Post by Tyrant on Oct 2, 2019 3:03:54 GMT
NAME: Yabai Hido
CODE NAME: Tyrant
ALIGNMENT: Villain
TITLE: None yet
AGE: 36
GENDER: Male, he/him pronouns
QUIRK NAME: PRESSURE
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: EMITTER
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Pressure allows Hido to exert, well, pressure over an area. Things and people in that area will feel heavier, and have difficulty doing things - at low pressure, it’s like standing under a cold shower, but at higher pressure it can be like standing beneath a waterfall. Going all out, Hido's Pressure could break windows, pop car tires, crack tree limbs, and collapse a weak roof.
QUIRK POWER LIMIT: Using his quirk requires focus and some physical effort. After more than five minutes of continuous use, Hido will find himself fatigued, and at ten minutes he will develop a crippling headache.
QUIRK TECHNICAL LIMIT: Since Pressure effects an area, using it indoors is risky at best - use it too long or in the wrong spot, and he could bring the whole building down on top of him. He must also be careful not to catch any allies in the area. Additionally, Hido can currently only exert his pressure in an area with about a 20-foot diameter.
QUIRK BARRIER (Students ONLY): N/A
QUIRK FACTOR:
Power 3
Finesse 1
Stamina 1
SUPER MOVE: SUDDEN DROP > By activating and de-activating his Quirk rapidly, Hido can replicate the sensation of intense vertigo in his opponent, disorienting them and throwing them off balance.
COSTUME: RESPIRATOR> Hido’s costume features a helmet that, while hiding his identity, features a respirator to allow him to breathe in bad air conditions (smoke, gas, etc). It does not allow him to breathe underwater or if there is otherwise no breathable air.
EXPERTISE: ESCAPE> Hido has a knack for finding his way out of trouble, even in a chase. His uncanny ability to lose a tail has kept him out of prison this long, so he makes it a point to try and case any target area ahead of time just to get an extra edge.
FLAW: Hido’s got moderate astigmatism, so without his glasses or his helmet’s visor it can be difficult to see detail from any distance further than arm’s length.
APPEARANCE: Hido is around 5’8’’, with broad shoulders. His hair was once a dark brown but has started to go prematurely grey, and is kept relatively short. His civilian attire is mostly functional - tee shirts, jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. His villain costume is informed by the same sense of practicality, but with a more aggressive aesthetic and, of course, his signature helmet.
BACKGROUND:
When Hido was a boy, he had a dog. He named the dog Biscuit and the two went just about everywhere together. They were as close as any boy and his dog could ever be. It didn’t matter that he had hand-me-down clothes that were two sizes too big, or that the fridge was almost always empty, or that his parents were always fighting - he had Biscuit, and that was enough.
Of course, as these things always do, that all went to shit.
It had been a rough couple of days for Hido’s father, who’d been working construction for a housing project in the heart of Tokyo. His father was quirkless, and so he ended up being treated pretty poorly by his coworkers and his supervisor, being given menial tasks and passed over for any sort of promotion or praise. To make matters worse, he’d become the scapegoat for a couple of mishaps around the site. This meant things at home were just as bad, as he took out his frustration on his wife, who wasn’t quirkless, and young Hido, who’s Quirk had not yet manifested.
“You better hope you aren’t like your old man,” he would say, twisting Hido’s earlobe painfully for no real reason, “Otherwise you may as well just jump off a bridge and rid us of the burden.”
Hido hated the way his father treated him and his mother, but as long as he had Biscuit everything would be just fine.
One day Hido came home to find the door wide open and the house uncharacteristically silent. Usually his mother would be playing some kind of music as she worked to keep the house as clean as she could in a vain attempt at staving off her husband’s temper. Usually Biscuit would have run out to greet him. Hido’s heart pounded in his chest. As he crossed the threshold, he felt...heavy.
“Is that you, boy?” his father’s voice from the kitchen, “Come here.”
Hido walked to the kitchen. What he saw there that day will likely never leave him, but I will spare you the details. Instead I will just say that music would no longer play in that house, and everything was no longer going to be just fine.
