Kalas

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T O B I A S E V A N S: T h i s I s W a r

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^{Monday, April 10, 2017 - 22:37 PM | Little Italy}

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

"It was a green light! How was I supposed to know he was just gonna step out into the road?"

"Isn't that what you're supposed to be looking for as a driver?!"

Tobias was sat in a car with Veronica De Vitis, his Boss' daughter, who he'd been tasked with protecting from the Del Fierro Family. After meeting with Caiman, leader of the Harbor Kings, and a representative of the Third Street Roughnecks, Tobias had headed straight back to Little Italy in order to pick up his VIP. It was a job that he wasn't too happy about, truth be told. Sure, Raul was right when he'd said that Tobias was the best at keeping a low-profile, but that skill never actually extended beyond himself. And even then, he'd only need to stay hidden in order to keep himself from getting pinched by the cops or to position himself for an assassination. His Black Lotus training hadn't been meant to be used for protecting others, that was definitely not his calling.

"Well, I've got more important things on my mind right now. Like babysitting you." Tobias replied to her question with a hint of annoyance. He wasn't happy with the way things had played out at the meeting; Salvatore had nearly gained the upper-hand over him with Raul and part of him felt that maybe the De Vitis Boss wanted him to. It was no secret that Raul hadn't been happy with Tobias' sudden appearance but he'd figured that had died down months ago. It was then that he thought back to the police raid two nights back. That van full of livestock couldn't have been at the warehouse for more than an hour or two before Lucio had notified him of the raid. He'd thought it was fishy then, but the way Raul was acting practically could've confirmed it. Tobias shook the thought from his mind, this was merely conjecture. And his head needed to be elsewhere right now.

"Babysitting?!" Veronica exclaimed. "If that's how you feel about this then you might as well drop me off now." She said, an air of sass about her. She obviously wasn't used to being told what to do or caring about how others might feel. Typical of a Mob Boss' daughter.

"You know I can't do that, Veronica. Now just shut up and let me think."

"Aww, trying to play the adult now Tobias? That's cute. But you're barely older than I am." She teased. Tobias wasn't surprised by her change of tone. She was often temperamental towards her father's men. "Where are you taking me anyway?"

"La Petite Mort." He replied, curtly. "I'm...familiar with the owner. She can help me to keep you out of sight."

"And by familiar you mean you're fucking, right?" Tobias didn't answer. "Well that's new, a guy who doesn't brag about his conquests. Maybe you're ashamed?"

"Or maybe you should just leave it alone. It's...complicated." Tobias replied, his mind threw up images of Sasha. Maybe involving her in this was a bad idea?

"When is anything not complicated for you guys?" She laughed. "Honestly, it's a wonder how any woman gets married these days." Tobias turned his view from the road to give her a look. "But alright, I'll drop it. My father would kill you if he knew you were taking me to a strip club though, right?"

"Then let's hope he doesn't find out."

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^{Monday, April 10, 2017 - 23:01 PM | La Petite Mort - Lonely Hearts Club}

"So you brought her here?!"

Sasha yelled, launching her half-filled glass of wine against the wall of her office. She wasn't exactly excited to be harboring the daughter of Raul De Vitis, especially after the Fierro's had placed a hit on her.

"What part of 'Nowhere-Else-To-Go' confuses you, Sasha?! Please inform me, because I can walk you through it if you'd like?!" Came Tobias' retort, laced with cynicism.

"This isn't the time to be an asshole, Tobias! She's not safe here, the whole damn city will know where she is before midnight!" The look on her face right now wasn't just anger, but fear. She was scared. Though Tobias suspected it was more than just for her own life and that of her staff.

"Being called an asshole twice in one night, and by two different women. Nice going." Chimed Veronica. She'd made herself comfortable on one of Sasha's silk-covered couches, her legs draped over one of the arms.

"Shut it, we haven't got time for your shit." Tobias growled.

"Don't speak to her like that!" Sasha yelled again.

"Yeah, don't speak to me like that." Veronica followed.

Tobias was growing more and more agitated. "ALRIGHT!" He roared. The pair of them grew silent at that. It wasn't often that Tobias ever shouted, so when he did it obviously meant he was serious. Sasha let out a sigh and walked over to him. Tobias, however, had turned away from both of them and was currently staring out of the office window. Sirens blared off in the distance and most of the borough was still covered in darkness from the blackout. Only the larger buildings had back-up generators, usually placed on the roof, that ran on gasoline. Sasha's club was one of the fortunate ones.

