[Haru Tachibana]

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[attr="class","header1"]HARU TACHIBANA

[attr="class","header2"]i will never ask you anything

» NAME: haru tachibana

» NAME MEANING: 陽, haru, literally "sunlight". 橘, tachibana, literally "wild orange".
» ALIAS: buggo

» AGE: 19 years old

» BIRTHDATE: march 13th
» SIGN: pisces

» GENDER: cis woman — she/her
» SEXUALITY: plotsexual

» AFFILIATION: student
» HERO NAME: lady beetle
» OCCUPATION: flower-arranger
» CLASS: hero department

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[attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY

[attr="class","header2"]except to dream sweet of me

» POSITIVE TRAITS: 🍊 compassionate 🍊 kind 🍊 friendly 🍊 hard-working	» NEGATIVE TRAITS: 🍂 private 🍂 dishonest 🍂 clumsy 🍂 strange
» LIKES: 🍊 music 🍊 traditional dance 🍊 bugs 🍊 flowers	» DISLIKES: 🍂 hospitals 🍂 heights 🍂 enclosed spaces 🍂 scissors

a bright, sunny girl of 18 years of age!

that's what she'd have you believe, at least! just like everyone, she has her own baggage: a mother who loves her to the point of destruction, a dying father, the bystander effect of her past. but it all gets too much sometimes. she's a girl freshly out of her mother's sightlines, so she's ready to act like someone she simply isn't. life's a stage to haru, and she's just an actor. god willing, she can make up for a childhood of neglect and control by finally living her life to the fullest, and that starts by finally being who she always wanted to be.

so she covers up the old bruises, hides her scars, and she tackles every day with a smile on her face. to her, it doesn't matter that she's putting on a whole big show for everyone to see. fake it til' you make it, she says to herself, wrapping up the spot on her back where something used to be with gauze and bandages. if people end up liking the new haru more than they like the old haru, well...

good riddance. old haru can go jump off a cliff!

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[attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE

[attr="class","header2"]tell me when the party ends

» HEIGHT: 5'2"
» WEIGHT: 105 lbs
» EYE COLOR: blue
» HAIR COLOR: orange
» SKIN COLOR: pale
» FACE CLAIM NAME: original art
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: by @_gojio on twitter

little, but not very mighty!

haru's lithe, svelte like running winds, but slinky, and far too bony for her own good. even so, her skin is soft, her orange hair smooth and silky, and her eyes are bright. she's glad to be alive for once in her life, and it shows in how she takes care of herself.

now that she's finally on her own, too, she's free to experiment with her personal style. everyday she styles her hair in a different way, from bouncing curls to twin braids, from pin-straight locks to quirky updoes. in terms of her eyes, blue as running water, she's cautiously discovered the wonders of contacts. she's still far more comfortable with her glasses, finding it easier to see through them (considering how terrible her eyesight is), but she sometimes walks out of the house with contacts instead. she spends the rest of the day pushing up invisible glasses on her nose, of course, but she's just happy to have control over how she looks for the first time in her life.

the only thing that's remained from her old life, of course, is her amber blood. when she cries, she cries resin. when she bleeds, she bleeds orange. in some way, it comforts her to know that some things never change.

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[attr="class","header2"]HISTORY

[attr="class","header2"]will you still love who i am

a long time ago, a young girl was born to a shrinemaiden family as old as the edo period.

haru tachibana was the product of centuries of careful breeding. tachibana women, as a matriarchal clan, chose their husbands based on how inane their quirks were, hoping that their inheriting daughters would instead take on the regal tree mutations that remained in the family since quirks began. haru, unfortunately, broke the streak. born with wings and antennae instead of strong branches and roots, she was an immediate outcast, even as an only daughter.

her mother claimed she loved haru, but that wasn't true. sakako tachibana was cruel and unforgiving, a cold woman that never hugged or praised her daughter. haru's father was too passive to do anything about it, so haru suffered in silence. trained in the ways of the shrinemaiden, she was cloistered away from civilized society for as long as humanly possible, educated only in the arts valuable to her mother. all the while, mother's scissors inched closer and closer to haru's wings and antennae. never close enough to cut, just close enough to threaten.

all of this ended when a villain attack on haru's village introduced haru to the horrors of the outside world for the first time in her life. having almost died in the attack (saved only by a split-second intervention by a hero), haru suddenly realized that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life in her family's shrine. she wanted to be what her savior was to her; a source of inspiration, a revelation for those struggling in stasis.

so, by age 18, haru decided to go to u.a university. her mother watched her go, knowing haru would come running back, knowing haru would return to live up to the family name.

but haru wants to do nothing of the sort. haru thinks u.a. university is where she belongs.

mother thinks she's wrong.

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[attr="class","header2"]scar-crossed lovers forever

☼ eyeglasses | glasses so thick and magnified they almost look like cokebottles. required for vision!
☼ smartphone | her first purchase as a full-fledged adult. complete with cutesy charms and a phone case with orange decals.
☼ orange umbrella | carried everywhere. water bugs her.

