Post by Nightmare on Oct 2, 2019 3:06:57 GMT
NAME: Higeki Seikatsu
AGE: Twenty-two
GENDER: Male
QUIRK NAME: Spawn of Chaos
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: Mutation
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Seikatsu hosts a quartet of four, inky-black tendrils made of a vile liquid that can extend and retract through the upper and lower parts of his back. Each individual tendril has a free range of motion - able to reach up to ten meters away while also retracting all the way into Seikatsu's body when needed. The substance has a texture similar to tar, though Seikatsu is able to harden it on command to slightly-above concrete levels. Each limb has a diameter of roughly twenty-four centimeters (equivalent to a basketball), though the wielder of the Quirk is capable of tapering it down to around half that for more precise or powerful strikes.
QUIRK POWER LIMIT: Being that his Quirk is a part of his body, Seikatsu can comfortably use all four limbs at max extension for about one hour before he would start feeling strain. As the tendrils feel more like limbs than simple tools, Seikatsu will start to feel the affects of muscle fatigue, cramps, and loss of energy in both his back and arms, generally leading to him slowing down further and further until he can't go any longer. To be completely disabled would take about two hours of constant use.
QUIRK FACTOR:
Power 1
Finesse 2
Stamina 2
FLAW: Mild Photophobia. Light sources around the strength of a spotlight or greater when directly seen can disorientate Seikatsu.
APPEARANCE: Tall and lanky, sickly pale blemishless skin, neck-length wavy black hair, amber eyes.
BACKGROUND:
"It's not fair." A voice hissed, tendrils seething in barely restrained fury - the glow of a small television set the other source of light illuminating the otherwise pitch-black room.
"In other news, the Hero Association was praised for the recent decline of crime in the local-" Suddenly, a darkened oily tentacle shot forth, intent to pierce the wretched machine and make it stop. ...But it never reached its target. "Stupid 'Heroes' won't get the better of me." A man muttered darkly, bits of ivory falling to the ground as he yet again bit his nails to stumps.
A misplaced bite drew blood, a hysterical laugh erupting. "That's fine. You keep on pretending you're helping people you bastards. Leave us to the wayside. I don't mind. Nooot at alllllll." The hunched figure stood, breathing erratic as he flipped his head back. "So kind. So precious. It MaKeS mE sIcK." The door to the bedroom of the grimy, one-person apartment flung open.
A framed photograph of a smiling boy and two adoring parents still sat upon the wall, the only clean thing amongst the dust and filth-covered walls. A hand stroked the image gently, breath condensing upon the glass. "They didn't care about you, mother. Father. Those people are vile, corrupted to the core. So many sacrifices by Heroes like you yet they continue to fight..."
An idea crossed his mind. A perfect plan, perhaps. "I can make them appreciate the blood that has been spilled. I will become the ultimate evil. So wicked so depraved that ALL PEOPLE ARE FORCED TO UNITE TO SURVIVE." Breaths coming at a calmer rate, the man relaxed. "A being that will strike fear into even the most seasoned of Heroes. That all people, regardless of Quirk, of race, of gender, of age... they must work together to find survival. True utopia."
A plain, white mask with holes carved for eyes and a mouth slot sat upon a small, wooden table. "Yes. Oh yes. I'll become their worst nightmare."
CODE NAME: Nightmare
ALIGNMENT: Villain
TITLE: N/AAGE: Twenty-two
GENDER: Male
QUIRK NAME: Spawn of Chaos
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: Mutation
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Seikatsu hosts a quartet of four, inky-black tendrils made of a vile liquid that can extend and retract through the upper and lower parts of his back. Each individual tendril has a free range of motion - able to reach up to ten meters away while also retracting all the way into Seikatsu's body when needed. The substance has a texture similar to tar, though Seikatsu is able to harden it on command to slightly-above concrete levels. Each limb has a diameter of roughly twenty-four centimeters (equivalent to a basketball), though the wielder of the Quirk is capable of tapering it down to around half that for more precise or powerful strikes.
QUIRK POWER LIMIT: Being that his Quirk is a part of his body, Seikatsu can comfortably use all four limbs at max extension for about one hour before he would start feeling strain. As the tendrils feel more like limbs than simple tools, Seikatsu will start to feel the affects of muscle fatigue, cramps, and loss of energy in both his back and arms, generally leading to him slowing down further and further until he can't go any longer. To be completely disabled would take about two hours of constant use.
QUIRK TECHNICAL LIMIT: Generally, Seikatsu must have ample space behind himself to actually summon his Quirk, and enough space to work with to move the tendrils around. They are by no means 'bulky', but fighting indoors is typically a disadvantage on his side of the field.
QUIRK FACTOR:
Power 1
Finesse 2
Stamina 2
SUPER MOVE: STYGIAN CHAINS > Seikatsu pushes his Quirk to the upmost limit, pumping enough energy into them to cause the tendrils to bulk and bulge, gaining additional power and five meters of reach for a single post. It is similar in function to anaerobic exercise, cranked up to ten.
COSTUME: ARMOR > Seikatsu comes equipped with padded kevlar body armor on most of his body for an added layer of protection.
EXPERTISE: KRAV MAGA > A fighting style designed for the user to survive, not fight fair. It incorporates 'dishonorable' and 'dirty' tactics in order to try and gain the upper hand as much as possible.FLAW: Mild Photophobia. Light sources around the strength of a spotlight or greater when directly seen can disorientate Seikatsu.
APPEARANCE: Tall and lanky, sickly pale blemishless skin, neck-length wavy black hair, amber eyes.
BACKGROUND:
"It's not fair." A voice hissed, tendrils seething in barely restrained fury - the glow of a small television set the other source of light illuminating the otherwise pitch-black room.
"In other news, the Hero Association was praised for the recent decline of crime in the local-" Suddenly, a darkened oily tentacle shot forth, intent to pierce the wretched machine and make it stop. ...But it never reached its target. "Stupid 'Heroes' won't get the better of me." A man muttered darkly, bits of ivory falling to the ground as he yet again bit his nails to stumps.
A misplaced bite drew blood, a hysterical laugh erupting. "That's fine. You keep on pretending you're helping people you bastards. Leave us to the wayside. I don't mind. Nooot at alllllll." The hunched figure stood, breathing erratic as he flipped his head back. "So kind. So precious. It MaKeS mE sIcK." The door to the bedroom of the grimy, one-person apartment flung open.
A framed photograph of a smiling boy and two adoring parents still sat upon the wall, the only clean thing amongst the dust and filth-covered walls. A hand stroked the image gently, breath condensing upon the glass. "They didn't care about you, mother. Father. Those people are vile, corrupted to the core. So many sacrifices by Heroes like you yet they continue to fight..."
An idea crossed his mind. A perfect plan, perhaps. "I can make them appreciate the blood that has been spilled. I will become the ultimate evil. So wicked so depraved that ALL PEOPLE ARE FORCED TO UNITE TO SURVIVE." Breaths coming at a calmer rate, the man relaxed. "A being that will strike fear into even the most seasoned of Heroes. That all people, regardless of Quirk, of race, of gender, of age... they must work together to find survival. True utopia."
A plain, white mask with holes carved for eyes and a mouth slot sat upon a small, wooden table. "Yes. Oh yes. I'll become their worst nightmare."