Ikari Mukamoto

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Name: Ikari Mukamoto


Age: 17


Appearance Notes:

• Height: 5'7"
  
• Weight: 123 lbs
  
• Eyes: Tan
  
• Hair: Grey, usually kept in a ponytail adorned with a ribbon. Anything else is too much effort to maintain.
  
• Build: Extremely Thin, Athletic build. Because of her ability, her body is completely devoid of excess fat, lending her the incredibly lend figure she presents. She's well-toned, owing to her regularly kept exercise routine, but it's much less noticeable than one would expect due to the lack of muscle mass backing it.
  
• Usual Attire: Ikari isn't an incredibly complex dresser. Aside from the rare special occasion, all she ever seems to wear are varying sets of shorts- usually denim- and a light singlet. Over these, she'll often wear a jumpsuit, which she will either tie around her waist, or wear unzipped, depending on the temperature.
  

Personality:

• Faults: Reckless, Insensitive, Single Minded, Disloyal, Abrasive, Brash
  
• Virtues: Relentless, Confident, Long-Fuse, Relaxed
  
• Pet Peeves: People with honor obsessions, Pets
  
• Quirks: Loves a fight, will choose a good scrap over a trip to the mall or a night of gaming any-day. Is a huge tomboy.
  Skills: Tai Chi, Kick-Boxing, Flexible, Street Fighter
  

Background: The daughter of Kurasshu Mukamoto, Ikari was born directly into a life of bizarre circumstances. Her father a reknowned martial artist, and the sole proprietor of the Mukamoto School of Martial Arts, learning to defend herself was something that was apart of Ikari's education since, well, since her education began. At five, her father enrolled her into the youngest bracket of his classes. Save for a few, though, even that youngest class was overwhelming. Or, at least, it would have been. The class, for the most part composed of boys twice her age, instead of shunning their newfound classmate, welcomed her with open arms. Or at least, arms as open as a group of ten year old boys could offer. Sure, they'd push her around, tease her, and just generally mess with the youthful Ikari, but there was never any malice behind their actions. To describe it, they were like siblings. A whole class full of older brothers, picking on their cute younger sister. And, looking out for her too.


It was like that for most her life. She grew up alongside the scant few guys in her class that were the same age as her, rarely, if ever making so much as an acquaintance out of the... More effeminate girls her age. Obviously, that didn't exactly turn Ikari into the most ladylike of girls. By the age of 12, she'd already gotten into more fights than most women would see in their lifetime, being dragged into- and often instigating- The petty fights so distinctive of the male youth, time and time again. Of course, they were never anything that would go beyond typical rough housing, but it was still enough to make the difference between her and other girls clear. Where they were soft, she was rough. Were they were quiet, she was loud. Were they were shy, she was confident. And, perhaps most importantly, where the studied, she trained.


Like father like daughter, even at twelve Ikari had already become a passionate martial artist. Her free time, if not spent with friends, would be expended on practice, whether it be at her father's school, or within the walls of her own home. And at that point, she was already incredibly talented as-is. Having started at such a young age, Ikari was able to grasp the fundamentals of martial arts before most even thought about taking it up. Developing far beyond her years, by the time Ikari entered high-school she was already able to square off against students nearly twice her age. But, she was hardly spurned on by a passion for the art itself. No, though even she herself didn't realize it, hers was a passion not for Tai Chi, but for the act of combat itself.


It was something that she wouldn't discover until, in the spur of the moment, she enrolled in her school's boxing club, and found just as much enjoyment as she did in the pacifistic art of Tai Chi. To be locked in the ring, barely an arm's length from her opponent. The feeling of conflict, of struggle and competition as they exchanged blows and taunts, and the feeling of overcoming her enemy. She adored it. She loved the thrill that came with every victory she took, that rush of relief, euphoria and accomplishment that surged through her when she stood the winner. But even more than that, she loved the struggle. The fight itself, those minutes, minutes that felt like hours as she was locked in the ring. Those minutes, were the time of her life.


Eventually, she took to the streets looking to feel that thrill even more. She'd look for anyone who half-knew how to defend themselves, and call them out, harass them, and generally do anything she could to goad them into the fight. And, it was even better. Outside of the ring, surrounded by nothing but an excited crowd, or deary alley, without rules and without limits... That, was a real fight. A struggle that couldn't be ended by the ring of a bell or the call of a judge, one that would only find itself over once either she or her opponent lay on the ground, unable to continue. But, because of that thrill, she'd overindulge. She'd spend almost as much time out on the streets as she would in the ring, or in the dojo. And that would be her downfall.


