Chapter 0: Forbid

The pain...

The bright of red-orange flaring around him never gave him a chance to forget what just occurred, the flames and sounds of wood collapsing on itself kept him in reality. Yet, this did not stop him from declaring that all this was not real.

It had to be a dream. This was what he continued to chant in his head over and over again as the flames only grew wilder and wilder with time, the sweat rolling down the sides of his face quite evident. With his back against the floor, he groaned deeply, clutching his right arm, it having been blistered and damaged beyond belief from the flames. His skin was already a milk chocolate color, but now, with his previous scars, it was almost could not be identified as his previous color as it was singed black now.

Chi-chi!

Little Chi!

Help me, Chikara!

Even on his back, the temperature rising all around them, his eyes snapped opened in his small opening that was quickly becoming apart of the flames. He could heat their screams for him to help them...but he could not.

He tried!

You saw what happened when he tried! His arm was throbbing with undeniable pain that he felt he would have been better just severing it from his body entirely. It hurt no matter how much he seethed in pain, panicked breaths leaving through his teeth as he rolled side to side, clutching his arm over his chest.

He watch...

He could still see the images of their faces as they were swallowed whole by the unrelenting flames that spontaneously covered the house. Each of them called his name as they were engulfed in flames...

But it was not his fault! He reached for her! He reached for Monaka, but..he just could not reach her. Even as the flames boiled the skin on his right hand and arm, he tried to reach her...

But...he just could not reach her...

Tears streamed down his face, remembering her pale face, it different from his own on because she was his step sister by marriage.

Chikara is his name, and this was what she called even as she was lost in the dancing flames.

"I tried, Mona...I swear I tried..." Choked and dried, he cried out between weak weeps, his chest heaving as he spoke. He couldn't find what he needed to do.

Everyone was gone. His stepfather, his mother, and even his stepsister. Taken away from him in just a matter of seconds he wish he could have taken back even if that meant taking his own life.

Images flashed through his head in thought of how life had turned out for him: watching his father leave, living with his mother until she met his current stepfather, gaining a sister, and living with them in a family run bakery that was below their home. Everything was not the best, and that rose from both himself and Monaka not liking each other much, but it was because their own dislike of each other's parents. The two of them found common ground in video games- primarily in the fighting category. On the stance of their relationship at the time, it was alright, but it was not great. It was not until he fought off a bully for her in order to protect his stepsister from getting her hair cut off.

It made his chest ache to be stuck with the constant images of the flaming eating her alive. He regretted it! He regretted not being born with a Quirk. If he did, he'd would have been able to help them...

But maybe not. All three of them had Quirks and they proved to be powerless against the overwhelming flames, so what would he be capable of doing?

He was fully aware of the flames closing in on him...but he did not attempt to move and avoid them. All he wanted was to scream in agony- in outright pain from the throbbing of his right arm and what this did to his heart. He just did not know what was hurt more, and his dried throat served as an accomplice of not letting him let out his wails.

He laid there on the wooden floor, his eyes squeezed closed, clutching his right arm over his chest. This was what he desired. Ten years old and he was ready to...go. At the beginning of the day, he could say with little hesitation that he did not expect this; no one could expect this. He did not want to live without his family and all he wanted to do was lay on the floor and let everything happen.

With the circulating smoke gathering in the lobby area of the bakery, he could feel his breathing become hitched, coughing lightly, but refrained from causing a fit.

Whatever took him first, he would be the last to complain.

"You selfish fuckin' runt!"

It was a surprise to him to hear a voice break through the whooshing of the flames, the voice unrecognizable by him, having a thuggish tone. Before he could open his eyes, he felt the pants leg of his left leg get pulled, the boy being dragged across the surface of the wood.

He could feel his back grind against the ridged for the door of the shop, his head bouncing against it next to make him groan. It was not before long that the outside oxygen filled his lungs, this forcing him to cough out viciously which allowed him to keep his eyes squeezed closed. The breeze was refreshing, feeling the crisp air graze against his skin and his sensitive right arm.

