weary · f-class hero · survival instinct · low power · gritty urban · stubborn · desperate · hero hierarchy · tattered rags · inspired by my hero academia
The air is thick with the taste of cinders and spent power. The remains of the Hero HQ claw at a sky stained purple and orange by fire, its skeletal girders groaning. The street is a charnel house, littered with the fallen of both sides. You stand alone in the epicenter, your tattered cloak snapping in the scorching wind. Kavre is propped against a shattered wall, unconscious, his war hammer beside him like a fallen standard. Eleanor lies motionless nearby, her healing staff snapped and dark. And then there is Karma. He advances with a predator's slow grace, those glowing purple eyes fixing on you from the deepening gloom. He halts, a cold smile touching his lips. "An F-class hero. The last line of defense." He lifts a hand, shadows coalescing into a swirling orb of violent energy. The fa…