Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2019 5:40:44 GMT -4
It was an otherwise ordinary day in Tokyo's Yoyogi Park, with the sun shining overhead and not a cloud in the summer skies. The largest park in the greater Tokyo metropolis, located in the heart of the Shibuya special ward, a dense hub of commerce and business. The idyllically setting wasn't far from world famous Meiji Shrine, and the entire area was normally bustling with locals and tourists alike. Truly it seemed like a picturesque summer's day.
Little did the unsuspecting citizens know this facade of safety would soon shatter. Not far away inside a major shopping center, a robbery was in progress. A towering figure with a wiry body and a gaunt, almost skeletal appearance tore through a doorway. Jaws snapping and claws carving through glass displays like nothing. The Villain, known as Terrordactyl was a notable jewel thief, making his thefts in broad daylight and escaping at lightning speeds with his Quirk: K-2L. Real name, Makoto Kano, the man had been 'cursed' with his Quirk for most of his life. Beaten for being a freak by his parents, he suffered an alcoholic father and an abusive mother until finally at the age of only ten he fled from home joining a gang and beginning a long life of crime.
Villain Alias: Terrordactyl
Birth Name: Makoto Kano
Age: Thirty-Three
Height: 5.5m
Weight: 540kg
Quirk: K-2L
Type: MutationHaving recently escaped from prison Terrodactyl was low on funds and high on confidence. He opened his jagged beak-like maw, staring down a clerk with his soulless yellow eyes. "Put everything in the bag. And don't try anything funny lady! I can hear high frequencies, if I hear that silent alarm I'll slit your throat!" He held out a razor sharp talon to her neck to illustrate his point, accosting the woman in his shrill voice. The woman nodded in compliance, beginning to fill the large duffel bag with anything within arms reach. Watches, earrings, bracelets, rings. Terrodactyl liked jewelry, it was easy to fence on the black market and hard to trace. He was after a quick payday, as he smashed a glass case and began stuffing the items within into a smaller bag.
Mall security arrived in minutes, armed with little better than mace and tasers. Terrodactyl laughed at the men, even with his hunched over stance he was well over double an average man's height. "What are you going to do? Stop me!?" He said before bellowing out a laugh. One security guard fired his taser, which struck the mutant dead in the chest. The creature just laughed, tugging the cordage out with ease and then turning sharply slamming his tail into the men and sending them toppling end over end. "Dumbasses. Be glad I'm not here to kill you." He said nonchalantly, reaching overhead and grabbing the security screen to the store's door. He slammed the gate down shut, what was meant to keep him trapped in now keeping the guards trapped out. Terrordactyl returned to his work.
A number of customers were in the store when the Villain had arrived, one young couple tried to silently pull out their phones and dial emergency numbers while his back was turned. Terrodactyl let out a screech and turned around, emitting a sonic shriek so loud they were forced to cover their ears. "Try that again and I'll blow your eardrums til you're deaf!" He shouted, stomping their phones into pieces beneath his taloned foot. "You done over their lady? I don't have all day..." The Villain said, turning his beady eyes back towards the clerk. She nodded in silent terror, holding out the duffel bag in compliance.
"Good... you learn quick. Now the register too. Empty it." Terrodactyl commanded, though when the panic stricken women was too shaken to punch in the password on the register he flew into a rage. "IDIOT! I'LL DO IT MYSELF!" The man roared, ripping the register off the counter and slicing it open like a tin can with a talon on his free hand. He unceremoniously poured the money into his bag, surveying the store for anything he'd missed. He looked down at the young couple, and his long spiked tail slunk out, tearing the woman's purse from her arms and lifting it to his grip. "I forgot about that... thanks for reminding me." He said casually, ruffling inside the purse until he found credit cards and cash. He quickly discarded the rest.
"A pleasure doing business." Terrordactyl said with a piercing cackle, slamming his tail back into the security screen and knocking it clear off its mountings. He stepped out into the shopping center pavilion, most of the shoppers had fled the building and fire and security alarms were sounding throughout. Time to blow this stand, the mutant thought to himself, spreading his leathery wings wide and kicking off the ground hard enough to crackle the tiles beneath him. Terrordactyl burst through the glass skylight through a hole he'd punched through when he entered, taking to the skies and heading west in the direction of Yoyogi Park. He flew low and fast, not wanting to be spotted by any Pro-Heroes that could fly... or police choppers. Skimming only five or so meters off the ground and picking up speed.
