1~ It Is What It Is

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If you didn't count the dead dad, fucked home life, and mommy issues, Myra was doing pretty good in life.

Even if she'd watched her dad die, seen her mom fall off the deep end, and been moved from country to country, she managed to keep it mostly together. Good grades, knowledgeable, pretty, and extremely powerful.

In a world where people had quirks, Myra was fortunate to have a powerful one. An amazing uncle and good training allowed her to follow her dream of becoming a pro hero.

Moving from America to France, then to Japan, she accumulated training, knowledge, skills, and honed her quirk.

It was versatile, to say the least. She was compared to an Airbender often. With a simple flick of her wrist, a tornado could rip apart a city. At her command, the oxygen could be ripped from a person's lungs. Sending a wind around was like taking candy from a baby. Hurricane grade storms as were at her disposal, and flying became second nature.

The quirk ran through her family. Her dad had the same quirk, and her uncle Henry had a similar iteration. Her grandmother was the first to have it.

Looks also ran through the family. Myra was almost a perfect carbon copy of her dad. Same pale skin, same bright white hair, even the heterochromatic eyes. Right eye sky blue, left a lemon yellow.

Every day, she silently thanked her father for managing to pass the gene along, especially as she stood in front of the terrifying gates of the prestigious and daunting hero school- UA.

She would follow her dad, become a hero, and maybe, just maybe, move back to America and finish the work her dad had started. That was her main goal.

And trumaticly stupid life story be damned, she was going to achieve her goal.

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This chapter is short as hell, but it's just a quick and mysterious backstory chapter. Hope you enjoyed✌

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