Post by Jason Todd on Oct 8, 2017 3:58:56 GMT -5
Physical appearance:
Full name: Jason Peter Todd
Play by: Toni Mahfud
Alias: Red Hood
Canon or original: Canon
Alignment: Neutral
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Powers/Abilities: Jason has no superpowers, with the exception of accelerated healing and very slowed aging due to being dunked in the Lazarus Pit, though he has several exceptional abilities gained through years of practice.
Personality:
Jason, despite first appearance, is a soft-hearted bookworm. That tends to catch most people off-guard, given his 'rebel without a cause' look. He's always shown a great interest in literature, learning, and aiding those in need. He has a particular soft spot for the destitute and children. There's a strict set of rules he abides by and that he believes others should follow. First and foremost: never hurt children or deal drugs to them. That's grounds for immediate execution. No hurting innocents. Give the scum of the underworld what they deserve. It's all an Eye for an Eye. Unlike most heroes, he fully believes in killing criminals that deserve it, often putting him at odds with the Capes-and-Tights Community.
One thing all can agree on is that Jason's got a hair-trigger temper. Ever since his days as Robin, he's been quick to anger and quick to violence. After his death and resurrection in the Lazarus Pits, his temper was all the worse. He was driven to the brink of madness from the waters and found it difficult to control himself when enraged.
He hides his hurt and discomfort behind layers of snark, sarcasm, rage, and theatrics. His usual method of dealing with problems is blowing them up or avoiding them if they're the emotional sort. He's got the patented Batfamily emotional constipation and inability to deal with feelings unless absolutely forced to. He's well known for making jokes about having died before. It's his method of coping with the trauma endured. Though he attempts to hide it, his anxiety and depression are rather prominent. He also deals with suicidal ideation and intense self-loathing.
Three likes:
Chili dogs
The thrill of a fight and rush of a free-fall
Books
Three dislikes:
The Joker
The Joker Anyone who harms children in any way
The Joker Watching criminals walk free/how dysfunctional the justice system is
Brief history: Jason was born to Willis Todd and Sheila Haywood, though he was led to believe Catherine Todd was his mother up until he was fifteen. He was raised in Crime Alley, in Gotham City. His father was abusive and part of the criminal Two-Face's gang and his mother (Catherine) was a drug addict. Eventually, his father was arrested, and later killed in prison. Catherine overdosed and died. Jason, still a child, found her body. The memory still haunts him.
He was left to fend for himself and lived in an abandoned apartment. Jason would steal, among other unsavory things, to get by. That led to him one day attempting to steal the tires off the Batmobile. Amazingly, he was able to get three off. On the fourth one, Batman dropped in on him. Showing his bold nature, he hit Batman with the tire iron, insulted him, and ran. Batman, seeing potential in the boy, chased him down. When he saw how the child lived, he adopted the boy. Jason would go on to become the second Robin.
His tenure as the Boy Wonder would be cut short. After learning that Catherine was not his birth mother, but Sheila Haywood was, he went to meet her in Ethiopia. That would prove a grave mistake, as she sold him out to the Joker. There, he was tortured as she sat by and watched. Eventually, he was locked in the warehouse with her and a ticking time bomb. Despite her betrayal, he attempted to use his broken body to shield her from the blast. The autopsy confirmed he died from smoke asphyxiation at fifteen years old.
One year later, he was resurrected in his coffin. Jason clawed his way out of his own grave and wandered around like a nearly catatonic zombie. Word reached Talia al Ghul about Jason and she brought him to the Lazarus Pits to fully bring him back. Unfortunately, the waters of the Pit drove him a bit mad. Learning he was both replaced and the Joker was still alive, he sought revenged against Bruce Wayne and his replacement, Tim Drake. Before returning to Gotham for his retribution, Jason traveled the world and studied from the best in the ways of killing and fighting. After learning all he needed, he'd kill his mentors, as they were just the sort of scum he hated: rapists, human traffickers, and murderers.
Jason nearly killed Tim and fought Dick Grayson for the cowl after Bruce disappeared. He took over much of the criminal underground with his Red Hood moniker. However, his attempts to kill those he felt betrayed him didn't end the way he wanted. The Batfamily remained whole and the Joker remained alive. Years have passed, and he's gained relative control of his Pit Madness and has tentatively been rebuilding the bridges burned with the Batfamily; his family.
Roleplay Sample:
It hadn't taken much convincing on Dick's part to get Jason to stay the rest of the night. Truthfully, Jason didn't really want to leave. His anxiety and the lingering effects of the Pit, however, wanted him to hightail it out of there ASAP. It left the taste of ash on his tongue and his stomach twisting in knots. The desire for the comfort Dick offered warred with the completely rational (alright, maybe only slightly rational) fear that Bruce was going to kick the door in at any second. To be fair, Bruce had absolutely zero concept of privacy and personal boundaries when it came to others, particularly his 'children'.
