whisk away your heartsighTodoroki Shoto The house was awake, with shadows and monsters, the hallways they echoed and groaned. basics the basics full nameTodoroki Shoto age17occupationvigilante/studentspeciesHumanpronounsHe/HimusergroupCapitalfandomBoku No Hero Academia the powers Quirk: Half cold, Half Hot. The right half of his body can freeze, and control ice. The left half of his body, alternately burns. He has a lot of raw potential, being able to create incredibly large walls of ice, and huge bursts of fire. Though he is much more controlled with his ice side than his fire, having spent much of his life rejecting that part of himself. the drawbacks of his quirk, however, can be devastating if he does not pay close control of his abilities. Unintentionally bursting into ice or flames has become much more ran than it had been as a child, but overuse of his quirk also has it's drawbacks. He can give himself frostbite, and has to constantly control the temperature of his body. Over cooling causes himself to freeze over, slowing him down and risking the movement of his extremities. He can offset it simply by using his left but dual wielding is still foreign to him. He is still learning to use his fire as aggressively as he leans on his ice but he's spent nearly a decade refusing to use it in combat. It will take some time to master once more. the canon Following the final exams arc. (end of season 2) He was all set to visit his mother in the hospital, declining the invitation to the mall, but he never did make it there. Instead he found himself...here. He's made the Capital his home for the last year now. freestyle Not a Diary [[TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE/DOMESTIC VIOLENCEKept it as concise as possible but it is an integral part of the character's canon.]]((Aka: mentions of Endeavor's A+ parenting below.))Childhood is not a time I look back on fondly. But for the sake of holding onto what remains of my home, I feel as though maybe I should write some things down. This world is. Well, much the same but very different, and every day the memories of my past life fade, and my new life seems more real. There are aspects of it that are freeing. But mostly, I resent being alone.The early years were...nice. Before my quirk manifested it was pleasant. My father payed little attention to me other than to ask about my quirk. My mother was doting, loving. We were very close, and at first, I was just as close with my siblings. Though it was clear from the beginning none of them quite looked exactly like me. There was a tremendous around of pressure for my quirk to manifest, and even while my mother tried to shield me from it I noticed. I didn't understand quite then, but I noticed. It was a nightmare when my quirk finally did set in. I mean that literally, but I guess it works figuratively as well. I didn't get nightmares as a kid often, but this one was memorable. Not the dream itself, that was gone as soon as my eyes opened. I woke up half frozen to the bed, and the ends of my sheets were singed. That day things changed.Training began the very next morning, and to a point I understand it was practical. A child who starts things on fire just by sneezing, well, one can understand how that could be dangerous. But this? This wasn't simply helping your child learn to control his quirk, no this was. I had my first bout of bad frostbite a week into training. I was five. Berated for not keeping my temperature regulated. Of course, my father is in good with someone with a healing quirk. Blackened, un-moving fingers explained away of course, an accident in control. Admittedly, it wasn't the worst explanation. It was easy to do back then. The burns and frozen fingers were as common from training as they were from a sudden startle. The bruises and sprains weren't as easily explained away, and those I had to nurse until they healed on their own. For all my father's wrath my mother tried to shield me from the brunt of it. Soothe wounds, and cared for me in ways my father doesn't seem capable. My parents were not a loving couple. They didn't marry for love or even stability. My father used his status and power to coerce my mother's family into a quirk marriage. Something I'm told was common at the time, even if I don't see the results of them. But even for a quirk marriage I don't think my family situation was the norm. I was merely the product of what my father believes to be the perfect blend of quirks. My mother has a strong ice quirk, and well my father's is Hell Flame. A quite powerful fire quirk. And well, I got both. Fourth time's the charm it seems.It went on for years like that. My mother took the brunt of the abuse dolled out to me, until it broke her. I cannot blame her for everything that happened after that, even if it caused me great pain. Eventually the stress and terror of Endeavor's reign took even my mother's sanity, and kindness. In a fit she