Douglas Crowley {Vigilante | Complete}

Born to Alexander Crowley and Yamiyo Kannon, Douglas had all the potential of a bright future ahead of him.

While not an officially licensed hero, Alexander Crowley was a boon to the heroes and medicine in general. His quirk allowed him to generate a mist that accelerated the regeneration of his patients' bodies, allowing them to recover from injuries in a fraction of the normal time, and minimized the scarring of those who required stitches from surgery or injury.

His mother Yamiyo Kannon, on the other hand, was an official hero known as Air Canon. A successful hero with a quirk that allowed her to build up air pressure within her body and release it explosively, either to augment her movement, or as a mid range attack. She also had a short run as an idol as her quirk gave her the lung capacity to sing for far longer than most of the competition.

When Douglas was born, the two of them assumed he would have a quirk relating to his mother's since he inherited the physical aspect of her quirk. She thought this was good enough reason for him to take her family name and a name she chose. Alexander, being a prominent doctor at the hospital Douglas was born at, pulled rank to get his decision for the name on the birth certificate. Though, not without the promise to change it later should Douglas indeed inherit his mother's quirk.

With as friendly wager going on the fate of Douglas' name on the line, his mother did everything in her power to try and coax her quirk out of her son. She had tutors teach him how to play the saxophone to establish breath control and teach circular breathing through the myriad of options her mutation provided. She also, with Alexander's minimal warning, brought in martial arts teachers in addition to her own tutoring so that her son would be able to fight alongside her.

Alexander, on the other hand, focused on his son's mental development. He was expecting Douglas to develop a power similar to his. Something that would focus on healing others. He would take Douglas to work whenever possible, and have his son sit and watch nearby while he diagnosed patients and wrote prescriptions, as well as when he went into surgeries or helped people recover through use of his quirk.

Both parents stressed to Douglas the importance of finding a way to help others that only he could do, and pursuing that until the end. A lot of pressure to put on a three year old.

The problem was, once Douglas' quirk manifested when he had a cold at age four, neither of his parents knew what to do about it. He clearly didn't produce the healing mists like his father, but nor could he create air blasts like his mother. In the end, they merely continued on with stressing the paths they'd decided for him. His father ran various tests on the gas Douglas produced, trying to discover a medical use for it, while his mother continued his hero training with the thought that he would still be able to fight villains and save people with his unique ability.

In the private school he was sent to, Douglas did finally discover a way to help others. Or at least he thought he did. When the class got to rowdy and loud, he would "playfully" blow smoke rings at the loudest offenders, reducing the noise for a moment, and clearing it quickly so that the teacher could take charge. This didn't put him in the good graces of the popular kids growing up, but his teachers were willing to look the other way at the use of his quirk since it helped them keep order.

This changed once Douglas entered high school. His mother got her way, and Douglas entered a hero academy rather than a standard high school. Frustrated that he had no plans for the future of his own but unable to confront his parents, Douglas began to act out. Cutting class, using his smoke to conceal certain acts committed by himself and other students, and even outright lying to his parents about where he went and what he did. A phase that they were assured he would grow out of and either go to college or take the hero exams to become a proper hero and work with his mother.

When Alexander and Kannon woke to find their son missing from the house, they didn't think much of it. He'd taken to going on morning runs without his mother or tutors. He usually got home before breakfast, or would send a text that he went to get breakfast with some friends. When neither their son nor the text came, they began to worry. Calls immediately went to voicemail, and the gps on his phone had been disabled. Alexander wanted to contact the authorities immediately, but Kannon rationalized that with his physical skills and quirk, their son was one of the most difficult individuals to kidnap for a seventeen year old.

By the time she finished going through the laundry list of 'friends' and even some of the teacher's numbers to see if anyone had seen her son, it was too late. The only thing they could do was wait and hope that something like a ransom letter came. Though his allies would have loved to send one just for the chance of squeezing a little extra money out of his parents. As much as Douglas had been able to funnel from his allowance and lift from his parents, it wasn't enough for the band of likewise disenfranchised misanthropes he had been spending his days and evenings with. Douglas only held them back from trying by reminding them that his mother was a professional hero and had been the one to teach him all his 'sick ninja skills'. Sending a ransom letter was only going to get the lot of them caught.

The problem of drilling it into your son's head that he should pursue his unique means of helping others to the exclusion of almost all else came when your son figured out that the way he could help others wasn't exactly through legal means.

With all the stupid confidence and inexperience of a coddled rich kid, Douglas went walking face first into the wall of reality that even in a world of heroes, villains did still exist, as well as those caught in between. The wrong friends can get you caught up in the middle of a gang war with nothing to do but fight. His talent for ending fights quickly without killing and general athleticism got him recognition and unwanted responsibility. He was told that with his skills, he could help the local gang lord take over and bring peace to the turbulent underbelly of the cities where heroes didn't bother going.

He'd tried to ask his parents about gangs and how heroes handled those crimes too messy or not glamorous enough for the flashy and famous heroes. At every turn he was rebuffed either told that he needed to focus on his studies or that he would just have to remember to do something about it when he became a hero. Finally fed up with it all, he followed the example of several other members of the gang. He grabbed all the money he could, and ran away from home to devote his life to the gang, and the idea of peace that the gang lord promised.

Smartly, the gang leader Doomfist kept the impressionable but useful rich boy on the fringes of the operation. Douglas was fed lies as easily as he had learned to give them out, and made to work at first as just a scout. Someone who would go out, sneak around, get information, then come back. He would find high end businesses, drug drops of other gangs, possible hideouts and the like. All done under the pretense of liberating areas captured by other gangs, interrupting their criminal activities, and convincing their members to leave the gang life, or join the liberating force. He was never allowed to participate in any fighting beyond that initial brawl he'd been discovered in.

Doomfist tried to ease Douglas into the truth of what he was doing. Brutally dispatching all other gangs in the area and taking over their criminal operations to grow in power and prestige so that he could call himself a proper Villain. It was a hard sell, and Doomfist had the sense to back off whenever it looked like Douglas was starting to catch on without coming around to his side, and would distract him with some mission or task that suddenly came up. Unfortunately for him, Douglas had never been duped in the first place.

Even as Doomfist waged his brutal war of conquest over the other gangs, Douglas moved to sabotage both sides and ensure that innocents were never in harms way. Doomfist would find enemy drug caches, but they would start turning up empty or be raided by the police after they had been fully integrated into Doomfist's system. Enemy gang members would be waiting for Doomfist's men to come for them, leading to losses for both sides. Money would go missing from enemy gangs, only to turn up in the hands of Doomfist's men, leading to more conflict during times where the two sides could least afford it.

Douglas mixed up his target list, sabotaging the scouting discoveries of others as much as his own in equal measure. Even as Doomfist thought he grew stronger with territory acquisition, his resources were spread thinner and thinner, hampered at every turn by whatever boogieman, or boogie-men had suddenly descended on his underworld. And when the gang leader thought he was at the height of his power?When he thought he was ready to take on the heroes as a true villain? The heroes found him and his gang members first, and Douglas was nowhere to be found.

Of course, he couldn't go back to his parents now. He had not kept his hands wholly clean, and risked being considered a villain by them should he tell the truth. So with one status quo abandoned, and the other recently self destructing, he needs to find a new place and situation to spin his wheels while he decides what he really wants to do with his life.