CHARACTER OVERVIEW:
Born in the Japanese countryside of the Kanto Region, growing up as the daughter of a farming family. As a child, she spent much of her time in the wilderness surrounding her village, playing in the fields, the streams, and the forest alongside other children, and gaining an appreciation for nature and its beauty. As middle schooler she began attending classes within the city, experiencing a sense of culture shot due to the dense urban setting in comparison to the wide open spaces of the countryside. Still, young Sukimaya persevered in her studies and socially, making friends of her peers and the respect of her teachers.

In high school she maintained high marks, and upon graduation, decided to major in wildlife management at the Shibani Institute of Kyoto. Her she would earn an internship during her studies with the Fuji-Hakone Izu National Park, working with animals and learning to help maintain country's natural environments. This would turn into a full-time job after graduating with a bachelor's, taking up a position as a Park Ranger.

During these years she would meet Demura Kano, through small gathering hosted by mutuals. The two would hit it off while chatting, and follow it up with a coffee meeting. After several more such dates, the two became a couple. Sukimaya has proven to be a very capable leader within her park, heading initiatives such as cycling guided and non-guided walkthroughs of areas by season, so as to not overwhelm popular spots and spoil them due to mass tourism. She has also work to zone more areas as off limits to the public, preserving them as they have been for centuries. Her success in these intiatives has led to her position as a Senior Ranger of the Fuji-Hakone Izu National Park.

When Demura returned after his year abroad tracking and taking down Red Claw, he proposed to her on the spot, which she accepted. They were married in short order.

- LOCATION -

Having been talking with an officer upon the man of the hours arrival, Kano raised a curious eyebrow upon hearing the flawless English sprinkled with a familiar if somewhat off accent of the States. It only took a half second for his mind to connect the dots, and for an appreciative smile to appear on his face by the time he'd fully turned to meet his peer. <"Thanks for coming so quickly, Lonewolf. We can talk and walk on the way."> His own English is was tinged with a bit more Southern inclinations, a inheritance from his mother, who'd grown up in the American south. Turning back towards the officer, Kano commented something in Japanese, before the officer nodded left the two.

<"C'mon."> He gestured for him to follow and began walking deeper into station. <"I'll admit, the case will probably go cold if we can't get any information from the kid. So far, the leads all points towards some kind of trafficking operation for Mutant-type Quirks. The kid was one of the most recent ones taken, but he managed to get away. Interrupted the kidnappers during one of my patrols while they were trying to recover him, and they got away."> They approached an elevator, which would take them to one of the upper floors of the station, as well as the residence when the victim had been staying for the last couple of days under guard.

<"He says his memories get cloudy and disconnected whenever he tries to recall the past week, so I'm thinking maybe some kind of mind-altering Quirk might be in play. Heard you dealt with that kind of thing. What do you think?">

lonewolf

- LOCATION -

Well, Demura can't say he didn't expect something like this to happen when he accepted the position at U.A. Kids often had a need to want to prove their worth to others, whether they be mentors, peers, or even strangers. And the freshmen at the university were no different. And what better way to satisfy that urge than to earn some rep and clout from taking on, no, taking down the school's combat instructor. Imagine it, beating the guy who was supposed to be teaching you how to fight, in a spar. The ego-boost a person could get from the would be incalculable. Which was why he felt the need to ground the would-be challengers in reality. Show them their actual limits.

He had an open-door policy regarding spars; if he had time, he'd do it. They were training the next generation of heroes, so any leeway couldn't be allowed. It'd give rise to complacency, to cockiness, to recklessness. And anyone one of those got people killed. That wouldn't happen under his watch. Many of the freshman last year had asked for sessions right out of the gate, and now had given him much trouble. Some were stronger than him, or faster, but they didn't have a good foundation in fighting. Other had that, but their Quirks themselves lacked. No one had the right combination to pose a serious threat to him.

This year's freshman... they were different. And Miroru was one of the shining examples of that. She had a clearer understanding of her capabilities than he did at that age, and an even more clear understanding of the type of future she wanted to help build and protect. He admitted he had his doubts when she first displayed the limits of her Quirk, which prompted a one-to-one meeting with the student, but he knew now that she was on the path to being among the best of them.

So he admitted he was surprised when she asked to go against him. Or maybe, he shouldn't have been. People like her did what was necessary to achieve their goals and pursued every avenue to on the path towards them. As one of her teachers, he could only do his best to help her along the way. Upon seeing her come into view, his gaze immediately focused on the wrapped bandages of her arms. He knew it was related to Quirk-overuse and clicked his teeth.

"Alright Miroru, you know how this works. We go until either I cede to you, or until I think you've reached your limits. Remember to pace yourself, and to not burn yourself out. Even though I want you giving your all, this is still just a sparring session. No need have an extended stay in the infirmary, alright?" His tone was even, the same he used when in the lecture halls. Demura didn't have his rifle, one because Miroru's Quirk rendered it just a paperweight essentially, and two, because he wanted her to get used to physically powerful opponents. It'd do well to figure out how to deal with them early on.

