Chapter 1: Powerful but Dangerous
In a quirk dominated society one would think that having a powerful quirk puts you ahead in the world, but that wasn't always the case. Everyone knew that quirks could mix and mingle as they were passed down the family line, more often than not these resulted in far more powerful quirks. However there was a theory quite common among researchers, a theory that spelled doom for the future, whose quirks would compile and grow stronger to the point where it was impossible to control. Something Lucia knew all too well.
Lucia:
Sunlight poured through the open window in Lucia's bedroom, golden rays of light tickling her eyelids as the dawn broke outside. The young woman sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. A bright spark of purple energy leapt between her hands, startling Lucia with a jump. With a sigh the dark haired girl grabbed a marble from off of her desk, the small glass sphere glowing with purple light. With a carefully measured movement, Lucia tossed the marble out of her open window, a small explosion following soon after as the item .
With a sigh of relief Lucia looked back down at her hands, no more energy leaping between them. A slight growl of frustration escaping her lips, something that was all too common for her. Anyone else would have considered her powerful quirk a gift, or a blessing, but Lucia knew the truth. It didn't matter how powerful her quirk was, it was a curse.
The smell of breakfast had finally wafted up to her room, her mind momentarily forgetting the pain that usually shot through her hands early in the morning. Lucia took a moment to check her wrist, the sleeve of a high tech piece of clothing displaying a low measurement of energy that seemed to be constantly rising. She knew the exact purpose of the article of clothing, afterall it was designed specifically for her. It was the one thing keeping her from blowing up during the night.
Quickly pulling her long dark hair into a ponytail Lucia headed downstairs, making sure to tread lightly by the door of her brother's room lest she wake him up prematurely. Each step she took was cautious and measured, her bones aching from a foolish mistake in her childhood, recklessly she and her brother had decided that racing each other was a good idea. With the intention of using her quirk to give herself an edge, one little miscalculation, and her tibia shattered.
Finally she found herself in the kitchen breathing a sigh of relief as she finally could relax, knowing that if she had made it this far without an incident she wasn't likely to blow up. Lucia smiled at her mother, the woman was hard at work making breakfast for her and her brother. Lucia walked up to the woman and hugged her from behind, startling the older woman until she realized it was her daughter.
"Minha filha?" The woman spoke, looking at her daughter softly, "Are you OK?" Her voice heavy with a brazillian accent.
"Sim," Lucia nodded, rubbing her face into her mother's back. The woman was one of the few people Lucia couldn't hurt with her quirk, "I'm just nervous, that's all."
"It's fine minha filha," Her mother turned to face her, rubbing the top of her daughter's head, "You know your pai is hard at work finding a way to make your life easier." The woman smiled, Lucia reciprocating it with a nod and a shaky smile.
"I know, it's just so hard…" Lucia trailed off, thinking about her quirk, the bones in her fingers aching as energy filled them before the pain subsided as the suit she wore beneath her clothes siphoned it off, creating an excruciating cycle of pulsating pain.
"I know it's hard," Her mother hugged her tightly, any excess energy Lucia put off being absorbed by her quirk. It was quite fortunate that Lucia's mother possessed such a quirk, even if it were a contributing factor to her daughter's condition. The power to absorb energy combined with her husband's power to increase the kinetic energy of an object combined to create Lucia's own devastating quirk.
Lucia Castro
Quirk: Kinetic Activation
This user is just overflowing with energy that they can either share or use to make themselves one heck of a fighter!
Lucia pulled out of the hug, looking up at her mother with a soft smile. Something that while not uncommon, did always soften her mothers heart. Lucia let go and sat at the table, turning on the television. Lucia was always interested in the news, she didn't know much about the outside world, her mother homeschooled her, and despite living in the city of Rio, her father had acquired a property with a large lot so that his daughter didn't put anyone else in danger. She didn't see him often, but every time he did he made it worth her while, providing trinkets from his worldwide travels to brigten her day. She only wished he was home more news was her only access to the larger world.