deemed my fire half unsightly. Unable to look at or even touch the side of me that reminded her of father. It all boiled over the day she threw a boiling kettle at me. It burned my face worse than I even managed to burn myself with my own quirk, or my father's. My father used it to his advantage, however. Taking the last line of defense against him away from me. Using my burns as reason to send my mother to a hospital. I did not see her again for many years. And the relentless abuse masked as training only worsened. Still Not a Diary Despite my father's...well everything, I still wanted to become a hero. My mother always encouraged me to become the man I wanted to be, and while I resent that it's playing almost exactly into what my bastard of a father wants for me, I want to become a pro hero for reasons ultimately different from my father. Endeavor thrives off fame and status. He lords his popularity and his unique ability over others. There are training programs to become pro heroes pretty much everywhere, but the most prestigious is the one at UA. I got in on recommendation, another benefit of my father's pull and my 'incredible' quirk. To become a pro hero, and expect to get anywhere you have to graduate with good marks out of a program like this. Of course, it's not strictly necessary but...the odds are immediately stacked against you. It takes not only good intentions, but popularity and a flashy quirk to get you anywhere in the business. Classes were a welcome reprieve from life at home. Simple, and frankly boring at first. It was interesting to get an idea of the kind of people I would be working with in the future, but given my father's training it wasn't a lot of anything I hadn't already gotten enough of. At least until we were attacked by villains on what was meant to be simulation training. I'd like to say I was as shaken as the rest of my class after the event, but, all things considered most of them didn't hold a candle to Endeavor's wrath. And at the time, keeping a cool head was basically all I had going for me. A real trial didn't begin until the sports festival. My father was there, and it was such a public event. I refused to use my fire in a sort of rebellion against him. I knew nothing would ire him more than denying him everything about me he was so proud of. Of course, this in itself was a form of arrogance. I didn't believe I would need my full power to defeat anyone who opposed me. Midoriya Izuku snapped me out of that. Gave me a chance to take my fire back as my own. At first it was simple rage that I directed at my classmate. How dare he stick his nose into matters that didn't know anything about. I don't know what it was about him, but it pushed me to speak about my past, about everything. Things I had never said out loud to another soul, and there they were laid out before me. I was still bitter about having to use my fire, about having to give my father exactly what he wanted but it was a necessary step. Though I still resisted using it. Until my one on one battle with Midoriya. He was a fool for goading me into using my fire, since it ultimately led to his loss, but I am still thankful for his meddling.It still didn't resolve everything. Ultimately my past trauma lost me the battle against Bakugo. But after that, I finally gained the courage to visit my mother. And that....has helped. It was hard to admit my mother's rejection of my fire half contributed to my own rejection of it. She seems...better now than she had been, but it's clear she is still haunted by the past. For this I cannot blame her, I just wish to bring some semblance of resolution for us both. Choosing a hero agency to intern with was grudgingly simple. My father's agency made an offer, and I would be a fool to turn down one of the best agencies in the business. A fool to deny that my father is the second highest ranking pro hero on the field. All Might being the top hero. This sort of training, of course, was much more merciful than the training within our home. It paid to be under the gaze of the public. Though I did not revel in having to spend even more time with the man. The text from Midoriya came later, and while it had no context, merely a location, I knew he was too serious about becoming a hero for it to be anything other than out of necessary. Trusting him turned out to be beneficial. Being able to help against the hero killer was exactly the sort of thing that cemented the reason I endured everything Endeavor had to throw at me. I came to respect Midoriya a great deal, and I do hope he becomes a pro hero as well. Having someone like him on the field would be...good. For everyone's sake. Not that I think his unbridled determination will ever settle for anything less. After fighting the Hero Killer, final exams felt like a breeze. Of course, the practical examination was nothing to scoff at. I owe Yaoyorozu a great deal for coming up with the plan that was ultimately