His mind was a stir, millions of thoughts unable to process what was occurring, incapable of able to find what he wanted to settle with before a single thought made its way to the forefront of his mind.

They were gone...

Feeling his leg drop to the ground, the cold concrete of the ground made its presence known to him, but it was more of the PRESENCE in the area that caused his eyes to flutter open. Amber color searching around, all he could see was the darkened sky, the crescent moon hanging above the world in which he inhabited.

"Hey, runt, are ya just gonna lay there?" Standing at the feet of boy was three men, the one in the middle the one the words had came from. He was a taller man with fair skin, sunglasses in the night time, dark hair almost the color of maroon, and a black, leather jacket with a white design of a diamond outline.

The two guys at his sides were merely there for the guy to look tougher, and this must have succeeded as the collapsing building had gather a crowd of both young and old. There was a line that no one crossed and just watched, holding back their children with no intent on helping.

It was evident that more of the older- more adults of the crowd knew who the three guys were by the diamond detail, murmurs of the "Slum Diamond Gang targeting that family".

But, Chikara remained laying on the ground and on his back, staring his dead amber eyes up to the few stars in the sky that he could pick out.

"Just selfish." The man with the shades just shook his head, his voice very disappointed as if he found out his son had not made it onto a basketball team the two of them really wanted. "That's what got your family killed." Holding up his right hand with his palm facing upward, a plume of flames flickered into existence, litting his face with a new bright orange-red light.

Even with his gaze directed to the sky, he could still see the light of orange flames, this causing his head to lift to see the men standing at his feet. Each of them had this...smirk on their faces that held no regard for human life whatsoever, it able to tell the most incompetent that they'd do it again if they felt a need to. "You..."

And this was more of a growl coming from Chikara, seeing the flames floating above the palm of the man in the middle. Something clicked in his head that made his body move almost off pure instint, even ignoring all the pain from his right arm to push himself up. "You-" Just as he was about to scream this, one of the other men with the same just stepped from the supposed leader and stomped a foot into his chest. "Gah!" He had no chance of fighting against it as the foot almost effortlessly put him back to his back so that his arms could lay sprawled out to the sides.

"Hey, runt, don't be stupid, now." Closing his hand to let the flame die out, the man pulled a combat knife from out of his jacket and handed it to the other guy on his left. "Your entire family had Quirks, and you don't, so what good could you do?" He asked a brutally honest question he had with a grin on his lips. Behind the sunglasses, he watched the boy groan under his underling's foot, seething in pain after what he thought was his adrenaline leaving. "Now, I know I just killed your family and this and that..." He tilted his head left and right, speaking rather nonchalantly about the whole ordeal. "But I sort of need a favor from a Quirkless, pile of shit such as yourself since your mother's debt has been passed onto the next of kin..."

"You gotta be kidding me." Chikara growled, his voice gravely, speaking in a way that most would know he would not agree. With tears beginning to stream down the side of his face as he was forced to lay their, his head was lifted to look at the man. "You just killed everyone that I loved and you expect me to do YOU a favor!"

"Ah, perfect." Clapping his hands, the man nodded. "I sort of expected you to say that, so I prepared a game just for you." He turned around to face the onlooking crowd that flinched when he did this, the man holding his hands up like a showman. "And if you want to participate, all you have to do is step up."

"A game?" These words were lost to Chikara as they left his mouth, fumbling around his head for what the man could be planning. But his wonderment caused him to lose sight of what was going down around him, watching only the man.

And his failure to watch his goons brought about the most deafening scream the boy could produce. "AAHHHHHHH!" Came the booming, high pitched scream from Chikara, his body almost literally quivering from the pain he felt from his right hand. His breathing became hitched once more as he hesitated, scared to look over, scared for what he would find. The pupils and irises in his eyes had become contracted from the sheer pain, both shifting over to his right hand to see that there was a combat knife stuck clean through it and piercing into the cement under it.

Blood left the wound as quick as it was made, but with the knife still in place, not much poured out, but it was enough to be considered a pool under it. Acting on pure instinct once more, his body turned so that his left hand could reach over to the handle of the blade as he attempted to yank it out, but to no avail. From his overall strength and position on the ground, he never lift it out, and this was what made him give up, flopping down on his back.

