Post by Bibiana Watame on May 12, 2021 15:10:14 GMT -4
Bibiana Watame (Yamazaki)
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: Fleece
Player Name: Boko
Faceclaim/Series: Tsunomaki Watame, VTuber
Age: 15 (October 30th)
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Hero, first year student at U.A
Height: 157 cm
Weight: 55 kg
Hair/Style: Very long, blonde hair, reaching down to her tights. Pale gold color has a soft, velvet sheen to it, locks curl gently at the ends, and neatly cut bangs frame the face. The hair is thick and to keep it in check, most of the time Bibiana wears it in a braid crown.
Skin/Scars: Light complexion with healthy, peachy-rose hue. Smooth skin is adorned with barely visible, thin, gentle fuzz on the back of her neck, around her wrists and ankles. It can grow to make soft fluffy rings around those body parts. On Bibi's right hip and right shoulder blade, there are freshly healed scars from shooting, ugly marks, both a few inches wide.
Eyes: Big, shiny round eyes framed with pretty, dark eyelashes. Irises got some noticeable traits of heterochromia - light purple color covers the main area, with spots on the lower sides of irises being pale pink.
Notables: Curvy, soft body type. Hard to miss a pair of small, dark, curved horns on top of Bibi's head. She also has a pair of fuzzy sheep ears that twitch every time she blinks. The lower back has a short, fluffy sheep tail, that wiggles unconsciously when she's excited - a thing she's usually abashed about.
Player Name: Boko
Faceclaim/Series: Tsunomaki Watame, VTuber
Age: 15 (October 30th)
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Hero, first year student at U.A
Height: 157 cm
Weight: 55 kg
Hair/Style: Very long, blonde hair, reaching down to her tights. Pale gold color has a soft, velvet sheen to it, locks curl gently at the ends, and neatly cut bangs frame the face. The hair is thick and to keep it in check, most of the time Bibiana wears it in a braid crown.
Skin/Scars: Light complexion with healthy, peachy-rose hue. Smooth skin is adorned with barely visible, thin, gentle fuzz on the back of her neck, around her wrists and ankles. It can grow to make soft fluffy rings around those body parts. On Bibi's right hip and right shoulder blade, there are freshly healed scars from shooting, ugly marks, both a few inches wide.
Eyes: Big, shiny round eyes framed with pretty, dark eyelashes. Irises got some noticeable traits of heterochromia - light purple color covers the main area, with spots on the lower sides of irises being pale pink.
Notables: Curvy, soft body type. Hard to miss a pair of small, dark, curved horns on top of Bibi's head. She also has a pair of fuzzy sheep ears that twitch every time she blinks. The lower back has a short, fluffy sheep tail, that wiggles unconsciously when she's excited - a thing she's usually abashed about.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Bibiana might not be the tallest person in the room, but she surely inherited her mother's beauty and feminine mannerism. There is grace in her movement, in careful facial expression, as if her every gesture is thoughtfully performed. She stands straight, her head high, her hands joined on her skirt. Well-raised little lady. She takes after her mother the loveliness, heart-shaped face, color of the eyes, and of course - good looks. In her case, the facial features are rather cuter than like in Eliana's case, strikingly beautiful, but surely got the same charm to them. The well-brushed, long hair, evenly cut nails, neat clothing - she cares about herself and her body, and it shows. Thick, pale gold locks of hair are usually braided into a crown or bun, Bibi likes to put some hair clips here and there on her bangs. Not a fan of jewelry, but she likes cute clothes and accessories.
Her figure isn't average - Bibi isn't thin, her body certainly got prominent, womanly features. Wide hips, round breasts, nice waistline... Well, maybe she got an inch too much of body here and there, but it just makes her look cuddly and healthy. Unfortunately, for an owner of a body that matured a bit too quickly and a bit too much, she got teased about it a lot. She's not the one to show off her skin, but because of that, she avoids clothing that would further emphasize her body type. And when it comes to her looks, she got sheep-like features from her father's genes. He got Ram mutation quirks, so of course, she got small horns, sheep ears, and tail as well.
