The city was in ruins, a proud laugh echoing through the wrecked ruins of the city, lightning seared the very eyes of the spectators, steel decaying into brittle dust. This is the story of how we became the world's greatest heroes. It all started right after we graduated V.A, a very cheap and average hero school. Since we were incapable of going to a better school, we chose the cheapest option. However, our story starts with four young heroes, fresh out of school and in our hero agency. Our names, well our hero names at least, were Vladimir, Tornadus, Void, and Jet stream. This is our story, the story of how we rose to become the greatest heroes.
July 16 2018 location Tokyo Japan
Gabe Smith, hero name Vladimir, quirk blood manipulation, woke up in the bed of the Rouge Heroes agency, the agency he and his friends had combined their money to make. Business had been slow, due to their out of the way location, shabby building, and how fresh off of high school they were, it had only been a few months after they graduated and obtained their hero licenses. He walked over to the three other beds and casually slapped his other three colleagues, Joe, Kalen, and Wil. Each one got up, and, in the case of Joe with some cursing, and hurriedly put on their hero suits. Gabe's hero suit was a red cloak and blood filtration devices that looked like armbands. Joe's, aka tornadus, outfit consisted of a simple leather shirt and greaves, many steel pipes woven in and around him to cover him and compress his quirk to be stronger. Wil's, aka Void, outfit was a hooded cloak with traditional maroon japanese style pants and a shirt of the same color. Kalen wore a fancy white tuxedo, with a white tie. Gabe and his allies walked down to eat breakfast and check the mail for any jobs they had been given. Gabe took a bowl of cereal, and sat down, his platinum blonde hair falling across his blue eyes and his muscled body. Joe took some toast, his brown hair framing his sapphire eyes, his steel tubes covering his fit body. Wil started munching on an apple, his ethereal arms and legs swirling about him, short black hair and brown eyes surveying the crowded kitchenette. Kalen, with his quartz eyes and scruffy brown hair, took a seat next to Joe and made a sandwich. Each person was doing their regular morning thing, Joe munching indiscriminately, Kalen reading the junk news, Gabe checking for jobs, and Wil reading the newspaper. "Hey guys, we got a job." Gabe said, each of his friends raising their eyebrows. "Some low class villains are causing a ruckus about fifty miles from us." Gabe and the others went outside, Gabe shouting to Wil to make a warp gate to the scene since they weren't successful enough for a car.