"Look, I'm sorry. But she can't stay here." Sasha stated, coming to stand in front of Tobias and snaking her arms around his neck. She gazed into his eyes, searching for a single speck of emotion.

"I know." He said, finally, looking down to meet her gaze. "I didn't want to involve you in this, but there was no one else I could trust."

Sasha changed her expression, as if a light bulb had just switch on in her mind. "Maybe you don't need to?" Tobias fixed her with a confused look. "Trust anyone else, I mean." He still couldn't make out what she was getting at. "Tobias, your apartment?!" She explained. Tobias' reaction was instant, pulling himself away.

"What?! No. No way in hell." He protested.

"Yeah, I am not comfortable with that." Came Veronica's voice.

"Just shut up and listen to me, both of you." Sasha ordered. "Tobias, you needed a place that no one would think of. Your apartment is perfect for that because you're never there." She stepped towards him, grabbing his hand. "You even said yourself that no one knows about it. Not even I've been there." She squeezed his hand now, imploring him to listen. After a few moments, Tobias gave in.

"Fine." He breathed. Sasha's face lit up and she pulled herself towards him, planting an passionate kiss on his lips.

"Ugh. Get a room." Veronica sighed, clearly unhappy with the decision.

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^{Monday, April 10, 2017 - 23:22 PM | La Petite Mort - Lonely Hearts Club}

Tobias exited the club with Veronica in tow. After a brief change of attire, the De Vitis heiress was now wearing one of Sasha's outfits and a large fur coat. He struggled not to look too much.

"I look like a hooker." Veronica complained.

"You don't look like a hooker. Now stop moaning and get in the damn car." He said.

"Remind me why I had to dress up in this ridiculous outfit again?" She asked as they ran across the road to where Tobias had parked.

"Because no one would expect you to be dressed like a hooker!" He replied. Thumbing the button on his keys and wrenching open the driver-side door, as Veronica clip-clopped around to the passenger-side in her heels.

"But you just said-"

"I know what I said. Now get-" Thud. The world was already spinning by the time his mind registered the object that had struck the back of his head. As his legs gave out and he crumpled to the wet asphalt, Tobias thought he could hear screams. He hit the floor in seconds, unable to respond quick enough but managing to roll onto his back.

Stood above him, a pistol pointed down at his chest, was a young man. His face twisted into a demented grin, with a single, bloody gash on his cheek. “Salvatore sends his regards.” He laughed.

BLAM!

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@olcharlieboi Awesome, I'll stick with that then. :)

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@Kalas
To be frank I'm not to sure about that idea, most people given a quirk by outside means will usually Mutate badly in some way, even more so when their not compatible with it. Only reason those who are given One For All don't is because it technically is a combination/hybrid quirk, of the Stockpile of power and a Quirk that gives the ability to pass it on without adversely affecting the successor, they just need to build their body to withstand the power.

@olcharlieboi

I see, that's fine. Maybe I'll have him kidnapped when his power manifested instead?

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@NightmareInd@olcharlieboi So I've been trying to think of a good backstory for Karma but to no real avail. Or at least, nothing that I like the sound of. There is one potential idea I have floating around though.

What are the chances of Karma having been given his Quirk "Jack In The Box" by someone with a Quirk similar to "All For One" as a child experiment, forced to do evil things with it and then defecting from said someone in order to join U.A.?

That would tie in with the personality I want to give him, somewhat arrogant and angry but remorseful for some of the atrocities he was made to do as a child.

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^{Monday, April 10, 2017 - 21:13 PM | St. Francis' Cathedral - Little Italy}

"A hit?! On my fuckin' Veronica?!"

Raul De Vitis, head of the De Vitis Crime Syndicate, stood at the head of a table surrounded by his subordinates; bosses and enforcers alike. The Del Fierro's most recent declaration had him riled and emotional. As such, a church meeting had been called to discuss their next plan of action. So far the room was in complete silence, allowing for Raul to rant and rave.

"Do these Mexican fiche know who their dealing with?" He slammed both hands down onto the table, punctuating his question with a bang. Hunched over, he glanced down the entire length of the table, his scowl passing over all of his bosses in attendance, bar one. 'Tobias.' He thought. 'Where the hell is that Black Lotus sonuva bitch?!' And as if somehow his thoughts had been read, a translucent blue figure appeared at the end of the table. Its' likeness matching that of his missing underboss.