POSITIVE
✔ Soft-spoken, elegant, monk-like patience, brave, determined
NEGATIVE
✖ Shy, anxious, aloof, avoiding relationships, excessivly polite
LIKES
✔ Cooking, knitting, long walks, animals, sinciere people
DISLIKES
✖ Violence, blood, insomnia, psychiatrists, people pointing out her curves
Personality:
Bibiana was always a calm, cheerful, soft-spoken young lady. There's a good sense of justice in her and lots of compassion, especially towards animals and little children. For a very long time she dreamed about being a doctor, but that thought lost its priority with time. She was taught to always be polite, even under pressure, and in a critical situation, she would dare not stain her tongue with such foul language... She shies away from strangers, not really feeling comfortable in the presence of people she does not know. Her behavior might be a bit old-fashioned, but her way of thinking isn't. Bibi got some sharp wit about her and is not easy to judge others by their covers if she doesn't know their story. As much as it takes, she understands that to get to know someone, an effort is needed first. She never really had any friends her age, she can come out as a little lonely and a bit socially awkward due to a lack of interactions with other teenagers. Yet, her polite and reserved demeanor should not be taken as a sign of weakness. Observant and brave, she would not stand still if something wrong is happening around her. She can boldly use sarcasm and can look down on somebody, who crossed the line of her patience.
Due to recent events, some things in her personality changed. Not too drastically too, it's not like Bibiana's character turned upside down overnight. She became aloof, lost in her thoughts. Her distant approach and anxiety keep her from showing too much of her emotions and from fully interacting with others. She comes out as a little cold, exalting and her politeness can be seen as snarkiness. Not really aware of it, she might cause some more misunderstanding even if she means well. Overall, she tries her best not to stand out, quietly reading at her desk. She is in need of a kind soul that would listen to her burdens, but desperate to get strong by herself, she would refuse any help. Stubborn sheep.
Bibiana might not be the tallest person in the room, but she surely inherited her mother's beauty and feminine mannerism. There is grace in her movement, in careful facial expression, as if her every gesture is thoughtfully performed. She stands straight, her head high, her hands joined on her skirt. Well-raised little lady. She takes after her mother the loveliness, heart-shaped face, color of the eyes, and of course - good looks. In her case, the facial features are rather cuter than like in Eliana's case, strikingly beautiful, but surely got the same charm to them. The well-brushed, long hair, evenly cut nails, neat clothing - she cares about herself and her body, and it shows. Thick, pale gold locks of hair are usually braided into a crown or bun, Bibi likes to put some hair clips here and there on her bangs. Not a fan of jewelry, but she likes cute clothes and accessories.
Her figure isn't average - Bibi isn't thin, her body certainly got prominent, womanly features. Wide hips, round breasts, nice waistline... Well, maybe she got an inch too much of body here and there, but it just makes her look cuddly and healthy. Unfortunately, for an owner of a body that matured a bit too quickly and a bit too much, she got teased about it a lot. She's not the one to show off her skin, but because of that, she avoids clothing that would further emphasize her body type. And when it comes to her looks, she got sheep-like features from her father's genes. He got Ram mutation quirks, so of course, she got small horns, sheep ears, and tail as well.
POSITIVE
✔ Soft-spoken, elegant, monk-like patience, brave, determined
NEGATIVE
✖ Shy, anxious, aloof, avoiding relationships, excessivly polite
LIKES
✔ Cooking, knitting, long walks, animals, sinciere people
DISLIKES
✖ Violence, blood, insomnia, psychiatrists, people pointing out her curves
Personality:
Bibiana was always a calm, cheerful, soft-spoken young lady. There's a good sense of justice in her and lots of compassion, especially towards animals and little children. For a very long time she dreamed about being a doctor, but that thought lost its priority with time. She was taught to always be polite, even under pressure, and in a critical situation, she would dare not stain her tongue with such foul language... She shies away from strangers, not really feeling comfortable in the presence of people she does not know. Her behavior might be a bit old-fashioned, but her way of thinking isn't. Bibi got some sharp wit about her and is not easy to judge others by their covers if she doesn't know their story. As much as it takes, she understands that to get to know someone, an effort is needed first. She never really had any friends her age, she can come out as a little lonely and a bit socially awkward due to a lack of interactions with other teenagers. Yet, her polite and reserved demeanor should not be taken as a sign of weakness. Observant and brave, she would not stand still if something wrong is happening around her. She can boldly use sarcasm and can look down on somebody, who crossed the line of her patience.