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[Haru Tachibana]

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[attr="class","header2"]AMBERCLAD

[attr="class","header2"]mutation — b- rank

every fluid in haru's body has been replaced by amber with this mutation quirk. this amber is very viscous, very sticky, and incredibly difficult to escape. while it can be naturally emitted by spitting, bleeding, or crying, haru can also emit it directly through her fingertips, where the amber exits just beneath her fingernails.

for up to three posts, haru can choose to harden already emitted amber into crystalline resin. this resin can only withstand forces up to bronze, novice in strength; otherwise, it shatters into pieces and haru loses control over its hardening.

the amber, aside from being quite sticky, has minor disinfectant properties and is very nourishing for the skins. amber salves are effective at speeding up the process of healing over long periods, but nothing more.

DRAWBACKS:

🌻 HEAT SINK — emitted amber is both incredibly flammable and notably weak to extreme heat. when hit with a spark, the amber will ignite in an incredible blaze. when superheated, the amber will break down and lose most of its sticky properties. under either condition, it is impossible to harden the amber into resin.

🌻 STICK TO YOU, STICK TO ME — haru is not immune to her own amber. this is still a source of grief due to her poor control over her quirk, and it continues to be a problem. haru can just as easily be stuck with her own amber as anyone else, and she frequently is!

🌻 COTTONMOUTH — because haru's quirk draws from her internal body fluids, she's frequently dehydrated when using her quirk in any extreme capacity. this can get bad enough to prevent her from speaking when her mouth and throat get incredibly dry, and overuse can be fatal.

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

[Haru Tachibana]

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mostima

this world will stop[break]to turn around with me

time marches on

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Hours of lust, hours of tears passing by before my eyes. Today, tomorrow, or yesterday - one life. Days of joy, days of sadness come and go to pass me by. A month, a year, one hundred years - they fly. Oh, one day I will be gone to lead another life. Oh, and this world will stop to turn around with me, 'cause time marches, time marches on without us all; never stops. Yes, time marches, time marches on and on and on; flies eternally.[break][break]
Times of peace, times of fights: constant movement is our life. Can't stop no more, not until we die. We long for more eternity, and maybe there's another life. This one's too short no matter how you try. Oh, but never give up on a chance to lead a good life. No, don't waste your given time to make things worse. Time marches, time marches on without us all; never stops. Yes, time marches, time marches on and on and on; flies eternally.[break][break]
Please, please help me see the best way to be. Make a change, and we live eternally. No more wasted years. No more wasted tears. Life's too short to cry - long enough to try.[break][break]
Time marches, time marches on without us all; never stops. Yes, time marches, time marches on and on and on; flies eternally.

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[hikari]

credits to @rx for the template

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[attr="class","header1"]HIKARI KIRAMEKI

[attr="class","header2"]do you know what it means

» NAME: hikari kirameki

» NAME MEANING: 光, hikari, literally "light, radiance". 星, kirameki, literally "star".
» ALIAS: kari

» AGE: 20 years old

» BIRTHDATE: august 6th
» SIGN: leo

» GENDER: cis woman — she/her
» SEXUALITY: plotsexual

» AFFILIATION: student
» HERO NAME: nova luna
» OCCUPATION: hostess
» CLASS: hero department, 2nd year

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[attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY

[attr="class","header2"]to have a wound that never heals?

» POSITIVE TRAITS: 💋 bubbly 💋 adaptive 💋 charismatic 💋 creative	» NEGATIVE TRAITS: 👠 conceited 👠 impulsive 👠 flirtatious 👠 attention-seeking
» LIKES: 💋 the spotlight 💋 fashion and style 💋 performing art 💋 parties	» DISLIKES: 👠 being ignored 👠 monotony 👠 criticism 👠 feeling powerless

a girl with some severe only child syndrome.

at first glance, hikari's vibrant energy is what immediately captures one's attention. she exudes vivacity and exuberance, her very presence radiating with an infectious enthusiasm that can illuminate any space. this effervescence makes her incredibly charismatic; she possesses a natural magnetism that effortlessly draws people in and captivates any audience, whether it be a small gathering or a large crowd. her lively aura is like a beacon, beckoning others to join in on the fun and excitement that surrounds her.

but beneath the surface of this charming persona lies a more complex character. hikari's cheerful demeanor often veils her conceited and attention-seeking traits, which can sometimes overshadow her true self. she thrives in the spotlight and will stop at nothing to maintain her place at the center of attention. this need for recognition and validation stems partly from the fragments of her past that still haunt her, and her desperate desire to establish a firm identity in the present. though her flirtatious and impulsive behavior may come across as charming, it is also a calculated means to an end – ensuring she remains in the limelight.

despite her initially perceived self-centered demeanor, hikari possesses a remarkable adaptability and creativity that shines through when it comes to utilizing her unique quirk. she is able to think quickly and come up with innovative solutions to complex problems, catching others off guard with her ingenuity, especially in high-pressure hero-related situations. this same creativity also spills into her personal interests, particularly in her love for fashion and performing arts where she expresses herself with unparalleled flair and originality. whether on the battlefield or on stage, hikari's creative spirit sets her apart from the crowd.

even so, there is a well of vulnerability within hikari. her aversion to monotony and criticism speaks to a deeper sensitivity and fear of being powerless or insignificant. her past has left her with a deep-seated need to control her narrative and be seen as powerful and competent. this need also manifests in a reluctance towards situations where she feels overlooked or overshadowed, as they strike at the core of her deepest insecurities. like a fragile flower shielding itself from the harsh elements, hikari's guard remains up, masking the delicate soul beneath.

