Post by Dr. Yori Shisutemu on Dec 8, 2018 18:48:02 GMT
YORI SHISUTEMU "Logistically speaking? Yes. I am quite mad." |
THE BASICS
REAL NAME: | Yori, Shisutemu |
HERO/VILLAIN/VIGILANTE ALIAS: | Doc |
GROUP: | Hero |
RANK: | C+ |
DOB + AGE: | September 1st | 42 |
GENDER: | Male (He, Him) |
SEXUALITY: | Complicated |
NATIONALITY: | Japanese |
AFFILIATION: | U.A. Teacher | Pro Hero |
POSITION: | Support Teacher | Exam Proctor | Event Coordinator | Mechanical Science course instructor | Heroic Gadgeteer |
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
HEIGHT: | 5'10'' |
WEIGHT: | 130 lbs |
HAIR COLOR | Black |
EYE COLOR: | Blue |
SKIN COLOR: | Paleish |
BLOOD TYPE: | AB+ |
CHARACTERISTICS: | Prosthetic Left Leg |
FC NAME (SERIES): | professor sycamore (pokemon) |
The interesting thing about Yori that the picture above does NOT show is the prosthetic leg. While he looks like a kind soul, his human body has one flaw. His left leg is not human. It looks human, is painted like human skin, and even functions normally. But that's about all that is needed.
PERSONALITY
LIKES EfficiencyScience Teaching Sugar | DISLIKES OverworkingDates Mistakes Attachment |
RUMOR/SECRET: | Before his teaching job, his wife was institutionalized from their kid's inevitable demise. |
A brilliant man at one point, a genius of his craft in the field of an era long since past. Doctor Yori is without a doubt a brainiac of an individual. He had a dream to revolutionize the modern heroic world, which he almost achieved with numerous thesis papers on why the support industry NEEDS funding, and more of it. He had created gadgets and doodads for modern era heroism. To this day, he is still regarded as a major factor in the Support branches of heroism. And he would often be modest to those who praised him. Stating that anyone could have done it. He just pulled the trigger.
But times change. After Hoshiko Shisutemu, his twelve-year old daughter fell into a coma due to a home intruder, he has... lost a little up in his head. He's not himself. He never fully recovered from grief, and it's affected him on such a negative level that he has become closed off from the world. He threw himself at his work fully. He rarely goes home, bringing a sleeping bag always with him. Home is is a hellscape of memories and past mistakes that he could have stopped. Is there any wonder why he doesn't want to go back there?
No. Didn't think so.
If you took a scalpel and dissected Doctor Yori at a fundamental level, the thing he loves most is teaching. In U.A., he helped his fellow classmates in the support division pass class after class, just by teaching them fundamentals of hero gadgetry. He was a sponge for learning, soaking it all in. And he caught on very quickly. While he may have lost a few marbles, he still loves teaching, and no amount of insanity makes him less qualified for the job. He believes the next generation can, and will, surpass him, and he will make it so. Or fail them on the harshest grading curve in existence.
But times change. After Hoshiko Shisutemu, his twelve-year old daughter fell into a coma due to a home intruder, he has... lost a little up in his head. He's not himself. He never fully recovered from grief, and it's affected him on such a negative level that he has become closed off from the world. He threw himself at his work fully. He rarely goes home, bringing a sleeping bag always with him. Home is is a hellscape of memories and past mistakes that he could have stopped. Is there any wonder why he doesn't want to go back there?
No. Didn't think so.
If you took a scalpel and dissected Doctor Yori at a fundamental level, the thing he loves most is teaching. In U.A., he helped his fellow classmates in the support division pass class after class, just by teaching them fundamentals of hero gadgetry. He was a sponge for learning, soaking it all in. And he caught on very quickly. While he may have lost a few marbles, he still loves teaching, and no amount of insanity makes him less qualified for the job. He believes the next generation can, and will, surpass him, and he will make it so. Or fail them on the harshest grading curve in existence.
BACKGROUND HISTORY
PLACE OF BIRTH/HOMETOWN: | Kyoto, Japan |
PARENTS: | Unknown Father, Mari Shisutemu (Mother, Alive) |
SIBLINGS: | None |
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: | Akemi Shisutemu (Wife, Institutionalized) |
OTHER: | Hoshiko Shisutemu (Daughter, Comatose), Aoi Sato (Cousin, Alive) |
The brilliant mind of a brilliant man, all the way through U.A. Yori was one of the brightest pupils of his year. He was a damn good support student at U.A. One of the few individuals who was thought to have it all put together. To understand life on a fundamental level. The kind of guy in class you know is going places. It seemed to be the case. Yori would help his class pass. Top of the game, top of the world.
