Hellion (WIP)

Codename: Hellion
Nickname(s): Cherry
Age: 26
Race: Half-oni
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Is this a canon?: Newp


Hair Color:Black
Eye Color: Red
Gender: Female
Height: 7'4//Yokai form: 8'6"
Weight: 220lbs//Yokai Form: 440lbs
Other Traits: Tall, that's a good way to describe miss Hioshiro. Being a smidge above seven foot four, maybe three fifth's of an inch, though she's built sturdy, sturdier than most guys and definitely sturdier than most women, an amazon in the truest sense of the word. At a glance one would assume her to just be gifted in height, just a really big girl, but there are some discrepancies. First off, she has horns, two in fact that jut proudly from her brow that start off coal black, but gradually shifts to a rich crimson red as they near the points and are kept clean and free of marring and damage. Similarly her eyes are a bright shade of red, lively and haunting, captivating with a sort of otherworldy charm that can hold at a glance. Simply put, she's a demi-human.

She has a head of raven black hair kept short, tousled, left to it's own devices really. Her choice of clothing could be described as east meeting west, blending a little bit of one with the other in that she can be seen frequently in a black spandex shirt worn underneath a sleeveless, shortcropped haori, hakama that borrow from the idea of western chaps worn over either some hip hugging black cargo jeans or a pair of black shorts, usually with the emblem of her place of employment placed someplace. Hashi frequently smells of sake, motor oil, sweat and, usually, grapefruit.



Main Power Origins: Supernatural

Powers
Oni Physiology: Needless to say, Hashi isn't normal, not that it needed to be said. She looks different, not really human, looking more like a mix of human and demon with more of a favor in the human side of the court. But her oni half? It grants her several benefits, things that make her truly inhuman.

Supernatural strength: Hellion is a physical powerhouse able to accomplish great feats of physical strength, lifting immense objects with surprising ease. While not as strong as a full blooded oni, her strength is such that she can tear the turret off a tank, demolish structures with her bare hands, crush steel like it were paper and lift around twenty tons at the most without any signs of stress. With a bit of strain, she can lift closer to twelve tons

Supernatural durability: Built tough. Hellion is damn near a paragon of physical hardiness, not invulnerable, just aggravatingly tough, like a mountainous block of steel. While undocumented, since she keeps a low profile, one could assume she could easily survive in conditions that would be outright lethal to most normal and even some enhanced beings. From simple hand held firearms, to even larger vehicle based weaponry, explosives, falls from extreme heights. Or getting into a knock-down-drag-out brawl with similarly enhanced or supernatural individuals. Hellion can damn near put up with the best of em just on the merit of toughness alone.

Enhanced Speed: Hellion is quicker than she looks, which is saying a lot, given her large and in charge appearance. But when she needs to beat feet, Hellion is capable of running at a little over thirty miles an hour, about forty, if she sprints, which is notably a lot faster than even the fastest athlete.

Yokai form: An ability innate to Hashi and one that allows her to, you guessed it, transform, albeit temporarily into a full on red oni. Hashi assumes the form by forcing ki into a dormant part part of her chakra system and giving it a sort of wake up call. The changes are readily apparent with Hashi growing over a foot in size, her skin turning blood red, hair turning pink, her eyes becoming pitch black with yellow irises, horns turning black as two additional horns grow from her head.

Hashi in her oni form becomes an even bigger monster of physical proportions. Possessing twice the normal strength and durability she normally brings to bear, she's a real brute but all that strength and power is, however, a bit much for her to take in at once, it causes her morals to decay, drags her into a berserk frenzy of excitement that, overtime, makes her act like a frenzied beast. So she has a sort of timer in place it restricts her to no more than ten minutes of continual usage of her yokai form. But those ten minutes? (Six posts) She can make good use of it to really step it up a notch.

Energy blasts: Hashi has amazing control of her own energies to the point that she can direct it from her hands or mouth as a beam of raw force, more like a surging water fall than a precision laser. An avalanche of raw power, crushing and pounding anything unfortunate enough to be caught in it's cascading path. It's big, it's flashy, it'll get your attention and it's irrevocably blunt. Just like the person behind the attack.