On the screen a reporter talked about the UA Sports Festival, an event that Lucia eagerly awaited all year, though it usually ran while she was asleep, she recorded it for the morning after. As she quietly ate her breakfast her eyes watched as a fight showing a green haired boy and a boy with dual colored hair fought. Despite the obvious injuries his quirk caused, the green haired boy kept fighting, breaking each of his fingers as he did.
Lucia stopped, her eyes falling to her hands, bandages hiding the scars from years of unrestrained power leaking out at the worst of times. Lucia tightened her hand, shame filling her mind, someone with a quirk as dangerous as hers was doing something with it. Lucia sighed, picking up her food again as another broadcast played, this time in more local news.
"Brazillia was rocked this morning by a string of terrorist attacks," The newscaster began, drawing the attention of both women in the room, the screen behind the reporter showed a government building ablaze and with rubble strewn about, "A group calling themselves Providence attacked the Ministry of Quirks this morning, sending a message about quirk discrimination." Lucia stopped once more, this wasn't the first she had heard about Providence, but it was the first time their message was clearly stated. The newscaster continued, "Those involved in the attack this morning have been defeated by number one hero Striker and arrested. According to local law enforcement these are only local members of the international terrorist group."
"Such a shame," Lucia's mother shook her head in disgust, turning back to the food she was tending to, "How could they do such a thing with their gifts?"
"But their message," Lucia interjected, her heart beating faster as she brought up the sensitive topic, her mind going to the one the only day she went to public school, when a slight mishap with her quirk injured a kid and the other family sued, calling Lucia a villain, "Isn't it true? Aren't people like me looked down upon, and locked up just because they might be dangerous? Aren't people like me treated like villains?"
"Lucia!" Her mother snapped sharply, turning her back on the food to look at her daughter, "You mustn't think like that," She dropped her spatula and pointed her finger at her daughter, "You might have a dangerous quirk, and it might scare some people, but you must never call yourself a villain, what makes someone a monster is what they choose to do with it."
Lucia shrank from her, looking down at her food, and nodding in agreement. While she may have snapped and spoken harsh words to her, Lucia knew her mother meant it in the nicest way possible. She loved her and didn't want her daughter to suffer any more than she already did. Lucia finished her food as her mother continued cooking, her eyes catching a glimpse of an envelope set on the table.
Lucia picked it up and inspected the pristine white paper, the envelope itself was still firm despite the humidity of the atmosphere. Turning it over Lucia noted that it was addressed to her, and it was sealed with wax. Carefully Lucia broke the seal and opened the letter, her amethyst eyes reading each word carefully, while she spoke English nearly perfectly, reading it was another story, but as she processed what it said the letter dropped from her hands.
The paper flitted down to the table where one could make out what had made her react in such a way, a single sentence written in gold letter: "You have been accepted to the Charles Jones School for the Dangerously Quirked."
Claire:
Faculty meetings always bored Claire, but she couldn't really blame anyone other than herself. It was her fault for picking to be a teacher, but she could at least appreciate one thing, the principal. Claire couldn't help but eye up the mountain of a man seated directly across from her, his massive frame stuffed into a comically tight suit. She blew him a kiss, knowing full well he wouldn't reciprocate it.
"Ms. Grant, is there something you want to say to the rest of us?" Elin Nilson interjected, a heavy Sweedish accent betraying the woman's ethnicity. Black fur covering her entire body, ears peeking out of her messy mane of hair, and a tail swishing back and forth in frustration.
"I'm just curious as to why we're going with such a small class size this year," Claire replied, she may have been flirting with the principal, but that didn't mean she wasn't paying attention to the meeting, "I'll be their teacher after all, it just seems rather odd we're going from the usual twenty students to this exceptionally small class size."
"It was my idea," The Principal spoke up, his deep voice resounding throughout the small room they were sitting in, "We received reports from our latest graduating class, they felt that while they learned a lot about controlling their quirks, they felt a disconnect from the teachers, almost as if they didn't get enough time to know them better."
"I suppose that does make sense," Claire nodded in agreement, not just because she thought he was hot, but because it really did make sense, she didn't feel like her class from the year before was as close as they could have been, "Is that why you want me studying their files for these next few days?"
