A/N: What's up? Impostor here with another SYOC, this one for My Hero Academia. The setting is Canada, and the heroes are all new. Read it through for more info, and check the bio at the end of the chapter if you want to make an OC.
May 1st, Toronto Canada. Avenue of the Island, 11:00 AM.
The morning of May 1st in Toronto was a slow one. People had begun filing around, going about their daily business. Workplaces and schools were filling up, the morning commute was slowing down, and the convenience store was out of customers. The clerk, a young redhead named Sarah, knew the feeling. Just another day. It wasn't like there was a Kaiju running around downtown-that was yesterday, and Atomica had solved it in minutes-instead, the day was a slow one. A few people had come in on the way to work or school to grab a drink or a pack of cigarettes, but it was the late morning by now. No one was there, just Sarah and a whole store of cheap shit that nobody would bother with if they weren't walking by just then. Sarah looked up as a figure in a hockey mask barged in with a few lackeys in tow.
"Get on the ground!" The figure shouted, as she released a thin green mist into the air, which soon filled the convenience store that the figure and her gang were robbing. The delinquent was dressed very distinctively, with a brown leather jacket with a patch on the breast depicting a rat eating a snake, jeans, and a black t shirt with a smiling skull printed on it, and "Misfits" printed on the top of the graphic in white. Her hair was visible, and dyed a hot pink. The people behind her were less distinctive. They wore the same jacket and jeans, but their jackets were zipped, and they wore helmets and gas masks.
Sarah agreed, as she found herself coughing and nauseous from the mist.
"The radiation won't kill you, but you're going to tell me if there's a safe, and where it is." The leader demanded, joining the clerk behind the counter.
"And if I don't."
The leader sighed. "Well I won't kill you, but I can hit you with more rads sooo..."
"God, Rebel. You're such a bad thief." sighed one of the subordinates.
"Yeah, you're right." Sighed Rebel. "Can someone else talk to this girl?"
"Damn it, the safe's behind the beer case. I'll let you in." Sarah sighed, more annoyed than afraid after Rebel's display.
"All right, just take the money and go. I need to take inventory of the cigarettes." The clerk said, while trying desperately to avoid throwing up.
"Thank you, we appreciate your donation to the local economy." Laughed one of the subordinates, as Rebel called off the mist, and Sarah felt the nausea fade, and the radiation decay.
Toronto Subway, 10:00 AM.
The hero Atomica was also having a less exciting morning. Her triumph against that Kaiju the previous day had endeared her once again to the people of Toronto, which in the past few decades had gained the reputation of being "Hero City," a place where heroes came to prove themselves, and thanks to the success, Atomica had been one of the best for a long time. She hadn't quite ascended to the level of Privateer, but sitting around number 5 in the national rankings was no small feat, and even though she wasn't quite ranking number one, she was among the most popular, though a large part of that was definitely her sex appeal. No doubt about it, Atomica was a pleasant looking hero who maintained an attractive and athletic figure even at the age of 38. She wore a white bodysuit with a flowing cape and a yellow biohazard symbol on the chest. Her head was uncovered save for a black domino mask over her striking green eyes, and her slightly curled blonde hair cascaded to her midback. At the moment, she was riding the subway, as her agency advised her to do so. It made her feel more real, relatable. Of course, it got a little old to have people recognize her every time she rode the train.
"It's Atomica!" Declared a passenger, as the hero entered the tram.
"Yes, it is, good citizens." Atomica answered, playing up the glad hero persona that her PR team had advised her to adopt.
"Can we get photos?"
"Of course! I am glad to protect." Atomica answered, feeling a bit strained but working through it. After all, it was half her job to be a trustworthy, upstanding public figure, there was no need to refuse or be rude to citizens. That said, she had a few matters to attend to, a photo op with the mayor, combination security detail and autograph signing at a local convention, and then signing off on a few insurance reports related to her fight the previous day, so it couldn't be too long.
