-=-=Prologue Arc=-=-

Chapter 1: Dearil Shlaine Dies Again

Dearil Shlaine woke up wiping the sweat from his brow in his dingy, stuffy little apartment. After about a minute or so of just getting fully conscious, we mustered the energy to peel his blanket from off of him and stumble out of bed into the bathroom.

The man took a look at his gaunt, corpselike face in the mirror and groaned. He inspected his bony frame for any blemishes or marks, and finding none he simply dabbed himself under the arms with a thin mixture of soap and water, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and threw on the closest suit shirt he had at hand. Despite it being the smallest men's size they had at the store that day, it was still about a full size too big for him, so it was baggy around the sleeves and waist, puffing out even after he tucked it into the slacks he had slept in (and opted not to change).

Dearil stumbled groggily out of his apartment, down the stairs and out the door. He opted to take his car to his job today; a many times restored Cadet Grey Volkswagen Beetle. He received a ding on his beat-up old phone as he hopped in the car and went down the way; the sender was 'Central', Dearil's superior(s?). The two only contacted each other by text message, only on burners and only when it was vitally important. On this occasion, the message contained only an address, one which Dearil was vaguely familiar with.

"Heh… Good neighbourhood at least…" Dearil sighed, taking a turn and absently running a red light.

It wasn't a long drive for Dearil, nor was it particularly unpleasant. It was apparent now as he pulled his car over on the curb that the address at hand was a condo, modern in its design and plain in its aesthetics.

Dearil Shlaine entered the condo simply through the front door. The inside of the space was completely barren, with plain wooden floors, bare plaster walls and no furniture to speak of. Dearil sighed deeply as he slid down the wall to sit sadly on the floor. He had expected a cushioned stool at least. The second his butt touched the planks he got a ding on his phone. It was from Central, again.

"I'M SENDING YOU TWO CANDIDATES TO SCREEN PERSONALLY, ON MY OWN RECCOMENDATION. THEIR DETAILS WILL FOLLOW SHORTLY. KILL ANYONE WHO ARRIVES IF THEY DONT MEET THE FOLLOWING DESCRIPTIONS…"

A few seconds later, two more dings and two more messages. Dearil stood and sauntered over to a window, throwing it open and enjoying the breeze on his face. He soon brought the phone up to eye level in order to skim both the profiles, barely reading anything past the names of his two new recruits. It seemed that then, one arrived at a conveniently quick time.

"Shlaine… Dearil fucking Shlaine, huh?" A booming voice resounded off the bare walls from behind Dearil. "Villain alias 'Death Carriage', renowned paddy prick… Am I right?" Guffawed the voice. Dearil did an about turn on his heels to meet its source face to face.

He was monstrously tall, with bulging muscles that flowed out of his animal print tank top. There were scars, cut vertically across and starting all the way down on his wrist, ending up at around his cheeks. That would be to say, if he had any cheeks. Instead, the scars grow more and more severe until it appears they rip through the flesh of his face, revealing the man's teeth and gums all the way to the back and tapering off into what appears like a grim grin. Tracing the face upward, Dearil noticed the man's wide and flat nose, his deep, dark, sunken eyes which glowed malefic red, and his thick brow and slicked back mop of burgundy coloured hair which shone with an indeterminate mixture of grease and hair gel. Dearil realised he'd been staring at the imposing figure for a little longer than comfortable, and decided to reply.

"Yep, that's me," He sighed, scratching his ass at the same time. "You must be Urusai Zebura? Villain alias 'Thunderflash', that right?"

"How'd ya' figure?" Urusai answered.

"I got two people on my list and your name sure as hell isn't Candi…"

"Naw, that'd be me" Giggled a new voice from around the corner. It sounded like a young woman, and Dearil placed her accent somewhere between southern and valley girl.

"Ah, Miss Clementine, glad you could make it," Dearil said, in an uncharacteristically cordial tone. The aforementioned Miss Candi Clementine stepped out from behind the corner. The girl would scarcely be considered 'average' in height and was easily the shortest in the group. Her candy coloured pigtails fell to about halfway down her back which was draped in a thin, overly large and punkish looking leather jacket. A complimenting shadowy-coloured skirt terminated halfway down her thigh, which led into knee high socks of an alternating neon pink and black striped pattern and then from the ankle down into a pair of suede leather boots, the zipper adorning their sides left undone on intention. Not a one of the girls appendages was clear of having a spiked brace fastened to it either, neck included.

