why their parents weren't there.

"Mother is attending to the festival's needs, as she is the organiser of the event," Kasumi had replied. "Father is... tending to other business. He will not attend this year."

Kaida felt suspicious, but also relieved. But suspicious. But relieved. Which was it? Which was it? But that's not her speaking- she felt the apprehension of the moment, gaze desperately searching for her parents, wavering over her twin brothers but finding no one else important but them, that voice coming back... the voice came back. What's wrong? There's nothing wrong.

Don't lie.

Kaida stepped on the stage, sluggish, feeling the voice wrap its arms around her shoulders as Kasumi stood beside her, visage worried as they began their dance. Only then did she notice her mother at the edge of the crowd, observing them with a critiquing, judgemental gaze. It completely threw her for a loop.

She slipped, and the kagura suzu she held onto was flung from her hand, decimating a selection of candles and incense that sat on the floorboards. Before she knew it, half the stage was set on fire.

Kasumi said she wasn't supposed to be here. Don't lie.

She could see Nanami's wrath manifest as Sōma rushed to put the fire out, Kasumi scooping Kaida up as she threatened to fall unconscious due to shock, her twin brothers following Nanami to the backstage after putting the fire out to eagerly see the fate that would befall their sister. Kaida was ready for the verbal abuse she received from her mother, but it didn't lessen the pure horror Kaida felt because of her. Kaida was sent away to lament over her mistake, effectively ruining the last night of the festival for everyone.

Kaida made it back to the estate with a sluggish demeanor and dirtied clothes, not ready for the punishment that would come for her afterwards. If it was worse than what she had endured when questioning her mother the first time, she wasn't sure she would survive. Though as she passed by a barely closed door, she heard Kazuya's voice. Peeking in, she saw him, Ichirō, and many other gloomy, crime-induced looking men and women. She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't be here. She was supposed to be at the festival, performing for the village. But she listened anyway.

Monsters. Japan. Cities, countries, yakuza. Fake. Gods. No choice. War.

War.

Is this what you've been training us for, Father?

She's not supposed to be here.

Don't lie.

Kasumi...

Don't lie.

Had she done it on purpose?

Don't lie.

Was it because of the mistake Kaida made that Nanami had finally decided to exile her from the clan? To set her on a path that had her destined to be destroyed?

She wouldn't lie.

Kaida knew her parents never loved nor trusted her. She knew her siblings didn’t love her. She knew the clan was a façade for shady business and yakuza dealings behind the world’s back. She knew why they were isolated from the rest of society. She knew that she was never destined to have a fate that was controlled by her own hands. She knew that she was the odd one out in the clan, a child that was eventually meant to be cast out.

But most of all, she now knew why she was born.

I’m a weapon for a war that they’re making.

She lied to me.

Her chains finally broke.

The fireworks that were supposed to light up the sky to signal the festival’s end instead illuminated a beast of incredible stature. Deep onyx, icy fur. Deadly pointed teeth that could tear through the grittiest of rocks. A long, thick, sweeping tail. Ivory horns and claws. Bright but cold amber and blue eyes. The earth fissured and shook as it moved, and let out an ear-splitting roar that could be heard from miles upon miles. The previously peaceful atmosphere of the festival turned as the people of the village ran with ghastly screams as they fled from the monster that had risen from the clan’s estate.

The beast doesn’t remember much of what happened the night where her world changed forever. A battle occurred that left scars on her body. The ground under her feet was churned and turned to ash. The lush forest around the village was set ablaze with the fiery inferno of hell. Her home burnt down before her very eyes. People may have died. Was it her fault? She didn’t know.

Did she win? She didn’t know that, either. The only memory that was burned into her mind was as she watched Ai and Kasumi put a gentle but sorrowful hand upon her snout.

The sky was bleak and grey when she woke. Through the bleariness of her gaze, she saw Kasumi's figure disappear as she flew away from her. The personal contents of her belongings in a bag weighed down her stomach as she sat up, a note on top of it.

We both know of the fate that has been bestowed to us, sister. As I have accepted mine, you must accept yours, too.
- Kasumi

Realising she had been banished from her clan for the destruction she had caused and secrets she had heard, Kaida took off into the city that Kasumi had left her in. Over the next year, she would make a living the only way she knew how- with what little Kasumi had left her with, and by stealing from others. A few months later did she see on a passing screen in a television shop how her hometown had ended up- ruined, deserted, completely abandoned, with destroyed buildings and a charred forest. She saw the truth. She saw the truth of her clan, and what they had done to her- and to other innocent, innocent people.

Just like her.

Who's to tell her to not feel the rage she should at them? Even if the Hero Association forced her to be a hero student instead of living on the street so they could keep an eye on her, who's stopping her from boiling? Who's stopping the glacier, moving at a slow pace, but destroying everything in its path?

I accepted our fate a long time ago, Kasumi. But Mother and Father never said anything about not letting me change it.

ITEMS

— incense burner

SPOILER: Click to show

When Kaida thinks of her sister, she lights this incense burner to be reminded of home. It also helps her sometimes to sleep.

