Quirk: Lycanthropy - Allows the wielder to shift between wolf and human at will. Additionally the user will always have wolf characteristics regardless of the quirks status. (i.e.= ears, tail, paws instead of feet, darkened skin from the forearm down, claws, sharper canines, more wolf-ish eyes.)
Story + doodles under the cut
Rules (<- a link)
Keeping things SFW also includes limiting dark content and gore. I don't do well with gore so you might get blocked if you have it on your blog. Nothing against you, of course, just don't wanna see it.
Be respectful, if I say no, that's end of story. We're friendly here, racism, transphobia, homophobia, and the like will not be tolerated. That's all, thanks for listening.
NO NSFW UNLESS IT'S JUST MILD JOKES
ADMIN/OC ARE MINORS, and considering his story, Nexus is mentally younger than he is bodily, which makes me even more pressing on it!!!
Kovu Hirose is a Sixteen year old vigilante. If you ask him about his backstory then you'd probably find he isn't able to tell you. And it isn't because he doesn't want to or because it's too difficult, but because he truly doesn't know.
At twelve years old young Kovu had been abandoned; Not out of ill intention of course, but out of sheer panic. Kovu Has a twin brother named Kade, and as most would expect, they were attached at the hip. Once while out playing in their favorite field, the boys had decided to climb the trees out on the edge. They had never tried before and wanted to see the world the way the birds did.
Things go sour and Kovu falls from the tree when a branch he'd been reaching for couldn't hold his weight, the branch itself had come falling right after. And so, Kovu hit the ground, just before the rotting branch landed right on top of him.
He can't remember much about what happened, only distant shouting and feeling a wet warmth spilling over his face. Everything felt fuzzy and every blink shot his head full of pain, and as the sky began to cloud and bring rain with the wind, Kade ran away. Panicked at what he had done to his brother and feeling the desperate need to just do something, he couldn't stay.
The next time Kovu woke, it was slightly chilly from the morning air, his body was damp from the nights rain and the morning dew, his head hurt like hell, and he didn't know where he was.
Much further, after getting up and stumbling, he'd realized he didn't know Who he was either.
After that he lived out his days more confused than he could have ever imagined. The first few days are a fuzzy daze, mostly just constant walking, stumbling through the dirt roads of their countryside town. His quirk would go off at random and he'd get stuck as a wolf for anywhere from a few hours to a few days. Thankfully most people would confuse him for a stray dog and think nothing of it.
That's when he learned that people have more sympathy for animals than they do for heteromorphs.
It started small at first, being threatened or grabbed when out and about, or seeing it happen to others when his quirk was active. But then it got worse, at thirteen, a man in a store had muzzled him.
After that he avoided people as much as possible. people made him nervous. Anytime people would get close, he'd always have some thought of ways they could hurt him, or even worse in his opinion, ways he could hurt them. Ways he could be the monster he'd been called oh so many times. It unnerved him, he didn't want to hurt anyone.
At fourteen He'd long since taken on the name 'Nexus'. In an attempt to quell the thoughts that so frequently screamed at him that he was a danger to others, he decided to give vigilantism a try. While yes, being a hero would have been more ideal, he was completely on his own. He didn't know how to go about trying to get into a school, let alone one for heroes, hell he didn't even have anywhere he could call home other than a den he'd made in a tree at the park.
So from then on out, he adopted his mask and persona, and went and tried to be the best he could, no matter how much it scares him.
(second image is an alternate au, normally he has a massive scar on his face between his eyes)
after the raid on Jaku hospital and casualties were counted, a mass funeral was held at U.A. highschool. A few of their own had perished in the crossfire, faculty were asked to prepare a speech to pay respects. The following is a recording of a live broadcast taken during said event.
Xavier’s speech:
When Heroes Fail.
“The one thing the world loves more than seeing a hero win, is watching a hero fail.”
The question I’m here to ask you, is why? Why have we allowed it to come to this point?
Why does it take a hero failing for you to pay attention? Why does it take pushing someone beyond the human limit, beyond the impossible, the unreasonable for you to raise your voice? Why does it take a hero being bruised, battered, beaten, and broken beyond repair, for you to band together? Why do you band against them, when you should be banding for them?
Heroes are here to protect, to risk their own bodies, hearts, and souls for the sake of people they’ve never once met. Society cheers for them as if they’re grand figures from comic books, and yet we riot against them when they show any hint of being human. What happens when our heroes need ones of their own? Who does the saving when we’ve become so reliant on them to protect us?
Certainly not society.
No, we’ve shown to them that we cannot be trusted to lift them up when they can no longer stand. Society stared these heroes in the eyes as they were breaking down and crumbling, and we glared back for them to do better. To be untouchable and invincible. These heroes are not some higher beings. They’re human. And they deserve that understanding, that benefit of the doubt, every bit of empathy that you would show your own brothers, your own sisters.
You blame them for your losses, for the devastation, when they are the reason you are still living, still breathing. You point the blame as if these people working to protect you were the ones to start the devastation in the first place. They can’t save everyone. You can’t save everyone. We can’t save everyone. But we can add support, add damage control, we can minimize the hurt placed on your shoulders by the wrongs of others.
These heroes put themselves at a loss. Lost themselves, their families, and now their lives. All that I ask is that you do not spit on their graves. Do not tarnish their names when they have fought tooth and nail for your lives until they were stripped of their own. Be there for them, for their friends, their families, their remaining comrades. Be the hero they need for once; if not in person, then in spirit.
These heroes left remaining cannot pour from an empty cup, cannot give when they have no more. They’re people too, people that hurt, that bleed, that love. The next time you feel these things, when you dare to scorn them for expressing the same, remember that you were cut from the same cloth, that you breathe the same air. Remember that they are human too.
