Post by Kazamori Mariko on Oct 4, 2019 17:19:19 GMT
NAME: Kazamori Mariko
CODE NAME: N/A
ALIGNMENT: Civilian
TITLE: N/A
AGE: Twenty-seven.
GENDER: Identifies as female.
QUIRK NAME: REGENERATION
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: MUTANT (?)
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: To her dismay, she shares with some kind of flatworms the ability to regrow severed limbs, as well as new entities forming from the detached body parts. For all intent and purpose, the clones are physically identical to herself, apart from minor deformities like missing fingers or ear ; while fully sentient and sharing the same level of intellect as the original, they tend to demonstrate homicidal tendencies, whether it be towards herself or anyone happening to be around at the moment of their "birth", more often than not trying to hurt whoever happens to be present, or escape.
Thankfully, the clones are quite short-lived, only able to survive for up to forty-eight hours if able to find a source of food (in the form of raw meat), otherwise they usually end up dying after a few hours, as they're not actually human. Their violent and cruel tendencies make them quite the liability, and their profound distaste for Mariko herself makes them unfit to be used as any kind of defense.
QUIRK POWER LIMIT: Clones can grow from severed limbs, lost blood or living tissues, but not from shed hair, cut nails and so on. As a rule, only one clone can sprout at once, the speed of it's growth as well as the likelihood of deformities depending on the amount of living tissues available — as little as five minutes and up to ten. They display aggressive tendencies towards most people, including the original, and will try to kill at all cost, even showing surprising resilience when wounded, not stopping until completely incapacitated. Despite this, they lack any kind of special abilities or physical strength, and can be dealt with easily.
Aside from being painful, losing and regrowing a body part takes some time, as much as fifteen minutes for a full leg, leaving her usually incapacitated in the meantime, and more often than not exhausted afterwards.
QUIRK TECHNICAL LIMIT: Mariko has little to no control over her quirk, and tries to minimize the incidents involving it. She doesn't heal from minor injuries, and while she can survives some pretty nasty injuries (ie. losing an arm or leg), she wouldn't survive wounds to vital organs, especially her brain.
QUIRK BARRIER (Students ONLY): N/A
QUIRK FACTOR:
Power 3
Finesse 0
Stamina 2
SUPER MOVE: EMERGENCY. Perhaps the only semblance of control she has over her quirk, she's able to consciously detach one of her limbs in case of great danger, affording her a chance at escaping the situation.
COSTUME: She has no use for one.
EXPERTISE: SLEIGHT OF HAND. Throughout her childhood, she spent a hefty amount of time playing inside, her parents fearing she might hurt herself and so had to find a way to pass the time. What started as a simple party trick (who doesn't want to know how to make cards disappear?) became quite the useful talent. Her nimble hands were able to take hold of many things without getting her noticed, and soon it became a second nature for her. Too honest to use her skill to steal or anything of the sort, she instead honed it as a way to perhaps prevent clumsiness and avoid embarrassing mishaps — anything that could reduce the chances of her quirk manifesting itself.
FLAW: As years went by, she developed an acute fear of hurting herself in any way. Even the smallest cut can trigger a panic attack that will render her unable to do anything until calmed down.
APPEARANCE: If there's one thing that needs to be known about Mariko, it probably is the fact that she cares a great deal about her looks — not for attention, but for the sake of her own selfish vanity.
She's a young woman of average height, barely standing out at 5'1" ft, and a voluptuous, curvy figure. Her hair is a warm shade of dark brown, almost chocolate. Quite thick and somewhat wavy, she fancies it untied and long, resting a few inches short of her backside. Given her almost daily use of colored lenses, her natural brown, almost black eyes are quite the rare sight. Makeup is (almost) always a must, and while she never goes for anything heavy, she knows how to show herself in her best light; glossed plump lips, rosy cheeks and fluffy false lashes, she never skimps on details. Aside from her carefully made-up face, her outfit are meticulously put together, with a predilection for soft shades of pink and blue, as well as white, going for a cute yet mature style of clothing.
