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Akuma's tentacles retreated under his skin again, and he groaned in pain as he stood. "Dammit. Her Quirk is like, three quirks in one. Guess the slow route isn't an option with that breath-attack." Dropping into a low stance, he had to fight pained muscle spasms in his back, forearms, and shoulders-- that was the drawback to his Quirk: His tentacles were controlled by the muscle groups they were attached to, so if he overworked them, it had a similar effect to going too hard on a workout-- he had to be physically strong to control them, and at the size he'd just produced they used a lot of muscle. But he wasn't at his limit yet. Two tentacles popped out of his right bicep and coiled around his forearm and hand until it resembled a giant spring. It wasn't much, but hopefully it would be enough. "Bouncer, I need you over here!" This was going to be rough, but someone had to do it and if Hane could help him, he might just pull it off.

I am VERY interested for MANY reasons, mainly because demon hunters who have to drink demon blood to survive is the coolest case of Applied Phlebotinum I have EVER HEARD OF, PERIOD THE END.

Kansuke was a little surprised at the approach of his classmate, but recognized the name from the partner-assignment so he figured it was legit. She was shorter than him by at least half a foot and she looked like he could literally fit her in his bag and carry her with as much effort. She was cute, especially with the short hair and all. Honestly she didn't look like the kind of person who would go to this school. "Likewise," he clasped the proffered hand as if about to arm-wrestle her, then let go as quickly. "I'm Kansuke, but you knew that, so..." He took a bite of his food-- he wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it consisted mainly of some kind of grain, boiled and slathered in a ground-meat sauce. He took another bite and decided he liked it well enough. "So, where are you from?"

Decima wasn't a planet prone to religious concerns: they were more of a practical people. They had a spiritualist institution and some longrunning superstitious tendencies, but militarism and pragmatics took priority. Nonetheless, Kansuke was basically PRAYING for Tor not to see him as he picked up a pre-made meal and made his way to a corner she wouldn't see him from without making eye-contact. His ribs still ached from the day before, but he knew damn well she was likely to break him before she made him submit to her. He would sooner die. So he ended up sitting alone again, at a table large enough for four, near the entrance. His morning workout had been agonizing, but the pain of a sprint for safety was preferable to another beating from Puss in Boots.

Kansuke's temples throbbed with psychosomatic pain when he saw the science teacher. Honestly he wasn't entirely sure about the implants she'd plugged into him, but he figured he could handle the task they'd given him. Approaching the pile of junk, he decided to make something simple, mechanically speaking. He just needed the right parts. After scavenging a motorcycle's handbrake, some curved metal plates, a suitably-sized battery (that, after shocking himself, he decided held more than enough power), and a few different bulbs, he began assembling what basically amounted to a flashlight that only worked as long as you held the trigger down. Was it particularly exciting? No, but after seeing some girl's weapon confiscated in the last class, he figured partway through gathering the parts that building a crossbow would land him in trouble. Besides, based on the shape the parts made in his mind, he figured he could still reliably club a person's eyeballs out with it.

Thrown to the ground, Akuma lay in a silent daze for a few moments, until a block of ice shattered on the woman's head. Rolling aside with the momentary distraction, Akuma found himself silently grateful for Toshiko's intervention. Keika was nowhere to be seen, but then neither were the civilians. That was probably a good thing. Probably. Standing up, his tentacles retracted as he caught his breath. She was strong, but he was guessing that her Quirk needed constant fuel to make her that strong. He needed to keep her from fueling up, and to do that they needed to distract her or restrain her. Hopefully, it would work against her once she'd burned enough energy. Glancing down, he saw Toshiko's ice spreading across the floor. That was good-- if they could freeze her, that'd be good. But if she charged Toshiko, she wouldn't have time to do that. Circling around so he was behind her, he threw his hand out and loosed a single tentacle, attempting to wrap it around the villain's throat and coil it onto itself like a noose. Strangulation was a pretty effective method of subduing an enemy-- he'd done it before to great effect. As an afterthought, he made his tentacle's musculature thicker to compensate for his target's superior strength, then pulled to tighten it.