One day while going about her usual habit of wandering the streets, Ikari would come across something... Jarring, to say the least. Or rather, someone. A man, looking to be around his mid-thirties, stumbling about the empty roads, mumbling and delirious. Tripping over and bumping into practically everything in his path, Ikari was, understandably, confused. So, she approached him. And he attacked. In his delirium, he screamed at the girl, likely mistaking her for some nightmarish image conjured up by his sick-addled mind, and he charged her. Or course, he didn't last long. Before he knew it, he was laying pinned and unconscious on the ground. But the damage was already done. Within an hour the symptoms broadsided her. The nausea, the fever, the chills, they swept over her body before she could even realize what was going on, and, even once she did, it was too late. Overwhelming her before she could even make it home, Ikari was found the next day, on the verge of dying as she lay in a pool of her own sickness, passed out in the middle of the streets.


Somehow though, she recovered. Whether it was through some sort of fighting spirit, or just blind luck, Ikari's body somehow managed to hold back the spore's infection, and stop it from taking her life. The symptoms began to ebb away, but something else began to ebb in. Her hair changed. Her eyes changed. But, that was the least of her concerns. Fire. It was like it was running through her veins, screaming through every muscle in her body, even her bones felt like they were being cooked from the inside out. That time, was one she hardly remembers. Drifting in-between drug-induced sleep, and searing pain, Ikari spent two months in a hospital bed. Any Limiters the doctors placed within her body, would short out and die within hours, so they only thing they could do was wait. Slowly, but surely, the mutations went on, her hair continued to grey, her eyes continued to pale, and, her body began to adjust. After that, she was held for another three months. Cooped up in a facility, scientists would come day in and day out to study her ability, trying to find a way to suppress the raw, destructive nature of her ability. Eventually finding avail, Ikari was finally let loose into Viola City. And for that, she was more than ready.


After all, what could be more fun than fighting people with superpowers?


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Ability: Overcharge - Ikari's body, for lack of better terms, acts as a biological generator for an unstable, and as of yet unidentified form of energy. Her body continually produces it, and stores it within herself, being held within her muscles and pretty much wherever else it can fit. Ikari is then able to take this stored energy, and force it out of her body through her pours. Violently explosive and unstable once exposed to the atmosphere outside of her body, the rapid dissolution of this energy allows Ikari to preform a number of feats, such as using the explosive force generated by it to shunt her body in any which direction, enhance her physical blows beyond the limitations of biological power, or even achieve flight. Though, the latter feat is both extremely dangerous, and taxing on her energy reserves.


The energy generated is by her body, based upon several chemical processes that occur within it. Namely, those related to the effects of stimulants, such as a adrenaline. Because of this, with moments of excitement, threat, or thrill, comes elevations in the power of her ability, it rising in direct correlation with the naturally outputted levels on adrenaline in her body. This also means that by injecting foreign dosages of stimulants, Ikari is able to provide a direct boost to her ability. In relation to this, depressants will lower the output of her ability, bringing it down to weaker, less dangerous levels. Additionally, her body is able to burn sugars and fats as a safer, slow release sort of fuel, providing relatively minor boosts over long periods of time.


Output Milestones


Listed below are a number of general milestones in Ikari's output capabilities. They aren't objective A to B to C raises in power, but rather points on a scale, where elevations become notably higher than the last. Additionally, as the output of Overcharge grows exponentially, and so, the difference in these points does too.


Overcharge NOMINAL


At nominal levels of output, Ikari's ability is fairly limited. She's only able to generate enough force to move herself it short bursts, only being able to move around 30 centimeters at most without first building up a store of energy, and even then the force of exclusion is enough to move her around a meter, at similar speeds to her jumping backwards. At this point, Overcharge can only really be used to boost her agility, letting her push herself around a fight without actually having to use her muscles. Output lasting any longer than three seconds is also impossible, the minimum amount of expelled energy needed to push her being greater than her rate of generation.


