Mei is a girl with salmon pink hair, which is shoulder-length, although it varies, which is styled into thick dreadlocks. Her eyes are wide and sloped upwards with some notably long upper eyelashes, their irises green-yellow with a cross in the center, making them look like scope lenses. Power Loader is a short 5'2" man with a very youthful appearance for his advanced age (42 AT LEAST). He has spiky ginger hair, reaching just past his shoulders, and dull blue eyes, as well as a notably large mouth. His hands appear to be the largest parts of his body, disproportional to his rather small frame, and, due to his Quirk, he has an orange L-shaped piece at the end of each finger. His hero costume consists of a large yellow helmet in the shape of a an excavator claw, the top piece covers his head and most of his face, and the bottom piece left to act as something of a jaw-guard. He wears a pair of large, fingerless gray gloves with metal guards that extend down his arms, as well as a pair of cyan pants. When in battle, his helmet is hooked up to a large steel appliance that he sits on and can use for combat.

*Cold. That’s what it was, that’s what it is, Cold. The lights are off, you can’t see, your eyes won’t open. Your body, it’s wet, a weird wet, not like normal. Running, that’s what you can hear, it’s faint. Now, another noise, it’s weird, like a snake slithering against cold stone but you could tell someone else, or maybe something else was in the room you were held in.* *It happened, it happened very fast, the weird cradle of the wet, now gone, replaced by cold air on your body. Glass, shattered, all over the floor, whatever it was you could feel in the room, now closer. The running, now louder, not like it was closer but because you weren’t in the wet anymore. You could tell you were on the ground, concrete, from the feel of it.* *You could hear breathing, followed by a voice.* “Wakey wakey…” *The voice, soon explained who it was, Sebastian, his name. You learned, he broke you out of your containment(which explained why you were on the ground), what was happening around the Hadal Blacksite, and why he broke you out of your containment.* *You couldn’t be complaining, free from the wet, which was now in a puddle on the ground. What’d you do next, that was up to you now, free from having to listen and obey, like a kept dog. You could do what you wanted, but what is it that you want?*