May 30, 2023 4:40:42 GMT
Post by alias on May 30, 2023 4:40:42 GMT
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⌜≘ A L I A S ≘⌟
璇 野猫
璇 野猫
OVERVIEW
» NAME: Wouldn't you like to know? 😉
» A.K.A.: Locke (public); The Illusory Hero (as Locke), Spoiler (Informant), Moniker (HPSC), Alias (Agent Designation)
» AGE: Anybody's guess :DD
» GENDER: Female-presenting-ish? Pronouns are whatever
» SEXUALITY: ✨ Plot ✨
» AFFILIATION: Civilian
» THEME: international superspy
PERSONALITY
» POSITIVE TRAITS:🔒 Assertive | » NEGATIVE TRAITS: 🎭 Compulsive liar |
» LIKES: 🎭 TickTock during breaks | » DISLIKES:🔒 Hero rankings |
“I’ll keep all my feelings right here, and then one day, I’ll die.”
Her strengths primarily lie in singing, the visual arts, writing (both analytical and fictional), gymnastics - and lying her ass off at the drop of a hat.
A charlatan and a fool and a trickster all in one who trusts other people about as far as she can throw them on an individual basis, this is above all else a deeply flawed (and maybe in that, deeply human) person. Chock full of about as many personas as there may be cards in a deck, it’s also hard to tell when or how much she’s being honest at a given time, especially during first impressions. On top of that, it’s very possible that no one actually knows what her true personality is, as she presents a different front to everyone (and may or may not have been doing it for so long that not even she is sure who her ‘true self’ is anymore, lmao).
The main identities she currently dons are as follows:
LOCKE, THE ILLUSION HERO
Overworked and overtired and just this shy of outright clumsy, but Locke is nonetheless a UA assistant hopeful who is always doing her best! Her quirk may not be the best suited for battling and brawling, but it does certainly have its uses, and she’d like nothing more than to illuminate the way for other young hero hopefuls who, while they may not have the most conventionally combat-affiliated powers, still want to be of help and make a difference to society. She’s sweet, in spite of her undeniable hints of ditziness, and always happy to lend an ear.
MONIKER, THE SPY
She's blunt, observant, and perceptive by nature. However, 'Moniker' nonetheless always prefers to keep her cards close to her chest. She presents as a very ‘dry’ personality, mostly no-nonsense and focused except for the occasional sarcastic comment or joke. While she’s not exactly passionate about her job, she doesn’t slack when it comes to actually getting her part of the mission done and dusted… because she saves all the slacking for break times and pit-stops where she can mindlessly scroll through her social media for a smidgen of dopamine or serotonin.
“I go where I’m needed and I do what’s needed of me. Isn’t that the job of a hero in the first place?”
“You’re twisting things, and you know it!”
“. . . Duh. That’s my job.”
SPOILER, THE INFORMANT
Sly, 'suave', and able and willing to switch between masks at a moment’s notice, Spoiler is a tricky individual who's never been seen in person by most heroes, and never will be, if they can help it. Their job lies in delivering information throughout the private grapevine as necessary or as ordered. Where their information comes from can only be presumed, because they certainly don't care to tell you!
MIRI HASEGAWA, THE CIVILIAN
Miri Hasegawa is casual and playful at the surface level, and easy enough to superficially befriend. But she’s quick to become defensive if you get too close to her sore spots or if she feels called out, is deeply cynical beneath the easy smile and wall of sleep-deprived memery, and doesn’t trust pretty much anyone (okay, except for her pets). She’s also rather quick to turn on most people outside of her siblings, has a hard time admitting when she’s in the wrong if the issue strikes close enough to her vulnerabilities, and if outright called out on any of this, is prone to shutting down or shutting the other party out to avoid things entirely for a while.
'HOTARU' AND THE OTHER FLEX IDENTITIES
A free space, essentially, for the varied number of faces, appearances, roles, and personalities she'll take on whenever she needs to get the job done.
APPEARANCE
» HEIGHT: 159 cm (5'3")
» WEIGHT: 80 kg (176 lbs)
» EYE COLOR: Varies (naturally violet)
» HAIR COLOR: Varies
» SKIN COLOR: Tan
» FACE CLAIM NAME: Hapi / Abigail Jones / Giovanna
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: FE: 3H / The Great Pretender / Guilty Gear
“You’re a manipulative piece of sh**.”
“Sure. But at least I always look good while I’m doing it.”
