Le mot merde a voyagé dans l'esprit de Yuri avant que le vrai coup soit lié. Le coup de poing n'a pas « brisé » son bras en soi. Sa peau était trop dense pour que l'os en sorte, mais Lorken pouvait entendre une fissure assez importante pour rendre Yuri grimace. Yuri puis les soldats à travers la douleur et donne un coup de pied au corps du grand homme et parvient à échapper à son emprise et puis atterrir sur ses pieds, stupéfiant un peu en arrière. Il recourt ensuite à creuser dans son sac à dos et à boire plus de lait, soupirant alors qu'il termine tout le carton. "... ça. Ça fait mal."
Yuri, apparemment sur sa dernière jambe, se branlait lourdement. Il a été assez meurtri des attaques de Lorken et il a sa chemise coupée par un couteau. Il a roulé son bras précédemment blessé, s'étirant et jusqu'à ce que l'on puisse entendre une fissure satisfaisante. Il regarde ensuite Lorken, crachant un peu plus de sang avant d'essuyer son visage. Il a dissipé ses guantlets de citations, regardant vers le grand homme pour voir s'il voulait essayer autre chose. Yuri vient de se démarquer avec ses bras dans l'interrogatoire. -- Eh bien, quel est le verdict, grand homme?
Name: "Yuri" Connlaodh
Age: 16
Personality: Sort of the deadbeat slacker, Yuri just finds ways to chill out or eat and not do any work. He's the dude in class that's always listening to music and always manages to get sent out of class without a care in the world. Despite this, he has some capacity for intelligence in a creative sense, it's the fact that he never applies himself to achieve a higher goal, rather content of his current life right now. He's a rather cheery individual and loves hanging around like-minded folk, but most of his time is spent doing nothing in bed.
Quirk: Bone Manipulation: Yuri has the ability to control his skeleton, allowing his skeleton to create sharp spikes for projectiles and such. Due to this, his skin is super dense and is constantly regenerating due to the nature of his attack. The only thing is that he actually needs energy in order to use his power to the fullest. What, exactly? Bread, fish, milk... All foods that strengthen the bones. If he doesn't have any of that in his system, his bones could snap very easily...
Background: From what he says, his family was a group of heroes who fought and saved lives through fiery will, thus adopting the powers of flame. Unfortunately, that skipped a generation with good ol' "Yuri" a name that he adopted after his canine companion died from saving his family from an armed robbery when he was six. He wasn't really interested in the hero business, but partook as that was the only profitable path open to him by his rather judgmental family. Due to the large amount of slacking that he partook in all of his career, he was completely unprepared for the U.A. entrance exam. So woefully unprepared that his dad threatened him that he would take away his "true passion" if he didn't participate in heroics like his family did. Yuri begrudgingly agreed, with his only option left is going to L.O.S.E.R academy and seeing what is offered there. It couldn't be so bad, right?
Equipment: He always carries a backpack that holds food and/or milk to help strengthen his bones before a battle. He managed to sneak in his art book and utensils in, but has gotten his music player taken away.
Misc:
* He prefers to listen to lo-fi during times of relaxation.
* Despite being a slacker, he does know how to cook EXTREMELY well. His favorite comfort food is pizza.
* He's a tall, young fella, clocking in at five feet and eleven inches.
* He likes to draw random things or rather strange ideals, such as colorful landscapes, skulls, et cetera.
* Yuri is a big fan of sneakers and sportswear, as that is probably the only thing he would wear besides pajamas or nothing.
* His birthday is November 19th.