Himari Ohta

THE BASICS

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Often seen in 'cutesy' attire she is adorned with some form of animal likeness on her person or clothing - be it with a charm or with her clothing itself. 

PERSONALITY

Himari is a strange girl - an outside of the box thinker if you will - when she sees a problem she likes to take every possible perspective into account before acting. Very 'empathetic' by nature and confident by nurture, she is one to include everyone she can into her circle and can be found hopping between friend groups, at the edges of gatherings watching curiously or in the spotlight. A 'chameleon' would be the best way to describe her as she is prone to producing the perfect personality for the interaction - some say this is disingenuous but it serves her well enough, anyone who gets to know the real her could be in danger. 

Generally described as trustworthy she rarely trusts anyone as much as they her - this is due to her quirk of VooDoo. The closer she gets to someone the closer they are to seeing what lies underneath the bright bubbly surface... or rather who. She is skillful in conversation to never truly reveal any information about herself that isn't surface level - where she in turn seems to know a lot about everyone else. This is due to her most beloved mantra, "Be well liked, not well known." 

BACKGROUND HISTORY

Himari was raised in a loving home by her two parents - oddly enough neither showed any inclination to quirks and lived modest middle class lives. They provided for their only daughter and dotted on her from the beginning, it was only when she turned 3 that they started to notice the strange draws Himari had toward sewing - which in essence wasn't odd but the way she sewed and stitched together fabrics was what turned their heads. She often spoke as though the fabrics she thrifted from the local hand me down store had a story to them, a history, that was unknown to anyone but the donator and Himari. Often she would be drawn to something on the racks, pulling it out to examine it with narrowed eyes before tilting her head as if she was listening for a moment before turning to her mom and exclaiming some fact like - "These pants used to live in Niigata Prefecture mom, so you know they are sturdy, they would be perfect for my new outfit can I please get them?" Some parents would just write this off as their child having a vivid imagination or an affinity to story telling, but on some occasions the shop owner could confirm the strange facts Himari would mention. 

Her sewing hobby started with simple things - scarves, bags, patches on clothing, full outfits - but soon progressed to 'living' entities like "Puff". Her parents, ever supportive, thought this was just a hobby turned skill ,but only fully understood how wrong they had been when they witnessed her first activation of her quirk. She was 4 at this time, playing in the backyard alone as normal when her mother passed by the kitchen window to get something to drink before going back to her office to continue work - only to see the strangest sight. Her daughter standing as she held a crudely made squirrel doll in her hand, many pin needles sticking out of it's tail - and a frantically running squirrel with no sense of balance desperately trying to get away from her. This wasn't right - as her mother rushed out the back door to confront the situation the "spell" was broken the instant Himari dropped the impromptu effigy and was engulfed in her mother's arms.  The wild animal was released from whatever grasp Himari held on it - bright blue eyes watching it's escape up a tree as her mother frantically checked over her body with fear in her face. She was brought inside for the rest of the day as her mother was convinced the squirrel was riddled with rabies - but Himari was changed from that moment on.

After that day her parents paid more attention to their daughter, but seeing as nothing had obviously changed - albeit the occasional instances where Himari would speak about herself in the third person. "Himari doesn't like that color." or "Himari wants to play alone today." These instances were more frequent when she was still really young and as she grew up and socialized with more kids her own age in school - completely vanished from her vernacular - to the immense relief of her parents. Elementary school was instrumental in Himari's development - but not in the ways most parents would expect. Instead of forming relationships for friendship she was forming relationships in effort to understand how her quirk worked - a quirk she had yet to divulge to her parents, her loving quirk less parents... wouldn't understand. So instead she developed a routine to feign normalcy - School, a wide group of friends she would hang out with on occasion, decently high grades, sewing more 'normal' things, and daily exercise by taking walks in the woods around her home. This was her routine for the past 10 years.