"So, what the hell are we doing here?" Candi asked, scowling boredly. Her ever so slightly over-done makeup was smudged in places, but Dearil couldn't tell if that was intentional or not.

"I assumed you'd know that, but I'll tell you anyway," Dearil began. "As you both know already, my name is Dearil Shlaine, and I've been appointed as the division leader for the newly created Villain Society of America Vanguard Action Division. You both, for your own reasons, have been recommended by the central powers to have foremost positions among us in this new venture." He explained. The pair seemed to be listening intently (though in Candi's case, 'intently' was a relative term). "Urusai, you were recommended on the back of your illustrious career and robust record. Particularly that daring prison escape you orchestrated not long ago,"

"Eh, it wasn't that daring. Alarm systems don't play well with me," Urusai played off the complement, though it was more of a humble brag.

"And Candi-"

"Don't say it, nepotism, right?" Interrupted Candi with a scoff.

"I'm sorry?" Dearil said.

"Compared to the 'The Banshee' I ain't done shit. You just want me because of my dad, obviously…" She snarled.

"And he would be?" Dearil asked sincerely.

"As if you don't know, you ass," Candi rumbled.

"I really don't…" Dearil groaned, a sincere dumbass. Candi gave him an up and down look, and determined he meant what he was saying.

"Fine. My father's name is Hector. D. Dorian," She stated, still frustrated she had to state what she thought was obvious.

"No shit!" Urusai exclaimed, becoming visibly excited. He knelt down to get on eye level with Candi. "You're really Candy Man's daughter? Like THE Candy Man?"

"The less I'm compared to him, fuck, the less he's even brought up the better," Candi huffed, crossing her arms angstily.

"But… You're name is Clementine? Wouldn't it be Candi Dorian?" Dearil asked, scratching his head.

"For fucks sake, Clementine was my mother's name…" Candi growled, rubbing her temple.

"Shit, next you're gonna tell me your mother was Queen Devil or some shit, haha!" Urusai laughed heartily.

"Nope, she's just a prostitute. Or… well… she was," Candi's voice trailed off into a slight depressive note. "But that's enough personal information for you fucks. Can we get on with what you brought us here for?"

"Right, I'll proceed with the interview then…" Dearil said, pulling out a terminally crumpled piece of paper from his back pocket and clearing his throat.

"Hey, Candi, do you hear something?" Urusai interjected just as Dearil was about to speak.

"No… why?" The girl replied bluntly.

"I got a little sound in my ears… Like stomping or clunking… I figure we might have company soon…" Urusai relayed, his tone becoming quieter and his stance more defensive. Candi followed his example.

"Yeah… Now that you mention it I got a weird taste on my tongue…"

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Urusai.

"Pigs?" Candi replied

"Yeah. Pigs…" Urusai affirmed. Dearil stood blankly, his slobbish slouching stance not changing at all. He scratched his head.

"Like… the animal? Or…" He said. Then suddenly, a flash of white light and a piercing sound assaulted the senses of the three criminals. A surprise attack, flash bang more than likely. The three all doubled over, the bright white blocking out the vision of Candi and Urusai, and they stumbled back, their heads spinning from the ringing sounds which barely covered the cacophony of shattering glass and gunshots from all directions.

It took a minute, but the sensory assault ceased unceremoniously, leaving Urusai and Candi standing side by side in the back half of the room.

Urusai and Candi opened their eyes to a distressing sight. Police officers, a Special Weapons and Tactics team or SWAT team to be exact, filled the empty living room. Shattered glass from the windows littered the floor, and the front door was in two pieces and ripped off its hinges. Urusai and Candi were surrounded one hundred and eighty degrees around by the barrels of the SWAT's guns.

"Dearil! Where the hell did Dearil go?" Urusai thought, scanning from left to right without trying to make any sudden moves. As if in response to his subconscious thoughts, one SWAT emerged from the crowd, throwing his helmet off to one side so that the two criminals could get a look at his face. It was wrinkled and rubbery, with platinum blonde hair that faded into grey as if someone had done a bad job dying it. He had nasty, beady little eyes and an unsettlingly white grin.