BACKGROUND: One day, she'll ask him why he always kept his office so cold.
After a brief glance at the clock, it's faint but steady ticking distracting her for a second, her gaze slowly wandered back to the person facing her. Dr. Minase was a distant yet warm man in his fifties, and her current therapist. She had seen many of them in the last few years, and he was, surprisingly, the only one she felt could perhaps understand her.
« So. How was your week? Any incidents you'd like for us to go over? »
She pursed her lips briefly as he spoke, eyebrows slightly raised as she pondered over what she should tell him. There was time when she would tell him what she thought he wanted to hear, only wishing to get this over with as soon as possible. Today, however, seemed to be an honest kind of day. « It was fine. » And it was, for the most part, true. A week like every other, her everyday life as mundane as it gets.
He didn't have to say anything for her to understand that he was expecting more than a few vague words and a half-hearted smile. « Nothing actually bad happened, really. » Oh, she couldn't help herself, always running away from her feelings, hoping that maybe they'll stop running after her one day. « I mean, it didn't happen. » Her quirk. Mariko always tried to find a way to not directly mention it, skirting around the issue without ever acknowledging it. « Two days ago, I went to get my nails done. It was the cutest manicure I ever had, and longer than what I usually go for. Everything was fine— » For a brief moment, her fingers stopped playing with the hem of her skirt, her gaze drifting away from his face. « When I went back home after my shift, I suppose I got careless— I was tired. » The tone of her voice had slightly shifted, suddenly a bit distant.
Gone was her usual blasé attitude, that nonchalant facade she had built for herself when it came to her abilities. Getting rid of her bad habits was, unfortunately, way harder than first expected, and all the more frustrating. Some days it felt like she was taking one step forwards and two steps back, self-doubt just around the corner of her anxious mind. « I scratched myself, but I don't think I drew blood. I'm not sure. It's a bit hazy. » For anyone who wasn't aware of what her quirk entailed, it would have seemed to be nothing more than the trivial worries of a shallow girl. « After that, I started panicking. » Gaze cast down, she let out a shaky breath, mentally trying to distance herself from those uncomfortable memories, without much success. It was a feeling she knew all too well : that uncomfortable tightness of the throat, her breath shallowing with every passing minutes as the weight on her chest grew heavier. « Well, you know how it goes. I cut them all off and spent half the night making sure everything was alright. I passed out around three in the morning, and that's it. » Pretty pathetic, huh?
« And how do you feel now? »
The inquiry was met with a shrug, Mariko biting her lip as she tried to regain some form of composure. « Alright, I guess. I mean, I kinda have to, anyway. » Truth be told, she wasn't one to vent easily, not even to a professional like him. For a moment, she had considered joking about the absurdity of the situation as a way to hide her embarrassment and change subject, before relenting, knowing full well he would see through it. « I don't feel worse per se, it's just frustrating. You think you're fine, and then something stupid happens and you're back to square one. » With a sigh, she sat straight up, hands now resting on her lap. There was no way she would allow herself to wallow in self-pity like that. A sudden change of attitude that didn't escape the doctor's notice, a faint smile creeping up on his face.
« It seems to me you're doing just fine. Relapses happen sometimes, don't dwell too much on it. » She watched him write down some notes, wondering if sometimes he wasn't just pretending for the sake of professionalism. « What about your family and friends? I reckon we haven't touched those subject much in our recent appointments. »
Friends and family. To put it simply, she didn't have many of the former, as for the latter, she hadn't been able to visit them in almost three years, much to her dismay. « Mom called the other day. I think she needed someone to listen to her. She's been arguing a lot with her brothers recently, about their mother— Grandma is getting old and they're all a bit overwhelmed. Being bad at dealing with feelings runs in the family. » Unlike her previously tense expression, there was now much more softness to her features, a gentle smile resting at the curve of her lips. « Kouta doesn't want me around too much, he doesn't want to be embarrassed by his big sister, you know. Teenagers. » Kouta was her youngest brother, a soon to be hero — in a few years. A good kid who, unlike herself, had inherited of a much more manageable quirk.
