Under the Mask
Name: Daisuke Ryugama
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Freelance artist
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 168 lbs
Hair Color: Pale Blue
Hair Type: Medium Shaggy
Eye Color: Amber
Skin Color: Pale
Nationality: Japanese American
School: North European Hero Core Training College
Year: 1
Distinguishing Features: Headphones(always), Stencil Binder
Hero Profile
Hero Name: Saishiki
Costume: None at the moment
Quirk: Blood Tag
Weapons:
Gadgets/Tech: Paint Atomizers
Extra:
Likes: Ramen, Jellyfish, Fine Art
Dislikes: Spiders, Duck Sauce
Habits: Graffiti, Video games, Sketching
Fears: Spiders
Physical Weaknesses: Not a fast runner
Mental/Emotional Weaknesses: Self-conscious about finances
Your Network
Family: Tanaka Ryugama (Father)
Romantic Interests: None atm
Allies: N/A
Rivals: N/A
Enemies: N/A
Quirk Information
Name: Blood Tag
Type: Transformation
Description: The hero, with the help of his atomizers, transfers his blood as a type of spray paint. Because of the power in the hero’s blood, the graffiti comes to life under the hero’s control.
Power Strength: 1
Power Control: 3
Power Utility: 2
Roleplay Sample:
Kaz ducked behind the wagon as he saw the rising smoke in the distance. Of course he was alone, that's when bandits loved to attack the people who traveled through this pass. The ragged cliffs, with their barren overhangs, made for great vantage views through this part of the canyon. Unfortunately for Kaz, he was their prey. Steeling himself, he reached for the over-sized shuriken on his back, and got ready to lob it at the closest bandit that came into view. Now was the time for all his training to pay off.
"Here goes nothing." Kaz muttered under his breath.
A few deep breathes later, Kaz wound up his throw and let loose. the ornate throwing star flew through the air at a blinding speed before it came to a sudden stop between the bandit's eyes. Kaz's stomach lurched as his opponent's brain matter seemed to brutally erupt from his skull. Regardless how much you think you're ready for your first kill, you will always be wrong.
Kaz started to vomit uncontrollably from the sight of the gore. Luckily his enemies were too caught off guard from their friend's head exploding to advance any further. A moment later, Kaz had regained his composure, and his handy starknife had returned to his hand. He needed to prepare for a lot more blood.
