App for gargleblasted. Complete.
OOC:
Name: Yami
Are you over 16?: Yessum.
Personal LJ: yacchan
Email: kefkaknight@gmail.com
Timezone: ES/DT
Other contact: AIM - kaizokuyacchan (or nezhaqiansui when adium decides to hate me)
Characters already in the game: Nope.
How did you find us?: Referred by kitsoru. Repeatedly.
IC:
Character name: Jason Todd
Fandom: Batman
Timeline: Post-Batman #650
Age: Hurrrr, comic book time. We'll say 20?
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: No real magic, perse. However, Jay is an uncannily good natural fighter who was trained first by Batman, then by various hired mercenaries. He's well versed in mixing toxins, explosives, sharp shooting, and various martial arts.
How would they use their abilities?: He's a wee bit psycho, so he might use his abilities to troll whoever happens to be around after he's gotten the basic lay of the land. Also Bruce. He also has a fairly demented sense of justice so uhh. He might feel compelled to right some wrongs on the ship. But mostly just stalking Bruce at first.
Appearance: 6'0, 225 lbs, according to the DC Comics Database. He's got black hair and blue eyes. Generally, Jay is broad shouldered with a very athletic build. He's not a gymnast like Dick (the first Robin), but he is very agile.
Background/Personality:
Jason Todd’s life really began when he met Batman one night in Gotham’s Crime Alley neighborhood. One of Gotham City’s many orphans living on the street, Jason decided it’d be good fun to steal the wheels off the Batmobile. He succeeded, but Bats showed up just before he could get away free and clear. Taking him under his wing (or I guess, cape in this case… <.<), Bruce Wayne enrolled Jay in a private school for troubled youth. Several months later, Jason earned Bruce’s trust by helping him bring down a gang of drug dealers. Following that, Jason trained for around six months under Batman’s severe, drill sergeant-like watch and eventually donned the Robin costume.
His term as Robin was uhh… Uneasy at best. Jason was constantly being compared to Dick Grayson (the first Robin), both physically and in behavior. Dick had a bit of a reputation as a golden child and Jay never seemed to measure up, despite his dedication to his training and his notable skills as Batman’s partner. Probably them most important difference was that Dick fully embraced Batman’s “No-Kill” philosophy, whereas Jason never got it. On one memorable occasion, Jason witnessed a criminal ‘slip’ off a very tall roof to his death. Batman arrived on the scene moments later, but Jason insisted the man ‘fell’. It’s never directly stated that Jason pushed him, but then again… It’s never been proved otherwise either.
On a separate occasion, Robin shattered a suspect’s collarbone prompting Batman to put him on a superhero timeout, completely suspended from all activities as Robin. Enraged, Jason ran back to his old neighborhood, only to find evidence that the woman who raised him was not his biological mother. Using the resources of Batman (specifically the Bat-Computer), he traced his birth mother to Ethiopia. Delighted to finally meet her, he didn’t realize that the Joker was blackmailing her until it was too late. Jay’s mother handed him over to Batman’s nemesis in full Robin costume under the stipulation that her own crimes in Ethiopia would be concealed. In actuality, the Joker brutally beat Jason, breaking his feet, among several ribs and other limbs with a crow bar. He then left Jay and his mother to die in an abandoned warehouse wherein he had left a time bomb. Batman arrived too late and could do nothing but bring the bodies back to Gotham for burial.
Several months passed. No missing persons reports were filled on Jason because, well. He wasn’t missing. He was physically and legally dead. For the most part.
As it turned out, fate had screwed up. Jason Todd wasn’t really meant to be killed by the Joker. In an act of mysterious divine intervention, fate rectified its mistake and reanimated Jason in his coffin. Though still terribly injured, Jason clawed his way out of the coffin and up through the ground, crawling two miles toward down before getting hit by a random car driving through. Jason was taken to Gotham General Hospital, but without medical records, missing persons’ reports, finger prints (no finger prints for Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth (Batman's trusty butler), Dick Grayson, or Jason Todd exist on any public record), it was impossible to identify him. To make matters worse, between the brutal head injuries inflicted on him by the Joker, and the subsequent being hit by a car, Jason had massive brain damage. If he remembered anything about Batman, Robin, or the Joker, he couldn’t vocalize it.
Jason fell into a vegetative state and was eventually moved into a facility for low functioning mental patients. One day, he abruptly woke up and walked out of the hospital onto the streets of Gotham. Almost completely mute, Jason stole whatever he needed to survive and existed more or less under the radar. No one recognized him as Robin. Well, almost no one.
