Post by Wakaba Asami on Aug 25, 2020 3:18:49 GMT -4
WAKABA ASAMI
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: Spice Girl
Player Name: Odd the Wise
Faceclaim/Series: Original Art - @neco_person
Age: 15
Gender: F
Affiliation: UA Student - Hero.
Height: 160 cm
Weight: 50 kg
Hair/Style: Long, silver, often tied up in a loose pony-tail
Skin/Scars: Fair
Eyes: Bright Green
Notables: She has a faint scent of wasabi about her. Wears predominantly green clothes
Player Name: Odd the Wise
Faceclaim/Series: Original Art - @neco_person
Age: 15
Gender: F
Affiliation: UA Student - Hero.
Height: 160 cm
Weight: 50 kg
Hair/Style: Long, silver, often tied up in a loose pony-tail
Skin/Scars: Fair
Eyes: Bright Green
Notables: She has a faint scent of wasabi about her. Wears predominantly green clothes
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Wakaba is a rather short girl, a bit on the thinner side without many prominent features. She takes noticeably good care of her skin and body, though her hair tends to be on the wispier side. Her hair is a starch platinum blonde, venturing towards a dirty silver color.
She has quite the lean athletic build for her size, spending many of her earliest years on a wasabi farm before financial burdens forced her family to move further into the city. She's developed a lifetime of healthier physical habits that keep her in good shape.
As an intermittent street rat, Wakaba prefers to dress in looser clothes and and in styles she thinks look cool to make herself stand out from the rest of the rabble, mainly to the chagrin of her rather conservative parents.
Her hot-headed personality is contradicted with a rather cute face, which makes it hard for her to seem as intimidating as she wants to most of the time.
POSITIVE
✔ Quick-wit
✔ Perseverant
✔ Optimistic
NEGATIVE
✖ Hot-headed
✖ Arrogant, Over-confident
✖ Bully >:c
LIKES
✔ Spicy things like Indian Food!
✔ Being the Best
✔ Secretly a huge nerd; really likes Tabletop war games but never really had the money to invest into them.
✔ Animals ⊂((・▽・))⊃
DISLIKES
✖ Dairy
✖ Being patronized
✖ Pushovers; fight back ya nerds! >:c
Personality:
Haughty, over her head, mean-spirited; an endless list of negative traits and synonyms that could be used describe how Wakaba seems at face-value. She's never mixed well with others, capitulating to the presuppositions of those around her only so she could have some form of stability in her life; a tyrant made of their own fears. She doesn't remember when she 'snapped,' for lack of a more concise term, but ever since she's used the threat of force to keep herself near the top of the social food chain.
Truly, she's always wanted to have make more friends, but because of her sour disposition she has a hard time forging actual connections, often preferring to hang around people that are willing to stand up to her or put up with her bullshit... It's not proven to be a good method of making friends. Those that have managed to stick around haven't really been the best influences in her life. It's probably for the best they don't have any easy way to contact her.
Underneath the arrogant asshole of a shell she keeps, she understands how sad of a life she leads. Some estranged coping mechanism for a world that despised her existence. There's a handful of people she feels like she can be herself around, but she absolutely melts around animals, especially the cute ones!
Wakaba is a rather short girl, a bit on the thinner side without many prominent features. She takes noticeably good care of her skin and body, though her hair tends to be on the wispier side. Her hair is a starch platinum blonde, venturing towards a dirty silver color.
She has quite the lean athletic build for her size, spending many of her earliest years on a wasabi farm before financial burdens forced her family to move further into the city. She's developed a lifetime of healthier physical habits that keep her in good shape.
As an intermittent street rat, Wakaba prefers to dress in looser clothes and and in styles she thinks look cool to make herself stand out from the rest of the rabble, mainly to the chagrin of her rather conservative parents.
Her hot-headed personality is contradicted with a rather cute face, which makes it hard for her to seem as intimidating as she wants to most of the time.
POSITIVE
✔ Quick-wit
✔ Perseverant
✔ Optimistic
NEGATIVE
✖ Hot-headed
✖ Arrogant, Over-confident
✖ Bully >:c
LIKES
✔ Spicy things like Indian Food!
✔ Being the Best
✔ Secretly a huge nerd; really likes Tabletop war games but never really had the money to invest into them.
✔ Animals ⊂((・▽・))⊃
DISLIKES
✖ Dairy
✖ Being patronized
✖ Pushovers; fight back ya nerds! >:c
Personality:
Haughty, over her head, mean-spirited; an endless list of negative traits and synonyms that could be used describe how Wakaba seems at face-value. She's never mixed well with others, capitulating to the presuppositions of those around her only so she could have some form of stability in her life; a tyrant made of their own fears. She doesn't remember when she 'snapped,' for lack of a more concise term, but ever since she's used the threat of force to keep herself near the top of the social food chain.
Truly, she's always wanted to have make more friends, but because of her sour disposition she has a hard time forging actual connections, often preferring to hang around people that are willing to stand up to her or put up with her bullshit... It's not proven to be a good method of making friends. Those that have managed to stick around haven't really been the best influences in her life. It's probably for the best they don't have any easy way to contact her.
Underneath the arrogant asshole of a shell she keeps, she understands how sad of a life she leads. Some estranged coping mechanism for a world that despised her existence. There's a handful of people she feels like she can be herself around, but she absolutely melts around animals, especially the cute ones!
HISTORY
Wakaba was born in a small town in Hokkaido, a little place that most people would have trouble finding on a map. Her parents were already in their forties by the time they had their first and only child, well into their lives and only happy they had been able have Wakaba before they had grown too old.