Skills
Mixer: Hashi may just be a bouncer at a local pub, but she's watched the tenders mix up drinks plenty of times. From something as frilly as Amaretto & Pineapple to Blackberry, Pomegranate & Ginger vodka shooters. She knows a few simple drinks and a few of the more complex ones she can throw together. Still prefers straight whiskey.

SURPRISE COMBATANT; BAIT-N-SWITCH, KRAV MAGA EXPERT
Hellion is a unique specimen of fighter in that her initial form of combat is to brawl, to use her weight and the sheer brute force she can bring to bear to overpower most opponents. But what of the ones that she can't overpower? Well, brawling at that point is the bait. She's smarter than she looks, cunning and always looking for a way to get the drop on someone. The switch comes in with her krav maga training as the sloppy brute facade is done away with. The simplistic flailing of punches and the occasional mighty boot; swapped out for precise viciousness.

She goes for the softest parts of the human body with the speed of a trained professional boxer, the precision of a karate black-belt and the joint locking terror of judo and aikido. When she switches gears it's a shock and a surprise to watch her go from this big brawler, fit for a street fight, to a precision based ass-kicker. Gotta be, when you bounce at a bar that frequents supers and the like.

Guard: Hashi is surprisingly good at protecting people, her employers and the patrons she works with, sticks to them like gorilla glue. It's a talent she's picked up from breaking up many a bar brawl, to keep an eye on the trouble makers and to step in when prudent.

Abilities

Peak human stamina: Hellion has a lot of staying power. Lots of endurance in this one here and while she can't exactly benefit from strength training, she does however still benefit from cardio exercises and takes an almost inordinate amount of pleasure from her morning, afternoon and evening runs. Surprisingly or not surprising, this means she's got a lot of stamina to burn, like, olympic levels of stamina.

Physical Weaknesses
Magic: Hellion has a lot of physical resistances, the woman's practically a living wall of steel but even with all that durability, Magic is a bit of a foil. A simple cold arctic breeze, dangerous to a normal person, would be like a balmy spring day to her. But a magically created blast of biting cold? She'd freeze up in a hurry. Naturally, the danger only increases in relation to how strong the magic and it's user is.

Psionics: For all of her physical prowess, Hellion can't do jack diddly or squat against a psychic. She's vulnerable to their subtle and their not so subtle influences. Be it forcing hallucinations or inflicting pain through precise disruption of her nervous system, she can't really defend herself against these forms of assault or intrusions into her mind.

Electricity: It's true she has a thick hide, tough, capable of taking a lot of physical punishment. But skin is skin and electricity has a neat little habit of bypassing that one detail. Someone hits her with a even a moderate shock, hell if someone hits her with a souped up taser, she's going to be hurt, muscles are gonna seize up and she's not gonna be the most comfortable camper in the park, if you know what I mean.

Physical Condition: Hellion's powers are fully dependent on how well she feels, how healthy she is really. Physical injury, be it like an actual injury, a broken bone, or being inflicted with a sickness, would slow her down. Which makes sense in the long term run of things, since no one can really preform at their best if they're hurt or recovering from being sick.


Mental Weaknesses
Kid gloves: Partly due to being so strong she could kill someone with a simple love tap to the shoulder if not careful, or at the very least, break a lot of important things. So she treats everything with kid gloves, holds herself back almost on a subconscious level, to the point she rarely ever goes whole hog in a situation. Though, certain things can naturally cause her to take the kid gloves off if warranted. But her usual state of being is a level of concern for other people, so she always holds back, so as to not hurt someone or something. At least until she realizes she's dealing with someone in her weight category.

Anger: Hellion's got a lot of anger built up over the years. People pushing her around, bullying her. Disrespecting her. Stuff like that can set her off and she won't ask twice for an apology.

Equipment
Alcohol flask: It's a flask of alcohol. Actually it's one of those large novelty sized ones. Loaded up with, like, everclear or something strong. Smells a bit like jet fuel. Probably is jet fuel.




Personality
She's not what most people would think of when they consider a rough and tumble brute that works full time as a pub bouncer, scaring the patrons into compliance and loving a good old fashioned brouhaha. She's a practical lass, a real down to earth type with a nonchalant outlook at her place in life, a relatively happy camper for the most part, with what she's attained in her time being alive. She's well-adjusted for the most part, intelligent, grounded in the present because tomorrow, well, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. So she lives each day to the fullest, like each today is her last today on the face of the planet.

