Iblis thought back often to her early years. At the playground, the only child of her age to be calm, composed, instead of bursting with frenetic energy, running around merry. She wore a gentle smile even then, though it was easy to see the sorrow behind the smile of that age. She was quiet, and watched the others from the sidelines, sitting on a swing, still, watching ceaselessly. When her powers manifested, they were no surprise... tentacles, and gooeyness... a mixture of less than desirable quirks that reflected her parent's abilities, though a potent, and incredible hybridization. The doctors dubbed it 'symbiotic organism'... a particularly rare quirk in which her body produced the cells to another living being, one which operated semi independantly of herself. An amorphous, fluid being that had a will of its own. It spoke to her, in whispers of a dread tongue, as she saw it. It couldn't form words... its 'mind' was too primitive, but she talked to it nonetheless. She wasn't sure who first jokingly called it an 'eldritch horror' upon seeing it, but the name stuck, and she picked up Lovecraft's works before she'd even finished elementary school. It suited her mood, and it suited her circumstances... and she launched a child model career from it. For various novelty shops like Hot Topic, a little girl with pink hair and pink eyes sprouting black, dripping tentacles with mouths and eyes and sharp things was the perfect iconic model... a beautiful mix of the gothic and the adorable. Iblis's name was 'deceiver' in its tongue, her powers were those of an 'eldritch horror', and she had the personality of a sociopath, people seemed to think, with a single glance in her direction... she was made for such a life!
That gentle, unwavering smile, no matter the situation... it wasn't an act. It was the mask worn by a confused girl who wanted so badly to understand something that she couldn't, to belong to something so different from her nature. She tried her best, but in the business she found herself thrown into, everyone around her wore masks, and no one cared about the masks of others. She made money, though, and decided, at a very early age, that she wanted to go to school to add to her repertoire the one thing that could help her career more than simply remaining a model, and going into acting... becoming a Hero. With her terror inspiring abilities, she shouldn't have been able to enroll in a hero course... but her widespread popularity as an a made it possible. She was the apple of the public's eye, a role model for fringe crowd problem children... a possible inspiration for those who might teeter on the brink of villainy to change their ways, should she become a hero. Her decision spiraled into a political initiative, in backlash against the growing villain crowds of America. She was sponsored, and touted as a political platform by a senator running for higher office. He deemed that the limitations of quirks acceptable for heroes should be broadened significantly, that those with less suitable hero quirks should be encouraged to pursue their dreams as well, instead of being rejected by society for something they were simply born with.
And so, Iblis found herself, on the first day of class, in Trope Academy, an oddly named school to be sure, a late course for those who were past the more tender years of high school days, but still wanted to take up 'hero' as a vocation. She was sitting among a class full of strangers, leaning back in her chair. Dress code wasn't as strict as it had been before quirks... people had all sorts of things they wanted to hide, sometimes, and others, things that weren't hide able. It was hard to enforce standards when students didn't all sport the same general body structures... tails, horns, extra eyes, wings, there were always different ones... and Iblis was allowed to wear a black hoody, and keep her hood up, thanks to this. She always felt more comfortable with a cowl on, more comfortable in the dark. She was never alone, anyway, and her 'friend' preferred the dark as well. Shoots were complex affairs when it came to lighting, for her... most of her photoshoots were done in black light settings, or some other exotic fashion. Iblis was known for making her own bio luminescent lighting with her 'eldritch horror', and creating rather dazzling displays with it.
A student beside her tapped her shoulder, and told her a joke, but only got her usual smile in response... a soft, but creepy slip of a smile. As pretty as she was, his response was a blush and to look away, and she actually giggled at that. She loved the mixture of discomfort and arousal she inspired in most... and that was something she was capable of inspiring without showing her quirk, though many knew her face, and her quirk thanks to her high profile child career... even if the intricacies of her quirk were lost on most. There had been interviews, and exclusives on her quirk, but since she was young, not all of its capabilities were manifested, and her doctors were tight lipped about the nature of the quirk. More than just entertainers were intrigued by the rare and strange nature of the quirk, after all, and anyone who leaked such information would find the breach becoming a matter of public knowledge a career risking move.
There was nothing in school that really caught her attention, though. She'd been sponsored into this hero school, and it hadn't truly started, not yet... but she'd skipped the entrance exams, and the students around her had already met and many already knew what one another was capable of. She didn't know any of them. There was a student that looked like a bull, there were several normal looking students, there was one with wings, and one with cat features. So many strange people... Iblis placed her chin in her hand, and huffed. None of them were interesting. None of them made her feel anything.
That gentle, unwavering smile, no matter the situation... it wasn't an act. It was the mask worn by a confused girl who wanted so badly to understand something that she couldn't, to belong to something so different from her nature. She tried her best, but in the business she found herself thrown into, everyone around her wore masks, and no one cared about the masks of others. She made money, though, and decided, at a very early age, that she wanted to go to school to add to her repertoire the one thing that could help her career more than simply remaining a model, and going into acting... becoming a Hero. With her terror inspiring abilities, she shouldn't have been able to enroll in a hero course... but her widespread popularity as an a made it possible. She was the apple of the public's eye, a role model for fringe crowd problem children... a possible inspiration for those who might teeter on the brink of villainy to change their ways, should she become a hero. Her decision spiraled into a political initiative, in backlash against the growing villain crowds of America. She was sponsored, and touted as a political platform by a senator running for higher office. He deemed that the limitations of quirks acceptable for heroes should be broadened significantly, that those with less suitable hero quirks should be encouraged to pursue their dreams as well, instead of being rejected by society for something they were simply born with.
And so, Iblis found herself, on the first day of class, in Trope Academy, an oddly named school to be sure, a late course for those who were past the more tender years of high school days, but still wanted to take up 'hero' as a vocation. She was sitting among a class full of strangers, leaning back in her chair. Dress code wasn't as strict as it had been before quirks... people had all sorts of things they wanted to hide, sometimes, and others, things that weren't hide able. It was hard to enforce standards when students didn't all sport the same general body structures... tails, horns, extra eyes, wings, there were always different ones... and Iblis was allowed to wear a black hoody, and keep her hood up, thanks to this. She always felt more comfortable with a cowl on, more comfortable in the dark. She was never alone, anyway, and her 'friend' preferred the dark as well. Shoots were complex affairs when it came to lighting, for her... most of her photoshoots were done in black light settings, or some other exotic fashion. Iblis was known for making her own bio luminescent lighting with her 'eldritch horror', and creating rather dazzling displays with it.
A student beside her tapped her shoulder, and told her a joke, but only got her usual smile in response... a soft, but creepy slip of a smile. As pretty as she was, his response was a blush and to look away, and she actually giggled at that. She loved the mixture of discomfort and arousal she inspired in most... and that was something she was capable of inspiring without showing her quirk, though many knew her face, and her quirk thanks to her high profile child career... even if the intricacies of her quirk were lost on most. There had been interviews, and exclusives on her quirk, but since she was young, not all of its capabilities were manifested, and her doctors were tight lipped about the nature of the quirk. More than just entertainers were intrigued by the rare and strange nature of the quirk, after all, and anyone who leaked such information would find the breach becoming a matter of public knowledge a career risking move.
There was nothing in school that really caught her attention, though. She'd been sponsored into this hero school, and it hadn't truly started, not yet... but she'd skipped the entrance exams, and the students around her had already met and many already knew what one another was capable of. She didn't know any of them. There was a student that looked like a bull, there were several normal looking students, there was one with wings, and one with cat features. So many strange people... Iblis placed her chin in her hand, and huffed. None of them were interesting. None of them made her feel anything.