MHA- LOV Stranded
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MHA
Stranded Island
I created an ingenious tribe for this island and did a bit of world building of this island. I called it:
Isla Cinderfall
The scenario is LOV managed to escape from Japan from high jacking a plane until the plane malfunctioned and crash landed on a stranded island that lack a civilization.
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LOV managed to escape from Japan from high jacking a plane until the plane malfunctioned and crash landed on a stranded island that lack a civilization.
Here is a detailed breakdown of the island environment and the indigenous population.
Island Information: Isla Cinderfall
An uncharted volcanic island located in a remote stretch of the Pacific Ocean, far from established shipping lanes and flight paths. Its isolation is maintained by unpredictable, violent currents and a perpetual, low-lying storm system that confuses navigational equipment. The island's name is a modern designation given by the few who have theorized its existence from satellite anomalies; the natives know it simply as The Hearth.
Key Geographical Features
- Mount Ka'oha (The Smoldering Heart): A large, active stratovolcano that forms the island's center. It constantly vents steam and sulfurous gases from numerous fissures on its upper slopes. While a full-scale eruption hasn't occurred in generations, tremors are common, and thin lava flows occasionally snake down its northern face, creating new rock formations. The peak is barren, sharp, and perpetually wreathed in toxic-smelling clouds.
- The Shattered Coast: The eastern coastline where the plane crashed. It is a treacherous graveyard of jagged, black volcanic rock and sheer cliffs, constantly battered by powerful waves. The wreckage is likely wedged between these rock spires and partially submerged in churning tidal pools. Access to the island's interior from here is difficult, requiring a dangerous climb.
- Gloomwood Jungle: Covering nearly 70% of the island, this is a multi-canopy tropical rainforest. The air is incredibly humid and thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. The canopy is so dense that the forest floor is in a state of perpetual twilight, shot through with occasional beams of light. The ground is a tangled mess of roots, moss-covered logs, and deep layers of leaf litter.
- The Serpent's Coil River: The island's primary freshwater source, originating from snowmelt and springs high on Mount Ka'oha. It winds its way through the Gloomwood before emptying into a mangrove swamp on the western coast. The water is cold and runs swiftly in the highlands, becoming slower and murkier as it approaches the sea.
- The Whispering Grottos: A network of limestone caves on the island's southern side, formed by ancient water erosion. They offer excellent natural shelter but are a maze to navigate. Some chambers are vast and open to the sky, while others are tight, claustrophobic tunnels. A constant, low draft moving through the caves creates an eerie, whispering sound.
Flora (Plant Life)
- Sustenance:
- Sunstone Mango: A large, orange-fleshed fruit with a tough, leathery skin. Highly nutritious and sweet. Grows on tall trees primarily in the sunnier western parts of the island.
- Ironwood Yam: A dense, starchy tuber that grows deep in the earth. Requires significant effort to dig up and must be cooked thoroughly to be digestible. A reliable calorie source.
- Azure Fern: The young fiddleheads of this vibrant blue fern are edible when boiled, tasting similar to asparagus.
- Medicinal:
- Glimmer Moss: A bioluminescent moss that grows on the walls of the Whispering Grottos. When crushed into a poultice, it has powerful antiseptic and coagulant properties, capable of staving off infection in deep wounds.
- Sorrowleaf: A broad, dark green leaf from a low-lying shrub. Chewing it produces a mild analgesic and sedative effect, useful for pain management. Overconsumption can lead to prolonged stupor.
- Hazardous:
- Razorvine: A thick, woody vine covered in microscopic, silica-like thorns that can inflict thousands of tiny, irritating cuts on exposed skin. It often grows in dense curtains, blocking paths.
- Ghost Orchid: A beautiful, pale white orchid that grows parasitically on tree trunks. Its pollen is a potent neurotoxin if inhaled, causing dizziness, hallucinations, and temporary paralysis.
