Name: Mazu Risuto
Height: 130 Centimeters (4 foot, 3 inches)
Gender: Male
Orientation: Asexual (doesn't know it yet)
Hair Color: Pale blue with purple tips
Blood Type: AB
Quirk: Gateway/Portal
Description: By using his right arm to make an exit portal, and his left arm to make an entrance portal, Mazu can move from one place to another place in an instant by moving through the portals.
Drawback 1) Limited range on how far a portal can be created. Must be within eyesight or no more than 30 yards away, whichever is shorter
Drawback 2) Must create the exit portal first before creating the entrance portal
Drawback 3) Portals collapse immediately after Mazu passes through them, or after 5 seconds if they are not used.
Drawback 4) Jumping through too many portals can cause disorientation and vomiting, especially if the portals are not at ground level
Drawback 5) Creation of too many portals in a small time frame can lead to physical exhaustion
Personal Statistics:
Strength = 1/5
Speed = 5/5
Technique = 2/5
Intelligence = 4/5
Cooperativeness = 2/5
Total = 14/25
My name is Mazu Risuto, and there are 3 rules I have lived the first 15 years of my life by:
#3 = When a person decides they hate me, there is no way to change their mind
In every foster home I've been in since I was 8 years old, I go out of my way to be nice to people and not upset anyone when I don't have to. Even if it means inflicting great stress or even harm on myself. It is not easy for me to make friends, and through no fault of my own, people often wish I was dead the moment they learn my name. That is because I am a descendent of the universally feared and hated Risuto clan.
When quirks first began to appear, my ancestor (Dageki) and his brother (Typhoon) were two of the first people in all of Asia to be born with one, which they used for evil. Using his quirk called 'smite', Dageki could summon a lightning blast from any cloud overhead and beam it down kill a target of his desire, or blow up the building they tried to hide in. The bigger the cloud, the more powerful the blast. By combining his quirk with his brothers quirk, which was storm creation, the two of them killed off rival gangs in an instant, blew up entire police stations, picked off politicians, and slaughtered dozens of heroes who tried to stop them. Dageki's more lasting accomplishment however, was creating the worlds biggest criminal family in history.
All 12 of his sons and all 7 of his daughters were born with powerful quirks of their own, who were trained to maximize their powers for evil. Each became powerful and intimidating in their own right, who would then be married off to other people with powerful quirks under the 'Risuto' name. Within just 2 generations, villains with the name Risuto sprung up all over the world, and carved out a piece of territory for themselves. The Risuto name became so powerful that simply marrying into the family converted the entire bloodline of the spouse into Risuto's. Risuto's committed all kinds of crimes all over the world, ranging from legendary robberies and assassinations to international terrorism and the collapse of national governments.
When my great grandfather and his brother were finally killed, the rest of the Risuto family adopted a code that allowed them to survive. The first was that no Risuto may attack, harm, or undermine the agenda or well being of another Risuto. The second was that no Risuto could demand subjugation of another Risuto family branch. The third was that no member of the Risuto family could act as the head of the entire clan... This decentralization made the Risuto family very independent of each other, so that if one powerful Risuto was arrested or taken down, the rest of the clan was relatively unaffected by it, and another Risuto from the previous Risuto's own family would have the opportunity to step in and fill the vacancy.
In this new time period, the Risuto clan inflicted such calamity all around the world while remaining relatively underground that the family achieved boogeyman-level status. People told stories of monsters that were fantasy and folklore, but now had the Risuto name attached to them, making the name synonymous with evil and terror. When people learned that my last name was Risuto, and that I was a direct descendant from the Risuto clan who ended up in the foster care system after my father slaughtered my mother, people instantly developed a deep hatred of me and wished me dead.
I understood why they would hate me when they learned my name, and I did everything I could to prove that I wasn't like my family. If I defended bullied kids from their tormentors, they would tell me to piss off because they didn't want to be associated with me. If I told a girl that I thought her hair looked really pretty today, she would tell the foster parents she was scared I was going to rape them.
