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incinerates) wrote2015-01-03 06:00 am
INFORMATION + PERMISSIONS ( S72 ).
Name: Bakugo Katsuki
Canon: My Hero Academia
Age: 16 years old ( 20 April )
Bio: Both a talented and a troubled youth, Bakugo was born in an alt-universe Earth where individuals with superpowers, known as "Quirks" exist in approximately 80% of the world's population. He attends THE top-tier high school dedicated to the education and training of its young students to take on the role of "professional hero". Heroism has been made into a public service role, dedicated to protecting civilians from villains, natural disasters and other forms of harm. Heroes must be licensed to be allowed to legally use their powers among the populace, as there are stringent laws that have been created to control free use of often-destructive Quirks. ( WIP )
( application )
IOTA - "POCKET CHANGE" ( Dimension Manipulation )The symbiote-granted ability to manipulate a measure of personal space as inter-spatial storage. The host is able to store a finite number of objects in this space, and can withdraw them at any given time, provided they have use of their hands. At higher levels, the host is able to store a living creature without causing it undue distress or straight-up killing it, maintain multiple spaces at specific ranges or bestow minor "pockets" of space on other hosts.
Side effects of using this power are determined by the size and mass of the objects being stored, and the number of storage spaces allotted at any given time. In order of least to most extreme: host's body mass will increase and reaction time will slow, too much storage used can result in muscle strain, sprains, crushing injuries both external and internal ( ie. broken bones, ruptured organs, etc. ), loss of consciousness and eventual coma, as the symbiote will not allow the host to perish.
If the host fails to consciously maintain the dimension's structure ( such as becoming fatigued, or falling unconscious ), objects that are not physically removed will "rupture" the dimension. This will first shred any physical barriers ( ie. cloth, flesh ) in their way, before being suddenly and violently "voided" ( read: jettisoned like a metric shit-ton of projectiles ) into the surrounding areas. Surrounding hosts or bystanders may be damaged, with escalating levels of destruction depending on level of power, size, type and quantity of stored items.( RANK I. ) Objects that would naturally fit inside of a pocket can be stored; small objects can be stored indefinitely, provided that the host consciously maintains the dimension's structure. Control is tenuous, at best. The host can handle combined mass of objects 10 - 30 times his body weight within the dimension before strain overtakes him. The host must be the one who physically places each object inside of the dimension and must then consciously maintain it.
( RANK II. ) Objects that are no larger than a large dog can be stored; Rank I-type objects are indefinitely and subconsciously maintained. Large objects can be consciously stored for around three hours, before the host must remove them. Host can handle combined mass of objects 31 - 60 times his body weight before strain overtakes him. One other host within the nest can have a Rank I-type pocket dimension, maintained via mental link with him.
( RANK III. ) Objects that are no larger than a refrigerator can be stored; a single living person could be stored safely. Small and large objects can be stored indefinitely and are subconsciously maintained; massive objects can be stored for around two hours, before the host must remove them. Host can handle combined mass of objects up to 90 times his body weight before strain overtakes him.
Up to two other hosts within the nest can each have a Rank I pocket dimension, maintained subconsciously OR one host within his immediate brood can match a Rank II, maintained via mental link with him.
OF NOTE: the ability is not linked to actual, on-your-person pockets; it is a space within his/your physical form
BROOD ( AVIOR )
I. HIMSELF
II. PETER NUREYEV /
III. ELLIOT ALDERSON /
IV. JOSHUA BRIGHT /
V. MARIE D'ANCANTO ( ROGUE ) /
VI. ??? / ???
NEST PERMISSIONS --( So, you’ve just picked up a stick of lit dynamite with your bare hands - but, it’s okay. You’re able to discard it before it hurts you. ) Bakugo’s mind is a lively, burning thing with a depth of potential - it could either be a bonfire that nestmates could be warmed at, or a pyre upon which their corpse will be discarded. He bleeds resentment, anger and a deep sense of independence that clashes violently, often painfully, with the symbiotic presence. Even nestmates may feel injured by how consistently he rejects the stirring of camaraderie between Bakugo and themselves ( don’t just decide things for yourself, he roars, you haven’t earned the right-- ).