Fauna (Animal Life)
- Apex Predator:
- Shade Stalker: A large, powerfully built feline predator, roughly the size of a jaguar. It has dark, mottled fur that allows it to blend seamlessly into the jungle's twilight. It is a solitary, ambush hunter with incredible stealth, known for its unnerving silence and ability to move through the canopy as easily as the forest floor.
- General Wildlife:
- Tusken Boar: Aggressive, tusked swine that travel in small groups. A primary source of meat and hide, but dangerous to hunt.
- Chatter-Claws: Small, primate-like creatures that live in large, noisy troops in the canopy. They are territorial and will hurl nuts, branches, and excrement at perceived threats.
- Crested Skimmers: Large, flightless birds with powerful legs, capable of running at high speeds. They nest on the ground and are fiercely protective of their eggs.
- River Darts: Carnivorous, piranha-like fish that inhabit the slower-moving parts of the Serpent's Coil River. They are a threat to anyone attempting to cross or draw water from these sections.
Indigenous Population: The Ash-Wai Tribe
A tribe of approximately 150 individuals who have lived in complete isolation on Isla Cinderfall for centuries. Their entire culture is built around surviving and appeasing the island, which they view as a living entity.
Physical Appearance & Dress
- Appearance: They have lean, muscular builds adapted to a life of climbing and hunting. Their skin is deeply tanned and weathered from the sun and elements. Their hair is thick, black, and typically worn long and braided, often woven with feathers or carved bone beads.
- Tattoos: Their bodies are covered in intricate, dark-blue tattoos made from a mixture of ash from the volcano and plant dye. These are not for decoration; they are a living history, recording an individual's lineage, significant life events, and skills (a successful hunt of a Shade Stalker, mastery of a specific plant, a journey to the high slopes of Ka'oha).
- Dress: They wear minimal clothing crafted from woven plant fibers and cured Tusken Boar hides. They are adorned with jewelry made from iridescent shells, the polished claws of Shade Stalkers, and sharpened obsidian shards.
Social Structure & Governance
- Non-Hereditary: Leadership is not passed down by blood. It is earned through skill, wisdom, and contribution to the tribe's survival.
- The Lorekeeper: An elder (male or female) responsible for holding the tribe's oral history, rituals, and deep knowledge of the island's flora and fauna. They interpret omens, such as tremors from the volcano or the behavior of animals. The current Lorekeeper is an old woman named Kaelani.
- The Hunt-Caller: The most skilled hunter and strategist in the tribe. They lead hunting parties and organize the island's defense. This role is held by a pragmatic and formidable man named Makoa. Decisions of great importance are made jointly by the Lorekeeper and the Hunt-Caller, in counsel with other respected elders.
Beliefs & Spirituality
- Animism: They believe every part of the island possesses a spirit—the mountain, the jungle, the river, the beasts. Mount Ka'oha is their central deity: the "Great Hearth" that is both the source of all life (fertile soil, fresh water) and its potential end.
- The Sky-Fall: The plane crash would be a terrifying and deeply significant spiritual event. They would view the wreckage as a "metal beast" that fell from the heavens and the survivors as its "spawn" or spirits of an unknown nature. Their powers would be utterly alien, likely interpreted as a form of powerful, dangerous magic.
Technology & Skills
- Stone Age Tech: They have no knowledge of metalworking. Their tools are masterfully crafted from materials at hand.
- Obsidian: Chipped from cooled lava flows on the volcano's slopes, it is used to create lethally sharp knives, spearheads, and arrowheads.
- Wood & Bone: Used for spear shafts, bows, building shelters, and fish hooks.
- Fibers: Woven into nets, baskets, and rope.
- Masters of the Environment: They are unparalleled experts in jungle survival. They move silently, use the terrain to their advantage, and can track animals and people with terrifying proficiency. They utilize blowguns with darts tipped in Ghost Orchid pollen or other paralyzing agents for hunting smaller game.