The young support hero went to a college to sharpen his skills too, averaging a 3.89 GPA, with a number of research papers on topics regarding support, why it mattered, and how funding the branch could save lives. Efficiency to save money, along with a genuine passion for the sciences, this man was set to be the top of the world. He gained his Master's at the age of twenty-four, making Yori the setter of the bar to reach for support students to come.
Meeting the woman of his dreams at the age of twenty-five, the two hit it off in such a way that left Yori speechless most of the time. Someone as passionate as him, spending night after night, sometimes weeks at a time in the laboratory with him and her alone. Akemi was everything Yori aspired to be. Her own GPA sat at 3.92, and while she was a year older, Yori utilized all of his skills at romance to swoon her. And boy.
He was a dork.
It started off cute. A box of stimulating chocolates. A bouquet of fire lilies. A valentine gone horribly wrong leading to a lab fire. Awkward flirting, telling her that she was his density, which led to a philosophical conversation that left Yori flustered, yet entranced. Dancing atop cars, despite Yori's two left feet, with car alarms blazing and waking the neighbors that might surround them. Running five miles out of shape just so he could speak to her. Eventually, she said yes. To both questions. She was pregnant, and Yori would be father to Hoshiko Shisutemu nine months after.
Never had a person been the center of his world before, and while Akemi was definitely closer than most, the new father must have bursted into tears when he saw baby Hoshiko for the first time. She was the star of his life. The star pupil he had dreamed for. Someone he could be proud of. He imagined every scenario of the future. School? Easy peasy. Quirk teaching? Simple. College? Even simpler, he'd pay for it himself. Romance with boys and or girls?
Let's not talk about that one.
For twelve years. The caring father and mother would raise Hoshiko, such a naive, curious soul. Such a brilliant mind of a brilliant daughter. The apple of Yori's eye. Everything he hoped for, everything he dreamed of was coming true. He was a man who had lived his life to the fullest. Soon, would the torch pass to the next generation. He could rest easy.
So you must understand. When Yori's life crashed, you must understand why what happened happened. Because this story does not have a happy ending.
Tragedy strikes at the oddest times. When one least expects the worst to happen, sometimes it does. For Yori, the worst case scenario, and a cornerstone of fear for him was something happening to his ten year old daughter. The thirty-seven year old father would come home that day. The door ajar. No cars home. Only one to be home now was his twelve year old daughter, whom he and Akemi had left alone. They taught her not to open the door for strangers. So why had this happened?
The world stops. Yori is numb. There she was. Laying upwards. Bleeding out. Bullet wound.
He remembered running over, grabbing his dying daughter into his arms. His tears flowed out faster than the blood could come. She was dying. He didn't think, he merely put his jack into a phone, and yelled his lungs out for 911. He held her in his arms, feeling her bloodied hands grabbing onto Yori's shirt, gasping for air. Constantly, he told Hosiko to hold on. To stay with her. To not die on her. Over and over and over again.
Paramedics came, and took her away to immediate surgery. Akemi was called soon after, and after what must have been forever, they were confronted by the doctors, police officials. Everyone telling them what happened. Apparently, someone had broken in via lock-picking their front door to steal the illustrious Doctor Yori's research, and Hoshiko attempted to be a hero. He had a pistol, and while it wasn't fatal, there was a very likely chance, that is 99%, that Hoshiko Shisutemu would never wake up again.
That day was the last time he saw his daughter's eyes open.
Two years of drinking his misery away (age thirty-nine), alone, he got back on the horse, wishing to pay the insane hospital bills. He applied for the support division of the exact school that gave him life before, to save the life of one greater than him. Knowing full well that he may fail, the doctor is all in. On an endless quest to research his precious daughter's salvation. So far, he has been a teacher for two years, on his third now.
The young support hero went to a college to sharpen his skills too, averaging a 3.89 GPA, with a number of research papers on topics regarding support, why it mattered, and how funding the branch could save lives. Efficiency to save money, along with a genuine passion for the sciences, this man was set to be the top of the world. He gained his Master's at the age of twenty-four, making Yori the setter of the bar to reach for support students to come.