Kansuke shrugged at Stella's response. "Eh. Wasn't exactly lethal." Handing off the fist to the professor, he gave a straight-backed salute and made his way back to his seat. Kansuke could readily admit he wasn't disposed to this sort of thing, and it held little interest for him. But it was class, and the theories bouncing around were at least entertaining to consider. So, he kept quiet and gave it his attention. ... I wonder if you could rig a Mecha to launch a fist off like that...

I know I'm a tad late to the party but the Discord invite is expired, and I'd like to run my idea(s) past the GM in real-time.

Whoa. Heavy shit. Looks like volcano boy has serious issues. Akuma blinked. "[Damn.] That bad? Look, Keika I--" He stopped abruptly as the shrill scream of some lady in the store sounded. "[The fuck?]" He muttered, wandering over to the end of the aisle where he could see the giant woman scarfing food into her colossal maw. Some kind of hunger-related quirk, he figured. Initially, he started walking back to his classmates-- it wasn't his business: as long as they got the food for the school and got out, why should he care? But then he got to thinking, what was going to stop her from going after them? Wouldn't they have to defend themselves anyways? In fact, wasn't he attending a school that was trying to make them into heroes? Fighting the villain would be good for their reputation, much like he had been saying earlier, so really it made sense. He couldn't hurt her with his Quirk, he didn't have a hero license-- none of them did, and he realized that if he stepped in, he'd either have his classmates as backup or nobody at all. So he had to try and restrain the villain with his tentacles. Choke her out, probably-- and if the others could help, well that'd be good. Toshiko and Keika probably couldn't fight her without that risk, but Hane's Quirk was as harmless as they came. Turning back to Keika and Hane, he'd already made his decision. "Guys, we've got a villain. I'm going to go fight her. Who's in?" "Whoa, whoa, man, I appreciate the enthusiasm," Hane commented as he began to unbutton his uniform. "But we shouldn't fight them here. First things first, we gotta lure her away from the civilians," he threw off his top, showing off his vigilante costume. "But yeah, you got the Bouncer on your side," he reached into his pocket, pulling out his mask and slipping it on. "Let's do it!" Akuma smiled. "Good thinking." Grabbing his own shirt collar, he practically ripped it open, sending at least two buttons flying. "Oh." He patted down his now-bare chest, realizing only too late that he didn't HAVE a hero costume. Of course, exposing his skin made using his Quirk easier, so... "I guess this works," he decided, tying the shirt around his waist. Two pairs of tentacles extruded from his back as he pounded a fist into his palm. "[Okay.] Now we go." Akuma rounded the corner, his tendrils rearing like cobras as he bared his feral smile. "What's this, someone's causing trouble?" Hane soon followed, bouncing off a wall and landing by Akuma in the all so famous Superhero Landing pose. "Then we'll deal with it, on the double!" "We're here to stop your devastation!" "Fighting the good fight despite legislation!" "We're not not Shiketsu and we're not UA..." "But if you're up to no good, we'll ruin your day!" "Akuma!" "Bouncer!" "Heroes of Hairo, here for a fight! "Surrender now or prepare to-- what?!" Unfortunately, Akuma'd gotten impatient, and while Hane was asking questions, he was throwing himself forward with his tentacles, and using them to try and snare one of the giant lady's arms.

Looking on as the entire debacle unfolded, Kansuke was just approaching to try and help detain the robot-- since it looked like nobody was really making progress and it was somehow really obvious that the cord connecting it to the sarcophagus was important-- when a girl next to him stood and threw a notebook at it, immediately drawing its attention and getting a ROCKET HAND SHOT AT HER. For some godforsaken reason, Kansuke's reflexes SCREAMED for him to interfere and, not one to shirk his reflexes, he did. Unfortunately, Kansuke's reflexes drove him to step between the attack and the girl, catching the flying metal fist in his hands and against his chest, the latter shrieking in protest as its muscles tensed. Fortunately, the fist was ultimately little more than a large metal ball, and judging by how it hit him, it was probably only lethal if it scored a headshot. Clearly whoever had built it did not have access to particularly robust weapons technology. Setting it down with a wince (part pain, part second-hand embarrassment) he turned to the girl he'd technically saved, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "You alright?"