Due to recent events, some things in her personality changed. Not too drastically too, it's not like Bibiana's character turned upside down overnight. She became aloof, lost in her thoughts. Her distant approach and anxiety keep her from showing too much of her emotions and from fully interacting with others. She comes out as a little cold, exalting and her politeness can be seen as snarkiness. Not really aware of it, she might cause some more misunderstanding even if she means well. Overall, she tries her best not to stand out, quietly reading at her desk. She is in need of a kind soul that would listen to her burdens, but desperate to get strong by herself, she would refuse any help. Stubborn sheep.
HISTORY
No, she never wanted to be a Hero.
Bibiana has spent most of her life being pampered and spoiled by her parents. To be honest, her family was a bit unusual... Her mother, Eliana Falzarano, was an Italian ex model. Blonde, buxom, long-legged sex bomb. Famous for her looks and charms, she started her little brand of special fashion designs at a mere whim. She adjusted clothing to the tastes and shapes of any human or any quirk, gaining praise and fame around Europe. Her outfits could be personalized to even the most challenging personas, and she loved designing and tailoring clothes. Successful, supercilious, well-known... How did she, a beautiful, tall, and charismatic woman, fall in love with below-average-looking, short, and quirky Japanese gentlemen? Who knows. Her father, Masao Yamazaki was an owner of a private and flourishing business. In contrast, he was creating and writing computer operating programs, organizing databases, and investing in new technologies. Computer science genius. Some of his projects were even used in government or hero associations. To be honest, no one knows how their romance started or how they met, but the love there was a genuine, strong, and once-in-a-lifetime miracle.
Pretty soon they married and Eliana moved to Japan, moving in with her husband to a new mansion, and continuing to manage her business from a new country. It took her little time to realize that the sudden attention Masao gained from their marriage, wasn't a pleasant experience for him. He was a hard-working quiet man, who did not like the public eye and preferred keeping things to himself. Often scratching the base of his ram's horn, he wasn't feeling well about paparazzi and interview invitations, hesitantly looking out of the window at the crowd. Knowing that his wife, without a second thought, withdrew from the modeling world, seldom appearing at celebrations or galas. Her business was still successfully blooming, she just stopped attracting attention like she used to do - they say the marriage mellowed her down. Eliana was able to disappear from the stage for her dear husband, and when she became pregnant, for the good of the child, the couple decided to keep everything they could in private. And they did.
Gossipers knew that Eliana and Masao Yamazaki had a lovely daughter, but except for a few blurry photos in her first year of life, Bibiana was tabloid-free. She grew without the flashes of paparazzi or her face on the cover of fashion magazines. Mum never took her to fashion shows to brag about her little princess... She did it nevertheless while sending kisses to the camera and four years old Bibi, that stayed at home, was always excited to catch them and send mommy kisses back. Her father made sure she grew up without people poking nose in their family life, prioritizing her education. He never hired sitters to do things for her, instead, he made sure she was able to take care of herself. Cleaning, doing chores, cooking, grocery shopping, those kinds of things. Despite that, since her birth, Bibiana had everything she could wish for - books, toys, lots of cute clothes, private tutors, and home-schooling. Everything. They could afford it after all. They wanted to love and spoil her, but not to make the spoiled brat. The parents called her "their lovely princess" and Bibi grew up easily, worry-free in a loving family. Although Eliana wanted the girl to choose her path, she did not miss the opportunity, to make a fine lady out of her firstborn. She taught her manners, how to keep her head up while she speaks, the elegant way of walking, and overall the feminine aesthetics and charms. Thanks to her father, Bibi grew up modest, polite, knowing the value of hard work, never turning down an opportunity to learn something new.
She had a perfect life.
And then, after she was going back home with her mother, talking about the movie they just saw together at a local cinema, the car was hijacked. Just like that. The driver was pulled out and thrown on the side, the bodyguard sitting on the front seat was shot in the head before anyone could react. Bibiana screamed and frantically embraced her mother, who pulled her close, both pale and shaking. Two men got into the car. One was pointing a gun at the mother and daughter, while the second drove them to an abandoned factory on the city outskirts when three other criminals were waiting. They wanted money. Greed was a force to be reckoned with, true... Eliana and Bibiana were both tied with ropes to old pipes, while one of the abductors was calling Masao from the mother's phone. Ransom was about millions of dollars - the money from Eliana business, but mostly from the technology corporation of Yamazaki. They gave him an hour, otherwise, they'll kill his wife and daughter.
