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waywardbirdP L A Y E R;
NAME: Queenie
AGE: 22
PLAYER JOURNAL:queensbeforekings
TIMEZONE: EST
CONTACT: PM and![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: n/a
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Jason Todd
CANON: DC Comics
POINT IN CANON: Red Hood: Lost Days #5
AGE: 17-18 (we have no specific age, but the timeline puts it around there)
APPEARANCE: There he is. We can either thank genetics or the pit, but Jason is regardless a very large man (or will be, at this point). Proportionally, out of all the Robins he's the one closest to Bruce's height and weight, putting him around 6'2" and weighing in around 190 lbs. He has black hair and blue-green eyes and, from what we know of the comics, a fairly mixed heritage. When trying to find out who his biological mom was, Lady Shiva (a Chinese martial arts master) was a real contender. So implied its that Jason isn't white, but passing-white at the very least.
CANON HISTORY: Jason Todd on the Batman wikia. The article gives a good rundown, but omits details about Jason's specific canon point; after being shoved into the Lazarus Pit by Talia al Ghul, Jason learns that Batman didn't avenge him. Fueled by his anger, Jason decides to get revenge for himself if Bruce won't do it and travels the world learning from different masters across the globe. He learns how to fight and actually kill, he learns how to poison people, how to make bombs; and once he's learned all he can, Jason kills his teachers, seeing them as the kind of people the Batman refuses to kill but who deserve to die such as pedophiles and human traffickers.
CANON PERSONALITY:
At his core, Jason is a protector. Sometimes it's hard to remember that beyond all the rage, all he honestly wants is to protect people who can't protect themselves. He wants to see Gotham become a better place, a place where kids don't have to steal tires to survive or worry about where their next meal is coming from or avoid the drug dealers hanging around their school yards. He wants Gotham to be a safe. He really does. But since his death and resurrection, Jason's methods have changed-- and there lies the problem. He's always had problems with anger, even before Bruce took him in. It was even part of the main reason why Bruce took him in; to help
Jason channel that anger towards something productive. But then he died. And then he came back, brain damaged and hurting. And then, in an act of desperation, Jason Todd was shoved into a Lazarus Pit.
No one who ever enters the Pit comes out of it the same way. The Pit made Ra's al Ghul crazy. It made Jason Todd worse.
He's angry at Bruce for being unavenged. He's angry because he sees Tim Drake as a replacement, making him just another cog in Bruce's fucked up machine. He's angry that even though they work and work, nothing ever changes. And then, through all that rage, Jason Todd has a revelation; nothing ever changes because nothing is ever done the way it should be. He's frustrated, enraged, and lacking a proper outlet for it, he channels it all towards his role as the vigilante Bruce Wayne refuses to be. Before, it was a manageable kind of anger, channeled easily. Now, it's gone homicidal.
Especially at this canon point, its easy to define Jason by his anger. He's a self-absorbed teenager, its anger is obvious. But that's always been Jason's problem; it's all people define him as.
Jason is also very studious, getting exceptional grades when he was in school and since then proving himself a faithful student in practical lessons. He dedicates himself to his lessons and his causes, giving them all of his time and effort. After returning, Jason basically gave up any semblance of a regular life. He never returned to school, he never got a job or a cover of any kind-- he let himself stay 'dead' in order to dedicate his new life to this cause.
Part of what makes him so smart is that Jason is very quick on his feet. When faced with the Russian mob, at least 10 guns trained on him with a burning building behind him, instead of trying to fight his way out, Jason thought his way through it-- and then fought. He's a good actor, it’s easy for him to key into the right kind of emotions to show, the right sort of strategies to take.
One of the side effects of the Pit is that while further skewing his negative emotions, it also did a number on many of his positive ones. Jason had always had a sense of humor, quick wit that really helped cement his role as Robin, but the Pit or his own cynicism has really pushed Jason's sense of humor to a drier place. He's become something of a smart ass, always with coy comments and sarcastic remarks. While he seems to enjoy in his own way, it can be frustrating for others. It's both a blessing and a curse.