"Precisely," Principal Mete nodded, shuffling his papers, "And that doesn't just mean Ms. Grant, it goes for all of you."
"I be doing my best," Another teacher, Paitence Flomo, the quirk training instructor, said. Billowing green smoke rose from her head, and a respirator on her face distorted her speech, "Those children, they be having strong quirks-o."
"Ah yes," Another very stern, yet accented voice interjected, the voice of Hans Andrrsen, the blonde haired man sat ridgedly, a white lab coat draped over his shoulders. He was one of the most essential members of the staff, the school nurse, "I believe a few of them have quirks that are not only harmful to others, but themselves as well?"
"Yes, and that is exactly why you're here, we must be extra careful with this group. We can't have our students getting injured." The principal nodded once again, standing as he put the pages he had been filing through away, "I trust that you'll do exactly as you're required this year." He left the room, steaming rising from his shoulders as he did so.
"I don't know if I've said this already, but I call dibs on him," Claire teased, fanning herself as if she were a woman from the eighteen hundreds.
"No one other than you here wants him or even cares that you do," Elin sneered, her muzzle tightening as she did, sharpened white fangs peeking out of her mouth.
"Ladies, ladies," Hans cut in again, attempting to ease the tension between them, "We can't have this petty rivalry disrupting the classes now can we?"
"It's not really a rivalry," Claire admitted with a smirk, leaning back in her chair crossing her legs to show off her far curvier figure, "She's just jealous of me, that's all."
"That is not the reason Claire," Elin angrily spat back, standing up indignantly, "I'm tired of you being so carefree all the time, you don't take your job seriously."
"Hey, I take my job seriously," Claire shot back, her teasing tone gone as she leaned forward, "Those kids have been told all their life that they're dangerous, a threat, or at worst villains. I take it easy for their sake. If they see me treat them like anyone else, they'll stop feeling that way about themselves."
"Oh, things getting dangerous now now-o," Paitence chuckled, taking Elin by the shoulders and leading her out of the room, her words of comfort slightly put off by her broken English.
"Claire, you do know why she acts like that don't you?" Hans turned to her, his blonde hair rigidly in place on top of his head.
"I do, but she's letting it get to her. If she learned to let loose every once and a while, she'd be better off for it," Claire suggested sighing as she turned back to the table.
"If you keep tempting her like that, she's liable to snap," Hans pointed out, adjusting his lab coat, "And she's right, you don't care enough."
"She's too tight strung," Claire shrugged, picking up her class file and taking a look at the kid first in the file, it became quite apparent why she was picked as the teacher, her quirk let her adapt to dangerous situations, and these kids are dangerous.
A/N: Yes, I'm starting a new SYOC. I made mistakes with the last one, I bit off way more than I could chew and it bit me in the butt, but don't fret, while I may not be the one writing it, MHA:GX will continue on.
Now onto this story, I have decided to scale things down quite a bit. I will only be taking in 10 characters total (With maybe a few exceptions for villains). This story will not focus on hero course students, but instead students with dangerous/hard to control quirks that eventually get roped into a conflict (But that's secret so we'll talk about that later). The school is international, and as such the student body will be as well. Do note that I will probably not accept characters from Japan or the United States unless they are exceptionally well done. (Extra credit to anyone that writes an accurate Liberian character, I'll know trust me) In the meantime, you'll find a submission sheet on my profile, use only that profile, if you change it in any way or use a different one, I won't even consider the character. Please title it (Name-Gender), you can either submit it to me as a PM or as a Google Doc (you'll find my email in the Discord server) Submissions must be sent to me by the end of the month, (July 31st). Go Beyond, Plus Ultra!
Discord: /kDceG2NUAN
Teachers - Hero Name (Nationality) Subject:
Claire Grant - Eviolite (American) Homeroom Teacher
Elin Nilsson - Night Terror (Swedish) Therapist
Wa Mete - Volcanic (Tongan) Principal
Patience Flomo - Toxic Avenger (Liberian) Quirk Training Instructor
Hans Andrrsen - Frankenstein (German) Nurse