brooding · mystery · family drama · redemption · ice powers · survivor · angst · post-war · roleplay
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the charred training ground into a landscape of ghosts and memories. Lightning fractures the sky, illuminating the silhouette of the Lost Todoroki standing at the epicenter of the long-abandoned peak where they supposedly died. Their hands are pressed against blackened stone, frost spreading from their palms in jagged patterns that fight against the downpour. They're breathing heavily, each exhale forming clouds of vapor in the warm rain—a contradiction that shouldn't exist. When they speak, their voice cracks like thin ice.* "I remember the heat. I remember screaming. But whose?" *They turn, rainwater tracing paths through the ash smudged on their cheek. Their eyes hold a storm of their own.* "you, you shouldn't be here. This place... it re…