"If you're looking for your friend, he's at your feet. What's left of him' anyway," The SWAT laughed. As thought signalled as such, the rest of the SWATs began to erupt in a fake sounding laughter trailing after their presumed leader. "Thank FUCK for anonymous tip offs, eh?" The SWAT leader sneered.

Urusai and Candi slowly looked down. There on the floor at the pair's feet was the perforated corpse of Dearil Shlaine, his torso ripped to shreds by the gunfire of the SWATs. He had a still lightly smoking six shooter in one hand.

"That's what he gets fer' pulling a gun on us. Now if you two stay all sweet and cooperative I might about be able to get you a pretty cushy 'life without parole' sentence, no promises though," The SWAT boasted brazenly, puffing out his chest.

Urusai gave Candi a sideways glance, as if you say "You got any ideas?" Candi took a moment to survey the surrounding one last time, before replying with a coy nod.

"So how about both of you assholes get on the fucking floor before things gets ugly… eh?" The SWAT's commandeering order was cut short by Candi lunging at him with her teeth bared. A whirlwind blast of whitish pink powder erupted from the girl's gullet, scouring the SWAT's eyes and filling the room like a smoke grenade. Now it was the SWATs who were left blind, and only when all of the powder settled into their uniforms and equipment in the form of a flossy pink build-up did they realise that the two criminals had bolted down two separate corridors. Luckily, they tracked their friends blood into the carpet as they went, giving the SWATs a clear picture of the two's direction for but a while until the marks faded. Still, it was enough to go on.

Yanking a chunk of floss out of his hair, the leader of the SWATs organized his underlings into two groups and sent them off after their targets, while planting his ass on Dearil's corpse as a makeshift cushion.

The SWATs splintered apart from one another, a half going down one corridor after Urusai and another going the opposite corridor after Candi, stepping over the punctured cadaver of Dearil Shlaine as they marched.

One group, the larger of the two in terms of numbers, each surveyed the surroundings of the building with reserved intensity as they turned the corner after Urusai, their weapons primed to fire. The hallway was featureless of décor, but structurally there was a staircase a good while back and beyond that a bend, which probably connected up with the hallway the other SWATs were sent down. Before either of those things though, something glistened in the sunlight streaming in from the window. It was a cluster of white, glistening crystal which shot up from the floor to about waist height. The corridor was otherwise bare, so all of the SWATs attention was focused on the peculiar artefact. One particularly foolhardy SWAT decided to investigate the thing in more intimate detail, creeping forwards towards with his finger on the trigger. As he got closer, the crystal started to melt and lose shape, disintegrating into powder and dust. He was apprehensive to approach any further, until he heard it emit a sound. It was a soft droning, like a whisper. The SWAT leant in closer, putting his ear up to the shards on the ground to get a better listen. Sure enough, the sound was human speech, Urusai's voice to be exact. His speech could just about be made out.

"Little pig… little pig… Look above you…" It whispered. The SWAT was perplexed; he obliged out of reflex if nothing else, and just about caught a glimpse of Urusai as he crashed through the ceiling. A section of wood and plaster was torn from above the SWAT, and came crashing upon him, crushing him in an instant. Above the heap, Urusai stood, grinning thirstily at the SWATs lining the walls. Just as the first trail of blood oozed out from under the second stories now wrecked floorboards, the SWATs screamed into action.

"Y-you scumbag!" Cried one, as he and the others lifted their automatic rifles and pressed the trigger down. Each felt the recoil of their shot, but no bullets emerged from the chambers. Icy cold blood was shot into the SWATs' systems, their weapons were malfunctioning? Urusai stepped down from the wrecked mound.