"Sorry for being late, traffic was a bitch." Tobias stated. The room erupted in disbelief and anger. His Hyperhuman status was well known amongst the De Vitis administration, most of the men sitting there abhorred him for it. So for him to use his ability in order to attend a meeting, and in their holiest of buildings to boot, was practically an insult to them all. Tobias remained silent whilst the other bosses screamed and cursed his name. Raul did too, although his seething expression conveyed the same sentiment as the others. He stood tall, commanding silence from the room as he did so.

"So you think you can just show up here, late, using your fancy fuckin' powers and everything's gonna be alright?" Raul spoke in almost a whisper, though the large hall still managed to carry his voice.

"I think we've got more pressing matters to deal with right now, Boss. Besides, thanks to my work at the Wharves a few days back, the Police have set up a tight net right now. I can't move around as freely as before, so this seemed like the best way to attend." Tobias eyed every one of his colleagues as he spoke, daring them to speak out against his reasoning. If the docklands had been lost to the CCPD two days ago, none of them would have been sitting here at this meeting. Instead they'd be on the run from a RICO charge due to the cops having discovered their entire network of illicit sex trade dealings. His gaze finally settled back toward Raul who was silent for a few moments before he spoke.

"Fine. You get a pass, this time." His anger seemed to ebb somewhat though his scowl remained. "Now that we're all here, I wanna know everything about those bastard Fierro's." It had been a full day since the hit order had been announced. Tobias looked toward the Russian, his face expressionless although he expected nothing less. What he didn't expect, however, was to see Veronica De Vitis sat right next to her father. Her expression was hard but fragile at the same time. He could tell she was trying to look unfazed by these recent developments but her slightly puffy cheeks betrayed her lack of fear.

A few of the other bosses spoke up, mentioning the Fierro's movements and a few supposed meetings with members of the lesser gangs. It was a typical move made by their rivals. The larger organizations couldn't simply attack each other outright anymore. Doing so would wreak tremendous havoc upon the city as each side would bring out nothing but their best in order to score the killing blow. Instead, their fighting would be done through proxies such as the Third Street Roughnecks and the Welcome Crew, similar to how world governments fought in Proxy Wars. The Fierro's first move looked to have been arming the Welcome Crew, a move that the De Vitis would no doubt replicate. As one of his leading arms dealers, Raul would naturally choose Tobias to oversee the distribution amongst both the Thirds and the Harbor Kings. His thoughts were brought back to the discussion as Raul spoke.

"Salvatore, I want you to head up the distribution of weapons amongst our allies. We're gonna need them armed and in place beforehand, if we're to strike at the Mexicans first." Tobias blinked in disbelief.

"Wait, what?!" The room turned to address him for the first time since the earlier outburst.

"You gotta problem with the way I'm runnin' things, Tobias?" Raul sneered. Salvatore Raymundo, Tobias' neighboring underboss, rival arms dealer and general pain in the ass. Where Tobias controlled the New Alexandria, Point Bordeaux & Shasta Basin boroughs, Salvatore commanded the boroughs of Crestwood Hollow, Jethrull & Kilbride. And whilst territory disputes were commonplace amongst mob bosses, Salvatore also seemed to have some personal vendetta against him though he wasn't quite sure why. A feeling told him La Petite Mort had something to do with it, as the man attempted to burn holes in him with his glare.

"I mean doesn't Sally have enough on his plate with the recent blackout and the spate of fires going on in his boroughs?" He replied, referring to the recent arsonist that had taken an interest in burning Salvatore's territory to the ground, even despite the ongoing storm. Salvatore shifted in his seat as the other bosses began to murmur. "I figured a man of his stature would've found the perpetrator by now and left them swimming with the Deadman's fish." The underboss bit at that.

"Alright, fuck you! And fuck that damned blackout!" He stood abruptly, brandishing a gun towards Tobias' illusion at first and then in the direction of Jethrull. Tobias merely smiled, having gained satisfaction from the man's outburst. It was exactly what he needed to gain the upper hand in this situation.

"You think that cool head of your's will be alright to handle a trade deal with the Roughnecks? What about the Kings? They wouldn't think twice about icing you if you came at them like that." Tobias said, twisting the knife.

"Ice me?! Is that a fuckin' threat, twinkle-toes?" Retorted Salvatore, referring to the glow of his illusion as he pointed the gun back at him.