Bibiana wasn't scared - she was terrified. She never feared for her life like that. She was never so scared for someone's life like that too. The heart was struggling in the girl's chest like a frightened bird in a cage that was too small. Her mother was disputing with criminals, saying she could pay even more, if only they let her daughter go. One of the men laughed and hit her face with a stock of the firearm he was carrying. With horror, Bibiana saw how the light skin on her mother's cheek grew black and blue, how a line of blood draw itself from the corner of her lips down to the chin. They were on their knees on the dirty floor, full of dust and trash, pushed, kicked, tied up, and ridiculed. As the abductors were waiting, they did taunt them, telling them what they will do to both of them and how would they be killed if Masao won't transfer money on time. Eliana was terrified, but she hid that under the cold face of professionalism and sarcasm, while Bibiana was swallowing her tears, nearly hysterical from fear.
And did any hero come there..? To save them, of course? No. It was the police. As Bibi learned later, they were more important issues at that time, so no hero could be bothered to help two kidnapped ladies. A crew of armed policemen abruptly run into the old factory. Some fought with quirks, some with guns, but the facility was filling with confusion, screams, and sounds of gunshots. One man saved them, cutting the rope loose he freed and ordered them to run outside, where the police vehicles are stationed. Elina grabbed Bibi's hand and without looking back, they run.
Three shots.
There was a sharp pain in Bibi's right shoulder. The stain bloomed like an exotic flower, dying the shirt with red... Bibi gasped for air swaying on her legs, and as she was about to cry and wail, she felt her mother letting go of her hand. Like in slow motion, she saw her fall on the floor. The blood marked her head and lower back. Her pride, beautiful, silver locks were now dyed by blood, that lavishly poured out from the wound on her head. The dark point near the lower side of the spine was leaking, creating a small, red paddle around her. Bibiana was standing there, eyes open wide, face pale and dirty from dust and blood drops. Her mother was shivering, breathing hard, but she looked at her lovingly, begging her with a pained whisper to run, before her eyes closed.
Something broke in Bibiana at that moment.
It was like she blacked out for a moment. Time stopped, there was complete silence despite the surrounding turmoil. Each heartbeat was like a cold, icy needle pushed in her brain... And after a real-time second, she moved. Bibiana knew it was reckless, careless, dangerous, she did not want to do this - but she did it anyway. Her steps elegant and full of confidence, exactly like her mother taught her. No longer panic adorned her face, only blank, determined expression. There were pipes everywhere. She grabbed one of them and in a hysterical, filled with adrenaline, fear, and determination moment, she attacked. One of the abductors was still aiming at her. His attention shifted for a moment to the police officer, who broke into the facility through the window. He peeked in the direction of the noise, so he missed those few precious seconds. And Bibi jumped like a wildcat, hitting his wrists with a strong swing - he yelled, jumped back, but that was not enough to make him drop his gun. He raised the hand and fired - a force of another bullet piercing her hip was so strong... Yet she did not stop. The hot blood run down on her tight, but there was no pain. Bibi was too far gone in that state. She felt a quiet, determined desire - she wanted them to stop hurting her mother. Only that. Another swing from the pipe and suddenly, blood gushed through the air. The same man before her, who shot her mother, who shot her, was gasping in terror, hysterically holding his neck. The elongated, sharp end of the pipe was wet, red, and sticky... The man fell on the floor, bleeding out in seconds. His body twitched, eyes turned to glossy marbles looking blindly at the ceiling. The pipe fell out of her hand, Bibiana felt her legs giving in. Suddenly she was on her knees, grabbing her head with both hands - it hurt so much like it was about to split open. Everything that happened came to her with the same, horrible, heartbreaking intensity. She glanced at the body of her mother, as the emergency workers run to her aid. Some were rushing towards her, but it did not matter, because her vision grew dark. Bibiana screamed her heart out, as the tears were flowing down her face.
She woke up in the hospital a few days later, patched up, safe, in one piece. Her mother, thanks to some cruel miracle, survived, but due to injuries, she was in a coma. Brain and spinal cord damage were too severe - there was no chance for her ever waking up. And even if it was possible, more than half of her body would be paralyzed, not to mention the strains on her nervous system - it was most likely that her brain could stop functioning at any moment. Eliana did die in the abandoned factory, only her empty shell remained. Masao started looking worldwide for a Quirk that could heal her, but such specific injuries left little hope to hold on to. The happy family was no more.
