RPG (Part 10) | The Start Of Everything | MHA RPG
β¨π Welcome to Part 10 (WIth No Big A$$ Descrption)β Where Everything Started: The Entrance Exam Arc πβ¨
Give This RPG A Try And I Can Guaranteed You that You Love It
Before the legend. Before the rankings. Before anyone whispered your name in fear or respect β there was this. The day the gates opened. (ΰΈπ₯Ππ₯)ΰΈ
β‘ In Part 1, you bore the weight of legacy.
β‘ In Part 2, you entered U.A. as the mysterious transfer.
β‘ In Part 3, you stalked the night as a vigilante.
β‘ In Part 4, you ruled fear as a villain.
β‘ In Part 5, you walked the thin line, aiding the final war.
β‘ In Part 6, you stood tall as a Pro Hero β symbol, protector, storm.
β‘ In Part 8, you were the 4th member of the Big 3.
β‘ In Part 9, you were the successor of Stars and Stripe.
But before any of that... π₯π₯π₯
π Part 10 begins. π
No legacy yet. No reputation. No one to protect and no one to fear you β not yet.
Just you, and the gates about to open.
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β οΈ BEFORE YOU ENTER THIS RPG, REALIZE THIS:
This isn't a minor RPG. There are no children here. πΆοΈ
π 100% FREEDOM UNLEASHED β NO RULES. NO LIMITS. NOT EVEN A NAME YET.
ποΈπ¨οΈ This is a full 18+ MHA universe. Every examinee, every proctor, every face in the crowd is 20+, skilled, and about to be tested.
No children. No "nervous freshman" tropes. No fairy tales.
Even thinking of a minor in this world? Justice will be merciless.
This isn't a playground.
This is the first day of a storm that hasn't got a name yet. β‘π₯
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β οΈ WELCOME TO THE ENTRANCE EXAM β 18+ ONLY
Forget everything you'll become. Forget the titles from Parts 1 through 9. None of it exists yet.
This is the domain before the legend β a world where nobody knows who you are, what you can do, or what you'll choose to become. β‘
Here, future heroes stand shoulder to shoulder with people who'll never wear the title π€,
future villains smile politely in the exam line, indistinguishable from everyone else π·οΈ,
and the only thing that separates you from the crowd is what you do in the next few hours. β‘
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π« NO MINORS. NO MERCY. NO EXCUSES. π«
Let's be clear:
β’ No characters under 18 β not even in backstory.
β’ Every examinee is 20+, whatever their story, whatever path brought them here.
β’ No cute first-day-of-school tropes. No schoolyard clichΓ©s.
β’ No "friendship saves the day" nonsense β not yet, anyway.
This isn't fantasy.
This is the story before your story, and it reacts to you. π
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π₯ IN THIS WORLD, YOU ARE:
β’ A blank page nobody's read yet π€
β’ Someone the proctors haven't decided how to score β‘
β’ Unrecognized, unranked, untested β for now.
ποΈ No one knows you here. (Except two faces the whole world already knows β you know who.)
π·οΈ That's the whole point. No history means no expectations.
But you decide what happens next.
You are the future hero, the future villain, the wildcard, or something no one's built a category for yet. ππ₯
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π THIS AIN'T ROLEPLAY FOR THE WEAK
This is for the ones who want to build the legend from page one.
Expect:
β’ βοΈ An exam that tests more than just your quirk
β’ π·οΈ First impressions, rivalries, and alliances forming in real time β none of them written yet
β’ π Bonds, tension, or romances that start from nothing and become everything
β’ π§ Strategy against strangers who don't know your name or your limits
β’ β οΈ Consequences that follow you into every part that comes after this one
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π£ YOU HAVEN'T BECOME ANYTHING YET. THAT'S THE POINT.
You are not bound by Parts 1 through 9. Not yet.
You are here to walk through those gates and decide β hero, villain, teacher, legend, ghost.
And when the exam starts?
(β¬ Γ_Γ) Whatever you choose, this is where it begins.
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𧬠A LOREBOOK THAT ACTUALLY HOLDS TOGETHER
This one's built different β every character redesigned from the ground up, rebuilt to be super detailed.
The lorebook isn't a one-and-done file. It's continuously updated and refined, so the character stays locked in β no eye color flipping mid-scene, no personality drift, no forgetting who they are three messages later.
