Personality
Toga is a
Self-Centered Stalker, whose sole goal in life is the fulfillment of her own happiness. Whether it's enjoying a relaxing day at the spa, making some poor underpaid intern's life just a bit more uncomfortable, or skinning a man alive, everything she does is because it puts a smile on her face. The type of girl who wears her heart on her sleeve, her pleasure or displeasure is readily apparent to anyone around her; becoming incredibly animated while she's happy, and a complete ice-queen when she's not.
While she generally tries to avoid fighting, Toga is no stranger to it either. She just prefers to strike from hiding, following her targets from a safe distance, and using her Quirk to get them to lower their guard. If overwhelmed, either by strength or numbers, she'll attempt to flee, rather than risk her life in a possibly fruitless fight.
Backstory
Born in the Arcadian Suburb of Morioh, Toga was a rather uninteresting child, if a bit cold and distant. She didn't really take joy in the things that other kids her age did, and it wasn't until she found an injured bird in her backyard, when she was eight years old, that she actually had her first sincere smile. Hidden within a small shrub, the young girl heard its pained meeping and curiously approached it. The blood enthralled her, and, muddying her knees, she knelt beside the small creature and reached out to pick it up. Crimson stained her hands as she brought the little bird close to her face, inspecting it with the same excitement that a more normal child would have for a new game system.
Before even she knew it, Toga had bitten into the tweeter, the crack of bone marking the end of its life while announcing the beginning of her own. Sweet coppery blood flowed into her mouth, and down her throat, and it was the most exquisite taste she'd ever encountered. Both the blood, and the death. With childish pride and true happiness swelling in her bosom, she took her prize to the house, eager to show it off to her parents. But... they were horrified by what they saw before them. Their daughter, covered in muck and blood, cradling the corpse of a songbird in her hand, grinning wide with blood-stained teeth. They saw a monster where their sweet little girl once had been, and they... couldn't handle it. Before the day was out, Toga was on her way to an institution for the mentally disturbed.
Years passed while she was subjected to the "treatments" of that clinic. Their methods started out kindly enough, but when those failed... well, they had
other ways of handling problem cases like her. But they couldn't cure her; they only taught her to suppress her feelings. To bottle them up, hide them beneath a smile, and pretend to be just like any other girl. During the day, she fluttered and laughed and played and did everything just the way she was supposed to, but at night, she dreamed of the tortuous ordeals she'd put these people, and her parents, through if she ever got the chance. She hated them all... or almost all. There was one person she didn't hate. A young boy, whose parents had sent him there for pyromania.
She'd watch him when no one else was around, seeing the way his eyes shone whenever he lit something on fire and bite her lip in ecstasy when he'd blacken and blister his fingertips with stolen matches. Toga was in love! He was like her! He loved something that was forbidden, and he loved it in the shadows while pretending not to when they would watch him. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to BE him! And, eventually, she couldn't stand that feeling any longer.
It was the smell that finally attracted the attention of the attendants, around noon of the day of infamy. In a small broom closet in the basement, they found the mangled corpse of the pyromaniac boy. A stolen steak knife lay close to the body, the obvious implement for the uncounted slashes, gouges, and amputations the boy had suffered, screams muffled by the black sock stuffed into his mouth. The air was foul with the stench of decay, and maggots swarmed in the strangely blood-less remains, but what puzzled them most was the fact that the boy had been seen that very morning at breakfast. How could he have been killed so quickly, and more importantly... how could he be THIS rotten in so short a period of time?
They did what anyone would do in that situation: they called the police, then did a full head-count of their employees and charges. Only two people were missing: the dead boy and Toga. Sheltered in the cafeteria, they waited for the police and told them everything they knew. But the police couldn't find Toga, whom everyone assumed was also a victim. They
did find something else though... in one of the bedrooms, they found one of their own policemen, a younger man new to the force. He was dead, a vicious gash giving him a new smile across his throat. And they wondered how he had gotten there, since not long before finding the body, they had seen him heading back out of the building, saying something about checking the perimeter for any signs of escape.
Toga knew it was only a matter of time before they put it all together. She had indulged herself, and soon enough they would all be after her. And she wasn't strong enough to stop them. Not yet, at least, and she cursed herself for not keeping the boy alive longer. She was inexperienced, she knew, and had gotten a bit too... excited in their midnight encounters. She had to get away and find a place where she could hide and, hopefully, be herself without having to worry about angry men with guns coming to exact their revenge. As she passed through the city of Arcadia, she spotted one of the colorful pavilions marking the sign-up booths of the Syntech Corporation. A small smile tugged at her lips as she walked directly towards it. Yeah... that would do.
The next few years were largely uneventful for Toga, aside from the annual murder fest Karl put on. She'd become completely enamored by the stoic viciousness of Jason Voorhees and between that and the safety provided, she decided to stay within the Syntech walls. She made friends with Kevin, though he'd probably argue otherwise, and loved teasing him with physical closeness and snide comments, and with Azula, a contestant in the 2021 Dante's Abyss whom she had bonded with. And, once she had turned eighteen, Toga made sure to have him help her fill out the appropriate paperwork to cement her marriage to her dream man. Karl laughed while he approved it (being the defacto law aboard his space station), and before the day was done, she had become Toga Voorhees.
She might have been happy living just like that, close to her love and her "Papa" (as she liked to call Karl), if not for the death of Kevin in the 2023 Death Games, hosted by that insufferable pretender The Man in Red. The loss of her friend hit Toga hard and even the death of the fake Jason, Michael Myers, did little to quell her grief. So, for the first time in years, she made the decision to leave her new home and venture back out into the world. She only had one friend left... Azula. She hadn't been answering Toga's calls or texts, and (perhaps uncharacteristically) she was worried about the Princess of Azgard. So, stepping onto the teleporter that usually gathered mothballs at this time of year, Toga left Syntech on a quest to spend time with Zoola Bear.
Further Adventures
None yet.
