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PLAYER
Name: Queenie
Age: 20
Personal Journal: queensbeforekings
E-mail: imaginingautumn@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc:

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CHARACTER

Name: Jason Todd
Canon: DC Comics
Age: 20? (Due to the wonky world of comics and time, there's really no way to know exactly how old any of these people are. Jason can be anywhere between 19-23 at this point. My guess is closer to the 19/20 range due to a couple different factors but really, it's a mystery.)
Timeline: Directly after the events of Under the Red Hood.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality:

At his core, Jason is a protector. Sometimes it's hard to remember that all he honestly wants is to protect people who can't protect themselves; after all, Jason is also an incredibly angry, revenge-driven, slightly psychotic individual. Before he died, he was still an angry kid, but a good one at heart. Being thrown in the Lazarus Pit, however, really fucked him up. (Lazarus Pit's on Wikipedia.)

The Lazarus Pit is known to have some pretty bad side-effects. People just really aren't meant to be brought back; death is a one way street and while Jason really appreciates being alive, he also acknowledges that his shit is fucked. He just can't think straight as well as he used to. Sure, he's got a cold calculating side but his anger can really get the better of him sometimes. It just feels so personal when he sees someone threaten a kid or a pimp beat up one of the working girls and before he knows it, the world all looks green and people are eating teeth for dinner. At the heart of it, his anger is built on an intense sense of injustice and empathy with the forgotten people (women, children, the poor, the afflicted, etc). The Lazarus pit took that and multiplied it exponentially into the raging inferno it is now. It's shown that Jason does calm down as time passes and the anger does subside little by little, but quite frankly the man is never going to be the person he used to be.

He's not all anger and hatred, though. Jason appreciates humor and the little things; he was Robin, after all (once a robin, always a robin). He likes rock and roll and the color green, leather jackets and big explosions. He likes it when he sees people getting the help they need and he likes it when kids aren't sleeping in alleyways and drug dealers aren't hanging around school yards. There is a softer side, under all that hate. It's just hard to see sometimes. Hard to experience, too. Jason isn't big on personal relations right now and is just very much against people right now.

Especially since Bruce literally just betrayed him. (Jason is not here for friends, kiddos. (Or is he.))

And while Jason is a total asshole, he's not a total asshole to everyone. He's got a notorious soft spot for kids and he's nice to women because his mother (and Alfred) raised a tiny little gentleman, thank you very much. It just might take a while to crack open his shell, so to speak. And honestly, sometimes if he's being a jerk and teasing the living crap out of you, it means he likes you. Such is the mystery of J-Todd.

So there you have it. Jason is a slightly psychotic, angry, and secretly caring individual. The real clincher with Jason is that he had a hard time dealing with the fact that he is all these things; he basically denies it all. He doesn't think he's fine but he sees himself as much more put together than he probably actually is. Jason could probably benefit from a therapist or five but as it is, he's not going within a mile of one.

Background: Jason Todd on the Batman Wiki

Abilities: Powers and abilities on the Batman Wiki

First Person:

[ Drip.

Jason stares on hands and knees at the growing puddle beneath him, his own muddled reflection tinged with the red of the own blood slowly leaking from his neck. The look in his eyes is dull and while they can still hold him up, his limbs are slowly but surely shaking, growing limp and lax. Maybe it's shock. After all before stumbling off that train, Jason witnessed the only person to ever give a legitimate shit over him choose saving the man who killed him over Jason himself. He cut Jason's neck open, for Christ's sake. (And then the bomb went off and they all fell into the harbor. Welp.)

Drip.

Or maybe it's blood loss. He should be applying pressure, shouldn't he? Jason sluggishly raises a hand, almost falling over in the process, and presses it against his neck injury, just as slowly. That's....sort of firm. Maybe. Something in the back of his mind whispers that maybe he should be dead. Jason ignores that whisper and presses harder.

Drip.

Or maybe it's both. All of the above. Exhaustion and trauma and bullshit all mixed into one. Jason kneels there in his puddle of water and blood for a good long time, just staring at the ground, shaking like a leaf as something ugly and terrible rises in his throat. And then, ripped from his depths, he screams a scream so Lazarus green it could bring back the sleeping dead as it all falls down again.

Drip. ]

Third Person:

Pulling his coat tightly around himself, Jason avoided eye contact with anyone who passed him, keeping his eyes straight ahead in a defiant dead stare. He was not here to play friends with anyone else who just happened to get dumped in this Victorian Otherworld and he sure as shit had no intention of meeting the neighbors. He was so incredibly done and Jason had no qualms letting it show. Opening the door to his apartment, he shut it behind him with a quiet 'click'; stomping and growling and slamming doors might be cathartic, but it brought attention. Jason wanted the opposite of attention.

Jason wanted to be alone. He was better that way.

Flipping all his locks into place (there are several, all mostly hand-made; the man liked security, okay?) Jason shrugged the coat off, throwing it on the table he had found and claimed as his own. Softly sighing, he stared at the incredibly spartan living space. Definitely not the worst he'd ever lived in, but it wasn't comfortable. Even with all his reinforced security, Jason couldn't shake off his paranoia. He hadn't slept well in days, always half awake just waiting for bullshit to go down.

He vaguely wondered if Bruce would be proud. Alert and ready for action, so to speak.

Walking over to the bed, Jason sits down with a soft slump, untying his shoes and kicking them out of the way before laying back on the bed to stare at the ceiling as dispassionately as he can muster. Maybe it's boredom. It's not like there's anything to do; the library holds no answers and, again, people are not what he'd like to be around right now.

He wondered if Ruby City had crime.