"The work of a hero is never done." She thought to herself, as the clamor calmed, and she waited for the train to make it to her stop, and for her to transfer to a taxi to make it to Olympic Island.
Olympic Island, 10:50 AM.
"And another thanks to Atomica for her valiant fight against the latest threat to our fair city!" The mayor said with a confident smile, as he handed a plaque to the hero in question.
"Ah, what nice people." Atomica thought to herself, as the ceremony closed, and she found herself casually walking down the avenue. The convention appearance wasn't scheduled until 1, so she had some time to enjoy herself in the entertainment district, and decided to look around the park that she remembered well from her own childhood. As she was walking though, fate struck.
"Go! Go! Go!" Rebel shouted, as the gang ran from the convenience store, gym bag full of money in hand. The others were poised to run, but Rebel saw something. Something that made her suspicious.
"Rebel! We have the money, let's go."
"No, I have to settle this." Rebel insisted, as she focused intently on Atomica, several meters away, and who had just noticed the delinquents exiting the store.
"You know, we tend to call people who leave a convenience store in masks with a bag of money 'suspicious'." The hero laughed as she turned on her quirk. Atomica's quirk, Radio, was incredibly powerful. She could manipulate the electrons in the air to create radiation, and as a result could knock out people in range with little effort. Only the hardiest of foes could manage to shrug it off. The quirk did its work, but the figures standing there didn't seem fazed.
"Grandstanding piece of shit!" Rebel shouted, as she charged her hands with plasma, and ran at Atomica, ready to hit with an irradiated punch.
Atomica was caught off guard. The figure before her was familiar. She knew the quirk, and the hair, but that shouldn't be possible. Her daughter was in school. Not out in the entertainment district robbing convenience stores.
Rebel's fist connected, and it hurt. It was hot, burning even, but Atomica was ready. Any good hero knew full well that you couldn't just make it on the strength of your quirk. If you did, the first time someone resisted it, you were fucked. Atomica was no exception. While her quirk let her take down 90% of her foes without fighting, she knew more of unarmed combat than most professional fighters, for that very reason. Atomica wasn't about to die because of one lucky villain who could shrug off her quirk. She quickly grabbed the assailant's other hand, and positioned her leg at an angle in front of Rebel's. Forcing the arm a bit, she threw Rebel over her hip, and laid the attacker on the ground. The other assailants were gone.
"Now let's see who you are." Muttered Atomica, ultimately doubting the worst as she pulled off the hockey mask. The blood faded from her face. "Jennifer?" She asked, as tears welled up in her eyes.
Jennifer woke up in a holding cell. A simple but effective construct. Nothing more than a bed, a sink, and a toilet. No bars, windows, and a thick steel door to keep her from using her quirk to get out. The girl looked in a mirror, and saw her green eyes and tall, athletic frame, but also that she was wearing the costume that she wore as Rebel. Shit. She'd been captured. Atomica must have taken her after she'd gotten knocked out. This was probably juvie.
"All right, you're up. Your parents sent this attorney, I suggest you listen to her." A guard said, as he entered the room, with an official looking woman in tow.
"Here we go. Jennifer Amano, age 14, daughter of Ruby Jones, professionally known as Atomica, and Genta Amano, a Japanese scientist currently employed by Toronto-based hero agency Northguard Solutions, the same agency that manages Atomica. You are being held on suspicion of robbery, stealing money from a convenience store located in the entertainment district, as well as other crimes committed as Rebel, leader of the Starved Rats, a street gang known primarily for petty crimes as well as occasional vigilantism."
"And what evidence do they have of that?" Asked Jennifer, knowing full well that they had her dead to rights.
The attorney knit her brow. "In short, all of the evidence that they need. They successfully identified you as Rebel, and caught your gang shortly after you were apprehended. I suggest that you comply with commands, and enter a guilty plea. You're a juvenile and the assaults you committed were mostly against other criminals, so your sentence should be relatively short, but don't get sloppy, and anyway, I have to know. Why did you do this? With the fees I charge, your family clearly doesn't need the money.