Rescue workers found Hido in the collapsed ruins of the house a day later. His father had not survived the roof caving in so suddenly.
With no other family willing to take him in, Hido was sent to a childcare facility, where he bounced from foster family to foster family, enduring and inflicting all manner of mundane hardships before he finally landed with an unassuming older couple who were happy to leave him to his own devices in return for the occasional strong back to help around the house. It was here that Hido learned an important lesson: old people are suckers.
Hido attended high school in the sense that he was enrolled, and occasionally could be found on school grounds. But most of the time he was engaged in some delinquency ranging from shoplifting to fighting to scamming tourists. He was certainly getting in with the wrong crowd, and definitely heading down a dark path. But crime was more fun than class, and paid better too. Just before graduation, Hido had been recruited by a small subsidiary family of the Yakuza.
Over the course of the next decade or so, Hido earned a name for himself in the local crime world as a reliable asset and unexpectedly talented enforcer. His Quirk, which he’d figured out had been the cause of his father’s death years prior, made him particularly good at dealing with groups of rival criminals and police alike, and so he was given more and more freedom to act on his own. As he approached his 30th birthday, he was given the opportunity to break out of the rank and file and operate autonomously, acting as a sort of freelancer or consultant when the crime family needed him, but otherwise free to be his own class of criminal.
He’d seen other guys get the same deal and refuse it - or worse, completely fuck it up and have to come crawling back to the Yakuza broke and whipped. Those guys had no conviction, and no direction. No plan. Those with the self-awareness to know it refused the deal. Those who didn’t struck out with the plan of “do crimes”, which could never be enough. But Hido had bigger plans. Knocking over banks, running drugs and guns and protection rackets, those could pay the bills. But none of it meant anything. At the end of the day, he was just like his old man. To avoid that burden, he was going to jump feet-first from normal society.
He was going to fuck up some heroes.
In the six years since, Hido has spent his time gathering resources and information, and building up his hideout. After all, every good crime operation needs a front. The day he opened the doors of his patisserie, looking on that bold-lettered sign that read “BISCUIT”, he knew.
Everything was going to be just fine.
CODE NAME: Tyrant
ALIGNMENT: Villain
TITLE: None yet
AGE: 36
GENDER: Male, he/him pronouns
QUIRK NAME: PRESSURE
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: EMITTER
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Pressure allows Hido to exert, well, pressure over an area. Things and people in that area will feel heavier, and have difficulty doing things - at low pressure, it’s like standing under a cold shower, but at higher pressure it can be like standing beneath a waterfall. Going all out, Hido's Pressure could break windows, pop car tires, crack tree limbs, and collapse a weak roof.
QUIRK POWER LIMIT: Using his quirk requires focus and some physical effort. After more than five minutes of continuous use, Hido will find himself fatigued, and at ten minutes he will develop a crippling headache.
QUIRK TECHNICAL LIMIT: Since Pressure effects an area, using it indoors is risky at best - use it too long or in the wrong spot, and he could bring the whole building down on top of him. He must also be careful not to catch any allies in the area. Additionally, Hido can currently only exert his pressure in an area with about a 20-foot diameter.
QUIRK BARRIER (Students ONLY): N/A
QUIRK FACTOR:
Power 3
Finesse 1
Stamina 1
SUPER MOVE: SUDDEN DROP > By activating and de-activating his Quirk rapidly, Hido can replicate the sensation of intense vertigo in his opponent, disorienting them and throwing them off balance.
COSTUME: RESPIRATOR> Hido’s costume features a helmet that, while hiding his identity, features a respirator to allow him to breathe in bad air conditions (smoke, gas, etc). It does not allow him to breathe underwater or if there is otherwise no breathable air.
EXPERTISE: ESCAPE> Hido has a knack for finding his way out of trouble, even in a chase. His uncanny ability to lose a tail has kept him out of prison this long, so he makes it a point to try and case any target area ahead of time just to get an extra edge.
FLAW: Hido’s got moderate astigmatism, so without his glasses or his helmet’s visor it can be difficult to see detail from any distance further than arm’s length.