BROOD PERMISSIONS --
Bakugo is, very clearly, a volatile teenager. He toes the line between a child, caught at the very edge of his yearning for adulthood ( accomplishment, respect, power -- ) and a young man still warmed by his relative innocence. While not erratic in mood, he’s obviously used to hotheadedly escalating situations until someone either gives in to him, or finds a way to get out from under the force of personality that he is. He appears to be rude, sometimes cruel in word and action -- however, nestmates will glean that no part of him revels or relishes in that wickedness. The sense of his curtness and attitude being a symptom of something deeper, just out of their understanding, will reach them.
Nestmates will also, at times, be able to uncover the sense that he’s just not listening to what they’re saying, and it’s unclear if he’s just disinterested or if he’s simply rejecting offered conversation. They’ll pick up on the brief, blurred figures of his family: a mother he strongly resembles, and a father with gentle hands. There are a handful of people his heart feels close to, but any attempts at discovering any of their identifying attributes is met with immediate hostility, defensiveness and the sense of flesh and bone being blown off one’s body.
His emotions are free things, unhidden. They spring forth with vicious honesty, though he keeps the majority of his core person hidden behind layers of barbed wire, landmines, fire-filled trenches and attitude. Arrogance, pride, condescesion - these are all things a nestmate will be slapped in the face with, the moment they start poking and prodding at his mind. Among all of that heat, however, there is something golden, that beats in time with his heart -- it will resonate strongly with nestmates who have meaningful thoughts or memories of heroes or heroic figures.
* TL;DR - Nestmates will totally get that Bakugo is a bonfire of complicated teenage hormones and hostility built to protect something golden at his core.( So, you’ve just picked up a stick of lit dynamite with your bare hands - but, you’re unable to cast it aside. ) Broodmates are able to pick up everything previously mentioned for nestmates, but with deeper clarity and understanding of the root of Bakugo’s attitude and hostility. There are routes through the flames that can be cautiously traveled, deeper into the knots and tangles that he has himself tied up in. He fights back, highly aggressive and vicious, even when those who are considered “of him” begin to prod deeper. Teeth and fists and explosive might, as if the closer someone is to him, the less he wants them to see what he hides down in those depths.
MENTAL IMPRESSIONS --
There is a reluctance in him, a dragging of his heels, a sullen refusal to look inwards, manifesting as a glaring, painful lack of self-awareness. Bakugo’s emotions are bright, surfacing things. Glittering and hot, like the first rays of sunlight on permafrost, simply unable to root any deeper to unthaw what’s been hidden below the surface. Broodmates are naturally able to chip away at this shell he’d built around himself, and once they dig into his innards, they’ll find rot and decay. Strangling, tar-thick guilt that’s steadily ripping into the soft things inside of him, pushing him to lash out, to defend that golden kernel of heroism that was built so firmly on the broad, strong shoulders of the Number One Pro Hero. He is choking on it, going mad because of it.
Somewhere in there, he’s either done or believes that he’s done something unforgivable. Something so terrible, that he deserves this existence among losers and murderers and freaks.
Where nestmates pick up on the sense that he’s not listening to them, broodmates will know the truth of it. Bakugo’s world is muffled, muted. There is a constant ringing in his ears, a constant struggle to pick out words in a sentence, the heavy weight of his deaf status mingling with an ego that’s been lamed, crippled, cruelly wounded by fate. Brood will understand him better than most -- the exterior he presents is not an offense, it’s defense. He guards a deep rift in his psyche, a burdensome sense of self-loathing, desperation, inferiority and fear that has festered and built on the back of praise and idolization by his peers, the unwillingness or unwittingness of his teachers and mentors to curb his violence and pride. The sudden destruction of that pride, when he came face to face with other students who were as power and as full of potential as he was, if not more so.
Deep down, there's also a growing sense of change -- hindered by his guilt and inability to unpack his own problems. He wants to win, he wants to be unstoppable, he wants to be powerful -- feared and respected all in the same breath, and his brood will be the first to know how he wants to protect them. Though he doesn't have the emotional resources or capacity to either convey that to them, or to understand it's what he wants to do.
