Jan 4, 2024 0:52:14 GMT
Post by Shizuka Kumori on Jan 4, 2024 0:52:14 GMT
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[attr="class","header1"]ꜱʜɪᴢᴜᴋᴀ ᴋᴜᴍᴏʀɪ
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» NAME: shizuka kumori
» AGE: 19
» BIRTHPLACE: tokyo, japan
» BIRTHDAY: december 23rd
» VOICECLAIM: vex, league of legends [japanese]
» GENDER: cisfemale
» PRONOUNS: she/her
» SEXUALITY: bicurious demiromantic
» STATUS: very, very single
» AFFILIATION: student
» ALIAS: terubozu
» OCCUPATION: photographer
» CLASS: department of heroics, 1st year
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[attr="class","header2"]ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
» POSITIVE TRAITS:✔ polite | » NEGATIVE TRAITS:✘ apathetic |
»LIKES:✔ photography | »DISLIKES:✘ undue attention |
oh. i'll be honest, i don't quite know how to describe myself. this is around the age where most people start to transition into truly discovering themselves, but i've had some difficulty with that part. my therapist tells me that it's in part due to my childhood and the incident. that's the kind of thing that can prevent someone from fully developing their sense of identity. but, also, i have this little inkling in the back of my head that tells me that maybe, just maybe, there might be something wrong with me.
i think i might just repeat what other people have told me. in school, all of my classmates told me that i was a very quiet girl. i think that's probably true. i don't tend to speak unless i have been spoken to, and even when i do, i'm always very polite and reserved. you might think that made me popular with the teachers, but it only made me a little bit more invisible than i already was. though my test scores were high, i never sat with anybody at lunch, and i never joined any extracurricular activities. it was a bit of a tragic existence, but, honestly, i like slipping into the background. some people love the limelight, but i don't. i'm like a vampire—put me in a spotlight, and i'll start sizzling.
that doesn't mean i was all that happy with my situation. i've never really had any friends, and for a very long time, i've relied on myself and my stuffed animals. my babies are good to me, but after a while, i've kind of started to want some actual, genuine connection. i'm not a kid anymore, and i find it difficult to imagine my stuffies talking back to me nowadays.
i guess the only problem is that it's hard for me to open up to people. i'm not a very genuine person, honestly. i don't tend to talk about myself. from the social interaction drills my therapist made me do a while back, i learned that people really like talking about themselves, but i've taken it too far and all i do during conversations is ask questions. that's a big weakness of mine, i guess. i honestly don't know how to talk to real human beings.
oh well. i'm sure i'll be fine.
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» HEIGHT: 5'10"
» WEIGHT: 120 lbs
» EYE COLOR: blue
» HAIR COLOR: black & pink
» SKIN COLOR: pale
» FACE CLAIM NAME: stocking
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: panty and stocking with garterbelt
i'm really tall. it's probably the first thing you'll notice about me. compared to the average height for women in japan, i tower over most of my peers, and it was especially a talking point when i was in high school. since i'm both very tall and pretty skinny, a lot of people liked to call me a skeleton. i mean, i don't really mind that. i think skeletons are pretty cool.
beyond that, though, i mostly differentiate myself from other people with my sense of style. while i'm still not very sure about who i am as a person, i think i've put my finger on what i like to wear. gothic, alt, lolita is what i tend to go for, featuring mostly black, including lace, chains, belts, fishnets, and chunky belted boots. also, on particularly nervewracking days, you might see my favorite stuffed animal, dorian, make an appearance.
CW: child and domestic abuse
so, i guess i'll come right out and say it. i'm the reason my dad killed my mom.
i know, it's a tough thing to just admit right off the bat, but it's the kind of sob story you only need (or want) to hear once. so tuck in for a second.
mom and dad were high school sweethearts. grew up together, family friends, went to high school together, the whole thing. from what i've been told, they were pretty cute back then. problem is that mom got pregnant with me right out of high school, and since both their families were really traditional, they had to get a shotgun wedding to hide their shame.
though it was scary, this became both me and my mom's defense mechanism. everytime it looked like dad got into one of his moods, i would pop my quirk and he would calm down and everything would go back to normal. suddenly, it was like we had a way to defend ourselves. this worked for a year, around the time when my mom figured out a way to finally leave with me and get out of the house. she was packing up with all of her stuff, trying to get me all ready to leave while dad was at work, when he suddenly came home early.