ATTRIBUTES

» AWARENESS (C+)	» PRESENCE (C)
» CONSTITUTION (B-)	» SPEED (B)
» DEXTERITY (B-)	» STRENGTH (B+)

QUIRK

FATED BLOOD

A+ | transformation / emitter

Passed down through several generations to cultivate its vitality and power, Fated Blood is a quirk of monstrous and draconic origins, each inheritance by those in the Ikarashi Clan soaked in blood. Kaida's inheritance or version of this power enables her to turn into a dragon of immense size, with thick black fur and a large wingspan (e.g Ryukyu). Kaida possesses immense reserves of water within her body that are outlined by an ice-like layer, or core, that supercools the water within her, allowing her also to dispense arctic-level cold ice.

emitter — when Kaida breathes the water from her reserves in her dragon form, it comes out as a high pressured mist beam at a short to medium distance and freezes over whatever might be in its path. Getting hit by this beam is akin to suffering frostbite at a far higher rate than a typical blizzard, and being weighed down by the ice that could have coalesced on the opponent's body if it is not broken off. If the mist also comes into contact with liquids, they will freeze over.
— the mist can also be secreted through cells in her skin, allowing it to come from any place on her body. However, it can only harden on a select few places on her body, such as her wings and the end of her tail.

transformation — Kaida's dragon's capabilities can only be used within her transformation, and her growth in size does not affect her attributes.
— Kaida's dragon possesses two wings that allow her to fly. She can fly as fast as her speed will allow her.

» DRAWBACKS:
Mizuchi / Kaida's alternate identity — whilst Fated Blood's traits are usually only sourced from the previous holder, Kaida's quirk is sourced from both her parents. Her father has Fated Blood, whilst her mother has a demonic quirk that gives the user a second personality- essentially a parasite. Mizuchi, Kaida's alter ego, can be classified as a second consciousness inside Kaida's head or even her draconic form, and is named after an evil spirit.
— when Kaida faces emotional vulnerability, Mizuchi fights for control over her body through taunts in her head, nightmares, and forcefully gives Kaida negative thoughts. It is an evil entity and is the embodiment of negative emotions, and will do anything to take control of Kaida's mind. If Kaida faces a significant amount of distress on any level, like a close friend getting severely injured, Kaida will no longer have control over her body and Mizuchi will seek to wreak havoc how it sees fit.
— the only way to get Kaida to revert would be to let Mizuchi burn itself out or forcefully restrain it. It is possible that positive emotions and affection can regress Mizuchi's control, but only in rare occasions.
Fire — as she is practically made of ice, Kaida is subject more weakness through various elements, such as fire and heat. The moisture in Kaida's body can evaporate provided that heat is sustained for long enough. Doing this will cause her immense exhaustion and lead her to shutting down.
Fatigue — fatigue occurs when Kaida continuously uses her ice. The moisture in her body prevents the ice-like layer inside her body from freezing her fully, effectively acting as a cooling unit. If Kaida were consistently fire an ice beam, she would experience extreme fatigue and dehydration, and thus must use it non-consecutively.
Transformation — Kaida cannot speak in her dragon form. Being bigger also makes her an easier target, and she would not be able to dodge large scale attacks. She cannot fit into small spots or pursue people inside buildings without transforming back to her human form.

EQUIPMENT

Blank for now.

SKILLS

IKARASHI'S STORM

B

Kaida's fighting style is somewhat derived from her sister's, Wayward Flow, only brutalized tenfold. Kaida can navigate the battlefield with finesse and can dodge attacks or parry them without much effort, even being able to joint-lock opponents if need be. Her deadly strength and speed are something to be wary of when fighting her.

played by taiihun

[Kaida Ikarashi]

[nospaces]

[newclass=.card-front]--cardImage:url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/697307202255454258/1137262770593726584/image.png);[/newclass]
[newclass=.card-back]--cardBack:linear-gradient(34deg, rgba(22,131,207,1) 0%, rgba(0,212,255,1) 100%);[/newclass]

[attr="class","body"]

[attr="class","card"]

[attr="class","inner-card"]

[attr="class","card-front"]

[attr="class","card-front-content"]

[attr="class","card-front-inner-content"]

[attr="class","rarity"]★★★

[attr="class","header"]

SUSANO'O

DRAGON OF U.A

[attr="class","card-back"]

[attr="class","card-back-content"]

Kaida Ikarashi

Fated Blood

[attr="class","blurb"]A mysterious student at the head of U.A's rankings of power- and unpopularity. Though the dragoness is shrouded in mystery, rumours always run around rampant that she's an exiled daughter of a heinous crime syndicate- the yakuza.

[attr="class","stats"]
CORE ATTRIBUTES

[attr="class","statbar"]

[attr="class","stat"]AWARENESS: C+

[attr="class","statbar"]

[attr="class","stat"]STRENGTH: B+

[attr="class","statbar"]

[attr="class","stat"]SPEED: B

[attr="class","statbar"]

[attr="class","stat"]DEXTERITY: B-

[attr="class","statbar"]

[attr="class","stat"]CONSTITUTION: B-

[attr="class","statbar"]

[attr="class","stat"]PRESENCE: C

[newclass=.body]padding:2rem;display:flex[/newclass]
[newclass=.card]background-color:transparent;width:250px;height:350px;border:1px solid #f1f1f1;perspective: 1000px[/newclass]
[newclass=.card:hover .inner-card]transform:rotateY(180deg)[/newclass]
[newclass=.inner-card]position:relative;width:100%;height:100%;text-align:center;transition:transform 0.8s;transform-style:preserve-3d;[/newclass]
[newclass=.card-front]background:var(--cardImage);background-size:cover;color:#fff;position:absolute;width:100%;height:100%;-webkit-backface-visibility:hidden;backface-visibility:hidden;border-radius:10px[/newclass]
[newclass=.card-front-content]padding:15px;height:320px[/newclass]
[newclass=.card-front-inner-content]height:318px;border:1px solid #000;border-radius:10px[/newclass]
[newclass=.rarity]font-size:24px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.header]position:absolute;bottom:30px;left:0px;background:#000;width:240px;padding:5px[/newclass]
[newclass=.card-back]background:var(--cardBack);position:absolute;width:100%;height:100%;-webkit-backface-visibility:hidden;backface-visibility:hidden;transform: rotateY(180deg);border-radius:10px[/newclass]
[newclass=.card-back-content]padding:15px;height:320px[/newclass]
[newclass=.blurb]text-align:justify;margin:10px 0[/newclass]
[newclass=.stats]position:absolute;bottom:15px;text-align:left;width:220px[/newclass]
[newclass=.statbar]margin:2px 0;padding:3px 10px;background:#000;transform:skew(-25deg);color:#fff[/newclass]
[newclass=.stat]display:flex;justify-content:space-between;transform:skew(25deg)[/newclass]
[newclass=.stat span]width:22px[/newclass]

