QUESTION ZERO (This isn't a question on the questionnaire, but more a prompt for the students):

How would your build introduce themselves to the class?

Confidently, but very clearly unused to public speaking, and like he's expecting something terrible to happen, but resigned to idea of it. Says his name, the school he transferred from, and introduces The Adversary (who refuses to come out in this instance, to make him look crazy and/or lame). Also looks and sound incredibly tired, because The Adversary hasn't let him sleep for a couple of days in anticipation for today (this has also made The Adversary quite tired), but still sports a genuine smile. Overall, his tone is respectful and formal.

What would be going through their mind as they introduce them to their new classmates?

Confidence and hope, despite everything, that this time things will go well, that he will make genuine friends, that The Adversary will finally settle down and let him be the hero he wants to be. He's also a little shy to be in front of so many people, wondering what they think of him.

QUESTION ONE:

What is a hero to you? What drives you to be a hero? Are there any heroes that you look up to? If not, what are your criticisms of the world of heroes?

"This one's obvious. I also stole it off Rosie. She won't mind."

A hero is someone who sees the good in every soul, and never stops trying to bring that good out into the world. My desire to be a hero, despite my failures, is driven by this belief. I wish to find the good in every man, woman, and child. If I were to look up to a hero... I have always found Popsy quite amusing. I'd like to try harder to - be funny.

What an utterly idiotic question. A hero is someone who has an excuse to use their power to their benefit and to the detriment of others. The only reason I allow this fool child the dream of heroism is that I know he would not last a day as a villain - and if he perishes, my soul is forfeit. The only hero worth even a second of my attention is, of course, Endeavor. The man uses his awesome power to strike down those who oppose him, and I can tell he holds darkness in his heart. His flames however, while impressive, pale in comparison to my own balefire.

QUESTION TWO:

How do you feel about certain homeroom teachers taking five minute smoke breaks?

"Uhh..."

All men are slaves to their desire, but it is what comes from within that defiles the souls of man, not what is without. I believe that Sexy-sensei can cure himself of his addiction, given time and genuine effort. All men can be redeemed, and all are deserving of love.

A smoker? How banal. It's hardlythe most exciting thing you could be putting into your fleshy body, your fleshy maw, but I can indulge you regardless. Remember, hero, I'm always right here when you need a light. <3

QUESTION THREE:

Which of your fellow classmates do you think you'll get along with the best, and which do you think the worst? Don't forget why! This will not change your seating arrangement.

"I won't snitch. I also stole this one from Rosie."

I am hopeful for a fulfilling relationship with all of my classmates. From what little I've seen of them, I can tell that each and every one possesses the shining heart of a hero. I plan to grow to love each and every one of those shining hearts. In particular, the boy with the insects, I think, is one who shares a similar burden to my own. I should hope that I get to know him, and love him more deeply. I wonder if he'd be willing to have some of his insects do battle with... with him. If they're expendable, in that way. It could be good to work some of his anger out on targets he can go "all out" against.

The child hungers for human connection, despite his high-and-mighty attitude. It disgusts me, that he should hope after all this time. I will tell you this; we will not have it so long as the Lord of Fire rests within him. He dares to call me a burden? ME?! He'll be sleeping on a bed of hot coals for months, I'll boil his eyes in their sockets and produce him with hot pokers, then we'll see what he has to say. I'll burn his -
Apologies. I lost my temper, if only for a moment. Hardly befitting of a being of my prestige. I will tell you this: you have a dark soul in your little hero course, and I wouldn't expect her tenure to last especially long. Oh, but the carnage she might bring... I shudder just to think of it now. Why couldn't I have been attached to her?

QUESTION FOUR:

How do you feel about your quirk? Do you enjoy using it? Do you dislike it? Is there anything about it you would change? What about fighting? How do you feel about fighting? With or without your quirk? How does it make you feel to engage in fisticuffs with another being?

"Everyone's gotta have a hangup or two. Don't be shy."

I am burdened with a great and terrible weight. My Quirk, The Adversary, has been an ever present curse upon me, my whole life. For years, it has sabotaged my good work, separated me from friends and neighbors, destroyed my connections and plucked at the strings of my heart. And yet, somehow, I can not help but be hopeful. The Adversary is powerful, undeniably so, and I can do nothing but work tirelessly to use him for good. I do not take pride in, or extract joy from, allowing him to do his wicked work, even on the guilty, but my heart is reassured to know that I can point him to those who deserve it.

I don't know how to fight. No one would ever let me train somewhere consistently, since the Adversary tends to want to get involved, and does not understand restraint.

%red%If you asked a child to put their finger into a candle's flame, how long could they bear it? Seconds? Not even one minute? How, then, does the human body bear my hell-fire? It would be torment enough to feel the flesh melt off of one finger, to feel the blood boil beneath the skin; what then would it be to be doused utterly in my flames, consumed by a great conflagoration? I should think it would be as if the body were plunged into a lake of blackest brimstone. This is my power. I want nothing more than to hear the symphony of bubbling flesh, to witness the theatre of pain.

It is my greatest curse than I am to be attached to the wretched softness of this boy. A burden I can never be rid of. Eternal damnation.%%

QUESTION FIVE:

If you were to schedule your perfect day tomorrow, what would it look like?

"Don't spare any details."

I would be rid of The Adversary. My mother would finally be able to bear looking upon me, and my father, whose face I do not know but who's love rests in my heart, would return to me. I am on the beach, I think, enjoying the warm sun, and the sand beneath my feet and between my fingers. The juice of a pomegranate is running down my chin. Besides me is [SCRATCHED OUT]. I am happy.

How sickeningly saccharine. MY perfect day probably involves me, sitting on a pile of charred corpses, finally rid of the pathetic mortal keeping me contained. Your corpse is there, I think, hero.

FINAL QUESTION:

What is your most cherished memory? Did you share it with others? Or was it in a moment of quiet introspection? How did it affect you as a person? Is it painful to look back on now?

The Adversary has not always been by my side. You may believe that I hate him, because of how I have spoken here, but this is not so. I hold no hatred in my heart; it is a poison. No, I love The Adversary, wholely and utterly. My most cherished memory was his birth. I was four, or five, when he first appeared. We were both but children then. I know that the goodness within him, from that day, still lies somewhere in his heart. I told him that day, that we would be best friends forever, and he agreed.
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