"You ready?"

Miroru

- Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Downpour -

It wouldn't take even three minutes before both Prism and Ironclad had the indicators on the thugs in the orange. Prism's initial blitz and strike approach caught many of the haphazard and sluggish ones off balance, and they'd offer little resistance against her variety of techniques and pins. And even those who still had some fight in them were quickly introduced to the floor of the building by Ironclad's mace.

Meanwhile, just as the remaining Sin Twin seemed to be recollecting himself from the sudden beatdown that Oberon had handed out, everything slowed... no not everything, just him? "WWWWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT-" His sentence seemed to stretch on and on, barely latching onto the next word before once more dragging out into the air. The dome of delayed time was firmly in place, and there was little the maniac could do about it, save react. But even the act of turning to face the young hero-in-training would probably take an hour to do. And by then, like Oberon considered himself, the test would be over. So though his indicator remained yellow, Black Sin could be considered contained. For now.

The civilians, for the most part, were a little battered and bruised, though it most likely was from the initial storm itself rather than any injuries suffered by the thugs, who all lay eliminated and in heaps. The building itself, even though it now had a heroine shaped hole in it, was still sturdy enough to protect from the harsh elements of the storm, and so if needed, Prism and Ironclad knew they could keep them relatively same within. Though, perhaps, it could be better to group them with the other civilians, or even take the chance to evacuate them all to the safe zone near the entrance of the Downpour Zone.

Meanwhile outside, Oberon could feel the winds begin to pick up, moving even more violently than they had been this entire time. The dark gray of the clouds overhead began to seem like they were swirling, possibly indicating the coming of an additional disaster. Weather like this, the likes of tornados or it is forming into a full-fledged hurricane could be likely. With the former, extremely dangerous winds were the worst one had to deal with, with the likes of cars, trees, and even roofs being flung into the air. But the later brought not only that, but also the threat of flash flooding. And a quick glance of the area told that it would be on the lower side of any terrain.

- Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Downpour -

"YOU'RE JUST A BRAT! NOTHING MORE!" His tantrum seemed set to continue even robbed mostly of his eyesight. But something brought slight reluctance, hesitation, to the Red Sin, a feeling in the air. It showed in his actions, as he stopped whipping wildly about the area around him, his head bobbing back and forth rapidly like a cornered animal. Then he heard the crackling.... his gaze locking onto what seemed to be the rushing form of Prism coming towards him. The way she kept her distance all this time, the way she stayed back... it made him think she was weak. Was this a desperate gamble then to save the civilians? If it was, she'd fail.

His tendrils tightly coiled together into a makeshift limb and rocketed forward towards her outline. "THIS IS THE BIG LEAGUES, BRAT!" His and last mistake. His body seized up as he made contact with the copy, the jolts of electricity enough to lock up his body temporarily. While being mostly liquid had extensive advantages, it also had many, many, disadvantages. One of them was being an excellent conductor. The follow-up ribbons of power only served as insults to injury, knocking into him and sending yells of pain and surprise. The final one sent him flying backwards into a maimed vehicle, splattering against in a crimson slush. The indicator lies within the mess, its light blinking from bright green to a dim orange.

The thugs stumbled back from Ironclad's counter like a stack of bowling pins, falling into one another. They were after just common criminals, men and women who simply turned to crime for whatever reason. And to boot, they had just escaped a transport bound for prison. The two she tackled went flying against the wall at her tackle, going headfirst into it and collapsing into a heap. If it were a cartoon, Ironclad could almost swear she saw birds or stars circling their heads. The ambush and jumping that followed were constant, and relentless, but she knew what she could take. The rapid clanging against her armored body was slowing down, ever so slightly, as time went on.

"Why won't you fall down!" One of them shouted through haphazard breathes.

Oberon's uppercut sent actual ripples through Black Sin's head, the blow reverberating like a stone dropping into a still pond. The menace stumbled backwards, grunting and groaning at the sudden heavy-handed attack. His head, semi-liquid, was malformed and continuing to lose its shape, the villain struggling to retain his composition. Then came the blow to the back, which sent him sprawling forward, a combination of a loss of balance, his own weight from the compacted tendril, and Oberon's own strength. His form began to pool onto the ground, disrupted by the downpour of rain that continually splashed in the storm.

"URGHHHHH...." He groaned, his indicator visible on his shoulder displaying a dimming yellow light on it.

- Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Downpour -

The three prospective heroes were quick to attack the situations, both figuratively and literally, diving into the thick of the threats to save the civilians. Each hero could identify circular indicator attached to the shoulders of both the thugs and the civilians. The lights that shone from them could easily be inferred as being status indicators of their health, in the absence of truly being able to simulate such a thing with androids and actors. Green was an indicator of general well-being, of those who hadn't suffered from any life-threatening injury or trauma. They'd quickly dim to yellow if they got hurt or suffered some kind of injury that's result in damage to themselves. Orange displayed that they were actively crippled or disabled, the sort of thing that could happen after falling unconscious or breaking a limb. And they all could guess what the final color would be should they 'die', though thankfully red had not been seen yet.

Many of the civilians Prism had saved with in the yellow status, either from getting hurt by the flames, inhaling the smoke and other gases that stemmed from them, or from debris from the building hitting them. They would need medical attention soon, but with her quick actions, they were safe, stable, and alive, for now. The office building provided immediate, if temporary shelter for them from the storm, and just in time too; part of the apartment structure began collapsing in on itself, as a result of the tree being suddenly dislodged, and the damage from being beaten by debris, winds, and weakened flames.

Oberon encountered green lights, his quickness lending itself very well in the situation. None of the civilians had suffered from serious injury from the sinkhole, physically that is. The civilians were terrified and scared, however, even as he carried them to the safe zone. It was a different story for the one being actively attacked.

Upon his assault, Oberon and Ironclad could immediately see that the civilian's indicator was a light orange, and quickly darkening. His timely intervention stopped this, and his follow up attacks on the two thugs would instead drop them into the orange, their forms unmoving in the state of unconsciousness. The same went for Ironclad, her opponents dropping down into heaps, breathing, bruised, but no worse for wear and alive. The remaining thugs, deterred from attempting further entry by the two's appearance, backed away towards the main one, whose body seemed to pulse and convulse in a thick, oily substance.

"Leader? I'm just out for a stroll on this nice day!" Their voice was shrill and loud, like nails grating on a chalk board. "After all, I hear there isn't much sunlight deep down in Tarturus!" He'd suddenly reach out for Ironclad, a massive tendril of inky tentacles wrapping around her form, and throw her body sideways into one of the buildings, destroy the boarded-up glass display. The civilians within released shrieks of terror, while the villain laughed.

"WELL WELL! LOOKS AT THAT! I BROKE OPEN THE PIGGY BANK! LETS SEE WHAT GOODIES ARE INSIDE!" With this he, and the other thugs now emboldened once more, began to march within the shopfront.

Both Oberon and Prism would also both see another figure, appearing similar to the elite thug that had just thrown Ironclad, streaking over towards the office building that Prism had just left her rescues in for safety!

"CAN'T LET BIG BRO HAVE ALL THE FUN! I NEED MY OWN LITTLE PIGGY TO CRACK OPEN!" His snarling voice carried over the wind, as he landed onto the roof of the office, and began slamming his red tendrils against the wall of it. "LITTLE PIGS, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN! I CAN SMELL YA' IN THERE!"

- Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Downpour -

This was it. The time had come. The first real trial of many to come over the years, to test their potential as the next generation of heroes: The Entrance Exam. While they may have gained entrance to the Heroics Program of U.A. University, the Entrance Exam would be the factor in deciding whether they truly had what it took to remain in it for the next few years of their life. Each year the scenarios, the challenges, and the proctors changed, and each year, dozens failed to meet the expectations carried at the institution. Only time would tell whether the three students whose exam Dauntless oversaw would join the statistic or be one of the few who'd earned the privilege of learning from some of the best, the brightest, and the bravest Japan had to offer.

Once Rokuhane Miroru, Johanna Larsen, and Farrin O'Rourke arrived at the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, they would be directed towards the Downpour Zone, the massive dome containing an environment the simulated a constant torrent of harsh rain and gale-force winds within a suburban area. As they entered the starting area, loudspeakers would crackle over the entire area, outdoing the roar of the violent weather raging within.

"Alright! Welcome to your Entrance Exam! I'll be your proctor. You'll each be judged and graded on your individual actions and overall performance during the course of the exam. On to the main event." Screens on the dome's roof would flicker to life, replacing the simulated gray thunderclouds that blanketed them. They would display differing images of a destroyed transport, civilians in various degrees of danger, and a band of figures causing mayhem.

"A storm is passing through this suburban area of Tokyo, causing flash-flooding and other small-scale incidents among its residents. One of these has also caused a prison transport carrying the villain, Bravo, and other criminals to crash, allowing them to escape into the area and cause further damage and panic. You need to save the civilians in peril, stop the criminals causing havoc, and bring down Bravo before time is up." Cars stranded by flooding, and with their passengers on top of them were show, people trapped inside buildings by collapsed trees, powerlines, and other debris was displayed, as well as feeds of criminals harassing people within their homes and business, or directly on the streets was found. Though for the most part they were average thugs, a few actively used their Quirks. And finally, the image centered on Bravo, a hero normally, known for their ability to manipulate objects and people through attaching red strings onto them.

"The time starts once you move forward. Good luck."