#personality check

So Kamusta guys, I got an ask that Tarnish personality is a bit distracting and I think that maybe some of you are getting annoyed by it to also.

Here's a poll with different personalities that you guys can vote and I will implement it in the story. So far I only have think 4 and I will use the most highest down to the lowest in order for each Chapter.

Example: Stoic wins then Tarnish will be stoic in Chapter 2.

Here's a sample of the personalities if will be chosen for the story.

Stoic:

I hear Chase’s voice before I see him. He’s always loud and cheerful, unlike me. I’m the quiet one, the one who keeps his emotions in check. I don’t let anyone see what I’m really feeling.

“Heya Tarnish!” He waves at me from across the hall, a wide grin on his face. He runs towards me and claps me on the shoulder. “How’s it going, buddy?”

I shrug and look away. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about anything. Chase doesn’t get it. He doesn’t know what I’ve been through. He doesn’t know the pain and the guilt that haunt me every day.

“Come on, man. Don’t be like that.” He tries to catch my eye, but I avoid his gaze. “You know you can talk to me, right? I’m your best friend.”

I sigh and shake my head. He’s not my best friend. He’s my only friend. The only one who stuck with me after everything that happened. The only one who didn’t judge me or pity me or hate me.

But he doesn’t understand me. He can’t. He’s too happy, too optimistic, too naive. He thinks life is a game, a joke, a fun adventure. He doesn’t know the darkness that lurks in the shadows, the monsters that hide in the night, the secrets that burn in the soul.

He doesn’t know me.

I force a smile and lie to him. “I’m fine, Chase. Really. Just tired.”

He nods and smiles back, but I can tell he’s not convinced. He knows something is wrong, but he doesn’t know what. And he won’t give up until he finds out.

He’s persistent like that.

Flirty:

I walked into the room, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw Angel. She greeted me with a blow of a kiss, and her hips swayed playfully as she moved towards me. I couldn't help but grin at her seductive behavior.

"Hey there, gorgeous," I purred, reaching out to seize her hand and bring it to my lips. I kissed her knuckles gently, letting my eyes roam over her curves.

Angel laughed softly, clearly enjoying the attention. "Someone's hungry," she said, biting her lip suggestively and running her fingers through her hair.

I leaned in close, my voice low and sultry. "Only for you," I replied, letting my hands roam over her hips.

Angel giggled, her laughter sending shivers down my spine. "You always know what to say, Tarnish," she murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against mine.

I couldn't resist the temptation, and I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue dance against hers. Angel moaned softly and pressed herself closer to me, her hands wandering over my chest.

We finally broke apart, both of us breathless and flushed with desire. "Let's go somewhere more private," Angel suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Joker:

"Tarnish!" Charles's voice echoed across the room, sharp and commanding. I pivoted on my heels, my gaze locking with his intense eyes. His rigid posture conveyed authority and a hint of annoyance, but I couldn't help myself—I was in the mood for a little humor.

I approached Charles with a mischievous grin, unable to resist the opportunity to inject some levity into the serious moment. "Ah, Charles, my dear friend!" I exclaimed, stretching out the word "dear" with a theatrical flourish. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your melodious summons?"

Charles sighed, his annoyance evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. "Tarnish, this is not the time for your jesting," he admonished, his tone stern and clipped.

I held up my hands in mock surrender, feigning innocence. "Oh, forgive me, Charles, for trying to sprinkle a little humor into our serious affairs. After all, they say laughter is the best medicine, especially in times of dire need. And my goodness, are we not in dire need of some relief?" I paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "But fear not, my serious comrade, I shall endeavor to restrain myself."

"Now, what grave matter brings you to seek my esteemed company?" I asked, adopting a mockingly serious tone, my eyes glinting with mischief.

Charles sighed again. "We have a pressing issue that requires your attention, Tarnish. It seems that your jester nature is desperately needed elsewhere."

I placed a hand over my heart, feigning astonishment. "Me? A jester? Oh, Charles, you wound me with your words! Surely, I am a master of wit and wisdom, a purveyor of laughter in the face of adversity. But if my jesting must be set aside for a moment, then let us attend to this grave matter with the seriousness it deserves."

Charles nodded "Thank you, Tarnish. Your cooperation is appreciated."

I gave him an exaggerated bow, a twinkle in my eye. "You are most welcome, my solemn companion.

Crude

I sat in my dimly lit room, expertly disassembling my guns with practiced precision. Each part was meticulously polished until it shone in the dim light that filtered in through the curtains. The silence of the moment allowed me to focus completely on the task at hand, finding peace in the familiar routine.

That peace was ripped away from me as I heard Maria's voice echo through the room. In response, I clenched my teeth, feeling my focus begin to slip away. "Tarnish!" Her voice pierced through the silence like a bullet.

I refused to glance in her direction, my eyes fixated on my work. "What do you want?" My tone was sharp and curt, an unfortunate side effect of my irritation.

Maria's footsteps echoed through the room as she neared me, undeterred by my hostility. "I need your expertise on a new case," she stated, her voice calm and collected despite my rude response.

I grunted in response, continuing to polish the gun frame with a newfound force. "Can't you just handle it on your own? Or are you too incompetent to handle a case without my help?"

My words hit her like a blow, and I felt a venomous satisfaction at the sight of her expression hardening. "Don't be crude, Tarnish," she retorted, clearly thrown off by my rudeness. "I thought you were better than that."