[Kaida Ikarashi]

Credits to @rx for the template

​Harukor

OVERVIEW

» NAME: Harukor Satporopet

» Harukor means 'one who has food', his earned name referencing his love of cooking. Satoporopet references the city he grew up by.

» ALIAS: Wenkamuy of Hokkaido
» GENDER: Male
» AGE: 35
» SEXUALITY: Plotsexual
» BIRTHDATE: 1st May, 2065
» BIRTHPLACE: Hokkaido, Japan
» NATIONALITY: Japanese
» ETHNICITY: Ainu
» LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Itak (native), Japanese (fluent), Russian (fluent), English (intermediate)
» BLOOD TYPE: B
» RELATIONS: Chiharu Satporopet (Daughter)
» ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus
» THEME: Autumn Fire
» AFFILIATION: Vigilantes / Japan Self-Defense Force

» Vigilantes (自警団ヴィジランテ Vijirante?) are people who voluntarily carry out duties usually done by Pro Heroes without paying attention to the law.

» OCCUPATION: Mercenary / Hunter

"Travesty in the Far East! Hundreds of soldiers dead in a territory dispute!"

Guerillas in China sought Russia's territory, Russia thought otherwise. Russia called upon its ally, Japan, to fight their war. The immoral and illegal use of quirks in warfare brought death to hundreds, both civilian and soldier. The little that remained were titled heroes, but heroes of what, exactly? Harukor had no difficulty figuring it out.

» VIGILANTE NAME: Kim-un-kamuy

» Kim-un-kamuy (キムンカムイ, lit. 'god of the mountains', also called Metotush Kamuy and Nuparikor Kamuy) is the Ainu kamuy (god) of bears and mountains.

PERSONALITY

"There's no discrimination on the battlefield."

» POSITIVE TRAITS: 🐻 Kind 🐻 Respectful 🐻 Resourceful 🐻 Clever	» NEGATIVE TRAITS: 🐻 Easily jealous 🐻 He kinda stupid sometimes 🐻 Overprotective 🐻 Deceptive
» LIKES: 🐻 Cooking 🐻 Hunting 🐻 Animals 🐻 Culture	» DISLIKES: 🐻 Cities 🐻 China 🐻 Russia 🐻 Society

Harukor is an incredibly complex person, but on the surface, he seems just as normal as any other regular old guy.

Harukor is cheerful, friendly and fatherly at times, if not sometimes naïve and childish. He's quick to make friends with likeminded people should they not try and aggravate him too much, which hardly ends well for either parties, as he's a person of stubborn opinions— also known as the word impulsive. He was a subject of discrimination once upon a time, so he never takes kindly to being made fun of due to his culture, and the same goes for when being referred to others. The hunter does not hesitate to get into a fight, but struggles to remember that it is just a fight— not a battle to kill people in.

In some ways, it's like he never did die on the battlefield. He can still smile, joke, laugh, move, breathe, eat as any other person. In some ways, he's still who he was before he left Japan for Russia. Harukor knows he is living a lie, but does not let it plague his mind— doing that would mean becoming a true husk of a person as many of his comrades had also become. One could say he is driven on by an unseen force, a fury left undoused and bloodlust not quenched, a demon or kamuy as he would call it only showing itself when he felt no need to hide behind a mask.

But when the mask comes off, the father figure to his adopted daughter goes away, and the demon that puppets the undead soldier rips and roars at its enemies till either he dies, or they do. The spirit guide within his soul does not discriminate on his choice of enemy, even if he does view it as a pure being only capable of love, it is just as capable of evil as he is. A soldier will kill for the sake of his country. There is nothing to be lost when your soul is still on the battlefield.

APPEARANCE

» HEIGHT: 6'3 (190 cm) » WEIGHT: 205 lbs (95kg) » EYE COLOR: Honey brown » SKIN COLOR: Tan » HAIR COLOR: Purplish-black » FACE CLAIM NAME: Sasuke Uchiha / OC (taiihun) » FACE CLAIM SERIES: Naruto / Naruto the Last

"I might... just be the last one."

When humans arrived in Japan from the east, there were two main races of people; the Jomon and Yayoi. Then from the Jomon came the Ainu, and then came Harukor. Though only a special eye not belonging to a foreigner could tell of the slight difference in appearance from Harukor and the rest of the Japanese. With a looming heavyset stature of 6'3, a fine-line scar across his left eyelid to his jaw and across his nose and the purple under his eyes, it's easy to see that Harukor has seen his fair share of battles overseas. However, the most that stands out with him is the bandana, or matanpushi, that he always has tightly wrapped around his head above his eyes— a clear indication that he is a follower of some religion.

The likeliness of wearing clothes from his culture depends on the situation he's in. Hunting, he's wearing anything he's ever caught and skinned. In the city he has casual wear, but if not without a few traditional garments adorning his person, such as his makiri, a knife carved from whalebone. Though typically, anything he wears covers up the multitudes of scars littering his body from head to toe, each telling a very special tale.

