Post by Bruce Bracker on Oct 2, 2019 4:09:16 GMT
NAME: Bruce Bracker
AGE: 15
GENDER: Boyo
QUIRK NAME: FAT METAL
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: EMITTER
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Bruce can use the lipocytes (fat, if you're a normal person) to summon metal chains from his wrists. Each pound of fat can make roughly 4 links, which is equal to 80 centimeters. These chains can theoretically extend forever if Bruce has enough fat saved up, but as of right now it can extend to a limit of around 8 meters comfortably. Bruce can extend this length to 20 meters, but doing so will absorb a lot of fat, and make it harder to actually fight.
In addition, if the chains are severed from his body in any way, the chains cut will also mean fat lost. He will need to spend time outside of battle regaining fat with the proper diet before he can regain his usual level of length.
These chains are also prehensile, allowing Bruce to wrap them around enemies to subdue them, or around allies to quickly scoop them up and out of harms way.
With the proper amount of force applied, as well as proper footing, Bruce could conceivably use the chains to stop a car from moving at around or below 10 MPH. Any faster and he'll probably lose grip or start getting dragged alongside it.
QUIRK POWER LIMIT: Bruce's chains are limited by the amount of fat he has readily available to be converted to chains. If he falls below a hundred pounds, he'll become fatigued far easier. Below eighty pounds would be essentially running on fumes, and anything below that would probably mean he's going to die incredibly soon without medical attention.
As mentioned above, Bruce's chains can be severed with the right amount of force or cutting precision. If this occurs, any fat used for their creation is permanently lost, and his weight will need to be regained over time.
QUIRK FACTOR:
Power 1
Finesse 2
Stamina 2
FLAW: Bruce is an incredibly lazy kid, which might be considered a boon due to his particular emitter quirk, but in fact it is definitely still a curse. His large size and lack of physical hobbies means he gets winded quite easily, especially if his chains aren't directly tied to the action. Running, jumping, climbing or even crouching down too long will get a good sweat going incredibly fast. Due to his laziness, he'll often fall behind on studies or miss out on events. If there's no shortcuts nearby, he might even skip out on helping with certain issues if they're low enough levels of threat.
APPEARANCE: Art Missing!
Bruce is a rather pudgy fellow. Sitting at 5'8, and weighing in at about 260 pounds, this little troublemaker usually just stays in his U.A training sweats unless he is absolutely forced to change. His messy mop of blonde hair is almost never combed, yet somehow it fits him well.
BACKGROUND:
"No way! You got in?!"
Bruce's friend held the paper up high, and blinked rapidly. Stars of wonder twinkled in his eyes.
"Yep. Not hard though, I guess. Pops is pretty big in the hero scene and stuff."
"Psh. No way. Sure he's a construction guy or whatever, but does he really do THAT much?"
Snatching the paper back from his friend, Bruce looked it over a few times, and sighed. Getting in on recommendation was pretty hard, but thankfully his dad had lots of strings to pull. Cutting deals on repair gigs was an easy way to gain notoriety, but it meant his dad could also put the screws to folks when he needed to. Getting his kid into UA was a no-brainer.
"Think I'll pull it off? Being a hero I mean."
Looking up from the comic he was reading, Bruce's pal rolled his eyes. "You of all people? Puh-lease. They'll kick you out day one. You'll have to move all the way from New York to some stumpy town in Japan just so they can kick you to the curb in an afternoon."
Bruce pouted. "I'm not THAT bad. Look; I pulled a sneaky on you just now!"
The other boy turned back to his comic, eyes widening in shock as he realized what had occurred. Bruce had snuck one of his chains around the back of the bed, and scribbled marker over the hero's face on every panel!
Before any scuffles could occur, the charming tones of Bruce's mother sang up the stairs.
"Oh Brucie! Your chauffeur is here. Please don't be late for your flight, okay? We've had to reschedule twice now."
"Coming!"
Bruce's chains snaked across the room, grabbing his two suitcases and dragging them to the door. Hopping to his feet, He gave his friend a bow as some extra flab puffed his cheeks up.
"Seeya next week?"
"You bet."
CODE NAME: Fatboy Slim. The kids in the playground used to call him that.
ALIGNMENT: Student
TITLE: NoneAGE: 15
GENDER: Boyo
QUIRK NAME: FAT METAL
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: EMITTER
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Bruce can use the lipocytes (fat, if you're a normal person) to summon metal chains from his wrists. Each pound of fat can make roughly 4 links, which is equal to 80 centimeters. These chains can theoretically extend forever if Bruce has enough fat saved up, but as of right now it can extend to a limit of around 8 meters comfortably. Bruce can extend this length to 20 meters, but doing so will absorb a lot of fat, and make it harder to actually fight.
In addition, if the chains are severed from his body in any way, the chains cut will also mean fat lost. He will need to spend time outside of battle regaining fat with the proper diet before he can regain his usual level of length.