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[attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE

[attr="class","header2"]it's strange to know

» HEIGHT: 5'5"
» WEIGHT: 125 lbs
» EYE COLOR: teal
» HAIR COLOR: red
» SKIN COLOR: pale
» FACE CLAIM NAME: jack-o' valentine
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: guilty gear

of average height but boasting legs for days, hikari tends to command attention in every room she enters with her flamboyant red hair and loud, trilling voice. from a young age, the most common compliment hikari receives has always been on the topic of her fiery river of a mane, so she always wears it down, where it meanders past her hips and brushes against the wind. there's never a hair out of place, a testament to hikari's concern with her own appearance. more striking, however, is the underside of her hair, which boasts a pearlescent white hue. while hikari claims it's natural, many peers have come to the conclusion that she's merely meticulous about keeping it dyed. most striking, though? the shimmering, pale yellow halo hovering over her head, emitting a faint warmth and buzzing softly in silence. upon closer inspection, one can see tiny, spiderweb fractures across its surface, cutting it into pieces.

hikari's personal sense of fashion is doubly striking. where japan has fostered a culture of demure, cute, and unassuming outfits, hikari always goes bold, claiming she'll always be remembered over some "mousy shy loser". she means it, too. she's not afraid to show off her, admittedly, incredible physique, and always opts for revealing, tight, colorful threads even in inappropriate places. this is, undoubtably, just another cry for attention that she masks as a personal interest.

most unassuming are the depths of her teal eyes. they're duller than the rest of her, from her personality to her clothing to her hair, and almost boring considering everything else about her appearance, that which she's put a great deal of care into. though she experimented with colored contacts in her youth, her eyes are au naturale nowadays. her first excuse is that contacts hurt her eyes. her second excuse is that she keeps having dreams about somebody with the exact same eyes.

but that's silly, right?

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[attr="class","header2"]HISTORY

[attr="class","header2"]this world i loved

studies show that most children make their first episodic memories around the age of three or four. hikari, unfortunately, had no such luck. to her, her life began on a balmy summer morning at age 6. she was playing with dolls in the spacious living room of her father's grandiose mansion. she remembers the light shining through the windows, and she remembers the feeling of the sun hitting her cheeks. before that, no matter the amount of work she puts into mustering up an aged, dusty memory from before that moment, her life was empty.

but her life was good. her father was ridiculously wealthy, and when she got to the age where she started to care about her appearance, he gave her a hefty allowance. she never failed to take a chance to flaunt this in front of her childhood friends. in truth, though, she was obnoxious. entitled, loud, and selfish, she often failed to impress her teachers, and only managed to keep a good circle of friends in her youth by having her father surround them with luxurious vacations, birthday parties, and gifts. come high school, and hikari still had no real friends, just a revolving door of sycophants and falsehoods. hikari didn't really seem to mind, though. she was popular, rich, and rotating from party to party every weekend.

come graduation, hikari had little plans for her future. everybody else was off to college, and while hikari had an acute interest in fashion and acting, she didn't care for sitting through school for four years just to get a few marks on her resume. it was at this point in her life that she hatched a plot: become a hero, gain a fanbase through that, and transition to modeling and acting once she got a following.

her father was more than a little reluctant, to say the least. his worries fell on deaf ears however, as hikari begged and pleaded with him to pay for her way through UA University, where she could further foster a rising star status without having to bother with classes she perceived as useless. her father agreed, albeit quietly. hikari never quite felt the need to inquire on how her father paid for the entirety of the tuition given that the only job she's known him for was a nonprofit environmentalist charity... nor how he paid for anything else in her childhood.

regardless, hikari's off to UAU, and she's excited to hog the limelight all for herself!

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[attr="class","header2"]loves me best dismembered

☼ perfume | prada, of course.
☼ purse | prada, of course.
☼ sunglasses | prada, of course.
☼ lipstick | this is chanel, actually!
☼ smartphone | did you know that prada makes smartphone cases? ...yeah, this is prada also.

PLAYED BY birdercrow

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[attr="class","header2"]SHATTERED SERAPH

[attr="class","header2"]mutation — b rank

floating listlessly above hikari's head is a gently glowing, humming, pale yellow halo with fractures across the surface—hend, "shattered". utilizing her focus, she can telepathically manipulate each fragment with precision, wielding them as both a shield and a weapon. the shards, extensions of her will, can also act as conduits for her senses; by standing still and focusing, Hikari can channel her vision and hearing through any shard, allowing her to scout locations and eavesdrop on conversations from a distance. however, the most intriguing aspect of her quirk is the slivers of hikari's subconscious housed within each shard. these fragments contain pieces of her psyche, holding memories and personality traits that she must come to terms with. for a shard to lend its capabilities to hikari, she must gain the implicit consent of the consciousness within, negotiating with these splintered selves for cooperation. this requirement adds a complex, almost mystical layer to her quirk, making the mastery of it not only a physical challenge but a psychological journey towards inner harmony.

DRAWBACKS:

🧨 CAN I? CAN I? — the necessity for implicit permission from the shard's consciousness for its use can delay reaction times in fast-paced combat situations, reducing the quirk's effectiveness. additionally, the shards being tied to her subconscious means that strong emotions could affect the control and stability of the quirk, possibly causing the shards to act erratically or not respond at all.

