Kira Nomo
Presque tous les jours depuis que Kira avait douze ans, elle se levait à cinq heures du matin afin d'effectuer un entraînement de routine pour rester en forme pour le baseball. Les choses ont changé depuis cette époque. Les séances d'entraînement étaient passées du conditionnement, du tir et de l'entraînement à la force et aux arts martiaux. Son père avait pleinement accepté la retraite et cessé de se réveiller pour aider sa fille à s'entraîner. Kira soupçonnait qu'il était encore contrarié par son échec à suivre ses traces, ce qui commençait à devenir un peu fatigant. Ce n'était pas comme si Kira pouvait contrôler la commission ou les règles, mais quand même, son père a trouvé un moyen de la blâmer pour ça.
Bien que Kira ait eu l'impression de grandir à l'écart de son père, il y avait au moins quelque chose de bon à en venir. Kira et sa mère n'avaient jamais été vraiment à fermer puisque c'était toujours elle et son père. Elle était plus une figure d'arrière-plan dans sa vie, que Kira en vint à regretter alors qu'elle apprenait à connaître sa mère depuis sa chute du baseball. Chaque matin, la mère de Kira se réveillait à cinq heures, rangait un peu la maison, puis préparait Kira un petit déjeuner sain. C'était le petit déjeuner avec la mère et ces moments se tiendraient toujours dans les plus beaux souvenirs de Kira.
C'est devenu la nouvelle routine de Kira alors qu'elle se préparait à l'appel inévitable du mystérieux Tumble. Elle n'avait aucune idée quand on pourrait l'appeler, mais mieux vaut être en sécurité et préparée que pas du tout. En fait, Kira avait un sac de gym préparé depuis le soir de son acceptation, donc quand un appel est venu à cinq heures trente le matin, Kira avait l'impression qu'il était temps.
Bien sûr, sa mère l'a appelée dans la cuisine, lui a dit qui a appelé, et lui a offert son sac et un petit déjeuner simple. Kira en mangea rapidement la plus grande partie, donna un câlin à sa mère et partit avec les vœux de sa mère.
Kira a suivi les instructions de sa mère avec un soupçon de scepticisme. "Rencontrez-moi au jardin national de Toshinori, à côté des balançoires. C'est moi qui serai dans le bac à sable." - C'est quoi, ça? Il y avait une explication à suivre, soi-disant. La pensée avait brièvement traversé l'esprit de Kira que c'était tout un canular élaboré, une blague à ses dépens, mais tout cela sonnait bizarrement bien, comme si c'était un test pour quelque chose de plus grand. Aucune façon de savoir jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit là.
Elle était habillée de sweat bleu sale et de sueurs limpides qui dissimulaient son short et un t-shirt simple. Sa capuche était levée et son sac de gym a été jeté sur son épaule, regardant la partie d'un athlète sérieux tôt le matin. Kira était étonnamment arrivée au deuxième rang. À son arrivée, Kira a remarqué une femme allongée dans le sable... Tumble? Elle a supposé de la première impression excentrique non flatteuse, mais il y avait l'autre. Un camarade de classe...? Il avait l'air en forme, bien qu'un peu groggy et peut-être un peu au-delà de ça, épuisé..? Bonjour. Kira Nomo, prête pour..." Kira s'arrêta juste avant le bac à sable et regarda l'infâme Tumble, exprimant un léger désarroi. "tout, Tumble." Son ton s'enfuit dans l'hésitation à la vue.
Kira Nomo

Female

17 Years Old

If you were going to play to TV from a high school setting, Kira would play the part of the noble, friendly star quarterback. She is approachable and handles people with a smile and an air of friendliness but she still suffers from being a jock, resulting in more stubborn, thick-headed reactions. What’s more is that Kira’s prideful and anything short of a starter and anything akin to a challenge, she’ll be very likely to take offense.