HISTORY

"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori."

— In all my dreams before my helpless sight —
— He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. —

SPOILER: Click to show

tw; graphic imagery/gore, death

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer,
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

My Father was a hopeful fan of this old poem. As a soldier deployed in the midst of the rise of meta-powers, or quirks, you could imagine fighting in a war was tantamount to fighting the evil that used those powers. Some people have fragile mindsets, and it doesn't take much for a simple superpower to make them think they're a divine being sent by God to revolutionise Japan by slaughtering dozens. He grew fed up with it, so after it was done he estranged his army, and came to his and my birthplace, Hokkaido, to raise me.

He was an Ainu. An Ainu diluted by Japanese blood over the years, sure, but still an Ainu to his core, a man incredibly in touch with his culture. I grew up in a town with likeminded people who held value for the practice of history, so I learned herbalism, survivalism, tracking, hunting— practically anything required of a huntsman from ancient times. But more importantly; my culture. Culture today is a thing that is valued in terms of tourism, and socialism. I never viewed it as such. Nobody likes being viewed as a living novelty item.

Hokkaido is a land of an endless winter, but it is home to incredible warmth. I grew to love cooking. The grandmothers loved the help in the kitchens. I hunted when permitted, and grew saddened when I'd crossed everything off my list. Maybe when I earned enough money, I could go to Russia or China, and hunt there too. But a week after my seventeenth birthday, my father gave me his hunting knife and a photo of my mother, and left the town to fight another battle he was enlisted in. I didn't see him again. He said mother abandoned us at birth. Perhaps she wanted to be spared the grief of his inevitable death.

As a youth with no income and status, and apparent with idiocy, I ignored my father's warnings and enlisted, having nowhere else to turn to. Who knew? Maybe I'd meet him again on the battlefield.

I trained for a couple years. I received my first and only warning for shattering a superior officer's jaw when he tried to take my matanpushi off. I learnt Russian. I received a reputation based on my impulsiveness for roughhousing with the other soldiers— whether good intentioned or not is up to interpretation. Tensions grew on China's border with Russia. The other soldiers learned to stop screwing with me. I finished my training. Chinese guerillas started a war with Russia. I was deployed.

I was selected to be a translator for Russian and Japanese soldiers. From what we, the division deployed to help its Russian allies, understood, guerillas from China insisted on sparking its age-old war with Russia once more, and stealing some of their territory. Being guerillas, they were illegal, and therefore used quirks in illegal warfare. Shit I didn't bother to understand. What did it matter when you were burdened with the knowledge that you had to kill people just the same as you? I only got to hunt one bear before I was on the front lines. At least my comrades thought it tasted good.

Squash the revolution. Try not to die, even if your enemy was using a quirk. I had killed animals before. What about humans was so different? Their screams. One, two, three, four. I stab one man through the heart with my father's hunting knife. I gouge another's eyes out. I shoot one man, and the bullet hits another behind him. Five, six, seven, eight. A single grenade makes bloody carnage and meat from a group of soldiers. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. It feels like a dream. Eventually, I stop counting, genuinely wondering if I had already died and was enduring an endless nightmare as due by my sins.

I am due to storm a construction alongside my comrades. Orders; leave the wounded, but kill any armed persons. I am already stained in blood, and their screams accentuate the art painted on my body. I have already died, and question what drives my undead body. Or perhaps, there was no drive, but a drive to kill, born from a hunter's instinct?

The last body falls to the floor, my knife in their sternum, and I am no longer human. A single child watches me heave for oxygen, and the colour of her hair reflects the colour I am painted in. But there is no colour in her gaze as I kneel before her, asking her if she can stand. I ask her name, and she does not respond. She is conscious, but she does not see. I pick her up.

"What do you plan on doing with her?" A soldier asks as we leave.

"China won't want her." I reply. "I'm taking her back."

"Surely that's illegal?"

"It doesn't matter. She deserves a home." I look back at the red-painted walls of the building. "Hers isn't here."

---

ITEMS

placeholder

ATTRIBUTES

» AWARENESS (D)	» PRESENCE (C-)
» CONSTITUTION (C+)	» SPEED (D-)
» DEXTERITY (C-)	» STRENGTH (D-)

limit breakers available: 8 | 0/45 used

QUIRK

HASINAW-UK-KAMUY

D- | emitter

placeholder

» DRAWBACKS:
placeholder

EQUIPMENT

— makiri (D-)

SPOILER: Click to show

The makiri is the Ainu's version of a tanto. According to Harukor's father, it is an heirloom passed down from the late 19th century. It is made of whalebone and scratched and stained with incredible use.

— bayonet knife (D-)

SPOILER: Click to show

A large standard issue bayonet knife from Harukor's time in the army. It has also seen its fair share of use.

— recurve bow (D-)

SPOILER: Click to show

A traditional recurve bow made by Harukor. It has no special qualities, apart from the carvings on its limbs.

— arrows (D+)

SPOILER: Click to show

Harukor has a selection of arrows made by his own hand from the feathers of the birds he has hunted, as well as the fallen logs surrounding his property. the quality of arrow refers to its ranking.
— hunting arrow
these arrows have no specific quality. they pierce flesh as well as they would for a deer's.
— poison arrow
the arrowhead has been hollowed out and strength sacrificed for poison made from wolfsbane to be injected into the bloodstream. it is not fatal, but the target will suffer bouts of strength loss or wooziness.
— paralyzing arrow
the arrowhead has been hollowed out and strength sacrificed for a concoction made from hemlock to be injected into the bloodstream. it is not fatal, but the target will suffer lowered blood pressure, which can cause minor muscle paralysis.