"I just wanted to fight with my quirk. Any way I can"
One Month Later:
I hearby sentence you to three years imprisonment in a juvenile detention center. If your rehabilitation is successful, you will be considered for a hero program, and allowed to transfer into any that will accept you, per your wish, and with the consent of your parents. You must report for detention by the end of the month." The judge said, as Jennifer finished her statement pleading guilty to robbery.
"Thank you sir." Jennifer said with a heavy heart, as she and her parents left the court.
"Jennifer. I'm sorry, but I just want to know why." Her mother sighed. The young hellion had been working in a street gang for two years, and she had been none the wiser. Of course, that made sense, being Atomica and appearing at functions as the hero had left her little time for worrying about her daughter, and Genta was always at work, making a whole new line of gadgets for her and her cohorts at Northguard.
"Why don't you think about it? What did you tell me any time I said anything about being a hero?" Jennifer muttered, still venomous towards her mother.
Ruby was speechless. She couldn't deny a single thing Jennifer had said. Her daughter felt evil, but she was also right.
Flashback: 10 years earlier.
A young Jennifer was excited. After a three day fight against a powerful quirk user in the middle of Toronto, her mother was to return. In preparation, she'd equipped her swimming goggles and a towel tied around her neck as a cape, and had asked a house servant for help. In her little four year old brain, it seemed perfect. Her mother would love seeing how powerful she was, reflected through her young daughter.
"All right, when mama comes in, you start stomping around, and I hit you with the green stuff!" Jennifer declared proudly. She knew the servant wasn't really in danger. Her quirk hadn't developed to the point where it was anything more than an annoyance to those hit by it.
"Got it, said the servant, a man in his mid twenties who was trained as a chef, but tended to look after Jennifer fairly often, as she seemed to favor him, perhaps because he was capable of making all of her favorite foods.
"I'm home!" Ruby shouted, as she entered their mansion's foyer, to see her chef stomping around awkwardly and her daughter hitting him with a harmless green bolt.
"Atomica saves the day!" Jennifer declared, as she ran to her mother for approval.
"Jenny, no." Her mother sighed.
"Wha?" The toddler asked, a bit put off by her mother's resistance.
"You shouldn't want to be someone like me. It's not worth it... Find another obsession." Ruby sighed, as she turned away from her daughter, heading for her room.
"But I want... I want to be strong like Mama!" Jennifer sobbed, as she ran off, hoping to find something to allay her sudden, crushing sorrow.
End Flashback.
That moment was the first in a long line of discouragement on her part. She wanted Jennifer to be safe, but it seemed Jennifer was hardly concerned with safety. All it did was make her more determined to be a hero. Worse yet, blocking her at every turn hadn't worked either. All that did was make her a villain. She was just lucky it was her mother that had caught her in the act. Ruby had talked to her husband about this. "Jenny" She said, "You can learn to be a hero."
"Thank you." The latter sighed, still bitter.
3 Years Later, Central Ontario Juvenile Detention Center-Hero School Division.
"HA! Go fuck yourself!" Jennifer shouted, as she shot a focused plasma beam at an enemy, through the specialized gloves that the program had given her. Focusers. Designed to give her better control and cognizance of the plasma she produced. The blast incapacitated her rival instantly. With that, she ran to the enemy's flag, picked it up, and took off running to the safe zone.
"Not so fast!" Another member of the opposing team shouted, as he charged at her, his hands becoming sharp and ready to shred Jennifer to ribbons, or at least that's how it looked. Jennifer responded in kind. Her gloved hands were charged with a layer of plasma, and before he could react, she struck his face with her right palm. The boy immediately felt ready to throw up, and could scarcely defend himself from a devastating left hook. Jennifer quickly picked up the flag and ran ever closer to the safe zone. What she had forgotten was that there was a third opponent, one that was creeping around her back, from the safe zone.