🧨 FRAGMENTED FOCUS — managing multiple shards simultaneously can be mentally taxing, dividing Hikari's focus and potentially reducing her efficiency in both combat and surveillance tasks. also, extended or intensive use of the shards, especially for complex maneuvers or multi-sensory projection, may drain hikari's energy, leading to exhaustion.

🧨 SHATTER! — the shards of the halo can be shattered by outside forces, and when they are, it causes severe pain to hikari's emotional state. this lasts until the shard regenerates, which usually occurs about 10-15 minutes afterwards.

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

[hikari]

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Alone for a while. I've been searching through the dark for traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart to weave, by picking up the pieces that remain, melodies of life - love's lost refrain. Our paths, they did cross, though I cannot say just why. We met. We laughed. We held on fast. And then, we said goodbye. But who'll hear the echoes of stories never told? Let them ring out loud 'til they unfold.
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In my dearest memories, I see you reaching out to me. Though you're gone, I still believe that you can call out my name.
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A voice from the past joining yours and mine, adding up the layers of harmony. And so it goes, on and on: melodies of life to the skies beyond the flying birds forever and beyond.

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[Daiana]

credits to @rx for the template

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[attr="class","header1"]DAIANA SALES LINHARES

[attr="class","header2"]i ask god to send a swordsman

» NAME: daiana sales linhares

» ALIAS: ana

» AGE: 19 years old

» BIRTHDATE: december 5th
» SIGN: sagittarius

» GENDER: cis woman — she/her
» SEXUALITY: plotsexual

» AFFILIATION: vigilante
» VIGILANTE NAME: econoclasm
» OCCUPATION: delivery girl

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[attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY

[attr="class","header2"]and god says 'look at your hands'

» POSITIVE TRAITS: 💙 empathetic 💙 resourceful 💙 determined 💙 creative	» NEGATIVE TRAITS: ❄️ reckless ❄️ impulsive ❄️ secretive ❄️ stubborn
» LIKES: 💙 street art 💙 community 💙 hip-hop 💙 skateboarding	» DISLIKES: ❄️ injustice ❄️ corruption ❄️ feeling powerless ❄️ superficiality

daiana don't take no shit from anyone! she has a strong sense of justice and even stronger sense for bullshit, and she isn't afraid to tell it like she sees it. this mostly comes from her understanding of other people. daiana's empathy is a kaleidoscope of emotions, vibrant and ever-shifting. she possesses an uncanny ability to understand the nuances of others, effortlessly slipping into their shoes and experiencing their joys and sorrows as if they were her own. it is as if she has an innate sixth sense, an intangible connection with the world around her. this empathy fuels her resourcefulness, a wellspring of ingenuity that knows no bounds. daiana possesses an unwavering belief in the power of human potential and uses her creativity to harness it. she can take a tattered piece of cloth and transform it into a work of art, stitching together fragments of different cultures to create something entirely new. her hands work wonders with the simplest of tools, breathing life into discarded objects and turning them into cherished treasures. determination courses through daiana's veins, a fire that burns bright even in the face of adversity. she faces challenges head-on with unwavering resolve, never daunted by the odds and always willing to take on more than she can really chew in the neverending pursuit of her own goals.

of course, while her strong sense of justice fuels her fiery nature, it often leads her down a treacherous path of hasty decisions and ill-advised actions. daiana's recklessness knows no bounds; she throws caution to the wind with a devil-may-care attitude that leaves others bewildered and vulnerable in her wake. her tendency towards dishonesty adds an air of mystery to her persona, as she keeps her innermost thoughts and desires locked away, revealing them only when it suits her agenda. daiana's enigmatic nature leaves those around her perpetually guessing, never knowing what lies beneath the surface. It is as if she wears a mask of inscrutability, shielding herself from prying eyes while maintaining an aura of untouchability.

daiana's impulsivity is a force of nature, an integral part of her vibrant spirit that propels her forward in a whirlwind of action. it is impossible to predict her next move, for she follows the whims of her heart, guided by an insatiable curiosity and an unyielding desire to explore every corner of existence. her impulsive nature is both a blessing and a curse, as it leads her down paths unknown, exposing her to unimaginable wonders and unimaginable dangers. in the blink of an eye, daiana can go from seamlessly blending into a crowd to standing out like a flame in the darkness. She has an uncanny ability to spot the slightest inconsistency or injustice, and she reacts with lightning speed and ferocity. with a swift word or a fierce glare, she can dismantle the webs of deceit that surround her. her impulsive nature becomes a powerful weapon, forging a path through the chaos and leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

furthermore, daiana reveals herself to be an unyielding spirit that refuses to bow down. it is born from her unshakeable belief in the power of truth and justice, a deep-rooted conviction that guides her every action. she has seen firsthand the consequences of turning a blind eye, and she refuses to be complicit in the face of wrongdoing. with each passing day, daiana's stubbornness grows stronger, etching itself deeper into her being. It fuels her unwavering determination, like a flickering flame that dances defiantly against the wind. she is not one to back down from a challenge, no matter how insurmountable it may seem. if anything, the odds stacked against her only serve to ignite a fire within her soul, propelling her forward with an unstoppable force. she sees every seemingly impossible roadblock to be yet another stage to prove herself on, to dictate that she's not just some street trash looking to cause trouble—she has a cause, and she's willing to go to the ends of the earth for it, no matter what!