That's how he found himself sprawled out on Dick's couch at five in the morning. He slept in fits and shifts. The nightmares chased away his rest and the unease at being in a place he wasn't absolutely sure was safe didn't help. By six, he was ready to leave. There was a stab of pain at the thought. He didn't want to leave, but he had to. He didn't want to be alone, but that was the only way he'd really feel safe, wasn't it? Damn, if that thought didn't hurt. That's who he is now, though. A broken and battered shell of a man, only comforted in his solitude but yearning for so much more. He battled back the thickness in his throat as he started to put on his boots. All he had to do was slip out the window, no need to wake Dick. For a moment, he wondered how Dick would react. Would he think this was all just a fever dream, a hallucination of what could be? Last night only proved that it wouldn't be the first time such a thing happened. Maybe he'd leave a note, just to reassure his brother.
So much had gone wrong in his life, well, lives, but this right here? This was good so far. It numbed some of the hurt that raged inside him; quieted the hissing of the Pit. It anchored him in the present and reminded him that maybe, just maybe, things didn't have to be so bad. So, he feared he'd lose it and be left to fight the black of his own pain by himself. He was terrified to be alone again with the monster lurking beneath his skin. It almost felt inevitable. Fate had a way of being a total bitch to him, and he wasn't talking about Nabu.
His mind drifted to the man in the next room and a heavy feeling settled in his gut. It was only a matter of time before Dick wanted to talk about what happened to him. Jason wasn't sure how to address it. The wounds, while years old, still felt so fresh and raw. Then there was the matter of morality. There was no way in hell Dick would ever agree with his view on killing scumbags like Blockbuster and Tarantula. They'd be lucky to walk away from that conversation with minimal bruising. And then there was Bruce. He didn't even know where to even begin with that. It all made him feel a bit sick. It felt like the sand in the hourglass was slipping by faster and faster. It was only a matter of time before this comfort he's found was torn away. He'd probably be the one ripping it to shreds because what else did he know to do but self-destruct? His heart clenched at the viperous imaginings racing through his head.
Full name: Jason Peter Todd
Play by: Toni Mahfud
Alias: Red Hood
Canon or original: Canon
Alignment: Neutral
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Powers/Abilities: Jason has no superpowers, with the exception of accelerated healing and very slowed aging due to being dunked in the Lazarus Pit, though he has several exceptional abilities gained through years of practice.
- Master Martial Artist: Jason Todd is a highly skilled combatant trained by Batman. His fighting style focuses on brutality, strength, and speed; he is shown to have studied over half-a dozen fighting styles and has proven to be a master of Aikido, Capoeira, Karate, Ninjutsu, Savate, Krav Maga, Kickboxing, and Tae Kwon Do. He's received training from numerous martial arts masters such as Batman, Nightwing, Bronze Tiger, Lady Shiva and the All-Caste. He was considered their most successful pupil earning him respect and secrets only he has been able to unlock.
- Master Marksman
- Escapology
- Expert Acrobat
- Skilled Swordsman
- Skilled Detective
- Multi-Lingual: Jason is fluent in several languages having spoken English, French, German, Italian and various others with Russian being his weakest.
- Genius-Level Intellect: He has deep knowledge in many subjects, including Science, Math, Medicine, Geography, Criminology, World History and English. He has also proven to be a highly efficient criminal strategist and organized as the Red Hood.
- Expert Bomb Assembly and Diffusal: Taught by a world-renowned bomb expert in Russia, Jason is able to assemble and defuse a wide variety of conventional explosive devices, from improvised to military grade designs.
Personality:
Jason, despite first appearance, is a soft-hearted bookworm. That tends to catch most people off-guard, given his 'rebel without a cause' look. He's always shown a great interest in literature, learning, and aiding those in need. He has a particular soft spot for the destitute and children. There's a strict set of rules he abides by and that he believes others should follow. First and foremost: never hurt children or deal drugs to them. That's grounds for immediate execution. No hurting innocents. Give the scum of the underworld what they deserve. It's all an Eye for an Eye. Unlike most heroes, he fully believes in killing criminals that deserve it, often putting him at odds with the Capes-and-Tights Community.
One thing all can agree on is that Jason's got a hair-trigger temper. Ever since his days as Robin, he's been quick to anger and quick to violence. After his death and resurrection in the Lazarus Pits, his temper was all the worse. He was driven to the brink of madness from the waters and found it difficult to control himself when enraged.
He hides his hurt and discomfort behind layers of snark, sarcasm, rage, and theatrics. His usual method of dealing with problems is blowing them up or avoiding them if they're the emotional sort. He's got the patented Batfamily emotional constipation and inability to deal with feelings unless absolutely forced to. He's well known for making jokes about having died before. It's his method of coping with the trauma endured. Though he attempts to hide it, his anxiety and depression are rather prominent. He also deals with suicidal ideation and intense self-loathing.
