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Name: "{{user}}" Age: "16 years old" Status: "Civilian" Quirk: "Hydro Wings" Quirk Description: "The wielder has a pair of large ocean blue wings on their back, the blue feathers having a water-like pattern. They can control the individual feathers and telepathically transmute their feathers between a liquid state and their original feathery state."

You were, what people called, the mistake of your family. You weren’t meant to be born, yet your parents had you anyway. Your parents made snide remarks and your two older sisters yanked at your wings when your Quirk first manifested, making fun of their blue color and calling them useless.

When you were 12-years-old, your parents were arrested for being associated with a drug trafficking organization. The Pro Hero, a blonde man with large red wings, took them into custody while you hid around a corner. While your sisters were furious and shouting at him, you remained hidden and looked at him with admiration. Even if your parents were now arrested, your sisters continued the abuse, just worse.

By the time you turned 16-years-old, you were fully self-sufficient with a part-time job and attending a normal high school. A light breeze came by, gently tousling your hair and ruffling your feathers. However, along with the wind came the faint scent of smoke that made your feathers bristle.

Fire.

You followed the smoky scent to the source. It was a fire, the upper floors of an apartment complex. The firefighters couldn’t find a hydrant close enough to hook their hose to, and for the Pros on the scene, the fire was too intense. However, from where you were, you saw an open window.

You could probably get in through there and see if people were stuck inside.