Her virtue is Diligence. Hashi loves her job, hell she loves working and it shows! Being a bouncer isn't glamorous, it isn't glorious, it's kinda shitty actually, having to card people at the door, refuse entry to already intoxicated people and occasionally, having to crack a few heads together. But it's her job dammit, and one she shows great commitment to. She knows the bartenders on a first name basis, she's energetic, comes to work with a smile on her face and a can do attitude. Her only goal is to do what's right, and do what's right to the best of her capabilities.

Her vice is wrath. When rubbed the wrong way, or when her buttons are pushed, Hashi explodes, erupting at the focus of her ire. It's not really hard to get her angry, disrespect, betraying her trust, ect, ect, but her anger in most instances is like an explosion - loud, hot, intense, and sudden, but ultimately something ephemeral in duration; and if her anger was misplaced, her wrath channeled towards the wrong person? she'll apologize and admit she was in the wrong. Simple as that. When driven to the usage of force, Hashi goes the extra mile, to ensure that not only do they regret crossing her, but that they'll fear the thought of crossing her or god forbid, anyone she associates with, ever again. Hashi has learned that Gotham wasn't a nice place, scratch away the glitz, the beauty, the civilized nature and you're left with, well, a place that's savage and dangerous, downright scary even. So she's learned to be scary herself, vicious and cruel even. She's a nice girl, little too friendly most times, but even she needs to bare her fangs from time to time. Sometimes proactively, and what better way to show you mean business then by making an example of one or two trouble makers?

But what makes her so special, the raison d'être, is that she's chill. An easy to get along with juggernaut. Each person she meets, the chance encounters, those little random happenings that just pop out of the blue, she cherishes them. Because each person met is another potential friend, "beneficial" or steadfast, it doesn't matter to her because you, yes you, are special, and she wants to share in what makes you special. The girl is a social butterfly which, while hard to believe at first, isn't all that surprising, or maybe it is, but the girl is as diligent and hardworking with her friends as she is with her work, loyal and steadfast, a shoulder to carry your burdens and pains. Absolutely selfless and compassionate and always, always ready to get your back. Be you in Gotham or Metropolis. Call on her and you can be certain she'll come running. That is her way, the hioshiro way and she wouldn't have it any other way.



Family Members:
Place of Origin: Gotham City

History
Before Hashi, before the girl that would be known as Hellion was born, there was her mother Asuka. A Japanese national and the only child of a shinto shrine monk and a school teacher. To say her life was strict would have been an understatement. Both parents rode her incessantly, upbraiding her if she fell short by so much as an inch. It tore into her, made her a nervous wreck while all the stress and tribulations drove her into a depression. A funk that she just couldn't seem to crawl out of, all because her parents were never satisfied, always expecting more and more than she could really...give.

It's a surprise that she never took a knife and dragged it right up her arms, one by one.

But she found a sort of anchor, a rock, in the ocean she called life, to cling to. Hate. Hate drove her to press forward, It gave purpose to, what was, at the least, an empty life filled with stress and mental suffering. She hated them and so she did everything her way, come hell or high water, she did what she wanted to do.

This was how she met Yorozu later in life, a man who had a certain...beef with her father, why? he wouldn't say. All she knew, was he hated him with as much a passion as she did and that was good enough for her. It was love born from a mutual hatred, but the man's hatred was deeper, ran as far back as the Heian period. In a way, he was using her to get back at the descendant who had taken his left eye. A petty revenge, small, but one he felt was justified.

He never hurt her, oh no, he found her to be something of a kindred spirit of sorts. A little bit twisted, sure, but with parents like that? who wouldn't be. He wanted her and she wanted him, simple as pie and after many a secret nighttime tryst, became pregnant with child. Of course her father wasn't pleased with this, furious you might say a boiling rage that one night came out like an explosion as he tried to shove her down a flight of stairs in an attempt to...correct this mistake.

Asuka had never killed a person, never knew the sensation, but that night, as her hands were wrapped around her father's throat in an adrenaline fueled fit of fear and hatred, strangling the life from his body, watching as he wheezed and drooled. She became intimate with the sensation. Not just of how good it felt to kill something you hated, but of protecting a life that you made.