Walking with Keika, Akuma extruded tentacles from his neck and forearms to pluck and sweep items off higher shelves. While a pair of them compared the weight of two completely different products and he half-inspected a price-tag, he glanced over at Keika. Judging by his vehement response to Akuma's earlier suggestions, his first impression boiled down to "impatient, humorless, and headstrong." Probably not too bright if he was always in a hurry like that. He wasn't about to take advantage of that, but he was concerned with whether it was even worth befriending or intimidating him. Would he be too deep in his own head to help or hinder? Or were they more alike than he thought? Probably better to be more direct, as that seemed to be his preference. "Hey Keika." He avoided eye contact as he spoke. "Why did you get sent to Hairo anyhow? You seem like you got a tight lid on the hot lava, so you must be some kinda troublemaker, yeah? What'd you do?"

I... have many questions, but also much time on my hands and yes, god, I'm interested.

Akuma waved his hands lazily as the tentacle coming out of his neck retracted "Yeah, OK, sure. Strategy was the wrong word. What I meant was we should put a little thought in ahead of time to make this easy on us. Hear me out." He lowered his voice a little, but maintained his relaxed tone. "If we show the adults that we can work together and play to our strengths, that improves our chances of not getting put in the slammer later because we look promising." He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up. "Plus, the way I see it, a grocery list for a school, even a school this size, is gonna be a bit bigger than your average family's shopping list. So we should split up by section, grab whatever's on the list, and make the whole thing a little faster so we're not doing this all day, [ya dig?]" "I figure To-chan 'll grab all of the frozen stuff, like meat: her Quirk can't damage any of it. Like she said, I've got the most lifting power, so I should handle any big stuff like uh.. I dunno, bags of flour? Rice? I'll definitely have to push the cart, it's going to be heavy with all the stuff we're getting. As for you two, it's better if Hane handles any fruit or vegetables-- less risk of them being burned by accident-- and Keika, you can either help me or if there's another category to deal with, you'll take that." Standing up, he stretched his back out a little and made for the front of the class. "I'm gonna go get the list and the card real quick. [BRB.]" "Yo, teacher! Team Grocery's ready to roll. What do we need?"

Akuma needed a second to remember who was who on his team. So far he only remembered Midome because they were roommates, and Keika because he'd made an impression the day before, but he managed to pick out his remaining group-mates in the room. Truthfully, he liked Midome, if only because he hadn't stepped on any of his tentacles while Akuma was sleeping. Keika seemed hostile, but also like the kind of guy who respected strength. Exactly his kind of guy. On the subject of the task at hand-- It was just groceries-- he'd done it on his own before, so corralling a few classmates to do it with him shouldn't be too complicated. "[Yo,] Team Grocery! C'mere, we gotta talk strategy." He beckoned his classmates over, using his hand for the boys, but a tentacle from his neck for Toshiko.

