Post by Kaguya on Jul 5, 2020 10:16:11 GMT -4
KAGUYA ADACHI
BASIC INFORMATION
Player Name: Mobutt.
Alias: Miss Midas.
Faceclaim/Series: Faceclaim from the artist Narglye.
Age: 15.
Gender: Female.
Height: 1.7 meters.
Affiliation: UA.
Weight: 65 kilograms.
Hair/Style: A reddish-brown, neutrally-toned ponytail. Very neat.
Skin/Scars: Light brown; slightly pale.
Eyes: A slightly darker shape of brown than her hair; somewhat pretty to look at. Glows a bright yellow when she uses her quirk.
Notables: Kinda cute.
Alias: Miss Midas.
Faceclaim/Series: Faceclaim from the artist Narglye.
Age: 15.
Gender: Female.
Height: 1.7 meters.
Affiliation: UA.
Weight: 65 kilograms.
Hair/Style: A reddish-brown, neutrally-toned ponytail. Very neat.
Skin/Scars: Light brown; slightly pale.
Eyes: A slightly darker shape of brown than her hair; somewhat pretty to look at. Glows a bright yellow when she uses her quirk.
Notables: Kinda cute.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
A pretty lad, for sure. Kaguya is a tall, slender, but fairly-well built teenager with relatively Caucausian skin. She has a modest breast size and is considered to be lean. Her hair is a darkish-brown color and has a nice, relatively smooth texture, though Kaguya is not too neglectful at taking care of it. When in U.A. she, of course, wears whatever typical uniform is expected of her-however, Kaguya is extremely quick to get out of school clothes, and has taken to a bad habit of wearing household clothes directly under the uniform.
Kaguya’s everyday attire usually consists of a dark, brown tank top that neatly hugs her body, a fluffy jacket and a pair of shorts outfitted with a belt. Her jacket is what appears to be a slightly darker version of the oak-brown color. Her shirt, complemented with a cute scarf of similar color that she bears even in school premises, is of a very dulled and dark shade of red that almost falls into the similar category of ‘brown’. Her shorts, though fading, still look functional, yet are fashioned unto her with a belt. Finally, Kaguya bears long, dark socks, and has relatively bland sneakers.
She is very expressive and usually makes various hand and arm motions subconsciously, as a sort of way to give off lots of her nervous energy.
POSITIVE
✔ Dorky.
✔ Easy-going.
✔ Kind.
NEGATIVE
✖ Self-loathing.
✖ Snappy.
✖ Eager to please.
LIKES
✔ Fame.
✔ Having personal time and space.
✔ (Bad) Pop Cultural References.
DISLIKES
✖ Inaction - despite her being rather hesitant to act herself.
✖ Cowardice and fear. Kaguya does not like being 'afraid'.
✖ Bullies.
Personality:
Kaguya is, by most textbook definitions, a ‘nerd’. She heavily values her private time, isn’t sporty, and seems to spend most of her time either reading long, boring books and watching movies that came out too long ago to remember. This seclusion has made many come to the conclusion that she hates talking to people. On the contrary, she loves discussing things when she wants to. Kaguya happens to not want talk all that much.
She is quite introverted and loves to spend time by herself within her library, but has often found immense joy in discussing her geekiness with other people. While she is determined enough, Kaguya is not of the ‘never-give-up’ type, and while she is brave, Kaguya is far from fearless, and will often flinch for eternity in the face of overwhelming odds. Her social awkwardness, combined with a lack of marketable charisma, doesn’t help her in the popular heroes category.
Despite living in a society of ‘freaks’, life experiences have made her very self-aware of her quirk, and her existing personality only fuels this very odd nervousness around her ability. She spends several hours every weekend working on her one true love: independent journalism. Though mocked by many, Kaguya finds writing to be a beautiful hobby-and potential job, too, assuming she somehow gets one.
The girl sees heroes in a somewhat odd light; she sees them with as much suspicion as many other people do, with them being a new force in the world, but also thinks that they're cooler than people give them credit for. Kaguya has always been a sucker for what she wants but cannot have, which includes fearless heroics. Overall, she could be considered rather progressive, at least in comparison to some people.
A pretty lad, for sure. Kaguya is a tall, slender, but fairly-well built teenager with relatively Caucausian skin. She has a modest breast size and is considered to be lean. Her hair is a darkish-brown color and has a nice, relatively smooth texture, though Kaguya is not too neglectful at taking care of it. When in U.A. she, of course, wears whatever typical uniform is expected of her-however, Kaguya is extremely quick to get out of school clothes, and has taken to a bad habit of wearing household clothes directly under the uniform.