Everything was beginning to leave him body: The will, his faith, and all reason to keep going. Chikara felt he was supposed to die in that fire with his family, but he was spared the same fate by those that gave them such an end. "I can't..." More and more tears began to stream down, using his undamaged left hand to whip his tears, ultimately using his full arm to do this. "I can't do this." His voice was choked, unwilling to continue. It felt as if a certain part of his heart had become hidden to him and he could not see it anymore. "You killed them all...and I just can't-"

"I'll try."

This was when Chikara froze despite the tears still cascading down his face with his eyes blocked off by his forearm.

The leader of the men was quite surprised, watching as a man walked passed him, dressed head to tie in a robe and pajama bottoms. He was at least in his early thirties and was about his height.

"Honey, no." The man's wife was left behind to hold their child back, both watching with worry in their eyes, but their daughter was much different. She was prancing on the age of teen, but her true age was possibly only nine, so she was more confused on what was happening. Watching as the building lit up the street, she could only feel this...bad feeling in her chest that served to bug her more and more as time went on.

With his arm still over his eyes, Chikara felt something connect with the knife in his hand, this causing him to gasp and remove the arm from obscuring his vision. At his side and on his knees, he saw a man and his smiling face that he recognized easily, but he was too choked up to speak.

"Don't worry, I'll get you out." And with his positive smile, most would be fools to deny him until a certain sound resounded.

Click...

"We're gonna call this game 'Excalibur: The Sword in Stone'..."

The man's eyes widened at the sound of a click was heard and something was pushed against the back of his head, Chikara only able to react with a weak "Don't", while the man's wife began to scream "No" as loud as she could as she clutched her daughter's hand.

"I'll give you three tries." The man said, holding the Smith & Wesson revolver in his right hand, poking it in the back of the head of the man. "If you use up all your tries then we're gonna paint this Quirkless runt's face red."

And never did the helpful man frown as his arms enlarged, becoming quite beefy, both disproportionate to his entire body as he became in humanly jacked. His sleeves tore from the size of his arms, viens that most never knew he had being pressed against the skin.

With a hearty grunt, he tugged on the handle, attempting to pull the blade out, but to his absolute surprise, the knife stayed in place. "Huh? Impossible." He blinked.

"Please stop." In a hapless way, Chikara begged as he turned his head away.

"Please!" His wife called.

"That's one try." The leader spoke, chuckling, his fingers itching to pull the trigger on this ignorant man.

But this didn't stop him. Through the his previous tug had not budge the knife by an inch, he did not stop his attempt to help the boy with his next pull of the knife, this bringing about a deep groan from him.

But the knife stayed intact.

"That's two." In his voice was the grin that could be seen plastered on his features, his index threatening now to pull the trigger due to a single fact that he knew he would not be able to pull the knife out.

"Please...you don't have to help me." Chikara's voice never lifted, speaking as he looked away from the man. "They were my family...you've got your own, so don't die over something that doesn't concern you." He turned to look back at the man to only be surprised by his smiling face, and this caused him to blink.

"See, son..." Even with his wife wailing in the background, he was only focused on Chikara, the boy stuck to the ground by a foot and a knife in his hand. "The Flamigas Bakery was apart of this community and treated all of us with respect...even gave me somewhere to sleep when I was down on my luck...but that was before you and your mother came along."

Chikara just stared at the man. The reason he recognized the man was because he frequently came to the shop and spoke sports with both himself and his father and greeted his stepmother and sister after buying out the chocolate donuts. Much like everyone here, that bakery was something special that he was just too young to grasp.

"This might sound strange, son, but I don't mind helping you out even if I die trying to do this." Gripping the handle of the knife with all of his might, the man took in a deep breath and tugged as hard as he could on it...but, still, it would not budge. This simply made his eyes close, sighing.

"No./NOOOOO!" As this came as nothing more than a whisper from Chikara, the man's wife screamed at the top of her lungs to the point most thought she could shatter glass.