** TL;DR - Broodmates will pick up on the deep, psychological schism between Bakugo's outer ego and his inner fragility, the fledgling urge to protect and defend while having no emotional capacity to properly do so and the fact that he is predominantly deaf, which he keeps very, very carefully hidden from most people.
Take your pick.
Such a marvelous Quirk, befitting of a true hero! The sense of eyes upon him ( his face, his body, his every action -- ): prying eyes, judgemental eyes, pitying eyes, gentle eyes, condescending eyes, proud eyes, jealous eyes. A child’s wrist in the too-tight grip of someone years older, laughing in his face ( let’s see it,, it’s said, everyone says you’re so special, let’s see how great you really are -- ). Fading bruises and scars as badges of honor, of pride -- starry eyed peers gathering around him with praise in their sycophant mouths. The taste of muck in his mouth, between his teeth for weeks and weeks - muck and slime engulfing his body, crushing restraint; restraint, chains and a muzzle before his peers, before his teachers, the aching complex sense of being seen uncoupled and humiliated -- his vulnerabilities publicized, lessons in humility that root in an unseen, known shame. Hands on his body, one finger away from procedural decay - the rotting of his skin to match the spreading rot in his heart. The bliss and beauty of his power, crack-boom, there is heat and light and flight and majesty in him. He is amazing, awe-inspiring, powerful. Aloft and above all others, until the hand of a shrub-haired boy with a mocking smile grasps his ankle and clutches tight. Anchoring him, tearing at him to bring him down, ( you bastard, he fights, until he’s bloodied and wild-eyed, you bastard, let me go, how dare you-- ). The scent of heavily-spiced curry on the stove, his mother’s slender shoulders and the delicate line of her neck as she stirs the pot -- he’s just like her, he’s always wanted to be like her -- his father’s ink-stained fingers, glasses smeared by his eyelashes, the soft-hearted cornerstone of his family -- he’ll never have his father’s gentle hands. Broad shoulders, blue-and-gold costuming, I’m here, young Bakugo!, his idol his idol his goals and hopes and dreams and he put them all on the strong shoulders of a man that he brought to his end, he caused it all, it’s his fault. The blood in his heroes’ mouth, the costume sagging off of his skeletal limbs, wounded and limping on ( you’re next, he points to nothing and he points at the boy standing besides him, the one sobbing like his heart’s been broken into a million pieces, the boy with hair like a shrub and a condescending smile and bakugo knows, he gets it, he’s realized it all along and how dare deku cry so freely, when he’s the one who’s shattered just as much -- ). Green and orange and black and the weight of his gauntlets and sweat dripping along his spine, combusting and burning until his arms ache and his mind spins, giddy and free.PERMISSIONSPhysical Affection: Acceptable, though it doesn't seem to register to him as something that exists. Announcing intentions helps him not lash out in defense.
Physical Violence: Ready for it. Excels at it.
Romance/Relationships: Single, and absolutely ignorant to the concept of "mingle".
Thread-jacking: I'd prefer a head's up, thx.
Back-tagging: Always.
Fourth-walling: Within reason, please. When in doubt, ask me.
Offensive Subjects/Triggers: I'll communicate them openly, don't worry.
Anything Else? Questions, concerns? PM or PP me. Want to discuss something in particular, let me know!
I play Bakugo as partially deaf. As someone who is hard of hearing/partially deaf as well, I utilize both personal experience and investigative research. I do not claim that I will get everything right at all times in my writing.
I am very interested in conveying and continuing to explore what it means to be hard of hearing and how one interacts with their environment and their relationships while being so. I will always be adjusting, researching and unpacking my own preconceived notions of what it means to be disabled in this way, and promise that will do my best to represent this status faithfully and respectfully.
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QUIRK ( USE & TRAINING ).
SYMBIOTE SKILL/S ( USE & TRAINING ).
OTHER TRAINING & ACQUISITIONS.
TRAITS ( PICKED UP FROM BROOD ).
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PERSONALITY & INSIGHTS --
"PARTIALLY DEAF" & WHAT THAT MEANS --
TECHNICAL INFORMATION.
HEARING AIDS.
EXPERIENCE & MANAGEMENT.