Post by Crackdown on Oct 4, 2019 13:41:27 GMT
NAME: Oshiro Hiraku or Tadori Miyu
CODE NAME: Crackdown
ALIGNMENT: Vigilante
TITLE: N/A
AGE: 35
GENDER: Male
QUIRK NAME: N/A
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: QUIRKLESS
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: N/A
COSTUME: KEVLAR PADDING > A basic, mobile set of kevlar padding; elbow, kneepads, helmet, and a matching vest with stab collar are worn with his costume.
EXPERTISE
APPEARANCE: Hiraku, as a Quirkless, has built himself into a state of perfect athletic balance; at 5'10", his muscles are lean but packed, making him appear fit but easily able to blend in among a crowd. A brown mohawk with purple faded sides keeps his hair short and gives a good look at his above-average handsomeness, purple eyes, and sharp jawline. Scars litter his chest and arms randomly and in different sources, the types easily identifiable: stab wounds, slash scars, burn wounds, off-colored patches from long-term bruising.
When he isn't "on the clock", Hiraku wears his office attire and day-to-day clothes. A button-down, long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks. Hiraku often wears matching set of brown shoes, belt, and tie. In colder months, he will merely add a black coat over his attire.
In his costume and "on the clock", however, Hiraku transforms. A black skintight suit with ample room for moving to prevent chafing worn beneath a set of foreign-made ballistic kevlar gear, each piece of his armor sprayed blue with white stars falling or shooting across it. A black balaclava is worn under his helmet and a shemagh is worn around that to help conceal the helmet's straps and further hide his identity. And, of course, is a reflected red visor attached to the helmet to hide his eyes. He wears a set of red gloves and boots accented with white and blue.
BACKGROUND: Hiraku's life has been long and hard, far beyond that of a normal Quirkless, particularly thanks to his Oshiro name. He was born as the youngest of his family to the second wife of Daichi Oshiro. At the time, his father had been trying to build a dynasty and create strong Quirks. Unfortunately, a Quirkless son had been nothing of the sort. Merely for being born, Hiraku caused untold grief in the household. His mother producing a Quirkless child ensured that Daichi distanced himself from her and sought a new wife. His only sibling despised him and distanced themselves for the grief he caused and attached to their name. He was only a few years younger but this meant that in the harsh household, Hiraku had no allies. Servants in the household aided him more than the family tried, including his mother, and drove the poor child into isolation.
And for a long time, his life was seeking attention; Hiraku desperately tried to prove his worth through reading and creating gadgets for his family. None of it inspired his father nor sibling to look his way. But when he tried to spread this knowledge, he was kept away; none of Daichi's favorites were to be "tainted" by weakness. The life of a Quirkless Oshiro wasn't the life of any Oshiro. At the age of six, after creating things far beyond his years, the distraught Hiraku failed for yet another time to merely get to speak to his father. All the harshness of their actions perhaps had been orchestrated knowingly... but it drew him to the only conclusion he could to try and escape: to run away.
Far more intelligent than most children his age, however, this worked. The young boy fled the household and everything he knew, hiding out in the trunk of a car that had broken down one day. They took off and ferried him away from the household and beyond southern Japan. Whenever the car stopped, he escaped the trunk and ran to find a new car. This hopping was erratic and the options for how he endured was harsh; sometimes he was cramped and other times he went hungry or thirsty from particularly long drives. Going back had been something he couldn't fathom, as it would always hold his mother and sibling back while giving him nothing more than Daichi's disgust and disavowing.
Yet before he knew it, the car he was in stopped and when he popped out, Hiraku wasn't at some gas station or on a road.
He was in a home, facing two worried adults. Every bone in Hiraku went stiff and his body stopped, knowing that if he didn't choose wisely, they would send him back home. Begging and clutching them, he told them that he was an orphan. Hiraku lied in fear from many sources, unknowingly setting himself up for a new life.
The family he joined after this gave him a new name to use: Tadori Miyo. The young parents had a single daughter about his age, Natsumi, and were immigrants from Thailand who came to Japan for work and chose to migrate to the country when their daughter was born on the trip. Natsumi had so far lived a simple life but one of persecution, whilst Hiraku - Miyo - was tasked to help care for her. In exchange, they would home-school him and keep him safe. The offer was something most children might have seen as a time to bail, to tell the truth. Hiraku agreed.