When he was younger, he used these kinds of things in a positive way. Jason's always been empathetic, always knowing how other people around him are feeling. But now, Jason's intentions are less noble than they used to be. Now, Jason can see how someone is feeling and use that as a weapon against them. Those kinds of manipulations are just another thing that the Pit probably didn't help.
Jason's life could have been a lot different. If he hadn't died, hadn't been thrown in the Pit, Jason could have lived a happier life. But he did and so he didn't. Jason is on a rapid descent, but he hasn't reached rock bottom yet. Because under all that anger and hate and cynicism and sarcasm, there is Jason Todd. A kid who likes Neapolitan ice cream and chili dogs and rock music and the color green. A part of him still has hope that Bruce will do something, do anything.
Of course, Bruce never will. But Jason doesn't know that yet. And so he'll keep fighting and hurting and working towards impossible goals because that's what Jason Todd does. It's in his nature.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: n/a
ABILITIES: A full list on the Batman Wikia.
INVENTORY;
+ the clothes on his back
+ 4 guns
+ 2 knives (one for each shoe)
+ a bad attitude.
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW?
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE:
Why do you think I'm doing this?
[ The figure of Jason Todd stood just outside the sight of a window, left in shadow while the edges of the windowsill cut a pretty shape of light on the floor below him. Against his ear was a phone. A direct line to Talia al Ghul.
Talia was a tricky character. Jason respected her, admired her skill, her ruthlessness, her strength and her pride-- but he knew she wasn't perfect. She dealt with things and people that were unsavory, sickening to some, but she did it anyway because she had to. She had her roles. Her contacts, his new found teachers, were the same way-- also significantly less than perfect. But they lacked the necessary justifications, the inkling of greater purpose behind their webs of violence and deceit. Jason hated these people. They were trash. Garbage.
And so of course, Jason felt it was only appropriate for him to take them out. ]
I'm not doing it for me, if that's what you think. I'm doing it for them, Talia! You didn't see it, god damn it.
[ He paces, the voice on the other line unheard. He stops, free fist balling up. ]
There were forty of them! Drugged to the gills and-- and they weren't even ten years old.
[ There's a pause as Talia speaks. His shoulders slump. ]
Fine. I'll meet you there.
[ Looks like he'll have to explain this one in person. ]
PROSE SAMPLE:
There was something very satisfying about the crunch of a nose under a pair of well-worn boots. You could feel it through the sole, that crumbling of cartilage almost resembling the sensation of stepping on an aluminum can. The blood would splatter and the thug would scream as their bones were turned into mush or shoved into their brain pan. Satisfying. Very satisfying.
Wherever Jason Todd goes, a fight tends to follow. He wasn’t sure if it was just his notorious bad luck, a series of coincidence or both, but it seemed like everything he did ended up in a blood bath. This time it wasn’t even his fault; he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But he didn’t mind, not really.
This was where Jason felt at home. This moment, this adrenaline rush— this was where Jason thrived.
An arm looped around his neck and Jason turned his attention away from his thoughts and back at the task at hand. Right. Fighting. He threw back his elbow, hitting the man in the kidney. The thug howled in pain. The arm loosened slightly, giving Jason just enough room to slip through and turn around in a quick motion throwing his other elbow into the man’s jugular, cutting off his cry of pain with a sharp folding of his windpipe.
“Two down--”
A second man rushed him, a knife in his hand. Jason rolled out of the way, aiming a kick at the back of his knee as he went, before bounding forward to use the brick wall of the alleyway as a spring board. Flips and shit; a skill gained from many years of trying to be someone else. Jason landed in front of the man, smirking. It’s just about the only useful skill Dick Grayson ever gave him.
“One to go.”
Everything else, however—that was just Jason. A shot echoed through the tight space and the man with the knife toppled, Jason standing in front of him with a gun. Dick would have taken out one of his dumb sticks in that split second the acrobatics gave him. Jason had decided a more direct approach would be faster.
He turned to the man struggling to breathe, already turning slightly blue. He stared up at Jason in horror, shaking his head even before Jason spoke.
“Sorry big guy, you have to go too. Can’t let anybody know about me yet, hm?” He leveled the gun in his face, pointing right between the eyes. “Say ‘Hi’ to the man upstairs for me.”