"It's a shame about your guns being so loud, eh? My quirk shits on pathetic weapons like that," Urusai spat, clenching his fist. As he did so, the muscles in his arms flexed menacingly, like a thick bundle of rope being pulled taught. Another shot of fear entered the SWATs, with some backing down the corridor. One screeched and charged at Urusai while wielding his gun like a club. The criminal scoffed, batting the weapon to one side, and then counter-striking with a rising knee. The SWAT stumbled and tripped, flying ceremoniously onto Urusai's kneecap as he brought it up and around with velocity and magnitude, smashing it against the wall. The SWATs head was squashed like a watermelon within his crushed helmet, which now lie indented into the caved-in wall. Several SWATs screamed and tried to fire another spray of bullets, only for their guns to explode into blasts of crystals in their hands, ripping through their gloves and lacerating their muscles. Urusai delighted at the sight of it, and with a gleeful expression he drew back his head before swinging down his torso and opening wide his mouth.

"MACHINE GUN SCREECH!" A Gatling gun-like barrage of shards bellowed from out of Urusai's macabre maw, tearing down each and every SWAT which stood before him mercilessly. All that remained when Urusai's volley concluded were shreds of flesh and uniform, the pools of blood which once belonged to the unfortunate, and a single SWAT with a luckily apt shielding quirk. He was cowering at the back of the corridor, surrounded by a gossamer barrier. Urusai rolled his eyes and towered over him, eliciting a whimper. The SWAT desperately reached for his radio to signal for backup, but as he brought it to his mouth, his pleas for help turned into sharp impaling crystals in his mouth, as did the cries of pain which followed. A feedback loop of torture ensued, culminating in the bisecting of the SWAT's neck. His head slid off the bed of crystals which emerged from his neck stump, and splattered against the floor, his helmet clattering off to reveal his mortified expression, frozen onto his dead face.

"Gufufufufufu… Little pigs… Little pigs…" Urusai cackled, deftly spitting a small shard of clumped crystals out of his mouth, as well as what there was of a blood and phlegm concoction.

-=-=Character Profile=-=-

Name: Urusai Zebura

Villain Alias: The Zebra, the Banshee, Thunderflash

Quirk: Solid Sound

Class: Transformation

Urusai can convert sounds into solid material. The type of sound converted determines the properties of the material and the volume determines the amount of material or its velocity upon creation. The material will dissolve after a couple of minutes or any time Urusai willingly dispels it. When it does so, the sound it was converted from will be released. Overuse of the quirk causes it to turn on himself, dulling his speech while causing shards to build up in his windpipe. With extremely excessive use, his own heartbeat will be converted, releasing shards into his bloodstream which will result in haemolysis and possibly death.

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While Urusai still was wiping clean his chin, he heard the heavy stomping of hobnailed boots from the other end of the corridor. More SWATs, he presumed, and then as though he had spoken of the devil, they appeared. Three enormous SWATs, with frames like busses and dark black body armour piled into the hallway, filling it with their broad shoulders and heavy weaponry. Urusai took a quick glance at what he was up against and entered a coughing fit, clumps of crystal falling out of his mouth.

"Ah… Crap…" He thought, having perhaps overused his quirk. "Uh… Sweetheart, was it? I hate to delegate hard work to a kid like you, but I gotta take a breather. You wouldn't deal with the filth over there, would you?."

"Fine, but not because you asked me to. And don't call me kid, either…" The girl mewed. She slipped down from the same hole in the ceiling Urusai had made earlier when crushing that SWAT, landing gracefully on her hands and flipping backwards off the mound of rubble to come down on her feet behind it. One of the enormous SWATs at the other end of the corridor decided he had seen enough and raised a shotgun-wielding arm to blast off at the criminals. Candi waved her hand and from beneath the rubble raised a barrier.

The dust obscured it for a moment, but the SWAT was able to make out what looked like an inhumanely large chocolate bar blocking his vision of the two convicts. He cursed internally, and sticky yellow caramel began to bubble forth from out of the gashes left in the chocolate by the SWAT's shotgun blast. Hating sweets, the man retched at the scene before him. Then, before he could even step back to avoid the sickly substance from staining his shoes, the candy dissipated into airborne white powder and was sucked up by Candi through the nostrils. The girl was standing with her hands thrust defiantly into the pockets of her light leather jacket, and she pulled a length of bubblegum between her candy coloured fingernails from out of her mouth, catching it on her teeth and stretching it out an arm's length over and over again, gathering the substance in long bundles over her wrist. The large SWAT snarled, loading another volley into his sawed-off, and loosing it voraciously towards the young woman. She reacted before he even pulled the trigger, weaving the gum between her fingers and stretching them out like a cat's cradle before the bullets could reach her. The projectiles crashed into the gum and nigh instantly lost all their impact and momentum, caught in the soft elastic speed trap of the pliable pink net.