Terrordactyl had it all figured out. He had a buddy with Yakuza connections, he just needed to reach the bay and he could hideout for a few days in one of their warehouses. Lay low and have them fence his stolen goods for him. They'd take their cut sure, but it was all but impossible for the Pterosaur looking mutant to do it himself. After he got a little revenue flow going he'd start looking for bigger and better scores. Art galleries, museums, antique auctions, whatever it was that suited his fancy. Terrordactyl was a man that felt like he had everything figured out. He was so lost in his daydreaming he let his guard down as he flew over the park. No heroes and no cops had shown up to stop him, he figured he was moving too fast for them to react. The man laughed to himself, clutching his bag of stolen goods his grip.
Little did the unsuspecting citizens know this facade of safety would soon shatter. Not far away inside a major shopping center, a robbery was in progress. A towering figure with a wiry body and a gaunt, almost skeletal appearance tore through a doorway. Jaws snapping and claws carving through glass displays like nothing. The Villain, known as Terrordactyl was a notable jewel thief, making his thefts in broad daylight and escaping at lightning speeds with his Quirk: K-2L. Real name, Makoto Kano, the man had been 'cursed' with his Quirk for most of his life. Beaten for being a freak by his parents, he suffered an alcoholic father and an abusive mother until finally at the age of only ten he fled from home joining a gang and beginning a long life of crime.
Birth Name: Makoto Kano
Age: Thirty-Three
Height: 5.5m
Weight: 540kg
Quirk: K-2L
Type: Mutation
Mall security arrived in minutes, armed with little better than mace and tasers. Terrodactyl laughed at the men, even with his hunched over stance he was well over double an average man's height. "What are you going to do? Stop me!?" He said before bellowing out a laugh. One security guard fired his taser, which struck the mutant dead in the chest. The creature just laughed, tugging the cordage out with ease and then turning sharply slamming his tail into the men and sending them toppling end over end. "Dumbasses. Be glad I'm not here to kill you." He said nonchalantly, reaching overhead and grabbing the security screen to the store's door. He slammed the gate down shut, what was meant to keep him trapped in now keeping the guards trapped out. Terrordactyl returned to his work.
A number of customers were in the store when the Villain had arrived, one young couple tried to silently pull out their phones and dial emergency numbers while his back was turned. Terrodactyl let out a screech and turned around, emitting a sonic shriek so loud they were forced to cover their ears. "Try that again and I'll blow your eardrums til you're deaf!" He shouted, stomping their phones into pieces beneath his taloned foot. "You done over their lady? I don't have all day..." The Villain said, turning his beady eyes back towards the clerk. She nodded in silent terror, holding out the duffel bag in compliance.
"Good... you learn quick. Now the register too. Empty it." Terrodactyl commanded, though when the panic stricken women was too shaken to punch in the password on the register he flew into a rage. "IDIOT! I'LL DO IT MYSELF!" The man roared, ripping the register off the counter and slicing it open like a tin can with a talon on his free hand. He unceremoniously poured the money into his bag, surveying the store for anything he'd missed. He looked down at the young couple, and his long spiked tail slunk out, tearing the woman's purse from her arms and lifting it to his grip. "I forgot about that... thanks for reminding me." He said casually, ruffling inside the purse until he found credit cards and cash. He quickly discarded the rest.
"A pleasure doing business." Terrordactyl said with a piercing cackle, slamming his tail back into the security screen and knocking it clear off its mountings. He stepped out into the shopping center pavilion, most of the shoppers had fled the building and fire and security alarms were sounding throughout. Time to blow this stand, the mutant thought to himself, spreading his leathery wings wide and kicking off the ground hard enough to crackle the tiles beneath him. Terrordactyl burst through the glass skylight through a hole he'd punched through when he entered, taking to the skies and heading west in the direction of Yoyogi Park. He flew low and fast, not wanting to be spotted by any Pro-Heroes that could fly... or police choppers. Skimming only five or so meters off the ground and picking up speed.
Terrordactyl had it all figured out. He had a buddy with Yakuza connections, he just needed to reach the bay and he could hideout for a few days in one of their warehouses. Lay low and have them fence his stolen goods for him. They'd take their cut sure, but it was all but impossible for the Pterosaur looking mutant to do it himself. After he got a little revenue flow going he'd start looking for bigger and better scores. Art galleries, museums, antique auctions, whatever it was that suited his fancy. Terrordactyl was a man that felt like he had everything figured out. He was so lost in his daydreaming he let his guard down as he flew over the park. No heroes and no cops had shown up to stop him, he figured he was moving too fast for them to react. The man laughed to himself, clutching his bag of stolen goods his grip.
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