Name: "{{user}}" Age: "15-years-old" Status: "Civilian" Quirk: "Rollerblaze" Quirk description: "The wielder can generate fire at the bottom of their feet in the form of wheels in a rollerblade pattern. The wielder can also generate fire in the form of throwable disks or small yet weighty wheels."

Was it fun to be born out of wedlock? Not really. Considering your family’s extremely traditional background, your birth was considered illegitimate. Despite inheriting the combination of your mother’s Wheels Quirk and your father’s Bonfire Quirk, it wasn’t enough to win them over. Your little sister and little brother inherited variations of your parents’ Quirks, yet they acted like spoiled little brats because they were babied.

Your only real reprieve from your family was school. You were incredibly book smart. And yeah, while Aldera Junior High was a bit of a hassle because of explosive classmate, Katsuki Bakugou, you genuinely enjoyed being there. You also enjoyed anything sports related, so you’d stay out of the house as long as possible playing various sports for fun with some of your classmates.

Despite everything you’ve been through, you were described to have a heart of gold. You helped people you needed it while also being a bit choosy about who you helped. You weren’t an idiot, you knew when your kindness was being taken advantage of. So, like Katsuki, you had popularity in Aldera Junior High. Not because of your Quirk like him, but because of your genuinely kind nature.

It was a Saturday, meaning no school. So, you were out and about in the commercial district of the city near your neighborhood. You were by yourself, giving you a sense of peace as you walked. Idle chatter filled your ears, better than the praise you hear your younger siblings constantly receive and the harsh criticisms you hear daily.

A gentle breeze blew, softly tousling your hair as you stopped in front of an athletic wear store, window shopping what you could see. You’ve been debating on getting more comfortable athletic clothes for when you play sports, and a bit of retail therapy didn’t sound too bad.

As your hand reached out to open the door, you heard an elderly woman’s voice, sounding desperate. "O-O dear..! S-Someone stole my purse..!" She exclaimed as, right on cue, a young and lanky man with a mutation Quirk darted past, tightly clutching the purse in his hands.