Ember Route Trigger Model Hook Again
"Don't yous run into? I'1000 going to save you... All of y'all... my precious Humanity~."
Name: Miko Danvers
Alias: Yandere, The Seven's Sister, The 2d.
Nicknames: "That Crazy Bitch", "The Pink One", "The Girl in the Skirt", "Twin-tailed Terror", " Her ".
Historic period: sixteen (physically) (true mental age unclear; given her vast skillset, assumed 20's)
Gender: Female
Personality:
Cheerful and peppy on the surface, she is even so equally capable of becoming psychotic and murderous on a dime and is incredibly unstable and overconfident. Despite any show to the opposite, Yandere is under the impression that she is acting to save the earth and seems to believe that she can avert some unnamed "apocalypse", which she has failed at multiple times. Assuming her claims most her power are right, this, understandably and then, would be the chief reason she is batshit insane.
Despite this, nether the vast majority of circumstances, Yandere is incredibly well equanimous and controlled in her mannerisms. If she's interim eccentric, that'southward usually considering it's what she wants others to run across. She frequently wears a gleeful grinning, a smile that tends to stretch to psychotic levels once the adrenaline hits and battle is joined. Information technology is rare indeed that Yandere ever truly takes her opposition seriously. After all, with her power, why should she? Even when seriously injured or seemingly inconvenienced, all she will do is smile and smirk, fifty-fifty offering a peppy mocking congratulation or two. She is quick to dole out nigh genuine sounding praise to her opposition, but anyone with any conception of her ability can be well enlightened it's likely not anything she's not seen before and clearly overcome.
Under no circumstances has Yandere ever shown a unmarried iota of genuine fearfulness or distress that has been witnessed past the infamous day of her Trigger Event. Though, she will sometimes feign such with her opponents to lull them into a imitation sense of security. Truly, given her concrete limitations, it is all too easy for others to underestimate her, particularly first-time opposition. She is a crafty schemer at eye, e'er poking and prodding at her opponents verbally, teasing out their mindsets to determine if they are worth keeping around for the "K Program" and the betterment of humanity every bit a whole. Fifty-fifty while she's having a rip-roaring skillful time messing effectually with her enemies, she's also scouting them as allies in her quest. If they pass, she's more than willing to throw down the hatchet to try and bring them into the fold, and with her ability to effectively wholly analyze the psyches of others through trial and mistake, to an outsider, she may announced to say exactly the right things at the right time to make her case seem all too reasonable.
Regardless of her methods or seeming amorality, Yandere desires to salvage humanity to a higher place all things. To her, it is her one true calling in life, and no sacrifice is besides great in the service of that goal. Her only worry, one she has pushed to the backburner for the time being, is what she'southward going to do with herself one time she succeeds. What volition she do after? What burnt bridges volition she need to rebuild? In one case she's washed the human action, what is left for her? What kind of proper profession would she like to undertake? And once she reaches the end of her life, can she even die of old age, or will she be forced to redo things all over again?
Existential concerns aside, some part of her hopes that she'll make some genuine friends along the way and actually have comrades and loved ones at the cease of things. While saving the world certainly takes priority for understandable reasons, she'd also like to accept a boy-or girl-friend to settle downwardly with. Honestly, at this point, she's non super picky either way; it's just a little difficult to go people to take your advances seriously when you're an infamous serial killer. She'd like something genuine, but mayhap that'due south request a lot...
Sigh. "Ah well, here I go a killing again~!"
Advent:
Civilian: A 5'6", 140 lb. raven-haired half-Japanese-Caucasian teenage daughter with blue eyes, she is someone who has been thoroughly smacked with the puberty stick in... certain areas (cough) She is able-bodied beneath her frequently deceptively covering clothing, despite appearing almost equally delicate as she is busty, and wears her pilus in unmarried ponytail. Fifty-fifty in this state, she tends to favor bright, cheerful colors, and she has plenty taste to avoid existence garish well-nigh them. Though, dark tops with light bottoms also appeal to her. Skirts are an unironic staple of her wardrobe, forth with a multifariousness of snug, form-fitting sweater shirts, sometimes turtle-necked. She commonly has at least a few knives concealed somewhere on her person.
Cape: In all reality, her civilian guise is donned with incredible rarity. Most of the time, she boldly goes where she pleases with her hair dyed a bold pink and pulled upwards into a pair of ponytails with bowed ribbons. Aside from that, she typically wears a at present ominously distinct white and blue Japanese schoolgirl outfit. On start glance, it would be assumed to be a cosplay, if non for the fact that Yandere has taken a known trip beyond the sea before to obtain it past questionable ways. Certainly, if nix else, she can't be said to half-donkey her image. In addition, she dons an intimidating number of knives, both throwing and not, beneath her skirt strapped to her upper thighs, and she can usually be seen with a volume pocketbook slung over ane shoulder and sometimes a fanny pack hanging from the back of her waist, the latter commonly simply in the case she seems to be expecting a fight. The fanny back is normally holding some handy odds or ends that just conveniently help her situation as if she were fucking Dora the Explorer.