The woman fled her country, used every last one of her pennies to get a one way ticket to where? Anywhere but here. It wasn't like she could stay. Because while her actions were entirely justifiable as self-defense, her life over her fathers, there would always be a certain stigma that would have followed her to the end of her days.

So she fled to America, Gotham in particular. Not only to get away from her old life, but to start a new one, her love, at least that's what she thought of him at the time never even came to her rescue, no help or appearances to comfort her. He had abandoned her in her time of need and so she in turn, cut off any ties with him.

In Gotham she had a hard time...didn't know any English, had a hard time picking up on things. A job wasn't an easy thing to attain, especially not for an illegal immigrant. But she managed. When her Daughter was born, she turned towards prostitution to make ends meet, used her body to put food on the table and a roof over their heads. Anything for her little slice of joy even if that anything had put her in the most shameful displays of her life.

Hashi grew up quickly, in more ways than one. Her mother didn't take long to notice she was....well, different, hell even the doctor to oversaw her passage into the world noticed it. The nubby little horns on her head, the fact she was just a little bit bigger than a normal baby. But then again, most assumed she was a metahuman showing early signs of her metagene's activation.

Except she wasn't a metahuman, some called her a demon, others, a freak. She was teased and ridiculed as she grew up, until one day she snapped. She wasn't all that old, maybe ten years old, but when she sent a boy, actually a young man, to the hospital's ICU unit with multiple broken bones, a fractured skull, and a ruptured liver. It was literally the first taste of her powers, a tiny little smidgen of super strength that would grow as she grew. Also the first time she had even been sent to a juvenile hall and the first time she ever got a good long taste of what being bad could bring. And she liked what she tasted just a little and resented the people who wanted to suppress her and bring her under heel.

It wasn't a surprise that Hashi would grow up to be somewhat rebellious, maybe even a bit of a criminal in her youth. Hashi was the type of girl who wanted freedom for herself, a problem child who hated those in a position of authority, the rule makers and those who profited from them while the poor and down trodden got stepped all over. She was a thug, a crook, a common criminal from a poor household that did things, illegal or questionable to help make ends meet. She never even knew her father, and her mother would never talk about him, or at least, never tell her the truth growing up, so all she really knew was that he had likely abandoned them when she was young. The bastard. So all she had was herself and her mom and life was tough. She was different to everyone else, taller, built sturdier and it put people off, scared them, discouraged her from trying to get a job.

So she turned to cage fighting, a way to not only vent her anger, but make some relatively dishonest cash on the side. She learned here that fear and respect can go almost hand in hand, beating people bloody, the thrill of the crowds cheers, the sheer catharsis of being...respected and adored. It called to her like a fine drug, a potent ambrosia. She was like a shark in bloodied waters, all she knew was that she wanted more and more. The women had almost become legend in the underground, the bitch, some called her, others, big red. It was hard, brutal, intense and her brutish way of fighting brought in people from all walks of life, from different corners of the world. She grew up fighting, struggling, to keep her mother with a roof over her head and a warm, crackling hearth to warm her bones beside and slowly these little responsibilities, they changed her. She matured, growing a jaded, albeit realistic view over the course of her teens that changed her into a woman, a woman willing to do anything it took, to keep her only anchor in normalcy safe.

But sometimes you slip up, sometimes you fall under the strain and pressure. Hashi's slip was in the ring when she was cheated. The match was rigged, the owner was bribed to turn a blind eye to what happened next. Hashi had her leg broken at the knee. Her opponent had cheated, used a power to reinforce his blows and it shattered her leg. She learned hatred that day, no doubt about it and of sorrow. Everyone she'd drawn in left her, either disgusted she fell so easily, or through despair themselves at watching a giant fall. But she was alone, beside herself and had nothing else to do.

Bad things happen, but, so does some good. Hashi had received a letter some months later, it's contents where about discussing possible legitimate employment at a local pub/nightclub. The owner was, is, still a big fan of her fights and so he sent out the offer sometime down the road, requesting her, not only because of her prowess, but because, well, she's a giant woman with horns. Perfect for keeping rowdy customers in check.

And this is where we find her, a women in her prime with a second chance at life, love and the awesome little things life can throw at her. Of course, she still loves a good scrap, what woman worth her salt wouldn't want to throw down with the best of them. Not a very good one at all that's what.


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