Mochte was an infant when her parent's verbal abuse toward her elder sister turned physical. She does not remember most of her childhood other than feeling afraid.

What she does not remember clearly is that her and her sister were adopted. It is unknown if they are biological sisters or not.  Her elder sister developed her quirk when she was almost 4 and when Mochte was still in diapers. Their parents were not happy and feared her sister's quirk. They where disappointed enough to hit her and threaten her. Mochte became the star child. Their "last hope". Mochte loved her sister regardless of her quirk so did her best to support her. She would be scolded for trying to influence her sister to use her quirk, but never was hit even when her sister was.
When she developed her quirk the parents were not disappointed but also not thrilled. All any of them could tell is that is was a weak spirt of strings that could be produced from her fingers.

As children, she was the only friend her sister had despite being a social butterfly herself. One day her sister made her a friendship bracelet out of love, and she wore it ever since. It broke her heart to see her sister struggle to make friends while she was able to make friends easily. She was young and naive however so did not think much of it. Nor did she take defending her sister as seriously as she should have. This cause her sister to become increasingly unhappy without her noticing.

Years of watching as her sister continue to struggle to cover up the bruises and develop extreme self hate went by. Mochte came home from school to see her sister laying on the floor sobbing as their dad kicked her and their mother yelled about the house plant she supposedly killed while practicing her quirk without permission. Mochte's head spun she couldn't take watching her beloved sister be hurt anymore.  As she stood stunned, clenching onto the straps of her book bag their mother noticed her and walked towards her with open arms and praise as if nothing was happening. Their father grabbed her sister's hand and was now trying to break her hand on a table with some nearby object.

The world felt distant to her in that moment yet it is her clearest and earliest memory that she was able to keep. Feeling nauseous and terrified she called out for it all to stop as loud as she could. While she hollered she whipped out both arms. Effectively using a new technique. One which shot out numerous strings which slash through bother parents... and supposedly her sister.

She almost went past her limit with the technique, she felt dizzy and the world blurred but she was able to see her limp sister hanging on the table. Unsure if she was ok or not.
She could not think clearly.
She didn't have much energy left but she managed to propel herself out of the house stumbling and panicking.

She has no idea what happened after, if her sister or parents survived. Nor does she ever want to know. She has been living on the streets of Tatooin on her own for almost a year now. Doing what she can to survive, but still doing what she can to help others regardless if she knows how to help or think she can. She refuses to lie down and let what happened defeat her. She wants to stay strong for her sister. She hopes that her sister is ok, but is afraid to find out. She can only hope that one day their paths may meet again.

She dreams of becoming a pro hero someday.

RP History:

• Ran into someone who looks just like her and is also homeless.