Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2018 21:51:31 GMT -4
NORIKO WANIZUKA
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: Rexy
Player Name: Strider
Faceclaim/Series: Susie/Deltarune
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Hero
Height: 2 meters (and growing!), 2.2 from head to tail
Weight: 130kg
Hair/Style: Some shade between deep purple and brown, and can appear as either in the right lights; long and fairly unkempt.
Skin/Scars: Her skin color is a very obvious pink, with freckles dotted all across her body.
Eyes: Yellow, though they’re usually obscured by her long bangs
Notables: She has a very obvious, very crocodilian tail that trails behind her. She also often wears a set of headphones.
Player Name: Strider
Faceclaim/Series: Susie/Deltarune
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Hero
Height: 2 meters (and growing!), 2.2 from head to tail
Weight: 130kg
Hair/Style: Some shade between deep purple and brown, and can appear as either in the right lights; long and fairly unkempt.
Skin/Scars: Her skin color is a very obvious pink, with freckles dotted all across her body.
Eyes: Yellow, though they’re usually obscured by her long bangs
Notables: She has a very obvious, very crocodilian tail that trails behind her. She also often wears a set of headphones.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
It’s exceptionally easy to pick Noriko out from a crowd. All one must do is pick out the pink-skinned humanoid who towers over everyone around her like a pint-sized kaiju. And it’s not as though she can disguise herself; her mutation has caused her body to resemble some chimeric or long extinct reptile. She has a lizard-like snout that contains rows of sharp, vicious-looking teeth, intense yellow eyes that can reflect light better than any human can (though they’re usually covered by her long, messy hair), and freckles that dot her face. Her hands are the standard four-fingers-plus-thumb affair, but her nails are all naturally long and sharp, almost like claws. A long, compressed tail trails behind her. Though she doesn’t have scales per se, her skin is a notably thicker than a normal human’s and her muscles, denser; she is, put simply, built like a mountain. However, she generally hides her muscular figure whenever she can, wearing loose-fitting or baggy clothes when she’s out of uniform. However, she does have a punk-inspired outfit or two meant to show off her assets on the off chance that she’s feeling exceptionally brave.
In spite of her personality, Noriko has an exceptionally bad case of resting thug face due entirely to her Quirk. No one ever tried to sit her down and seriously teach her how to emote in a way that made her seem unintimidating –and she hasn’t yet succeeded in teaching herself— so any sort of expression that lines up with her image is a façade, misunderstanding, or simply how her face contorts: when she frowns or pouts it’s easy to misconstrue as a snarl or a mean-spirited scowl, when she tries a friendly smile can come off more like a fierce smirk or sharp grin, etc.
POSITIVE
✔ Kind-hearted
✔ Creative
✔ Thoughtful
✔ Loyal
✔ Hardworking
✔ Protective
NEGATIVE
✖ Shy
✖ Awkward
✖ Insecure
✖ Taciturn around others
✖ Self-deprecating
✖ Angry
LIKES
✔ Rock music (all types)
✔ Other mutation quirks
✔ Karaoke with her parents
✔ Helping others
✔ Cute things (especially dogs)
✔ Mary Shelley's Frankenstein
DISLIKES
✖ Intolerance
✖ Her smile
✖ Criminals
✖ Being ridiculed
✖ Standing out
✖ Her tail getting stepped on
Personality:
Noriko Wanizuka is living proof that someone’s appearance and someone’s personality aren’t necessarily congruent with each other. Just looking at her, one would assume that she’s a gruff, quick-tempered, intensely fierce woman whose life choices perhaps led her down the path of becoming a ne’er-do-well; that she’s the type of person who would lead other bands of delinquents with equally poor attitudes and bully other people out of their money or something of the like. Many people have, in fact, assumed just that.
She is not.
Noriko is, in actuality, a girl who’d make sugar taste like salt because she was so sweet. A gentle giant and certified Good Girl, she’s the kind of person who would carry bandages around just in case some kid happens to fall and scrape their knee. She is a fundamentally good person, who enjoys helping others and when push comes to shove couldn’t be a more loyal friend. Though, her patience is not unlimited. Take care not to be the cause of it running out. Meek doesn’t always mean weak, after all.
Years of bullying and discrimination for her appearance have caused her become awkward around and more than a bit insecure and anxious about herself. Therefore, she tends to keep to herself and is hesitant to try and make friends with new people, causing her to come off as aloof (which, granted, she is in the loosest sense of the word) or cold. Knowing full well what would happen if she retaliates, she buries herself in loud, usually angry music as an outlet for her feelings. One wouldn’t expect a wallflower to be a massive fan of rock music, but appearances can be deceiving, can’t they?