One day, he got into a scuffle with a former wise guy turned hobo who Batman and Robin had taken down years earlier. This fellow recognized Jason and eventually the tip got back to Talia Al Ghul (Daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, one of Batman's biggest foes. Talia also had a fling with the caped crusader. Their relationship is complicated to say the least). Wanting to earn the favor of Batman, she had Jason plucked off the streets of Gotham and brought back to the League of Shadows’ home base. Ra’s Al Ghul (Father of Talia, semi-immortal leader of the League of Shadows and big bad for Batman) believed Jason to be a lost cause. A minor curiosity, but nothing more, and told Talia no to be distracted from her work. She disagreed and kept Jason, treating him as something between a younger brother and beloved pet.
Eventually, though Ra’s grew impatient with her and demanded that Jason be sent away. The night he was to leave happened to fall on the same night as one of Ra’s’ regular immortality granting dips in the Lazarus Pits. Going against everything her father would have wanted, Talia dressed Jason up as one of Ra’s’ helpers and pushed him into the pit, hoping it would restore his memory.
It worked, sort of. Jason’s memory was restored but he was mentally unstable. Talia gave him everything he’d need to set up, away from Ra’s’ control and kept in contact with him. About a day later, Jason discovered recent reports of the Joker escaping Arkham. Unable to handle the news that his surrogate father had refused to avenge him, Jason ditched Talia’s tales and dropped off the face of the Earth. He bought passage to Gotham where he plotted what would have been a highly successful murder attempt if he hadn’t pulled out at the last minute. Instead, Jason reconsidered and decided that instead of simply blowing up daddy-dearest, he wanted Bruce it know it was him and watch the old man die by his own two hands. He revealed this to Talia and she realized her father had been right all along. Jason would be nothing but bad news for Batman from here on out.
Lying to him and telling him that she agreed with his plots for revenge, Talia shipped Jason off to learn everything he’d need to know to defeat Batman’. Really, she was just distracting him with what could be interpreted as a series of demented babysitters. Jason learned chemistry (both toxins and explosive building), martial arts of all kinds, firearms, everything. For the most part, he kept his nose out of whatever illegal activities when on around him. The one exception to this being a child sex slave ring run by a German hit man from whom Jason was studying hand-to-hand combat. Killing all the guards involved then poisoning his teacher; Jason burned the compound to the ground after making sure the children were brought to the proper authorities. Talia commented that the rescue op was out of character for him, but Jason deflected any implications that his actions were ‘heroic’.
It should probably be noted here that the Red Hood: The Lost Days series is still running, thus info about Jason’s time spent training prior to popping up again in Gotham is still a little shaky. That story about the German hit man was in the most recent issue (August 2010). As more of the series is released, I’ll probably update this history.
The next time Jason popped up on Batman’s radar, he was dismissed as being a mind game of Hush. Jason kidnapped the third Robin (his replacement, Tim Drake) and brought him to the cemetery where he was buried. Eventually, Jason got his fight with Batman, but swapped with Clayface (shapeshifting enemy of Batman) toward the end of the battle. Batman continued to see visions of Jason, but believed it to be a result of the Scarecrow’s (former psychologist Jonathon Crane. Now super villainous doctor of fear and paranoia. Also an enemy of the Bat.) fear gas. However, Alfred found Jason’s domino mask in the Batmobile after one of the visions leading to speculation over whether or not they were simple visions.
Some months later, a mysterious figure calling himself the Red Hood started muscling in on the criminal enterprises in Gotham. He stole a crate of Kryptonite from the Black Mask (a psychotic drug and crime lord who wears, wouldn't you know it, a black skull mask) and ended up knee-deep in a battle between Batman, Nightwing (the identity assumed by Dick Grayson after he gave up being Robin), and Mr. Freeze (yet another of Batman's enemies.. He retreated from the battle having only wanted to ‘test the waters’ and hunted down the exiled Joker. The Red Hood (who, if you seriously can’t tell, is actually Jason) beat the Joker with a crowbar, but neglected to kill him.
Quickly taking control of the Gotham drug trade, the Red Hood essentially created a deadlock between himself and the Black Mask (Gotham’s other big drug lord). He bought off most of the Mask’s gangs, but forbid them from dealing to children. The Red Hoods illegal activities brought him into conflicts with Batman and Nightwing on more than one occasion. Realizing that the Red Hood’s moves are eerily familiar, Batman began to suspect that the Jason had never really died. These suspicions were more or less confirmed when he discovered that Jason’s coffin had been empty. Despite all this, Jason’s Robin uniform remained displayed as a memorial in the Batcave.
Around this same time, Jason broke into the Titans Tower to really confront his replacement, Tim Drake. They fought, though a little one-sidedly. Jason eventually took Tim down in the middle of the Hall of Fallen Titans, demanding that Tim confirm that he was the better Robin. Tim replied with a ‘yes’ before passing out and leaving Jason to tear the R patch from his costume. Jason eventually made peace with Tim, conceding that he is ‘good’, albeit grudgingly.