"And that's a-three." The man informed as he pushed the barrel of the gun to the back of his head further. "But, for your valiant effort, I'll tell you why you couldn't lift the knife. It's tied to our boss' emotion and can only be lifted by those he give the right to and those that can match his emotions, so buh-bye-"

BANG!

Blood splattered over his face, splotches plopping down as his eyes widened from shock of the loud noise and the new hole that in the head of the man that caused him to slump over to the side. Chikara remained staring at, not the man and his lifeless body, but the space where he once was at attempting to help.

"I can't..." His wife body went numb, dropping to her knees as her gaze was only on her husband.

"Daddy?" Came the oblivious voice of the daughter as she stood in her place.

"Whooo!" The leader of the man whooped to the sky as he observed the brain fragments laid across the ground, most of the blood having splattered on Chikara's face. Kicking his leg up and turning around to face everyone, he smiled. "Now, who's ne-"

"Stop it!" Chikara screamed, whimpering slightly.

"Huh?" The man grinned, looking over his shoulder.

"I'll do it...I'll do whatever you need, just don't hurt anyone else."

This brought more of a smile to the man's face as he turned to face the ten-year-old on the ground. "Smart, because I was about to start choosin'." He said while tucking the gun at the rear of his waistband. "Now," As he began, his goon pulled the knife from the boy's hand with little to no struggle, the wound open now to leak blood more consistently. "I need you to do something, and since you have no real...anchor holdin' you here, you're gonna come with us...get you all trained up for the next six years." Reaching into his leather jacket, he pulled out a roll of wrapping bandage, showing that this attack was truly premeditated. "But for the night," The man tossed the bandage roll to his feet. "I don't want you to move an inch from this spot and I don't want anyone helpin' him."

Before he could turn around to tell everyone the last part, they were already gone, leaving the wife and daughter of the now deceased man. "Oh." His brows had raised at the sight. "And if you do move, runt, I'll find, and I won't kill you, 'cause that's what I think you want..." With a sickening grin on his lips, he turned his head to look over his shoulder. "...but I'll make you wish you were dead."

And just with a simple snap of his finger, the man was on his way with the two goons in tow.

A heavy, almost crushing weight was lifted off of him in the moments of their departure, leaving him there to release a strong sigh of relief. He did what he could to ignore the bothering pain in both his right hand and arm, laying there in silence until he gave out a deep groan from feeling a pain rush to his jaw.

Though it wasn't a great distance, his body did roll a foot or two, this caused by the wife of the man having delivered a kick to the jaw of the boy with little regret. Tears fell down her cheeks, dropping onto the grass she was now stepping on. One could see the pain, the hurt, the anger in her hazel eyes, seething through her teeth as she stood with her fist tightened.

His body had been rolled over to his left side, so even with him on the ground, Chikara's back was still to the woman and he made no attempt to see who it was.

"You worthless piece of trash!" She berated, standing before her husband as she faced the young boy. "My husband gave his life for you, and you choose to be quiet?! Isn't there at least something you think you should say instead of just laying there?!" Her voice was beginning to crack from intense emotions rising in her.

But all Chikara remained doing was lay there in silence, back to the woman and his hands on the grass, blood turning the green blades red.

"Tch!" The anger in her grew to heights that she couldn't control. "You brat-" Just as the woman lifted her foot to approach him, her hand was tugged back, this causing her to gasp. "Huh?" Even in anger, seeing her daughter's face at her side was enough, but what the little girl said next made her realize that she was acting out.

"Please don't be mad at him, Mom." Using both her hand to hold her mother's, the girl looked through her long, lavender locks that partly hid both her hazel eyes. The look on her face was virtually indescribable, it being borderline a deadpan expression.

It took a moment. It took a moment for the woman to collect her thoughts as she looked into the hazel eyes of her daughter, the fact that she just struck a ten-year-old boy finally donning on her. Anyone would understand how she felt...but that still did not make it right to kick a kid. "Sorry you had to see that, Hitomi."