NAME: Queenie
AGE: 22
PLAYER JOURNAL:
queensbeforekingsTIMEZONE: EST
CONTACT: PM and
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: n/a
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Jason Todd
CANON: DC Comics
POINT IN CANON: Red Hood: Lost Days #5
AGE: 17-18 (we have no specific age, but the timeline puts it around there)
APPEARANCE: There he is. We can either thank genetics or the pit, but Jason is regardless a very large man (or will be, at this point). Proportionally, out of all the Robins he's the one closest to Bruce's height and weight, putting him around 6'2" and weighing in around 190 lbs. He has black hair and blue-green eyes and, from what we know of the comics, a fairly mixed heritage. When trying to find out who his biological mom was, Lady Shiva (a Chinese martial arts master) was a real contender. So implied its that Jason isn't white, but passing-white at the very least.
CANON HISTORY: Jason Todd on the Batman wikia. The article gives a good rundown, but omits details about Jason's specific canon point; after being shoved into the Lazarus Pit by Talia al Ghul, Jason learns that Batman didn't avenge him. Fueled by his anger, Jason decides to get revenge for himself if Bruce won't do it and travels the world learning from different masters across the globe. He learns how to fight and actually kill, he learns how to poison people, how to make bombs; and once he's learned all he can, Jason kills his teachers, seeing them as the kind of people the Batman refuses to kill but who deserve to die such as pedophiles and human traffickers.
CANON PERSONALITY:
At his core, Jason is a protector. Sometimes it's hard to remember that beyond all the rage, all he honestly wants is to protect people who can't protect themselves. He wants to see Gotham become a better place, a place where kids don't have to steal tires to survive or worry about where their next meal is coming from or avoid the drug dealers hanging around their school yards. He wants Gotham to be a safe. He really does. But since his death and resurrection, Jason's methods have changed-- and there lies the problem. He's always had problems with anger, even before Bruce took him in. It was even part of the main reason why Bruce took him in; to help
Jason channel that anger towards something productive. But then he died. And then he came back, brain damaged and hurting. And then, in an act of desperation, Jason Todd was shoved into a Lazarus Pit.
No one who ever enters the Pit comes out of it the same way. The Pit made Ra's al Ghul crazy. It made Jason Todd worse.
He's angry at Bruce for being unavenged. He's angry because he sees Tim Drake as a replacement, making him just another cog in Bruce's fucked up machine. He's angry that even though they work and work, nothing ever changes. And then, through all that rage, Jason Todd has a revelation; nothing ever changes because nothing is ever done the way it should be. He's frustrated, enraged, and lacking a proper outlet for it, he channels it all towards his role as the vigilante Bruce Wayne refuses to be. Before, it was a manageable kind of anger, channeled easily. Now, it's gone homicidal.
Especially at this canon point, its easy to define Jason by his anger. He's a self-absorbed teenager, its anger is obvious. But that's always been Jason's problem; it's all people define him as.
Jason is also very studious, getting exceptional grades when he was in school and since then proving himself a faithful student in practical lessons. He dedicates himself to his lessons and his causes, giving them all of his time and effort. After returning, Jason basically gave up any semblance of a regular life. He never returned to school, he never got a job or a cover of any kind-- he let himself stay 'dead' in order to dedicate his new life to this cause.
Part of what makes him so smart is that Jason is very quick on his feet. When faced with the Russian mob, at least 10 guns trained on him with a burning building behind him, instead of trying to fight his way out, Jason thought his way through it-- and then fought. He's a good actor, it’s easy for him to key into the right kind of emotions to show, the right sort of strategies to take.
One of the side effects of the Pit is that while further skewing his negative emotions, it also did a number on many of his positive ones. Jason had always had a sense of humor, quick wit that really helped cement his role as Robin, but the Pit or his own cynicism has really pushed Jason's sense of humor to a drier place. He's become something of a smart ass, always with coy comments and sarcastic remarks. While he seems to enjoy in his own way, it can be frustrating for others. It's both a blessing and a curse.