SKILLS

DEADEYE

C+

Harukor has always had an inherent dislike for guns. When he was in Russia, he spent most nights hunting animals with his bow rather than humans with his rifle. Thus over his lifetime he has intended on honing his skills with the bow and arrow to perfection— he is able to accurately hit targets from a fair distance away, and also use his bow as an improvised melee weapon should an enemy come into close quarters.

played by taiihun

[Kaida Ikarashi]

Credits to @rx for the template

REI IJUIN

OVERVIEW

» NAME: Rei Ijuin
» ALIAS: Nobu Kamiya (civilian alias)
» GENDER: Male
» PRONOUNS: He/Him, They/Them
» AGE: 20
» SEXUALITY: Plotsexual
» BIRTHDATE: May, 2nd
» BIRTHPLACE: Kyushu, Japan
» NATIONALITY: Japanese
» ETHNICITY: Japanese
» LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Japanese (native), English (fluent)
» BLOOD TYPE: O
» ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus
» OCCUPATION: Librarian
» AFFILIATION: Villains

» Villains (敵ヴィラン Viran?) are people who use their Quirks to commit crimes, cause destruction, and potentially put innocent lives at stake.

» VILLAIN NAME: N/A

PERSONALITY

"Ignorance is bliss."

» POSITIVE TRAITS: ♙ Considerate ♙ Independant ♙ Loyal ♙ Perceptive	» NEGATIVE TRAITS: ♙ Blunt ♙ Rude ♙ Pessimistic ♙ Ungrateful
» LIKES: ♙ Dango ♙ Training ♙ Touch / sensation ♙ Proverbs	» DISLIKES: ♙ Curry ♙ Loud people ♙ Anyone thinking he's weak ♙ Forgiveness

It's about what you'd expect from someone of his caliber.

He has patience, yes, as picking a fight isn't exactly ideal given his physical stature. Though, underneath his seemingly calm exterior that sports the occasional quip, he has a bit of a bite to his bark. There's two halves to the people in his story- the ones who squirm, and the ones who don't. You put up with either, your fuse gets blown. He grumbles at the apologetic types and snaps at the ones who think he's in their way, and he has to thank them for the broken bones and newly oh so beautiful bruises that they've given him. But that's fine- he'll find his way out sooner or later of this hellscape he can't see but knows far too well through his other four senses.

When you've been given the short end of the stick in this world of superhumans, when you're a nobody, you can let go of that stick- or grab, and pull.

APPEARANCE

» HEIGHT: 5'8 (173 cm) » WEIGHT: 155 lbs (70kg) » EYE COLOR: Red » SKIN COLOR: Caucasian » HAIR COLOR: Black » FACE CLAIM NAME: Itachi Uchiha » FACE CLAIM SERIES: Naruto / Naruto Shippuden

"Dumplings over flowers."

He's blind.

No need to fluff about with it, Rei would say. Why bother? What's the problem? He can feel how nervous you are, tripping over your own feet to try and make sure that you don't say something wrong. Don't worry about it- he's heard the same excuses about "how you didn't realise" and that sorta thing, yadda yadda. It's normal. It's okay. He's used to it, there's nothing to be done about it, it won't change. It's okay. It's not okay.

Rei stands at a decent height with a lithe body and his straight ink-black hair usually tied back and out of the way of his eyes- not that it matters. His eyes themselves are murky and unseeing, and he's usually staring off into the distance with that fake one-hundred-mile stare coloured blood red that he might want to cover up with sunglasses if he feels someone else's gaze burning him. Rei usually sports a minimalistic style in clothing with jeans, jackets and shirts- though it's not to say his style isn't out of wack sometimes because, well, he might have put the wrong thing on- or just wore it backwards. Either or.

HISTORY

"The country is in ruins, yet there are mountains and rivers."

tw // none

When Rei was born, a coin was flipped.

Most of the time in this day and age, it lands on heads, and people are granted powers thought unbelievable mere decades ago when the supernatural was thought to be pure myth. Fire breathing, manipulation of time, extraordinary healing abilities- anything. Then the other side of the coin lands on tails, and people are granted nothing but jealousy, and xenophobia towards the self for being... "different" than what we're now used to, what is now favourable. But what if you're so unlucky that the coin doesn't land on either, and only on its side?

Well, you get one very, very angry person.

Born blind in such a powerful world, Rei hoped for a quirk that would make his life worth living, which of course never came. Evolution didn't choose him, so he chose to look elsewhere for sources of power in listening and learning the tendencies of the bullies who thought him an easy target for their frustrations, chuckling at them when they realised they'd been beaten by someone as weak as him. Then he'd get his ass beat by their reinforcements. He'd get his money stolen, he'd steal it back and a few fingers with it if he desired. His parents from the foster system didn't care about what he did or what he accomplished, so it's win-win there.

But it's not enough. He needs to go higher. He needs to find a solution, something, power, fame, anything that will get him on top. It doesn't matter when, it doesn't matter how, only that it happens. As a person with nothing left to lose, he'll do anything to become what he deserves.

ITEMS

Nothing as of yet.

QUIRK

Nothing to see here.

ATTRIBUTES

» AWARENESS (B-)	» VITALITY (D-)
» DURABILITY (D-)	» SPEED (C)
» DEXTERITY (D)	» STRENGTH (D-)

Limit Breakers: 3 Available | 0/45 Used

EQUIPMENT

— rei's cane (d-)

SPOILER: Click to show

He spends hours upon hours listening to any sort of environment to get used to it, to pick out the nitty and gritty of what he might need, but there's only so much he can do before bumping into someone because he didn't realise they were there. But who cares? If they do, they're going to get a nasty surprise from the blade hidden inside that cane since they weren't watching where they were going. The cane is black with a silver pommel, with feathery engravings on it and on the blade itself.