Coming to a close on the night, an ambulance arrived on the scene, though what absent was Heroes. Someone that could have helped Chikara, but at this point in time, in fear of being hurt far worse than death, he denied the help of the Ambulance that came to pick up the body of the man that gave it his all to help him. With the pain in his arm, Chikara did not do much but lay on the cold grass in wait for when the men to return.

XxXxX-BREAK-XxXxX

Next Morning

For most, the morning came to soon, the sun shining brightly on the tattered remainings of the bakery slash home, having been blackened from the fire, leaving everything charred and burned. Nothing made it out of the fire, and he didn't try much to look if anything did.

It was pointless to look through it when what he wanted to find would not be there. And if they were, he doubted he had the want to see them in a state where they had been eaten alive by the overwhelming flames.

No. Chikara did not do much in his time on the front lawn. He was too worked up to truly get a decent amount of sleep so he sat on the lawn for the entire night, dried blood still splattered across his face. He sat with his knees hugged to his chest, the lower half of his face hidden and his eyes focused forward, brows knitted.

His right arm had been wrapped firmly, covering the entirety of it including his hand, tightening it stiff so that it could heal and not move much in the cast-esque bandage.

Chikara waited. Waited for there return and not much else. What else could he be waiting for? It was not as if he was waiting for his stepmother's pancakes would be waking him this morning or the constant pestering from his stepsister for another game of Tekken. He had grown accustomed to such a routine that he had thrown away his old ways of waking up groggy in the past to wanting to go a few rounds with his sister and eat a plate of pancakes. But this was not something he had the luxury of awaiting this morning.

He could feel his stomach rumble, realizing that his last meal had not been since the previous night, and since he'd initially had school today, his dinner was at 7:30PM. He was uncomfortable on the grass and with an empty stomach, but he did not move. Not an inch.

"I think this is the place right over here."

Though his eyes were set forward, his ears perked at the voice, both of his amber orbs shifting to the left to see two individuals walking along the sidewalk toward his direction. Both were looking in his direction, the female of the two point at his general location.

He didn't have to fumble through his thoughts for long before recognizing the woman decked in a pink and black costume, wearing a face mask that went over her head with a face shield. She was rather attractive, aiming to be in at least her late thirties, her cheeks rosy pink.

She was the Pro-hero Uravity, having graduated from U.A. years prior to this moment and was usually seen aiding the man at her side.

Anyone would be happy to see the green clad and muscular man, but not him. His messy hair was a iconic part of his look as the green locks was things that most recognized in a instant along with his freckles.

He was the current Symbol of Peace, the Number One Hero known as Deku, a foul name for someone so strong, but he guessed it was the man that made the name.

Chikara eyes were half-lidded, watching the two of them get closer and closer to the point Uravity gasped upon seeing him on the lawn near a puddle of dried blood.

Her hands raised to cover her mouth in shock of seeing the boy sitting on the lawn with a swollen jaw and dried blood layered on the right side of his face. The woman could see the ten year old's amber eyes looking the two of them over, but this did not make her hesitant. "Deku, hurry!" She exclaimed, jolting through the grass, unable to ignore this unsettling feeling she got from looking at the boy. His eyes were...unfeeling. For her, it was definitely impossible to tell if his eyes were like this before or not, but she would have to bank on the lesser after seeing everything around him.

"Wait, Uraraka!" Though he did call after the girl, the man known as Deku still found himself chasing after the girl, hearing the squeaks of the dewy grass below his feet. It would not take a spreadsheet to understand things weren't the best, and one could take a single look at the scene and deduct this.

"C'mon, runt!"

Skidding to a halt before the two could reach the young boy, both Deku and Uraraka looked to the left to see a man standing in the middle of the vacant street all by his lonesome. He wore a black leather jacket and sunglasses, standing with his hands in his pockets, his sudden appearance causing the two Pro-heroes to raise a skeptic brow. Who was he talking to exactly?

"Coming."

The voice was dark, filled with nothing but desolation and weakness, but he stood tall at current short height that was average for a ten-year-old.

Their eyes drifted over to the boy to see that he gathered to his feet, not sparing them another glance before walking toward the man.