Three likes:
Chili dogs
The thrill of a fight and rush of a free-fall
Books
Three dislikes:
The Joker
Brief history: Jason was born to Willis Todd and Sheila Haywood, though he was led to believe Catherine Todd was his mother up until he was fifteen. He was raised in Crime Alley, in Gotham City. His father was abusive and part of the criminal Two-Face's gang and his mother (Catherine) was a drug addict. Eventually, his father was arrested, and later killed in prison. Catherine overdosed and died. Jason, still a child, found her body. The memory still haunts him.
He was left to fend for himself and lived in an abandoned apartment. Jason would steal, among other unsavory things, to get by. That led to him one day attempting to steal the tires off the Batmobile. Amazingly, he was able to get three off. On the fourth one, Batman dropped in on him. Showing his bold nature, he hit Batman with the tire iron, insulted him, and ran. Batman, seeing potential in the boy, chased him down. When he saw how the child lived, he adopted the boy. Jason would go on to become the second Robin.
His tenure as the Boy Wonder would be cut short. After learning that Catherine was not his birth mother, but Sheila Haywood was, he went to meet her in Ethiopia. That would prove a grave mistake, as she sold him out to the Joker. There, he was tortured as she sat by and watched. Eventually, he was locked in the warehouse with her and a ticking time bomb. Despite her betrayal, he attempted to use his broken body to shield her from the blast. The autopsy confirmed he died from smoke asphyxiation at fifteen years old.
One year later, he was resurrected in his coffin. Jason clawed his way out of his own grave and wandered around like a nearly catatonic zombie. Word reached Talia al Ghul about Jason and she brought him to the Lazarus Pits to fully bring him back. Unfortunately, the waters of the Pit drove him a bit mad. Learning he was both replaced and the Joker was still alive, he sought revenged against Bruce Wayne and his replacement, Tim Drake. Before returning to Gotham for his retribution, Jason traveled the world and studied from the best in the ways of killing and fighting. After learning all he needed, he'd kill his mentors, as they were just the sort of scum he hated: rapists, human traffickers, and murderers.
Jason nearly killed Tim and fought Dick Grayson for the cowl after Bruce disappeared. He took over much of the criminal underground with his Red Hood moniker. However, his attempts to kill those he felt betrayed him didn't end the way he wanted. The Batfamily remained whole and the Joker remained alive. Years have passed, and he's gained relative control of his Pit Madness and has tentatively been rebuilding the bridges burned with the Batfamily; his family.
Roleplay Sample:
It hadn't taken much convincing on Dick's part to get Jason to stay the rest of the night. Truthfully, Jason didn't really want to leave. His anxiety and the lingering effects of the Pit, however, wanted him to hightail it out of there ASAP. It left the taste of ash on his tongue and his stomach twisting in knots. The desire for the comfort Dick offered warred with the completely rational (alright, maybe only slightly rational) fear that Bruce was going to kick the door in at any second. To be fair, Bruce had absolutely zero concept of privacy and personal boundaries when it came to others, particularly his 'children'.
That's how he found himself sprawled out on Dick's couch at five in the morning. He slept in fits and shifts. The nightmares chased away his rest and the unease at being in a place he wasn't absolutely sure was safe didn't help. By six, he was ready to leave. There was a stab of pain at the thought. He didn't want to leave, but he had to. He didn't want to be alone, but that was the only way he'd really feel safe, wasn't it? Damn, if that thought didn't hurt. That's who he is now, though. A broken and battered shell of a man, only comforted in his solitude but yearning for so much more. He battled back the thickness in his throat as he started to put on his boots. All he had to do was slip out the window, no need to wake Dick. For a moment, he wondered how Dick would react. Would he think this was all just a fever dream, a hallucination of what could be? Last night only proved that it wouldn't be the first time such a thing happened. Maybe he'd leave a note, just to reassure his brother.
So much had gone wrong in his life, well, lives, but this right here? This was good so far. It numbed some of the hurt that raged inside him; quieted the hissing of the Pit. It anchored him in the present and reminded him that maybe, just maybe, things didn't have to be so bad. So, he feared he'd lose it and be left to fight the black of his own pain by himself. He was terrified to be alone again with the monster lurking beneath his skin. It almost felt inevitable. Fate had a way of being a total bitch to him, and he wasn't talking about Nabu.
His mind drifted to the man in the next room and a heavy feeling settled in his gut. It was only a matter of time before Dick wanted to talk about what happened to him. Jason wasn't sure how to address it. The wounds, while years old, still felt so fresh and raw. Then there was the matter of morality. There was no way in hell Dick would ever agree with his view on killing scumbags like Blockbuster and Tarantula. They'd be lucky to walk away from that conversation with minimal bruising. And then there was Bruce. He didn't even know where to even begin with that. It all made him feel a bit sick. It felt like the sand in the hourglass was slipping by faster and faster. It was only a matter of time before this comfort he's found was torn away. He'd probably be the one ripping it to shreds because what else did he know to do but self-destruct? His heart clenched at the viperous imaginings racing through his head.