Given that they had time left in the class, Kansuke decided to approach the guy he'd singled out before. "Oy. You were one of the Finback fighters, right?" he hoisted himself from the row below and sat on the desk. "You were the one piloting that white Mecha." "Hm? Oh you mean the Aegis Weiss? Yeah that was definitely me." Kansuke nodded, folding his arms. "You were a little reckless, but a close-quarters Mecha would have to be. Still, we made it out alive, which is the important part." He looked him over more carefully once they were up close. "So you're some kind of engineering nut, pun intended?" "Well, the Aegis Weiss is more or less a mixed ranged mech rather than just close-quarters. But yeah, I'll admit I was a bit reckless." the young man nodded, smiling. "And of course I am. I'd talk more about it, but something tells me I'd possibly bore you to death with all the details about my whole passion for it." "Maybe." Kansuke shrugged. He appreciated, however silently, that this guy had the foresight not to launch into a rant just because his favourite subject got brought up. People who talked too much tended to be boring, but people who knew they talked too much were... tolerable. "Kansuke Akatsuka," he introduced himself proudly. "Chase Weller." "Where you from?" "Ardualf. You?" "Decima 7, Sigma Reach Cluster. A little close to the warfront, but all the more reason to enlist, right?" "That's a pretty good reason there, I'll say." "What, you just came for the giant robots?" Kansuke joked. "Not even! I came to get a better understanding on how they work inside and out. I want to fix and maintain mechs, but at the same time I want to design and create my own...the perfect mech!" "The perfect mech, huh?" He couldn't help but smile at the earnesty in Chase's voice. "Well, if it's perfection you're working on, keep an eye out. Soon as they let me into the pilot's seat, the Tyrant and I are gonna show 'em all how it's done!" He didn't voice it, but having seen it in action, Kansuke was hoping he got the chance to work with the Aegis Weiss. It seemed like it'd pair well with the Tyrranos, and he had been forming theoreticals since he saw the fight on the Finback. Somehow, he got the urge to look back towards his screen, where he saw that his marks were up. "Oh. That'd be my marks." He smiled, but it looked like a snarl. "See you around, grease monkey." Checking his marks, he found he had two B and two B-plus marks. He was entirely unsurprised -- he consistently got marks of that caliber, but probably could have gotten higher ones if he really tried. Kansuke was not expecting a sarcophagus to feature in the first minute of history class, but here he was, and the only thought he could articulate was, "Wow." Of course he was also wondering why they let the teacher walk around dressed like a cowgirl, but that was less concerning and more... distracting. Pointedly, he averted his gaze so he wouldn't be chosen to try and open the coffin.

Once the commotion had died down, Kansuke sat to take his test. He took the entirety of his allotted time, but he was positive he'd gotten everything correct. His planet's standard education (ending at eighteen local years of age) meant he had a lot of general knowledge in these fields, military studies being his strong suit. Aggravatingly, it took him some time to remember things like what the political situation in the Istvaan system was, or where the Halo Stars were, but he came back to it during his double-check and by the time he finished his triple check there were no questions unanswered. Surveying the room once he was done, he decided to single out someone to try and socialize with after class. He wasn't the best at making friends, but he was not taking risks in regards running into people like Queen Insecurity again. Not in his current condition, and not alone. His gaze landed on a guy he remembered from the attack on the Finback. He recalled watching him hop out of the white Mecha with the shield, and resolved to approach him as soon as he could. Kansuke shook his head, aggravated. The mental side effects of his new implants had diminished for the most part, but he was still counting in base-6 and could swear his teeth were picking up shortwave. Hopefully that hadn't hindered his answers just now, but that's why he triple-checked.

After springboarding off of Kelsey, the dog landed squarely in Kansuke's lap with a happy small-dog yelp. Normally, Kansuke was fond of canines. He had a preference for larger ones, like the militia wolfhounds of his homeworld. By comparison, this was an inbred, fluffy monstrosity. Nonetheless, the dog was so spirited, he elicited a sharp, barking laugh from him when he made to sniff and lick at Kansuke's hands. He made a token attempt to grab the animal, but just ended up scratching its ears and ruffling its fur before it bounded over the aisle and into another student's frantic arms. Kansuke saluted the dog, laughing uncontrollably as it went.

Following what Akuma figured a stroke must look like on the teacher's part, he was faced with a dilemma. Choose a roommate or be assigned one? He half expected the teacher to assign roommates anyways-- just to be a jerk, if nothing else. Still, if that wasn't the case, he didn't want to be assigned to someone he didn't like. Deciding on three preferences off the top of his head, he settled on Keika, Juryo and Yu. Making friends with either of the first two would be a good idea, on account of their obvious strength. Yu, on the other hand, seemed meek and would probably be a total pushover. Deciding against the latter, he strolled over to Keika and Juryo, who looked like they'd begun talking. "[Yo.] Juryo, right? And you're Keika." He smiled, folding his arms and leaning against Juryo's desk. "You guys did some pretty cool stuff with your Quirks up there. [Very nice.]"

