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~01 Backstory~

Just some basics~

First name - [F/N]

Last name - [L/N]

Nickname - [N/N]

Hair color - [H/C]

Eye color - [E/C]

Hair length - [H/L]

Favorite color - [F/C]

Mom's name - [M/N]

Dad's name - [D/N]

Okay, let's get started...

[F/N] [L/N], a young girl with a pretty great life. She was born into a loving family. Her parents, [M/N] and [D/N] [L/N], were the kindest people you could imagine. [F/N]'s father was a doctor. He had a quirk that was basically made for the job. He could heal people, and create threads from his fingers no one but him could see. He used those threads to stitch wounds. The best part was no one could feel them. So when anyone needed a stitch-up, [F/N]'s father was the man to go to. Her mother's quirk, on the other hand, was to enlarge different parts of her body. Nothing too major though. Just simple things like her hands or feet. She was a teacher at an elementary school. [F/N]'s parents always thought that she'd get one of their quirks. So they were quite surprised when one day [F/N] was floating around her bedroom.

At first, the doctors thought she had an air quirk. But soon found out they were very wrong. The next day [F/N] was breathing fire. The next she was creating mountains in her backyard and making water float through the air. When the quirks stopped appearing everyone thought [F/N]'s quirk was control over the elements. But again, they were wronged.

A couple of weeks later [F/N] gained the powers to conduct lighting, and control ice and metal. No one knew what was going on. [F/N] was three years old for crying out loud! So since she could indeed control all four elements, plus a few other things, her quirk was named Extreme Elementist. [F/N] was a very smart toddler, so she quickly learned how to control her immense power. She was happy. Her parents were happy. Life was good.

Well, it was. (What?) I'll take it from here Author~san. (Um, alright.)

I was four years old, walking home from the library. You're probably wondering, 'Why's a four year old at the library?', well, I was returning a book. I had learned to read a couple of months back and I was really proud of myself, being the only person in my class who could read. I'm getting off track.

I was walking home, well I say walking I was basically floating. A girl gets tired okay? I turned the corner to my street and immediately stopped in my tracks. Something wasn't right. I proceeded with caution towards my house, the feeling of danger growing as I did so. I stood on my front doorstep, hand on the doorknob. Twisting it slowly, I entered the dwelling. What I saw in front of me I will never be able to erase from my brain.

There were my parents, surrounded in a pool of blood, with a man holding a knife standing over them. I was frozen. I didn't know what to do. But the next thing I knew, the man had joined my parents on the ground. Pieces of metal sticking out of every part of his body. I knew I did it. I didn't know how but I did. I had killed the man.

And I didn't care.

I rushed over to my parents, kicking the man away from them. I could tell my father was already dead, his eyes had lost their natural [E/C] color and his skin had gone cold. But my mother was still barely there, clinging on to the little life she had left. I could feel tears running down my face.

"M-m-mom." I surprised my self just then. I didn't think I'd actually be able to utter any words at all.

"My dear [F/N]," she gave me a weak smile, her voice barely audible. "Listen to me, dear. There's a box under your father's and my bed. I want you to take it." She grabbed my hand, her grip weak. "[F/N], sweetheart, your father and I love you so much." My silent tears turned to sobs as I felt my mother's life leaving her body. "We...will forever be...with you...in your heart." That's the last thing she said to me. I felt her hand go limp in mine and her brown eyes go dull. I set her hand down and stood up, looking at the three bodies that lay on my living room floor. That's when I heard a knock on the door.