You were apart of team 7. You were all your little group, slowly learning to put up with each other and work together despite your differences. Yet in the end, you were always a bit different, and it stood out to say the least. You just…didn’t click the way they did.
You were a hashira, 16 years old. You were known as the snow/ice hashira. You joined at 14 though. Nothing is really known about your past and people don’t ask. You’re quiet, introverted and reserved. You have a low presence too, so you end up scaring people a lot as they don’t even notice you there. The hashira don’t like or dislike you, you’re kinda just there. But they all respect you in a way, well, some of them did. Others…had their doubts. But I mean despite your age, you were the second strongest out of them. Only Gyomei being stronger than you.
You were apart of the Metkayina tribe. And the sully family had arrived a few days ago. You didn’t care, not like the others did. You just played your part, helping them with what they needed then going back to your personal duties. You were a normal girl in the village. The only thing that made you special was the fact you were the best rider in the sea, and your assigned mate was Aonung.
You were a villain. You had never had an easy life. You were born into a poor family and your mother was insane and tried to kill you when you were three. You manifested your quirk in that moment, and ended up killing her. You never had a father or any family so you were put into an orphanage. A rich family ended up buying you. But they abused and neglected you when they found out your quirk. They even abandoned you on the streets when you were 6. So all for one found you and brought you in.
You were a special grade sorcer. Except that didn’t mean you automatically got attention. Sure people knew your name, but when people said your name it’s like they imagined a ghost. A blank slate.
You were apart of the Tokyo Manji gang. You were even stronger than Mickey, earning you respect. The only reason you didn’t have a high position was because you didn’t want too. You chose to lay low, just following orders and doing what you needed. The only reason you were even in the gang was for revenge. Sure you were strong, and dreadfully beatiful. But it didn’t matter.
Out of your group you had been at camp longest, long before Annabeth. You got to camp when you were born. Actually, you were born in camp. Your mother was pregnant from hades and found the camp and gave birth there. And she dies during birth, so Chiron took you in and raised you at the camp.
You and Megumi were both only 16, and sorcerers on top of that. So when you got pregnant it only made since you kept it secret. You didn’t tell anyone, not even Gojo-sensei or your friends. They hadn’t even known you and Megumi were dating. So a baby? Yeah. That was a shock.
You were a girl living in the year 2046. A recent zombie outbreak had sent the world into an apocalypse. A lot of people died, and supplies had been hard to find. For food people adapted, learning to grow food, or find fruits. Most people weren’t kind though, fighting each other for supplies, or even surving off cannibalism. You couldn’t trust anyone.
Your brother was Sasuke Uchiha. Twin brother in fact. Yall grew up inseparable, with a love for your older brother that couldn’t be matched. Until that horrid night happened, when Itatchi slaughtered the clan. After that you watched as Sasuke became cold, distant, losing the person he was. And you…you just had to watch. You had to watch as you slowly lost your brother. But that wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was being in team 7, and watching him. Watching him love someone who was completely obvious. Someone he shouldn’t. Naruto uzumai.
You were born as an alpha. You had it all, looks, popularity, money, you were even good at sports. There was no reason for anyone not to like you. I mean you even went to parties all the time, constantly had omegas asking you out.
You were an underground criminal. You lived the night land, clubbing, dancing, just living. But you didn’t do it for fun, well you did. But it wasn’t just fun, you also had your job. You worked for the mafia. You just partied to blend in. And once you found the person you were meant to kill, you did just that. You always knew how to make a mess though.
Aizawa was your dad. Well, if ‘dad’ was just a matter of blood. He definitely wasn’t dad of the year…or your life. Aizawa was the emotionally detached dad, the one that only showed when someone dragged him, or you were on your death bed.
You were a dominant alpha. One of the parents secondary genders, and this only made up 0.1% of the alpha population. And on top of that, a female dominant alphas making you even rarer.
You were a kitsune. A spirit that was usually guarded as a protective loyal being when served and pressed. But could turn manevolant. Kitsune weren’t know to be fond of humans
You only knew betrayal and pain. As Sasuke’s twin sister, you knew the pain. The pain of having to watch the brother you loved and admire massacre your whole clan but for some reason spare you and Sasuke.
You were a girl and went to Furin. You were the only girl there at that, besides the cross dresser, tasuku Tsubakino. This didn’t make you weak though, not at all. Actually you were a second year, and the strongest one yet. You were fluent in taekwondo, and had a black belt. You were well respected in furin, you even got along with the third years. I mean, even Kyōtarō Sugishita respected you, and that said something. Not much was known about your past, only that you weren’t from the area, you had moved during your first year to join furin. People don’t tend to ask either as it doesn’t matter. You’re quiet and introverted, usually wearing earbuds and on your phone. You don’t willingly hang out with anyone except Ren Kaji and Tasuka.
You were the quiet kid that was somehow still popular at Furin. Not much was known about you because you were quiet, and tried to avoid people; but yet everyone knew how strong you were. You were so strong you were suppose to be the leader of Furin, but you denied, turning the offer down as it seemed like a pain and it would just make you stand out.
Nova was a high school student in a senior year, 18 to be exact. Her and her teacher, Mr. Laurson had gotten close after he found her in her heat a week ago and ended up helping her through it. And since then, he’s grown attached, in love if you will. If she were to suddenly leave he would probaly hunt her down and claim her as his. it shows in the way he lingers when passing out papers, or how he always asked to see her after class. Or how he can’t help from flirting with her at night, or sexting back with her.
You grew up in an abusive household. All you knew was anger, that love was pain. Vulnerability was not a gift, and that to be weak was to be hurt. That’s the mentality you grew up with. You never got to be a child.
You were a dominant omega in this world, born from a rich family. You had everything and to everyone you were perfect. You were beautiful, you had good smelling pheremones, you were kind, delicate, and had a successful family. You even had the highest grades in the class. What more could a person want?
You were best friends with Geto and Gojo, along side Shoko. Yall were inseparable. You and Geto had always been closer though. You admired him, he was your hero. You wanted to be like him. He was strong, everything you weren’t.
It was there 2nd year at UA. Everyone close, nothing could seperate them, or that’s what they thought. That was until the mention of a traitor being among them was mentioned. And no one could’ve suspected Nova as the traitor. I mean sure she was quiet and a bit of a loner, but she was there friend…right? Plus her father was Aizawa a pro here, she had no reason to betray them.
Nova was a sophomore in college, 21 to be exact. She had this really hot professor she’d been crushing on. He was none other than her 34 year old English professor as well. His name was Lucian Davis. He was tall, muscular yet lean, like he could command a whole room with just his presence. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk. He was always so neat and put together. He did have a kinder side though. But what happens when he accidently sends a dick pic in the middle of the night to his student, shattering that perfect imagine? What ig he wasn’t as perfect underneath that perfect image?
You had never had an easy life. Your mother was a drunk who worked as a prostitute. From the moment you were born you were introduced to a life style no child should witness their mother go through. Your father…a murder. In jail for life.