But their lives would turn sour... or ironically spicy depending on how they looked at it. By some twist of fate fitting for fiction, their little Wakaba showed signs of her quirk while she was only a toddler. Nights and days spent crying out in pain as their little baby lost control of her quirk over and over again. Rounds and rounds of experimental medication would slowly but surely drain her parents emotionally and financially.
It was unfortunate, but it was only by growing up that she would overcome the obstacles of her infancy, but all that would be imprinted upon her was their weariness and disdain for what she could not control. Indeed, for as long as she could remember she felt like she was being handled with a pair of white gloves. Like she was some kind of invader or a pest that they weren't allowed to get rid of.
She, of course, was the first quirker that many of her classmates would ever meet up close. She was never a person or a friend, no, she was a monolith of the latest news of heroes and villains. An object to be watched at a distance. It only took a few failed friendships to make her weary of anyone that dared try to get close to her. In the end, she would become the little monster they wanted her to be. She easily became the school bully, even after more and more of the kids developed quirks of their own. There were those few and far between that were willing to fall in line behind her for some reason, but she never could consider them friends.
Her parents never told her why they had to sell their farm and move into the city. She always suspected it had something to do with the poor reputation she gave her family. Of course, things never changed. In fact, she found it easier to fit in with the many street rats that made their home in Tokyo. For once in her life, her quirk was met with devious smiles rather than weary looks of fear. Something that she could actually put to use.
It was a cold October night on the outskirts of Tokyo proper. She didn't know why her gaggle of friends had chosen this house to hit up. It was a nice and big property in the middle of a nice neighborhood. They had little trouble breaking in, and the lot of them nearly got away with, too, if it weren't for those meddling animals... That damned swarm of glowing blue hamsters.
She couldn't remember who did it, but before she knew it, the burden of their pilfering had been tossed upon her, leaving her to be trampled by throng of rambunctious rodents! That was it, she was done.. right? For some reason it didn't weigh heavy on her shoulders. Her friends, no, friends didn't just abandon each other at the first chance they got!... She had... no one. It brought her a sense of zen-like calm. She was a sad sack of nothing. No friends, a family that could've cared less if she never came back one day. If anything, what would being put in jail even change?
But the punishment she made in her mind never came. No, 'Z' was an enigma wrapped in weird clothes, but he offered a hand of mercy where she needed it most. For only the price of helping him at his sanctuary, he would let her go. It was, at first, a tenuous relationship that threatened to fray itself at any moment, but Wakaba quickly fell in love with the many animals he kept. All of those 'precious beans' that loved her unconditionally. It was the thing missing from her life that she didn't even know was missing. It was so... simple.
Wakaba came to see Z's house as the one she never had, and the work he gave her became an escape from a big and lonely world that wanted nothing else to do with her. It was only through his encouragement and prodding that she'd actually manage to make it through junior high, and, now, it was only through his encouragement that she was convinced to apply for U.A... Time to see how that goes!
But their lives would turn sour... or ironically spicy depending on how they looked at it. By some twist of fate fitting for fiction, their little Wakaba showed signs of her quirk while she was only a toddler. Nights and days spent crying out in pain as their little baby lost control of her quirk over and over again. Rounds and rounds of experimental medication would slowly but surely drain her parents emotionally and financially.
It was unfortunate, but it was only by growing up that she would overcome the obstacles of her infancy, but all that would be imprinted upon her was their weariness and disdain for what she could not control. Indeed, for as long as she could remember she felt like she was being handled with a pair of white gloves. Like she was some kind of invader or a pest that they weren't allowed to get rid of.
She, of course, was the first quirker that many of her classmates would ever meet up close. She was never a person or a friend, no, she was a monolith of the latest news of heroes and villains. An object to be watched at a distance. It only took a few failed friendships to make her weary of anyone that dared try to get close to her. In the end, she would become the little monster they wanted her to be. She easily became the school bully, even after more and more of the kids developed quirks of their own. There were those few and far between that were willing to fall in line behind her for some reason, but she never could consider them friends.
Her parents never told her why they had to sell their farm and move into the city. She always suspected it had something to do with the poor reputation she gave her family. Of course, things never changed. In fact, she found it easier to fit in with the many street rats that made their home in Tokyo. For once in her life, her quirk was met with devious smiles rather than weary looks of fear. Something that she could actually put to use.
It was a cold October night on the outskirts of Tokyo proper. She didn't know why her gaggle of friends had chosen this house to hit up. It was a nice and big property in the middle of a nice neighborhood. They had little trouble breaking in, and the lot of them nearly got away with, too, if it weren't for those meddling animals... That damned swarm of glowing blue hamsters.
She couldn't remember who did it, but before she knew it, the burden of their pilfering had been tossed upon her, leaving her to be trampled by throng of rambunctious rodents! That was it, she was done.. right? For some reason it didn't weigh heavy on her shoulders. Her friends, no, friends didn't just abandon each other at the first chance they got!... She had... no one. It brought her a sense of zen-like calm. She was a sad sack of nothing. No friends, a family that could've cared less if she never came back one day. If anything, what would being put in jail even change?
But the punishment she made in her mind never came. No, 'Z' was an enigma wrapped in weird clothes, but he offered a hand of mercy where she needed it most. For only the price of helping him at his sanctuary, he would let her go. It was, at first, a tenuous relationship that threatened to fray itself at any moment, but Wakaba quickly fell in love with the many animals he kept. All of those 'precious beans' that loved her unconditionally. It was the thing missing from her life that she didn't even know was missing. It was so... simple.
Wakaba came to see Z's house as the one she never had, and the work he gave her became an escape from a big and lonely world that wanted nothing else to do with her. It was only through his encouragement and prodding that she'd actually manage to make it through junior high, and, now, it was only through his encouragement that she was convinced to apply for U.A... Time to see how that goes!