Little did her parents know that her 'walks in the woods' were where she was able to develop her quirk to the point of control. On one particularly successful evening she sat down on a fallen tree, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands to allow her gaze to trace the chaotic tree limbs stretch in all directions above her. She had just managed to to slow a doe as it tried to escape her presence by placing 4 pins in a row down its right front leg and left back leg - it had crumpled almost instantly into a heap with heavy panting. She felt instantly guilty but the shared sensation of 8 stab wounds running down both of her legs was high a price enough for her. All she wanted was a closer look... and once the pain had subsided for her she was able to get near enough to stroke the fur of the doe. It was rough under her fingertips, like stroking pine needles. After a few moments she backed away from the doe and timed how long it took for the effects to subside - the moment they did the panting of pain stopped and she hopped up to flee.

This moment was still running through her mind when she heard her voice softly say, "Himari is a bit twisted isn't she." Instantly she closed her eyes and clenched her jaw - the effigy of the deer was still laying her lap. Angrily she grabbed the sculpture and threw it across the clearing before pressing her palms into her eyes as she sat up to curl into herself. No... No I'm not twisted I...  This wasn't the first time she heard her own voice talk about her as though she wasn't there, as though she were talking to someone else, and as the years went it became clearer to Himari that it was a continued conversation. "Himari! Are you still out here sweetheart? It's time to come in!" Looking up sharply she snapped back to herself - "Yes, I'm coming dad, be right there!" 

That was the night she decided to open up to her parents, what choice did she really have she couldn't keep hiding her abilities - the verbal invasions were no longer under her control and sooner or later they would find out something was wrong. That was the first meal that had gone untouched by all in attendance, she knew it was going to be a hard conversation and at first her parents had extremely different reactions. On one hand her father was furious that she had lied to them and hid something so... well the word he used was 'horrendous' but she likes to block that from memory. While her mother was unusually calm, unflinching even as Himari explained what she was able to do - or at least what she had figured out up to that point. Her father excused himself from the table first and as Himari hung her head in shame her mother took her hands in her own and gave them a light squeeze, "He will come around... I always knew...", she paused pressing her lips together for a moment before letting out a shallow breath, "I always knew something was special about you Himari. I just wish you had trusted us enough to tell us sooner, that's all." Her mother stood and gently touched her cheek before heading off to find her husband. Leaving Himari and a table full of food alone in the silence - a silence only broken by a tiny whisper through trembling lips, "Himari doesn't trust anyone does she?" 

The next few days came and went like normal, the routine of the families life resuming as if nothing had happened, it would have been so easy to forget... to pretend the entire thing never happened - but by the end of the day her mother came into her room and sat on her bed with a thick manila envelop in her hands. "So, your father and I had a long discussion last night and we think the best course of action is to enroll you in U.A. High School, we-" "So you're sending me away? Just like that?! See this is exactly why I didn't say anything to you guys all this time!" Himari was on her feet in an instant, pacing the room in quickening steps, her heart rate rising as the panic of change overrode her mind and sent it into a tail spin. In an effort to comfort herself she had picked up 'Puff' as she continued her frantic pacing. "Himari, calm down please, these people can help you - you love the Pro Hero's I thought you would be excited to go.. be around your own kind-" The sudden gasp that came from her mother as Himari spun to stare at her wasn't due to the fact that she had realized what she was saying … no it was due to the fact that Himari had her hand clasped around the throat of 'Puff'. 

Mother and daughter stared at one another before the pain around Himari's throat subsided - while her mother continued to swallow hard and clasp her throat, fear permeating her entire being. "Mom.. MOM!" Looking down at her hand, she dropped the stuffed toy and covered her mouth with shaking hands as she watched her mother take a full deep breath again - tears welling up in her eyes. She watched in abject horror as her mother stood quickly, her eyes wide and unfocused as she nodded absently and backed out of the room. Himari pretended she didn't hear the sobs as she filled out the transfer paperwork, she pretended she didn't hear the comforting tones of her father - no she pretended she wanted this and perhaps she did, being with her own kind meant that she could be stopped. That was the beginning of the sleepless nights, laying with her eyes closed and her lips pressed tight together to hold back the conversation her voice wanted to have. 