Meeting the woman of his dreams at the age of twenty-five, the two hit it off in such a way that left Yori speechless most of the time. Someone as passionate as him, spending night after night, sometimes weeks at a time in the laboratory with him and her alone. Akemi was everything Yori aspired to be. Her own GPA sat at 3.92, and while she was a year older, Yori utilized all of his skills at romance to swoon her. And boy.
He was a dork.
It started off cute. A box of stimulating chocolates. A bouquet of fire lilies. A valentine gone horribly wrong leading to a lab fire. Awkward flirting, telling her that she was his density, which led to a philosophical conversation that left Yori flustered, yet entranced. Dancing atop cars, despite Yori's two left feet, with car alarms blazing and waking the neighbors that might surround them. Running five miles out of shape just so he could speak to her. Eventually, she said yes. To both questions. She was pregnant, and Yori would be father to Hoshiko Shisutemu nine months after.
Never had a person been the center of his world before, and while Akemi was definitely closer than most, the new father must have bursted into tears when he saw baby Hoshiko for the first time. She was the star of his life. The star pupil he had dreamed for. Someone he could be proud of. He imagined every scenario of the future. School? Easy peasy. Quirk teaching? Simple. College? Even simpler, he'd pay for it himself. Romance with boys and or girls?
Let's not talk about that one.
For twelve years. The caring father and mother would raise Hoshiko, such a naive, curious soul. Such a brilliant mind of a brilliant daughter. The apple of Yori's eye. Everything he hoped for, everything he dreamed of was coming true. He was a man who had lived his life to the fullest. Soon, would the torch pass to the next generation. He could rest easy.
So you must understand. When Yori's life crashed, you must understand why what happened happened. Because this story does not have a happy ending.
Tragedy strikes at the oddest times. When one least expects the worst to happen, sometimes it does. For Yori, the worst case scenario, and a cornerstone of fear for him was something happening to his ten year old daughter. The thirty-seven year old father would come home that day. The door ajar. No cars home. Only one to be home now was his twelve year old daughter, whom he and Akemi had left alone. They taught her not to open the door for strangers. So why had this happened?
The world stops. Yori is numb. There she was. Laying upwards. Bleeding out. Bullet wound.
He remembered running over, grabbing his dying daughter into his arms. His tears flowed out faster than the blood could come. She was dying. He didn't think, he merely put his jack into a phone, and yelled his lungs out for 911. He held her in his arms, feeling her bloodied hands grabbing onto Yori's shirt, gasping for air. Constantly, he told Hosiko to hold on. To stay with her. To not die on her. Over and over and over again.
Paramedics came, and took her away to immediate surgery. Akemi was called soon after, and after what must have been forever, they were confronted by the doctors, police officials. Everyone telling them what happened. Apparently, someone had broken in via lock-picking their front door to steal the illustrious Doctor Yori's research, and Hoshiko attempted to be a hero. He had a pistol, and while it wasn't fatal, there was a very likely chance, that is 99%, that Hoshiko Shisutemu would never wake up again.
That day was the last time he saw his daughter's eyes open.
Akemi broke down. Yori resorted to drinking his misery away. None of it helped. A driving wedge between them formed, as Akemi wanted to let her little girl pass on, while Yori, with the 1% chance to save her, demanded her to fall in line. It escalated when Akemi drew a knife on her lover, and after a long fight, and the maddening of both parent's, Akemi was institutionalized. She went mad. And in a way, so too did Yori.
Two years of drinking his misery away (age thirty-nine), alone, he got back on the horse, wishing to pay the insane hospital bills. He applied for the support division of the exact school that gave him life before, to save the life of one greater than him. Knowing full well that he may fail, the doctor is all in. On an endless quest to research his precious daughter's salvation. So far, he has been a teacher for two years, on his third now.
THE ARMORY
- Assortment of wires with plugs; for his Quirk. Hot pink.
- Prosthetic Leg; A painful surgery he conducted on himself. A metallic secret weapon, that looks surprisingly humanoid, starting at the top of the knee down. Not many people know of it. Looks skin color to fool his enemies. It's just shiny and durable, with nothing else special about it.