Kaguya’s everyday attire usually consists of a dark, brown tank top that neatly hugs her body, a fluffy jacket and a pair of shorts outfitted with a belt. Her jacket is what appears to be a slightly darker version of the oak-brown color. Her shirt, complemented with a cute scarf of similar color that she bears even in school premises, is of a very dulled and dark shade of red that almost falls into the similar category of ‘brown’. Her shorts, though fading, still look functional, yet are fashioned unto her with a belt. Finally, Kaguya bears long, dark socks, and has relatively bland sneakers.
She is very expressive and usually makes various hand and arm motions subconsciously, as a sort of way to give off lots of her nervous energy.
POSITIVE
✔ Dorky.
✔ Easy-going.
✔ Kind.
NEGATIVE
✖ Self-loathing.
✖ Snappy.
✖ Eager to please.
LIKES
✔ Fame.
✔ Having personal time and space.
✔ (Bad) Pop Cultural References.
DISLIKES
✖ Inaction - despite her being rather hesitant to act herself.
✖ Cowardice and fear. Kaguya does not like being 'afraid'.
✖ Bullies.
Personality:
Kaguya is, by most textbook definitions, a ‘nerd’. She heavily values her private time, isn’t sporty, and seems to spend most of her time either reading long, boring books and watching movies that came out too long ago to remember. This seclusion has made many come to the conclusion that she hates talking to people. On the contrary, she loves discussing things when she wants to. Kaguya happens to not want talk all that much.
She is quite introverted and loves to spend time by herself within her library, but has often found immense joy in discussing her geekiness with other people. While she is determined enough, Kaguya is not of the ‘never-give-up’ type, and while she is brave, Kaguya is far from fearless, and will often flinch for eternity in the face of overwhelming odds. Her social awkwardness, combined with a lack of marketable charisma, doesn’t help her in the popular heroes category.
Despite living in a society of ‘freaks’, life experiences have made her very self-aware of her quirk, and her existing personality only fuels this very odd nervousness around her ability. She spends several hours every weekend working on her one true love: independent journalism. Though mocked by many, Kaguya finds writing to be a beautiful hobby-and potential job, too, assuming she somehow gets one.
The girl sees heroes in a somewhat odd light; she sees them with as much suspicion as many other people do, with them being a new force in the world, but also thinks that they're cooler than people give them credit for. Kaguya has always been a sucker for what she wants but cannot have, which includes fearless heroics. Overall, she could be considered rather progressive, at least in comparison to some people.
HISTORY
Akito Adachi was a great hero!
You should’ve seen him. Heck, you probably did see it. Not a lotta heroes been existing for a lotta time, what with the recent Program and all-but, we’re talking about the life before the government slapping a badge on ya was enough to be a Pro Hero. We’re talking about real heroes here. People with powers that took the future into their own hands, regardless of approval or not. We’re talking about a vigilante, and Kaguya would tell you that he was a damn good one.
However, at one point or the other, the dog-eat-dog world we lived in had a greater change in the form of Pro Heroes, individuals who fight for the glory of justice under the name of the government. Several vigilantes were invited by the government to become heroes-and Akito was not one of them. He felt he could no longer survive when controlled by an entity with complicated biases and politics. Plus, he had a very cute girlfriend to hang out with. Akito Adachi was no longer a hero of the city, but a hero of his house.
His wife, Akari Adachi, could not be more different than her husband. A quirkless citizen of Japan, she held little approval for villains or heroes, seeing them as all the same: men with too much power for men, despite the fact that Akito had managed to sway her. Some more discontent was established with the fact that, well, she could never be a hero herself. And she wouldn’t admit it ever, but it hurt a lot at times.
Eventually, they gave birth to Kaguya-the cute, the cuddly, and the oh-so-not-quirkless. The turbulent times they were living in guaranteed that Kaguya’s childhood would not be one peppered by tales of the dastardly, the cunning, the dangerous villains. No, she would grow up in a time of aspiring vigilantes and-eventually, down the line-heroes!
Not that she had any desire of becoming like them.
Vigilantes were becoming a popular ‘profession’ and were seen quite nicely by the public. Plus, everyone hated villains, and a lot of people wanted to kick butt, too, but not Kaguya. She was fascinated by these heroes, but had no desire to become one. It is much in the same way that you do not want to be a surgeon; the job seems fascinating, but the interest is not there. And not only did she not want to be a vigilante-she couldn’t be one either. For Kaguya was terrible when acting under pressure.