Bibi was never accused of murder - they said it was self-defense, a hysterical strength reaction upon seeing her mother being shot. The rest of the abductors was arrested, judged, and sent to jail. Her father, to hide the pain and to somehow cope with the loss of his better half, drowned himself in work. He took over his late wife's business too - her state, the incident, and the trial were never made public. With no one to turn to, after being discharged from the hospital, Bibiana closed herself in her room, not leaving it for weeks. What happened messed up her head. She started to be anxious, worrying, constantly looking back, if anyone would follow her. There was this uneasy, lingering feeling, like someone, something is out there to get her. She hated the hopelessness she felt, and now it started to grow on her, eating away her energy and will to do anything. There were nights she thought she won't make it through because blood, shotguns, and shadow figures were dancing all around her nightmares. Panic attacks were something new. She was starting to fall apart.
Mostly to fix their now strained relationship, her father made Bibiana go to a psychiatrist daily, but she hated it. Couldn't stand the chitchat, the idle talk about a traumatic event like it's nothing. It felt like psychiatric was talking about the shooting, in the same manner, one would talk about dictionary terms. Bibi was fed up with it, she also had enough of the pills, but she knew she couldn't just throw the medication outside the window. Post-traumatic stress disorder, huh? Whose fault it was? Whose?! She wasn't able to answer that, but a quiet, determined idea sprouted in her soul. Heroes don't feel such hopelessness often. They can save people, they can help those in need... No, those who had no time to save her mother were not heroic in Bibi's eyes. She wanted to be one to reach out to those deemed unworthy of saving. Maybe it sounded too idealistic... Maybe Bibi just selfishly desired to get stronger, to get her confidence back, she wanted to be a hero for her own sake. To not fear the night, to not jump at sudden noises. Is that a reason worth disdain? Or praise? Right now it felt like the only necessity to gain her sanity back, was becoming a Hero.
Her quirk wasn't much of a big deal. She used it only to fill up the knitted plushies she made, but maybe, just maybe... With enough training and creative thinking, maybe there's just enough potential. With that thought, she rushed out of her room and called her father, asking to book the training room for her.
She's going to be a Hero!
It was Bibiana Watame that enrolled in the school - to avoid any confrontation or association with an incident from a few months ago, her father agreed to her decision only after changing her surname. The school staff is aware of that and approved of it, as a means of protecting Bibi's wellbeing. She's also obligated to see the school psychologist twice a week and to inform every teacher of the medication she's taking.
Bibiana has spent most of her life being pampered and spoiled by her parents. To be honest, her family was a bit unusual... Her mother, Eliana Falzarano, was an Italian ex model. Blonde, buxom, long-legged sex bomb. Famous for her looks and charms, she started her little brand of special fashion designs at a mere whim. She adjusted clothing to the tastes and shapes of any human or any quirk, gaining praise and fame around Europe. Her outfits could be personalized to even the most challenging personas, and she loved designing and tailoring clothes. Successful, supercilious, well-known... How did she, a beautiful, tall, and charismatic woman, fall in love with below-average-looking, short, and quirky Japanese gentlemen? Who knows. Her father, Masao Yamazaki was an owner of a private and flourishing business. In contrast, he was creating and writing computer operating programs, organizing databases, and investing in new technologies. Computer science genius. Some of his projects were even used in government or hero associations. To be honest, no one knows how their romance started or how they met, but the love there was a genuine, strong, and once-in-a-lifetime miracle.
Pretty soon they married and Eliana moved to Japan, moving in with her husband to a new mansion, and continuing to manage her business from a new country. It took her little time to realize that the sudden attention Masao gained from their marriage, wasn't a pleasant experience for him. He was a hard-working quiet man, who did not like the public eye and preferred keeping things to himself. Often scratching the base of his ram's horn, he wasn't feeling well about paparazzi and interview invitations, hesitantly looking out of the window at the crowd. Knowing that his wife, without a second thought, withdrew from the modeling world, seldom appearing at celebrations or galas. Her business was still successfully blooming, she just stopped attracting attention like she used to do - they say the marriage mellowed her down. Eliana was able to disappear from the stage for her dear husband, and when she became pregnant, for the good of the child, the couple decided to keep everything they could in private. And they did.