The time between her transfer to UA was the most painful of all - as expected her quirk had left no physical mark on her mother, but the emotional turmoil she could feel emanating from her mother was enough to make her sick. Her parents no longer called her in for meals, always leaving her food neatly prepared and wrapped up for whenever she decided to return home. It was only a few weeks but it felt like a life time, and when the day finally arrived - it felt like a reward to be free of such an oppressing aura. Her once loving and happy home had turned into a cold, silent prison that reeked of fearful glances and clipped conversations. She might have even been jealous of all the families dropping off their kids with excited and proud expressions had she not felt the wash of relief as she walked away from her parents - the last image she had of them - standing stock still, her father's arm protectively around her mother's shoulder … and not a hint of sorrow to see her go. 

Her first steps on campus felt like a breath of fresh air, regardless of the inner city environment she was in. She drank everything in as though she had just left a dessert to find an oasis just for her. "Himari is-" No.

THE ARMORY

QUIRK & SKILLS

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VooDoo

TYPE: Emitter 
RANK/LEVEL: D+
SUMMARY:
Like most 'Magic' Voodoo has a variety of uses and disciplines, on the surface one would assume her quirk is nothing more than using an effigy of her creation in order to inflict pain. In reality there are a lot more moving parts to her quirk that she herself is unaware of - for starters her quirk is more akin to shamanism. Unseen to others, and herself for now, every time she activates her quirk she summons spirits that then attach to a  target for 3 posts at which point she must choose a new target. How she attaches a spirit to someone is by making contact with them - any form of physical contact will do - hair does not count as contact.

As she is still in the dark about how her quirk functions the spirits' actions are linked entirely to the effigy of the target in mind and causes reciprocal pain to the target and Himari. Meaning if she stabs the effigy in the stomach both the target and herself will feel pain of the same level at the same time - the effects of the pain will last longer on the target but she will feel it at the same time it is inflicted. The pain on the target lasts until the spirit is detached but Himari's pain fades within a post.

In terms of attaching onto a friendly target there are more steps - firstly the friendly target is required to be in possession and holding a blue spool of thread specifically from Himari. While holding the spool if Himari attaches a spirit to them all of the targets pain is sent to Himari for 2 posts - freeing her ally from pain to push through a fight or escape danger. Once the two posts are up the pain will revert in full force to the target. 

As her quirk progresses she will be able to abandon the need for effigies completely and use her own body as a means of pain infliction. 

WEAKNESSES/LIMITATIONS:

Summoning these spirits is extremely taxing on her body as she is bending their will to her own - this drains her spiritual energy and can lead to her passing out if overused in early stages. She can only target a single person at a time with a maximum of 3 people per thread - with no repeated attachments on the same target. [For a total of 9 posts of quirk use.]

It should be understood that when using an effigy it is only pain that is felt and this quirk cannot be used to decapitate or kill inherently - effigies cannot be used to control the actions of other characters.

The pain transfer on her allies does not heal wounds, stop bleeding, repair broken bones or undo any physical damage - and is only used to remove the experience of pain. 

The quirk can be broken early if she loses passive concentration on her target - for example taking a blow to the head which would cause sufficient distraction. Of course being knocked out will also result in the quirk ending early.

RANK/LEVEL: C

SUMMARY: 
Having always been interested in fashion, sewing was to Himari like water was to a fish. This progressed through the years as she made her own patch work clothes, toys and blankets - this was so ingrained in her personality it was expected of her loved ones to receive something sewn for every holiday or birthday. 

RANK/LEVEL: D

SUMMARY:
As an only child her dolls and the wilderness that surrounded her childhood home were her company. Her parents were busy as is so she often found herself entertaining herself by exploring with her trusty stitched companion. Having spent nearly her whole life in the woods she became comfortable in rural surroundings - climbing trees, tracking small animals, and honing quick and quiet traversal through the uneven ground. If she wasn't in school or with friends she was sure to be in the woods.

Himari

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