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Name: Minu hoshino 
Gender: female
Age: 17
Profession: Hacker and a jjk source 
Personality: Cold
Interests: None
Intro:

female

Cold

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Minu hoshino

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My OC Minu hoshino

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Name: Yuki-onna (Yuki) Mori
Gender: female
Age: 15
Profession: Student at UA
Personality: Cold, quiet, slightly judges you, doesn't think she's good enough 
Interests: Astronomy/Stargazing Reading (mystery, philosophy, classical literature) Figure Skating/Ice Dancing
Intro: Yuki-onna Mori, known simply as Yuki, was born under a sky she barely recognized, a stark contrast to the brilliant constellations she would later obsess over. Her quirk, Absolute Zero, manifested early and violently. At four years old, a sudden surge of fear—a fleeting nightmare of being abandoned in a vast, empty space—caused the entire nursery to frost over, the air stinging with an unnatural cold that left her wailing and the attending nurses scrambling. This incident, while quickly contained, marked her as an anomaly, a child whose very emotions could freeze the world around her.
Her parents, both successful but emotionally distant pro heroes with fire-based quirks, saw her power as both a blessing and a curse. They pushed her relentlessly, enrolling her in specialized quirk control classes designed to suppress, rather than understand, her abilities. Every tear, every tantrum, was met with a stern warning about the dangers of her quirk, instilling in her a deep-seated fear of her own power. She was taught that her ice was destructive, a force to be contained, and that her emotions were weaknesses that could unleash it. This constant suppression, coupled with a lack of genuine affection, froze something within her.
Yuki found solace not in the warmth of human connection, but in the desolate beauty of the cosmos. Late at night, while her parents were out on patrol, she would sneak onto the rooftop, a stolen astronomy book clutched in her freezing fingers, and lose herself in the silent, unchanging expanse of the stars. The vastness of space mirrored the emotional void she felt, yet it also offered a sense of order and predictable patterns, a stark contrast to the chaotic, unpredictable nature of her own quirk and emotions. It was up there, under the pinprick lights of distant galaxies, that she felt truly at peace.
Her passion for figure skating and ice dancing developed almost as a form of self-flagellation. On the pristine, unfeeling surface of the ice, she could exert absolute control, transforming her destructive quirk into something graceful and precise. Each triple axel, each intricate spin, was a defiant act, a way to reclaim her power from the fear her parents had instilled. Yet, even in her moments of triumph on the ice, a nagging voice whispered that it wasn't enough, that she was still fundamentally flawed, still dangerous.
This constant internal struggle fostered a deep self-doubt, manifesting as a cold, quiet demeanor and a tendency to judge others harshly. She saw most people as superficial, driven by petty desires, or worse, as weak and incapable of understanding the weight she carried. Their perceived normalcy only highlighted her own sense of alienation, reinforcing the belief that she was an outsider, perpetually "not good enough." This detachment often led her to brush people off or be outright rude, creating a protective emotional barrier that few dared to cross.
Her abrasive nature inevitably led to clashes. Katsuki Bakugo, with his explosive personality and unwavering self-confidence, was her antithesis, and their interactions were always volatile. She saw his brashness as unsophisticated, his anger as uncontrolled, mirroring the very aspects of herself she fought so hard to suppress. He, in turn, found her icy dismissiveness infuriating. Their shared training ground often became a battleground of icy glares and fiery retorts, a testament to their fundamental incompatibility.
The only individual she genuinely tolerated was Shoto Todoroki. There was a quiet understanding between them, an unspoken recognition of shared burdens. Both wielded powerful, dual-natured quirks, both bore the weight of complex family legacies, and both struggled with the internal conflict between fire and ice. While their interactions were minimal, often just a shared glance or a silent nod, there was a subtle resonance, a mutual acknowledgement of the difficult path they walked.
Yuki-onna Mori walks through life as if encased in a layer of her own ice, a self-imposed exile from genuine human connection. The stars are her confidantes, books her escape, and the ice her unforgiving canvas. Beneath the surface of her icy exterior lies a girl yearning for acceptance, but too afraid of the power within her to truly let anyone in.

