OC info- Aspiring Cosplayer

Chrone

Xī Wáng location: Chroe
Race: human
Gender: Male

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Sexuality: Aromantic
Ability: Really fast reflexes, and master pick pocket
(If applicable) quirk: Film

More about Film:
The reason his name is Chrone is because it is the Latin root for time. To get the full experience of his quirk, you can read the passage below from a first person view.

"I may have messed with the wrong people..." I thought, gritting my teeth as I stood up, wiping the blood from my mouth and glared at my attackers. I slowly rose to a shaky stand, they have been relentlessly beating me up for almost an hour. A kid wearing a fox mask, and some dude with a weird eye.
"Chrone, you said this would be a fun job!" The kid with the mask pouted, and looked up at the much taller person. So, weird eye guy's name is Chrone...
"I just want to get this over with..." Chrone huffed, and looked at me, locking our gaze. It was intimidating, and that eye, that eye was a clock! He approached, easily shoving me against the wall, I collapsed, and was now sitting against it. I was horrified, whole racks of chills went up my spine as I looked at his eye.   
    He tilted his head, grinning wide. I felt the whole world melt away, leaving a black void with nothing except Chrone standing there. He slowly stood up, and I could no longer tell if I was paralyzed from fear, or some spell. So many thoughts were swirling around my head. Sure, I messed with them, but what would they do in retaliation? He broke eye contact with me for a second to look around this space.
    No, it wasn't completely a void, as I shifted my eyes around the... room... there were some gold speckles of some sort, floating around in the background. Chrone turned back, and huffed a little. "Now, if you don't relax, you won't feel pain." He kneeled in front of me, "If you resist, you will suffer." As if he was used to this, he grabbed something behind my head, and gave a tug.
I shut my eyes tight, and tensed up, almost immediately, a white, excruciating pain filled my head. My vision became cloudy with tears as I felt my jaw clench up. This was easily the worst pain in my life. I thought I was going to die.
After what felt like hours on end, the pain subsided. I was shaking, and weak. Still recovering and processing what had happened. A tear fell from my eye. Slowly, I made sense of the world around me.
    Chrone was standing there, almost regally, and there was a type of movie film floating around us. He was inspecting the different films, and I realized after a quick glance that it was my life...
    He paused, and looked at me, "I can alter memories, a very powerful tool." He snickered slightly as he took out a pair of scissors. "I'll give you a little tip once you wake up again. Everything you know could possibly be a lie." I widened my eyes at the prospect of this as he snipped a section of the film off.
    The cut film floated mid-air for a second as a memory from my mind was being pulled away. The film exploded into a gold and black shimmering dust, slowly falling as I forgot what the memory was even regarding.
    From the open ends of the film pieces, thin, gold threads shot out, connecting the two pieces as they slowly floated to each other. Chrone smiled, looking at his work proudly as he pocketed the scissors. Soon, they were fused, and it looked seamless, as if the film had never been cut. There was something I wasn't supposed to forget... right? What was it....
    Chrone checked his pocket watch, then looked at me. "Alright. Time's up, let's go." He held out his hand to me kindly, and I looked at it.
"He seems like a nice guy..." I took his hand and he smiled innocently. "How do I know your name?" I looked at him quizzically as the world returned to normal.

Other notes:
Laeno: an underground organization that Chrone runs. Contrary to what you'd think, he does not use his quirk to get people to join, but instead saves people from bad situations. An orphan whom he pities, someone in an abusive relationship, a person who thinks they've hit rock bottom, and so on. They mainly dawdle in the black market, but have a well established drug cartel, and own a decently running bakery!