APPEARANCE: Hido is around 5’8’’, with broad shoulders. His hair was once a dark brown but has started to go prematurely grey, and is kept relatively short. His civilian attire is mostly functional - tee shirts, jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. His villain costume is informed by the same sense of practicality, but with a more aggressive aesthetic and, of course, his signature helmet.
BACKGROUND:
When Hido was a boy, he had a dog. He named the dog Biscuit and the two went just about everywhere together. They were as close as any boy and his dog could ever be. It didn’t matter that he had hand-me-down clothes that were two sizes too big, or that the fridge was almost always empty, or that his parents were always fighting - he had Biscuit, and that was enough.
Of course, as these things always do, that all went to shit.
It had been a rough couple of days for Hido’s father, who’d been working construction for a housing project in the heart of Tokyo. His father was quirkless, and so he ended up being treated pretty poorly by his coworkers and his supervisor, being given menial tasks and passed over for any sort of promotion or praise. To make matters worse, he’d become the scapegoat for a couple of mishaps around the site. This meant things at home were just as bad, as he took out his frustration on his wife, who wasn’t quirkless, and young Hido, who’s Quirk had not yet manifested.
“You better hope you aren’t like your old man,” he would say, twisting Hido’s earlobe painfully for no real reason, “Otherwise you may as well just jump off a bridge and rid us of the burden.”
Hido hated the way his father treated him and his mother, but as long as he had Biscuit everything would be just fine.
One day Hido came home to find the door wide open and the house uncharacteristically silent. Usually his mother would be playing some kind of music as she worked to keep the house as clean as she could in a vain attempt at staving off her husband’s temper. Usually Biscuit would have run out to greet him. Hido’s heart pounded in his chest. As he crossed the threshold, he felt...heavy.
“Is that you, boy?” his father’s voice from the kitchen, “Come here.”
Hido walked to the kitchen. What he saw there that day will likely never leave him, but I will spare you the details. Instead I will just say that music would no longer play in that house, and everything was no longer going to be just fine.
Rescue workers found Hido in the collapsed ruins of the house a day later. His father had not survived the roof caving in so suddenly.
With no other family willing to take him in, Hido was sent to a childcare facility, where he bounced from foster family to foster family, enduring and inflicting all manner of mundane hardships before he finally landed with an unassuming older couple who were happy to leave him to his own devices in return for the occasional strong back to help around the house. It was here that Hido learned an important lesson: old people are suckers.
Hido attended high school in the sense that he was enrolled, and occasionally could be found on school grounds. But most of the time he was engaged in some delinquency ranging from shoplifting to fighting to scamming tourists. He was certainly getting in with the wrong crowd, and definitely heading down a dark path. But crime was more fun than class, and paid better too. Just before graduation, Hido had been recruited by a small subsidiary family of the Yakuza.
Over the course of the next decade or so, Hido earned a name for himself in the local crime world as a reliable asset and unexpectedly talented enforcer. His Quirk, which he’d figured out had been the cause of his father’s death years prior, made him particularly good at dealing with groups of rival criminals and police alike, and so he was given more and more freedom to act on his own. As he approached his 30th birthday, he was given the opportunity to break out of the rank and file and operate autonomously, acting as a sort of freelancer or consultant when the crime family needed him, but otherwise free to be his own class of criminal.
He’d seen other guys get the same deal and refuse it - or worse, completely fuck it up and have to come crawling back to the Yakuza broke and whipped. Those guys had no conviction, and no direction. No plan. Those with the self-awareness to know it refused the deal. Those who didn’t struck out with the plan of “do crimes”, which could never be enough. But Hido had bigger plans. Knocking over banks, running drugs and guns and protection rackets, those could pay the bills. But none of it meant anything. At the end of the day, he was just like his old man. To avoid that burden, he was going to jump feet-first from normal society.
He was going to fuck up some heroes.
In the six years since, Hido has spent his time gathering resources and information, and building up his hideout. After all, every good crime operation needs a front. The day he opened the doors of his patisserie, looking on that bold-lettered sign that read “BISCUIT”, he knew.
Everything was going to be just fine.