These chains are also prehensile, allowing Bruce to wrap them around enemies to subdue them, or around allies to quickly scoop them up and out of harms way.
With the proper amount of force applied, as well as proper footing, Bruce could conceivably use the chains to stop a car from moving at around or below 10 MPH. Any faster and he'll probably lose grip or start getting dragged alongside it.
QUIRK POWER LIMIT: Bruce's chains are limited by the amount of fat he has readily available to be converted to chains. If he falls below a hundred pounds, he'll become fatigued far easier. Below eighty pounds would be essentially running on fumes, and anything below that would probably mean he's going to die incredibly soon without medical attention.
As mentioned above, Bruce's chains can be severed with the right amount of force or cutting precision. If this occurs, any fat used for their creation is permanently lost, and his weight will need to be regained over time.
QUIRK TECHNICAL LIMIT: While Bruce can only use his chains if he has enough fat to sustain their use, the opposite can also be a hinderance. Using too much fat to create too much chain will limit the level of flexibility and control he has over his chains, making them unwieldy if not aimed at a target directly in front of him. In addition, the durability of his chains lower with each additional link. While the first few meters or so might be hard to break, the back end would be much flimsier, almost as if they had rusted a bit.
QUIRK BARRIER (Students ONLY): Despite the versatility a quirk like Fat Metal might grant, Bruce is incredibly ignorant of its near-infinite applications, and almost always uses it to subdue, and hardly much else. Bruce isn't a dumb fellow by any means, but his lackadaisical life hasn't afforded him much use beyond that. Until he can think of more ways to utilize his quirk, this barrier is gonna stick around.
QUIRK FACTOR:
Power 1
Finesse 2
Stamina 2
SUPER MOVE: SUPER CHAIN! > Bruce can put his wrists together as if he was about to fire an energy ball from a fighting game. For a reason Bruce doesn't particularly understand, this allows him to summon chainlinks that are roughly double the size of the average metal link as long his hands are connected. This increases their striking power and durability, but leaves him a bit less flexible.
COSTUME: Bruce's costume has multiple notches in various locations on his outfit. If he summons chains, he can slot them onto these notches to lock them in place, allowing him more freedom of movement without having to fully retract his chains. This also allows the chains to act as makeshift armor if need be.
EXPERTISE: While Bruce can be a lazy kid, it's actually afforded him a few hobbies he might otherwise have never attained. He's a real lover of map-making, for instance, and never gets lost easily thanks to his photographic memory of locations. Once he's been somewhere, it's doubtful he'll forget.FLAW: Bruce is an incredibly lazy kid, which might be considered a boon due to his particular emitter quirk, but in fact it is definitely still a curse. His large size and lack of physical hobbies means he gets winded quite easily, especially if his chains aren't directly tied to the action. Running, jumping, climbing or even crouching down too long will get a good sweat going incredibly fast. Due to his laziness, he'll often fall behind on studies or miss out on events. If there's no shortcuts nearby, he might even skip out on helping with certain issues if they're low enough levels of threat.
APPEARANCE: Art Missing!
Bruce is a rather pudgy fellow. Sitting at 5'8, and weighing in at about 260 pounds, this little troublemaker usually just stays in his U.A training sweats unless he is absolutely forced to change. His messy mop of blonde hair is almost never combed, yet somehow it fits him well.
BACKGROUND:
"No way! You got in?!"
Bruce's friend held the paper up high, and blinked rapidly. Stars of wonder twinkled in his eyes.
"Yep. Not hard though, I guess. Pops is pretty big in the hero scene and stuff."
"Psh. No way. Sure he's a construction guy or whatever, but does he really do THAT much?"
Snatching the paper back from his friend, Bruce looked it over a few times, and sighed. Getting in on recommendation was pretty hard, but thankfully his dad had lots of strings to pull. Cutting deals on repair gigs was an easy way to gain notoriety, but it meant his dad could also put the screws to folks when he needed to. Getting his kid into UA was a no-brainer.
"Think I'll pull it off? Being a hero I mean."
Looking up from the comic he was reading, Bruce's pal rolled his eyes. "You of all people? Puh-lease. They'll kick you out day one. You'll have to move all the way from New York to some stumpy town in Japan just so they can kick you to the curb in an afternoon."
Bruce pouted. "I'm not THAT bad. Look; I pulled a sneaky on you just now!"
The other boy turned back to his comic, eyes widening in shock as he realized what had occurred. Bruce had snuck one of his chains around the back of the bed, and scribbled marker over the hero's face on every panel!
Before any scuffles could occur, the charming tones of Bruce's mother sang up the stairs.
"Oh Brucie! Your chauffeur is here. Please don't be late for your flight, okay? We've had to reschedule twice now."
"Coming!"
Bruce's chains snaked across the room, grabbing his two suitcases and dragging them to the door. Hopping to his feet, He gave his friend a bow as some extra flab puffed his cheeks up.
"Seeya next week?"
"You bet."