"Hehe." The leather jacket man grinned, not entirely watching Chikara approach him, but focusing more on those that called themselves Heroes. "Aw, man, I guess you're too late to help the runt." With a hand on his hip, the man put his hand to his forehead. "I heard everything was taken away from him in just one night, so me, being the chivalrous guy that I am, decided to take his in."

Deku had now turned to face the man, getting this weird feeling about how he spoke about the boy that just did not make him feel safer than what the man tried to project. "You-"

"I don't know why the two of you came." With his back to them as he made his way in the direction of the man, Chikara spoke, his monotoned voice causing both Deku and Uravity to blink. "If you haven't noticed, you're a bit late."

"Huh?" Uravity was taken back by the dreary voice that entered her ears, but she found the nerve to speak, her hands up at chest level with both clinched. "The reason we came is because we're heroes and we heard somethi-"

"To who?" Even as the man smiled in pure glee at was being said, Chikara stood in front of him, looking over his shoulder.

"What?" This word left both their mouths almost unconsciously as the two blinked, staring at the young male.

"I was here ALL NIGHT and the only reliable Heroes I saw was the firemen and the ambulance people." Chikara looked over his shoulder. "What makes you think you can call yourselves heroes when my family was taken from me, a Quirkless boy?" He questioned rhetorically, speaking before anything could process. "I hate this man..." Adjusting his directing, he walked passed him, not looking back. "...But...for now, I sort of need him more than I need some Hero the public praises as the Symbol of Peace."

And this left the two Heroes speechless, but Deku was more stuck on the given information that the boy was Quirkless. Like he was years ago.

"Yeah!" The man cheered rather energetically as he grinned widely, pointing a finger at them. "The runt has spoken!" He exclaimed as he spun around on his heels to follow after the kid before taking the lead.

Frozen from the boy's words, the two could only look to one another and behind themselves to see the building, blackened and darkened from the fire.

END

That's the introductory chapter to this little story. This is a planned SYOC that I finally decided to let loose after debating on it and reading stories that I really like that I really feel should be read at this instant. I plan on posting another chapter soon as, for a prologue, this was getting quite long. The rules and Character sheet are below and in bio. Also, if you want to see Chikara's full appearance, I put a description of it below for Chikara Flamigas.

RULES

1. Please send your characters through the PM and title it correctly please and thank you "Character Name, Gender, Age, Quirk" - EX: "Chikara Flamigas, Male, 16, Quirkless"

2. We're in Japan, so no foreigners. Period. If you send one, I'll ask you to change the name. You can have them look however you want, but try not to give them American or any other names.

3. Take you time. The deadline is not until March 1st, so try not to rush characters in. If it seems that way to me, I'll ask you to put more effort into the character.

5. Think about your character's Quirk. Think about the strengths and weaknesses, and try to balance it out. I will allow protègès though. Like a Todoroki and Bakugo type character that pretty much strong at the start.

6. No Gary Stu or Mary Sue. Simple

7. You are allowed to send in up to 2 characters at the most, but make sure if you do send two, they'll have two be of either gender

8. There will be no lemons here of the sort. There may be sexual implications here and there since we're dealing with teenagers, but that's about it. I can imply that they did something, but I'll just leave it to your imaginations.

9. Please explain your characters appearance and try not to have me search through the internet to see how they look.

10. If you can, try to review as much as you possibly can if I accept you character. That doesn't mean I need you to review every chapter, but show me you're around and still reading.

11. I'm accepting 15 characters, making class 1-A total to be 16 including mine

12. Please don't send in no time manipulation Quirk or no umbrakinesis Quirks. They've been done out the butt and am looking for more unique one.

