Post by Shiroiha Jones on Oct 2, 2019 11:54:09 GMT
NAME: Shiroiha Jones
AGE: 16
GENDER: Male
QUIRK NAME: SKELE-TON
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: MUTANT
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Skele-ton affects Shiroiha in a variety of ways, most superficially by afflicting him with a very spooky scary appearance. By virtue of being a skeleton Shiroiha cannot tire or hunger or thirst, but is still able to see, speak, and move as if he had the normal means to. Lacking any muscle, organs or fat, Shiroiha is quite light, being capable of sustained bursts of speed as there is very little anchoring him down. The -ton part of the quirk comes from Shiroiha's ability to manipulate bones and incorporate them into his frame.
QUIRK POWER LIMIT: Less bones to manipulate means less stress on the frame, which means Shiroiha can change them with more ease and for a fairly decent time, usually from thirty minutes to an hour. More bones, on the other hand, become harder to control, with anything going past the threshold of twelve becoming unwieldy and risking "goopification" the more they distance. Shiroiha can't handle anything above twenty individual bones for more than a minute.
QUIRK TECHNICAL LIMIT: Bones are everywhere, but for a quirk that depends on them Skele-ton is rather picky. It has no use for bones belonging to anything other than a human (quirky or not), and so they remain unaffected by its power.
QUIRK FACTOR:
Power 1
Finesse 2
Stamina 2
FLAW: As anyone with a basic grasp in RPGs knows, skeletons are particularly vulnerable to blunt attacks, which is not to say that Shiroiha can handle much damage from anything. Even the simple wear and tear of everyday life requires him to regularly replace fractured or otherwise compromised parts on an usually bimonthly basis, which is worsened by his inability to tell whether he has broken something until it hinders him, and the relatively difficulty one has with finding perfect fits - or any human bones at all. He has a special license to do just that, but it's not like his requests can be fulfilled from one day to the other. His ability to manipulate bone is limited in scope, with more complex (and animated) transformations taking precious seconds and focus to achieve, a revving chainsaw forearm, for instance, could take up to ten seconds.
APPEARANCE: Depending on what he's given, Shiroiha usually hovers around 5'11" and weighs just about as much as he looks. He is a skeleton that looks as a skeleton does, bleached white and very well polished, usually clothed in casual streetwear but never blue hoodies. Shiroiha has a preference for shirts many sizes too big for him, round sunglasses, shorts, and anything else that might make a skeleton look approachable.
BACKGROUND:
"What can I do with my quirk?" Shiroiha kept smiling as he always did, scratching the back of his cranium with long bone-thin fingers "A couple of party tricks, I dunno." Was that a good enough answer? The interviewer on the other side of the table looked unimpressed. "Well, it must do something, I guess. I have medals in track and field, swimming, cycling... Does that count?" Rather than answer, the interviewer jotted down something on Shiroiha's sheet, filling in some of the blank spaces with very tight, very neat calligraphy. The skeleton was very much not in his element here, unable to swear as he was. "Rowing, basketball, ice..." Ice? What ice? He was from Cornwall! "sculpting." The interviewer raised an eyebrow at his last achievement, but then shrugged his shoulders and added it to the list. Shiroiha would have preferred to fill those damned boxes himself, but instead his would-be employer decided to give him this gruff-looking mute to work with. Were they afraid that he would lie, cheat? Well, he'd never! Perhaps they just though his Japanese was lacking.
The interviewer turned the sheet, pointing at the next question with his chewed ballpoint "No allergies, no. Skeleton, remember?" and then the next one "Very fluent, I'd say. My mom spoke only in Japanese when we were home." The man, for the very first time since Shiroiha met him, showed the slightest hint of emotion as he wrote down a question on a scrap of napkin that which he hesitantly handed over "He died." Of course, as far as the son knew Davy Jones wasn't really dead, but when he chose to return to a career of evil over not stranding his wife in a foreign land with a son days away from being born, Shiroiha was very hurt - even if he only came to know what happened much, much later. He only kept the surname because the rest of the family were damn good people. The interviewer tapped at the paper again. "Oh, not my dad, my grad! You don't have to write in English, you know? Feels weird that you do that while I speak Japanese. Well, I'm still finishing highschool. Know U.A.? Hell yeah, damn well I entered, HA! I just wanted some spending money - can't live off my aunt's kindness forever, you feel?" She was old, really old, and Shiroiha too embarrassed to ask any money from her. Plus, he needed something to do during the weekend, and renting home movies and videogames was right up his alley. It was better than picking up trash for sure.
As mechanically as before, the interviewer took the sheet, wrote down a word for every dozen Shiroiha had said, and handed him to sign. Signed, stamped, and triple checked, the sheet was put aside. "So, huh, what are the odds I'm getting the job, eh?" Surprising - almost startling him - the interviewer spoke "Unlikely..." Shiroiha leaned forward, hands gripping the edge of the table "Why?" The interviewer answered in kind, leaning also "We... don't hire... children..."
CODE NAME: Rictus
ALIGNMENT: Student
TITLE: N/AAGE: 16
GENDER: Male
QUIRK NAME: SKELE-TON
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: MUTANT
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Skele-ton affects Shiroiha in a variety of ways, most superficially by afflicting him with a very spooky scary appearance. By virtue of being a skeleton Shiroiha cannot tire or hunger or thirst, but is still able to see, speak, and move as if he had the normal means to. Lacking any muscle, organs or fat, Shiroiha is quite light, being capable of sustained bursts of speed as there is very little anchoring him down. The -ton part of the quirk comes from Shiroiha's ability to manipulate bones and incorporate them into his frame.
