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Mitsuhiro and Okami BiographyMitsuhiro;
Name: Mitsuhiro Yoshida
Age: 18 years old
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Personality: Determined, proud, caring towards others, occasionally cocky/over confidant.
About him: Mitsuhiro was the son of the chief of a tribe that are partnered with their guardian animal from birth. His partner is Okami, a black wolf. The tribe he comes from, Hi No Masutazu or Masters Of Fire, have incredible weapons that utilize powerful fire and are dedicated masters of fire magic. His weapons of choice are two flame covered blades. Though only someone born in the tribe has the privilege to learn how to control the fire, he was chosen by his foster father to learn, master and conserve fire magic and the fate of the Hi No Masutazu.
Age: 150 years old (Immortal)
Hair color: Black and grey
Eye color: White
Personality: Courageous, has that fight first ask questions later logic,
About him: Okami is an immortal wolf with the purpose of protecting hi
EX Girl BiographySuperhero Name: EX Girl
Real Name: Alexis Saunders
Height: 5 feet 3 inches tall
Weight: 107 pounds
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Area of residence: The Bronx, New York
Powers: Expansion powers (Blueberry/fruit, inflation, Roly Poly, butt, breasts, full body) and flight.
Other useful skills: Well versed in martial arts, really intelligent.
Bio: Before becoming a superhero, Alexis Saunders was a perfectly normal woman with hopes of becoming a model or a renowned martial artist. After being inflated into a giant balloon, a scientist decided to give her expansion powers (read above) by reversing the balloon transformation and by putting a little controller in her head. That controller gives her the ability to use any expansion style and fire it from a laser out of her hands. After that day, Alexis Saunders was revived to become EX Girl, the human expansion guardian of New York!
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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