Post by Masami Shimizu on Oct 25, 2019 17:02:02 GMT -5
Character Name: Masami Shimizu
Desired Faction: Vigilante
Desired Tier: IV
Brief explanation of what your goals are: Masami Shimizu is a woman who was at one point a student at the prestigious U.A. that during her final year before she would have become a full-fledged pro hero was unfairly expelled based on a crime she did not commit and sent to juvenile hall. During her time in jail she thought about what hero society was like, how corrupt and horrible it actually was, how controlling and demanding it was that they had to go to school for many years for what she could do with her bare hands any time she wanted. This made her goals fairly simple; try to force the laws governing pro-heroes to be revoked to revert the world back to the days where anyone was allowed to do hero work, license or not, and to continue the hero work she wished to do by carving her name into the villains that dare to show their face to her.
Desired Faction: Vigilante
Desired Tier: IV
Brief explanation of what your goals are: Masami Shimizu is a woman who was at one point a student at the prestigious U.A. that during her final year before she would have become a full-fledged pro hero was unfairly expelled based on a crime she did not commit and sent to juvenile hall. During her time in jail she thought about what hero society was like, how corrupt and horrible it actually was, how controlling and demanding it was that they had to go to school for many years for what she could do with her bare hands any time she wanted. This made her goals fairly simple; try to force the laws governing pro-heroes to be revoked to revert the world back to the days where anyone was allowed to do hero work, license or not, and to continue the hero work she wished to do by carving her name into the villains that dare to show their face to her.
As a response to this, write a solo (of decent length ((your discretion))) that will show us this start-up in action!
(Beginning)
Today was the day. Years of training in solitude. Years of waiting with only the occasional calls of her family for her to answer. She was to be released today, this... was the moment she was waiting for. Finally she could be free to return to life outside of a cell and she could put her plan to bring that bastard of a "pro-hero" to justice. She'd been training her body and quirk endlessly for this so she could have the satisfaction of beating her old teacher and putting him here behind bars for all the crimes he committed. Freedom never tasted so sweet, like the sweets she consumed in her childhood. She had been waiting next to the cell door for ten minutes down watching the clock tick down by the second, hearing people walk by as she knew that one of them were coming to free her so she could finally go home.
Finally, a grizzled police officer with dulled hazel eyes and grayed-out shadowy stubble arrived at the door, a keycard in hand. He swiped it over the scanner and the door opened with a beeping noise confirming the card was swiped. "It's your lucky day ma'am. You get out today. Right on time for your eighteenth birthday by what the records show. Go meet your family and enjoy it but I'm warning you... if you do anything like that ever again you'll be thrown in prison for a long time." His words weren't kind, they were sharp and unforgiving, filled with hatred and venom. He didn't know her though, he was just a bastard police officer following the system like all of the rest of the sheep despite how expendable the system saw him to be. Pointless. She just nodded while ignoring him, she had no time to be chewed out by someone who understood nothing, not that it was his fault.
She left quickly, she didn't wait for anyone. Not her family, not whatever friends she had waiting. No-one. While she was in juvenile hall she'd been making connections to various somewhat shady individuals that promised her equipment in exchange for her taking care of the same teacher that had made her life a living hell, well, she had no problem doing that. She was told to meet them at a café not far from the juvenile hall she was released from to receive the equipment she asked for; a sword, a handgun, and a costume with a mask to hide her identity. These connections she made were vigilantes that were only there to see to it that justice be served, nothing more nothing less.
As Masami walked into the café she looked around and approached the counter, taking in the smell of food and freshly brewed coffee that wafted toward her nostrils in a blend of delightful scents that made her nostrils flare and her stomach growl, food that smelled or looked this appetizing was something she hadn't had the pleasure of in a very long time. Her father was a police officer himself but he had died a few years before she went to U.A., before he died however he did teacher Masami in secret how to wield a firearm to some extent. She'd have plenty of time to practice however, she quickly approached the suited gentlemen and began to speak in a somewhat elegant tone. "Gentlemen. I'm please to meet you here. Do you have the 'money' for the loan I gave you?" She spoke in a very basic code, the money was not actual money, it was her equipment they were giving her. One of the men in a black and white suit with a simple red and black striped tie spoke. "Indeed. Are you perhaps interested in a meal before you get started? Once you're finished we must... get the ball rolling."