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[attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE

[attr="class","header2"]time solves most things

» HEIGHT: 5'3"
» WEIGHT: 135 lbs
» EYE COLOR: brown
» HAIR COLOR: black, dyed blue at the ends
» SKIN COLOR: dark
» FACE CLAIM NAME: kimberly jackson
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: street fighter

standing at a compact 5'3", daiana is a force to be reckoned with, exuding strength from every sinew of her muscular frame. her sculpted arms and defined abs speak volumes of her dedication to maintaining her physical prowess. it is as if every muscle on her body has been meticulously carved, a testament to the countless hours spent honing her physique. considering she's a girl on the go more often than not, daiana's choice of threads frequently reflects a need for loose, breathable outfits. she favors breathable streetwear that allows her to move freely and effortlessly through the urban landscape. her wardrobe consists of an assortment of form-fitting leggings and joggers in various bold colors, showcasing her boldness and fearlessness. these bottoms are always paired with lightweight, moisture-wicking tank tops or crop tops, accentuating her well-toned physique. when out doing unscrupulous things, daiana only really cares to throw a windbreaker or hoodie over the top of everything and top it off with a black facemask, just enough to hide her incredibly noticeable mane of hair.

speaking of hair, daiana's long, very curly black hair cascades down her back in a wild, untamed manner, much like the fire that burns within her. its midnight hue contrasts beautifully against her golden-brown skin, providing a striking visual. but it is the vibrant blue ends of her hair that draw the most attention, an unexpected burst of color that reflects her audacious spirit. daiana's hair, a physical representation of her distinctive personality, is frequently tied into intricate braids that are both practical and fashionable. however, it is daiana's deep brown eyes that truly capture the essence of her enigmatic nature. they are windows into a world of complexity and depth, shimmering with intensity and intelligence. her eyes hold secrets untold and emotions tightly guarded, as if they are gateways to her soul. her avo always told her that her eyes were the best part about her, and truthfully, they do stand out, being big and bright and unwavering. oftentimes, it's hard to look away!

luckily for most other people, daiana tends to look away first, if only because she doesn't do eye contact very well!

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[attr="class","header2"]HISTORY

[attr="class","header2"]and what time can't solve

girls just wanna have fun!

that's daiana's life motto, basically. you only get one life, so you better make sure that in whatever you're doing, you're having fun while doing it. this sentiment started in daiana's early childhood and only grew from there.

for starters, daiana actually was born in japan to two brazilian-japanese parents whose great-great-great grandparents moved to japan around the 1900s in search of reliable forms of work. the whole family settled down in a neighborhood of hamamatsu in the shizuoka prefecture where many foreigners lived and proceeded to get to work in the factories. daiana's grandparents worked so hard that they eventually came to own one of the factories they worked in, at which point they handed it off to their daughter, daiana's mom, who then went on to acquire many other factories in the area, to the point that the family quickly became incredibly wealthy. unfortunately, when daiana's dad lost an arm in a factory incident, daiana's parents decided to take off from japan and return to brazil, where the medical treatments he required were cheaper and, additionally, factory costs were also cheaper, leading to more profit.

so, off daiana went to brazil with her mom and dad at around five years old. unfortunately, even though she was ethnically brazilian, she was considered too japanese by her schoolmates and peers, and so she was often left as an outcast in her social endeavors. where she and her parents lived, though, was populated by a large amount of people society often looked down upon: the poor, the infirm, the foreign. it wasn't long before daiana fell in with these sorts of kids, where they got into all kinds of trouble. where the more socially privileged brazilians looked down on daiana and her crew of misfits, calling them street trash and criminals, the group often proved to be more upright than the rich and comfortable. they gave where they could, they helped those like them, and they stuck together through thick and thin. while daiana was certainly more well-off than most of the kids, given that her mom and dad owned most of the factories in the area, she rode with them no matter what, and she helped them get what they needed, be it stealing for food or fending off violence. coming into her early teenage years, where angst and depression was the name of the game, daiana took to spraypaint and streetart to express herself, turning a dim, dismal favela

but where daiana lived, the rest of rio de janeiro considered trash, dangerous. nobody saying this lived in her neighborhood, so they didn't know the people there, they didn't know that there was kindness and humanity and love in every street corner, and that even though it was crime-riddled and sometimes people were desperate, the people living there were still people with homes and loved ones and dreams and aspirations. and daiana was one of them. imagine her horror when her mom and dad invested in a program to begin gentrifying the exact neighborhood they lived in. the plan was to extend the wall separating the favelas from the "cleaner" part of rio de janeiro to completely encapsulate the neighborhood, then tear down all of the buildings and rebuild them anew. the people who lived there? yeah. mom didn't care about them.

daiana was FURIOUS. but anytime she tried to express to her mom that doing such a thing was erasing an entire culture in favor of what? some pretty promenade? well, mom just told her to shut the hell up and be respectful. that daiana didn't know anything. that this was an adult manner. but daiana DID know something, and that's that what her mom was doing was wrong.