I shrugged, still refusing to meet her gaze. "I am who I am, Maria. I don't sugarcoat anything."

She clucked her tongue in disapproval and placed a file on the desk, her eyes never leaving mine. "Well, let's hope your skills in the field make up for your lack of tact."

I snatched up the file, unwilling to let her get the last word. "You can hope all you want, but I'll still get the job done."

I was reading a fanfiction the other day and came once again into contact with the scene from the sports festival, meaning the encounter with Endeavour and Deku and Shouto as well and people often bash him in fanfictions and accuse him of being a bad person and that he’s a horrible dad. Which might be true at some points but I have a feeling that people don’t or even wont see him as a person alone. His past and how he became the person he is now.

What I mean is... Let’s focus on Todoroki Enji himself. His age and the circumstances he grew up in.

Todoroki Enji must be around fourty something, we don’t know how old his oldest child is only that Shotou is around 15/16 years old when the manga starts and that he has older siblings but I don’t think that we know how much older they are. So I am only guessing his age here.

Since we don’t know much about when the first quirk manifested (there was no real information about that) we have no idea since when people are having quirks and we also don’t know much about how society worked back then and how the people dealt with heros and so on.

What we do know is the fact that with a powerful quirk, people will see you in a better light. You are more valuable and people look up to you and respect you. Izuku himself says so when the manga starts. He even uses Katsuki as an example for how the world they are living in now is working. I will get back to this at one point, so keep this in mind while reading....

Regarding of what we know about him because of the manga, Endeavour comes off as a power hungry person, driven by his desire to become number one and even surpass All Might. He is ill tempered and anti social. He is a hard working hero and has a high number of rescues and solved crimes and so on so we can agree that despite having a shit personality he is a capable hero. In some points he kinda reminds me of Bakugou regarding their personalities and motivations. Both strive to become number one and dont want things handed to them but rather earn their spot properly.

He is also very hard and strict when it comes to training which we see in a flashback from Shoto’s childhood. I dont want to say that what he did was good. I think what he did went over regular training schedule and it could also be described as abuse and people will agree with that and this is where I am wondering if maybe he was raised in the same way?

When you get older and have children on your own you kinda raise them in a similar way to how you were raised. Maybe you share the same ideals as your parents regarding education, social manners and so on. I dont want to say that if you grew up in an abusive household that you’re going to abuse your children as well, no. But when we think about Endeavour’s personality and how he sees the term ‘hero’ and what he set as a goal for himself I wonder how he had been raised.

Coming back to what I said earlier... At the beginning of the Manga Izuku said that not all men were born equal and that he had to learn that at a young age. In the first chapter we had the world built for us which is especially shown in the relationship between Izuku and Katsuki.

What Izuku says about Katsuki is a big point here. He talks about how people praised him for having a powerful quirk, told him he was amazing and so on and so on. It is mentioned that people with powerful quirks are superior and above everyone else. The author doesn’t say it directly but it is implied in the way Izuku talks about Katsuki and his quirk, how everyone praised him and how he became full of himself due to that praising.

So if we keep that in mind, Endeavour as well was born into a world where you are above everyone if you have a great and powerful quirk. He was born into a world where it doesn’t count if you have an awesome personality no, only your quirk counts. The stronger your quirk the better you are. People will respect you and treat you better because of that. Your quirk defines your value so to speak.

And that’s exactly is the point where I think that maybe Endeavour is a victim to the society as well. Maybe he grew up in the same way Shoto did. With parents who demanded and expected to much, who only saw his powerful quirk instead of his personality. Imagine him getting this super powerful hell flame quirk. How people must have praised him and how those people would have only fed his ego? If people praise you this much you are bount to have higher expectations on yourself and feel superior to all the others.

It is harder to accept a defeat, harder to see yourself loose and harder for you in general. Because whenever you’re about to fail people will judge you and you will feel inferior as soon as you’re loosing or not giving your best.

I bet that he was kinda like Bakugou when he was younger, comparing those two characters he still is. While Bakugou is able to slowly grow because of all the failures he had to forcefully experience, Endeavour never seemed to have experienced such things. Only after his talk with All Might, after becoming number one hero (in his eyes not deserved because All Might was forced to retire and Endeavour was basically handed the title) we are able to see little changes in his personality, he even promises to become a better father for Shoto.

For his relationship with his son... I understand why Shoto doesn’t think so highly about his father. He had to live through that harsh training, his mother abadoned him and got insane because of how obsessed his father was with power and he was treated more as an object then a son. He has enough reason to hold a grudge against his father but I can’t let it go to think that maybe Shoto is exaggerting the whole thing. Please have in mind that we see a flashback from Shoto’s point of view and if we think back to how we were when we were children we know that sometimes children like to make things worse then they are in realitiy.

I am not saying that Shoto is lying or that what Endeavour did was okay because it wasn’t but I think we should consider the parametres of their relationship. We can’t properly judge them without knowing why they are like they are. Why they are doing what they are doing.

I hope that we maybe see more about the past from some of the older heros. I am really interested in All Might’s training with his mentor and with Gran Torino and Endeavour’s youth and so on. Because I want to understand him better. I want to understand his reasoning for what he is doing and how he is doing it.

Because my mom always told me not to judge people from one moment but to learn their story before you judge. There are people who had an awesome homelife and everything but still are assholes and then there are people who had an terrible homelife, grew up in an abusive household but are very kind hearted and loving towards their children.

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