It’s exceptionally easy to pick Noriko out from a crowd. All one must do is pick out the pink-skinned humanoid who towers over everyone around her like a pint-sized kaiju. And it’s not as though she can disguise herself; her mutation has caused her body to resemble some chimeric or long extinct reptile. She has a lizard-like snout that contains rows of sharp, vicious-looking teeth, intense yellow eyes that can reflect light better than any human can (though they’re usually covered by her long, messy hair), and freckles that dot her face. Her hands are the standard four-fingers-plus-thumb affair, but her nails are all naturally long and sharp, almost like claws. A long, compressed tail trails behind her. Though she doesn’t have scales per se, her skin is a notably thicker than a normal human’s and her muscles, denser; she is, put simply, built like a mountain. However, she generally hides her muscular figure whenever she can, wearing loose-fitting or baggy clothes when she’s out of uniform. However, she does have a punk-inspired outfit or two meant to show off her assets on the off chance that she’s feeling exceptionally brave.
In spite of her personality, Noriko has an exceptionally bad case of resting thug face due entirely to her Quirk. No one ever tried to sit her down and seriously teach her how to emote in a way that made her seem unintimidating –and she hasn’t yet succeeded in teaching herself— so any sort of expression that lines up with her image is a façade, misunderstanding, or simply how her face contorts: when she frowns or pouts it’s easy to misconstrue as a snarl or a mean-spirited scowl, when she tries a friendly smile can come off more like a fierce smirk or sharp grin, etc.
POSITIVE
✔ Kind-hearted
✔ Creative
✔ Thoughtful
✔ Loyal
✔ Hardworking
✔ Protective
NEGATIVE
✖ Shy
✖ Awkward
✖ Insecure
✖ Taciturn around others
✖ Self-deprecating
✖ Angry
LIKES
✔ Rock music (all types)
✔ Other mutation quirks
✔ Karaoke with her parents
✔ Helping others
✔ Cute things (especially dogs)
✔ Mary Shelley's Frankenstein
DISLIKES
✖ Intolerance
✖ Her smile
✖ Criminals
✖ Being ridiculed
✖ Standing out
✖ Her tail getting stepped on
Personality:
Noriko Wanizuka is living proof that someone’s appearance and someone’s personality aren’t necessarily congruent with each other. Just looking at her, one would assume that she’s a gruff, quick-tempered, intensely fierce woman whose life choices perhaps led her down the path of becoming a ne’er-do-well; that she’s the type of person who would lead other bands of delinquents with equally poor attitudes and bully other people out of their money or something of the like. Many people have, in fact, assumed just that.
She is not.
Noriko is, in actuality, a girl who’d make sugar taste like salt because she was so sweet. A gentle giant and certified Good Girl, she’s the kind of person who would carry bandages around just in case some kid happens to fall and scrape their knee. She is a fundamentally good person, who enjoys helping others and when push comes to shove couldn’t be a more loyal friend. Though, her patience is not unlimited. Take care not to be the cause of it running out. Meek doesn’t always mean weak, after all.
Years of bullying and discrimination for her appearance have caused her become awkward around and more than a bit insecure and anxious about herself. Therefore, she tends to keep to herself and is hesitant to try and make friends with new people, causing her to come off as aloof (which, granted, she is in the loosest sense of the word) or cold. Knowing full well what would happen if she retaliates, she buries herself in loud, usually angry music as an outlet for her feelings. One wouldn’t expect a wallflower to be a massive fan of rock music, but appearances can be deceiving, can’t they?
HISTORY
Noriko started life just as most little children did: happy, and ignorant to the harsh realities of the world. Society is not kind to Quirkers in general, and that is especially true for those with Mutation-types, doubly so for ones as… obvious as Noriko’s. Her parents, a diligent salarywoman and a doting father who became stay-at-home to take care of her –both of whom were also Quirkers, though neither had as obvious physical differences as their daughter— did their best to shield her from the more bigoted sides of society for as long as they could. And they mostly succeeded, until Nori entered elementary school.
From there began a long campaign of physical and mental torment and ostracization by her peers, who mercilessly ridiculing her snout and her teeth and her tail and everything about her that was so blatantly different. She was a sweet girl, however, and tried to brush off the remarks and make friends regardless. She didn’t succeed, and often came home with tear tracks on her cheeks. “Why are they always so mean to me?” she often cried to her parents, who did their best to comfort her and assure her that there was nothing wrong with her. When she was eight she’d finally had enough and began to retaliate against her bullies. At first it was simply avoiding others, then it began to progress, until she was actually fighting back, and fighting back hard. Eventually she began to get in trouble and nearly earned herself a suspension. It was then that her father sat her down and taught her a valuable lesson. “You’re strong, Noriko,” he told her. “Very strong. You were born with gifts many people don’t have, and I bet some of them are jealous of you. People who are different… people like us, always get picked on. That’s just the way it is. But you have to be careful, or you’ll hurt people even when you don’t mean to. You have to use your fists for good; use them to defend others, not attack them. And then people will see how great you are.”