daiana told her friends. all of them were fired up, ready to engage in some good old fashioned crime to convince the city that tearing down the favela was a bad idea, but daiana, once careful, convinced them to protest peacefully, knowing that causing riots would risk their lives. so they picketed, lobbied, and boycotted. to no avail, of course. months later, daiana watched as her friends were escorted out of their childhood homes, and then she watched as the buildings she had painted on months earlier were destroyed too. everything she had loved about the favela was gone, just to be replaced by brutalist architecture and picket fences.

for months afterwards, daiana's behavior got worse. she got into more trouble, caused more problems than she probably should have. in her head lingered one question—if she had just stood up in a way that was less passive, would anything have changed? weekend after weekend, daiana got booked into jail for graffiti on her mom's sparkly new buildings and busted out days later, mom hoping that daiana had finally learned her lesson, but she never did. eventually, it dawned on daiana's parents that maybe her environment had something to do with her acting out, and so...

they sent her back to japan to live with her aunt.

the social situation there was the same. she was an outcast—too brazilian for the japanese. but her neighborhood was filled with outcasts—foreigners, just like her, stuck in two worlds with nowhere else to go but the in-between. the neighborhood was poor, yes, but it was familiar. people had the drive to get better, the strong working class spirit. they were people she could relate with, and, to be honest, daiana liked her aunt way more than she liked her mom.

well, imagine daiana's surprise when, five whole years later, her mom arrives in hamamatsu, smiling and with gifts in hand, looking down at a daughter that grew up without her. turns out, mom's moving back to japan while dad holds down the fort in rio de janeiro, and mom's got a big surprise.

she's starting a new urban improvement initiative in hamamatsu! in the very same neighborhood daiana settled into for five whole years.

god. fucking. damnit. moms always have to ruin a good thing, don't they?

well, who cares. this time, daiana's not gonna sit back and let it happen. this time, she's gonna get her hands dirty so the people she loves can keep their hands clean. no matter what it takes, she's going to keep her community safe.

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skateboard: daiana's precious skateboard! it's real old and beatup, but daiana doesn't know how to drive and doesn't care for biking, so this is her primary means of transportation, especially when she's delivering food!
cellphone: pretty clean and functional. the glass is broken, though... oops!
canvas bag: this is what she carries all her paints in when she goes on the town!

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[Daiana]

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[attr="class","header2"]PAINT PORTAL

[attr="class","header2"]emitter — c+ rank

whenever daiana makes a colored piece of art on a solid, thick surface (such as with paint or graffiti), she forms the entrance of a portal, and she forms the exit of the portal when she makes another colored piece of art on a solid, thick surface at least 5 feet away from the portal's entrance. daiana can decide when she's using her quirk and when she is not—that is to say, she is capable of making non-portal pieces of art right alongside portaled pieces of art, and can, on a whim, decide when she would like to create a portal just by putting her mind to it. when this occurs, daiana's eyes light up white and her hair starts glowing until she decides the artwork is completed. daiana can only maintain up to three portals at a time. when she makes another portal beyond that limit, the oldest portal becomes deactivated, and appears to become like any other piece of art, unable to be jumped through. additionally, if daiana would like to reuse a certain portal, all she has to do is briefly touch one part of the deactivated portal (either entrance or exit) to reactivate it, at which point she can use it again as she pleases.

daiana's quirk, in this fashion, is extremely versatile. the size of the things that can fit through the portals depend entirely on how big daiana makes the associated art pieces, and the only surface limitation is that the portals have to be on material that is relatively thick and solid. additionally, daiana can decide when she's making a portal who is allowed to use it, be it restricted only to her or open to certain people or groups of people. those who aren't allowed access to her portals simply run into the surface the portal is on when attempting to go through it, which can allow for some silly circumstances. additionally, there is no distance limit between portals—if daiana makes one artpiece on one side of the city and then travels to the other and makes the other artpiece, she can rapidly travel back and forth between different parts of the city with no problem.

DRAWBACKS:

🪬 WASH OFF!! — just like any art medium, daiana's portals can be wiped away and rendered unusable permanently if rubbed away, chipped away, or washed away. additionally, if the surface the portals are on is destroyed or otherwise damaged in such a way to fracture the artwork, the portals are once more rendered unusable.

🪬 GIVE ME A SEC, BRO! — it takes time to create large or intricate artworks, so combat use may be limited if daiana doesn't have time to setup beforehand. given that daiana is a bit of a perfectionist, wimpy artworks are pretty much out of the question, so...

🪬 OHHH... DIZZY... — travelling through a portal proves to be a disorienting and odd experience, which increases exponentially depending on the distance between portals. though the traveling time is instantaneous to observers, individuals actually going through the portals spend more time inside their mini pocket dimension than is perceived, leading to lightheadedness, dizziness, and nausea.

[attr="class","header2"]DON'T MAKE ME HIT YOU

[attr="class","header2"]emitter — c rank

daiana is trained in the art of brazilian jiu-jitsu, a martial arts style focused on bringing larger, stronger opponents into submission by bringing foes to the ground and dragging them into chokeholds or joint-locks. where this fighting style really shines is when daiana is outclassed in weight or size—which she often is! as such, it's perfect for her, even if she's not necessarily a master right now.