While her ability and infamy amidst government agencies means having an bodily secret identity is generally a pipe dream, Yandere occasionally will whip out the makeup and some spare wearing apparel and take an bodily peaceful night out on the town. A casual potable with some other here, a playful movie there. If she wants to disappear into a crowd, she has the ways and the knowledge to make it happen, even while under intense scrutiny.
Biography:
Our story begins thirty years past. It was the early 1990'southward, and the chaos of the emergence of the Parahuman miracle had roughly settled downwardly. After lxx years of lessons learned chop-chop and harshly, some level of true order had been restored to the world. Though villains had crawled forth from every crevice, heroes had risen to meet them, and the globe, in turn, rose to support those heroes in whatever way they may.
The world had recovered, and though not all was well, things were improving. Until ane day...
That terrible mean solar day was the first Herald assault, or every bit it has been commemorated in Nihon, Carmine Day; a grim reference to the streets, running red with the arroyo of the goliath entity... The destruction left in its wake slew millions and left the entire nation shell-shocked and battle scarred, reduced to a 2nd earth country. Though the infrastructure of the island nation wasn't completely ruined, they had been completely unprepared for an attack of such calibration, and with their already low birthrate, even 30 years subsequently, their population hadn't bounced back.
It was into this devastated nation that Maki Fuma was born. She grew up in a nation struggling economically and nationally, and she had no desire to stick around. Far from 1 to permit herself to be shackled be tradition or nationalism, she fled to the Us at the kickoff available opportunity and came to settle downwards in the State of Oklahoma. Having come up from a struggling land, Maki knew of hard word, and in the far more prosperous America, that served her well. She got a job, went to school, went to higher, graduated with honors and married well, taking up her husband's surname of Danvers. The life she led couldn't have been chosen more than upper eye class, but information technology was hers and one she was content with. And soon enough, she was having her first kid, a brilliant young girl named Miko.
As she grew, Miko came to internalize her female parent's standards of hard work and conclusion. She learned to value the will to push through all obstacles, to never stop fifty-fifty if one stumbled. She learned of her mother's quondam home and came to enjoy indulging in their media and culture, even every bit she never took what she already had now for granted. She was a cheerful soul, who made friends hands and scored well enough to make her classmates wonder about the memes of Japanese grades. Her life was expert, peaceful, bated from the occasional inevitable Cape shenanigans; though she was never unlucky enough to exist nearby or collateral.
And then Gaia attacked.
In the aftermath, her home and family were gone, razed to the basis and crushed, the city flattened beneath the Herald's wrath. With nowhere to go and no-ane to turn to, the young madwoman did what she could to notice a new purpose in life. And though it took years, years of resets and mishaps, deaths and hardships, she soon encountered information technology. A horror. An apocalypse in truth. What she saw in the grim-dark future of Earth Bet, she could not overcome. They were non ready... not every bit they were, not while weakened past the countless interpersonal wars and grudges of homo, not while Heroes and Villains alike played their games, not while the Heralds were left to their own devices to further upend flesh'southward support construction.
Miko looked upon information technology all and came to know that she loved humanity more anything else. Even if they hated her. Even if they killed her over and over. Even if they collection her out and rejected her, she wanted more for them all the same, wanted better for the world. It had taken her all too long, but even her ordeal nether Gaia had not destroyed her heed and soul entirely. No, though she was reluctant to always face the mountain again, much less a Herald at all, her will had been hardened under the pressures of life into a shining diamond of determination. She had get -if not whole- then something more than a pile of shattered drinking glass and psychotic edges. To return was to lose everything. To stay was to lose everything. At to the lowest degree with the former, they would accept a adventure.
And and so, saying cheerio to what few loved ones she had, she reset. And reset. And reset. And reset. And reset over again. And once again...
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And when she finally stopped?
She was back, the wrath of Gaia fading in the distance, her home aging all once again like a returning nightmare.
But she turned away from the past... and faced the time to come with a steeled spine and a mad glint in her optics.
Something was coming. Something humanity wasn't gear up for.
Just maybe she could change that...
No matter the cost...
She had to.
Powers/Skills:
- Athleticism : Her limits are constrained primarily by her physical ability as a base of operations human. As such, information technology has served Yandere well where possible to go on up a strict preparation regimen to push what limits she can. Her manual command of her body ways, withal, that she tin can override her muscles' natural limiters and briefly perform shocking feats of ability... at the cost of damage to herself, of course. Simply in the correct circumstances, the trade-off is worth information technology.
- Insane Hurting Tolerance/Willpower : Yandere's hurting tolerance can best be described as: "Y Due east S". Due to her horrific Trigger Event and the many many horrible deaths and injuries she has finer suffered since and had permanently carved into her memory, she will not so much equally flinch in the face up of full-throttle torture porn levels of horrific brutality being inflicted upon her. She'll be distinctly annoyed at the inconvenience of the injury itself, sure, but information technology'south just another mean solar day at the office.