- Flask; he needs it when he's off work. You would too. Silver
- Sleeping Bag; for time in the laboratory and to not have to go home. Hot pink.
- Wallet; has pictures of his wife and daughter whom he holds dearly for himself. Also hot pink.
- Toolkit; for engineering purposes. Contains all one might need, and looks like a suitcase upon first glance, but once you open it, it's filled with anything except power tools needed.
- Prosthetic Leg; A painful surgery he conducted on himself. A metallic secret weapon, that looks surprisingly humanoid, starting at the top of the knee down. Not many people know of it. Looks skin color to fool his enemies. It's just shiny and durable, with nothing else special about it.
- Flask; he needs it when he's off work. You would too. Silver
- Sleeping Bag; for time in the laboratory and to not have to go home. Hot pink.
- Wallet; has pictures of his wife and daughter whom he holds dearly for himself. Also hot pink.
- Toolkit; for engineering purposes. Contains all one might need, and looks like a suitcase upon first glance, but once you open it, it's filled with anything except power tools needed.
QUIRK & SKILLS
TECHNOJACK
TYPE: Mutation
RANK/LEVEL: C+
SUMMARY:
Thanks to being born with a data-jack in the back of his neck that can change shapes for different inputs, he is able to force a wire extension into his neck and interface with technological hardware he connects the other end to. In a manner of speaking, he is able to directly control technology plugged in as an extension of his body. If, say, he plugged in a laser beam strapped to his wrist, not only could he give it power, but all he needs to do is to give it a single thought, and it fires. This goes with any particular bit of technology linked to him, as it enters his neural network. He is even able to power it with his own willpower. Interesting, huh?
It makes it more interesting when he plugs into a computer. In an interesting sense, he's able to interface with databases by merely plugging in, foregoing a hacking process and being able to force himself into a system. Of course, this again requires to jack-in to the hardware, but if he can find a place to jack-in, he can forego the physical hacking process and make it fully cerebral. Though, depending upon a computer system's internal firewalls, this may take anywhere from 1 to 10 posts long, with more security meaning more time. Which means, he still has to HACK, and work with software, but that's do-able.
WEAKNESSES/LIMITATIONS:
For such a simple quirk, one might think Dr. Yori infallible, right? That's a fallacy. The plug can only have one bit of technology jacked in, and no amount of practice will change that. Efficiency is not the name of this Quirk, and while Dr. Yori has attempted it, multiple plug ins do not function. It's one-item deal. Thus, only 1 jacked-in item can benefit from his Technojack per post. He can change it at will as long as he plugs in, but he it doesn't change that fact that if he's plugged into a computer, he isn't plugged into a laser wrist gadget. If he's plugged into a toaster, he isn't into a stove. This becomes problematic for a number of reasons, and forces Dr. Yori to think on his feet. Not to mention, he has to be plugged in to the hardware he wishes to utilize his Quirk on. No connection via datajack? No Quirk.
Adding to this, it takes a great deal of cognitive ability to be able to utilize new objects. While he's learned a general idea of technology, and understands his own inventions, plugging in is like flexing his own muscle he hasn't ever used before. Think of it this way. Take the toaster. If he is making toast, he has to think about flinging the toast when it's done, as well as keeping up the heat until optimal toast. Think of a laser beam. He has to actualize himself shooting a gun in order to fire it. Have you ever thought about the muscles in your body that aren't used much? That's the hurdle. New gadgets or inventions not created by himself have a different internal mechanism, and thus requires feeling it out for 1 post before usage. You would think this weakness makes Yori's new muscle a liability, but quite the contrary; it's all cerebral. His brain takes the hit, and unfortunately, being partially an alcoholic has put a dampen on his abilities.
His biggest weakness, however, is perhaps the one that has haunted him the most since his daughter fell into a coma. While Yori may have the brain of Einstein, he has the muscle capacity of a box of wet noodles. Without the added bonus of technology, say like a metal glove with the ability to create seismic surges upon impact (say, a megaton fist), he can do as much damage as slapping you. Luckily, his forte isn't in brawn, it's brain. What he loses in straight raw power, he makes up in cognitive thought. But still. Strip away the tech, and he's no longer a potential threat.
Last thing. He can't connect to the internet with Technojack. As much as he would love to do that. Best he can do is hack into a locked computer via datajack, and go through cerebral hacking into the hardware. But the net is much more complicated.