QUIRK POWER LIMIT: Less bones to manipulate means less stress on the frame, which means Shiroiha can change them with more ease and for a fairly decent time, usually from thirty minutes to an hour. More bones, on the other hand, become harder to control, with anything going past the threshold of twelve becoming unwieldy and risking "goopification" the more they distance. Shiroiha can't handle anything above twenty individual bones for more than a minute.
QUIRK TECHNICAL LIMIT: Bones are everywhere, but for a quirk that depends on them Skele-ton is rather picky. It has no use for bones belonging to anything other than a human (quirky or not), and so they remain unaffected by its power.
QUIRK BARRIER: Shiroiha's ability to animate bones is, in one word, lacking. In the past while trying to do the perfect wave by 'whipping' his arm to the rhythm of the music he managed to make it splash into calcium-enriched goop all over the place, as is want to happen whenever he tries to shift his bones without directing his full attention to the movement.
QUIRK FACTOR:
Power 1
Finesse 2
Stamina 2
SUPER MOVE: GRAVE ROLL > One of the perks of being all bones and no skin is that not only are you fast, you are a far narrower target than most, which Shiroiha Jones can exploit with a faster-than-usual reaction with which he can quickly disassemble and assemble the part about to be injured.
COSTUME: STAPLER GUN > A total absence of pain receptors and a mostly nonessential yet brittle body need not be a weakness, necessarily. Shiroiha was given a stylized stapler gun with his costume, to patch his more crumbly bits together should the need arise. The heavy duty staples are able to punch through and hold together bone, and can also be shot as projectiles. This last use is not condoned by either UA or the Hero Association.
EXPERTISE: HORROR FLICKS > The skeleton likes horror movies, sue him. The more grainy, obscure, and passé, the more likely Shiroiha is to know everything about a certain movie, from the hidden depths of its core message to who exactly served as the greensman. The boy is an encyclopedia of bad horror movies.FLAW: As anyone with a basic grasp in RPGs knows, skeletons are particularly vulnerable to blunt attacks, which is not to say that Shiroiha can handle much damage from anything. Even the simple wear and tear of everyday life requires him to regularly replace fractured or otherwise compromised parts on an usually bimonthly basis, which is worsened by his inability to tell whether he has broken something until it hinders him, and the relatively difficulty one has with finding perfect fits - or any human bones at all. He has a special license to do just that, but it's not like his requests can be fulfilled from one day to the other. His ability to manipulate bone is limited in scope, with more complex (and animated) transformations taking precious seconds and focus to achieve, a revving chainsaw forearm, for instance, could take up to ten seconds.
APPEARANCE: Depending on what he's given, Shiroiha usually hovers around 5'11" and weighs just about as much as he looks. He is a skeleton that looks as a skeleton does, bleached white and very well polished, usually clothed in casual streetwear but never blue hoodies. Shiroiha has a preference for shirts many sizes too big for him, round sunglasses, shorts, and anything else that might make a skeleton look approachable.
BACKGROUND:
"What can I do with my quirk?" Shiroiha kept smiling as he always did, scratching the back of his cranium with long bone-thin fingers "A couple of party tricks, I dunno." Was that a good enough answer? The interviewer on the other side of the table looked unimpressed. "Well, it must do something, I guess. I have medals in track and field, swimming, cycling... Does that count?" Rather than answer, the interviewer jotted down something on Shiroiha's sheet, filling in some of the blank spaces with very tight, very neat calligraphy. The skeleton was very much not in his element here, unable to swear as he was. "Rowing, basketball, ice..." Ice? What ice? He was from Cornwall! "sculpting." The interviewer raised an eyebrow at his last achievement, but then shrugged his shoulders and added it to the list. Shiroiha would have preferred to fill those damned boxes himself, but instead his would-be employer decided to give him this gruff-looking mute to work with. Were they afraid that he would lie, cheat? Well, he'd never! Perhaps they just though his Japanese was lacking.
The interviewer turned the sheet, pointing at the next question with his chewed ballpoint "No allergies, no. Skeleton, remember?" and then the next one "Very fluent, I'd say. My mom spoke only in Japanese when we were home." The man, for the very first time since Shiroiha met him, showed the slightest hint of emotion as he wrote down a question on a scrap of napkin that which he hesitantly handed over "He died." Of course, as far as the son knew Davy Jones wasn't really dead, but when he chose to return to a career of evil over not stranding his wife in a foreign land with a son days away from being born, Shiroiha was very hurt - even if he only came to know what happened much, much later. He only kept the surname because the rest of the family were damn good people. The interviewer tapped at the paper again. "Oh, not my dad, my grad! You don't have to write in English, you know? Feels weird that you do that while I speak Japanese. Well, I'm still finishing highschool. Know U.A.? Hell yeah, damn well I entered, HA! I just wanted some spending money - can't live off my aunt's kindness forever, you feel?" She was old, really old, and Shiroiha too embarrassed to ask any money from her. Plus, he needed something to do during the weekend, and renting home movies and videogames was right up his alley. It was better than picking up trash for sure.
As mechanically as before, the interviewer took the sheet, wrote down a word for every dozen Shiroiha had said, and handed him to sign. Signed, stamped, and triple checked, the sheet was put aside. "So, huh, what are the odds I'm getting the job, eh?" Surprising - almost startling him - the interviewer spoke "Unlikely..." Shiroiha leaned forward, hands gripping the edge of the table "Why?" The interviewer answered in kind, leaning also "We... don't hire... children..."
