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

[attr="class","body"]
People usually have a lot of nice things to say about Italy. Exemplary food and wines. Lovely scenery and art that extends deep into history. Hell, even the Pope lives there. The country truly has its unique charms. However, like anywhere else in the world, Italy has its own problems as well. Organized crime is unfortunately another icon of the country, and has become its own entertainment genre even.

In Southern Italy, where Chiara’s family lived, racketeering and extortion were the prices to pay to live in ‘peaceful’ towns. Chiara herself was too young to remember her father when he was murdered by the Sicilian Mafia for trying to stand up to the bullying. The mafioso in charge of the affair graciously allowed Chiara’s mother to keep her husband’s small restaurant, and put a hold on when the Sagaria family would have to begin their monthly payments.

He said:
“We may be criminals, but we are still men of honor. With respect to Mr. Sagaria’s honor, our condolences; take your time to mourn and bury him with dignity. We’ll expect your cooperation once your business is taken care of.”

Chiara had never heard such bullshit in her life when she had finally been told the truth about her father’s death as a teenager.

Without her father in the picture the girl had slightly grown into a tomboy of sorts to help protect her Ma, her only family she had left in the world. The town she grew up in was pleasant enough, but there was always an apprehensive atmosphere of dread when certain well dressed men prowled the streets. Chiara’s mom worked hard to keep her daughter on a good path and away from the local gangs, but the girl would always manage to brush shoulders with them. Even as a child Chiara could see the unease and anxiety their presence caused her mother.

Having developed an authority problem, and with the bomb of a truth being revealed to her about her father, the family’s situation didn’t improve with the revelation of Chiara’s quirk. Not wanting history to repeat itself Chiara’s mother packed up their lives and moved them both to Japan. She had heard of a special school of sorts. A place for quirkers to safely develop. Unfortunately Chiara had just recently finished high school, but she was enrolled into the UA University all the same.

She only made it two years into the program before dropping out. She had been blamed for the destruction of several houses in an unsanctioned training exercise; an ‘accident’ as the pro-university government had called it. In reality, Chiara’s only crime was covering up for a friend’s mistake, and being all too eager to find an excuse to leave the program. It’s a secret very few know, including her mother. So it was with her Ma’s blessing that she took the test to become a hero instead of going back to UAU for a third year.

Her score wasn’t great, but passing is passing. As a Pro Hero she usually sticks to the part of Tokyo immediately around Kiyoshi Shopping Mall. People aren’t always glad to see Hellion blazing through the streets, but she didn’t take the job to impress clowns. For the most part she’s adjusted well to life in another country, but every now and then she checks the ticket fares to Italy.