Post by Poemu Akechi on May 1, 2020 0:59:31 GMT -4
POEMU AKECHI
保笑 明智
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero Alias: Database
Player Name: Sporky
Faceclaim/Series: MDR / Girls Frontline
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Student (Support)
Height: 156cm
Weight: 55kg
Hair/Style: Dark platinum with a dyed pink streak.
Skin/Scars: Very fair skin, no notable scars or blemishes.
Eyes: Hetero-chromatic; left eye is a light blue, right is a pink prosthetic.
Notables: Fingertips appear to be flashdrives - though she usually uses prosthetic fingertips to appear normal.
Player Name: Sporky
Faceclaim/Series: MDR / Girls Frontline
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Student (Support)
Height: 156cm
Weight: 55kg
Hair/Style: Dark platinum with a dyed pink streak.
Skin/Scars: Very fair skin, no notable scars or blemishes.
Eyes: Hetero-chromatic; left eye is a light blue, right is a pink prosthetic.
Notables: Fingertips appear to be flashdrives - though she usually uses prosthetic fingertips to appear normal.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Poemu has, against her own will, always stood out somewhat.
Her hair is long, dark and platinum. She usually doesn't do much to handle it, aside from occasionally tying up a tail or bun just to keep to control a little. There's also a pink streak, dyed before the start of her high school debut. Her eyes are technically blue, though her right is a prosthetic with a pink iris, a glass eye where a real one has never sat.
Poemu doesn't have the most athletic of builds, a result of her somewhat sedentary lifestyle. Her time inside has also left her with somewhat fair skin, unblemished by scars and the like.
Of course, one can't really talk about Poemu's appearance without mentioning her fingers. Although she still possesses the joints, Poemu does not have fingertips. Instead, at the end of each finger, she has what appear to be flash drives protruding from stumps just after the joint. Though, she usually covers this with prosthetics that slot over her flash drives.
When it comes to clothing, Poemu prefers comfort above all else. She usually wears bulky and warm clothing, rarely putting too much thought into it so long as she likes it.
POSITIVE
✔ Intelligent
✔ Witty
✔ Playful
✔ Excitable
✔ Curious
NEGATIVE
✖ Lazy
✖ Insecure
✖ Socially Inexperienced
✖ Overly Sarcastic
✖ Jealous
LIKES
✔ Programming
✔ Gaming
✔ Message Boards
✔ City Pop
✔ Cup Noodles
DISLIKES
✖ Programming
✖ Deadlines
✖ Loneliness
✖ Optimism
✖ Sweet Foods
Personality:
Poemu is, like many teenagers going through the weirdness of adolescence, a bit complicated.
How she acts can change drastically depending on the context she's in. If she's communicating online or through other mediums, Poemu is a rather active individual. She's witty and jokey, often quick to try and make humor of any given situation, often with a decidedly sarcastic tone. Her dryness and dislike for saccharine optimism can shine through, despite her otherwise playful nature in such interactions.
When it comes to interacting face-to-face, however, there's many more factors at play. Poemu tends to act quite differently depending on how comfortable she is with someone. If comfortable with them, she might take on her usual snappy, clever and excitable role, eager to jump into long-winded conversations at a moment's notice. That being said, this is usually at the expense of proper social awareness, given her own lack of experience. If she's first meeting someone, how she ends up acting usually relies on how they react to this nature of hers. Around people she's uncomfortable with, Poemu tends to withdraw into herself, overwhelmed by the loneliness of unwelcome company.
That 'loneliness' is what underpins a lot of Poemu's behavior. She is deeply lonely, shackled by feelings of otherness from those around her. Trapped within herself, this deep fear of being alone jeopardizes many of her relationships, and in a paradoxical manner, causes her to hesitate and prevents her from becoming truly close to people. Even when showing affection, her hesitation and jealousy of others bubble within, fear and uncertainty shining through.
Yet, when she does feel truly comfortable, truly at home and welcomed, one might find that Poemu is abounding with curiosity an wit, a deep interest in the world around her. A bit lazy at times, but otherwise determined to strike forth.
It is only a matter of escaping being trapped within her own self.
Poemu has, against her own will, always stood out somewhat.
Her hair is long, dark and platinum. She usually doesn't do much to handle it, aside from occasionally tying up a tail or bun just to keep to control a little. There's also a pink streak, dyed before the start of her high school debut. Her eyes are technically blue, though her right is a prosthetic with a pink iris, a glass eye where a real one has never sat.