Stepping up to the front of the class just slowly enough to annoy someone, Akuma took up his place with the teacher and turned to face the class. Rolling his right shirt sleeve up past his elbow, he waved. "[Sup.] Legally, I'm Fujaku Maho, but everyone calls me Akuma. My Quirk is Tentacles, I make tentacles come out through my skin." As he said so, a black, oily tendril, perhaps a foot long, unfurled from his skin and curled like an octopus'. "Grossly impressive. Think you can outdo miss Yin?" Akuma's lone tentacle swayed idly, retracting slowly as he stood there, slouching. "I mean, not if you can see me coming--" No sooner had he finished the word "coming" than his arm blackened and burst into a branching cluster of stabbing tendrils like a shotgun blast. The man smirked, howling as his arms blurred into a rapid, jabbing fury, parrying each tentacle that came his way. "[Not so fast!]" Akuma's scattered appendages made a SNAP like cracking knuckles as they changed direction, clenching like a giant fist around the teacher. With a swift kick to the ground, Mr. Arai bolted into the air above the two. He dug his nails into the ceiling, and hung there for a bit, smiling at the boy. "I won't be fooled by tentacles again so easily. That'll do for now." Akuma's tentacles retracted, and he flexed proudly. "[Not bad,] though, eh?" "Don't get ahead of yourself, kid. Next!" Akuma returned to his desk, rolling his other sleeve up and grinning ear-to-ear as he sat down.

Kansuke's morning routine meshed well with the dorm's built-in alarm-- before it went off, he managed to do some simple bodyweight exercises, gritting his teeth all the while as his ribs ached in feeble protest. If he couldn't push past his pain, he didn't deserve to be there. It was almost automatic, all the way past the alarm going off, getting breakfast (just enough carbs to get himself active), and making his way to class. Having done so with mercifully few complications (chiefly ignoring his ribs and navigating this hell of a school), Kansuke listened to Professor John with a sort of grudging appreciation for what he was getting at. An informed soldier could make informed decisions. Knowledge in all areas, even just on a cursory level, could only be an advantage. He recognized the Asarian girl and, once she'd sat down, he stood up. "I'm Kansuke Akatsuka. I love--" --don't say "my little sister," don't say "my little sister," don't-- "--Regicide, cherries, and the sound o' someone's teeth snappin' together when you uppercut 'em!" The last item was punctuated by him tapping under his chin with this thumb, one of his homeworld's many crude gestures. Satisfied that he'd conveyed himself clearly, he sat down, wincing at his ribs, and took silent note of the moving bag at the professor's desk. Probably that dog again, he figured, turning his attention back to whoever was speaking next.

At the back, Akuma got to watch everyone as they entered, and boy was he glad for it. The girls in this class were CUTE, dammit! Kohaku and Yin from earlier were no outliers-- one girl looked like she had some kind of shark Quirk (an assessment based mainly on her finned tail) while two others resembled some sort of demon, which made for a variety of exotic skin-colors. Of them, there was a single petite girl with an 'ordinary' appearance, but that made her stand out in her own right. Breaking away from those thoughts, he recalled the assorted weaklings and petty bullies who flocked to him in junior high. It would pay to establish himself as one of the strong in this place, so the ones who saw strength in numbers would follow him. That said, the guys in this class didn't seem like much. There was one guy with a potted plant and some kind of living teddy bear-- either a total softie or a psychopath-- a really pale kid who's skin had a strange quality to it, some guys who seemed close to Akuma's size but displayed no distinctive signs of their Quirks-- man, he could not get a bead on any of them. He'd have to play it safe and not approach anybody for now. Noticing a cockroach on the floor by his desk, he muttered, "Cheap bastards dragged us here and they can't even be bothered to keep the place clean." Before stamping it with his boot. and grinding it into the floor. "[Fuckin' nasty,]" he commented as the roach, unperturbed by the attack, simply squirmed out from under his shoe and continued to scuttle along.