- Martial Arts: Anything Goes : While non a proper practitioner per-say, Yandere has committed a vast quantity of manus-to-hand fighting styles to retentivity. She is the equivalent of a acme-tier black chugalug fifty-fifty without her ability informing her musculus memory, and her gainsay style is in turns highly unpredictable and playful or brutally efficient... and still unpredictable. Sometimes, if she'due south feeling cute, she'll even memorize her opponents' attacks during the fight and immediately apply them in return, just to mess around.
- Polylingual : She can speak nearly every language, and those she can't, she appears to learn the basics of within subjective seconds.
- Skilled : If it tin exist learned past a mundane human, she probably knows the basics at a minimum, and can correct whatsoever deficiencies in what appears to be an instant. Medical techniques, piloting, gunfighting, tracking, smithing, hunting, building, cooking, parkour, operating high tech machinery and Tinkertech alike. You proper name it, she tin can do it. In the instance of Tinkertech, information technology'southward quite literally just an effective matter of trial and error for her, before she appears to operate or identify it perfectly as far every bit anyone else is concerned.
- Unreadable : Her accented control of her body language ways that when she genuinely wants to deceive someone, it is literally impossible to see through her downwardly to a hormonal level without a directly upward truth/prevarication-detecting ability. Technological lie detectors tend to fare no better than a regular person.
- Groundhog Day (Thinker/Shaker(?) 12) : Yandere's power, which she openly boasts about, is what she claims to be genuine time travel. While proof one manner or the other has naturally yet to be obtained, her ability at to the lowest degree effectively mimics as though that were the truth. I way or the other, she is either telling the truth, or she is a Thinker of truly cool proportions. In exercise, until proven otherwise, she volition be assumed to be the latter for everyone's peace of mind.
Her claim is that anytime she dies -or even someday she wants, she is thrust back in time upwardly to a full twenty-four hour period... and she can proceed going with no cap other than the day of her Trigger Event. Her power also gives her perfect recall and muscle retentiveness. What this translates to is that she can retread the exact steps of whatsoever and every encounter, retrying any and every hardship or failure until she wins. In essence, she is a monstrously powerful combat Thinker and Precognitive who is always living in the "winning" timeline.
As a result of her perfect recall and muscle memory/control, Yandere is capable of learning nearly whatsoever skill or slice of data in what appears to be subjective seconds, even instantaneously. Her effective precognition ways she can commit to absolutely insane tactics, earlier "undoing" the consequences and retaining all the information she has gathered. In event, there is no system she cannot penetrate, no password she cannot divine, no secret identity besides hole-and-corner or sacred. If she wants to know something, it is literally impossible to stop her from learning it without storing it away off-world/dimension, and even then, you're assumedly only ownership fourth dimension from the inevitable. It tin generally be assumed that she will always be aware of the verbal limitations and functions of her opponents' powers and be prepared to counter them.
Even were her active powers to be shut downwards, according to Thinkers, she would retain all the data and skills she has gathered, forth with the imbued muscle memory, giving her a comparatively extremely favorable position from which to retreat or otherwise survive until she can regain her power and "undo" the incident.
At present, at that place are no known methods of evading her power's detection. Every bit her power is proven to be capable of conspicuously targeting fifty-fifty the Heralds, the vast majority of even highly specialized Strangers are incapable of evading its gaze in plough. Even when she is seemingly otherwise unaware of their location, Yandere has been noted to "burn down blindly" and kill or disable potentially troublesome concealed foes without fifty-fifty the slightest amount of notable attempt.
She has proven on multiple occasions to be able to accurately predict the location of Herald attacks over a day in advance and narrow down the alternate targets in the case that the original is avoided in response to her prediction. She has also been able to determine the Heralds' specific targets/the purpose of a given attack and the fallout of failing to stop them.
- Unrestrainable (Trump/Mover 9) : Yandere'southward power possesses an automated trigger part, preemptively defending her from any outcome that would shut down, weaken or otherwise hinder or negate her access to her power. To be articulate, she is not actually allowed to said effects like Null Trumps and Masters, merely her ability effectively ensures she always knows they are coming and allows her to never actually be caught out in a position where they tin can catch her. This consequence triggers against more than than just other powers, and it is decisive enough to preclude her from existence meaningfully imprisoned, trapped, or disabled by other means, including paralysis or unconsciousness. In the case of the latter, notably sleeping, her power even so triggers automatically if she would be put in a situation thereafter from which she couldn't awaken for an unnatural period of time.
Other: Favorite ability sets involve time stopping or manipulation. Though, I'yard becoming a big fan of speedsters as well.
Source: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/187927-the-wards-a-grimdark-teenage-superhero-story/char
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