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My Not so Heroic Academia a.k.a. Truly Villainous

Vitaliy

Name: Vitaliy Takanashi - "Entomos"

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance:

My Hider

Personality: Vitaliy is exceedingly vain and incredibly arrogant. He views himself with complete and pure pride. He is fond of running his mouth about those around him, easily turning cruel and vindictive if he spots a mental weak spot which he feels he can exploit. Building on this, he is very easy to anger, the smallest slight against him perceived as an attack on his entire being. He is extremely committed to a crime once he decides to carry it out, and derives great pleasure from its completion. He doesn't exactly gain satisfaction from causing people pain directly, but he delights in leaving mental scars, people talking about him after the act.

Background: Vitaliy is half Japanese and half Ukrainian. His father was a minor Japanese bureaucrat, who met his mother while accompanying a Japanese minister on a diplomatic trip to Kiev. His father eventually moved to the city to be with his mother, and Vitaliy spent the formative years of his childhood in an elegant apartment overlooking a park in Kiev's city center. Certainly a privileged upbringing, with parents who consistently doted on him and provided him with only the best.

His quirk manifested fairly early on, and he immediately found a penchant for mischief, using it to pull pranks, some of which were decidedly cruel - a particularly large cockroach shooting up the neck of a particularly squeamish girl, burrowing itself into her frizzy hair. Vitaliy adored the feeling of his classmates looking at him with rage or fear whenever he stepped onto the playground. However, soon others quirks began to manifest and he found himself needing more and more extreme material each time.

This happened to coincide with the breaking point of his parents marriage issues - which culminated in a divorce, and his father whisking him away to Japan. Life here was not so privileged, as his father had quit his bureaucrat role in order to move to Ukraine in the first place. Vitaliy resented his father for pulling him out of his privileged life. He began to fall in with the wrong sorts of people, as his quirk grew in strength as he got older.

The first time a crime he committed made the local news, Vitaliy was positively thrilled. He began to try and up his game, to experience that feeling again. He left home after a heated argument with his father, where calling the police was used as a threat. Vitaliy never saw his father again after that, and he didn't really care. He used his quirk to steal things to make himself appear privileged, selling things he stole on the black market. He became faux-wealthy eventually.

He soon turned his attention back to crime, and has been committing a spree of random crimes across his area in order to try and stamp his mark and his legacy on it.

Aspiration: Vitaliy has one clear goal - recognition. He wants to leave a legacy, for his crimes to embed themselves in the public conscious, where they will never be forgotten. He wants his name plasted throughout the media, people to talk about him for years to come. Whether that's through dismantling the system, or burning out in a truly horrific or memorable crime doesn't really matter.

Strength & Weakness: Strengths:
-Thanks to his privileged upbringing with a fine education, Vitaliy is a quick learner and a very adept criminal mind
-His quirk can provide extremely effective distractions or be very dangerous in its own right, depending on the species used
-His commitment to criminal acts, and his capacity for sheer malice mean that very few acts turn out as failures - so far.

Weaknesses
-As his quirk never really called for it, Vitaliy is not at all adept at hand to hand combat or battles of pure strength
-His quick to anger nature and vanity can lead to instability and infighting if somebody slights him
-As he gained his moderate wealth himself, he has a lack of connections to criminal underworlds, having totally broken ties with his old gangs

Quirk: Volukinesis - Vitaliy has the ability to control insects. He can make them form into great swarms, them becoming completely under his control as a collective. It is important to note that this power only applies to insects - not arachnids like spiders, or millipedes or centipedes etc.

Skills/Talents:
-Vitaliy is an extremely adept problem solver, easily being able to think outside of the box
-He can speak 4 languages - Ukrainian, Japanese Russian and English, in descending order of fluency - although Ukrainian and Japanese are virtually at the same level
-He is a fair shot, having taken firearm classes in his youth

Inventory: His apartment a lot of things. Perhaps the most relevant are:
-His villain outfit - a modified formal suit with insectoid legs and other features creepily worked into the design
-A small collection of some very dangerous insects, which serve as a form of home energy defence system
-A modest collection of firearms

My Not so Heroic Academia a.k.a. Truly Villainous

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California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

Oh crap, didn't realise this suddenly jolted back to life, will try and get something up tomorrow

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

18th March, 1997

The young man was only 19 years old. He had fallen into crime at a young age. Growing up to a poorer family in LA, that would sometimes seem inevitable. But his latest foray into unsavoury activity would turn out to be a grave mistake. A few nights ago he had cornered what seemed to be a regular old man, walking down a seedy street on his own in the middle of the night. The young boy had pulled a gun on him, taken his wallet then disappeared into the night, happy with his crime. That old man, however, while retired, nonetheless had a very shady past to say the least, and was very well connected - but most importantly, a fiery and ruthless temper. So someone was on their way.