of course, he was furious. yelling, screaming, wailing, hitting. he was angry enough to the point that even my quirk didn't make him stop. in fact, when he finally realized i was the one who had been preventing all of this from happening for around a year, he only got angrier. dad was just about to get to me when one of our neighbors called the cops. while he was being taken away in handcuffs and paramedics were trying to revive my mom, dad kept yelling at me that it was all my fault, and that it always had been.
i learned in the hospital that my mom passed away from her injuries, and that my dad pleaded guilty to all charges in the courts. while this was lucky, because that meant i didn't have to face him again, nor testify against him and his lawyers, it was bittersweet. in a way, i did believe him, that i had ruined the family, that i had prompted him to kill my mom, and that i was the root cause of all the issues we had been having.
of course, the government made me get a therapist as i went to live with my aunt on my mom's side, where the story of me and my parents became a big family secret. my aunt is a saint, but she's like the rest of them. if i ever tried to bring up my parents, how nobody bothered to get me and my mom out of there, how my grandma even blamed my mom for the whole situation, my aunt would just shut it down. no one talked about it. as far as the rest of the family was concerned, it never even happened, and i was essentially just an adopted vagrant.
the one good thing that came out of all of it is that i realized i could actually protect people with my quirk. it takes away most hostility and aggression, just enough to get everybody on an even emotional field and descalate situations that could become deadly. maybe when i signed up for ua university, i was hoping to do just that.
more realistically, i'm only in uau to make up for my mom. maybe there's a chance that heaven will forgive me if i save enough lives to balance out the life i indirectly ended.
maybe all of it is just wistful thinking.
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» HEIGHT: 5'10"
» WEIGHT: 120 lbs
» EYE COLOR: blue
» HAIR COLOR: black & pink
» SKIN COLOR: pale
» FACE CLAIM NAME: stocking
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: panty and stocking with garterbelt
i'm really tall. it's probably the first thing you'll notice about me. compared to the average height for women in japan, i tower over most of my peers, and it was especially a talking point when i was in high school. since i'm both very tall and pretty skinny, a lot of people liked to call me a skeleton. i mean, i don't really mind that. i think skeletons are pretty cool.
beyond that, though, i mostly differentiate myself from other people with my sense of style. while i'm still not very sure about who i am as a person, i think i've put my finger on what i like to wear. gothic, alt, lolita is what i tend to go for, featuring mostly black, including lace, chains, belts, fishnets, and chunky belted boots. also, on particularly nervewracking days, you might see my favorite stuffed animal, dorian, make an appearance.
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CW: child and domestic abuse
so, i guess i'll come right out and say it. i'm the reason my dad killed my mom.
i know, it's a tough thing to just admit right off the bat, but it's the kind of sob story you only need (or want) to hear once. so tuck in for a second.
mom and dad were high school sweethearts. grew up together, family friends, went to high school together, the whole thing. from what i've been told, they were pretty cute back then. problem is that mom got pregnant with me right out of high school, and since both their families were really traditional, they had to get a shotgun wedding to hide their shame.
i was born alright, but a bit premature. i had to stay in the nicu for a bit, and then i got to go home with my parents. there, life began a slow but steady downward spiral. first it was shouting matches, slammed doors, holes in the walls. then, it was black eyes, bruised knuckles, and threats of the unthinkable. though dad never hurt me like he hurt mom, and he was okay to me when i was a bit younger, as i grew up he started telling me i was at fault for trapping him in a loveless marriage. i was a kid, i didn't get it, but when a few incidents of this a year turned into every month and then into every weekend, it started affecting how i saw myself. my mom told me she loved me everyday, and kept secretly make plans to help me and her escape the household, i couldn't help but start giving credence to what my dad was telling me.
there was one day where dad did try to hurt me like he hurt mom, around when i was seven or eight. when mom went off to try to take care of herself, dad turned to me, apparently still angry. i was terrified—i didn't want to end up like my mom, i didn't want to end up worse. as he approached me, fury in his eyes, i suddenly discovered my quirk. suddenly, he wasn't mad and i wasn't scared. hell, he didn't even seem to notice that i was there. it was like he forgot what he was mad about. he left the house to go out drinking, and by the time my quirk wore off, i went to mom and cried and screamed into her arms.