Akuma stood as the girl with the horns did, and watched as they cleaned up after themselves. It looked like one of his classmates had a Quirk similar to his. Regardless, they were both cute, which was always good to him. "Yeah, I guess we are going to be classmates." He smiled, throwing an arm around Kohaku's shoulders. "You can call me Akuma." It did not sound like an option. Kohaku was naturally perked-up by more introductions, but she did not expect Akuma to come up and do the same to her as she did to Yin. Akuma had quite the grip, which had just barely grazed Yin's cheek, causing her to flinch once more with a barely noticeable squeal of surprise. Also, his voice came across as surprisingly welcoming as well as slightly intimidating. Kohaku couldn't help but feel a bit impressed. "Haha! I like your spirit, Akuma!" Kohaku cackled as she reached around to Akuma's opposite shoulder with her other arm, contesting the grip that he had on her. Her body movement tugged against Yin as she remained in Kohaku's grasp, making her groan with each shake. Akuma laughed, loudly, at her energetic response. He was more used to girls shrinking away when he got this close. "I could say the same to you. How'd you plow that trench in the ground a second ago?" Kohaku, despite having both shoulders occupied, shrugged. "I suppose I could tell you, but then again, perhaps I'll just have to show ya if we're supposed to demonstrate our quirks. You'd probably only believe me then anyway! Hehe!" At that moment, Kohaku actually looked at where the trench once was, where there was now a patch of dirt laid out in the same shape. "Speaking of which... how long has that thing been fixed?" "Um...." Yin softly retorted, "...I fixed it." "Oh yeah that's right! Thank you, Yin! You didn't have to do that, but I appreciate the thought anyway!" Kohaku's expression hardened but kept the same smirk as she looked back to Akuma, "but basically, to sorta give you an idea of what I can do... I'm kinda hard to stop once I start. Take that as you will!" With a hard wink, she gave Akuma a hard shake of the shoulder before releasing it, "Anyway, I'll see ya in class!" "Um... can I go to class t-" Kohaku immediately released her grip in Yin, "Oh shit, I'm sorry Yan! Go on ahead!" "It... it's y... nevermind..." Yin kept her gaze averted as she held her back against her chest, sauntering into the building. "I'll see you there," Akuma waved as they went inside, but stayed put until they were out of sight. "Looks like we've got a lot of interesting people here," he muttered to himself. "I guess it was egotistical to assume everyone here would be a troublemaker like me. That said..." He looked back up at the school again. "I should probably get to class." *** Literally throwing the door open, Akuma entered the classroom with his head high and his chest out. He wore his jacket over his shoulders and his shirt undone at the top. His tie was nowhere to be found. Wild black hair hung in his eyes, giving only glimpses of blue beneath. He lingered in the doorway a moment before making his way to the back of the class to claim any empty seat he could get in the back row.