The return of the Red Hood ends with Jason using the Joker as bait to drag Batman into Crime Alley, near the very street on which they’d met. Batman and Jason fought, which the Joker took to be really, really good fun. The entire fight culminated in Jason tossing Batman a gun and holding the other to the Joker’s skull. Jason demanded to know why Batman had never killed the Joker, but then decided that it didn’t matter. Batman would have to decide between killing his surrogate son who had risen from the dead, or letting Jason shoot the Joker himself. Batman refused the play along and disarmed Jason with a cleverly placed Batarang, but the Joker wouldn’t allow the fight to end quite like that. Taking advantage of the chaos, the Joker activated a near by explosive and crashed the platform they were standing on into Gotham Harbor.
It’s at this point that Jason coughs up a lungful of delicious Gotham Harbor Water and finds himself on the USS Thor. Talk about a shitty day.
Why should that character be in this game: n/a
Why do you want to continue their history here: n/a
For applicants considering an alternate version of a character already in game, please use this as your chance to explain the key differences between your character and the one already in play: n/a
Have you read up on how the game works?: Yes, your planet/city/creepy jamjar explodes and you end up on the USS Thor. You work for money to maybe rebuild your planet, although that's hideously expensive. Talking to others is done through the FlamingFerret system. Money is earned through missions and being a refuge pity case. Or thieving, although that's generally frowned upon.
1st person sample:
[voice]
Aright. Two questions.
1) What kind of asshole hands somebody a digital book with "DON'T PANIC" written on the back and then tells them their planet has just been blown out of the sky, sucks to be them.
2) When are the assholes who did the blowing going to get around to telling the Justice League about it? Cause granted my memory's shit, but I think I remember them getting their super panties in a bunch over crap like that.
All that outta the way. Where can I grab a shower and maybe some bleach? I want to wash the stink of Gotham Harbor off me before I sprout fins.
Guess that makes this three questions. Woops.
3rd person sample:
DON’T PANIC.
The glowing yellow text mocked him. That seemed like a stupid thing to think given the events of the past several hours, but Jason found himself thinking it anyway. The glowing yellow was mocking him from the hard metallic back of what looked to be a digital display tablet. Somebody’s cheap rip off of the iPad in all its Chinese sweatshop-produced wonder. DON’T PANIC. Right.
He rubbed at his damp hair with the towel again. It was useless, almost dry now, sticking up every which way. He could feel the gum on the underside of the domino mask pulling away. Shit happened when you got tossed into Gotham Harbor. Jason wished he had the helmet. C-4 aside, the tin can would make it a lot easier to pretend none of this was happening.
If the disembodied voice piped in over an eerily clear PA system was to be believed, after dragging himself up out of quite probably mutagenic waters, Jason had become one of a few hundred refuges from Earth. It was destroyed. To make space for an interstellar highway of some kind. The voice informed him that they’d been trying to get a hold of the Earth government for months but that no one had answered. Fair was fair. Sacrifices had to be made for the sake of progress. Yeah maybe, but that was still bullshit.
If some kind of space highway patrol wanted to build a road, Jay was ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure that they’d have to go through the League to make it happen. Probably the Green Lantern Corps, too and about a zillion other spandex wearing super goodies who wanted to make it big. It wouldn’t just happen.
So, this had to be somebody’s idea of a practical joke. Why on him, Jay didn’t exactly no, but it probably didn’t matter. Fate had a habit of shitting on him, why should the rest of the galaxy be any different? He sneered down at the ugly yellow text at that thought. It still screamed DON’T PANIC at him silently. He wasn’t panicking. No, Jason didn’t panic. Dying kind of mellowed you out like that.
Instead, he picked himself up, resisting the urge to chuck the digital display that so mocked him across the room. The towel lay limply around his shoulders. His boots squeaked and squished when he moved, reminding him that it really hadn’t been that long ago since he’d had his hands around the clown’s throat. The Joker had mocked him too. Maybe he and that text were in cahoots. That was probably paranoia, but Jason was raised to be paranoid so he didn’t dwell on the psychological implications of it. That was all bunk anyhow.
The obnoxiously white room he’d found himself in gave way to an obnoxiously white hall. Space was terribly boring and sterile looking, apparently. Like and episode of Star Trek without the knowledge that everything was made out of cardboard and spray paint. He ran a mental inventory of everything on him at the moment. A few small small explosives were probably wet, but eventually usable in his boot. The carbon knife at his hip, a gun tucked into the holster on his back. Jesus Christ, didn’t they disarm refugees or something. Whatever. Their idiocy was his gain.
Pressing the domino back against his cheekbone, he extracted the gun. It wasn’t an AK, but it’d do for a little intimidation. If not, his near-suicidal confidence was usually enough to throw people the hell off. The hall opened up into another white room with a bunch of lost, towel totting, PDA clutching people. Thinking about it, Jason would place good money on them thinking the text was mocking them too.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, here’s how this is gonna work…”
Questions?: None that I can think of, thanks.
Did you put your characters name and fandom in the subject: Yessir.