Álvaro leaned his head to the door, hearing for noise within. The TV was turned up extremely and scarce else could be heard from within the run down apartment. Methodically, he picked open the lock, before creeping inside. The sound of the television masked his footsteps, and before long he was directly behind the old man. Pulling out a handgun, Álvaro suddenly brought it to the side of the man's head and fired without hesitation. He slumped down, and Álvaro placed the gun in the now deceased man's hand with his own gloved ones. After searching for the old man's wallet and finding it, he left.

"It's done."

The call was swift, and Álvaro tossed his gloves in the back seat - they would need to be burned later - before getting into his car and driving away from his most recent assignment. It was a relatively cool spring afternoon in Los Angeles and Álvaro enjoyed the car ride - or perhaps he enjoyed it because he knew that payment awaited at the end.

As he drove along he couldn't help but notice a considerable slowing of the traffic. But that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. This was LA, after all, the city of traffic. The thing that suddenly became unusual was the loud thundering of a helicopter over head. Álvaro glanced out of his window. A news copter. He glanced back at the gloves. No, of course not. The kid was just some low life.

A large clump of cars rapidly coming closer up ahead was in a complete standstill, beyond them, he could see the flashing lights of the police. He wasn't going anywhere now, certainly not towards his payment. Álvaro sighed. The police holding shit up for their little theatrics again. He got out of his car and walked up to the gathering crowd. A more chaotic scene awaited his eyes than he expected. Much more cops, all of whom looked vaguely uneasy. Not regular nerves, just general unease.

A large cop, one with striking blonde hair caught his eye for a a moment before Álvaro looked past him to try and find somewhere to squeeze his car by. He eventually spotted it and slipped away from the murmuring crowd. He could get enough information on what happened from the news, anyway.

The hired gun got in his car and squeezed the car down a small road running parallel to the scene. A green SUV surrounded by cops was all he caught sight of before he continued down and away from the scene. Payment was finally back on the way.

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

Álvaro Gallont

Name: Álvaro Gallont

Age: 38

Occupation/Affiliation: Hired gun - bounty hunter/hitman/mercenary - depends on who's hiring and the price.

Physical Description: Álvaro is undoubtedly an imposing figure. Standing at 6'3 and broad, he is easily intimidating to those of a lesser stature or those who are less confident in it. His general appearance almost seems aged beyond his true years - a consequence of his rather stressful life. He bears a number of scars and wounds - a bullet wound from his military trainer, a slice from a knife down his arm from a dying Maya guerilla's last ditch effort. He never wears anything flashy due to his profession, blending into the crowd as best he can.

History: In 1959, an adventurous American backpacker making his way down from the tip of Alaska to Tierra Del Fuego in Argentina stopped off in a small village in Guatemala. There, he ended up spending the night with a pretty young Guatemalan woman who barely spoke a word of English. The next day he was gone, continuing on his journey. Nine months later, that young woman gave birth to their child - Álvaro Gallont. Life was not easy from the start. Life in a poor village under the corrupt leadership of the military junta was not easy, especially for a woman raising a child who was shunned by the community.

However, things would only get worse. In 1960, the Guatemalan Civil War broke out across the country as leftist protesters attempted to remove the conservative military junta. Throughout his early childhood, Álvaro would move around, from makeshift school to makeshift school as the fighting worked its way across the country. With war comes scenes of violence and suffering, atrocities that the young boy would get used to and become desensitised to as he grew older. Of course, with such an upbringing one inevitably finds themselves turning to less savoury activity. From the age of 14 onwards he found himself helping to bring arms to different government supporting militia.

Álvaro quickly found he had an affinity for guerilla warfare and fighting. His apathy and lack of mercy in the moment of ending and life made him a useful asset, especially for a military junta in fighting against those with equally as guerilla skills. Álvaro killed his first man at the age of 17 - nobody major, just a single guerilla fighter who had attempted to grenade the truck of guns he was driving in. Ultimately, at age 19, Álvaro was selected for the relatively fledgling Kaibiles - The Guatemalan government's counter insurgency force.

