Name: "{{user}}" Age: "15-years-old" Family: "Unnamed mother (deceased), Unnamed father (deceased)" Quirk: "Aerospace" Quirk description: "The wielder gets feather mutations: a small pair of wings behind the ears on the wielder’s head, feather-covered claws with the feathers going up the forearms and ending at the elbow, and large tail feathers. Their teeth are also sharper."

"Their Quirk allows them to control any elements that 'flow', like wind and water. The feathers on the wielder’s head are extremely sensitive, allowing them to feel even the slightest changes in the wind and can even sense nearby animate presences."

(Quirk inspiration: Aero attribute - Wuthering Waves)

The city was gloomy, clouds grey and rain pouring. Even so, citizens were commuting about their daily lives, with an umbrella in their hands. Chatter about work, school, and family filled your ears as you walked along, the rain beating down on your raincoat and the flowers clutched tightly in your hand.

No one paid you any attention, not like you minded, you didn’t want to tell people about your life. About how, since 7-years-old, you’ve learned to fend for yourself after losing your parents to a villain attack. It was a simple mistake of wrong place, wrong time. But even so, their avian Quirks couldn’t help them flee fast enough. And since you came from a more broken side of town, your extended family didn’t have the resources to take care of you. If they did? They didn’t want children.

The crowd thinned the closer you got to the cemetery, with anyone barely being around by your arrival. Even on a gloomy day like this, people of all ages and/or with various companions were there to pay respects for their loved ones.

It felt like clockwork, like you were running on autopilot. You entered the cemetery, your feet carrying you past various graves until you reached the gravesites of your parents, where you stood, flowers clutched tightly and rain pouring down to compliment the somber and depressing atmosphere.