SKILLS

SWORDSMANSHIP

C

Given that he's more than a little impaired, he relies heavily on his other four senses to compensate for his sight- and that comes in physical touch and sensation. Instead of long-ranged combat, Rei finds his passion in Iaido-style swordsmanship to compensate for any fast attacks that may come his way. He's a bit of a ways to go in terms of perfection, but it's not to say he won't hesitate to slice an arm off or two.

PHONETIC SYMPHONY

C

Rei's incredible sense of hearing stems from his lack of sight. With this comes his unique ability, Phonetic Symphony, which allows him to diligently analyse his opponent's habits; in which, their repetitive movements form into a "symphony". From his opponent's movements come the intro, the verse, the pre-chorus, the chorus, the bridge, and the outro, all movements that allow him to understand their rhythm. With this ability, Rei can pinpoint openings and weaknesses whilst fighting his opponents far more easily.

— It takes a long time to complete the score, and no use is made of this ability before the score is complete. The score is typically completed after a fight with an opponent has reached a higher point, or the opponent reveals their habits themselves.
— The introduction of new abilities/techniques will not be adapted into Phonetic Symphony after the score has been completed. Rei will have to relearn the score to compensate for the new ability.

played by taiihun

[Kaida Ikarashi]

SANGO SATOMI

i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

❝

Contrary to popular belief, Lorem Ipsum is not simply random text. It has roots in a piece of classical Latin literature from 45 BC, making it over 2000 years old. Richard McClintock, a Latin professor at Hampden-Sydney College in Virginia, looked up one of the more obscure Latin words, consectetur, from a Lorem Ipsum passage, and going through the cites of the word in classical literature, discovered the undoubtable source. Lorem Ipsum comes from sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 of "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" (The Extremes of Good and Evil) by Cicero, written in 45 BC. This book is a treatise on the theory of ethics, very popular during the Renaissance. The first line of Lorem Ipsum, "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet..", comes from a line in section 1.10.32.

The standard chunk of Lorem Ipsum used since the 1500s is reproduced below for those interested. Sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 from "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" by Cicero are also reproduced in their exact original form, accompanied by English versions from the 1914 translation by H. Rackham.

Contrary to popular belief, Lorem Ipsum is not simply random text. It has roots in a piece of classical Latin literature from 45 BC, making it over 2000 years old. Richard McClintock, a Latin professor at Hampden-Sydney College in Virginia, looked up one of the more obscure Latin words, consectetur, from a Lorem Ipsum passage, and going through the cites of the word in classical literature, discovered the undoubtable source. Lorem Ipsum comes from sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 of "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" (The Extremes of Good and Evil) by Cicero, written in 45 BC. This book is a treatise on the theory of ethics, very popular during the Renaissance. The first line of Lorem Ipsum, "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet..", comes from a line in section 1.10.32.

@tagsomeone

MADE BY MIZO

[Kaida Ikarashi]

LUKI ANDOU

luki andou

❝

Contrary to popular belief, Lorem Ipsum is not simply random text. It has roots in a piece of classical Latin literature from 45 BC, making it over 2000 years old. Richard McClintock, a Latin professor at Hampden-Sydney College in Virginia, looked up one of the more obscure Latin words, consectetur, from a Lorem Ipsum passage, and going through the cites of the word in classical literature, discovered the undoubtable source. Lorem Ipsum comes from sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 of "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" (The Extremes of Good and Evil) by Cicero, written in 45 BC. This book is a treatise on the theory of ethics, very popular during the Renaissance. The first line of Lorem Ipsum, "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet..", comes from a line in section 1.10.32.

The standard chunk of Lorem Ipsum used since the 1500s is reproduced below for those interested. Sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 from "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" by Cicero are also reproduced in their exact original form, accompanied by English versions from the 1914 translation by H. Rackham.

Contrary to popular belief, Lorem Ipsum is not simply random text. It has roots in a piece of classical Latin literature from 45 BC, making it over 2000 years old. Richard McClintock, a Latin professor at Hampden-Sydney College in Virginia, looked up one of the more obscure Latin words, consectetur, from a Lorem Ipsum passage, and going through the cites of the word in classical literature, discovered the undoubtable source. Lorem Ipsum comes from sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 of "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" (The Extremes of Good and Evil) by Cicero, written in 45 BC. This book is a treatise on the theory of ethics, very popular during the Renaissance. The first line of Lorem Ipsum, "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet..", comes from a line in section 1.10.32.

@tagsomeone

MADE BY MIZO

[Kaida Ikarashi]

Credits to @rx for the template

TENMA

OVERVIEW

» NAME: Unknown
» ALIAS: Tenma

» "Tenma" is their most recent codename, which has a variety of meanings. Tenma's name is written as both "heavenly" and "true".

» GENDER: Androgynous (male-inclined)
» PRONOUNS: They/Them, He/Him (interchangeable)
» AGE: 25
» SEXUALITY: Plotsexual
» BIRTHDATE: 26th, April, 2075
» BIRTHPLACE: Unknown
» NATIONALITY: Japanese
» ETHNICITY: Unknown
» LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Japanese (fluent), English (fluent), Korean (fluent)
» BLOOD TYPE: AB+
» ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus
» THEME: Never Fade Away
» AFFILIATION: Vigilantes / Kabuki (unsanctioned Military Black Operatives)

Kabuki is an unsanctioned Black Ops organisation under the hand of a man simply known as "Master", listed under a corrupt section of a private military. All assassins, known also as Kabuki, are trained in killing arts to the point where they are living weapons with no emotion. Each Kabuki has a masked stylised to their temperament, which hides their identity. They carry out assassinations on villains and vigilantes deemed a threat to the population.