-=-=Character Profile=-=-

Name: Candi Clementine

Villain Alias: Sweetheart

Quirk: Sweets Control

Class: Emitter

Candi produces chemically indistinguishable sugar-like compounds within her own body. She can manipulate their molecular arrangement and emit them from her body to produce constructs resembling varieties of candy, though due to the nature of their quirk these have vastly enhanced properties with often destructive results. This quirk relies on her own blood sugar level to operate, and unless she reabsorbs the sugar she uses after a short while she will experience symptoms not dissimilar to diabetes.

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The SWAT quickly realised the nature of the game, throwing his shotgun onto the ground and reaching around to his back. What he emerged brandishing was a baton of apt size for his colossal stature. The thing was almost as large as Candi was, and the overt exaggeration of its form elicited a raised eyebrow from Candi, which in turn made the SWAT chuckle with sadistic glee.

The SWAT brought his man-sized baton down from above Candi's head, aiming to flatten her against the floor. Candi counteracted with a bubbling, hissing, fizzing mass of sugary brown fluid which she shot out of her mouth in a pressurised jet. The spout struck the SWAT in the face, throwing off aim and balance, tipping him back and making his visor fly off his face. When the spout didn't stop, the SWAT found himself staggering back, while Candi advanced on him nonchalantly.

The SWAT scrambled back on his ass, trying to block the stream of soda for long enough to get a look at what Candi was doing. If he could see her next attack, he could formulate a strategy perhaps. No such luck, the stream puttered out and revealed the girl having not advanced much at all, with no particularly violent intent coming off her. The SWAT fumbled around, trying to dig his baton out of the calf-deep pool of cola which had formed in the hallway.

Candi snapped her fingers, drawing the SWATs attention. Between her thumb and her index finger there was a little off-white rounded tablet which she fiddled with annoyingly. The SWAT snarled at her, before being silenced as she began to speak.

"This little tablet I'm holding…" began Candi, her tone a mote more menacing than it had been before. "Isn't useful for much. Sure it taste fine, and it'll make your breath all fresh, but what it's really good for is a particular physical reaction it can bring about…" Explained Candi. The SWAT's squirming as grasping increased in ferocity with her every word.

"You see, the structure of the sugar in this little beauty makes it ideal nucleation site for the carbon in the cola at your feet." Candi continued

The girl flicked the thing deftly and it plopped down at the SWAT's crotch. The liquid between the SWAT's legs began to toil like an evil cauldron, sending sudden and violent spouts into the ceiling.

"The nucleation reaction results in rapid depressurisation of carbon gas, previously trapped in the cola…"

The SWAT bent over himself, covering his ears and bracing. There was a flash of light from within the pool of cola, and a sudden and intense heat emanating from the point between the SWATs legs.

"And then, a sudden expansion, and an explosive force,"

The SWAT was ripped apart by a blast wave which sent dregs of his blood into the crashing wave which overcame the other two SWATs, both of whom crashed onto the floor at once, their senses dulled by the intense explosion as though a flash bang had just gone off.

"It's essentially…" Candi unfurled her hand to reveal a whole heap of little white tablets, which she tossed casually all over the two SWATs, paralysing them with fear. "Just the coke and mentos thing…"

Candi didn't even feel the need to look as another wave crashed over the two lying SWATs, activating their explosive reactions. They were overcome with rising torrents of explosive bubbles, eviscerated swiftly and without mercy, their blood staining the cola to look like wine. Candi sighed, walking on tip toes and trying to avoid getting her socks wet as the back blast sent a thin wave of cola washing over her ankles.

"Should we get out of here?" She asked Urusai, who was propped up against the wall observing the whole affair.

"That's pretty impressive, the stuff you did back there," Urusai complemented, disregarding her question.

"All the science I cared to learn." Candi grinned. The two returned to the front room in order to retrieve the body of Dearil before leaving. They turned the corner only to be met with the disturbingly grinning visage of the SWAT leader.