And for the next few years, he lived a much better life. The two treated him as an adopted son and he was given a lot of freedom he had merely dreamed of back home. He took Muay Thai lessons from his dad after finishing his schoolwork in the day. When he was around sixteen and Natsumi was fourteen, he began walking with her. The locals knew him by Miyo and his life had steadily been going great; the occasional bully tried to harass Natsumi only to face his fists. It was the life of protecting someone against injustice, against the things that had defined him. But as Natsumi grew older, the bullies coming for her did too. Their quirks began turning the one-sided knockouts into brawls; Hiraku never lost but always paid for it with cuts, bruises, and burns.
When he turned eighteen, his adopted father told him to stop going altogether. Hiraku was confused by this as it had been part of their deal; he deflated when Natsumi's father declared the deal broken. Both of the parents couldn't take seeing him destroy his body just to stop some bullies; their daughter's quirk had begun better strengthening to the point she was going to become a hero. Neither of them wanted Hiraku to keep ruining his body against potential heroes and had a new goal for him. The father granted him saved up funds that would have been used if Natsumi hadn't opted for Hero Schooling.
Hiraku was ordered to see the world and return when Natsumi was older; he wanted to marry the pair. The young man - who had always thought of Natsumi as a sister - understood immediately why they had taken him in. He was certainly of Japanese ancestry and could help reinforce their bloodline. Natsumi would be socially protected. They had used him under the guise of caring for him. A young man without any true options than to repeat his roaming, he agreed and took the money. He was told to return in a few years' time but he had no intent on doing so. That money helped him smuggle himself aboard an illegal flight out of Japan and away to Mainland Asia.
For the entirety of his twenties, the name Tadori Miyu danced across Muay Thai circuits in Thailand. The Quirkless Foreigner they called him, each of his matches always resulting in slugging matches. He fought the Quirkless and the Quirk-bearing, adding to his fight history and toughening his body. Fake documents eventually became official ones with enough bribery, fixed fights, and skulduggery. In time, enemies in the underground fighting leagues drove him back home. But Tadori Miyu in Japan felt so strange by the end of his twenties; at the age of 29, he returned to that same home he had sworn away. But when he entered the home, the family was distraught; Natsumi had been abducted the week before in a battle against villains. Hiraku shouldn't have felt anything after all the horrible things he had done to survive. He shouldn't have cared for the two scum who saw him only as a pawn. They had no anger at him for running off with their money, however; they shed tears for a daughter they had lost.
Hiraku told them he would bring her back and he did. His connections to the darker side of the world netted him an illegal set of body armor - potentially stolen from some Hero's costume - and a gun. It wasn't much but running through the streets of Thailand from muggers and crooks had taught him that even with very little he could take on unfathomable odds. After a month of searching, beating, and interrogating criminals who openly associated with the villain and knew of him, Hiraku tracked down their hideout. Natsumi was still imprisoned and on the verge of death. She had grown up so much that the time apart made Hiraku realize how little he truly looked at her as a sister. If her parents hadn't been his family, then she wasn't his sister. In that warehouse, he discovered his own fondness for her was more than some family bond. Even though they hadn't planned it, Hiraku loved her... which made him all the angrier as the villain stalked over with a stun baton and struck her.
Hiraku leaped into action and fired, he struck the man with only one bullet before a blade of ice smashed into his vest and sent him crashing into a wall. The difference of someone who merely has a quirk and knowing how to fight with it became so obvious it hurt; the villain stalked closer and laughed, readying another between his fingers.
"Do you even have a Quirk?"
Natsumi looked over at the pair, her pained eyes flickering with recognition just as Hiraku's eyes darkened with long-bottled anger. All the years of his early childhood being belittled, mistreated and discarded all came erupting out in the form of an unstoppable trauma. He threw the gun at the man to make him throw the new blade... only to storm in and begin beating him. The villain tried to call for help but a head kick knocked him out; this might have been the point most people stopped, but his quirk remaining active tricked Hiraku into thinking he was still trying to fight. Hiraku kept hitting until his fists and knuckles bloodied and the man's breathing went shallow.
Natsumi was rescued and she called it in. The story she pitched them was that she broke free when the villains began in-fighting. Hiraku had hidden out for the next few days until she was released, meeting up with Natsumi at her house. Her parents were completely shocked when they heard the truth, both of them immediately requesting Hiraku to marry their daughter. His only condition was that she would take on his old family name.