"Go ahead, wiseguy, shoot me. Damage your precious Cathedral whilst you're at it." Tobias laughed.

"Alright, that's ENOUGH!" Raul bellowed. He commanded the room once more as everyone fell silent. Salvatore sat down in his seat, stowing his weapon. Even Tobias opted to keep his mouth shut. "Fine. I had another task in mind for you, Tobias. But since you're such a fuckin' smart-ass, now you're gonna have to do both." Salvatore opened his mouth to protest but Raul shot him a glare which silenced him instantly.

"You kno-"

"Keep your goddamned mouth shut!" Raul looked him square in the eye before speaking again. "First, you're gonna make contact with the Thirds and the Harbor Kings. We need to distribute weapons amongst their numbers and place groups in strategic points around the City. All you need to focus on is the gats, I'll have Lorenzo worry about the logistics." Raul said, referring to one of the other bosses sat a few seats down to his left. A man regarded for his excellent strategic ability. There were rumours of a Hype-Gene surrounding him but nothing confirmed.

"Once you've done that, I want your ass here. I don't care what kind of net the pigs have setup, you fuckin' slip through it. I'm putting you in charge of protecting Veronica." Tobias was sure he'd heard him say something else, the disbelief was evident on his face.

"You want me on protection detail?" He asked.

"I said shut the fuck up!" Raul raised his voice once more. "Originally I was thinking of keeping her at the Colosseum, seeing as the place is practically a damned fortress. But on second thought that would be an obvious move and I wouldn't put it past those Mexican bastardi to mount an offensive against it nonetheless." He looked toward his daughter, his demeanor changing as he did so. No longer was he a dangerous mob boss, now he was a merely protective father. "So I'm gonna hand her over to you. Out of all of us, you're the best at keeping a low-profile. Nobody can find you whenever you're on the lam. So now I'm gonna use that to protect my daughter. Most of the others don't think you're up to the task but I have faith. I know you won't fail me, will you?" Raul turned his sights towards Tobias once more. Despite his calm expression, Tobias could sense the raging torrent of anger behind his words. Tobias swallowed and nodded without comment.

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^{Monday, April 10, 2017 - 22:02 PM | Harbor King's Warehouse - Shasta Basin}

"So...you've decided to pay me a visit as something tangible this time?" Caiman was his name, leader of the Harbor Kings. He was an alligator fanatic and had used the skin of such an animal to adorn his leather jacket. "I wonder, does this one feel pain?" He asked, toying with a switchblade as he lent back against the steel pillar of the warehouse. Tobias' Phantasm sat upright in a dark, leather chair. Its' texture similar to that of Caiman's jacket, which led Tobias to believe they were made from the self-same animal skin.

"Feel free to wonder, my friend. But I can assure you, this one packs far more of a punch than any of your guys could handle." He smiled. The slam of a fire exit door interrupted their conversation.

"We'll see." Caiman replied, flashing his set of sharpened teeth. The man truly was a fanatic. "Finally!" He exclaimed, "The wily Third joins us at last!" He flicked his switchblade erratically.

"Might wanna pocket that razor, shark-boy, before someone gets hurt." It was Kyle, one of the older members of the Third Street Roughnecks though still relatively young when compared to the other two men in the room. He couldn't have been a day over twenty.

"Might wanna watch who you're threatening, boy. Or you'll find yourself in deep water for stepping on a log that was actually a 'gator."

"There we go with the 'gator references. Barely five minutes in, can you believe this bitch-ass?!" Kyle replied, turning towards Tobias.

"Alright, alright. Dick measuring is over. Please go back to your seats and wait for the results to be announced." Tobias rolled his eyes. "In all seriousness, though, I didn't call you here for this shit." He said.

"So what the hell did you call us in for, I've got other shit to be doin'?"

"I bet it's something to do with the Fierro's mark on Veronica De Vitis. The whole damned city's been buzzing about it! She's a fine catch too."

"You let us worry about Veronica. All we need you guys to do is take some heaters and stand around in a few places until further notice." Kyle's expression flashed with anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Stand around?! What the fuck kinda bullshit is that?" He'd begun to turn his back to Tobias by now.

"That bullshit is what Raul needs you to do for him right now, you'll get your next load of bullshit as and when it's needed." But Kyle was already walking back towards the fire exit.

