Approved Shiba (Spork Fuchs)

Name: L-??? “Spork” Fuchs
Age: 25
Gender: Nonbinary (they/them, she/he when it's funny)
Scent Profile: Salt and sugar, fruit juice, cigarettes, faintly of ozone, metal, and pine.
Appearance: A person of slightly above average height (5'9") with blonde hair styled in a mullet. They have heterochromatic green and gray eyes, though they’re usually hidden behind a pair of tinted sunglasses. Their clothes are bright and fun, and they enjoy accessorizing. They are rarely seen without their cane when out in public; it is white and red, with a weighted handle and base that pack a good wallop.
Features: Spork was born blind, and their parents never let them forget it. Free from their parents' overly-protective, overly-cautious ways, they swung hard in the opposite direction.

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Alias: Shiba
Power Level: Standard
Alignment: Dark Gray (more villain than hero)
Powers: No metahuman powers. They do have cybernetic enhancements, courtesy of their partner in crime Kitsune.
Alliances: Nine Tails Inc., working alongside Kitsune

Equipment:

• Spinal implant which slightly increases their durability, significantly increases their unarmed striking power, and sends feedback on their vitals to Kitsune.
• Equippable metal gauntlets which move with them to increase their punching power and protect their hands. They are able to make certain gestures that send signals to other parts of their electronic equipment.
• Equippable leg braces which increase their kicking power and stability, distributing shock force more evenly so that they can fall from higher heights.
• Scanning and audio relay device (affectionately named "Miku") which will describe positions of objects and people (as well as certain conditions pertaining to those people) within a certain radius.
• Collapsible baton, able to be electrified with the press of a button.
• Small, round flash grenades. Strong enough to briefly dazzle someone, when looked directly at.
• Suit made from a slash-resistant, puncture-proof, durable fabric. They also wear a layer of kevlar that is resistant to small arms fire, mainly around their chest.
• Mask with built-in voice modifier and short-range communicator connected to Kitsune's. They can choose to broadcast their voice or speak only to their partner.

 

[Katpride]

Truly, there is no greater bond than that of childhood familiarity. The pinky promises, the notes passed back and forth during class, the sleepovers and secrets shared in the dead of night. The promise of a bond that would last from the cradle to the grave.

Spork and Mari did not have that. Not at first. Their parents might have thought they did, as the two children were forced to spend time together at every opportunity and so naturally they must be the bestest of friends, but although they tolerated each other their personalities were a world apart. Adventurous baby Spork, with an insatiable desire to fit the whole world within their toothless maw, would often provoke Mari into a screaming fit when they tried to gnaw on her toes. Their parents found this adorable. Mari did not. Spork may have found it funny too, if they didn't keep getting kicked in the face.

They grew older, and the face-kicking faded along with the teething pains, but although they still sat through family dinners and pre-arranged playdates, they never quite understood each other. Spork, seethingly resentful of Mari being allowed to run and play without a constant watcher, would never entertain even the faintest whiff of a complaint about wanting to stay inside. They would put on their best behavior for their parents in the futile hope of earning more freedom, but without an outlet for their frustrations they snapped at Mari more and more. And so the rift grew, and the two remained together only out of a lack of other options, neither having siblings and their neighborhood being devoid of other kids their age.

Starting school changed things. Spork may have learned to act like an angel in front of their parents and teachers, but all of the kids who thought that made them an easy target quickly found the tables turned. Quite literally in some cases, because there was no better way to paint themself as innocent than to intentionally trip over things and blame their blindness. They cultivated their bruises with a gap-toothed grin, learning to navigate the vicious undercurrents of elementary school power dynamics with aplomb.

Busy as they were with learning how to prop their cane against their desk in such a way that it would trip their obnoxious classmates and not their teachers, they almost didn't notice Mari's floundering. She hadn't taken to the classroom like they had, preferring to spend her time trying to actually learn, and that made her vulnerable in a different way. While the rest of the class was forming a net of alliances and betrayals, she had her nose stuck in a book. Eventually, she would have to pick a side, or it would be chosen for her.

And, since they were debatably friends and definitely neighbors, Spork found that they also had a choice to make.