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

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[Daiana]

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Feel the rush, feel the rush in the back of your head. "Breathe it in, breathe it in" - isn't that what they said as you stood in the night 'neath the glow of their fire? Watch it burn, watch it burn, watch it reach through the night. Feel the heat, feel the heat as you bask in its light, as the puppets hang upon their wire. I've lost my way. Kneel down and pray. It all decays. It takes me down, down, down like the minister said. Where this all has led: dead winter dead.[break][break]

Can you hear what I hear in the back of your mind when you stand on the stage when they tell you it's time to read words from a past you can't remember? Gotta keep what you have. Tell me, what is it for? If it makes sense my friend - well then, not anymore. Every story I've told has its December.[break][break]

I've lost my way. Kneel down and pray. It all decays. It takes me down, down, down like the minister said. Where this all has led: dead winter dead.

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[Madame Butterfly]

credits to @rx for the template

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[attr="class","header1"]EMIE ANKAGE

[attr="class","header2"]YOU MADE A FAIR RUN OF BLOCKING FATE'S PATH

» NAME: emie ankage

» ALIAS: puddles, creepy

» AGE: 22 years old

» BIRTHDATE: april 1st
» SIGN: aries

» GENDER: cis woman — she/her
» SEXUALITY: plotsexual

» AFFILIATION: villain
» VILLAIN NAME: madame butterfly
» OCCUPATION: murder
» THEME SONG: <3

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[attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY

[attr="class","header2"]BUT YOU CAN'T DO IT FOREVER

» POSITIVE TRAITS: 🩷 exuberant 🩷 charismatic 🩷 creative 🩷 fun	» NEGATIVE TRAITS: 🫀 unstable 🫀 obsessive 🫀 psychopathic 🫀 pessimistic
» LIKES: 🩷 performing arts 🩷 children's lit 🩷 balloons 🩷 bright colors	» DISLIKES: 🫀 silence 🫀 darkness 🫀 criticism 🫀 bitter flavors

HERE'S A REAL SILLY FACT!!

happiness is a LIE and EVERYONE is gonna DIE SOMEDAY!!!

isn't that SO SILLY???? isn't that so FUN??? well, since EVERYBODY is gonna die someday, how abouts we speed up the process so we can all PARTY TOGETHER in whatever's coming next!!! well of course i dunno whats coming NEXT, but i'd like to be a good opening act for it! maybe ALIENS? we all get shattered into thousands of atoms in the cosmos??? if i didn't know better, maybe god is setting up a silly little party up there, just waiting for us to walk through the door and act all surprised and then we can hug and laugh be happy like none of this BULLSHIT ever even HAPPENED!!

OH RIGHT! god doesn't exist. he never did. boohoohoo. cry me a SILLY LITTLE RIVER!!

but i do. i exist right now. and, truthfully, i don't think any of us are worth much of anything. not even one penny. what the hell is the point of life if even JOY is a LIE?

there's no point. this world needs an apocalypse.

and i'll be the one hitting the reset button. one, by one, by one...

(emie's gone off the deep end. her psyche has been shattered irreparably. a long time ago, she seemed pretty normal. she was rather unassuming. nowadays, she's nothing short of batshit insane. even the better parts of her--her love of fun, her irresistably perky personality--has been undeniably flavored by her new worldview, which consists almost entirely of nihilism taken to extreme and quirky levels. there's a disconnect between her and the world, like a difference in pressure between the interior of a car stuck at the bottom of vast ocean and the water all around it. she can't get out of this hole—god knows she's tried—so she's spread her arms out at her sides, she's closed her eyes, and she's fallen into it.)

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[attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE

[attr="class","header2"]THE GODS WILL NOT LET YOU

» HEIGHT: 4'9"
» WEIGHT: 120 lbs
» EYE COLOR: brown
» HAIR COLOR: bright pink
» SKIN COLOR: pale
» FACE CLAIM NAME: geiru toneido
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: ace attorney

i LOOOOOVE PINK!!!

and anything frilly and cute and FUN!!! look at how fluffy my skirt is! look at how CUTE my suspenders are!!! my hair is so BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL!!! oh, and don't forget my lil button nose! HONK HONK!

(before madame butterfly, emie was an unassuming girl. very short, a little on the heavier side through most of her childhood. she had very long black hair that let her slip into a crowd without any problems, and these soulful dark eyes that betrayed her inner torment. but then she began taking off the costume less and less, shedding her old personality with it, and she fully embraced the clown, her true self. now, everyday, without fail, she is bubblegum pink and red, always smiling, with her big red nose and her dark eye makeup and her bright pink wig. at the end of the day, when she's forced to bathe it all off (when she does care to shower), she can't bare looking her real self in the mirror. it's not who she is anymore. she is madame butterfly, and emie is dead.)

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[attr="class","header2"]HISTORY

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i don't want to talk about this.