"Nice try asshole. No matter how good you are, your team sucks." The girl laughed. She was very distinctive looking, with black hair chopped short, blue eyes, and a murderous smile. She was wearing the same prison uniform Jennifer was, but she was also loaded up with (non-lethal) weapons. Jennifer knew that they were a result of her quirk, weaponize, which allowed her to alchemize weapons from stone and metal. Heather Franklin was a terror to behold.
"So does your's shithead." Answered Jennifer, as she threw a bolt at Heather.
Heather got up more quickly than expected. "I doubt this will last long." She said with a smirk as she pulled a gun out of the floor and pointed it at Jennifer.
Jennifer froze. "Th-that gun isn't real!" She accused.
"I don't know, is it?" Heather asked with a smirk.
Jennifer barely had time to think. She leveled her arms and shot a stream of plasma out. Heather was against the wall in seconds, but still held the gun up at her foe's head.
"No!" Jennifer shouted, as she produced plasma in earnest, dousing her foe in the substance, and failing to notice the heat her own body was beginning to exude.
"Stop!" A voice called out, as the lights came on in the room, revealing a small concrete room wherein four students were incapacitated on the ground, and the two figures who remained standing simply backed off. Jennifer took two tepid steps out before falling on the floor.
"You might have killed Heather as well as yourself." The block's therapist said, as the latter entered the briefing room.
"She might have done the same to me." Jennifer answsered, still feeling the shock.
"We checked, it fired airsoft pellets. Now tell us, do you have a specific fear of guns?"
"I-I guess so." Jennifer muttered, burying her face in her hands.
"You don't want to talk about it." The therapist determined, sighing as she put down her notebook. "We'll try to work on it, but we won't hold it against you in your evaluation.
"Well, just two weeks." Jennifer sighed as she returned to her cell. The past three years had been kinder to her than she had thought. She'd learned quite a bit of humility, had gained guidance on fighting with her quirk, and starting in grade 10, which had begun the previous school year, had begun the process to become a hero. Ironically, going to prison had brought her closer to the dream she'd had since she was four and saw her mom take out that villain that was stealing matter, and at the age of seventeen, was ready to take the next step. She had sent letters to several top hero schools, most of them accelerated schools, and now, she was just waiting to hear from them. She contented herself with lying on her bed and looking at the posters that she was allowed to have in the cell. Mostly for old movies and a few bands. She was feeling so stressed that she barely noticed the letters that came through her door's mail slot. "Ugh." She sighed, picking up the letters, and finding one a bit heavier. Curious, she opened it, and nearly cried with joy.
"Dear Miss Amano, We are proud to accept you into the accelerated hero program at Toronto Accelerated High School."
A/N: So yeah, go wild on the bio, and the accelerated school has students from all over North America, though if you want an OC from the United States, there's some extra backstory on the US specifically, so ask me about that before you make one. That said, I need a class, with about 25 characters (the more you give, the more major the character will end up being. The best OCs get more screen time (That said, counting Jennifer there are already 3 spots taken, meaning that there are 22 slots in the SYOC for the main story. I'll take 5 teachers as well, and several villains (the number will be more clear to me as time passes). Here's the bio:
Name (first and last):
Hero Name:
Age (should be 16-17 for the main cast, the oldest at the accelerated school are around 20, and the villains, pro heroes, and teachers can be more or less any age):
Gender:
Sexuality (if bisexual or pansexual, note whether they tend more toward boys or girls):
Quirk Name:
Quirk Type:
Quirk Description:
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Appearance
Eyes:
Hair:
Height:
Build:
Standard Clothes:
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Night:
Swim:
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Personality:
Likes:
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Type of person they would…
-Fall for:
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-Hate:
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-Rival:
Hobbies/Skills: (Your characters day to day hobbies and unique skills. Like they enjoy creative writing or are really good at cooking. Things like that or more serious things like they're good leaders and teachers. Or maybe their skill is that they are a disastrous cook. Be creative.)
How they would act…
-Towards Romantic Interests:
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-Towards Respected Figures:
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Past:
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Send a filled out Bio by PM if you're interested, and as always, Until Next Time!