The meal comment wasn't code. He pushed toward her a bowl of rice with a sunny side up egg and crispy fried pork belly on top of it. Masami smiled at him and took the bowl, eating her meal as the man began to talk details. "As you know, he is still a teacher at U.A, if you wish to discuss with him you'll need to go to his home. It can be found at the address left on a note in the briefcase with the money. He will be waiting there for you." He explained as she shoveled her first non-jail food meal into her mouth, savoring each warm bite of rice, egg, and pork belly. After a while she finished her meal and took the briefcase, leaving to head out into the back alley. "Thank you for the meal and the payment gentlemen. I appreciate it." She said before heading out fully.
(Infiltration)
Upon getting to the back alley she hid and quickly donned her new costume. In the briefcase left over was the shortsword in its sheathe and a handgun in a holster, she left it in there and followed the back alleys so that she would not be seen in costume, heading toward the address that she pulled from the briefcase. It took her till dusk to reach there but she made it to a fairly large mansion, ornate and filled with rooms. She only had three objectives; Find evidence of his criminal links, find a method of keeping him from leaving be it knock him out or trap him in his house, and lure the police there. A task that would not be easy without either getting severely hurt or getting thrown back into jail.
In the dead of the night she waited and sneaked around back to cut the power to his security system, waiting to make sure he was asleep afterward, once all lights in his house went out she tested windows until finally she lucked out and found one that was open, she quickly opened it up and sneaked in through the kitchen. It was dark in here but it was a rather nice kitchen, not something she was going to stop and admire though she had a job to do and she got right to it. She began to search the house up and down for a place to find anything to criminalize him. Drugs, illegal weaponry, anything illicit that would get him packed away for a long time.
It didn't take her long to find a room with a computer, the desk scattered with various papers and folders left wide open. She was more focused on the computer however as she sat down in the chair quietly and began to search through it for incriminating evidence. It took her a solid thirty minutes of searching and reading to find any information whatsoever but eventually... she found a hidden folder in the computer's data filled with... incriminating photos that left her with utter disgust. She officially wanted to kill this man but knew that she couldn't, death was too easy for this bastard. She quickly used his printer instead to print out copies of these pictures and carried them with her, sneaking out of the computer room in time to hear someone heading down the stairs and into the nearby bathroom...
"This is it Masami. This is the bastard that made you into a criminal. The one that ruined your life. It's time to take your life back and pay him back with interest." She thought to herself as she hid herself away in a closet, pulling out her handgun, a 50 caliber handgun with a fairly long muzzle. Upon him getting out of the bathroom she watched through the crack of the door as he made his way up the stairs... she had her chance to end this now! She burst out of the closet loudly, making him flinch and turn around in time for her to pull the trigger and shoot him, straight through the stomach and spine, paralyzing him and making him fall right down the stairs unconscious. The gun smoke wafted from the muzzle as she quickly holstered it and quickly dragged him into his computer room and planted the photos all over the room, hearing sirens outside she made a hasty decision and jumped out of the window and ran from the scene!
(4 Years Later...)
Masami was at home, a fairly nice house she'd obtained from money out of criminal pockets watching television on a large plasma screen smart TV. The news was on and she was smiling to herself as she listened into it. "An unknown vigilante has been shown to be increasing in popularity lately! Known to their fans as "The Phantom" they've been tackling corrupt pro-heroes and large-scale criminals and staying completely anonymous. More on this story at 2" It seemed like she made a bit of a name for herself, this was good. Now she was going to continue to take down the real criminals of this world, be it the ones society ignore or the ones in plain sight.