(emie was born of a difficult labor that her mother would not survive. this event bore a rift between her and her father that would never close. as emie grew, so did her father's resentment of her. by the time emie was in school, she and her father lived mostly separate lives.

in school, emie was unremarkable. she had few friends and her test scores were middling. few peers resolved to talk to her, so emie lived a lonely life. given the many hours she had alone, given her father's general absence, emie often spent them transfixed by old movies and television shows, where she gained a passion for the performing arts.

she never was popular by any means, but acting gave her a reason to keep coming to school by the time she was in high school. it allowed her to put on a new face, a new identity that was not emie ankage, the lonely girl with no friends, no family, and no joy. she often played comic relief characters, as she found herself gifted in physical comedy. her local shows ignited a new passion in her—being able to make people laugh!

as soon as she was able, emie ran from home and joined a local troupe of actors and improv artists, who themselves had a small group of modern day clowns. from here, she had a new identity—puddles the clown!

as a clown with a gifted talent to make people laugh, especially with the use of her quirk, emie found herself at a local children's hospital often, where she was hired out by the hospital to provide entertainment to dying and sick children. before this moment, emie had been sheltered from the tragedies of daily life, living blissfully unaware of the unfairness of existence. it was in this hospital that she finally reckoned with the reality of life.

emie met a little girl named misa. she had cancer, but her outlook looked good. emie and misa got along so well, that emie slowly began to favor misa more than the other children she entertained. to emie, misa was the first—and last—friend she ever had. they just understood eachother in a way nobody else could.

and then misa died. the cancer metastisized and spread to her blood, and she died within a month of emie starting to work at the hospital.

emie lost it. she had been religious before, often praying to god to rescue her from her dad's abusive household, but not anymore. how could there be kindness or happiness in a world that allows children to die at 8 years old? how could there be real joy if it was so fleeting, there one moment and gone in the next?

emie's worldview shattered and shifted in an instant. she had once been so optimistic, and now she turned to extreme nihilism and paranoia. her life had sucked. everybody else's life sucked too, it appeared. not even her old passion, acting, made her happy anymore. though emie kept returning to the hospital, children kept dying. what the hell was the point of life given so much tragedy?

there was no point, emie concluded. none at all. so what did any of her actions on earth matter?

she was still hopeful though. maybe there's something after life that is good. maybe there is a place where there is no more suffering, where all dads are good and all moms live and all children with cancer get better. emie wanted to reach that place. in all of her endless compassion, she wanted all of her peers to reach it too so that everyone could go party in the afterlife.

so she killed someone. and then another person. and then another. and when everybody is gone, she'll be the last to go to the afterlife. finally, she'll be free.

finally, something that makes her happy.)

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[attr="class","header2"]YOU ARE GOING TO DIE

clown equipment — juggling pins, horns, scarves out your sleeves, balloons, inflatable flowers!! what ELSE could a clown NEED???
memento box — this ol' thing?? it has all of my keepsakes!!! don't look inside if you're squeamish!! HONK! ;)
child's coloring book and crayons — this one's for me...
children's books — and these are for the kids!!!

PLAYED BY birdercrow

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[Madame Butterfly]

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[attr="class","header2"]LAUGHING GAS

[attr="class","header2"]emitter — c+ rank

laughing gas is a quirk that allows the user to emit a unique, colorful gas from the user's pores that invokes uncontrollable laughter in those who inhale it. The gas is visually mesmerizing, swirling with vibrant hues like light reflecting off an oil spill. upon inhalation, victims are overcome by intense, uncontrollable laughter. This laughter is not just a physical response but also psychologically compelling, making it nearly impossible for the affected individuals to focus or act coherently. the gas also has a strong hallucinogenic property. those exposed experience vivid and often disorienting hallucinations. these hallucinations are a twisted mirror of their subconscious fears or desires, rendered in a surreal, circus-like aesthetic.

DRAWBACKS:

💞 SO FUNNY!! — the user herself is not immune to her own quirk. while she doesn't succumb to the incapacitating effects due to her high tolerance and psychological conditioning, she still experiences the hallucinations and laughter. this reflects her internal struggle and constant battle with her own emotions.

💞 GET IN HERE!! — the effectiveness of the gas diminishes with distance. also, its effects are not permanent and will dissipate over time or with sufficient ventilation. so long as victims step out of the range of the gas, they should be fine.

💞 HEY!! NO!! — the gas can be blown away pretty easily in open areas given a strong gust of wind or otherwise windy conditions. additionally, as the gas has to be inhaled to have any effect, individuals who can somehow not inhale for long periods of time or equipment that cleans air before inhalation can go unaffected by this quirk.

[attr="class","header2"]CAN'T CATCH ME!

[attr="class","header2"]skill — c rank

all that time on the top ropes really got me into SHAPE!! i can roll around and do handstands and swing and backflip and ALL SORTSA STUFF!! but also sometimes i get hurt so...

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[attr="class","header2"]ATTRIBUTES

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

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So you've been feelin' kinda low 'bout the dues you've been payin'. Future's comin' much too slow, and you just wanna run, but somehow you just keep on stayin'. Can't decide on which way to go. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I understand about indecision, but I don't care if I get behind. People livin' in competetion - all I want is to have my peace of mind.[break][break]

So now you're climbing to the top of the company ladder. Hope it doesn't take too long. Can't you see there'll come a day when it won't matter? Come a day when you'll be gone? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I understand about indecision, but I don't care if I get behind. People livin' in competition - all I want is to have my peace of mind.[break][break]

( Take a look ahead, take a look ahead. )[break][break]

Now, everybody's got advice they just keep on givin'. Doesn't mean too much to me. Lotsa people out to make believe they're living - can't decide on who they should be. Oh, I understand about indecision, but I don't care if I get behind. People livin' in competition - all I want is to have my peace of mind. Take a look ahead, take a look ahead, look ahead.

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