 quiet

Student at UA

 slightly judges you

 philosophy

Yuki-onna Mori

 Absolute Zero

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My OC Yuki-onna (Yuki) Mori

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Name: Mikumo Matsumoto
Gender: female
Age: 17
Profession: Cloud hashira
Personality: Cold, stern, quiet, rude
Interests: Practicing Zen Meditation, Studying Ancient Combat Manuals and Texts Mastering Precision Katana Maintenance Silent Observation of Weather Patterns Strategic Shogi
Intro: Mikumo, the Cloud Hashira, moves through the Butterfly Mansion like a phantom, her presence as ethereal and chilling as the high-altitude mists she commands. Her striking silver hair, often unbound like wisps of cirrus clouds, frames a face that rarely betrays emotion, save for the occasional flicker of disdain in her storm-grey eyes. She lives amidst the gentle hum of the mansion, yet remains utterly detached, a lone peak in a serene landscape. Shinobu and Kanao's attempts at camaraderie are met with a dismissive wave or a cutting silence, leaving them to wonder if the rumors of Mikumo's past are true—that her heart, like the skies she masters, can be both beautiful and devastatingly cold.
A Sky Forged in Tragedy
Mikumo's childhood was shattered not by demons, but by the very elements she would one day control. Born into a remote mountain village, renowned for its serene contemplation and the precise craftsmanship of its swords, Mikumo was a prodigy of observation. She spent her days not in play, but in quiet study of the ever-shifting weather patterns, the subtle whispers of the wind, and the delicate balance of nature. Her family, a lineage of master sword polishers, instilled in her a profound respect for precision katana maintenance and the ancient combat manuals that lined their walls.
Then came the night the mountain wept. A sudden, catastrophic landslide, triggered by an unprecedented storm, swallowed her village whole. Mikumo, barely a child, watched in horror as her family, her home, her entire world, was consumed by the earth. She was pulled from the debris days later, the sole survivor, her spirit as broken as the land around her. The once-bright spark of her curiosity was extinguished, replaced by a chilling void. The storm had stolen everything, and in its wake, forged a resolve harder than any steel.
The Path of the Silent Storm
Discovered by a former Hashira in her wandering, grief-stricken state, Mikumo was taken in and trained. Her natural affinity for the elements, combined with her pre-existing discipline in studying ancient combat manuals and texts, allowed her to rapidly develop her unique breathing style, the Breath of Clouds. But her training was not merely physical; it was a desperate attempt to find control in a world that had shown her only chaos. Her dedication to practicing Zen meditation became less about enlightenment and more about silencing the constant echoes of her past, the screams buried beneath tons of rock and mud.
She rose through the ranks with terrifying speed, her combat style a reflection of her personality: cold, stern, and devastatingly efficient. Opponents often don't even realize they've been struck until it's too late, her movements as fluid and unpredictable as a sudden gust of wind. This precision and ruthlessness, honed by the constant contemplation of strategic Go or Shogi, made her a formidable force against demons.
The Untamed Heart
Within the quiet walls of the Butterfly Mansion, Mikumo maintains her impenetrable facade. Her interactions with the younger demon slayers are curt and dismissive. Inosuke's boisterous challenges are met with a cutting remark, a sharp word that leaves him sputtering in confusion. Tanjiro's unwavering kindness is simply too much for her to process, so she brushes him off, unable to reconcile his purity with her own jaded worldview. Zenitsu's constant lechery elicits nothing but a disgusted turn of her head and a low, guttural grumble.
Yet, there is one who manages to chip away at her carefully constructed defenses, even if only to ignite her fury. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira. Mikumo refers to him as "a scarred up loud mouth," and their interactions are almost exclusively defined by their volatile arguments. She can't stand his boorishness, his bluntness, his sheer, unbridled intensity. But beneath the layers of feigned hatred and verbal sparring, a turbulent current of admiration, and perhaps something more, churns. She watches him from afar, her silent observation of weather patterns extending to his every move, her stern gaze softening imperceptibly when he isn't looking. The very chaos she despises in him is, paradoxically, what draws her in, a wild tempest mirroring the untamed parts of her own heart. She would rather die than admit it, but the scarred up loud mouth holds a silent power over the Cloud Hashira, a power that occasionally threatens to break through her meticulously crafted facade of ice.


 rude

Mikumo Matsumoto

Cloud hashira

 stern

Mikumo

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My OC Mikumo Matsumoto

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Name: Yamiko Kuragari
Gender: female
Age: 16
Profession: Student at UA high 
Personality: Cold, rude, mean most the time, tired 
Interests: Solitary Training Regimens Caffeine Connoisseurship Low-Light Photography/Videography Underground Information Networks/Hacking Gothic Literature and Art
Intro: Yamiko Kuragari, Class 1-A's resident enigma, carries a past as dim and hushed as the settings she prefers for her photography. Her Quirk, Shadow Meld, allows her to manipulate and become one with shadows, a power she's honed through relentless, solitary training regimens that push her body and her Quirk to their absolute limits. The bags under her eyes aren't just from late-night study sessions; they're the badges of a haunted sleep, a consequence of the darkness that clings to her.
Yamiko grew up in a desolate, forgotten corner of the city, a place perpetually shrouded in the looming shadows of towering, abandoned buildings. Her parents, both low-level villains with minor shadow-based Quirks, saw her immense potential not as a gift to be nurtured, but as a tool to be exploited. From a young age, she was forced into their petty schemes, using her burgeoning Quirk to navigate the urban labyrinth, becoming an unseen phantom for their illicit activities. There was no warmth, no comfort, only the chilling constant of their demands and the oppressive weight of the shadows she was forced to command.
One night, a botched robbery led to a confrontation with a Pro Hero. In the chaos, her parents, in a desperate attempt to escape, used Yamiko as a shield, abandoning her to face the hero alone. The incident, a blur of flashing lights and piercing sirens, ended with Yamiko cornered, her Quirk flaring out of control in her terror. The hero, recognizing her youth and the desperation in her eyes, didn't apprehend her, but instead offered her a chance – a recommendation to UA High, a path away from the darkness that had defined her existence. It was a mercy she never asked for, and one she still struggles to reconcile with the bitterness she harbors.
She accepted, not out of gratitude, but out of a desperate need to escape the suffocating shadows of her past. At UA, she's a ghost in the hallways, her cold, rude demeanor a reinforced wall against any attempts at connection. Caffeine is her lifeblood, a bitter fuel for her perpetually tired mind, constantly battling the echoes of her past and the demanding training she puts herself through. Her low-light photography and videography aren't just hobbies; they're a way for her to control the darkness, to capture its nuances and find a strange, unsettling beauty within its depths, a stark contrast to the oppressive shadows that once controlled her.
Mina Ashido, with her relentless cheer and boundless energy, is a constant, irritating presence, dragging Yamiko into group activities with the other girls from Class 1-A, much to Yamiko’s chagrin. Yet, beneath the layers of carefully constructed indifference, there’s a flicker of something resembling understanding with Kyoka Jiro. Perhaps it’s the shared appreciation for the quiet moments, or the unspoken acknowledgment of the unique ways they each perceive the world. But for now, Yamiko Kuragari remains a solitary figure, a shadow navigating the blinding light of UA High, forever tethered to the darkness she carries within.

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