Post by Umeko Tatsumi on Mar 30, 2020 1:53:30 GMT -4
UMEKO TATSUMI
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: Smoke
Player Name: Vega
Faceclaim/Series: Aohitsugi Samatoki Hypnosis Mic
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Hero (First Year Student)
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 78kg
Hair/Style: Slightly messy, white
Skin/Scars: Pale skin, a few burn scars on his palms, wrists, and calves from quirk usage
Eyes: Kind of intense, red eyes
Notables: Vision damage from improper quirk usage
Player Name: Vega
Faceclaim/Series: Aohitsugi Samatoki Hypnosis Mic
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Hero (First Year Student)
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 78kg
Hair/Style: Slightly messy, white
Skin/Scars: Pale skin, a few burn scars on his palms, wrists, and calves from quirk usage
Eyes: Kind of intense, red eyes
Notables: Vision damage from improper quirk usage
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
umeko is a man of tall stature, lean with a bit of muscle thanks to his excessive combat training. he has messy white hair that reaches past his ears, and he usually keeps it up in a small ponytail to keep from sweating when working with his quirk. his eyes are almost narrowed, squinting as if he's trying to read something up close. he refuses to wear glasses or get contacts. permanent dark-circles compliment red eyes that look very intimidating until he starts talking, but he makes up for it with his chronic RBF. he tends to wear loose-fitting casual black clothes whenever he's not forced to wear his school uniform, and can almost always be seen with a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
on days when the stars align, umeko has a strange obsession with making himself look nice, and will indulge himself in the fashion. he has a secret collection of such clothes for those times. and this is perhaps the only time you will ever see him wearing a suit and tie.
POSITIVE
✔ selfless, courageous, considerate
NEGATIVE
✖ aggressive, blunt, impulsive
LIKES
✔ cup ramen, stormy weather, sports
DISLIKES
✖ sweet flavors, photos of himself, other braggarts
Personality:
the ability to think ahead is a necessary skill to have when you're a hero, especially one training to be a pro. it's... definitely not a surprise that umeko lacks the ability to plan and map his next actions, whether it's in battle, in exams, or writing his grocery list. he is impulse born in human form, and he manages to get by on it by being arrogant and point-blank.
a 'punch first, ask questions later' kinda guy. it is basically second nature for his to jump headfirst into anything swinging. verbally or physically. it's not that he doesn't have manners... it's just, well. he doesn't have any manners. eloquence is lost on this boy. nine out of ten times, he'll yell in your face even for a normal greeting.
you do need a bit of bravery to be as intense as umeko, and he certainly has a lot of it. but his bravery comes to a screeching halt whenever he is face to face with a crowd of people. even when he's in the crowd, his brain starts to malfunction. as soon as it activates he is prone to extreme nausea. he prefers to avoid this by running away from the problem if possible. but, he is able to put this aside if his fight or flight response kicks in, and it does about 40% of the time.
he may seem harsh and blunt, but he considers himself to be quite friendly and welcoming. it's always nice to do your best to make people feel safe around you. unfortunately, while he tries to be gentle, it's lost on his having an intimidating aura. but, given the change he will probably donate his entire life savings to a friend so they could get lunch. just a biiit chivalrous. in his mind, at least.
truthfully, he doesn't consider himself to be very smart. he enjoys playing the role of "big dumb idiot jock" except much smaller and lean. and he will definitely yell "i care about your feelings and cherish your friendship, jerk" at you.
umeko is a man of tall stature, lean with a bit of muscle thanks to his excessive combat training. he has messy white hair that reaches past his ears, and he usually keeps it up in a small ponytail to keep from sweating when working with his quirk. his eyes are almost narrowed, squinting as if he's trying to read something up close. he refuses to wear glasses or get contacts. permanent dark-circles compliment red eyes that look very intimidating until he starts talking, but he makes up for it with his chronic RBF. he tends to wear loose-fitting casual black clothes whenever he's not forced to wear his school uniform, and can almost always be seen with a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
on days when the stars align, umeko has a strange obsession with making himself look nice, and will indulge himself in the fashion. he has a secret collection of such clothes for those times. and this is perhaps the only time you will ever see him wearing a suit and tie.