Overcharge STANDARD


At standard levels of output are levels of output where Ikari not under the effects of any stimulants, or depressants, whether they be natural or artificial. At this point, Ikari sees a significant rise in the sustainability of her ability, being able to burst herself around at lengths up to a meter without the need to store energy, and without reaching any significant need to 'recharge'. By focusing her output to smaller zones, she's also able to augment her attacks, essentially being able to 'rocket boost' them, by letting out a large burst of energy from a small zone, speeding her attacks towards her target. Output, however, still will outpace her generation rate should she do so for too long without pause. This time is around 10 seconds, should she be propelling her entire body at around 20mph.


Overcharge MAXIMUM


The absolute peak of what Ikari is able to produce naturally, this level of output surpasses her standard levels by far. She's able to, at last, generate energy at an equal rate to which she spends it, being able to propel herself around at a maximum of 14mph without pause. Furthermore, when focusing ejection to smaller points, such as her feet, elbows, and knees she's able to propel them up to speeds of 60mph, if only for a short period of time. These speeds though, are only possible when focusing ejection into small areas, the highest speed speeds she's able to propel her whole body at being 32mph, for a duration of around five consecutive minutes.


Overcharge CRITICAL


Technically, Critical levels refer to any level of generation that Ikari is only able to produce under the influence of external stimulants, beyond what she would be able to produce even if her body was flooding her body with the maximum amount of adrenaline it can produce. Theoretically, the cap on this is only limited to how much of any given stimulant Ikari's body is able to handle without going into overdose. While Ikari has never actually attempted to push herself in this way, usual human tolerance levels would place this at a maximum output of around 3.4 times that of her usual maximum. Though, the effects of propelling her body at such speeds would likely be catastrophic for her, should she make even the slightest slip-up.


Mutation: The only mutations cause by Ikari's abilities are her formally brown, but now tan colored eyes, and the dusty grey hair that sits upon her head. Or at least, at first. Ikari's mutations are directly related to the output of her ability, and therefore become more and more prominent as it's output increases. At first, her eyes will begin to emit a faint, muted tan glow, something that will soon after be followed by her veins, and hair. As her power increases, this will become more and more noticeable. Additionally, due to the hyperactive energy of the energy, her hair will gradually begin to rise as it surges up and down it, leading it to look as if it is actively floating at higher levels of output.


Less a mutation and more a side-effect, all non-vital fats within Ikari's body are non-present, and unable to form, due to her body converting it and any excess sugars into fuel for her ability.


Limitations:


Natural Limit

• Overcharge is directly related to the stimulants and depressants within Ikari's body. Because of this, she's unable to force herself to 'power up', and must wait for her body to output Adrenaline on it's own, or rely on external stimulants. Any easily deployable depressants are also natural countermeasures to her ability, easily cutting down her ability to generate energy. This also means that Overchage is only able to produce as much energy, as Ikari's body is able to tolerate stimulants, without going into overdose.
  
• Ikari's body structure is unchanged from that of a normal human being. Because of that, she's only able to accelerate her body at safe levels, lest she only end up injuring or disorienting herself by propelling her body, or limbs, at too fast a speed.
  
• Aside from ejecting it from her body, Ikari is entirely unable to control or manipulate the energy she produces.
  

Limiter


Due to the nature of her ability, Ikari's body is an extremely inhospitable place for anything mechanical, or foreign in general. Because of this, shortly after implantation, the limiters placed into Ikari's body shorted out, due to a lack of proper protection. So, instead of implants, Ikari is instead prescribed a daily dosage of a specialized depressant in the form of small, glossy blue, spherical pills. Under their effects Ikari's generation is severely limited, falling into the 'NOMINAL' category listed above.


Drawbacks:

• Higher levels of generation places strain on Ikari's body. This doesn't become anything to worry about until MAXIMUM levels, and even then an issue is only present when said levels are sustained for too long, but anything beyond that will injure her at a rapidly increasing rate. Effects can include internal bruising, internal bleeding, bone damage, muscle strain, and even open wounds, at extreme levels.
  
• Mass ejections of energy are extremely dangerous, anyone unfortunate enough to be struck by one can expect to suffer up to third degree burns, depending on how close to the core of the discharge the point of contact was.
  
• Because her ability burns up fats and sugars, Ikari needs to ingest more calories than most people, even those with especially fast metabolisms. Compared to breaking her bones, and inflicting severe burns though, this is more of a minor inconvenience than anything else.
  
• The fact that Ikari discharges energy from her pores means that her ability kind of sucks for her skin. Using it often will lead to skin irritations, and several other annoying side effects. As a plus, though, this makes it really easy to pop pimples.
  

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