Part 1: you are currently at part 1 Part 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1261764973/ Part 3: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1262661949/ Click 1 to hear the song that goes with chapter 1, click 2 to hear the song that goes with chapter 2. No need to click the green flag over and over again CHAPTER ONE BELOW DESCRIPTION there will be a part two ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Kaelen "Kai" Vane Age: 18 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Asexual Appearance: Tall and lean with a wiry, deceptively strong build. Shaggy, dark hair often obscures his eyes, which are naturally a deep, almost black brown but glow with an intense, sinister red when his power is active. He wears simple, practical, all-black clothing, typically a dark hoodie, jeans, and a backward baseball cap. He has a sharp, slightly predatory smile, and a small silver hoop piercing in one ear. Personality: Reserved, cynical, and highly pragmatic. Kaelen appears cold and detached, often observing situations from the periphery. He possesses a dark, sardonic sense of humor and rarely trusts anyone. Despite his grim exterior, he is fiercely protective of the very few things he cares about, driven by a deep-seated need to control his environment. Occupation (If they have one): Freelance Investigator/Informant (Operating in the shadows of the city's criminal and supernatural underbelly.) Powers (If they have one): Red Void Manipulation. Kaelen can generate and control a palpable, energy-draining 'void' that manifests as swirling, scarlet-hued mist or crackling red lightning. This void doesn't just destroy; it consumes energy—kinetic, thermal, and even the life-force of living beings, leaving behind a cold, desolate vacuum. Abilities (IF they have any): Energy Drain: Can passively drain ambient energy, making the area around him feel unnaturally cold and dead. Void Step: Can briefly enter the Red Void to teleport short distances, leaving a flicker of red light and a momentary drop in temperature. Aura Sight: Can perceive the life-force (or "aura") of others, which appears to him as varying shades of light against the encroaching darkness. W3 (If they have any): A pair of high-impact, red electric combat sticks concealed beneath his jacket. Likes: Quiet solitude, late nights, the sound of rain, solving complex puzzles, the feeling of absolute control. Dislikes: Loud crowds, unnecessary drama, being underestimated, bright lights, people who waste their potential. Strengths: Highly intelligent and strategic, formidable willpower, immense control over his volatile power, excellent at reading people and anticipating movements. Weakness: Emotional detachment makes forming alliances difficult, his power's overuse causes severe physical fatigue and extreme cold sensitivity, struggles with self-worth and genuine vulnerability. Fears: Losing control of the Red Void and having it consume everything, being completely alone, and the past catching up to him. Backstory (Opt.): Kaelen was an orphan raised on the fringes, discovering his terrifying power during a traumatic event as a child. The Red Void manifested as a defense mechanism, a hunger that he had to learn to manage through sheer discipline. He spent his adolescence in hiding, training himself to channel the destructive force into something controllable, living only by his own rules. He now uses his powers to navigate the dangerous parts of society, feeling most at home in the shadows where his unique 'light' can't be easily judged. Other: He has a noticeable scar running along his left forearm, a remnant from an early, uncontrolled use of his powers. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Crimson Debt Chapter 1: A Taste of Normal The dorms were loud. Too loud. I sat in the corner of the common room, my cap pulled low, watching Class 1-A exist. It was fascinating and exhausting. "Kai! You have to try these!" Uraraka beamed, shoving a plate of mochi toward me. I hesitated, then took one. It was sweet a stark contrast to the bitter, metallic taste the void usually left in my mouth. "So, the red stuff," Kirishima said, plopping down next to me. "Can you, like, make weapons out of it? Or is it just for draining guys?" "It's a void, Kirishima," I explained, surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. "It takes. It doesn't create." Over the next few weeks, the walls I’d built around myself started to crack. I found myself helping Kaminari study (by threatening to drain his electricity if he didn't focus), training with Todoroki to help him regulate his temperature drops, and even sharing a rare, silent nod of respect with Bakugo in the gym. For the first time since I was a child, the air didn't feel cold because of my power; it felt warm because of the people around me. They called me a friend. They called U.A. "our home." And for a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe them...
Chapter 2: Into the Abyss The peace didn't last. The sky turned a bruised purple as the League of Villains tore through the school's barriers. It wasn't a skirmish; it was an execution attempt. The battle was brutal. Shigaraki and a horde of high-end Nomus were relentless. I fought alongside 1-A, my Red Void lashing out like a whip, tearing through the monsters and shielding my classmates from decay. But we were being pushed back. Shigaraki was preparing a massive decay wave that would level the entire campus, and the Nomus were pinning the Pros down. I felt the Red Void within me scream. It knew what had to be done. It wanted to go home to the place between worlds. "Kai! Get back!" Midoriya yelled, his arm shattered from a previous clash. I looked at the school, at the dorms where I’d eaten mochi, and at the faces of the only people who hadn't looked at me with fear. "I'm not going back, Izuku," I said, using his name for the first and last time. I stepped forward, the red lightning from my eyes stretching out like physical chains. I grabbed Shigaraki and the two nearest Nomus. The ground beneath us began to liquefy into a swirling vortex of pure, crimson nothingness. "What are you doing?!" Shigaraki hissed, trying to decay my arms, but the void consumed the rot before it could touch me. "I'm taking you to a place where there's nothing left to break," I growled. I looked back at Class 1-A. They were running toward me, faces twisted in horror as they realized what I was doing. "Kai, stop! We can find another way!" Uraraka screamed. "There is no other way," I called out, my voice beginning to fade as the portal grew. "Take care of our home." With a final, violent surge of energy, the Red Void imploded. There was a flash of blinding scarlet, a roar of silence, and then... nothing. The villains were gone. The threat was gone. And I was gone with them. The Aftermath: Class 1-A's Perspective The silence that followed was deafening. Where the vortex had been, there was now only a scorched circle on the pavement. No debris. No bodies. Just empty air. Midoriya fell to his knees, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "He's... he's really gone?" Bakugo stood a few feet away, his head bowed. He didn't yell. He didn't explode. He just stared at the spot where the stranger who had become a brother had vanished. "That idiot," he whispered, his voice cracking. "That absolute moron." "He saved us," Tsuyu said softly, tears blurring her vision. "He took the whole blast into the void." Iida walked to the center of the circle, picking up a charred, black baseball cap that had been left behind. He held it with trembling hands. "He wasn't a student here for long," Iida said, his voice thick with formal grief. "But he fought like the greatest hero among us." The sun began to peek through the smoke, casting long shadows over the survivors. They had won the battle, but the victory felt hollow. They looked at the empty space and realized that the boy who thought he was a monster had given them the ultimate gift: a future. Kaelen Vane was a loner no more. He was a legend, whispered in the halls of the home he died to protect. The void was not a place. It was a lack of place a suffocating, infinite stretch of crimson static and absolute silence. Kaelen opened his eyes, but there was no light to receive them, only the dull, rhythmic pulse of the red energy that had once been his power and was now his entire world. He reached out, his fingers grasping at the shimmering red mist, but there was nothing to hold onto. "Midoriya?" he tried to call out, but his voice didn't travel. It felt as though the void was drinking the sound straight from his throat. "Bakugo? Anyone?" A Light flicked on in the distance. He lunged toward the light, his hand outstretched, but as his fingertips brushed the glow, the red static flared into a blinding, Agonizing brilliance... [END OF CHAPTER] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