Poemu doesn't have the most athletic of builds, a result of her somewhat sedentary lifestyle. Her time inside has also left her with somewhat fair skin, unblemished by scars and the like.
Of course, one can't really talk about Poemu's appearance without mentioning her fingers. Although she still possesses the joints, Poemu does not have fingertips. Instead, at the end of each finger, she has what appear to be flash drives protruding from stumps just after the joint. Though, she usually covers this with prosthetics that slot over her flash drives.
When it comes to clothing, Poemu prefers comfort above all else. She usually wears bulky and warm clothing, rarely putting too much thought into it so long as she likes it.
POSITIVE
✔ Intelligent
✔ Witty
✔ Playful
✔ Excitable
✔ Curious
NEGATIVE
✖ Lazy
✖ Insecure
✖ Socially Inexperienced
✖ Overly Sarcastic
✖ Jealous
LIKES
✔ Programming
✔ Gaming
✔ Message Boards
✔ City Pop
✔ Cup Noodles
DISLIKES
✖ Programming
✖ Deadlines
✖ Loneliness
✖ Optimism
✖ Sweet Foods
Personality:
Poemu is, like many teenagers going through the weirdness of adolescence, a bit complicated.
How she acts can change drastically depending on the context she's in. If she's communicating online or through other mediums, Poemu is a rather active individual. She's witty and jokey, often quick to try and make humor of any given situation, often with a decidedly sarcastic tone. Her dryness and dislike for saccharine optimism can shine through, despite her otherwise playful nature in such interactions.
When it comes to interacting face-to-face, however, there's many more factors at play. Poemu tends to act quite differently depending on how comfortable she is with someone. If comfortable with them, she might take on her usual snappy, clever and excitable role, eager to jump into long-winded conversations at a moment's notice. That being said, this is usually at the expense of proper social awareness, given her own lack of experience. If she's first meeting someone, how she ends up acting usually relies on how they react to this nature of hers. Around people she's uncomfortable with, Poemu tends to withdraw into herself, overwhelmed by the loneliness of unwelcome company.
That 'loneliness' is what underpins a lot of Poemu's behavior. She is deeply lonely, shackled by feelings of otherness from those around her. Trapped within herself, this deep fear of being alone jeopardizes many of her relationships, and in a paradoxical manner, causes her to hesitate and prevents her from becoming truly close to people. Even when showing affection, her hesitation and jealousy of others bubble within, fear and uncertainty shining through.
Yet, when she does feel truly comfortable, truly at home and welcomed, one might find that Poemu is abounding with curiosity an wit, a deep interest in the world around her. A bit lazy at times, but otherwise determined to strike forth.
It is only a matter of escaping being trapped within her own self.
HISTORY
The event of Poemu's birth was complicated, to say the least.
Although she was born to a relatively happy family, including an older sister and two loving parents, her development was complicated by the effects of her Quirk before birth. An otherwise healthy baby, Poemu was born without fingertips - odd metal protrusions from the stumps just past her joint. Additionally, the growth of her Quirk lead to a lack of blood flow to her right eye, causing it to degenerate mid-growth. A few months after her birth, it had to be removed for her safety. She was used a glass eye in its place ever since.
Despite this wild and stressful time for her family, Poemu would otherwise not have other health complications in her early childhood. Her parents quickly discovered she was Quirked, of course, and initially reeled at the implications of such a thing... But, they were good people. They, like any parent, let their love for their child come first.
Though, that was easier said than done.
Poemu grew up without much trouble, despite her hindrances. At least, from a physical standpoint. Mentally, Poemu has felt 'different' for as long as she can remember. Even in her earliest schooling days, by which point she'd started to become more aware of her Quirk, Poemu felt decidedly out of place. She was weird to them, the girl with the glass eye and fake fingertips. It was a simple as that.
Her Quirk continued to develop in her formative years, metal protrusions forming into the flash drives they are now. Poemu began experimenting with her Quirk quickly, and its reliance on technology quickly had her hanging around computers and the like. That, and the fact that already, Poemu was a rather lonely girl.
She can remember finding solace in a monitor for ages, a world where her abnormality mattered so much less. As she grew older, nearing the dawn of her adolescence, she became more and more active in online areas. Her dependence on such interactions grew, and this along with what few interactions she was fortunate to have played a big part in developing who she was today.
Of course, it was around this age that her 'difference' to others only began to become more and more meaningful. Children can be rather cruel, after all, and bullying became just another problem in Poemu's life. She learned how to restrain herself around those who she did not trust. She learned how to conceal her abnormality behind reservations and silence.
