Hikari Fujiwara, Mirage

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Hikari Fujiwara

Codename: Mirage. | Base: Tokyo, Japan. | Age: 18.

Abilities: Intelligence 3 Strength 1 Agility 1 Speed 1 Health 3 Energy 15 Regeneration 5 Actions: Create Illusions 5 Laser Blast 5 * Thin White light beam from her index finger. + Armor Penetration. Social Skills 5 * Specialties: Acting, Impersonation, Charm, Voices, Persuasion. Ventriloquism 3 Technology 2 * Intelligence Bonus. General Knowledge 2 * Intelligence Bonus. * Specialties: Psychology, History. Acrobatics 3 * Agility Bonus. Close Combat 3 * Agility Bonus or Weapon Modifier. * Specialties: Self Defense, Multiple Opponents, Take-down. Fashion/Style 3 * Fluff, Intelligence Bonus. Dancing/Partying 3 * Fluff, Agility Bonus. Modifiers: Invisibility 3 + Action as Modifier. - Power Out of Control (Always On). Challenges: 8w Family Rejects Her 3w Psychological: Difficulties being open to people, worsened by her powers 3w Deadly Enemies: Yakuza 2w

Something was wrong with Hikari before she was even born, as the scans of her pregnant mother rendered errors in multiple occasions and had to be repeated. It sure was a relief when she was born without much trouble and had a normal childhood until she was ten, the ones of those years are the only pictures that exist of Hikari in fact. A quite active and rebellious girl, Hikari was a manageable trouble during her fist decade, but when things started to get strange it was a tremendous blow to her family.

The Fujiwara family is a well known and old fashioned one, extended along business and politics alike they had always been guardians of tradition. Hikari's father was a successful businessman with a chain of hotels and her mother a career lawyer and politician. When Hikari's powers started to manifest frequently just before puberty, things went south. An already troublesome girl that felt suffocated by the pressure of doing the right thing in the eyes of her family was given tools to break those rules.

Of course, at first it was just childish pranks, as Hikari was yet visible most of the time and she could maintain her invisibility for long. Eavesdropping where and when she wasn't supposed to be, disrupting celebrations with silly illusions... it was mostly harmless if annoying, a call for a missed attention she didn't really get. Father and mother weren't parents for her, Hikari only saw them as enforcers of an order she didn't fit.

It got worse with the years, as shortly after puberty Hikari was no longer visible and everyone depended on her illusions to be able to have something that resembled a normal human interaction. Many members of the Fujiwara family thought that being unable to turn off the invisibility was just another of her pranks, so that only served for Hikari to grow more isolated. Years passed by as she bounced from one school to another, expelled over and over again, and it was just a matter of time until she found someone.

Saito was just your regular gangster wannabee, a punk with more guts than common sense, thinking that being part of the Yakuza was something he could earn just by being a petty criminal. Hikari met him when he was doing lowest level errands for a Pachinko parlor where she was wasting her time looking older than her age and was a quick crush. Once he introduced herself with a more fitting look Saito was not only smitten by her looks, but also enamored by her rebellious princess attitude.

The pretty gangster would have been a better fit in a boy band, as Saito didn't have many more good qualities beyond his looks. Certainly not his ambition that overreached way beyond his intelligence. Maybe it was just that he was too eager, maybe he wanted to impress Hikari. Whatever the reason Saito had to steal from the Yakuza was unknown, as it ended being his worst and last mistake. Given that they suspected that Hikari had nothing to do with the robbery and that messing with the Fujiwara family without reason wasn't a good idea, they let her go.

Hikari wouldn't let it go though. After impersonating several members of the Yakuza, listening unnoticed in a few meetings and even sabotaging the wheels of a couple cars, Hikari did more damage to the organized crime of the city in a few weeks than the police had in years. When several of the bosses were arrested, Hikari was more clear minded than she had been in her life. Yes, she had started that out of revenge for her dead boyfriend, but after that... she wanted to do more, and for the good reason.

The breakup with her family once she was eighteen and announced she wanted to be a hero was definitive. The Fujiwara didn't want that kind of attention and her parents didn't really trust their problematic daughter, the one that had been dating a criminal, to be a hero. Perhaps there still was some love in them, but when even her parents caved to the family pressure, the same pressure Hikari was fleeing from, it didn't matter.

Now she's disowned, living from what the Organization gives her and trying to do her best. No longer tolerated by the rest of the Fujiwara, the Yakuza are starting to rethink letting her go. Hikari is trying to redefine herself and she doesn't trust anyone. With criminals after her and abandoned by her family, she's doing her best and wants to do more. Maybe that way she can find a worthy purpose, maybe that way she can find herself.

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Experience:

Earned: 9

+1 Picture.

+3 Short Term Goal.

+3 Long Term Goal.

+2 Prologue into the WSHL.

Spent:

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Short Term Goal: I need to land on solid ground and I need it as soon as possible. If I don't get at least a decent position at the WSHL I'm going to end up bad. Family won't help me, in fact, they could as well hinder me for all I know. And the Yakuza are looking for me, and even if I'm hard to pin down, I can't go around leasing an apartment on my name. So I need stability, a moment to breathe and gain some perspective because I'm going mad. Getting promoted and abandoning the country would help, but I don't even know how does one do that within the WSHL, not yet. Long Term Goal: Family failed me. I was more or less fine with the extended family disliking me, as I hated their way of life too, so it was understandable. I need to be free or I have no way of finding myself, but all they impose is structure, a mold to fit you in. It was horrible, but it was... manageable. I didn't expect my parents to align with them instead of me. Yeah, I'm not the easiest daughter to work with, but that... that betrayal? From your own parents? Fuck them. And fuck me for still caring. I need to know who I really am, or who I want to be, don't know. And then find my own family, away from blood.