Gossipers knew that Eliana and Masao Yamazaki had a lovely daughter, but except for a few blurry photos in her first year of life, Bibiana was tabloid-free. She grew without the flashes of paparazzi or her face on the cover of fashion magazines. Mum never took her to fashion shows to brag about her little princess... She did it nevertheless while sending kisses to the camera and four years old Bibi, that stayed at home, was always excited to catch them and send mommy kisses back. Her father made sure she grew up without people poking nose in their family life, prioritizing her education. He never hired sitters to do things for her, instead, he made sure she was able to take care of herself. Cleaning, doing chores, cooking, grocery shopping, those kinds of things. Despite that, since her birth, Bibiana had everything she could wish for - books, toys, lots of cute clothes, private tutors, and home-schooling. Everything. They could afford it after all. They wanted to love and spoil her, but not to make the spoiled brat. The parents called her "their lovely princess" and Bibi grew up easily, worry-free in a loving family. Although Eliana wanted the girl to choose her path, she did not miss the opportunity, to make a fine lady out of her firstborn. She taught her manners, how to keep her head up while she speaks, the elegant way of walking, and overall the feminine aesthetics and charms. Thanks to her father, Bibi grew up modest, polite, knowing the value of hard work, never turning down an opportunity to learn something new.
She had a perfect life.
And then, after she was going back home with her mother, talking about the movie they just saw together at a local cinema, the car was hijacked. Just like that. The driver was pulled out and thrown on the side, the bodyguard sitting on the front seat was shot in the head before anyone could react. Bibiana screamed and frantically embraced her mother, who pulled her close, both pale and shaking. Two men got into the car. One was pointing a gun at the mother and daughter, while the second drove them to an abandoned factory on the city outskirts when three other criminals were waiting. They wanted money. Greed was a force to be reckoned with, true... Eliana and Bibiana were both tied with ropes to old pipes, while one of the abductors was calling Masao from the mother's phone. Ransom was about millions of dollars - the money from Eliana business, but mostly from the technology corporation of Yamazaki. They gave him an hour, otherwise, they'll kill his wife and daughter.
Bibiana wasn't scared - she was terrified. She never feared for her life like that. She was never so scared for someone's life like that too. The heart was struggling in the girl's chest like a frightened bird in a cage that was too small. Her mother was disputing with criminals, saying she could pay even more, if only they let her daughter go. One of the men laughed and hit her face with a stock of the firearm he was carrying. With horror, Bibiana saw how the light skin on her mother's cheek grew black and blue, how a line of blood draw itself from the corner of her lips down to the chin. They were on their knees on the dirty floor, full of dust and trash, pushed, kicked, tied up, and ridiculed. As the abductors were waiting, they did taunt them, telling them what they will do to both of them and how would they be killed if Masao won't transfer money on time. Eliana was terrified, but she hid that under the cold face of professionalism and sarcasm, while Bibiana was swallowing her tears, nearly hysterical from fear.
And did any hero come there..? To save them, of course? No. It was the police. As Bibi learned later, they were more important issues at that time, so no hero could be bothered to help two kidnapped ladies. A crew of armed policemen abruptly run into the old factory. Some fought with quirks, some with guns, but the facility was filling with confusion, screams, and sounds of gunshots. One man saved them, cutting the rope loose he freed and ordered them to run outside, where the police vehicles are stationed. Elina grabbed Bibi's hand and without looking back, they run.
Three shots.
There was a sharp pain in Bibi's right shoulder. The stain bloomed like an exotic flower, dying the shirt with red... Bibi gasped for air swaying on her legs, and as she was about to cry and wail, she felt her mother letting go of her hand. Like in slow motion, she saw her fall on the floor. The blood marked her head and lower back. Her pride, beautiful, silver locks were now dyed by blood, that lavishly poured out from the wound on her head. The dark point near the lower side of the spine was leaking, creating a small, red paddle around her. Bibiana was standing there, eyes open wide, face pale and dirty from dust and blood drops. Her mother was shivering, breathing hard, but she looked at her lovingly, begging her with a pained whisper to run, before her eyes closed.
Something broke in Bibiana at that moment.