Time and time again, when push came to shove, the student would freeze, her eyes stretched out wide, as a trillion thoughts ran through a brain, yet none of them urging her to move, or act, or function properly. When in intense situations, it has been said our true selves are revealed-and, in this case, Kaguya seemed a rather cowardly, meek fool. Her natural aversion to anything intense made her extremely reclusive, even more so than she already was.
Unlike the majority of lonely people, Kaguya-for a while-was perfectly at home with functioning badly under pressure. Her parents had always disliked this part of her and tried more often the not to try and drag their daughter out of her shell. What about the future, which would hold many more moments like this? What would happen then? Her parents’ feared for her future, and Kaguya couldn’t be bothered to care.
At least not until one November.
It was a really rough day. Kaguya Adachi, 14-year-old, had to spend an hour in Saturday detention because she had thrown a jug of water on a student by accident. The sun was not being very polite, it was all hot as hell. And Kaguya was dangerously close to dying.
A villain attack. In all regards, a common event to witness-but an uncommon one to experience up close. And when death stares you right in the face, your mind tends to become blank. And freeze. Your pupils begin to hang and it’s either a trillion thoughts run through your mind, or nothing gets through it. Either way, she was going to die.
It was some kind of brutish type, who’d also caused a large explosion. It’d been a minute or so, and Kaguya hadn’t seen him-it-coming. Her mother was at home, sick, trying to take a break. Her dad had left her for a few minutes to take a leak. A thousand years she would be grateful for him not being here, at this moment, at this hour. If she lived a thousand more years.
The hulking villain glared at her. Her expression, already terrified beyond our rationale, did not respond. The image traveled through her neurons and rendered in her mind, but she was not about to move. Her life was in danger, and the villain growled loudly. If he was speaking english, if he was simply roaring, her eyes didn’t work enough to know. It started to move towards her, and as Kaguya felt her breath tightening to the nth degree, she started to wonder when she’d die already-
What the hell was that? Kaguya made her first motion in moments and looked right, before her heart skipped another beat. What-the hell-was her dad doing?!
He was, in fact, currently trying to attack the villain by slugging him with a punch to the face! In all fairness, his quirk increased his physical strength by many times-Kaguya was not about to call his attempt worthless, but it might as well have been. The villain’s temporary surprise gave way to annoyance before he viciously kicked Akito in the stomach-sending her father flying into a building.
Kaguya could finally feel again, and every bone in her body was screaming at her to run away. She took a step forward, and then thought for a moment. The heroes were fast. Quite so. And some time had passed. If a minute of time were to go by again, they’d be here, and this thing would really be in trouble. It probably took him 10 seconds to step between Kaguya and her dad. It seemed pretty basic, and if it were only to be distracted a little so that her dad didn’t perish-
Aha! The floor! She couldn’t harm the villain, but if Kaguya were to turn the ground to quicksand, could it be possible that he would be distracted? I mean-yeah! It’d be stuck, and hoping he hadn’t gotten ‘round to learning how to roll out of quicksand, he’d be stuck for a short while! It’d give her dad enough time to at least stand up and try to escape. And then we’d be okay! He’d be okay! And we could go home and drink a lime smoothie!
So why didn’t Kaguya move even still? Even with the goal clearly in her mind, knowing that this was the best way-possibly the only way-for everything to work out, perfectly capable, yet perfectly unwilling. On her face was that ever present frozen expression. However, every bone in her body screamed at her to activate her quirk, distract the villain, save the day, at least for now-but she couldn’t-no, she wouldn’t. She simply stood in horror and complete silence. Washing as the villain, undaunted, walked towards her father. And raised its’ arms. And for a millionth of a microsecond, Kaguya raised an arm in protest.
All too late.
And that day marked the end of Akito’s legs and the beginning of the family dysfunctionality.
With his legs gone and several body parts near destroyed, Akito was confined to a bed-forever. Essentially retired from jobs for life, the always-active, constantly working man was relegated to a perpetual inactivity; essentially little better than death. Her father, the great, had been completely bedridden by a dastardly villain.
And Akari Adachi was not having it. So deep in grief she was that, for a month, Kaguya did not see her mother, residing at her uncle’s home for issues Kaguya struggled to understand. And when she returned, her mother was full of extra love to share-and newfound hate to give. Hate for the villains who took her husband’s legs. Hate for the heroes who arrived so late. Hate for the quirks that had caused so much pain around the world. Hate-hate-hate.