POSITIVE
✔ selfless, courageous, considerate
NEGATIVE
✖ aggressive, blunt, impulsive
LIKES
✔ cup ramen, stormy weather, sports
DISLIKES
✖ sweet flavors, photos of himself, other braggarts
Personality:
the ability to think ahead is a necessary skill to have when you're a hero, especially one training to be a pro. it's... definitely not a surprise that umeko lacks the ability to plan and map his next actions, whether it's in battle, in exams, or writing his grocery list. he is impulse born in human form, and he manages to get by on it by being arrogant and point-blank.
a 'punch first, ask questions later' kinda guy. it is basically second nature for his to jump headfirst into anything swinging. verbally or physically. it's not that he doesn't have manners... it's just, well. he doesn't have any manners. eloquence is lost on this boy. nine out of ten times, he'll yell in your face even for a normal greeting.
you do need a bit of bravery to be as intense as umeko, and he certainly has a lot of it. but his bravery comes to a screeching halt whenever he is face to face with a crowd of people. even when he's in the crowd, his brain starts to malfunction. as soon as it activates he is prone to extreme nausea. he prefers to avoid this by running away from the problem if possible. but, he is able to put this aside if his fight or flight response kicks in, and it does about 40% of the time.
he may seem harsh and blunt, but he considers himself to be quite friendly and welcoming. it's always nice to do your best to make people feel safe around you. unfortunately, while he tries to be gentle, it's lost on his having an intimidating aura. but, given the change he will probably donate his entire life savings to a friend so they could get lunch. just a biiit chivalrous. in his mind, at least.
truthfully, he doesn't consider himself to be very smart. he enjoys playing the role of "big dumb idiot jock" except much smaller and lean. and he will definitely yell "i care about your feelings and cherish your friendship, jerk" at you.
HISTORY
kazuo tatsumi married his long-term girlfriend aoi when they were both at the ripe old age of eighteen. they eloped, ran away from home, and abandoned their old lives to live in a harbor town. they weren't running away from anything in particular. in fact, they had relatively normal lives, but they wanted change. and change smells like the sea.
they lived uneventful lives, with kazuo working as a fisherman. well, it was uneventuful and perfectly normal, until aoi became a stay-at-home mom when he gave birth to their daughter umeko at the age of twenty-three. they were excited, of course, this was obviously their first child and although they had not prepared at all, they would welcome him with open arms. it caused a bit of turmoil, as aoi was convinced umeko would inherit her ash manipulation quirk, while kazuo was convinced he'd be able to breath underwater.
aoi was correct, like always. kazuo admitted his defeat. at age five, umeko manifested his quirk. as his mother and father watched as umeko was able to lift a small pile of ash just a few inches off the ground, they grew excited. perhaps he could use it to his advantage and do something his mother never did: become a hero.
that idea fizzled out fast. in just a span of four years, umeko went from a perfect little angel baby to a problem child. or, well, kazuo thought so. aoi still thought he could do no wrong. he was still unable to do anything other than lift little piles of ash off the ground, just one to two inches. but he was... a handful, personality wise. he had a tendency to bite. a lot.
the horrible temper tantrum continued at. at home, at school. umeko was around eight years old. when they decided it was time to send his to a disciplinary school. much to kazuo's dismay, this solved nothing. aoi was still convinced he was perfect. at this point, he was able to form small household objects. a baby spoon, a tiny plate. a toy car.
when umeko was ten, he found an outlet for his unbridled child fury, martial arts classes. he dabbled in a bunch, as many as he could get his father to find for him. kazuo was more than happy. if it meant he had an outlet, he'd suggest anything. aikido, hapkido, judo... none of them were satisfying. he eventually ended up developing his own style that he practiced his bedroom. umeko began to incorporate his power, and he would use the ash from his fireplace to create tiny weapons. his favorite was just a mini-whip, which would be more comparable to a piece of yarn, probably 10 inches in length. he would run around swinging it everywhere. it would turn into a cloud of dust upon contact with anything, so it caused no harm.
he grew interested in the idea of saving and helping people when he turned twelve. it was here where he first decided that he wanted to be just like the vigilantes. fighting bad guys, saving lives. it sounded cool. and umeko liked cool. he even prepared a speech about them for his classes show and tell. when he stood at the front of the class, he could barely open his mouth to speak. all that came out was unintelligible squeaks. it took him less than five seconds to throw up in front of the entire class. he was petrified. they laughed, and were also kinda grossed out.
umeko went home, extremely embarrassed. being young and emotional, he swore off public speaking ever since, and has since developed even greater fears. in his embarrassment, he decided to hang back from the crowd, opting to stay home whenever he could. obviously they'd still remember his incident five years from now, so he should make himself forgettable and basically a shadow, right? right.
while kazuo and aoi urged him to join an afterschool club or play some kind of sport, umeko started taking mma classes at the age of thirteen. he was the youngest one there, and found himself at an advantage. he had developed a habit of carrying tiny bags of ash on his person at all times, just in case. it served no purpose until he started this class. from time to time, he'd use it to trip his opponents, creating small tendrils that could only go out about one foot. he had to think fast, of course, or else he'd get flipped himself. much to the chagrin of his trainers, this was quirk-free class to keep it fair for all.