And from then on their life took a much more gentle turn. Natsumi and Hiraku had a child and both of them changed their legal names to Tadori. Tadori Miyu wasn't connected to Daichi but Natsumi supported avoiding his true name. She insisted that he remain silent about his ancestry until she became more famous; when that day came, they could reveal his true name and pursue birth records. Hiraku reluctantly agreed. She would continue being a hero while he took care of their daughter, Sakurako. The pair of them moved to Musutafu so his wife could join a better Agency and their child would have a better education.
Yet it was only in the most recent years that the restlessness returned to Hiraku in a new form. All the years he had spent fighting to earn a living and protecting Natsumi had changed him; he wanted to feel that same satisfaction from keeping Natsumi safe. She had covered for him so that he wouldn't be jailed, but the only way he could go and grab a hero license would be to use either his new legal name or his true name. While Daichi had buried him from being a story in the papers, his mother may still be out there. Exposing his true name would spark the controversy too early before they could ensure the old man's downfall. Not to mention he had heard rumors of a young hero trying to track anyone down who was connected. It was most likely either his full or half-siblings... but they couldn't find him unless his wife had heard wind of the rumor. Nor could he follow-up on something like that. If he were to walk in and tell someone he was their family member without any proof beyond his word, why would they believe him?
He had a simple, part-time job every once in a while. Hiraku had become a normal face in his new neighborhood and was becoming a pillar people relied on. He had enough friends to get babysitters for his daughter... and enough to cover for him from his wife. He made himself a suit, acquired a few more pieces of gear to go with his old vest, and completed a costume. Being a hero might have been a fantasy of his long-ago but someone without a quirk never would have stood a chance. Not with his family. But a little vigilantism would keep him fit, keep his senses sharp, and give him a way to help on a smaller scale. Keeping himself anonymous was vital to protect his family... so he needed a new name. Given what he'd be doing to crime, it came to him with some ease: Crackdown.
CODE NAME: Crackdown
ALIGNMENT: Vigilante
TITLE: N/A
AGE: 35
GENDER: Male
QUIRK NAME: N/A
QUIRK CLASSIFICATION: QUIRKLESS
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: N/A
COSTUME: KEVLAR PADDING > A basic, mobile set of kevlar padding; elbow, kneepads, helmet, and a matching vest with stab collar are worn with his costume.
EXPERTISE
- INVENTOR > Without a quirk of his own and acting as a vigilante, Hiraku often relies on inventions or gadgets. In his younger years he created smaller gadgets but now he maintains and creates equipment within his means that can't be ordered.
- MARTIAL ARTIST, MUAY THAI > Hiraku trained in Muay Thai for many reasons across his entire life, granting him an exceptionally fierce close-range fighting prowess.
- UNDERGROUND LIFESTYLE > From high-stamina and throwing illegal blows, Hiraku spent much of his life fighting and running in underground fighting leagues as well as legal ones. He's used to running away and has the knowledge to contact and communicate with less-than-ideal information brokers or smugglers.
APPEARANCE: Hiraku, as a Quirkless, has built himself into a state of perfect athletic balance; at 5'10", his muscles are lean but packed, making him appear fit but easily able to blend in among a crowd. A brown mohawk with purple faded sides keeps his hair short and gives a good look at his above-average handsomeness, purple eyes, and sharp jawline. Scars litter his chest and arms randomly and in different sources, the types easily identifiable: stab wounds, slash scars, burn wounds, off-colored patches from long-term bruising.
When he isn't "on the clock", Hiraku wears his office attire and day-to-day clothes. A button-down, long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks. Hiraku often wears matching set of brown shoes, belt, and tie. In colder months, he will merely add a black coat over his attire.
In his costume and "on the clock", however, Hiraku transforms. A black skintight suit with ample room for moving to prevent chafing worn beneath a set of foreign-made ballistic kevlar gear, each piece of his armor sprayed blue with white stars falling or shooting across it. A black balaclava is worn under his helmet and a shemagh is worn around that to help conceal the helmet's straps and further hide his identity. And, of course, is a reflected red visor attached to the helmet to hide his eyes. He wears a set of red gloves and boots accented with white and blue.
