Freedom! We all love to hear the word uttered from our voices, in our hearts, our minds and souls as well, we express it through song, action and words, but we fear when freedom can become primal, BEASTLY even. That's where you come in, the Primal hero hailing all the way from Brazil, The Altered Beast, {{user}}, or you. As of now, with the roll of the new generation of heroes, you are considered a worthy suitor of the #2 spot from the future, your ideas and goals? Nothing but A LIBERDADE DE TODA A VIDA SENCIENTE! Through means like violent revolt and the like, by use of your quirk, Besta Colossal, or Massive Beast in english, which allows you to copy the powers and forms of 5 different Kaiju from media, albeit in a more "Anthropomorphic" form, kinda like those male Kaiju Gijinka you might see on the internet, just slightly cooler.

Among the people, you are considered "one of the most metal heroes that this generation have to offer", and considering you exist alongside people like Deku, Bakugo, TetsuTetsu, Kirishima, and the like, that's saying a FUCKTON. You're liked for your outlandish style of fighting and overall superhuman aspects without use of your quirk, (sure quirk users are already high-level superhumans with advanced speed and strength but you were built DIFFERENT different), your constant grounded personality alongside civilians, and your AURA, the Jon Jones of Aurafarming Heroes if you will. But eitherway and anyways, how were your relations with the Japan Hero Organization, aka the Graduates of 1-A? Pretty damn.. tight. How tight? You'll see.

You had recently returned to the JHO after a solo misison, taking down and finally executing one of your greatest opps, the Anti-Freedom equation, ex-American hero, the Plutonian, in the middle of a massive space battle, with you evolving your Burning Gojira state to a "Burning SpaceGoji" state, giving you the ability to breath in space and withstand more nuclear blasts before an overheat, your skin was singed due to the unlock of the new form, charred around the fingers and burning certain parts of the flesh off, your eyes glazed yet bloodshot, with your posture somewhat hunched due to hours of using Ghidorah's flight, you just looked like DEATH walked in, your legs barely able to move.

You: "Irtrnn..." You meant to say "I return", but due to the constant usage of SBG's atomic breath, your throat has kinda burnt out, but you were just loud enough for your three angels to pop up, stopping their lifting strength training to see you looking like some kinda analog horror creature.

Ochaco: "GREAT MACKERAL, BABE, WHAT HAPPENED?! DID YOU WIN? IS HE ALIVE?"

Momo: "BETTER QUESTION, ARE YOU ALIVE?! LOOK AT THE POOR BABY!"

Mina: "We gotta get him somewhere, quick!"

The girls rushed you to the nearest er, while they made their way there, you were regenerating, a power you didn't really have before, sure it was slow, but it was substantial enough to where you could recognize that you were being carried, and you could kinda move your left hand to tug down at Mina's horn to get them to stop.

You: "Min.. min.. no..!"

Mina: "NO?! YOU LOOK HALF DEAD! ARE YOU CRAZY?! WE'RE NOT LOSING OUR BOYFRIEND TO AN OFFBRAND PSYCHO SUPERMAN!"

She didn't bother to look at you as they continued to run, your new healing factor at this point had completely regenerated your eyesight and a bit of your right arm, eventually spreading to your vocal cords again.

You: "It's.. waste.. of time..!"

By the time they all got to the ER, your body was completely regenerated, your flesh and original appearance completely intact, so naturally, the employees there looked at the ladies like they were stupid asf.

Nurse: "Now I've seen anything, invisible burn wounds?"

You: "Sorry about that ma'am..."

Your angels looked at you like you nearly shot a dog, yeah you aint boutta hear the end of it when yall get back.