« You've made good progress with them, haven't you. If I remember right, your relationship used to be quite strained, not so long ago. »
A brief nod of her head seemed to be a satisfying answer as he looked down once more at his notebook, giving her some time to think. He wanted to hear about her friends, and the young woman was unsure about how she was supposed to answer. « There's nothing much to be said on the friends front, I'm afraid. I met new people, though. I bumped into an old schoolmate and her friends. She invited met for drinks and karaoke, like we used to do. It was fun. » Being approachable and sociable was, by far, the easiest part of meeting people for her. In spite of her deep-seated issues, Mariko turned out to be quite charismatic and friendly, usually meshing well with any kind of people — as long as the relationship stayed on a shallow level. Truth be told, she liked being around people, talking but more often than not, listening.
« Are you planning on seeing them again? »
« Ah— » He knew what she was going to say. « I don't think so. They were really nice, but— » She stared wistfully at the wall, licking her lips whilst trying to come up with a satisfying answer. « I don't really know why. I won't complain though, I always end up meeting new people. » She smiled, genuinely so. « Like that guy ; he's a regular of the konbini I work at. He's so annoying, you have no idea. I wish I was tall enough to wipe that damn smirk of his stupid face, I— » Meeting her therapist's gaze made her stop dead in her tracks, letting out an embarrassed laugh. « Too much? You know me, I'm not actually violent— » Eh, debatable but beside the point. « Still, I don't mind not seeing people again, most of the time. There's so many I have yet to meet, and I don't feel the need to force those I already did to stay relevant to my life, that's all. » Maybe it wasn't ideal, and then again, maybe she would end up changing her mind one day.
« I see. » The man removed his thick-rimmed glasses, looking intently at her. « Do you think you're happy? »
She had a steady job, a comfortable living situation and a few hobbies. « It's good as it gets, I'd say. » Being happy was never among her priorities, anyway.
OOC : I'm unsure about the quirk factor, and would like some pointers on the matter, since I'm not really sure it fits with what I've described.
CODE NAME: N/A
ALIGNMENT: Civilian
TITLE: N/A
AGE: Twenty-seven.
GENDER: Identifies as female.
QUIRK NAME: REGENERATION
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: MUTANT (?)
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: To her dismay, she shares with some kind of flatworms the ability to regrow severed limbs, as well as new entities forming from the detached body parts. For all intent and purpose, the clones are physically identical to herself, apart from minor deformities like missing fingers or ear ; while fully sentient and sharing the same level of intellect as the original, they tend to demonstrate homicidal tendencies, whether it be towards herself or anyone happening to be around at the moment of their "birth", more often than not trying to hurt whoever happens to be present, or escape.
Thankfully, the clones are quite short-lived, only able to survive for up to forty-eight hours if able to find a source of food (in the form of raw meat), otherwise they usually end up dying after a few hours, as they're not actually human. Their violent and cruel tendencies make them quite the liability, and their profound distaste for Mariko herself makes them unfit to be used as any kind of defense.
QUIRK POWER LIMIT: Clones can grow from severed limbs, lost blood or living tissues, but not from shed hair, cut nails and so on. As a rule, only one clone can sprout at once, the speed of it's growth as well as the likelihood of deformities depending on the amount of living tissues available — as little as five minutes and up to ten. They display aggressive tendencies towards most people, including the original, and will try to kill at all cost, even showing surprising resilience when wounded, not stopping until completely incapacitated. Despite this, they lack any kind of special abilities or physical strength, and can be dealt with easily.
Aside from being painful, losing and regrowing a body part takes some time, as much as fifteen minutes for a full leg, leaving her usually incapacitated in the meantime, and more often than not exhausted afterwards.
QUIRK TECHNICAL LIMIT: Mariko has little to no control over her quirk, and tries to minimize the incidents involving it. She doesn't heal from minor injuries, and while she can survives some pretty nasty injuries (ie. losing an arm or leg), she wouldn't survive wounds to vital organs, especially her brain.