Nothing I did to try to win people's opinions ever worked, so after hundreds of failed attempts, free favors, and genuine compliments, I simply accepted that when a person hates me, they would continue to hate me no matter what.
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#2 = When I can't make a decision, do what All Might would do
Growing up in the foster care system, the foster families I was assigned to rarely had televisions only for children to use, and those that did never let me have a turn to decide what to watch because all of the other foster kids hated me. Sometimes I would not even be allowed to watch TV with others, even if I sat all the way in the back of the room away from everyone else. But the one thing I tried to watch as much as I could, that I would simply could not get enough of where I endured all kinds of abuse from others for not following their rules, was when the TV talked about or showed All Might.
All Might was God to me growing up. No burden was too big for him to overcome, no task too large for him to accomplish, no odds in a situation so bad he couldn't triumph. As someone who only ever experienced failure, watching a legend like All Might only ever succeed didn't fill me with jealousy or some type of envy. It gave me hope that maybe one day, I could overcome constant failure and accomplish something. That one day I would be able to help someone else and not have them tell me to kill myself...
That one day I could help people and give them hope, rather then always be seen as a villain and be hated.
So whenever I had to make a decision about what to do, I would ALWAYS ask myself what All Might would do. The only exception to that rule was if there was actual danger or risk involved, which is where Rule #1 kicks in:
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#1 = At the first sign of danger, RUN, and don't ever look back
While my dream was to always help people, I never believed I was capable of actually 'saving' anyone. All Might was strong, powerful, and could punch his way through any problem with a smile on his face. I on the other hand, at the age of 15, was 4 foot 3 and had the physical strength of a basic 9 year old white girl. If I ever had the misfortune of crossing paths with someone who genuinely wanted to kill me, quirkless or not, I had zero ability to be able to stop them. So I ran. If an adult three times my size so much as looked at me funny, I'd turn tail and use my quirk to get away from there as quickly as possible. I run until I am physically exhausted, too dizzy to stand, or too busy vomiting to keep going. Despite the universe doing almost everything it could to squash it, my will to live was indestructible. You would think that I would have thought about killing myself at least a few times since everyone always told me to do it, but staying alive was the one thing I always succeeded at doing. The one thing I could accomplish no matter what, as long as I tried as hard as I could, was staying alive. It was the one thing I always succeeded at, giving me at least one thing in common with All Might who succeeded at everything he tried.
I also run because I believe my family is after me.
I could never prove it, nor could explain why I believed it, but I had an incredible paranoia that one day a member of the Risuto Clan would find me and kill me. Maybe because I was a liability to the family somehow, maybe because in the foster care system I was no longer a true Risuto and could be killed off, or maybe because I started believing some of the 'boogeyman' stories of how vile and evil the Risuto family is. Would a Risuto kill off an exiled family member purely for sport? It certainly seemed possible from what I knew and heard about my family.
I've run away from foster homes dozens of times because I was convinced that a man who would show up on a street corner once a week was a secret Risuto agent who was spying on me. Other times I swore I saw something in the bushes at night, which was a serial killer of the Risuto clan who decided to target me. In the 7 years I was in the foster care system, the longest I ever stayed at a foster home before running away (or before the foster parents demanded I be moved somewhere else) was 5 months. I never felt safe at any foster home for longer than a few months, even if my foster parents actually loved me. It went against my natural instinct to entrust my lives into the hands of other people, since other people only ever wished to see me dead and told me about it all the time. My quirk was also useful enough that I didn't have to rely on someone else to stand up for me or fight for me if I found myself in a bad situation. With even just 2 or 3 uses of my quirk, combined with my natural speed that constantly running away helped develop, I could be what felt like a world away from anyone who wished me any harm in just under a minute. I didn't trust my life to other people, nor did I ever have to when I had fantastic ability to run away from a problem.
Then, everything changed when the Child Services adviser who was in charge of me recommended this place called 'UA Academy'.