» OCCUPATION: Covert-operator / Assassin

"Car crash in Shimonoseki! Administrator of local charity killed!"

Tenma's second execution. In the limited knowledge that he had been given, the CEO of that charity had been leeching the money to the black market— weapons produced that Tenma had likely used. But he's not privy to the reason why he killed her, why Kabuki selected her. Orders are orders, and remained unquestioned.

» VIGILANTE NAME: Nekomata

» Nekomata are a cat yokai in Japanese folklore. There are legends about them controlling and eating humans, and hiding away in deep mountain recesses.

PERSONALITY

"Orders are orders. Absolute."

» POSITIVE TRAITS: 🎭 Gentle 🎭 Honest 🎭 Whimsical 🎭 Clever	» NEGATIVE TRAITS: 🎭 Blunt 🎭 Placid 🎭 Unambitious 🎭 Secretive
» LIKES: 🎭 Cooking 🎭 Cats 🎭 Aquariums 🎭 Travelling	» DISLIKES: 🎭 Dogs 🎭 Loud-mouthers 🎭 Being on the ground 🎭 Change

The mission takes first priority. That, above everything else, is absolute.

It's not a matter of morality, good or evil; if his superior says to do something, if his superior says to slay a villain deemed dangerous enough, he will see it done. To him, it's not something to be questioned, as he's never questioned it, as it is his duty— as an assassin, a weapon with no identity, this is his only purpose. He has no will of his own, and must be told what to do. There is nothing else there but clay to be molded how his master sees fit and there is simply no way around it— he exists just for this, and is ready to be discarded should he fail, and replaced with a more valuable tool.

Yet, even if he is a shadow of a person with no humanity in his actions, there is whimsy to be found in his gentle and quiet words.

Asahi, Enji, Hide, more and more, now Tenma. Tenma is a new leaf, reborn from another self into the same world. Each time he is given a new name, he observes the simple joys of humanity, things he could never hope to understand on a personal level. But he learns more and more each time when there aren't any knives in his hands to be put to throats, a type of curiousity only belonging to a predator. Even if he is a killer, merciless, cruel and unfeeling, he cannot help but wonder what it would be like to have a permanent name, and to show his face to the world without worry.

APPEARANCE

» HEIGHT: 5'10 (176 cm)
» WEIGHT: 176 lbs (76kg)
» EYE COLOR: ?
» SKIN COLOR: Pale
» HAIR COLOR: Whitish-beige
» FACE CLAIM NAME: OC (taiihun) / Various artists
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: OC (taiihun) / Various artists

"Don't get too curious, now."

Tenma stands at a little bit above average height, perfect for not standing out amongst crowds. He's not lanky but muscled, not overly so but defined from years upon years of on-field missions, exercises, and near-death encounters. His pale skin hides the faint scars littering his scarcely exposed skin, of which his gear lays upon— anything but his shoulders and biceps are covered by black tactical attire, simple but intricate in design, ideal for a person who wants to stay hidden. But amongst anything else, his most noticeable feature is his mask.

It also isn't detailed. A simple porcelain traditionally styled cat mask with green and red markings is always present on Tenma's face, wrapped around his head and displacing the tufts of his off-white hair. No matter what, the mask stays on. It is what keeps his identity under wraps and symbolises him as a weapon amongst other weapons at his master's disposal— if the mask is rid of, he has failed as a weapon. He knows exactly what that means for him.

For this reason, he is owned to no particular gender, as it doesn't matter, and he doesn't care. People are free to refer to him how they wish, as a weapon has no identity.

HISTORY

"That is irrelevant."

— And think, this heart, all evil shed away —

SPOILER: Click to show

tw: death, manipulation, swears

"Alright, what have we got here?"

A flashlight is shone into his eyes, blinding him. He recoils.

"Ten years, asian. Scrappy, but he's got more meat on him than the rest. Weird lookin' 'n creepy fucker, too. Don't like his eyes."

"Yeah, well, not much we can do about that." The man in the white trenchcoat looks at his coworker. "The others aren't any better? You're sure?"

"Best pick of the litter." The other one says. "What good you can get out of abandoned orphans, anyway."

The first man nods. "Okay, let's take them, that one... and that one. Rest, we'll leave them."

"We care about any possessions?"

"Yes. Get rid of them."

"Aye, sir."

The first man kneels at his height, looking him straight in the eyes, dark brown gaze watching his. "It's nice to meet you. Your name is...?"

---

"Asahi, fall in. Report."

Asahi kneels before the man in the white trench-coat, who he has simply come to known as 'Master'. As a child of only ten years, he's dwarfed in size, an intimidating notion and one that leaves his hands trembling. "I have completed the training regime you've given—"

"Speak up. I can't hear you." Master says, eyes still on his clipboard.

Asahi's wobbling voice stills, speaking louder. "I have completed the training regime you've given me, Master. I have forced my body, mind and soul to its limits and beyond. I have fulfilled each and every assignment you've given me, dutifully so, with our goal in mind. I have complied with you without question, as I am, as only what I am, and only what I ever will be."

Master looks at him, eyes calculating. "How has your body responded?"

"... W-Without question, Master."

"Your mind?"

"Without question, Master."

"Your soul?"

"Without question, Master."

The slightest tint of approval in Master's eye glints. He looks at Asahi's supervisor, behind the young child. "Do you adhere to their words?"

"Yes, sir."