BACKGROUND: Hiraku's life has been long and hard, far beyond that of a normal Quirkless, particularly thanks to his Oshiro name. He was born as the youngest of his family to the second wife of Daichi Oshiro. At the time, his father had been trying to build a dynasty and create strong Quirks. Unfortunately, a Quirkless son had been nothing of the sort. Merely for being born, Hiraku caused untold grief in the household. His mother producing a Quirkless child ensured that Daichi distanced himself from her and sought a new wife. His only sibling despised him and distanced themselves for the grief he caused and attached to their name. He was only a few years younger but this meant that in the harsh household, Hiraku had no allies. Servants in the household aided him more than the family tried, including his mother, and drove the poor child into isolation.
And for a long time, his life was seeking attention; Hiraku desperately tried to prove his worth through reading and creating gadgets for his family. None of it inspired his father nor sibling to look his way. But when he tried to spread this knowledge, he was kept away; none of Daichi's favorites were to be "tainted" by weakness. The life of a Quirkless Oshiro wasn't the life of any Oshiro. At the age of six, after creating things far beyond his years, the distraught Hiraku failed for yet another time to merely get to speak to his father. All the harshness of their actions perhaps had been orchestrated knowingly... but it drew him to the only conclusion he could to try and escape: to run away.
Far more intelligent than most children his age, however, this worked. The young boy fled the household and everything he knew, hiding out in the trunk of a car that had broken down one day. They took off and ferried him away from the household and beyond southern Japan. Whenever the car stopped, he escaped the trunk and ran to find a new car. This hopping was erratic and the options for how he endured was harsh; sometimes he was cramped and other times he went hungry or thirsty from particularly long drives. Going back had been something he couldn't fathom, as it would always hold his mother and sibling back while giving him nothing more than Daichi's disgust and disavowing.
Yet before he knew it, the car he was in stopped and when he popped out, Hiraku wasn't at some gas station or on a road.
He was in a home, facing two worried adults. Every bone in Hiraku went stiff and his body stopped, knowing that if he didn't choose wisely, they would send him back home. Begging and clutching them, he told them that he was an orphan. Hiraku lied in fear from many sources, unknowingly setting himself up for a new life.
The family he joined after this gave him a new name to use: Tadori Miyo. The young parents had a single daughter about his age, Natsumi, and were immigrants from Thailand who came to Japan for work and chose to migrate to the country when their daughter was born on the trip. Natsumi had so far lived a simple life but one of persecution, whilst Hiraku - Miyo - was tasked to help care for her. In exchange, they would home-school him and keep him safe. The offer was something most children might have seen as a time to bail, to tell the truth. Hiraku agreed.
And for the next few years, he lived a much better life. The two treated him as an adopted son and he was given a lot of freedom he had merely dreamed of back home. He took Muay Thai lessons from his dad after finishing his schoolwork in the day. When he was around sixteen and Natsumi was fourteen, he began walking with her. The locals knew him by Miyo and his life had steadily been going great; the occasional bully tried to harass Natsumi only to face his fists. It was the life of protecting someone against injustice, against the things that had defined him. But as Natsumi grew older, the bullies coming for her did too. Their quirks began turning the one-sided knockouts into brawls; Hiraku never lost but always paid for it with cuts, bruises, and burns.
When he turned eighteen, his adopted father told him to stop going altogether. Hiraku was confused by this as it had been part of their deal; he deflated when Natsumi's father declared the deal broken. Both of the parents couldn't take seeing him destroy his body just to stop some bullies; their daughter's quirk had begun better strengthening to the point she was going to become a hero. Neither of them wanted Hiraku to keep ruining his body against potential heroes and had a new goal for him. The father granted him saved up funds that would have been used if Natsumi hadn't opted for Hero Schooling.
Hiraku was ordered to see the world and return when Natsumi was older; he wanted to marry the pair. The young man - who had always thought of Natsumi as a sister - understood immediately why they had taken him in. He was certainly of Japanese ancestry and could help reinforce their bloodline. Natsumi would be socially protected. They had used him under the guise of caring for him. A young man without any true options than to repeat his roaming, he agreed and took the money. He was told to return in a few years' time but he had no intent on doing so. That money helped him smuggle himself aboard an illegal flight out of Japan and away to Mainland Asia.
