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Spoiler: Mai Erskine
I.D. Number: 07388104
Rank: C-3
Year: 2nd
Nationality: Half Korean/Half Celtic (Her father's massive side of the family is a mess of both Scottish and Irish roots)
Age: 16
Sex/Gender: Female
Fighting Style: 4 years of Mixed Martial Arts. A.K.A. She doesn't commit to a particular style.
Spoiler: PowersFriction Fluctuation. Mai is able to channel her vital spirit into her flesh in order to increase or reduce the coefficient of friction on her skin, somewhat altering how she comes in contact with other objects. Her skin is slightly thicker, tougher, and more flexible than that of a normal person--especially her feets and hands--to reduce the risk of it ripping off during rapid friction increase. While she can alter the friction of all her skin moderately easily, maintaining even two distinct coefficients in different areas requires immense focus and presently too troublesome and slow to incorporate into her fights. As a result, lowered friction holds little to no use to her currently, as she will lose traction in her feet and trip ober herself (especially whenever she loses focus). Currently, she is able to decrease her skin's friction to about 50% of normal(twice as smooth) and increase it to about 200% of normal(twice as rigid). Mai hopes to expand this range in the future, dreaming to one day skateboard without a board at all.
Spoiler: PersonalityMai is a culmination of contradictions.
She's socially inquirous yet astoundingly ignorant to subtle cues, passionate for battle yet quick to concede when considerable injury is imminent, and a member of a wealthy, high-status family of medical personel yet couldn't give two shits about most educational aspects of school (except Statistics to a degree). She's eager to stir up the pot some days, kill the mood on other days, and sometimes both, just for kicks. Her class subjects are dread for her, and she prefers to do just enough to get by and spend the rest of the time either sleeping off her training or daydreaming potential coming fights. For Mai, life needs meaningful stimulus--not just for physical health but emotional and mental health as well. Playing a sport...being a part of a team...going on adventures...nothing else in life really matters unless these things are incorporated within it.
FIGHTING--the primal method of human (and/or parahuman) interaction, though in some ways no more than a conversation: not hostile by nature but by context. Mai will do everything in her power to make a battle interesting from the coreograhpy, to the stakes, to the emotional weight, to the atmosphere of it all, even if that requires sacrificing the easy path to victory (Despite this, she'll usually refuse any challenges made by students whose ranks are drastically different from her own). Mai is like this partly because she needs engraved connections to function well, but she would argue the same for all people. Her nosiness can be attributed to her desire to be a part of it all in order to grow, not because she wants to spread gossip or leak info (except in very ambitious circumstances). As a result, Mai is willing to befriend most people she meets regardless of their reputation/interests/ideals, but ironically she's not that much of a talker. She acts generally silly and carefree, but deep down an immense urgency fuels her thoughts and actions.
Spoiler: Background(Will edit in future)Unlike what a few students had told her during her first year, Mai's background is fortunate and uneventful. Her large family is chock-full of doctors and stock workers throughout East Asia. Realizing that their daughter wasn't going to fill their shoes--and that perhaps it was time for some variety in the family--her older parents granted Mai the freedom to carve her own path. Now, her sudden begging for general martial arts lessons over the summer before her 6th grade certainly caught them off guard, but there was no way they could have predicted that she was long-preparing to attend a high school on an private island in the Pacific, nor the fact this school's central focus was hand-to-hand combat.
Initially when learning the details, they were, of course, pretty damn nervous. However, through further research they discovered New Peak's unexpected academic prowess. The idea of their lazy daughter actually putting forth effort into her schoolwork in order to pursue her passion for fighting and discovering more about her quirk was ultimately what won them over in the end (and they sincerely believed that effective self-defense would be a really great thing for her to have so they don't have to worry every instance that she leaves their sight). And so, that fall Mai packed her things and took a few-hour long flight through Japan and over to a remote little island surrounded by salt water, free from many of the world's bonds.
Given her few years of prior training, passion, and the slight edge granted by her still-uncontrolled ability during her initial trials, Mai Erskine was placed into the rank of E-1 her freshman year, above those with just as little or less experience and/or fitness than she, although even most E-3 fighters possessed SOME combat capability. It was Fight School, after all, and its most important rule was: Don't Fail Fight School. Throughout the year Mai trained harder than ever, gradually developing her 5'2" frame with a stocky balance of muscle and healthy fat. She had already managed to reach D-3 by the end of the first semester and continued to climb, her higher-friction limbs adding a little bit of contact to otherwise off-the mark attacks and grip to her grapples. Mai's unique ability aided her combat skills enough to defeat arguably serperior martial artists, and by the end of the year she was one of the more talked about D-rank students until she made C-3 by barely passing the second semester trial. Now entering her second year after some crucial summer training, Mai is ready to pull out all new tricks and make new friends. And, just like last year, she'll be in the Janissaries to abuse her intrusiveness.
Theme Song: Frame of Mind (Tristam & Braken)
' How embarrassing. I suppose it wouldn't make much sense, would it?
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