"Heh… You dumb fuckers…" Scoffed the SWAT leader. "I'd be mad at you criminal scumbags if I weren't so impressed," He continued, rubbing his chin.

"Oh… I totally forgot about that guy," Candi said to Urusai. Urusai nodded, ignoring the SWAT leader.

"So did I, if I'm being honest…" He said.

"WELL YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING REGRET IT!" The SWAT leader cried, throwing his arms out to his sides. Urusai flexed his arms and went in for the kill, but he was given pause. A dark, malefic energy accumulated around the SWAT, his quirk firing into action, and Urusai felt an intense dread, preventing his approach. Candi felt it too, and she started to back up in fear. The SWAT grinned and licked his lips.

"You know... I think you two just got upgraded to the death sentence…" The SWAT leader cackled. He righted himself from the position perched atop Dearil's body. Then, he stopped. The dark energy fizzled quickly into nothing and the man's hands shot down to his stomach.

"What's the matter, pig?" Urusai sarcastically feigned concern. The SWAT stared daggers at him. The muscles of his core felt exhausted like they never had before. It was like he received a shot of sulphuric acid right to the abs, his entire torso burned furiously in debilitating pain.

The coming of the pain was punctuated by a disembodied voice, wispy and deathly, which floated its way into the SWAT's ears.

"You supposed you were sitting on my corpse, didn't you? I'll tell you now that anything you perceived of me having died was just an image projected from your own brain. In reality the whole time you were 'sitting' you were taxing the muscles in your core to suspend you in a sitting-like position," It said menacingly.

"Who… Tell me which one of you fuckers said that, NOW!" the SWAT leader demanded. Candi and Urusai looked at each other innocently.

"Wasn't me," They said in unison. The SWAT leader growled in anger, another twang of intense pain from his abdominal region sent him reeling.

"This is the effect of my quirk, 'False Death'. It makes people perceive that I've died. Not even contradictory occurrences can break the perception, like me talking to you now…" The voice continued, trailing around the room.

"You… Whoever you are! You don't fucking scare me!" The SWAT leader babbled.

"The only way to reverse the effects of my quirk…" The voice echoed with finality.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Screeched the SWAT leader. He turned frantically, not even able to perceive the danger he was in. Suddenly, the full force of a cannon blast was unleashed into his back. Such was the impact that the fibres in his bullet-proof vest unbundled and exploded on both the back and then as the force carried through his body, doing murder to his insides, the front as well. Blood cascaded from the SWAT's mouth, his nose and his eyes. He attempted to splutter in shock, but his core muscles gave way completely and his torso turned to jelly, causing his to collapse to the floor pathetically.

"Is for me to explain my quirk to you…" Dearil said, appearing out of nowhere and standing over the floundering SWAT leader, a smoking six gun in hand.

-=-=Character Profile=-=-

Name: Dearil Shlaine

Villain Alias: Death Carriage

Quirk: False Death

Class: Emitter

You literally just heard it but…

Dearil can utilise psychic influence when in mortal situations to cause the people around him to perceive him as having died. It affects all sapient beings, ally or enemy, making Dearil essentially undetectable by human means, even if he performs actions contrary or dissonant to that perception. The only way to reverse the effect is for Dearil to explain his quirk.

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"Hey, you two, sorry it took me so long to get back to ya', I had a snitch to deal with," said Dearil. "As for you, that shot was regretfully not lethal," He continued, shoving the gun down his slacks. "And by regretfully, I mean regretfully for you, because now I'm gonna have to finish this like the Neanderthals did it…"

Dearil flexed his ankle, and there was a faint mechanical click from his boots, which suddenly sprouted gnarly cleats, dried blood adorning their rusted and spiky tips. The SWAT leader whimpered, and Dearil gave him a grin and a salute goodbye, before savagely stomping his head into the skirting board again and again, even as it burst and splattered around. Dearil didn't stop until the man's skull was reduced to a paste.

Urusai and Candi looked on in silent shock.

"That was pretty brutal," Candi said a mote of praise tangible in her words.

