Post by Ochita Sora on Apr 16, 2021 22:31:52 GMT -4
Ochita Sora
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: None yet
Player Name: Fate
Faceclaim/Series: Orthos/Merc Storia
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Citizen
Height: 1.7 m
Weight: 58 kg
Hair/Style: White hair covering his ears and hanging into his eyes. He doesn't really groom it all that much, leaving it in more of a wind-swept look.
Skin/Scars: Pale skin with a few scars covering his body; most notably down his back between his wings.
Eyes: Round blue eyes
Notables: His most noticeable feature are his wings, with an impressive 10ft wingspan.
Player Name: Fate
Faceclaim/Series: Orthos/Merc Storia
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Citizen
Height: 1.7 m
Weight: 58 kg
Hair/Style: White hair covering his ears and hanging into his eyes. He doesn't really groom it all that much, leaving it in more of a wind-swept look.
Skin/Scars: Pale skin with a few scars covering his body; most notably down his back between his wings.
Eyes: Round blue eyes
Notables: His most noticeable feature are his wings, with an impressive 10ft wingspan.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
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POSITIVE
✔ Adaptable
✔ Caring
✔ Compassionate
NEGATIVE
✖ Standoffish
✖ Distrusting
✖ Moody
LIKES
✔ Flying
✔ Being alone
✔ Open spaces
DISLIKES
✖ People touching his wings
✖ Tight spaces
✖
Personality:
Adaptable, caring, compassionate, loyal
Standoffish, distrusting, moody, defensive
claustrophobic
Want to get a little more specific with how your character looks? Here is where you describe them!
POSITIVE
✔ Adaptable
✔ Caring
✔ Compassionate
NEGATIVE
✖ Standoffish
✖ Distrusting
✖ Moody
LIKES
✔ Flying
✔ Being alone
✔ Open spaces
DISLIKES
✖ People touching his wings
✖ Tight spaces
✖
Personality:
Adaptable, caring, compassionate, loyal
Standoffish, distrusting, moody, defensive
claustrophobic
HISTORY
Ochita was born into a world that would soon grow to hate him. His mother, a young woman barely out of high school, conceived after a careless night of passion with her boyfriend. After revealing she was pregnant, the young man abandoned her, unable to handle being a father. The young woman was determined to carry this baby to term and raise it the best she could. However, that would all change after the child was born...with two bumpy appendages protruding from his back.
The young miss was horrified at the sight. Her child wasn't just a filthy Quirker; he was a mutant. The worst of his kind. The nameless child was left in a dumpster, where he would eventually be found and taken into the care of Saint Marta's where he was abused constantly. Horrible, horrible abuse at the hands of both the fellow orphans and the adults working there. Their favourite methods of torment were to target his wings; pulling him along by the fragile bones, other kids would tear out his feathers, yank them around until his feathers were red. He was given the name Ochita Sora, Fallen Sky, to further cement the point that he would be a caged bird.
One good thing that came from his time there was that they taught him to fly. Once his downy feathers were shed and his full flight feathers grew in, they dragged him up to the roof and pushed him off it. He would either fly or die, which he quickly figured out. His technique was sloppy, really only gliding down to the ground, but they kept pushing him. They were only teaching him to fly so they could use him, make him a delivery bird, but they were giving him a way to escape.
When he was 10, with the scars and mental illness as a sign to his abuse, he escaped. There was no big escape plan. They brought him up to the roof and something in him snapped. A brilliant golden light burst from him and Ochita made his escape - taking to the skies while the caretakers stumbled about, screaming and covering their eyes.
He didn't know where he was going. He just kept flying until that awful place was far behind him. He would eventually land in the outskirts of Tokyo, settling among the poor and downtrodden citizens. He lived hand to mouth in the attic of a partially-abandoned apartment complex, falling into a nocturnal routine to better stay out of sight from the quirkists roaming about. The district he was in was a lawless place, and he was woken up by fights and assaults more than a few times, listening to the sounds of a poor Quirker being attacked before drifting back to sleep. Another good thing about a nocturnal schedule was that he could practice flying at night and not have to worry about being spotted. His light manipulation was a bit harder to train due to how flashy it was, so it became more keeping it under control than anything else.
He would live in these conditions for four years until something on the news caught his eye, something that would change his life forever. Seeing a gang get taken down by a hero was nothing new, but then he saw her. A woman with bright, bubblegum hair and beautiful pink wings soaring above the action, fighting against the Night Howl gang. Ochita hadn't seen anyone more stunning in his life. There she was, a mutant just like him yet she was a hero. She rose above her standings and became a hero. Maybe...he could do the same. He just had to find her.
The young miss was horrified at the sight. Her child wasn't just a filthy Quirker; he was a mutant. The worst of his kind. The nameless child was left in a dumpster, where he would eventually be found and taken into the care of Saint Marta's where he was abused constantly. Horrible, horrible abuse at the hands of both the fellow orphans and the adults working there. Their favourite methods of torment were to target his wings; pulling him along by the fragile bones, other kids would tear out his feathers, yank them around until his feathers were red. He was given the name Ochita Sora, Fallen Sky, to further cement the point that he would be a caged bird.
One good thing that came from his time there was that they taught him to fly. Once his downy feathers were shed and his full flight feathers grew in, they dragged him up to the roof and pushed him off it. He would either fly or die, which he quickly figured out. His technique was sloppy, really only gliding down to the ground, but they kept pushing him. They were only teaching him to fly so they could use him, make him a delivery bird, but they were giving him a way to escape.
When he was 10, with the scars and mental illness as a sign to his abuse, he escaped. There was no big escape plan. They brought him up to the roof and something in him snapped. A brilliant golden light burst from him and Ochita made his escape - taking to the skies while the caretakers stumbled about, screaming and covering their eyes.
He didn't know where he was going. He just kept flying until that awful place was far behind him. He would eventually land in the outskirts of Tokyo, settling among the poor and downtrodden citizens. He lived hand to mouth in the attic of a partially-abandoned apartment complex, falling into a nocturnal routine to better stay out of sight from the quirkists roaming about. The district he was in was a lawless place, and he was woken up by fights and assaults more than a few times, listening to the sounds of a poor Quirker being attacked before drifting back to sleep. Another good thing about a nocturnal schedule was that he could practice flying at night and not have to worry about being spotted. His light manipulation was a bit harder to train due to how flashy it was, so it became more keeping it under control than anything else.
He would live in these conditions for four years until something on the news caught his eye, something that would change his life forever. Seeing a gang get taken down by a hero was nothing new, but then he saw her. A woman with bright, bubblegum hair and beautiful pink wings soaring above the action, fighting against the Night Howl gang. Ochita hadn't seen anyone more stunning in his life. There she was, a mutant just like him yet she was a hero. She rose above her standings and became a hero. Maybe...he could do the same. He just had to find her.