QUIRK BARRIER (Students ONLY): N/A
QUIRK FACTOR:
Power 3
Finesse 0
Stamina 2
SUPER MOVE: EMERGENCY. Perhaps the only semblance of control she has over her quirk, she's able to consciously detach one of her limbs in case of great danger, affording her a chance at escaping the situation.
COSTUME: She has no use for one.
EXPERTISE: SLEIGHT OF HAND. Throughout her childhood, she spent a hefty amount of time playing inside, her parents fearing she might hurt herself and so had to find a way to pass the time. What started as a simple party trick (who doesn't want to know how to make cards disappear?) became quite the useful talent. Her nimble hands were able to take hold of many things without getting her noticed, and soon it became a second nature for her. Too honest to use her skill to steal or anything of the sort, she instead honed it as a way to perhaps prevent clumsiness and avoid embarrassing mishaps — anything that could reduce the chances of her quirk manifesting itself.
FLAW: As years went by, she developed an acute fear of hurting herself in any way. Even the smallest cut can trigger a panic attack that will render her unable to do anything until calmed down.
APPEARANCE: If there's one thing that needs to be known about Mariko, it probably is the fact that she cares a great deal about her looks — not for attention, but for the sake of her own selfish vanity.
She's a young woman of average height, barely standing out at 5'1" ft, and a voluptuous, curvy figure. Her hair is a warm shade of dark brown, almost chocolate. Quite thick and somewhat wavy, she fancies it untied and long, resting a few inches short of her backside. Given her almost daily use of colored lenses, her natural brown, almost black eyes are quite the rare sight. Makeup is (almost) always a must, and while she never goes for anything heavy, she knows how to show herself in her best light; glossed plump lips, rosy cheeks and fluffy false lashes, she never skimps on details. Aside from her carefully made-up face, her outfit are meticulously put together, with a predilection for soft shades of pink and blue, as well as white, going for a cute yet mature style of clothing.
BACKGROUND: One day, she'll ask him why he always kept his office so cold.
After a brief glance at the clock, it's faint but steady ticking distracting her for a second, her gaze slowly wandered back to the person facing her. Dr. Minase was a distant yet warm man in his fifties, and her current therapist. She had seen many of them in the last few years, and he was, surprisingly, the only one she felt could perhaps understand her.
« So. How was your week? Any incidents you'd like for us to go over? »
She pursed her lips briefly as he spoke, eyebrows slightly raised as she pondered over what she should tell him. There was time when she would tell him what she thought he wanted to hear, only wishing to get this over with as soon as possible. Today, however, seemed to be an honest kind of day. « It was fine. » And it was, for the most part, true. A week like every other, her everyday life as mundane as it gets.
He didn't have to say anything for her to understand that he was expecting more than a few vague words and a half-hearted smile. « Nothing actually bad happened, really. » Oh, she couldn't help herself, always running away from her feelings, hoping that maybe they'll stop running after her one day. « I mean, it didn't happen. » Her quirk. Mariko always tried to find a way to not directly mention it, skirting around the issue without ever acknowledging it. « Two days ago, I went to get my nails done. It was the cutest manicure I ever had, and longer than what I usually go for. Everything was fine— » For a brief moment, her fingers stopped playing with the hem of her skirt, her gaze drifting away from his face. « When I went back home after my shift, I suppose I got careless— I was tired. » The tone of her voice had slightly shifted, suddenly a bit distant.
Gone was her usual blasé attitude, that nonchalant facade she had built for herself when it came to her abilities. Getting rid of her bad habits was, unfortunately, way harder than first expected, and all the more frustrating. Some days it felt like she was taking one step forwards and two steps back, self-doubt just around the corner of her anxious mind. « I scratched myself, but I don't think I drew blood. I'm not sure. It's a bit hazy. » For anyone who wasn't aware of what her quirk entailed, it would have seemed to be nothing more than the trivial worries of a shallow girl. « After that, I started panicking. » Gaze cast down, she let out a shaky breath, mentally trying to distance herself from those uncomfortable memories, without much success. It was a feeling she knew all too well : that uncomfortable tightness of the throat, her breath shallowing with every passing minutes as the weight on her chest grew heavier. « Well, you know how it goes. I cut them all off and spent half the night making sure everything was alright. I passed out around three in the morning, and that's it. » Pretty pathetic, huh?
