Post by Kaoru Oshiro on Oct 15, 2019 15:52:42 GMT -5
Character Name: Kaoru Oshiro
Desired Faction: Villain
Desired Tier: IV
Brief explanation of what your goals are: RP wise, I want for him to grow away from the minor inconveniences he'd rather cause and go into much heavier, nastier, routes where he actually is a suitable threat. Kaoru's goals are drastic, and perhaps would like to start a following for himself to allow himself a proper place on a throne (that isn't a toilet). He wants to make civilians turn on heroes, make them out to not be as high and mighty as one would believe them to be, so that he can rise up from underneath. ICly he doesn't like to play himself up as much of a threat, for a good reason, but he's quite capable of becoming one and causing mass problems with little chance of getting caught. How to get away with murder, one would say.
As a response to this, write a solo (of decent length ((your discretion))) that will show us this start-up in action!
It was a little hole in his plan, but that was fine, he'd put it to good use. After a member of the local mafia had decided to come for a visit, Kaoru would be prepared this time for the aftermath. Perhaps he shouldn't have laid the trap for who he assumed to have been a civilian at the time, but no matter, all was said and done and he could make a stupid decision become an experimental feat to fuel greater missions. After all, he was the wrong person to cross, and a week in the hospital gave him plenty of room to plan things out.
He went to work setting up his basement, where he'd be residing, into a full-proof panic room. Glass panes, able to withstand bullets, would be placed with a secret entrance only he could access behind it. Several switches would be set up, directing into traps and mechanics placed on the other side of the room. A diabolical smile danced across the teen's face as he got to work, his eyes lit up with a sadistic glee. It would take a lot of work an careful planning, but by the time he was done he'd be ready. He'd taken the caution of setting up ventilation designed to produce toxic fumes into the area not protected by glass, followed up with some 'game' tables that he planned on having fun with.
Then he contacted the police, after all he was ready for questioning.
He didn't need any bloody hero to take this person down, however, this was simply the biat to lure his prey. After all, there was a promise he was forced to make, that he wouldn't talk about this incident. Oh, how much of a lie that turned out to be. When he finally got home from the station, his smile seemed to grow ten inches wider. If that was even humanly possible.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Time went by and he was ready for the night, yet he didn't change into anything. He went straight towards the basement after dinner and waited for the break in to happen, counting seconds on an invisible clock as he began to grow ever-so-bored.
Tick, tock, tick.
Footsteps. Perfect, he flicked a switch on to ignite lights, the person was bound to be heading to his bedroom first. That's where he'd be expected to be after last time. Yet, he knew this person wasn't dumb, they'd find him in a matter of seconds. That made his blood boil with excitement, something that bubbled when those footsteps got louder, coming closer, until he was safe to lock the person into the basement with him.
"What are you doing?" A voice sounded from the shadows, and he hummed, yet didn't respond. Ignoring was part of the game, after all, and he was going to have fun tonight. A bullet bounced off the glass, and he continued humming a song in rhythm, red eyes opening to look disappointingly at his bounty hunter. "Sit and relax" He spoke, gesturing towards the chair where a game of 21 was set up. "Enjoy yourself."
A muffled cry was sounded, and he pushed a button releasing an electrical shock. Oh right, there was the person kidnapped there on the other end, face obscured by a potato sack with a few air holes punched into it for oxygen. "I could kill you right now, but why don't we have some fun instead? I like you, not the person at the table. So, Mr. Boxer, why don't you entertain him a bit?" A contraption lay on the table, suspicious, something that locked both 'players' into place immediately once the boxer sat down. "What the fuck is this?!" He shouted at Kaoru, who smirked.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, how silly of me~ Lose, and you lose one of your most precious body parts. Your fingers. Don't worry, you won't bleed out, I'm not sure about the person facing you though... I only have so much to cauterize with." He grinned, chuckling, causing a look of shock, anguish, and so many other emotions to dance across the person's face. It was like a beautiful painting to him, as he licked his lips and pushed another button, bringing a spotlight forward. The other person he trapped was a 'nameless' civilian that Kaoru had stripped of his name and labeled Bob Joe Johnson with a name tag.
"I'd hurry up. I only have tonight."
A mumble came from the sack, as if he was being called a monster by him, followed by a scream from another shock. That smile seemed to trigger something in the young male, as his fingers danced along keys without actually pressing them. "Yes, that I have been called before."