It was like she blacked out for a moment. Time stopped, there was complete silence despite the surrounding turmoil. Each heartbeat was like a cold, icy needle pushed in her brain... And after a real-time second, she moved. Bibiana knew it was reckless, careless, dangerous, she did not want to do this - but she did it anyway. Her steps elegant and full of confidence, exactly like her mother taught her. No longer panic adorned her face, only blank, determined expression. There were pipes everywhere. She grabbed one of them and in a hysterical, filled with adrenaline, fear, and determination moment, she attacked. One of the abductors was still aiming at her. His attention shifted for a moment to the police officer, who broke into the facility through the window. He peeked in the direction of the noise, so he missed those few precious seconds. And Bibi jumped like a wildcat, hitting his wrists with a strong swing - he yelled, jumped back, but that was not enough to make him drop his gun. He raised the hand and fired - a force of another bullet piercing her hip was so strong... Yet she did not stop. The hot blood run down on her tight, but there was no pain. Bibi was too far gone in that state. She felt a quiet, determined desire - she wanted them to stop hurting her mother. Only that. Another swing from the pipe and suddenly, blood gushed through the air. The same man before her, who shot her mother, who shot her, was gasping in terror, hysterically holding his neck. The elongated, sharp end of the pipe was wet, red, and sticky... The man fell on the floor, bleeding out in seconds. His body twitched, eyes turned to glossy marbles looking blindly at the ceiling. The pipe fell out of her hand, Bibiana felt her legs giving in. Suddenly she was on her knees, grabbing her head with both hands - it hurt so much like it was about to split open. Everything that happened came to her with the same, horrible, heartbreaking intensity. She glanced at the body of her mother, as the emergency workers run to her aid. Some were rushing towards her, but it did not matter, because her vision grew dark. Bibiana screamed her heart out, as the tears were flowing down her face.
She woke up in the hospital a few days later, patched up, safe, in one piece. Her mother, thanks to some cruel miracle, survived, but due to injuries, she was in a coma. Brain and spinal cord damage were too severe - there was no chance for her ever waking up. And even if it was possible, more than half of her body would be paralyzed, not to mention the strains on her nervous system - it was most likely that her brain could stop functioning at any moment. Eliana did die in the abandoned factory, only her empty shell remained. Masao started looking worldwide for a Quirk that could heal her, but such specific injuries left little hope to hold on to. The happy family was no more.
Bibi was never accused of murder - they said it was self-defense, a hysterical strength reaction upon seeing her mother being shot. The rest of the abductors was arrested, judged, and sent to jail. Her father, to hide the pain and to somehow cope with the loss of his better half, drowned himself in work. He took over his late wife's business too - her state, the incident, and the trial were never made public. With no one to turn to, after being discharged from the hospital, Bibiana closed herself in her room, not leaving it for weeks. What happened messed up her head. She started to be anxious, worrying, constantly looking back, if anyone would follow her. There was this uneasy, lingering feeling, like someone, something is out there to get her. She hated the hopelessness she felt, and now it started to grow on her, eating away her energy and will to do anything. There were nights she thought she won't make it through because blood, shotguns, and shadow figures were dancing all around her nightmares. Panic attacks were something new. She was starting to fall apart.
Mostly to fix their now strained relationship, her father made Bibiana go to a psychiatrist daily, but she hated it. Couldn't stand the chitchat, the idle talk about a traumatic event like it's nothing. It felt like psychiatric was talking about the shooting, in the same manner, one would talk about dictionary terms. Bibi was fed up with it, she also had enough of the pills, but she knew she couldn't just throw the medication outside the window. Post-traumatic stress disorder, huh? Whose fault it was? Whose?! She wasn't able to answer that, but a quiet, determined idea sprouted in her soul. Heroes don't feel such hopelessness often. They can save people, they can help those in need... No, those who had no time to save her mother were not heroic in Bibi's eyes. She wanted to be one to reach out to those deemed unworthy of saving. Maybe it sounded too idealistic... Maybe Bibi just selfishly desired to get stronger, to get her confidence back, she wanted to be a hero for her own sake. To not fear the night, to not jump at sudden noises. Is that a reason worth disdain? Or praise? Right now it felt like the only necessity to gain her sanity back, was becoming a Hero.
Her quirk wasn't much of a big deal. She used it only to fill up the knitted plushies she made, but maybe, just maybe... With enough training and creative thinking, maybe there's just enough potential. With that thought, she rushed out of her room and called her father, asking to book the training room for her.
She's going to be a Hero!
It was Bibiana Watame that enrolled in the school - to avoid any confrontation or association with an incident from a few months ago, her father agreed to her decision only after changing her surname. The school staff is aware of that and approved of it, as a means of protecting Bibi's wellbeing. She's also obligated to see the school psychologist twice a week and to inform every teacher of the medication she's taking.
