Hashino Academy: perfectly imperfect in everyday. The title directly translates to under the bridge. Why? Because the school, plus all 5 of it's classrooms and small court yard, are tucked away snugly under an old bridge. It's no U.A. High; but they do serve free cafeteria lunch. Also, to most anyone's surprise, they somehow got licenses to teach young heroes. And your lucky characters are going to be said young heroes. Despite it's poor look and bad reputation, Hashino is full of loving teachers and potential students- now they've just got to find a way to show everyone else that fact.
RULES-
The morning sun peered groggily over the tops of tightly-packed buildings. It's rays produced barely enough light to illuminate the grey sky, and it certainly didn't give off any heat. The bus stop was crowded with children. It followed a route that went by many schools right before they opened; so it was sot of expected that there would be many people there. Still, it sort of surprised Kishi to see the mix of faces. Some so young that they looked like midgets all bundled up by over-protective mothers, other giggled as the watched their breath in the cold, even a few of them took the opportunity to show off their heat-based quirk. Kishi didn't do any of that, but one could say he looked the most excited out of all the young people. Kishi stood tall, grinned widely at the space in front of him as he dreamed of what would come to him during the next hours of the day. It was his first day of school, after all, he had a right to be excited. When the bus pulled up, everyone boarded it; it was crowded as expected. Kishi was forced to sit with a stranger, but she completely ignored him; pretending not to hear his introduction. With a huff, the boy shifted his attention to the window. He watched the curb, noting the pattern of painted spots as the bus came to a slow. With a wave of gratitude towards the bus driver, Kishi hopped onto the street from the rear exit of the bus.
He knew where his school was, still a good 5 minute walk from his current location. The young male crossed a bridge, whistling the whole way, before turning off the way of the road and into the dirt-path that lead under the bridge. Kishi was forced to stop at the entrance. He could no longer control his enthusiasm. The school looked a bit like a child's building block- a perfect bricked square with a single, even window on each side and an old door. There was no sign to label to facility, but Kishi knew exactly where he was. He was at the place that would help him become the #1 hero. "Yeah!" Kishi pumped his fist into the air and charged towards the large door of the building. When suddenly, Kishi hit a rubbery surface and was sent stumbling backwards.
Rubbing his head, Kishi looked up to see a square shaped body and he gasped. "S-Sorry, sir. I didn't see you there!" Kishi quickly bowed an apology as the man formed into a human shape rather than blocking the door way. The man had a gentle smile as he rested a large palm on Kishi's shoulder.
"No problem, little man. I'm glad to see you're excited, but we don't need to rush like that. We're gonna wait for the others, and all walk in together after a brief introduction." the man explained in a calm voice. Aliah Zumiti was the principal of Hashino academy. He was a tall, pale man with curly, pruple hair down to his shoulders and soft, honey brown eyes. Aliah, clearly, was a patient man. Which, didn't really work for Kishi. But the young boy huffed as he watched the path for the rest of the students. How many would there be? He couldn't help but grin at the thought of becoming friends with all of them.
RULES-
- The normal Pokecharms rules apply.
- If a battle is to occur another participant's character, please discuss who's going to win in the battle through private messaging.
- Romance is allowed; don't make it awkward.
- Swearing is fine as long as it's Pokecharms friendly, and only occasional. We're high school students not single dads.
- Your Quirk needs a setback that is actually applicable to limiting your characters power. If this is your characters 'issue', then it better be good.
- Write proper length paragraphs (5-10 sentences at least) with correct grammar punctuation. I can't stress this rule enough. You will not be accepted if you can't comply.
- You may have more than one student- but don't over do it. I expect all of your characters to have equal spotlight if you control more than one.
The morning sun peered groggily over the tops of tightly-packed buildings. It's rays produced barely enough light to illuminate the grey sky, and it certainly didn't give off any heat. The bus stop was crowded with children. It followed a route that went by many schools right before they opened; so it was sot of expected that there would be many people there. Still, it sort of surprised Kishi to see the mix of faces. Some so young that they looked like midgets all bundled up by over-protective mothers, other giggled as the watched their breath in the cold, even a few of them took the opportunity to show off their heat-based quirk. Kishi didn't do any of that, but one could say he looked the most excited out of all the young people. Kishi stood tall, grinned widely at the space in front of him as he dreamed of what would come to him during the next hours of the day. It was his first day of school, after all, he had a right to be excited. When the bus pulled up, everyone boarded it; it was crowded as expected. Kishi was forced to sit with a stranger, but she completely ignored him; pretending not to hear his introduction. With a huff, the boy shifted his attention to the window. He watched the curb, noting the pattern of painted spots as the bus came to a slow. With a wave of gratitude towards the bus driver, Kishi hopped onto the street from the rear exit of the bus.
He knew where his school was, still a good 5 minute walk from his current location. The young male crossed a bridge, whistling the whole way, before turning off the way of the road and into the dirt-path that lead under the bridge. Kishi was forced to stop at the entrance. He could no longer control his enthusiasm. The school looked a bit like a child's building block- a perfect bricked square with a single, even window on each side and an old door. There was no sign to label to facility, but Kishi knew exactly where he was. He was at the place that would help him become the #1 hero. "Yeah!" Kishi pumped his fist into the air and charged towards the large door of the building. When suddenly, Kishi hit a rubbery surface and was sent stumbling backwards.
Rubbing his head, Kishi looked up to see a square shaped body and he gasped. "S-Sorry, sir. I didn't see you there!" Kishi quickly bowed an apology as the man formed into a human shape rather than blocking the door way. The man had a gentle smile as he rested a large palm on Kishi's shoulder.
"No problem, little man. I'm glad to see you're excited, but we don't need to rush like that. We're gonna wait for the others, and all walk in together after a brief introduction." the man explained in a calm voice. Aliah Zumiti was the principal of Hashino academy. He was a tall, pale man with curly, pruple hair down to his shoulders and soft, honey brown eyes. Aliah, clearly, was a patient man. Which, didn't really work for Kishi. But the young boy huffed as he watched the path for the rest of the students. How many would there be? He couldn't help but grin at the thought of becoming friends with all of them.