« And how do you feel now? »
The inquiry was met with a shrug, Mariko biting her lip as she tried to regain some form of composure. « Alright, I guess. I mean, I kinda have to, anyway. » Truth be told, she wasn't one to vent easily, not even to a professional like him. For a moment, she had considered joking about the absurdity of the situation as a way to hide her embarrassment and change subject, before relenting, knowing full well he would see through it. « I don't feel worse per se, it's just frustrating. You think you're fine, and then something stupid happens and you're back to square one. » With a sigh, she sat straight up, hands now resting on her lap. There was no way she would allow herself to wallow in self-pity like that. A sudden change of attitude that didn't escape the doctor's notice, a faint smile creeping up on his face.
« It seems to me you're doing just fine. Relapses happen sometimes, don't dwell too much on it. » She watched him write down some notes, wondering if sometimes he wasn't just pretending for the sake of professionalism. « What about your family and friends? I reckon we haven't touched those subject much in our recent appointments. »
Friends and family. To put it simply, she didn't have many of the former, as for the latter, she hadn't been able to visit them in almost three years, much to her dismay. « Mom called the other day. I think she needed someone to listen to her. She's been arguing a lot with her brothers recently, about their mother— Grandma is getting old and they're all a bit overwhelmed. Being bad at dealing with feelings runs in the family. » Unlike her previously tense expression, there was now much more softness to her features, a gentle smile resting at the curve of her lips. « Kouta doesn't want me around too much, he doesn't want to be embarrassed by his big sister, you know. Teenagers. » Kouta was her youngest brother, a soon to be hero — in a few years. A good kid who, unlike herself, had inherited of a much more manageable quirk.
« You've made good progress with them, haven't you. If I remember right, your relationship used to be quite strained, not so long ago. »
A brief nod of her head seemed to be a satisfying answer as he looked down once more at his notebook, giving her some time to think. He wanted to hear about her friends, and the young woman was unsure about how she was supposed to answer. « There's nothing much to be said on the friends front, I'm afraid. I met new people, though. I bumped into an old schoolmate and her friends. She invited met for drinks and karaoke, like we used to do. It was fun. » Being approachable and sociable was, by far, the easiest part of meeting people for her. In spite of her deep-seated issues, Mariko turned out to be quite charismatic and friendly, usually meshing well with any kind of people — as long as the relationship stayed on a shallow level. Truth be told, she liked being around people, talking but more often than not, listening.
« Are you planning on seeing them again? »
« Ah— » He knew what she was going to say. « I don't think so. They were really nice, but— » She stared wistfully at the wall, licking her lips whilst trying to come up with a satisfying answer. « I don't really know why. I won't complain though, I always end up meeting new people. » She smiled, genuinely so. « Like that guy ; he's a regular of the konbini I work at. He's so annoying, you have no idea. I wish I was tall enough to wipe that damn smirk of his stupid face, I— » Meeting her therapist's gaze made her stop dead in her tracks, letting out an embarrassed laugh. « Too much? You know me, I'm not actually violent— » Eh, debatable but beside the point. « Still, I don't mind not seeing people again, most of the time. There's so many I have yet to meet, and I don't feel the need to force those I already did to stay relevant to my life, that's all. » Maybe it wasn't ideal, and then again, maybe she would end up changing her mind one day.
« I see. » The man removed his thick-rimmed glasses, looking intently at her. « Do you think you're happy? »
She had a steady job, a comfortable living situation and a few hobbies. « It's good as it gets, I'd say. » Being happy was never among her priorities, anyway.
OOC : I'm unsure about the quirk factor, and would like some pointers on the matter, since I'm not really sure it fits with what I've described.