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Hikari stormed into the lobby of the Shibuya branch of the WSHL, not exactly the main Tokyo office, but it was the closest one. "There are Yakuza messing around the Scramble!" alerted in reception, omitting the reason why the Yakuza were causing trouble in a well known tourist spot in broad daylight, as they were looking for her. "But- but there are no heroes here, this- this is just an information spot and merchandise shop..." the young receptionist trembled, answering panicked to the sporty looking girl before her. Hikari doubted, she could as well go invisible and easily lose them in the underground, no matter what kind of unknown tech they were packing, someone didn't have to be invisible to lose a bunch of thugs in Shibuya Station.

And yet, she resisted the idea. It was her fault that they were there, she did mess with their operations for a while, a bloodless revenge on what they had done. But now that her family branded Hikari an enemy, the Yakuza had no longer any qualms about going after her. Hikari did claim she wanted to be a hero, or at least that was the straw that broke the camel's back with the Fujiwara family. Had that been just another of her barbs? Something she said to piss them off? Or was some truth in it? Did her acts against the Yakuza end when her misplaced revenge over the death of a problematic boyfriend was sated?

Hikari was tired of doing either the wrong things for the right reason or the right things for the wrong one. If there was a time for it, had to be this one. "Sorry. Get down. I'll handle it" Hikari sighed, warning the receptionist to get safe. Her form blinked for a moment, no longer the plain sports clothes, but a slicker one with asymmetric cut and neon pink highlights. Before the whole outfit could be even seen, she disappeared.

"She can't be that far! We know she can disappear, but she can't fly or anything alike!" the mobster calling the shots shouted, the Yakuza only half aware of the true uses of Hikari's powers for now. The more she got exposed to their attacks the more they would know, but there was no going back. "Not far! Just here!" Hikari shouted, luring away the bunch of mobsters away from the more populated areas. "No! I'm here!" she mocked, pink boots running on the streets she knew well, diving into one alley after another. "Damn brat-" one of the Yakuza said, before a piercing white beam cleanly pierced one of his arms, going down in pain.

"What? Does she have help?" the boss said, surrounded by a few of his men in an empty area. "You are after me and you still don't know?" Hikari's disembodied voice came from a corner that got promptly awash with bullets not finding their target. Another fleeting beam, another thug down. "I can't trust anyone. I'm alone" her voice sounded serious and threatening, but there was a hint of sadness, of truth in it. More beams came, piercing legs and arms in definitively painful but non lethal fashion. Those goons would survive, even the blood loss wasn't that much.

"Damnit!" the boss ran like the coward he was, back to the crossing, missing white beams too close for comfort. His escape took him back to the small WSHL branch, soon finding an scared receptionist behind her desk and taking her hostage. "Come out! Or I'll shoot her!" he menaced, grabbing her tightly against his chest, gun at her temple while she struggled against his stronger arms. "You hide behind your honor. You hide behind your traditions. Hell, you'll even hide behind an innocent woman" Hikari's voice didn't sound far, but she remained unseen and the Yakuza didn't dare to move his weapon. "I'll kill her! Show up now!" he defied, and at the moment Hikari materialized out of thin air, hands in the air, a few feet in front of him. As the man moved the weapon to aim at Hikari, she smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "You can't hide behind me though" Hikari said, but this time the voice came from the woman he had trapped instead, light coming out from the fingers that uselessly struggled with his grasp until the beams pierced right through them in a fraction of a second.

The mobster released her in pain, weapon clattering to the ground, confusion and fear in his sweaty face. "Do you think I'd risk an innocent life?" she said, the image of the receptionist flickering into Hikari's colorful costume. "Do you think it was a coincidence that you ran back here? You were herded by my attacks like the sheep you are" Hikari raised a finger, pointing straight at his face. "I just injured your mates, but do you think I'll spare you? Do you think I won't kill you?" she screamed to his face, visible angry as the thug trembled. A white beam came out from an unexpected direction, as Hikari's true movements hardly matched what she choose to show, hitting the goon in a foot, bringing him crying to the ground.

"You don't know me. Nobody does" he could hear before passing out as Hikari went to the back of the shop, warning the real receptionist that the danger passed.

. . .

Several different authorities visited the place along the day, taking care of the thugs and noting the same statements over and over from Hikari, the receptionist and a few witnesses around Shibuya. She usually didn't stay for that part, but she was tired of doing things half way. "I'm sure that it won't be long until we sell shirts with you on them, I don't know the codename though" the voice of the receptionist caught a tired Hikari by surprise. "I- ah... I'm not..." Hikari mumbled, that woman's smile taking her off guard. "Mirage. I kinda liked Mirage" admitted with a blush. The receptionist extended a hand with a few papers on it. "You'll have to fill up these and bring them to the main office then, Mirage" she said, Hikari noticing it was WSHL compulsory paperwork.

More bashful than usual Hikari got the papers and thanked her with a bunch of bows before getting out. "Mirage" she muttered, an optimist note to her voice, before fading into thin air as the sun set in Shibuya.