For the entirety of his twenties, the name Tadori Miyu danced across Muay Thai circuits in Thailand. The Quirkless Foreigner they called him, each of his matches always resulting in slugging matches. He fought the Quirkless and the Quirk-bearing, adding to his fight history and toughening his body. Fake documents eventually became official ones with enough bribery, fixed fights, and skulduggery. In time, enemies in the underground fighting leagues drove him back home. But Tadori Miyu in Japan felt so strange by the end of his twenties; at the age of 29, he returned to that same home he had sworn away. But when he entered the home, the family was distraught; Natsumi had been abducted the week before in a battle against villains. Hiraku shouldn't have felt anything after all the horrible things he had done to survive. He shouldn't have cared for the two scum who saw him only as a pawn. They had no anger at him for running off with their money, however; they shed tears for a daughter they had lost.
Hiraku told them he would bring her back and he did. His connections to the darker side of the world netted him an illegal set of body armor - potentially stolen from some Hero's costume - and a gun. It wasn't much but running through the streets of Thailand from muggers and crooks had taught him that even with very little he could take on unfathomable odds. After a month of searching, beating, and interrogating criminals who openly associated with the villain and knew of him, Hiraku tracked down their hideout. Natsumi was still imprisoned and on the verge of death. She had grown up so much that the time apart made Hiraku realize how little he truly looked at her as a sister. If her parents hadn't been his family, then she wasn't his sister. In that warehouse, he discovered his own fondness for her was more than some family bond. Even though they hadn't planned it, Hiraku loved her... which made him all the angrier as the villain stalked over with a stun baton and struck her.
Hiraku leaped into action and fired, he struck the man with only one bullet before a blade of ice smashed into his vest and sent him crashing into a wall. The difference of someone who merely has a quirk and knowing how to fight with it became so obvious it hurt; the villain stalked closer and laughed, readying another between his fingers.
"Do you even have a Quirk?"
Natsumi looked over at the pair, her pained eyes flickering with recognition just as Hiraku's eyes darkened with long-bottled anger. All the years of his early childhood being belittled, mistreated and discarded all came erupting out in the form of an unstoppable trauma. He threw the gun at the man to make him throw the new blade... only to storm in and begin beating him. The villain tried to call for help but a head kick knocked him out; this might have been the point most people stopped, but his quirk remaining active tricked Hiraku into thinking he was still trying to fight. Hiraku kept hitting until his fists and knuckles bloodied and the man's breathing went shallow.
Natsumi was rescued and she called it in. The story she pitched them was that she broke free when the villains began in-fighting. Hiraku had hidden out for the next few days until she was released, meeting up with Natsumi at her house. Her parents were completely shocked when they heard the truth, both of them immediately requesting Hiraku to marry their daughter. His only condition was that she would take on his old family name.
And from then on their life took a much more gentle turn. Natsumi and Hiraku had a child and both of them changed their legal names to Tadori. Tadori Miyu wasn't connected to Daichi but Natsumi supported avoiding his true name. She insisted that he remain silent about his ancestry until she became more famous; when that day came, they could reveal his true name and pursue birth records. Hiraku reluctantly agreed. She would continue being a hero while he took care of their daughter, Sakurako. The pair of them moved to Musutafu so his wife could join a better Agency and their child would have a better education.
Yet it was only in the most recent years that the restlessness returned to Hiraku in a new form. All the years he had spent fighting to earn a living and protecting Natsumi had changed him; he wanted to feel that same satisfaction from keeping Natsumi safe. She had covered for him so that he wouldn't be jailed, but the only way he could go and grab a hero license would be to use either his new legal name or his true name. While Daichi had buried him from being a story in the papers, his mother may still be out there. Exposing his true name would spark the controversy too early before they could ensure the old man's downfall. Not to mention he had heard rumors of a young hero trying to track anyone down who was connected. It was most likely either his full or half-siblings... but they couldn't find him unless his wife had heard wind of the rumor. Nor could he follow-up on something like that. If he were to walk in and tell someone he was their family member without any proof beyond his word, why would they believe him?
He had a simple, part-time job every once in a while. Hiraku had become a normal face in his new neighborhood and was becoming a pillar people relied on. He had enough friends to get babysitters for his daughter... and enough to cover for him from his wife. He made himself a suit, acquired a few more pieces of gear to go with his old vest, and completed a costume. Being a hero might have been a fantasy of his long-ago but someone without a quirk never would have stood a chance. Not with his family. But a little vigilantism would keep him fit, keep his senses sharp, and give him a way to help on a smaller scale. Keeping himself anonymous was vital to protect his family... so he needed a new name. Given what he'd be doing to crime, it came to him with some ease: Crackdown.