Akuma normally enjoyed driving with his dad. Especially since he was finally big enough to ride shotgun, and they enjoyed the same, 90s and 2000s era music. But today there was no music playing in the car. Today there was none of their usual laughter, or much of any talking. Today. Akuma held his tongue in almost petulant silence. As the black sedan rolled through the streets towards Hairo Academy, the man beside him-- of whom he was the spitting image-- did the first talking since they'd left home. "[I know you're not happy about this,]" he said in English. "[No shit, Sherlock,]" Akuma growled. "Maho, [you can't sulk forever.]" "[Sure I can.]" "[Son...]" His father sighed, pausing as they pulled up to the front. "[I want you to know that this doesn't mean anything to me. This school, this program, the implications of it... You're still my son, and I'm still proud of you. You've grown so much since I found you.]" He turned to look at the boy, stern but not angry. "[This is just a situation where our hands are tied, and we must learn to adapt. Look at me.]" Akuma did. His father's eyes were shadowed, but he felt the gaze holding his nonetheless. "[When you step out there, I want to see you hold your head up high, with pride, and show them that even if you have to attend this school, you will excel on your own terms. Can you do that for me?]" Akuma took a deep breath to center himself. Then he let himself smile. "[I can, and I will.]" His father smiled back. "[Attaboy.]" *** Stepping out of the car, Fujaku "Akuma" Maho rose to his full height, hoisting his bags, and opening an umbrella to shield himself from the rain. As he crossed the line onto the school proper, he turned back and gave the black sedan with the tinted windows a thumbs up. It promptly rolled off, his father no doubt on his way home. With his father out of sight, he sighed deeply. He opened the top of his jacket, stripped off his tie and stuffed it in a pocket, and undid his collar for good measure. Immediately the constriction around his chest vanished, and he could breathe. The curse of looking good in snug clothing, he supposed. Glancing to one side, he noticed a girl with horns lying in a furrow in the ground, one she seemed to have ploughed herself. She was in uniform, so that meant she also went here. Approaching, he crouched down beside her so the umbrella was over both their heads. "Oi. You alive?"

Applicant Name: ChampionZero Character Name: Kujaku Maho, aka Akuma Age: 15 Gender: Male [Appearance] Akuma, due to his father's genetics, stands 6 feet clear and weighs 180 pounds at only age 15. With defined features, pale skin and wild black hair that often gets in his bright blue eyes, he's the spitting image of his father, despite still being clearly half-Japanese. He's in excellent shape for his age, the kind acquired through regular exercise. As far as attire goes, Akuma trends toward the stereotypically delinquent, wearing his uniform in deliberate disarray, and casual clothes that mark him out as trouble-- combat pants, boots, a sarashi under his shirt, etc. Akuma, due to his father's genetics, stands 6 feet clear and weighs 160 pounds at age 15. With defined features, pale hair and wild black hair that often gets in his bright blue eyes, he's the spitting image of his parents. He's in excellent shape for his age, the kind acquired through regular exercise. As far as attire goes, Akuma trends toward the stereotypically delinquent, wearing his uniform in deliberate disarray, and casual clothes that mark him out as trouble-- combat pants, boots, a sarashi under his shirt, etc. [Quirk: Tentacles] He can extrude prehensile tentacles from any exposed skin on his body. he has some control over their shape and size, and they can connect, combine, and separate at will. They're boneless, but have incredible tensile strength, enough to break concrete and lift human beings with ease. [Personality] Akuma's personality is, on its surface, exactly as his reputation suggests: that of a delinquent bully and a shameless pervert. He's confident, informal and even friendly at first blush, but when tested or aggravated, his more violent side comes out to play-- and it is far from friendly. He fights dirty but follows his own code, the exact parameters of which are all but inscrutable to an outsider. He has little regard for personal space and loves to make physical contact with people. [Biography] Initially, Kujaku Maho was born to a single mother, and raised for most of his life as best as she could. Nonetheless, Maho developed no actual social skills, preferring to read manga, watch anime, and play video games. This lead to him being something of a recluse during elementary school. Between school years, Maho's mother committed suicide. When his father found out about his existence and his mother's death, he took him in at the age of 10. Having been absent for most of his childhood, he was determined to give his son a path to follow, a strong father figure, and a fresh start. His father taught him how to fight, how to speak English, and even rechristened him "Akuma," a nickname based on the way his name translated to English letters. This ended up becoming his preferred moniker in junior high-- where he went from a four-foot runt to a six-foot goliath delinquent over the course of summer vacation. His newfound confidence and strength made him a menace among his peers, established his reputation in the area, and made him a target for the program. Given his alternative, Akuma "chose" to attend Hairo, and resents the program utterly-- but thinks it might be the perfect opportunity to build a gang of his own. Misc: (Will probably be filled as trivia comes up in play)

inb4 half the players turn into villains anyways just so there's a plot.