Desired Faction: Villain
Desired Tier: IV
Brief explanation of what your goals are: RP wise, I want for him to grow away from the minor inconveniences he'd rather cause and go into much heavier, nastier, routes where he actually is a suitable threat. Kaoru's goals are drastic, and perhaps would like to start a following for himself to allow himself a proper place on a throne (that isn't a toilet). He wants to make civilians turn on heroes, make them out to not be as high and mighty as one would believe them to be, so that he can rise up from underneath. ICly he doesn't like to play himself up as much of a threat, for a good reason, but he's quite capable of becoming one and causing mass problems with little chance of getting caught. How to get away with murder, one would say.
As a response to this, write a solo (of decent length ((your discretion))) that will show us this start-up in action!
It was a little hole in his plan, but that was fine, he'd put it to good use. After a member of the local mafia had decided to come for a visit, Kaoru would be prepared this time for the aftermath. Perhaps he shouldn't have laid the trap for who he assumed to have been a civilian at the time, but no matter, all was said and done and he could make a stupid decision become an experimental feat to fuel greater missions. After all, he was the wrong person to cross, and a week in the hospital gave him plenty of room to plan things out.
He went to work setting up his basement, where he'd be residing, into a full-proof panic room. Glass panes, able to withstand bullets, would be placed with a secret entrance only he could access behind it. Several switches would be set up, directing into traps and mechanics placed on the other side of the room. A diabolical smile danced across the teen's face as he got to work, his eyes lit up with a sadistic glee. It would take a lot of work an careful planning, but by the time he was done he'd be ready. He'd taken the caution of setting up ventilation designed to produce toxic fumes into the area not protected by glass, followed up with some 'game' tables that he planned on having fun with.
Then he contacted the police, after all he was ready for questioning.
He didn't need any bloody hero to take this person down, however, this was simply the biat to lure his prey. After all, there was a promise he was forced to make, that he wouldn't talk about this incident. Oh, how much of a lie that turned out to be. When he finally got home from the station, his smile seemed to grow ten inches wider. If that was even humanly possible.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Time went by and he was ready for the night, yet he didn't change into anything. He went straight towards the basement after dinner and waited for the break in to happen, counting seconds on an invisible clock as he began to grow ever-so-bored.
Tick, tock, tick.
Footsteps. Perfect, he flicked a switch on to ignite lights, the person was bound to be heading to his bedroom first. That's where he'd be expected to be after last time. Yet, he knew this person wasn't dumb, they'd find him in a matter of seconds. That made his blood boil with excitement, something that bubbled when those footsteps got louder, coming closer, until he was safe to lock the person into the basement with him.
"What are you doing?" A voice sounded from the shadows, and he hummed, yet didn't respond. Ignoring was part of the game, after all, and he was going to have fun tonight. A bullet bounced off the glass, and he continued humming a song in rhythm, red eyes opening to look disappointingly at his bounty hunter. "Sit and relax" He spoke, gesturing towards the chair where a game of 21 was set up. "Enjoy yourself."
A muffled cry was sounded, and he pushed a button releasing an electrical shock. Oh right, there was the person kidnapped there on the other end, face obscured by a potato sack with a few air holes punched into it for oxygen. "I could kill you right now, but why don't we have some fun instead? I like you, not the person at the table. So, Mr. Boxer, why don't you entertain him a bit?" A contraption lay on the table, suspicious, something that locked both 'players' into place immediately once the boxer sat down. "What the fuck is this?!" He shouted at Kaoru, who smirked.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, how silly of me~ Lose, and you lose one of your most precious body parts. Your fingers. Don't worry, you won't bleed out, I'm not sure about the person facing you though... I only have so much to cauterize with." He grinned, chuckling, causing a look of shock, anguish, and so many other emotions to dance across the person's face. It was like a beautiful painting to him, as he licked his lips and pushed another button, bringing a spotlight forward. The other person he trapped was a 'nameless' civilian that Kaoru had stripped of his name and labeled Bob Joe Johnson with a name tag.
"I'd hurry up. I only have tonight."
A mumble came from the sack, as if he was being called a monster by him, followed by a scream from another shock. That smile seemed to trigger something in the young male, as his fingers danced along keys without actually pressing them. "Yes, that I have been called before."
