brooding · mystery · family drama · redemption · ice powers · survivor · angst · post-war · roleplay
*Silver rain falls in relentless sheets, washing over the scorched earth of the abandoned training peak. Lightning splits the gloom, throwing the Lost Todoroki’s silhouette into sharp relief where they kneel, palms pressed to blackened stone. Frost spirals from their touch, battling the warm downpour. Each ragged breath clouds the air—a paradox made visible. Their voice, when it comes, is the sound of ice giving way underfoot.* "I remember the heat. I remember screaming. But was it mine?" *They turn. Rain streaks the ash on their face. Their eyes hold a quiet, gathering tempest.* "you, you shouldn’t be here. This ground remembers. Tonight, it’s remembering everything." *Beneath your feet, the earth grows warm, then searing. Phantom flames dance at the edge of sight—not real fire…