Borderline Undead 💀 (Bnha)

Chap 1

     In the world of quirks, the most extraordinary of things have become commonplace. To see a man stroll down the street dawning an organic shark head would be jarring to the normal person, but now no one is really normal. To see someone without some strange anomaly is even rare here. To my luck I was born one of the 80% in my world. I had a quirk- be it a strange one. You see I am virtually immortal. My body cannot succumb to any physically wounds, though it still retains them to a certain degree. Because of this I've been labeled "the zombie girl" for the better portion of my 14 years of life.
     I could never really see the term as a insult though (it most definitely was).It makes me sound pretty badass in my opinion. Along with being part of the 80%, I also shared the same dream as most. I wanted to be a hero. Though it was more like I needed to in my mind. The reasons for this shall remain unknown for now. I can't allow you to unlock my tragic backstory this early on now can I?
     Back to what I was saying, I really wanted to become a hero. My quirk certainly helped make this goal attainable, but only to a degree. You see, my quirk offered no help in the areas of agility, physical strength or anything really useful. I just cant die.
     "VIVIAN!" A hoarse voice screeched from below me.
     That reminds me! My name is Vivian Mortem, and before you say it I'm aware it literally means life-death. It seems my parents were very keen on finding an edgy name online, at least it fits me now. You can also probably tell that I am not in fact Japanese, I immigrated from America when I was younger to my distant family here. The woman that called me downstairs is my great aunt Ayako, she can stand to be ignored for a few moments.
     I stand at about 4"11 and have a ridiculous mane of lavender hair. I dyed it from its original brown color a few months back to piss off Ayako. My skin is fairly pale and in the right light looks tinged of green, a gross side effect of my quirk. Standing out horribly clear next to my sickly skin are several wounds;both new and old. The older wounds have closed and formed ugly ridges, these scars seem to pile up by the day. The newer wounds caused by my reckless behavior are ghastly to say the least. Fortunately they are spared from the world as they are hidden under mountains of blood soaked gauze. Currently, I have a tourniquet wrapped around my middle from falling down a nearby mountain and a bandage around my wrist. The latter can be explained later. Overall I just look like I would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and I would too if I didn't have the strength of a toddler.
     The only pretty thing I can say I have are my eyes. They're bright green and are framed by thick black lashes, curtesy of my late mother. I also have her-
"VIVIAN I SWEAR TO GOD! YOURE GOING TO BE LATE FOR YOUR EXAM"
Oh shit.
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    After graciously being knocked out of my monologue, I threw on my old junior high uniform. It consisted of a pleated black skirt that fell to my ankles and a standard black uniform top. My hair was tied back into a sloppy ponytail for convenience. Quickly making sure I didn't look like a total piece of shit, as I usually do, I sprinted out of the house. As I had mentioned before, anything physical wasn't my forte. Ten minutes in, I was left panting like a dehydrated dog.
     A few girls walking my way gave me disturbed looks so I simply flipped them off and continued to the train station. I literally had seen a man that look like a piece of walking friend chicken the previous day and I'm the neighborhood freak. Grunting with each labored step I cursed the fact I lived so far away. Even though running may be faster, there was no way in hell I  was going to run to that giant ass school. After a series of disgruntling encounters with members of station staff I finally secured a spot on the train.  The warm air that swept through the vessel tousled my hair in greeting. I could afford to feel this luxury because I was generally avoided everywhere I went. I couldn't really blame them either, I looked like a discount Frankenstein and a zombie had a love-child.
     The sun that spilled through the windows heated up the bulky staples covering my arms and neck. I really looked like a Halloween fanatic sometimes. After a a few more minutes of self deprecating thoughts, an over head voice told us to beat it. I complied with an anxious grin adorning my face. The U.A was mere moments away and I felt like pissing myself.  Slapping my self a few times I continued with my journey. I floated through the masses of students walking down the street to the same place, needless to say it was intimidating.
      As I was hustling up the unnecessary amount of steps  before the building, I felt a sharp jab in my shoulder.
     "Stay the hell out of my way you extra."  A gruff voice demanded.
     What kind of douchebag? My question was soon answered as a tuft of ashy blond hair stomped away from me.
"Hey dick wad!" I called out to him, but was easily ignored.
I geared up for another insult but was interrupted by the glass building consuming my vision. Others passed passed by my paralyzed body nonchalantly. Surrounded by swarms of confident students I only had one thought, ' I'm fucked.'
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That's the first chapter! I known it sucks but I tried. Obviously I don't own bnha but I do own my character. Please comment what you think, constructive criticism is appreciated! Thanks!