successful. A lesson in arrogance, is what it turned up to be. Not that I thought little of my partner, but social cues, are admittedly not my strong suit. Unfortunately teaming up with others, as well as charming the public are also parts of becoming a pro hero. It would be foolish to ignore those aspects as well. A New Chapter We were all set to go on some class trip. The other students were excited for it, and I was merely relieved to have some time apart from my father. Instead I find myself here. In some strange new world, where I am told there is no way to return. It seems like a devastating blow after having gotten so far. Finally connecting with my mother again. Even sort of gaining...friends, if not that then allies. If nothing else they are people I know I could have relied on in battle. It's a like a kick to the ribs, or flames pressed close to an already throbbing burn to suddenly be more alone than I have ever been before. Always I was kept isolated from my family, my siblings, and outsiders. But I still grudgingly relied on my father for survival, even when it came at a cost. It was easier than I imagined to become integrated to this world, though I imagine it's due to the fact that they are well accustomed to strangers finding themselves here. Though I am unable to ignore the biting loneliness. shipper summary Todoroki was simply a tool for most of his life. A means to an end for his father. He's grown up cynical and rebellious in equal measures. As much as his father tried to bend him to his will, his soul never broke. He refuses to be someone's puppet. He had likes, and hopes, and dreams. And even if he does want to become a pro hero, and even if he does respect the idea that his father is the second highest ranked pro hero in the game, does not mean he will do so under the terms of his father. He wishes to become his own man. He will learn what he can from his father but he can never forgive him for what he's done to him, or his mother. Now that he's here, dreams of becoming a pro hero are dust. He can still be heroic. He still has all the things in his arsenal he once had, but the world is not like the one he left behind. He's left reeling as to what he wants to make of his newfound life, but it all comes back to the same thing. He has these powers and he wants to use them to help people. He wants to be great. Even if this world isn't quite as friendly to those who would take matters into their own capable hands. platonic Honestly, Todoroki is stand offish. He's cold, calculating but at his core he is kind. Even if his father tried to snuff out those kinds of things. He doesn't take well to strangers, but he will come to respect those he deems deserve it. Even care for those who don't seem to give up on bringing down his walls. That being said, anyone he does care for, he will protect to his dying breath. He doesn't have a death wish, but he will do whatever it takes to do what he believes is right. He is loyal, and forgiving to those he believes deserve it. Even if they have come to harm him in the past, he is discerning enough to see where the true blame lies. He is not rude by nature, but he is quiet, he avoids chit-chat when possible, but he is not opposed to forming alliances when they seem beneficial. antagonistic Those who get on his bad side be wary. He can hold a grudge til his dying day if he has to, and he will. Someone he deems irredeemable in his eyes will remain that way forever. At best he will derive what use they have for him before being rid of them entirely, at worst he will fight tooth and nail. Though he has a strong sense of right and wrong and will follow his morals, he is not above causing pain to anyone that give him reason to. While he would never turn on someone he claims to care about, and enemy is an enemy. romantic Todoroki is....frankly hes never bothered with this sort of thing. Not that he's necessarily opposed to dealings of a romantic nature, but he would never give his father another chess piece to hurt him with. He wouldn't want someone he cares about to be caused pain because of him. Though it would not be impossible for someone to tug on his heartstrings, they would have to be incredibly persistent. [I ship tododeku but I'm willing to explore other options potentially.] player the player aliasTanatimezoneCentralpronounsShe/hermature contentPotentially notes Todo has a pretty dark past so, abuse and violence are going to be themes as far as his life goes. I don't have any particular triggers, but there are some things I am unwilling to put this character through. i doubt it'll come up I can go through things with a case by case scenario. Other than his abusive home life, and general hero/villain type scenarios I'll probably pass as far as more trauma goes. Canon typical stuff so to speak. As for my general hangups I don't do well with noncon type situations. Other than that I'm pretty much open to whatever.