Akito share this much with her; he bore an intense amount of hate for the villains of this world. He knew revenge was a dangerous thing to harbour; he just did not care. He was not ready to accept his inability to move. Akito was beginning to regret every decision that lead him to quitting the vigilante life. Perhaps if he became a hero, he may have stopped this villain long ago. And now his job was over and his tale had ended, Unless….
Kaguya was scarred for life. However, she would recover and would learn to live life again; however, her feelings on heroism, on villainy as a whole had changed forever. She was unsure whether she hated the prospect of being a hero or desired it; she was unsure whether she wanted the villains punished at the risk of her death. All Kaguya was sure of was two things: that she wanted to make her father proud, and her mother absolutely wanted no more heroes in her house.
So when talk of sending Kaguya to UA came up, sparks began to fly within the family. Akito believed that Kaguya was fit to be a hero and that she should avenge him; Akari believed that Kaguya was just turning herself into a corpse. They fought bitterly, and Kaguya was stuck in the middle; trying to decide between heroism and journalism. Years ago, it was such an easy thing to choose between. Now she was terribly unsure.
Eventually she started leaning towards heroism. Got to make dad proud, right?
You should’ve seen him. Heck, you probably did see it. Not a lotta heroes been existing for a lotta time, what with the recent Program and all-but, we’re talking about the life before the government slapping a badge on ya was enough to be a Pro Hero. We’re talking about real heroes here. People with powers that took the future into their own hands, regardless of approval or not. We’re talking about a vigilante, and Kaguya would tell you that he was a damn good one.
However, at one point or the other, the dog-eat-dog world we lived in had a greater change in the form of Pro Heroes, individuals who fight for the glory of justice under the name of the government. Several vigilantes were invited by the government to become heroes-and Akito was not one of them. He felt he could no longer survive when controlled by an entity with complicated biases and politics. Plus, he had a very cute girlfriend to hang out with. Akito Adachi was no longer a hero of the city, but a hero of his house.
His wife, Akari Adachi, could not be more different than her husband. A quirkless citizen of Japan, she held little approval for villains or heroes, seeing them as all the same: men with too much power for men, despite the fact that Akito had managed to sway her. Some more discontent was established with the fact that, well, she could never be a hero herself. And she wouldn’t admit it ever, but it hurt a lot at times.
Eventually, they gave birth to Kaguya-the cute, the cuddly, and the oh-so-not-quirkless. The turbulent times they were living in guaranteed that Kaguya’s childhood would not be one peppered by tales of the dastardly, the cunning, the dangerous villains. No, she would grow up in a time of aspiring vigilantes and-eventually, down the line-heroes!
Not that she had any desire of becoming like them.
Vigilantes were becoming a popular ‘profession’ and were seen quite nicely by the public. Plus, everyone hated villains, and a lot of people wanted to kick butt, too, but not Kaguya. She was fascinated by these heroes, but had no desire to become one. It is much in the same way that you do not want to be a surgeon; the job seems fascinating, but the interest is not there. And not only did she not want to be a vigilante-she couldn’t be one either. For Kaguya was terrible when acting under pressure.
Time and time again, when push came to shove, the student would freeze, her eyes stretched out wide, as a trillion thoughts ran through a brain, yet none of them urging her to move, or act, or function properly. When in intense situations, it has been said our true selves are revealed-and, in this case, Kaguya seemed a rather cowardly, meek fool. Her natural aversion to anything intense made her extremely reclusive, even more so than she already was.
Unlike the majority of lonely people, Kaguya-for a while-was perfectly at home with functioning badly under pressure. Her parents had always disliked this part of her and tried more often the not to try and drag their daughter out of her shell. What about the future, which would hold many more moments like this? What would happen then? Her parents’ feared for her future, and Kaguya couldn’t be bothered to care.
At least not until one November.
It was a really rough day. Kaguya Adachi, 14-year-old, had to spend an hour in Saturday detention because she had thrown a jug of water on a student by accident. The sun was not being very polite, it was all hot as hell. And Kaguya was dangerously close to dying.
A villain attack. In all regards, a common event to witness-but an uncommon one to experience up close. And when death stares you right in the face, your mind tends to become blank. And freeze. Your pupils begin to hang and it’s either a trillion thoughts run through your mind, or nothing gets through it. Either way, she was going to die.