The young woman who calls herself ‘Locke’ has one of those faces. With facial structure and features ambiguous in race as well as gender, — enough to be taken for either a sharp-featured young woman or a pretty, bare-faced young man — and the range of possibilities only expanded when one brings makeup into the mix, she couldn’t count on all her fingers and toes how many times she’s been asked by both strangers and former targets alike whether or not they’ve met before. With the right products and the right lighting, she could be just about anyone; she really does just kinda have one of those faces.
Hair-wise, she’s got a shaved undercut for the sheer immaculate ✨gender✨ of it. Whether she wears her hair down to cover it or not depends on the role she’s assuming, but she usually wears it down to conceal the undercut when assuming ‘Locke’s life.
Her "hero outfit", as Locke, consists of a fancy-looking white cropped jacket over a high-necked purple crop top and matching white pants, completed with black thigh-high boots and a gray utility belt full of things she can easily use her quirk on in a pinch (as well as sticky pads and extra pens and pencils for doodling and making scribbles or prank notes when she’s bored, but shhhh). A hairband with a little mini-top hat attached to it - to ensure it'll stay on Locke's head when she wears it - 'tops' off the outfit. The hairband is seemingly adorned with little metal triangles for some flair, but those triangles are much more dangerous than they look. Usually they lie flat as decoration, but they can flip up to stand straight, spiky, and sharp in case of emergency or need of some slashing.
Outside her happy little masquerade as ditzy little Locke, she wears whatever she needs to when undercover, and whatever she wants the rest of the time. Her fashion sense spans from casual bodycon dresses to princesscore to varsity jackets and ripped jeans to athleisure to boho chic, so her style is about as predictable as her sense of self - as far as she's concerned, she wears what she wants when she wants and that's about the end of it.
BACKGROUND
There is no heartbreakingly tragic backstory.
She’s a normal girl from a normal household who’s lived a horribly normal life. She has two loving parents who want the best for her, a cluster of energetic baby siblings with heads full of dreams, a caring older brother who checks in whenever he can and reminds her to take care of herself, an adorable puppy with shepherding in his blood, a dramatic cat who’ll yowl at any closed doors with a person on the other side of it, and a hamster with a perpetual case of the zoomies.
It wasn’t the most interesting upbringing, sure, but it wasn’t awful either. It was fine. It’s fine. She’s fine.
Her father, a diplomat of a foreign nation, who abused her when she failed to meet his standards or stepped outside the bounds of his control. He was overseas more often than he wasn’t, though. A small mercy.
Her mother, an overworked and inflexible professor who loved them but had barely wanted one of her children much less three, and often simply pursed her lips and looked away while the hurt was happening -- it was happening for a reason, right? If the child just behaved, if she was honest, if she kept up with her schoolwork, if she didn’t hide things, if she talked to them, if she obeyed, if she didn’t make her father angry, if she trusted them, then this wouldn’t happen, right?
She had siblings. They were okay. An absent older sister who might as well have been an acquaintance. A geographically distant—for university’s sake—but caring and understanding and devoted older brother even if he was more often than not too far away to do much of anything (though not because he wanted to be; e’d gotten out of their house as soon as he could, which, honestly, was smart, and honestly, who could blame him? He loved his family, he just didn’t want to be anywhere near them, most of the time). Three younger sisters, a protective younger brother, and an innocent baby brother.
And then there was her.
She learned to lie young, always scared of the truth and what it might bring from her parents -- a father who was fun and understanding most of the time but yelled and snapped and slapped her (‘lightly’) upside the head when she asked him for homework help but guessed too much at the answers instead of solving them the way he told her to; a mother who sighed when asked for affection or attention, then got offended when it was remarked that she was less physically loving than her husband, and reacted only with disapproval and dismay after her middle child took the wrong bus home and forgot about after-school activities one too many times, on the grounds of what would her friends and colleagues think? Unmotivated, forgetful, disobedient, a child who made too many mistakes and tried to cover them up with more.
Her fear-driven lies were discovered. Her father yelled, her mother shook her head, her sister covered her ears, her brother wasn’t home, she was locked in her room to think about her behavior.
(I mean, she also got the shit kicked out of her a couple times, but you get how it is, you live and you learn, you know?)
She told better lies.
She was caught less, and hurt less. She learned -- the wrong lesson, maybe, but at least she learned. She got good at it. The better she got, the more often she did it. Lying became second nature, an easy way to make sure she never got hurt, because her parents only hurt her when she gave them a reason to (right?). All she had to do was get rid of the reasons, and hiding the reasons seemed to work as well as anything else.