"Shall we take our leave? I had hoped to screen you here but shit-for-brains down there interrupted us and now were outta time…" Dearil asked, motioning to the SWAT leader, or 'shit for brains' as he had called him.

"Respectfully, I don't think that guy has much of anything for brains anymore," Urusai quipped.

"Heh, funny man, eh?" Dearil responded. Urusai nodded proudly. "To the Death Mobile then… Name pending…" Dearil said, trying to be a little charismatic. They all exited the Condo without a second look, and made their way to Dearil's definitely not legal parking space.

"This is your car?" Candi snorted dismissively.

"Don't talk shit little lady, you ain't superior, you'll ride it the same as the rest of us," Dearil snapped back, lugging a gas can from the back. He unscrewed the cap with a quick turn and a swift flick before hammer-tossing it through the busted down door and frisbeeing a lit match in after it.

The trio turned to pile into the car just as the fireball blasted what remained of the windows out and the complex went up in smoke.

"Good thing there's no cameras around here…" thanked Dearil.

"Where we headed?" Urusai asked, crouching uncomfortably to fit his gigantic frame inside the tiny little Volkswagen.

"Off the radar. This incident is probably gonna draw some… um…" Dearil paused to take a glance out of his window at the blazing inferno which had engulfed the condo. "Unwanted attention. Yeah…"

"Can we get something to eat first?" Candi asked, Urusai's broad body squashing her into one side of the car. She stared out the other window, wistfully ignoring her unfortunate position.

"Fraid' not. I gotta get you to the hideout at a very specific time or Central' have my head, perhaps literally…"

"Can we just go then?" The girl snapped, cracking her window and pressing her face up to the glass.

"Sure thing," began Dearil. He rocked back and forth in his seat, manhandling the stick shift and adjusting the rear view mirror to get a look at his new compatriots. "I'll tell you though. I got a feeling that this is the beginning of a very fruitful professional partnership…"

Candi rolled her eyes, and Urusai just grinned.

-=-=TO BE CONTINUED=-=-

A/N

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Age: How old is your character? Most any age is fine, but be somewhat realistic and have a bit of tact, no lolis or preteens (but super old people are fine because that's cool).

Ethnicity/Nationality: From which ethnic group does your character descend, and from which nation? (A country usually holds many different ethnic groups, even if racially homogenous).

Appearance: A detailed description of your characters full appearance including all details no matter how minute. Image references are allowed but cannot substitute for the written element (So you can include an image link, but saying "my character just looks like this guy from this anime" and a link isn't good enough).

Also include information on the types of clothes they would wear in different scenarios, like when they are out being villainous or just chilling at home. The level of detail here is optional, but give me at least one general outfit if nothing else.

Record: The submitted characters, the main ones at least, are invariably criminals, so what crimes are they wanted for? Have they served any sentences? If you are submitting a hero or police character, instead put career stuff here, like villain captures or rank.

Quirk: A full description of your character's ability. Include quirk type. Give it a distinct weakness which is proportional to its power to avoid OP characters. No quirks that have been used in the main series, I don't care how minor the character if it's been used or something extremely similar has been used I'm not interested. Good practices for making quirks include being sure that the ability you come up with can do atleast one thing no other ability really can. In the main series, for instance, there are plenty of boring identical abilities that just blast fire at people or hit things hard, but nobody else can do exactly what Gentle does or how he does it, meaning certain things can happen only when he does them. That's cool, and it makes encounters more unpredictable aswell as giving characters flavour and making them distinct. Other good practices involve trying to differentiate your quirk's backfire and make it more complex to deal with then a simple stamina meter. Todoroki for instance has to use both of his halves proportionally to balance out the backfire from each individually, adding an additional cerebral layer to his otherwise relatively generic power.

Techniques: A soft extension from the "quirks" section. List possible applications above the base quirk functionality, as well as named techniques that the character would use in combat. In essence, special attacks. Provide at least 3 possibilities, separated by development level preferentially (see development).

Equipment: A comprehensive list of all your characters weapons and armour that they use, how it works and what it is used for.

Personality: A description of how your character is as a person. How they go about interacting with people, how they are seen by others, their philosophical outlook and how it and other aspects pertaining to their actions. Also, some personality quirks that can be used to add flavour to their appearences in the time before they can be known in full detail.