It was some kind of brutish type, who’d also caused a large explosion. It’d been a minute or so, and Kaguya hadn’t seen him-it-coming. Her mother was at home, sick, trying to take a break. Her dad had left her for a few minutes to take a leak. A thousand years she would be grateful for him not being here, at this moment, at this hour. If she lived a thousand more years.
The hulking villain glared at her. Her expression, already terrified beyond our rationale, did not respond. The image traveled through her neurons and rendered in her mind, but she was not about to move. Her life was in danger, and the villain growled loudly. If he was speaking english, if he was simply roaring, her eyes didn’t work enough to know. It started to move towards her, and as Kaguya felt her breath tightening to the nth degree, she started to wonder when she’d die already-
SMACK!
What the hell was that? Kaguya made her first motion in moments and looked right, before her heart skipped another beat. What-the hell-was her dad doing?!
He was, in fact, currently trying to attack the villain by slugging him with a punch to the face! In all fairness, his quirk increased his physical strength by many times-Kaguya was not about to call his attempt worthless, but it might as well have been. The villain’s temporary surprise gave way to annoyance before he viciously kicked Akito in the stomach-sending her father flying into a building.
Kaguya could finally feel again, and every bone in her body was screaming at her to run away. She took a step forward, and then thought for a moment. The heroes were fast. Quite so. And some time had passed. If a minute of time were to go by again, they’d be here, and this thing would really be in trouble. It probably took him 10 seconds to step between Kaguya and her dad. It seemed pretty basic, and if it were only to be distracted a little so that her dad didn’t perish-
Aha! The floor! She couldn’t harm the villain, but if Kaguya were to turn the ground to quicksand, could it be possible that he would be distracted? I mean-yeah! It’d be stuck, and hoping he hadn’t gotten ‘round to learning how to roll out of quicksand, he’d be stuck for a short while! It’d give her dad enough time to at least stand up and try to escape. And then we’d be okay! He’d be okay! And we could go home and drink a lime smoothie!
So why didn’t Kaguya move even still? Even with the goal clearly in her mind, knowing that this was the best way-possibly the only way-for everything to work out, perfectly capable, yet perfectly unwilling. On her face was that ever present frozen expression. However, every bone in her body screamed at her to activate her quirk, distract the villain, save the day, at least for now-but she couldn’t-no, she wouldn’t. She simply stood in horror and complete silence. Washing as the villain, undaunted, walked towards her father. And raised its’ arms. And for a millionth of a microsecond, Kaguya raised an arm in protest.
All too late.
And that day marked the end of Akito’s legs and the beginning of the family dysfunctionality.
With his legs gone and several body parts near destroyed, Akito was confined to a bed-forever. Essentially retired from jobs for life, the always-active, constantly working man was relegated to a perpetual inactivity; essentially little better than death. Her father, the great, had been completely bedridden by a dastardly villain.
And Akari Adachi was not having it. So deep in grief she was that, for a month, Kaguya did not see her mother, residing at her uncle’s home for issues Kaguya struggled to understand. And when she returned, her mother was full of extra love to share-and newfound hate to give. Hate for the villains who took her husband’s legs. Hate for the heroes who arrived so late. Hate for the quirks that had caused so much pain around the world. Hate-hate-hate.
Akito share this much with her; he bore an intense amount of hate for the villains of this world. He knew revenge was a dangerous thing to harbour; he just did not care. He was not ready to accept his inability to move. Akito was beginning to regret every decision that lead him to quitting the vigilante life. Perhaps if he became a hero, he may have stopped this villain long ago. And now his job was over and his tale had ended, Unless….
Kaguya was scarred for life. However, she would recover and would learn to live life again; however, her feelings on heroism, on villainy as a whole had changed forever. She was unsure whether she hated the prospect of being a hero or desired it; she was unsure whether she wanted the villains punished at the risk of her death. All Kaguya was sure of was two things: that she wanted to make her father proud, and her mother absolutely wanted no more heroes in her house.
So when talk of sending Kaguya to UA came up, sparks began to fly within the family. Akito believed that Kaguya was fit to be a hero and that she should avenge him; Akari believed that Kaguya was just turning herself into a corpse. They fought bitterly, and Kaguya was stuck in the middle; trying to decide between heroism and journalism. Years ago, it was such an easy thing to choose between. Now she was terribly unsure.
Eventually she started leaning towards heroism. Got to make dad proud, right?