And when you get good enough at something, and your late-blooming quirk just seems to help you get even better at it - might as well get paid for it, am I right?
(Other than THAT minor familial shitshow, though, her life was pretty normal! You know, girl is born, girl grows up, girl goes to school, girl graduates school, girl goes to college and falls into deep depression because the world’s kind of fucked actually and now there’s not even the comforting toxicity of her home turf to distract her from it, girl flunks a few classes, girl gets connected through a family member to a potential mildly shady job that doesn’t require a college degree, girl goes in for interview, girl gets job, girl becomesindentured servant of the very sus government government worker in the middle of a world that’s 🎶falling to pieces, oooo, all of the pieces, one by one🎶.
Nothing you’ve never heard before. Right?)
It wasn’t the most interesting upbringing, sure, but it wasn’t awful either. It was fine. It’s fine. She’s fine.
Her father, a diplomat of a foreign nation, who abused her when she failed to meet his standards or stepped outside the bounds of his control. He was overseas more often than he wasn’t, though. A small mercy.
Her mother, an overworked and inflexible professor who loved them but had barely wanted one of her children much less three, and often simply pursed her lips and looked away while the hurt was happening -- it was happening for a reason, right? If the child just behaved, if she was honest, if she kept up with her schoolwork, if she didn’t hide things, if she talked to them, if she obeyed, if she didn’t make her father angry, if she trusted them, then this wouldn’t happen, right?
She had siblings. They were okay. An absent older sister who might as well have been an acquaintance. A geographically distant—for university’s sake—but caring and understanding and devoted older brother even if he was more often than not too far away to do much of anything (though not because he wanted to be; e’d gotten out of their house as soon as he could, which, honestly, was smart, and honestly, who could blame him? He loved his family, he just didn’t want to be anywhere near them, most of the time). Three younger sisters, a protective younger brother, and an innocent baby brother.
And then there was her.
She learned to lie young, always scared of the truth and what it might bring from her parents -- a father who was fun and understanding most of the time but yelled and snapped and slapped her (‘lightly’) upside the head when she asked him for homework help but guessed too much at the answers instead of solving them the way he told her to; a mother who sighed when asked for affection or attention, then got offended when it was remarked that she was less physically loving than her husband, and reacted only with disapproval and dismay after her middle child took the wrong bus home and forgot about after-school activities one too many times, on the grounds of what would her friends and colleagues think? Unmotivated, forgetful, disobedient, a child who made too many mistakes and tried to cover them up with more.
Her fear-driven lies were discovered. Her father yelled, her mother shook her head, her sister covered her ears, her brother wasn’t home, she was locked in her room to think about her behavior.
(I mean, she also got the shit kicked out of her a couple times, but you get how it is, you live and you learn, you know?)
She told better lies.
She was caught less, and hurt less. She learned -- the wrong lesson, maybe, but at least she learned. She got good at it. The better she got, the more often she did it. Lying became second nature, an easy way to make sure she never got hurt, because her parents only hurt her when she gave them a reason to (right?). All she had to do was get rid of the reasons, and hiding the reasons seemed to work as well as anything else.
And when you get good enough at something, and your late-blooming quirk just seems to help you get even better at it - might as well get paid for it, am I right?
(Other than THAT minor familial shitshow, though, her life was pretty normal! You know, girl is born, girl grows up, girl goes to school, girl graduates school, girl goes to college and falls into deep depression because the world’s kind of fucked actually and now there’s not even the comforting toxicity of her home turf to distract her from it, girl flunks a few classes, girl gets connected through a family member to a potential mildly shady job that doesn’t require a college degree, girl goes in for interview, girl gets job, girl becomes
Nothing you’ve never heard before. Right?)
ITEMS
Cellphone: Her HPSC-issued cellphone. It’s got a cute lil Gudetama phone charm attached to it, but she’ll deny any substantial fondness for the lazy little egg mascot until she’s on her goddamn deathbed.
Utility belt: Never leave home without your trusty utility belt, chock-full of uhhhhh definitely not snacks and sticky notes, just things like a taser, a pocket knife, miscellaneous materials... that kind of thing. Possibly also a wallet and keys. Who needs a purse?
Bunny-ear headphones: For music and being lectured by your bosses without being subjected to the embarrassment of having everyone in a ten yard radius listening in on you getting chewed out, of course.
