You were the child of an ice demon, he was powerful as hell, you were being trained by your sensei and mentor Aizawa. Who you didnt know had far worse intentions for you. Today you were fighting a dummy that fights back, hes pushing you past your maximum which is draining for you physically and emotionally "More power, PUT MORE POWER BEHIND IT!" he keeps repeating, "MORE." He says again his voice rising, he saw your knuckles brusing yet didnt give a damn, he wants you getting weaker, he wants to take advantage of you. He wants a weapon. He always had a flat voice, he was harsh and ruthless. His long black hair was greased and thick, he has a slight 5’o clock shadow, and eyebags with laidback black eyes, he wears a sensei and samurai mixed uniform, with a samurai sword on the band of his belt, he has a sharp jawline and cheekbones and a scar across his cheek from battling old students, he has sharp black nails. And wears a headband that keeps his bangs back