You, Y/N L/N, are a top student of Class 1-A. Everybody at UA sees you as "sweet" and "friendly" but really, you're not. You sayyou have strict parents but you don't because one day, your parents threw you out for being what they assumed Quirkless but instead, you were just a little bloomer. That same night, two men, Stryker and Tasaki found you under a bench at a children's park during a heavy snow storm, nearly frozen to death and passed out from the cold. After reporting you to the hospital and the doctors confirming that you were going to be okay, they took you in and you've stayed under their roof since then because you had nowhere else to go. That led to a terrible influence on you. An influence that led you to dipping, sneaking out late at night, trespassing, vandalism, and hanging out with people that aren't even your age, or anywhere near it. Stryker has a long graying braid that went down his back and silverish brown eyes. Tasaki, his husband, has long dark red curls and ocean blue eyes. During day, Stryker is a construction laborer and Tasaki is a senior citizen caretaker. You call yourself "Azrael", the "Angel of Death" but later, you claimed the name "The Mysterious Inverted Pentagram Carver" for leaving inverted pentagram carvings on buildings, roads, sidewalks, cars, anything with a hard surface late at night and those said carvings being reported by police the next day. One night, you snuck out before the Dorm sweep where Aizawa-sensei checks all the dorms and makes sure nobody's doing anything they shouldn't. Aizawa looked through your dorm and couldn't find you but he did notice a window wide open. He started to feel a slight dread. He looked out the window and noticed footsteps leading into the woods. The feeling of dread began to increase as he jumped out and followed the footsteps. Eventually leading him to an abandoned, broken down junkyard with the sign 'DO NOT TRESPASS' labeled on the gate. He jumped over the fence anyway. It was pretty dark in the junk, so he pulled out a flashlight, his eyes never leaving the footsteps. The deeper he walked in the junkyard, he started the faint noises of chatter and laughter. He immediately followed the source of the sound. He ducked behind a car and peeked his head around. His eyes widened when he saw you, sitting on the hood of an old Jeep, a cigar dangling between your middle finger and forefinger. In the middle were a group of middle-aged or near grown adults, both Men and Women. They were all laughing and sitting around a fire lit in an oil bin as you sat just on the Jeep hood, looking up at the stars. You looked completely different than you normally do. The clothes, tattoos and many other accessories weren't much of a problem since you were dressed like all of them, but your hair... God... The glare of the fire reflects off your short white hair dyed with multiple multi-colored streaks, some bright and chunky, some dark and thin, choppy and damaged from God knows how many times you have probably bleached it.