Most Liked: What does your character like most out of anything in the world? It can be an object, person or activity, and don't be afraid to repeat yourself if you mentioned it in the personality or history segments.

Most Hated: What does your character dislike most out of anything in the world? It can be an object, person or activity, and don't be afraid to repeat yourself if you mentioned it in the personality or history segments.

Greatest Fear: What is your character most afraid of and why? Do they have an intense phobia or past trauma stemming from a person or event?

Greatest Strength: What is your character's greatest strength as a person? What tendency or trait do they have that sets them apart and gives them a special advantage? (If we were to go with, say, Goku from Dragon Ball as an example, it would be "The desire to grow, train and improve even in the face of failure and hardship", so something to that effect)

Greatest Weakness: What is your character's greatest weakness as a person? What flaw of theirs causes all their greatest failings? How do they deal with it and are their methods actually effective or toxic and exacerbating? (To once again use Goku as an example,it would be "An incurable idiot who's benevolence often gets in the way of any good sense")

History: The notable, formative events and elements of your character's past. What made them into the person they are today? How did they discover and develop their quirk and other abilities? Why are they a criminal?

Relatives: Some basic information on notable people from your character's family or close circle of friends and allies, for the purposes of future reference. No more than five, and keep it brief.

Statistics: Give me a ranking on the following factors, with the rankings being A to E, with A being the best and E being the worst. S is a theoretical possibility, but for a stat to be at an S rank it has to be at or above All Might level, so generally improbable. Also, include a brief qualifying descriptor for exactly how this rank manifests. A person can be street smart or academically smart, and both are worthy of an A rank, but they could be one and not the other, so clarification is helpful.

Power: Your character's physical strength, not accounting for their quirk unless it's a mutant type and would thusly attribute directly to biology. How hard can they punch someone? How fast can they run a marathon? Do they have what it takes to lift a steel girder off of that helpless civilian?

Endurance: How well your character takes damage, and their general fortitude or their stamina, not accounting for their quirk unless it's a mutant type and would thusly attribute directly to biology. Can they take a full force punch to the liver? Can they do a marathon in one go? How long would they last under torture? How long does it take them to recover from a cold?

Quirk: How effectively does the user utilise their quirk in battle. Are there secrets and abilities they have yet to discover? Is their ability mediocre but used so adeptly that they counteract seemingly stronger opponents? Is their quirk so overwhelming that they often don't have to try in combat and can simply steamroll people effortlessly?

Intelligence: Your characters brain function, to put it bluntly. How well are they going to do on that test? Do they have street or survival knowledge that lets them survive harsh environments with ease? How cleverly can they apply themselves, their abilities and the environment to escape from/ turn around seemingly impossible situations?

Technique: How effectively your character can utilise their physical skills. Can they do parkour up a fire escape to scale tall buildings? Are they a master of martial arts that can disable opponents without needing to use their quirk? Is their every movement as uncoordinated as a drunk flailing around blindly?

Teamwork: How well does your character operate in a unit? How well do they give and receive orders? Are they capable of utilising their abilities synergistically with others? Do they have the charisma and social skills to be around and engage with groups of people?

Plot/Development: Possible plot directions to take your character in plot points you want to involve them with, and/or how they develop as a character through the story. A character is not a static set of traits, and all the best ones change and develop to suit the narrative. When making your character, think, do they have a deeply flawed personal philosophical outlook that they slowly realise is wrong? Do they have to confront past demons in order to become a better person and learn a valuable lesson in the process?

Also, what events trigger this change? Are they faced with an impossible decision that has no right answer and will inevitably change them forever? Must they do battle with an ideologically opposed foe to realise the errors of their ways?

Ideally, development changes the character without altering the essence of what makes them likeable. If your character's most likeable aspect was that he was a lovable, yet total asshole, is developing him into a generic goody-goody not just taking away what made him good? It would be a step forward in terms of him as a person, but a step backwards in terms of the quality of the story.

This can also apply in a more base shonen sense of how much stronger does your character get? how fast do they get there? and how do they get this extra strength?

Additional: This is an optional segment for if there is anything you wanted me to know about your character that isn't covered in the above criteria.