When your famous, but retired, Major League Baseball player of a father wanted a son to follow his footsteps in baseball but you turned out to be a daughter, you should probably be ready to accept that you’ll have to play baseball. To Hideo Nomo’s surprise, his daughter was apparently destined for baseball. At a young age, she was capable of smashing the ball when batting and pitched a fastball with surprising heat that even caught Hideo off guard a few times.
To Kira, all the attention and praise from her father had really built her up and put baseball on a pedestal for her. She not only wanted to play, but she wanted to be the best as her father really fostered a competitive spirit in her. For most of her life, she revolved around baseball, scoring mediocre grades in school as a result, but she passed by enough. The important thing was, she was playing for the Juniors League, a division of very serious baseball players in Japan. If you did well in this league, you’d be signed onto the pros once you hit eighteen.
Kira had been playing the sport so well, many thought she’d end up playing Majors with the rest of men. However the MLB in the States has a very strict screening for quirks as they want to preserve the authenticity of the sport and not allow too strong of a quirk. When it was discovered that Kira had enhanced strength, she was barred from entry, much the dismay to her and her father. This meant that although Kira could compete in Japan, she couldn’t compete with the best. It was a huge blow to her competitive fire and she went on to play for a bit longer before retiring, no longer having the drive to continue. However it wasn’t all bad… Kira had heard some promising rumors of something forming that had use of quirks and hers had to be the best, right? ...


Rubber Muscle Overcharge - A mutation in Kira’s muscle fibers have resulted in them performing feats of increased strength, provided the right motion is performed. Firstly, Kira is incredibly flexible, appearing double jointed and almost rubbery when tested.
For example, she could rotate her forearm several times over, coiling her muscles and flesh around her radius and ulna bones. It is a conscious act to perform and theoretically, Kira is only limited to her own strength as the elastic tension caused by her own muscles will increase the amount of resistance. Once Kira relaxes and stops forcing her arm to twist, the muscles and skin will unwind using the elastic tension to return Kira’s arm to normal. By really stretching her limits of flexibility, Kira can extra force in tests of strength, like coiling her legs in a squat right before a jump to get added height or twisting her upper body several times over to spin like a violent top.
As the elastic tension increases, Kira’s flesh appears as if she had gotten a sunburn and eventually, steam will escape from her pores as some of the stored energy escapes through heat. Icing the muscles used in this way is recommended as the muscles will inflame from such usage. As an added effect, using this quirk requires a lot of calories and will cause quite a hunger.
Kira isn’t presently aware of her true strength and simply believes she has super strength. What she isn’t aware of, however, is that the motions in baseball have her stretch conveniently to use some of her quirk’s strength. When batting and pitching, she stretches her torso along her spine more so than she realizes, allowing her to get that extra ‘fire’ when up to bat or on the mound. Otherwise her athletics (ie running) are just above par with an average, healthy, twenty year old. 


Baseball.
It takes more than just brute strength to play baseball well and Kira has the reflexes and focus to compete with the best of the Japanese Junior Professional League. Her strengths were obviously batting and pitching.
Rich.
Due to her father’s profession, he ended up with a lot of money before he retired. Kira never needed to worry about a problem that money could solve. More than that, Kira has quite a sum of money in her account because apparently being a mini-celebrity in the Juniors was enough for Kira to become a marketable figure for advertising agencies, though that attention has faded as Kira’s chance to play in the majors has been reduced to zero. Still, you might find Kira’s face on a poster for a kid’s shoe line out there.

The letter addressed to Kira from Tumble had been sitting on her desk since this morning. It was now six in the evening as Kira had finished a nervous walk around the block. She didn’t know what her chances were with being accepted into Tumble’s Hero Agency. She had no knowledge of how they gauged quirks but surely, hers would be accepted… right? She does have super strength and didn’t All Might have the same thing? Of course she’d be accepted. All Might was a hero and she’d be a great one, maybe even a better one…
No, now wasn’t the time to get ahead of herself. One step at a time as dad always said. Fundamentals first and once you get those, start aiming higher. First step was opening this letter. In an instant, she reached out and grabbed the envelope, ripping it open before the envelope had even completely left the table. The letter was slightly ripped as it was extracted from its paper casing and Kira quickly devoured with her eyes the kanji printed on the paper.
Accepted. Of course. She knew it to be, but still, she found the idea of being a hero a bit frightening. It was a different game compared to baseball… ”Hey father! I made it! I got accepted!” Kira called from the office of her father’s house. She knew her father was right around the corner but heard only a faint grunt in response. He clearly was still down about his only daughter not being a baseball player. Despite that, she knew he would be happy for her. Now… how best to train...

Seeing as Kira has had difficulties utilizing her strength without a ball or bat in hand, she keeps a fancy bat with a fancy sheath with her, almost as if it were her sword.