though it was scary, this became both me and my mom's defense mechanism. everytime it looked like dad got into one of his moods, i would pop my quirk and he would calm down and everything would go back to normal. suddenly, it was like we had a way to defend ourselves. this worked for a year, around the time when my mom figured out a way to finally leave with me and get out of the house. she was packing up with all of her stuff, trying to get me all ready to leave while dad was at work, when he suddenly came home early.
of course, he was furious. yelling, screaming, wailing, hitting. he was angry enough to the point that even my quirk didn't make him stop. in fact, when he finally realized i was the one who had been preventing all of this from happening for around a year, he only got angrier. dad was just about to get to me when one of our neighbors called the cops. while he was being taken away in handcuffs and paramedics were trying to revive my mom, dad kept yelling at me that it was all my fault, and that it always had been.
i learned in the hospital that my mom passed away from her injuries, and that my dad pleaded guilty to all charges in the courts. while this was lucky, because that meant i didn't have to face him again, nor testify against him and his lawyers, it was bittersweet. in a way, i did believe him, that i had ruined the family, that i had prompted him to kill my mom, and that i was the root cause of all the issues we had been having.
of course, the government made me get a therapist as i went to live with my aunt on my mom's side, where the story of me and my parents became a big family secret. my aunt is a saint, but she's like the rest of them. if i ever tried to bring up my parents, how nobody bothered to get me and my mom out of there, how my grandma even blamed my mom for the whole situation, my aunt would just shut it down. no one talked about it. as far as the rest of the family was concerned, it never even happened, and i was essentially just an adopted vagrant.
the one good thing that came out of all of it is that i realized i could actually protect people with my quirk. it takes away most hostility and aggression, just enough to get everybody on an even emotional field and descalate situations that could become deadly. maybe when i signed up for ua university, i was hoping to do just that.
more realistically, i'm only in uau to make up for my mom. maybe there's a chance that heaven will forgive me if i save enough lives to balance out the life i indirectly ended.
maybe all of it is just wistful thinking.
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dorian the skelecat. my favorite stuffed animal, a stitched together little cat that i've had since i was a kid.
kanonpro camera. i've won a few photography competitions with this thing. it's very trusty, if a bit cheap.
poetry book. i like reading emily dickenson especially.
gloom aura allows the user to emanate an aura of emotional suppression. upon activation, the user emits the aura, and everybody within has intense emotions dampened to the point of apathy unless their vitality attribute is greater than this quirk's rank. additionally, the aura makes the user less noticeable socially. though the user is not physically invisible, they become less prone to being noticed and are capable of slipping under the radar with ease. in daylight, the aura is invisible, but at night, one might see a shimmering black mist emanating from the user.
DRAWBACKS:
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dorian the skelecat. my favorite stuffed animal, a stitched together little cat that i've had since i was a kid.
kanonpro camera. i've won a few photography competitions with this thing. it's very trusty, if a bit cheap.
poetry book. i like reading emily dickenson especially.
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| » DURABILITY (D-) | » SPEED (D-) |
| » DEXTERITY (D-) | » STRENGTH (D-) |
Limit Breakers: 3 Available | 0/3 Used
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B RANK | EMITTER QUIRK
gloom aura allows the user to emanate an aura of emotional suppression. upon activation, the user emits the aura, and everybody within has intense emotions dampened to the point of apathy unless their vitality attribute is greater than this quirk's rank. additionally, the aura makes the user less noticeable socially. though the user is not physically invisible, they become less prone to being noticed and are capable of slipping under the radar with ease. in daylight, the aura is invisible, but at night, one might see a shimmering black mist emanating from the user.
DRAWBACKS:
- the user is also affected by this quirk, essentially drawing away any urges to solve any given situation unless particularly inclined to do so.
- the effectiveness of the aura diminishes with distance from the user, limiting its impact in large or open areas.
- gloom aura yields no effective offensive utilities. for the user to be of any use offensively, they must rely on something else.
- gloom aura requires active concentration to maintain. while the user need not remain still and is free to move as they please, they must keep their emotions under control. any strong emotions that break the user's placidity also break their concentration on the quirk, and gloom aura deactivates in turn.
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