The Overlord of Japan, (BNHA x OC)

.The Birth of an Overlord.

One day, a baby was born within Qing Qing City of China, glowing bright like a shining star some say. But it was marking the beginning of the age of Quirks. From that day forth, individuals began popping up with randomized quirks either boosting their physical appearance, mental will, or their bodies changed to mimic the environments around them. But like human nature, many were considered freaks or outcasts of the majority of people that are quirkless. Forcing them to either hide, or conceal themselves from the public, that was until the Underground Criminal Organization was formed...

Consisting of the most wanted men of the world, They were the sole pillars of maintaining society in the shadows, through many dark means of control. But like all great organizations or empires, they would have the greatest downfall or the greatest shift in management. While Heroes began to rise to counter act the Villains that were massively producing, One man was born with a different mindset. They would soon know his name, or rather his alias...

Overlord.

Walking through the street of Musutafu Japan, a figure walked with a distinct green hoodie, concealing his appearance and his identity from prying eyes. On his forearms and hands were decorated with gauntlets of some sort, styled and designed to have skulls, to signify the resemblance to Death or the Grim Reaper. On the figures legs were shin guards, with knee guards styled like Skulls as well, but his foot wear considered of heavily armored boots resembling combat boots sort of.

Casually walking through an alley now, did his eyes glowed, red blood colored orbs, staring straight as if he was staring into the known abyss. Never to look away, but in all thoughts, he was lost within his mind. Even if somewhere far off, Heroes and Villains fought here and there at this time of night, none of it bothered him. It was just considered a distraction to him, something people would falsely believe in or fake it to be.

As he approached a random abandon building, Two thugs guarded the door, and when they see him, they would proceed to block him from advancing further. "Hey! Move along punk!" One brute of a thug states while cracking his knuckles together, while his buddy readied his pistol. But thus this man, ignored, and continued to head for the door. "Alright you asked for it.." Stepping up, the thug was about to swing his fist into the approaching figures face. 

Until the man's gauntlet shot up and clenched it around his fist, easily covering it entirely, the thug was in shock. There was no way this lanky dude could just stop his punch without budging an inch, But then the thug began to scream in agony while struggling for his life to get his fist away from the figure. His body was drying up, his skin becoming pale and pale until it was bound to be gray, muscles disappearing, hair becoming loss, his bones would be snugged with his skin. As soon as his life was sucked away, The figure drops the weaken dead fist, letting the body fall to the ground as it was evaporating into dust.

His buddy was fear stricken, he opened fired with his pistol, shooting the bullets into the figures abdomen, head, and anywhere else until the pistol was empty. He was breathing heavily, hoping and thinking he killed the freak of nature, but then his body froze in disbelief, shock, and the utmost of fear. The dressed up death worshiping figure walked up to him face-to-face, his body telling him to get the fuck out of there, but couldn't.

Simply, the figure clenched his gauntlet fist around the thugs throat, chocking him slowly, watching the mans futile attempts to struggle from his grip. And that is when he spoken..