Poemu learned even more reasons to hate being so different, to hate her glass eye and metal fingertips. Yet, she was managing, somehow. With so many ways to escape, to run away, to laze about and forget, it was easy.
Until it wasn't.
Middle school was rough, but Poemu survived. She didn't leave her shell at all, but being able to at least have ways to ignore everything helped. Part of her was even looking forward to a high school debut, a chance to have another go. She dyed her hair to stand out, romanticizing the idea of embracing abnormality, maybe then things might even work out OK.
One night, before she'd even submitted her applications to different high schools, Poemu happened across something. One night, she overheard a phone call between her Mother and eldest sister. Her mother, intoxicated and crying, was talking about the Quirk tax. About how once again, Poemu was causing them such strife. As if the doctor's fees weren't enough. As if her under-performance in school, her inability to socialize, and the strife they got from family friends weren't enough.
Poemu didn't speak much for the few days after that.
Then, quietly, she spoke up, and announced that she planned to enroll in the Support Studies course at UA Academy. After all, she was Quirked, and had been excelling in her computer studies, so why not give it a try?
With the mundane life she'd led up until that point, it wasn't difficult for her to be accepted, and now begin her life among the abnormal peoples of U.A., where perhaps, she might finally fit in among them.
Although she was born to a relatively happy family, including an older sister and two loving parents, her development was complicated by the effects of her Quirk before birth. An otherwise healthy baby, Poemu was born without fingertips - odd metal protrusions from the stumps just past her joint. Additionally, the growth of her Quirk lead to a lack of blood flow to her right eye, causing it to degenerate mid-growth. A few months after her birth, it had to be removed for her safety. She was used a glass eye in its place ever since.
Despite this wild and stressful time for her family, Poemu would otherwise not have other health complications in her early childhood. Her parents quickly discovered she was Quirked, of course, and initially reeled at the implications of such a thing... But, they were good people. They, like any parent, let their love for their child come first.
Though, that was easier said than done.
Poemu grew up without much trouble, despite her hindrances. At least, from a physical standpoint. Mentally, Poemu has felt 'different' for as long as she can remember. Even in her earliest schooling days, by which point she'd started to become more aware of her Quirk, Poemu felt decidedly out of place. She was weird to them, the girl with the glass eye and fake fingertips. It was a simple as that.
Her Quirk continued to develop in her formative years, metal protrusions forming into the flash drives they are now. Poemu began experimenting with her Quirk quickly, and its reliance on technology quickly had her hanging around computers and the like. That, and the fact that already, Poemu was a rather lonely girl.
She can remember finding solace in a monitor for ages, a world where her abnormality mattered so much less. As she grew older, nearing the dawn of her adolescence, she became more and more active in online areas. Her dependence on such interactions grew, and this along with what few interactions she was fortunate to have played a big part in developing who she was today.
Of course, it was around this age that her 'difference' to others only began to become more and more meaningful. Children can be rather cruel, after all, and bullying became just another problem in Poemu's life. She learned how to restrain herself around those who she did not trust. She learned how to conceal her abnormality behind reservations and silence.
Poemu learned even more reasons to hate being so different, to hate her glass eye and metal fingertips. Yet, she was managing, somehow. With so many ways to escape, to run away, to laze about and forget, it was easy.
Until it wasn't.
Middle school was rough, but Poemu survived. She didn't leave her shell at all, but being able to at least have ways to ignore everything helped. Part of her was even looking forward to a high school debut, a chance to have another go. She dyed her hair to stand out, romanticizing the idea of embracing abnormality, maybe then things might even work out OK.
One night, before she'd even submitted her applications to different high schools, Poemu happened across something. One night, she overheard a phone call between her Mother and eldest sister. Her mother, intoxicated and crying, was talking about the Quirk tax. About how once again, Poemu was causing them such strife. As if the doctor's fees weren't enough. As if her under-performance in school, her inability to socialize, and the strife they got from family friends weren't enough.
Poemu didn't speak much for the few days after that.
Then, quietly, she spoke up, and announced that she planned to enroll in the Support Studies course at UA Academy. After all, she was Quirked, and had been excelling in her computer studies, so why not give it a try?
With the mundane life she'd led up until that point, it wasn't difficult for her to be accepted, and now begin her life among the abnormal peoples of U.A., where perhaps, she might finally fit in among them.