When he was younger, he used these kinds of things in a positive way. Jason's always been empathetic, always knowing how other people around him are feeling. But now, Jason's intentions are less noble than they used to be. Now, Jason can see how someone is feeling and use that as a weapon against them. Those kinds of manipulations are just another thing that the Pit probably didn't help.
Jason's life could have been a lot different. If he hadn't died, hadn't been thrown in the Pit, Jason could have lived a happier life. But he did and so he didn't. Jason is on a rapid descent, but he hasn't reached rock bottom yet. Because under all that anger and hate and cynicism and sarcasm, there is Jason Todd. A kid who likes Neapolitan ice cream and chili dogs and rock music and the color green. A part of him still has hope that Bruce will do something, do anything.
Of course, Bruce never will. But Jason doesn't know that yet. And so he'll keep fighting and hurting and working towards impossible goals because that's what Jason Todd does. It's in his nature.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: n/a
ABILITIES: A full list on the Batman Wikia.
INVENTORY;
+ the clothes on his back
+ 4 guns
+ 2 knives (one for each shoe)
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW?
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE:
Why do you think I'm doing this?
[ The figure of Jason Todd stood just outside the sight of a window, left in shadow while the edges of the windowsill cut a pretty shape of light on the floor below him. Against his ear was a phone. A direct line to Talia al Ghul.
Talia was a tricky character. Jason respected her, admired her skill, her ruthlessness, her strength and her pride-- but he knew she wasn't perfect. She dealt with things and people that were unsavory, sickening to some, but she did it anyway because she had to. She had her roles. Her contacts, his new found teachers, were the same way-- also significantly less than perfect. But they lacked the necessary justifications, the inkling of greater purpose behind their webs of violence and deceit. Jason hated these people. They were trash. Garbage.
And so of course, Jason felt it was only appropriate for him to take them out. ]
I'm not doing it for me, if that's what you think. I'm doing it for them, Talia! You didn't see it, god damn it.
[ He paces, the voice on the other line unheard. He stops, free fist balling up. ]
There were forty of them! Drugged to the gills and-- and they weren't even ten years old.
[ There's a pause as Talia speaks. His shoulders slump. ]
Fine. I'll meet you there.
[ Looks like he'll have to explain this one in person. ]
PROSE SAMPLE:
There was something very satisfying about the crunch of a nose under a pair of well-worn boots. You could feel it through the sole, that crumbling of cartilage almost resembling the sensation of stepping on an aluminum can. The blood would splatter and the thug would scream as their bones were turned into mush or shoved into their brain pan. Satisfying. Very satisfying.
Wherever Jason Todd goes, a fight tends to follow. He wasn’t sure if it was just his notorious bad luck, a series of coincidence or both, but it seemed like everything he did ended up in a blood bath. This time it wasn’t even his fault; he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But he didn’t mind, not really.
This was where Jason felt at home. This moment, this adrenaline rush— this was where Jason thrived.
An arm looped around his neck and Jason turned his attention away from his thoughts and back at the task at hand. Right. Fighting. He threw back his elbow, hitting the man in the kidney. The thug howled in pain. The arm loosened slightly, giving Jason just enough room to slip through and turn around in a quick motion throwing his other elbow into the man’s jugular, cutting off his cry of pain with a sharp folding of his windpipe.
“Two down--”
A second man rushed him, a knife in his hand. Jason rolled out of the way, aiming a kick at the back of his knee as he went, before bounding forward to use the brick wall of the alleyway as a spring board. Flips and shit; a skill gained from many years of trying to be someone else. Jason landed in front of the man, smirking. It’s just about the only useful skill Dick Grayson ever gave him.
“One to go.”
Everything else, however—that was just Jason. A shot echoed through the tight space and the man with the knife toppled, Jason standing in front of him with a gun. Dick would have taken out one of his dumb sticks in that split second the acrobatics gave him. Jason had decided a more direct approach would be faster.
He turned to the man struggling to breathe, already turning slightly blue. He stared up at Jason in horror, shaking his head even before Jason spoke.
“Sorry big guy, you have to go too. Can’t let anybody know about me yet, hm?” He leveled the gun in his face, pointing right between the eyes. “Say ‘Hi’ to the man upstairs for me.”