Reina Mori

La fille a gardé la tête baissée alors qu'elle se rendait aux portes, mais ce qu'elle ne pouvait décrire que comme les râpages d'un fou l'a fait regarder vers le haut. Elle a trouvé la source de la voix--un garçon autour de son âge, apparemment un autre de Tumble choisi en jugeant par ses réponses très fortes à la même sorte de questions qu'elle venait de souffrir par elle-même. Reina n'a pas pu s'empêcher d'observer le garçon dans l'incrédulité alors qu'il poussait à travers la foule. Était-il la norme pour les recrues de Tumble? Elle ne pouvait que l'espérer, ou elle serait confrontée à des maux de tête constants, ainsi qu'à un sentiment encore plus déplacé.
Ne prêtant pas toute son attention à ses pensées, Reina s'est légèrement heurtée à quelqu'un. Elle a ouvert la bouche pour s'excuser, s'arrêtant quand elle a remarqué que la personne était un jeune garçon, et très probablement une autre recrue, à en juger par son âge apparent et la façon dont il se portait.
"Gotta déteste ces vautours, n'est-ce pas? Ils vous choisiront en morceaux s'ils pensent que vous êtes une proie facile. Plus facile de leur jeter un os pour se battre et ensuite courir comme l'enfer pendant qu'ils sont occupés », lui dit-il.
Reina s'est arrêté un moment, réalisant qu'il parlait des journalistes. Des vautours. C'était une façon plus agréable de le mettre que ce qu'elle avait à l'esprit, et cela a suscité un sourire faible mais authentique d'elle. Elle a hurlé d'accord, jetant un coup d'œil sur son épaule sur la foule et les caméras clignotantes.
"Je suis Tommy, ravi de vous rencontrer. Si ça ne vous dérange pas, je sauverai la poignée de main pour l'intérieur, a-t-il dit. Elle se retourna vers lui alors qu'ils continuaient vers le bâtiment. Elle a été impressionnée par la facilité avec laquelle il semblait être social, en traitant avec la foule sans aucun inconfort visible. C'était un trait de personnalité qu'elle souhaitait souvent avoir un peu, surtout en ce moment.
-- Reina, répondit-elle en regardant les autres recrues apparentes qui s'étaient retrouvées à l'avant de l'agence héros. Un groupe intéressant, c'était certain. Bien qu'il n'y ait pas eu de tremblement de l'impression de ne pas appartenir tout à fait encore, personne ne semblait vraiment «appartenir». Reina n'était pas sûre de ce qu'elle ressentait, mais au moins, Tommy semblait assez facile pour être là.
"Je ne suis pas grand à serrer la main," a-t-elle ajouté avec un autre demi-sourire.
This is a picture of what he would look with his quirk, as illustrated by person who has the quirk to draw what people would look like if they was quirkless. He has dog-like ears and a tail, which are covered by the same blonde hair as his head, except the tips are a dark black color. His right eye is blue, where his left eye is golden. He typically wears a hoodie with the hood down, and blue jeans with sneakers, even for formal events when he can get away with it. The only time he will pull the hood up is when he is trying to not be recognized. He does not actually have any piercings.

Jason "Fenrir" Williams

Male

17

Fenrir usually has an air of uneasy calmness, usually be sarcastic and abrasive but not necessarily anti-social. He is quick to anger, but hard to goad into a fight unless someone else attacks him first, at which point it is hard to separate him from whoever he is fighting.
Despite clearly having the features of a common dog, Fenrir insists that he has the features of a wolf. However, whenever referred to as a dog, his reaction is typically more annoyed than angered. When someone tries to insult him by calling him a dog, or something to the effect, he usually retorts in a smug manner.
He has very little care for social etiquette, wearing informal clothing to formal events, eating very messily, sometimes tearing into raw meat in public places. 

Fenrir was born in the US. His mother disappeared shortly after giving birth to him. After his months disappearance, him and his father moved to Japan. His father tried to be a good father, but was often busy at work and was always emotionally distant.
At the young age of 15, he ran away and joined a small street gang and gained a new father figure in the form of the gang leader, who was in his late fourties. Two months ago, the leader who goes by the name Loki, was accused of super villiany. In order to avoid having the gang being dragged down with him, he turned himself in.
One month ago, Fenrir left the gang out of both frustration that no one else even tried to help their former leader, and that he hated the person who took over the gang, believing him to be a "Slimy, cowardly, greedy rattlesnake."
He has recently joined Tumble willingly, believing that he if could become a hero, he can save the only person who ever mattered to him. 

Canine Aspects - Fenrir possesses the ears and tail of a german shepherd. In addition, his tongue appears slightly longer and flatter than normal, and his nose has a bit of a dark hue and is slightly wet to the touch. The palms of his hands and feet are more apparently black and slightly thicker and has a leathery texture. In addition, his fingernails form claws.
Due to quirk, he has enhanced smell, taste, and hearing. He is slightly faster and stronger than the average quirkless human, but this enhanced speed and strength is within normal ranges.
His quirk has several weaknesses; he is more easily overwhelmed by strong odors or sounds, and will react in a similar fashion to a dog if he hears a dog-whistle. In addition, he seems easily distracted. It is unknown if this is caused by his quirk, or if this has another cause.
Other canines seem to inherently friendly or at least neutral to him, including non-domesticated canines. 

Fenrir is not good at many things, however his time as a gang member did teach him some important life lessons. He is multilingual, knowing three different languages; English, Japanese, and Spanish. And knows how to pick locks. He also knows Morse Code.

Fenrir stormed up to this agency place he heard about, his footsteps loud against the concrete. He took his hand and made a fist, slamming against the side of door to make a hardy knock. He drew back his fist again, and beat against the door.
He put his face against the door of the building. "I know you can hear me. Let me in. I hear you are taking in us street trash and trying to make us heroes or something. I want in." He waited only a few seconds before drawing his hand back again and knock on it once more.
"What, am I am not good enough for this stupid little club or yours. You would be lucky to include this wolf on your team." Once again, he waited about two seconds before once again slamming his hand against the door.
"Are you only taking in the ones you think you can fix? Like the rest of us are broken beyond repair or something." He waited only a few seconds longer, before banging on the door twice.
"I need this. For a frie.. For my father." he said, and before he could knock again, the door opened revealing Tumble. "Huh, didn't think you was a girl. Oh well, were do I sign up?"