"Nah, fuck that old man. We Thirds do whatever the f-" Tobias had already pushed his Phantasm out of the chair, knocking it over. In an instant, the deep blue apparition had disappeared and reappeared directly in Kyle's path. A hand grasped at the boy's throat, stopping him immediately. With minimal effort, the Phantasm lifted Kyle into the air slightly before slamming him down upon his back, winding the Third. Kyle's yelp of pain echoed throughout the warehouse followed by the thud of his body impacting with the concrete floor. The Phantasm was knelt next to the boy, its' hand still firmly grasping the boy's neck. Caiman did nothing.

"Now you listen here, you little fuck." Tobias growled, his voice low and threatening. "You'll do whatever I say, whenever I Damn. Fucking. Say it. Or I'll come down to your precious Parasio and wipe you despicable insects off the map myself, am I understood?" Kyle could only attempt to resist the crushing force of the Phantasm against his neck. It was futile as only strained gargles could be heard whenever he tried to speak. "I said, am I understood?" Tobias grit his teeth as he spoke, squeezing harder on Kyle's throat. The boy finally stopped struggling against him, his arms had started to go limp. Tobias released his grip, causing him to lurch forward as he gasped for air amidst an uncontrollable fit of coughing.

"Now get out. Lorenzo will be in touch." Kyle said nothing after recovering from Tobias attack, he left without another word.

"Damn. I warned that boy about the log." Caiman chuckled, a jovial tone in his voice. Tobias merely shook his head.

"Meet with Lucio at the usual spot, he'll give you everything you need." Tobias said, already having moved towards the chair to pick it up.

"And the girl?" Caiman inquired.

"I told you already. We'll handle it."

"Like you handled Kyle just then? Gotta admit, I didn't expect a bite that big."

"Can't play my whole hand on the first turn now, can I?" Tobias walked towards the Harbor King. Despite their previous differences and a somewhat rocky alliance between their respective gangs, Tobias and Caiman were pretty solid allies, if not friends. They shook hands before Caiman turned to leave. It was only once he'd reached the fire exit did Tobias speak again. "Oh and Caiman? I'm not playing any of your games this time. The Syndicate are relying on you right now."

Caiman merely looked back over his shoulder before replying, "This ain't no time for games, Tobias. This is War."

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"No need for introductions, since I won't remember anyways."

Karma Tenshin

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Karma is somewhat of a physical specimen. He has driven his body to its' athletic peak and continues to do so through rigorous training and various sports activities, with his favourite pastime being basketball in order to aid with his accuracy, stamina and jumping capabilities. As such, Karma often adorns himself in baggy sportswear so that he is ready to go at a moment's notice. Staple items of clothing are his sleeveless hoodies, of which he has several, each with differing colours and designs. He is also never seen without sweatbands on his wrists. An accessory that he often colour-coordinates with his sweatpants.

He views the world through his deep, brown eyes which is often a redeeming quality for members of the opposite sex. His bleached-white hair manifested along with his Quirk, though the reason for this is quite unknown. During prior medical assessments, it has been surmised that the manifestation of his Quirk simply triggered the rapid activation of his melanocyte-clock, causing the premature graying of his hair.

He possesses a single scar on his left cheek that he received sometime during childhood. It doesn't bother him, however, he refuses to talk about how he got it.

Hero Outfit

Quirk - Jack In The Box
Karma has the has ability to manipulate and crystallize dust particles in the air in order to create crystal-like boxes that can be used as a means of attack, defense and mobility.

Mobility
Karma can create a box that he uses to fly around. However, during highly stressful situations, Karma prefers to create a series of small boxes that act as stepping stones, which he can spring off of from any direction.

Defense
Karma materializes large wall-like boxes or smaller, more personal boxes that actually encompass him to protect him from harm and absorb damage.

Attack
Karma can launch small projectile boxes towards an opponent to shatter against them or create large boxes to try and crush his opponent. He can also attempt to capture them inside a box, preventing their escape or negating an attack.

Special Moves

• Not Yet Learnt
• Not Yet Learnt

Backstory

Supporting Characters

Other

This weekend has been hectic but I should have my sheet done by tonight.

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@Tackytaff Great sheet, lots of potential!

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So this past week has been hectic. Will be posting tomorrow for sure.

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@Lord Wraith Just a heads up that I'm going to be editing Tobias' sheet to include some relationships and probably expand upon his skills gained from his Black Lotus training.

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@olcharlieboi@NightmareInd

Alrighty then, I'll drop the explosions :D