Name: Damian Wayne aka Robin V
Series: DC Comics
Age: 10
Canon: In a world where the most feared vigilante is a rich boy dressed as a giant bat, there can only be supervillians must be outlandish to match. Take Ra's al Ghul: he has been alive for centuries, thanks to various natural fountains of youth, called the Lazarus Pits, and he wishes to rid the world of negative forces. A morally ambiguous figure, Ra's has a daughter, Talia, who has several dalliances with Batman. One of these dalliances just happens to turn into a boy named Damian.
Hidden from his father for the first ten years of his life, Damian was created in an artificial womb and trained by the League of Assassins to be a brutal and ruthless fighter. His physical training is aided by the fact that he's incredibly smart and quick at learning everything. With all of these natural talents and his impressive lineage, one may think that Damian is the perfect picture of do-good vigilante with an exemplary vocabulary. One would be quite wrong. Damian is loud, obnoxious, has a holier-than-thou personality, foul mouth, and violent tendencies. Very violent tendencies. He believes that he is the one true son of Batman, and all the fakers and haters can go you-know-what. His rash, insufferable exterior has a nougat of good buried in the center, though: he craves positive attention from role models and actually does have a desire to do good. It just may be an elusive desire.
Note: Bruce Wayne is dead! Dick Grayson, aka Robin I, is now Batman.
Sample Post:
Where am I? When did Gotham turn into a !@#$n' swamp hole? Well, rural !@#$n' swamp hole. This sucks. I can't believe I'm lost... Maybe I didn't get lost. You know what? I bet they did that on purpose! Drop me off in the middle of a $%# bog, huh! I'll show them. They're just jealous of my mad skills. Everyone knows that I'd make a better Batman than Dickweed over there, anyway. It's only right that the true son of Batman take his place. I bet this is a test. I'll succeed and do better than anyone else ever has. I just have to- Ow! What the hell! Where did all these #*@! symbols come fr- There it is again! They're just. They're just floating there. This is stupid. What kind of lame-o supervillain makes symbols come out of my mouth instead of cuss words?! That's just supersucky is what that is. Ha! I can say "sucky!" Take that, lame-o supervillain!
Bet you didn't think I'd brought my sword, you little pieces of sh- Auugh! This is so annoying! Hn. At least the symbols slice easily. Now I just have to get through the rest... There! Take that, bitches, I am victorious over grammar! Try to censor me? Yeah, like you could. Batman would never let anyone censor him, why do you think I would? Now let's see if we can find someone in this place who could tell me how to get the hell out. Hey! You over there, lame-brain, get over here. At a pace faster than a shuffle, or a ramble, or whatever the hell you're doing. Oh my god, could you take any longer? I'm getting old, here! ...On second thought, ewww stay there. You reek! What are you, some sort of horrible Lazarus Pit reject? Even my crazy old grandfather makes a better zombie than you. You're doing it all wrong.
For example, that shambling shtick? Lose it! Everyone expects zombies to be super slow, but you're not going to get anywhere at that rate. You come in at negative-one-billion miles per hour, and some dude's got a shovel ready to lob your head off. And the brains thing, come on. OLLLLLLLD. Could you get any more retro? Modern zombies are after hearts these days. And brains aren't really that good for you, you know. Sure, they have a lot of lean protein, but they also have a ton of cholesterol, so you're just asking for a blood pressure spike... If you still have blood. Which you should, because it's no fun to kill things that don't.
Speaking of which, I'm bored. Who wants to die again first? And don't give me that look. No one's here to tell me no, so it must be okay.
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