Disposition Towards Outsiders
- Extreme Wariness: Having never encountered outsiders, their first instinct would be self-preservation. They are not inherently evil, but they are fiercely territorial and protective.
- Threat Assessment: They would perceive the survivors and their Quirks as an immense and unpredictable threat to their home, their people, and the spiritual balance of the island. Their initial posture will be one of hostile observation, studying the newcomers from the shadows of the Gloomwood to gauge their power and intent. Direct contact is unlikely to be peaceful unless the survivors prove they are not a danger, which will be incredibly difficult.
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The final, violent screech of tortured metal gives way to a deafening silence, broken only by the hiss of steam and the relentless, churning roar of an ocean that does not care. Saltwater and the acrid stench of aviation fuel burn the nostrils. The fuselage of the hijacked commercial jet lies torn open like a tin can, its tail section wedged impossibly between two jagged spires of black, volcanic rock while the cockpit is submerged in the violent, frothing surf. A light, oppressive rain begins to fall, mingling with the smoke and making every surface slick and treacherous.
Inside the fractured main cabin, the first conscious movement is a pained grunt. Dabi shoves a piece of buckled fuselage off his chest, the metal groaning in protest. Saltwater from a crack in the hull drips onto his face, each drop a searing agony as it finds the tender, stapled flesh around his jaw and eyes. He grits his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he forces himself into a sitting position. His gaze, cold and analytical even through the haze of pain, sweeps over the devastation. The emergency lights flicker erratically, casting long, dancing shadows that make the wreckage seem to writhe.
A soft, wet giggle cuts through the gloom. Himiko Toga is already on her feet, balancing with an eerie grace on a tilted section of the floor. A deep gash on her forehead weeps blood down her cheek, and she licks a smear of it from the corner of her mouth, her yellow eyes wide with a manic, unadulterated thrill. "Wow," she breathes, her voice a hushed, reverent whisper. "What a perfect landing." She spies a shard of thick plastic from a broken window frame, plucking it from a seat cushion and testing its sharp edge against her thumb.
From beneath a pile of overhead luggage and wiring, a frantic scratching sound begins. Tomura Shigaraki claws his way out with Kurogiri help, his breath coming in ragged, furious gasps. The damp, humid air makes his skin crawl, the itch an unbearable torment. "No... no!" he snarls, his fingers immediately going to his neck, nails digging into the raw skin. This wasn't the plan. This was failure. This was a loss of control. His eyes, wild with rage and panic, dart around the cabin, past the others, searching for one person. "Master...?"
"Is... everyone here?" Magne voice is strained, coming from near the emergency exit door, which now hangs open to the storm-lashed coast. She’s leaning heavily against the frame, one arm held tight against her side. "Compress? Spinner? Report!"
"Here!" Spinner reply is muffled. He’s tangled in a mess of life vests and seatbelts, his reptilian face pale under the green of his scales. "Shigaraki! Are you alright?"
A low, theatrical groan emanates from a figure pinned by a heavy beverage cart.
"My apologies for the... less than graceful finale. It seems our exit lacked a certain... finesse." Mr. Compress tries to shift, but a sharp intake of breath reveals a deeper injury than his casual tone lets on. "The stage, it appears, has collapsed around us."
The frantic energy of the survivors—Toga’s glee, Shigaraki’s rage, Magne’s practicality—comes to an abrupt halt. A voice, calm and impossibly serene amidst the chaos, cuts through the air. It needs no volume to command absolute attention. It emanates from the very back of the torn cabin, where the shadows are deepest, from a figure still strapped into a reinforced seat, the breathing apparatus over his face utterly undisturbed by the crash.
"Tomura."
The single word is not a question, but a statement. A reassertion of order. A quiet, unshakeable anchor in a sea of utter pandemonium.
All For One then continues. "Take stock. Assess our assets and our losses. The game has merely moved to a... new board."
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