STUDENT CHARACTER CREATION

BASIC INFORMATION

Name:

Nickname(s):

Future Hero Name:

Nationality:

Age: [Preferably 15-16]

Birthday: [Current date is April 23rd]

Gender:

Sexuality:

Voice: [Do they have a husky voice, a high-pitched one, speak from their nose, have a unique voice from their Quirk? And do they cuss a lot, use very formal vocabulary, speak in a certain dialect]

APPEARANCE

Appearance: [Be as detailed as possible. We have a strict rule about this]

Standard Clothing: [Simple entries are discouraged]

Costume:

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Personality(Can this be a solid...lets say...400 words at the least? With more information, I can play you character thoroughly):

Likes:

Dislikes:

Personality Strengths: [Three at least]

Personality Weaknesses: [Three at least]

History:

Aspirations and Beliefs:

QUIRK

Quirk Name:

Quirk Type:

Quirk Appearance: [More like how it looks if activated, mutated, or transformed]

Quirk Ability:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

MISCELLANEOUS

Musical Themes: [Optional]

Other:

Main Character

Name: Chikara Flamigas

Nickname(s): Chi-chi, Little Chi-chan

Nationality: Japanese

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearance: The first thing that is evident about Chikara is his dark skin, it milk chocolate with several healed gashes cut horizontally along his right arm. But what else is seen that could possibly hide the scars are the burns running up the surface of his skin, having caused the skin on his right arm to look quite wrinkly. One other thing on his right arm is a healed stab in the center of his hand, whatever having made this mark gone clean through.

His body is considerably lean, cut from excessive training, it going well with his solid height of 5'9, weighing at least 170 pounds altogether.

Though his father is Japanese, he retains more of his mother's African American feature such as the aforementioned skin color and her slightly fuller lips. Having an oval shaped face, the skin on it is surprisingly clean and clear, the only thing obscuring this being a healed gash going down the left side of his face and along his temple. His eyes are a sharp almond shape, the iris of his eyes a amber color that borders to that of a maroon shade.

His hair sticks in a coarse and coiled state, this highly curled texture being natural for him, his locks a darker purple color. On the sides and at the back of his head, his hair is cut low and just about to the scalp, kept with a clean lineup all around. Standing at the top of his head is where most of his hair is truly at, short dreadlocks having been twisted and locked in place with each of them following their own route and curving in separate directions, some hanging down pass his face while others hung down the sides or curled. The tips of his hair has been dyed a bloody red color, resembling that of a paintbrush dipped into a bucket of paint.

Standard Clothing: When not in his school clothing, Chikara shows his sense of style in his outfit that consist of a diamond nose ring that is pierced at his left nostril. Hanging loosely around his neck is a scarf that is bright yellow in color with both tails of it hanging down pass his chest. Acting as his top layer of clothing is multiple sets that include his first garment being a white Tshirt under everything. Over the T-shirt is a long sleeve, plaid, button-down shirt with the three colors of red, white and yellow, though most of the top was hid by a grey, zipper hoodie that was left open to show that the only button of the plaid shirt that was undone was two at the top. The sleeves of the hoodie were hidden next by a blue jean jacket that reaches almost to his black jeans.

On his hands to hide his scars and burns, he wears red, wrapped gloves, both taking the appearance of bandage wraps with silver, steel plates on the back of his fingers and fist. The steel plate aren't truly just steel plates, doubling as high-frequency plates that allows a punch from him to be quite devastating. Along his full right arm, to hide the blackened, third-degree burns that healed over time, instead of having red bandages to match his gloves, he has dark purple bandage trailing up his arm.

Costume: Acting as his costume in the future is firstly a form-fitting top that acts as a patent leather shirt, it dark purple, the light from things around capable of shining off it. It has short sleeves and tighten just above is defined bicep, the cuff a blood red to match his dyed tips. The collar tightens around his neck, the cuff also the same color. At the center of the top is a golden design for a Kanji of ち, which meant Chi, the first three letter of his name. Hiding the helm of the top is a utility belt, it blood red and tightened around his hips with only to slots that hold his foot long metal poles. His purple pants are slightly looser than his top, the legs rolled up to the knee and kept in place by diamond-shaped kneepads that is a reflective gold much like the symbol in the center of his chest. On his hands, he wears MMA gloves that has a cushion on the front to be a slight protector to those that are hit, the gloves fully red with the same golden ち kanji on the back of both. With it tied in the front, the last thing beside a pair of combat boots that the boy wear is a solid black poncho, it short and barely falling pass his chest with most of it falling down his back and none down his chest.