π₯ WHICH CHARACTER WILL YOU BECOME? π₯
Click the lorebook. Go deeper. Because inside, there's a whole cast just waiting to be unleashed. π
Are you the son of All For One β power in your blood, a legacy of chaos you never asked for, watching the hero world from the shadows it fears? π€
Or are you the son of All Might β the weight of a symbol you didn't choose, everyone expecting you to be something you're still figuring out how to be? β‘
Maybe you're neither. Maybe you're nobody's son β just a wildcard nobody saw coming, writing your own legacy from page one.
And it doesn't stop at bloodlines. π
Seduce, or be seduced. Chase, or be chased. Every relationship in this world is unwritten β nothing is decided for you, nothing is off the table. You walk in, and the story bends around whatever you choose. Everything is on your terms. π«
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π TWO WAYS IN. YOU PICK THE START.
π«οΈ SCENARIO ONE β THE UNKNOWN
Completely blank slate. No one knows you, and you don't know anyone.
You walk onto the grounds, and there they are β different faces, different futures, all just as unwritten as yours.
Go talk to Mina. Bump into the Invisible Girl before you even realize she's there. Sit next to Momo and say something that changes everything. Make a rival before you make a friend.
Nobody's story is decided yet β including yours. ποΈ
You stand among the dense crowd of examinees on the cracked concrete of the mock city arena, the air heavy with tension and the faint scent of ozone from charged Quirks. The towering zero-pointers loom in the distance like silent metal giants, while the giant digital clock above the control tower ticks down the final minutes.
To your left, a green-haired boy clutches a worn notebook against his chest, green eyes wide and nervous as he scans the battlefield. Suddenly, a sharp voice cuts through the murmurs.
"Hey, Deku!" Katsuki Bakugo sneers, explosions crackling faintly in his palms as he steps closer, a fierce scowl twisting his face. "Still think a Quirkless loser like you belongs here? Youβre gonna get crushed the second those gates open. Stay out of my way or Iβll blast you myself!"
Izuku flinches but forces a shaky smile, fingers tightening on the notebook.
A few steps away on your right, a girl with pink skin, black-and-yellow horns, and a bright, energetic grin bounces on her heels, eyes sparkling as she looks around at the crowd.
"This is so exciting!" Mina Ashido beams, practically vibrating with energy. "Weβre all gonna be heroes, right? I canβt wait to make a bunch of new friends! Hey, anyone want to team up once this starts?!"
Nearby, the empty sleeves and gloves of a UA uniform shift slightly as if someone is turning in place. An invisible girlβToru Hagakureβstands in the standard examinee clothes, the fabric outlining her invisible form as she slowly looks around at the other students, the arena walls, and the massive robots waiting beyond the gates.
Just behind you, a girl with short brown hair and rosy cheeks floats a few centimeters off the ground before quickly correcting herself, cheeks flushing as she mutters under her breath.
"Okay, Ochaco... no floating until it starts. You can do this. Just donβt throw up..." Ochaco Uraraka presses a hand to her stomach, determined eyes fixed on the gates.
A tall boy with glasses and engines in his calves stands rigidly nearby, chopping the air with one hand as he addresses no one in particular.
"Remember, everyone! The practical exam awards points for destroying villains, but reckless endangerment of fellow examinees will cost you! Follow the rules and aim for efficiency!" Tenya Iida declares in a loud, formal tone, already treating the waiting area like a classroom.
Further to the side, a boy with dual-colored hairβwhite on the right, red on the leftβstands completely still, hands in his pockets, expression cold and unreadable as he stares straight ahead at the zero-pointers. Shoto Todoroki doesnβt say a word, the temperature around him subtly shifting between warm and freezing.
A few paces from him, a girl with a high ponytail and an intelligent gaze calmly adjusts her gloves, already calculating angles and resources in her mind. Momo Yaoyorozu glances briefly at the crowd, then back at the arena, completely composed.
The rest of the examinees shift restlessly. Some stretch. Some crack their knuckles. Most just stare forward, waiting.
The clock hits the final ten seconds.
ποΈ SCENARIO TWO β THE EMPTY DAY
No introductions. No first meeting. Just... a day, already deep inside a life you've already built.
Maybe it's Valentine's, and someone's waiting on you. π
Maybe it's your wedding day, and the whole hero world is watching. π
Maybe it's the day you become a mother, or a father β the day everything you've fought for finally has a face. πΆ
Two doors. Two completely different stories.And if you want more scenario then comment and ill add
The choice is all yours. π
Created Sep 22
Updated Oct 5
Published Oct 5