RANK/LEVEL: C+
SUMMARY:
Thanks to being born with a data-jack in the back of his neck that can change shapes for different inputs, he is able to force a wire extension into his neck and interface with technological hardware he connects the other end to. In a manner of speaking, he is able to directly control technology plugged in as an extension of his body. If, say, he plugged in a laser beam strapped to his wrist, not only could he give it power, but all he needs to do is to give it a single thought, and it fires. This goes with any particular bit of technology linked to him, as it enters his neural network. He is even able to power it with his own willpower. Interesting, huh?
It makes it more interesting when he plugs into a computer. In an interesting sense, he's able to interface with databases by merely plugging in, foregoing a hacking process and being able to force himself into a system. Of course, this again requires to jack-in to the hardware, but if he can find a place to jack-in, he can forego the physical hacking process and make it fully cerebral. Though, depending upon a computer system's internal firewalls, this may take anywhere from 1 to 10 posts long, with more security meaning more time. Which means, he still has to HACK, and work with software, but that's do-able.
WEAKNESSES/LIMITATIONS:
For such a simple quirk, one might think Dr. Yori infallible, right? That's a fallacy. The plug can only have one bit of technology jacked in, and no amount of practice will change that. Efficiency is not the name of this Quirk, and while Dr. Yori has attempted it, multiple plug ins do not function. It's one-item deal. Thus, only 1 jacked-in item can benefit from his Technojack per post. He can change it at will as long as he plugs in, but he it doesn't change that fact that if he's plugged into a computer, he isn't plugged into a laser wrist gadget. If he's plugged into a toaster, he isn't into a stove. This becomes problematic for a number of reasons, and forces Dr. Yori to think on his feet. Not to mention, he has to be plugged in to the hardware he wishes to utilize his Quirk on. No connection via datajack? No Quirk.
Adding to this, it takes a great deal of cognitive ability to be able to utilize new objects. While he's learned a general idea of technology, and understands his own inventions, plugging in is like flexing his own muscle he hasn't ever used before. Think of it this way. Take the toaster. If he is making toast, he has to think about flinging the toast when it's done, as well as keeping up the heat until optimal toast. Think of a laser beam. He has to actualize himself shooting a gun in order to fire it. Have you ever thought about the muscles in your body that aren't used much? That's the hurdle. New gadgets or inventions not created by himself have a different internal mechanism, and thus requires feeling it out for 1 post before usage. You would think this weakness makes Yori's new muscle a liability, but quite the contrary; it's all cerebral. His brain takes the hit, and unfortunately, being partially an alcoholic has put a dampen on his abilities.
His biggest weakness, however, is perhaps the one that has haunted him the most since his daughter fell into a coma. While Yori may have the brain of Einstein, he has the muscle capacity of a box of wet noodles. Without the added bonus of technology, say like a metal glove with the ability to create seismic surges upon impact (say, a megaton fist), he can do as much damage as slapping you. Luckily, his forte isn't in brawn, it's brain. What he loses in straight raw power, he makes up in cognitive thought. But still. Strip away the tech, and he's no longer a potential threat.
Last thing. He can't connect to the internet with Technojack. As much as he would love to do that. Best he can do is hack into a locked computer via datajack, and go through cerebral hacking into the hardware. But the net is much more complicated.
SKILL NAME
Mechanical EngineerRANK/LEVEL: A-
SUMMARY:
Luckily, the good doctor has an insane amount of ability in the workshop. Screwdrivers, power tools, and a knack for thinking like an engineer, Yori has created a ton of gadgets that has led him to his engineering prowess. While alcohol may have put a damper on his mind for his Quirk, he is no less skilled in body. His muscle memory in how to make machinery and gadgets is with no (clear) rival. You need something fixed? You need to learn how a machine works? He can reverse engineer and understand the functionality.
SKILL NAME
Mad ScientistRANK/LEVEL: B+
SUMMARY:
Do you want a turtle with a jetpack to make it faster? Why not? Yori has lost a few brain cells, and after a little bit of insanity, he is able to mad crazy doodads and gadgets. And while he isn't insane quite yet, he is at the point of his life where duct-taping a juice box onto a hat is considered 'efficient'. While there's an odd sort of logic to his madness, it's clear that Yori can put anything on anything and make some use for it. Rocket-powered turtles? That's only the start.
KIWI
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