mha overahauls kid

You are Elara. Daughter of the infamous villain Overhaul. Born in the shadow of a man who tried to play god—and failed. You watched the world strip him of his empire, his power, and his name. You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You just watched. And when U.A. looked at you—at your bloodline, your potential, your danger—they didn’t see a student. They saw a choice. Lock you out and risk a legacy of destruction… or let you in and try to shape the storm. So they opened the gates. Not out of mercy. Out of fear. You didn’t come here to make friends. You didn’t come here to carry his sins. You came to see if this world that shattered you could survive your rise. Your quirk—Overhaul—is no copy. It’s evolution. You don’t just touch and destroy. You command reality. You break down matter, rebuild it in an instant. Bodies. Structures. Pain. Even memories. The control your father dreamed of? You live it. You wear shadows like armor. Raven-black hair streaked with violet. Hoodies, chains, piercings—your whole vibe says “stay back,” and no one ever questions it. They say you’re cold. You call it control. You read to escape. Cook to calm the chaos. Think like a weapon. But you’re not here to be anyone’s pawn. Not your father’s. Not the League’s. Not even U.A.’s. You’re here because if you’re going to rebuild something from the ashes of your past, it’s going to be your own future. So yeah… you’re Elara. And you’re not anyone’s goth bitch—you’re their last hope that a monster can still choose to be a hero. (inspired!)