Master hums. "Good." He kneels in front of Asahi and hands him a mask before moving on to the other children. A cat mask made of porcelain. "Welcome home. Send them on the next high priority mission."

---

"Enji, fall in. Report."

Enji kneels before Master, his mask swaying with the movement. "I have completed the mission you have assigned to me successfully, Master."

"What of your target?"

Enji pauses, their silence heavy. "... Eliminated, sir." They eventually say.

Master looks around. "What of your teammates?"

"... Killed in action, sir."

Master clicks their tongue disapprovingly. "Due to incompetence at your leisure, I shouldn't hope?"

Enji looks up, panicked. "Sir—"

"Silence. I only need your results, not empty promises."

Enji lowers his head, heart wavering like a hummingbird's wings beneath his chest. Yes, his teammates had died, but only because...

"This was your first execution, was it not?"

Enji nods, a silent but raspy intake of breath.

Master falls quiet. "... I see. It's only been three years since your joining. I anticipated your inexperience, but I expect this to not happen again. Dismissed. Continue training with your peers."

Enji nods and vanishes, knowing he wouldn't be able to tell him that almost all of the orphans that had joined alongside him had also fallen, too.

---

"Hide, fall in. Report."

Hide staggers in before his Master, falling to his knees, harsh breaths escaping his mask. He's the same height as Master now. "I have completed the training regime that you've given me, Master."

"Irrelevant, Hide. What happened?"

Red paints not only his vision, but his mask, too. Red beneath his fingernails. Red in his mouth. Red everywhere. The knife still in his hand, an iron grip refusing to let go, is too hot with blood and too cold with its metal. "There was an accident during training, sir. I... I misjudged my opponent, believing them to be an enemy, and handled them accordingly as I would an enemy."

"Your fellow Kabuki, an enemy?" Master says.

Enji nods, his breathing evening out. His heartrate is not because of what he has done, but merely because of what was required of him in that moment— as he kneels before his Master, there is no guilt. No rage. No remorse. No heartbreak. No nothing.

As it is expected of him, because that is all that he is.

"You may deal with me as you see fit, Master. I am at your disposal."

"What of your body?"

"At your disposal."

"What of your mind?"

"At your disposal."

"... What of your soul?"

Enji looks up. "... I am to be done with what you wish, as I am, and always will be."

Master's dark eyes glimmered in the strange way they always did in those moments. "... Welcome home."

---

Questions of where he came from occurred once and only once ever since he had put on his mask, during his abduction. Life in his orphanage had been a blur, the reason why him and the others had been abandoned even more so. He wondered if he had a mother, or father, only briefly, before realising that it had no meaning. He had no value to them, nor them to him. He had no purpose until Master gave him one, one that he did not question, and likely never would— if he had value, if he could do something, anything, to serve a purpose, he would. He had blood on his hands, but he never questioned it, because it was not meant to be.

The other masks he had grown up alongside cracked until he was the only one left. Yet not once did he disobey orders, for orders were all he ever knew, fulfilling executions as his Master deemed fit, killing the unworthy. The mission is everything. The mission is absolute. The mission must be completed at all costs, whatever innocent or evil blood was in his way. Even if it were immoral, even if he had to trample others to fulfill his master's goals...

"Tenma, fall in. Report for duty."

... he would willingly drown in a sea of blood from his own making.

ITEMS

— A jade ring on a small thin black rope. Tenma wears it as a necklace, out of sight.

ATTRIBUTES

» AWARENESS (C)	» VITALITY (D-)
» DURABILITY (D-)	» SPEED (C)
» DEXTERITY (C)	» STRENGTH (C-)

limit breakers available: 8 | 0/45 used

QUIRK

WELCOME HOME

C- | emitter

"Welcome Home" or more commonly referred to its codename "Black" allows the user to merge their body with a darkly coloured environment or object, and move through it freely.
— The quirk does not consider mass of the object the user chooses to merge into. They can merge into small objects.
— The user cannot merge into shadow with another person. The user can carry them outside of the dark surface while merged.

» DRAWBACKS:
Light — shining a light on an object or environment the user is merged in will forcibly eject them from that spot, as long as it is sufficiently lit by a decent light.
Movement — merging can only be done on a surface level. The user cannot meld through a dark space on a wall and out through the other side, even if it is darkly lit.
— As long as a surface is covered darkly, the user can meld into it, and find smaller cracks to make their way through.

EQUIPMENT

— Tenma's mask (-D)

SPOILER: Click to show

Tenma's mask. The porcelain on the inside of the mask is well-worn and smooth. A mask is a form of identification, and an identity to hide behind.

— Tenma's kit (-D)

SPOILER: Click to show

Tenma's kit. Clipped on his belt are sai, and pouches that hold kunai, shuriken, and even a kusarigama. Typical ninja things.

SKILLS

STEALTH

B-

Tenma has lived a life in the shadows, and has no problem becoming one. With body, mind and soul committed to the success of his missions, flashiness is not an option. Tenma has a highly suppressed presence that allows him to sneak through crowds unseen, and approach his targets without them noticing, like a cat's stealthy pawsteps over leaflitter.

KOBUDO

B-

Guns out blazing is not the Kabuki's style— that's a given. Tenma conceals himself through a range of lethal short-range weapons, ideal for covert operations. Tenma is adept at close-range combat and using weapons catergorised under Kabudo— like the sai, senbon, sickle, and so on.

PARKOUR

C

To trail after targets, Tenma must be able to traverse difficult environments with ease, using his dexterity to scale walls and jump across rooftops. It is second nature for a Kabuki, a shinobi that must be able to endure their harshest surroundings.

played by taiihun