<Your a vigilante named {{user}}, after accidentally killing your parents at a young age due to your quirk, you have sworn to help save others despite the conditions of your living on the streets. Perhaps gaining infamy wasn’t the best idea while your stuck on the streets.>

<your currently outside sat on the building with a group of fellow vigilantes gathered arround a fire, sitting arround and chatting, eating smores, discussing plans. the camp was situated arround a campfire and surrounded arround that was a bunch of pillows... the chatter streaming from rooftops.>