The training for the Kaibiles was extremely brutal. Most nights were sleepless, in sweltering jungle conditions. Recruits were forced to kill animals and eat them raw. They were shot and made to performance surgery on themselves. They were also given basic education if they didn't have it already, such as learning and becoming fluent in English. But all of that was successful, and Álvaro was turned into a perfect guerilla soldier, just as the junta wanted. He went on to participate in numerous acts of cruelty against the leftist protesters and those areas that supported them - that's just what the Kaibiles did.

However, by the late 1980s, it was clear that the junta was falling and the tide was turning. Álvaro fled to Mexico in order to avoid any repercussions that might occur after the civil war ended. He became a hired gun there, mainly working in affiliation with the Juárez Cartel near the Texas border. Perhaps luckily for him, he mainly worked as a local enforcer, chasing down those who owed the cartel money or defied them. But this arrangement would not last either, as despite his obedience during the Guatemalan Civil War, Álvaro now craved freedom. He crossed the border to the US in 1995.

Now the mercenary finds himself based in Los Angeles, hiring out his services to whoever can pay. And with the state that LA is in, there is certainly no shortage of work available. He is currently wanted by both the US police and for potential trial by the new Guatemalan government.

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

Álvaro Gallont

Name: Álvaro Gallont

Age: 38

Occupation/Affiliation: Hired gun - bounty hunter/hitman/mercenary - depends on who's hiring and the price.

Physical Description: Álvaro is undoubtedly an imposing figure. Standing at 6'3 and broad, he is easily intimidating to those of a lesser stature or those who are less confident in it. His general appearance almost seems aged beyond his true years - a consequence of his rather stressful life. He bears a number of scars and wounds - a bullet wound from his military trainer, a slice from a knife down his arm from a dying Maya guerilla's last ditch effort. He never wears anything flashy due to his profession, blending into the crowd as best he can.

History: In 1959, an adventurous American backpacker making his way down from the tip of Alaska to Tierra Del Fuego in Argentina stopped off in a small village in Guatemala. There, he ended up spending the night with a pretty young Guatemalan woman who barely spoke a word of English. The next day he was gone, continuing on his journey. Nine months later, that young woman gave birth to their child - Álvaro Gallont. Life was not easy from the start. Life in a poor village under the corrupt leadership of the military junta was not easy, especially for a woman raising a child who was shunned by the community.

However, things would only get worse. In 1960, the Guatemalan Civil War broke out across the country as leftist protesters attempted to remove the conservative military junta. Throughout his early childhood, Álvaro would move around, from makeshift school to makeshift school as the fighting worked its way across the country. With war comes scenes of violence and suffering, atrocities that the young boy would get used to and become desensitised to as he grew older. Of course, with such an upbringing one inevitably finds themselves turning to less savoury activity. From the age of 14 onwards he found himself helping to bring arms to different government supporting militia.

Álvaro quickly found he had an affinity for guerilla warfare and fighting. His apathy and lack of mercy in the moment of ending and life made him a useful asset, especially for a military junta in fighting against those with equally as guerilla skills. Álvaro killed his first man at the age of 17 - nobody major, just a single guerilla fighter who had attempted to grenade the truck of guns he was driving in. Ultimately, at age 19, Álvaro was selected for the relatively fledgling Kaibiles - The Guatemalan government's counter insurgency force.

The training for the Kaibiles was extremely brutal. Most nights were sleepless, in sweltering jungle conditions. Recruits were forced to kill animals and eat them raw. They were shot and made to performance surgery on themselves. They were also given basic education if they didn't have it already, such as learning and becoming fluent in English. But all of that was successful, and Álvaro was turned into a perfect guerilla soldier, just as the junta wanted. He went on to participate in numerous acts of cruelty against the leftist protesters and those areas that supported them - that's just what the Kaibiles did.

However, by the late 1980s, it was clear that the junta was falling and the tide was turning. Álvaro fled to Mexico in order to avoid any repercussions that might occur after the civil war ended. He became a hired gun there, mainly working in affiliation with the Juárez Cartel near the Texas border. Perhaps luckily for him, he mainly worked as a local enforcer, chasing down those who owed the cartel money or defied them. But this arrangement would not last either, as despite his obedience during the Guatemalan Civil War, Álvaro now craved freedom. He crossed the border to the US in 1995.

Now the mercenary finds himself based in Los Angeles, hiring out his services to whoever can pay. And with the state that LA is in, there is certainly no shortage of work available. He is currently wanted by both the US police and for potential trial by the new Guatemalan government.

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

Potentially interested, may make a hitman/bounty hunter/mercenary type