But that day never came. Instead, once puberty hit, she exploded upwards like a bean stalk. Her mere presence began to intimidate her classmates, causing more social isolation until eventually she got tired of them moving away from her and just stopped trying to make friends with them altogether. Though she still remained a decent and eager to help person, with no friends to talk to and slowly deciding that she didn’t want to burden her parents with her school problems anymore, it was quickly becoming apparent that she needed some sort of outlet for her negative emotions before they overwhelmed and consumed her.
It was fortunate, then, that she happened to stumble across her father’s old collection of rock music. The mostly-angry-but-sometimes-thoughtful-or-melancholy lyrics, combined with the driving, aggressive melodies harmonies resonated with her; suddenly she wasn’t so alone in her anger and sadness. Burying herself in the music, she found she was able to tolerate the bullying just a little bit more. Taking notice of her sudden interest, her father quickly capitalized on their newly-shared love and took her out one night to indulge in one of his favorite hobbies back when he was a working man: karaoke. As it turned out, being able to sing along to the tunes she’d listened to provided was the same level of catharsis, if not more. Soon, they were coming a few times a week, singing (or screaming) away their woes.
Meanwhile, she still tried to help others as best she could while keeping to herself (as oxymoronic as it sounded). With the words her father told her as a child ingrained deeply into her mind, she strove to use her Quirk to do good for others, even if they scorned her. It was a bit hard for a young woman of her age to know what to do, however, besides simply stepping into situations she just happened to come across in her everyday life. Even then, she wasn’t entirely sure how to use her gifts to their fullest potential.
Then, rumors that schools specially designed for Quirkers began to permeate the neighborhood. Intrigued and (cautiously) excited at the possibility of becoming a better bastion (now a potential occupation with the advent of Heroes), she dedicated to researching these new establishments as much as she could so that she might transfer to one when they opened.
From there began a long campaign of physical and mental torment and ostracization by her peers, who mercilessly ridiculing her snout and her teeth and her tail and everything about her that was so blatantly different. She was a sweet girl, however, and tried to brush off the remarks and make friends regardless. She didn’t succeed, and often came home with tear tracks on her cheeks. “Why are they always so mean to me?” she often cried to her parents, who did their best to comfort her and assure her that there was nothing wrong with her. When she was eight she’d finally had enough and began to retaliate against her bullies. At first it was simply avoiding others, then it began to progress, until she was actually fighting back, and fighting back hard. Eventually she began to get in trouble and nearly earned herself a suspension. It was then that her father sat her down and taught her a valuable lesson. “You’re strong, Noriko,” he told her. “Very strong. You were born with gifts many people don’t have, and I bet some of them are jealous of you. People who are different… people like us, always get picked on. That’s just the way it is. But you have to be careful, or you’ll hurt people even when you don’t mean to. You have to use your fists for good; use them to defend others, not attack them. And then people will see how great you are.”
But that day never came. Instead, once puberty hit, she exploded upwards like a bean stalk. Her mere presence began to intimidate her classmates, causing more social isolation until eventually she got tired of them moving away from her and just stopped trying to make friends with them altogether. Though she still remained a decent and eager to help person, with no friends to talk to and slowly deciding that she didn’t want to burden her parents with her school problems anymore, it was quickly becoming apparent that she needed some sort of outlet for her negative emotions before they overwhelmed and consumed her.
It was fortunate, then, that she happened to stumble across her father’s old collection of rock music. The mostly-angry-but-sometimes-thoughtful-or-melancholy lyrics, combined with the driving, aggressive melodies harmonies resonated with her; suddenly she wasn’t so alone in her anger and sadness. Burying herself in the music, she found she was able to tolerate the bullying just a little bit more. Taking notice of her sudden interest, her father quickly capitalized on their newly-shared love and took her out one night to indulge in one of his favorite hobbies back when he was a working man: karaoke. As it turned out, being able to sing along to the tunes she’d listened to provided was the same level of catharsis, if not more. Soon, they were coming a few times a week, singing (or screaming) away their woes.
Meanwhile, she still tried to help others as best she could while keeping to herself (as oxymoronic as it sounded). With the words her father told her as a child ingrained deeply into her mind, she strove to use her Quirk to do good for others, even if they scorned her. It was a bit hard for a young woman of her age to know what to do, however, besides simply stepping into situations she just happened to come across in her everyday life. Even then, she wasn’t entirely sure how to use her gifts to their fullest potential.
Then, rumors that schools specially designed for Quirkers began to permeate the neighborhood. Intrigued and (cautiously) excited at the possibility of becoming a better bastion (now a potential occupation with the advent of Heroes), she dedicated to researching these new establishments as much as she could so that she might transfer to one when they opened.