he tended to overwork himself, and would ignore the instructions from his parents to use protective gear. when he wasn't in class and unable to use hos quirk, he would practice the same moves at home with his quirk.
this became his escape. at home, he was able to incorporate his quirk into his techniques. at age fourteen, he had managed to create an item that was about 10 inches in length. an incredible feat, he thought. anytime he wasn't at home, he was practicing his quirk. it took a couple of lengths for him to get the tendril to go to two feet.
practicing so much caused his schoolwork to gradually decline, which was no issue for him. although, he found it extremely hard for him to cram before he enrolled, and ran into a bit of a mental block that pushed him into overdrive, causing him to work even harder than before. it was harder than he thought, but his ability to improvise seemed to work. and he was in.
now all he had to do was stay in.
they lived uneventful lives, with kazuo working as a fisherman. well, it was uneventuful and perfectly normal, until aoi became a stay-at-home mom when he gave birth to their daughter umeko at the age of twenty-three. they were excited, of course, this was obviously their first child and although they had not prepared at all, they would welcome him with open arms. it caused a bit of turmoil, as aoi was convinced umeko would inherit her ash manipulation quirk, while kazuo was convinced he'd be able to breath underwater.
aoi was correct, like always. kazuo admitted his defeat. at age five, umeko manifested his quirk. as his mother and father watched as umeko was able to lift a small pile of ash just a few inches off the ground, they grew excited. perhaps he could use it to his advantage and do something his mother never did: become a hero.
that idea fizzled out fast. in just a span of four years, umeko went from a perfect little angel baby to a problem child. or, well, kazuo thought so. aoi still thought he could do no wrong. he was still unable to do anything other than lift little piles of ash off the ground, just one to two inches. but he was... a handful, personality wise. he had a tendency to bite. a lot.
the horrible temper tantrum continued at. at home, at school. umeko was around eight years old. when they decided it was time to send his to a disciplinary school. much to kazuo's dismay, this solved nothing. aoi was still convinced he was perfect. at this point, he was able to form small household objects. a baby spoon, a tiny plate. a toy car.
when umeko was ten, he found an outlet for his unbridled child fury, martial arts classes. he dabbled in a bunch, as many as he could get his father to find for him. kazuo was more than happy. if it meant he had an outlet, he'd suggest anything. aikido, hapkido, judo... none of them were satisfying. he eventually ended up developing his own style that he practiced his bedroom. umeko began to incorporate his power, and he would use the ash from his fireplace to create tiny weapons. his favorite was just a mini-whip, which would be more comparable to a piece of yarn, probably 10 inches in length. he would run around swinging it everywhere. it would turn into a cloud of dust upon contact with anything, so it caused no harm.
he grew interested in the idea of saving and helping people when he turned twelve. it was here where he first decided that he wanted to be just like the vigilantes. fighting bad guys, saving lives. it sounded cool. and umeko liked cool. he even prepared a speech about them for his classes show and tell. when he stood at the front of the class, he could barely open his mouth to speak. all that came out was unintelligible squeaks. it took him less than five seconds to throw up in front of the entire class. he was petrified. they laughed, and were also kinda grossed out.
umeko went home, extremely embarrassed. being young and emotional, he swore off public speaking ever since, and has since developed even greater fears. in his embarrassment, he decided to hang back from the crowd, opting to stay home whenever he could. obviously they'd still remember his incident five years from now, so he should make himself forgettable and basically a shadow, right? right.
while kazuo and aoi urged him to join an afterschool club or play some kind of sport, umeko started taking mma classes at the age of thirteen. he was the youngest one there, and found himself at an advantage. he had developed a habit of carrying tiny bags of ash on his person at all times, just in case. it served no purpose until he started this class. from time to time, he'd use it to trip his opponents, creating small tendrils that could only go out about one foot. he had to think fast, of course, or else he'd get flipped himself. much to the chagrin of his trainers, this was quirk-free class to keep it fair for all.
he tended to overwork himself, and would ignore the instructions from his parents to use protective gear. when he wasn't in class and unable to use hos quirk, he would practice the same moves at home with his quirk.
this became his escape. at home, he was able to incorporate his quirk into his techniques. at age fourteen, he had managed to create an item that was about 10 inches in length. an incredible feat, he thought. anytime he wasn't at home, he was practicing his quirk. it took a couple of lengths for him to get the tendril to go to two feet.
practicing so much caused his schoolwork to gradually decline, which was no issue for him. although, he found it extremely hard for him to cram before he enrolled, and ran into a bit of a mental block that pushed him into overdrive, causing him to work even harder than before. it was harder than he thought, but his ability to improvise seemed to work. and he was in.
now all he had to do was stay in.
