Post by Jason Todd on May 20, 2021 12:28:48 GMT -5
Jason Todd
Jason Todd
Were you referred?: Arael
Discord Name: Jason Todd#8423
Starting Character: Jason Todd
Starting Planet: Kelioux
Character Race: Android
Starting Stat Distribution:
- Strength: 1000
- Speed: 1000
- Toughness: 1000
- Stamina: 1000
- Vitality: 500
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination: 2
- Charisma: 1
- Intelligence: 2
Starting Technique: Blast Punch
Character Bio:
Jason Todd was born to a criminal father and a heroin addicted mother. His father was gunned down at his doorstep by a rival gang when he was nine, and his mother subsequently had a nervous breakdown and overdosed on heroin when he was thirteen years old. He lived on his own in a rundown house for two years and stole to get by before child services brought him to an orphanage. He was then adopted by a wealthy and prominent couple who worked as Capsule Corps scientists. They already had three children of their own yet they treated Jason no differently than they did his adopted siblings.
Although at first he had a volatile temper, they were patient with him. On his eighteenth birthday however his house was bombed during the events of the Galactic War. Jason was the only survivor and he was taken to a lab by peers of his adopted parents to get worked on. The advancements in cybernetics saved his life, however, his mind was never the same again. His only goal now is to, as he puts it, "become the cure for a sick, sad world."
Sample RP:
He was back, it had been awhile. How long? He couldn't say for sure. He had lost track of time. After Dick disappeared he tried to trace his steps but to no avail. If Dick didn't want to be found then there was nothing even Jason could do about it.
Originally he had no plans of coming back to Gotham but he couldn't leave it alone. There were criminals that needed to be put down. It never stopped. And thus, he would never stop.
But for now, he would approach an inconspicuous burger joint to get something to eat. He would be going as himself, just Jason. Wearing nothing more than an all black hoodie with a pair of loose fitting jeans and all black combat boots. On his head was a dark brown trucker hat with the brim of it low enough so that he couldn't be immediately recognized. It was a reflex.
After he entered the restaurant he took a seat at the far end and awaited for the waitress to approach him.
The waitress came back with his coffee as he continued to stare out of the window. He thanked her and took a sip of it, but when he did, he saw the kid staring at him again. That kid being Damian of course. And next to him was.....yep, her.
What's worse, she got up from her booth to approach him. Not just her though, but someone else that he did not recognize also followed along behind her. For what? Moral support? He didn't have time for this. He didn't come back for her, for Tim, for Damian or Bruce, for Barbara....none of them. He came back because this was his home, and all roads always lead back home to Gotham.
Fuck me, He nonchalantly took another sip of his coffee and pretended as if he did not see them. Maybe they'll disappear? It's what they do best anyways. Tim did. Jason felt that maybe he should have stayed gone.
Dylan didn’t stop Safyre from following her, she continued to get angrier the closer she got. She wished she could just take a swing at him here in the diner, but of course that would draw to much attention. How is it that every time Jason comes back from the dead, he manages to make her angry before he even says anything.
She stopped near his booth and slid into the seat in front of him, “explain.” She stated, pushing some hair out from her face and giving him a stare that could curdle milk. She looked into his eyes, yep that’s Jay she thought.
Damian looked over at Emma, “an asshole and a moron” he said as he scooted to the edge of the booth in order to hear better, but he did not follow yet.
Yep, there she was. Dylan in all of her luxuriously annoying glory. How was it that just looking at her irritated him? He didn't know.
He could handle everyone. Bruce was just Bruce. Damian was a brat, nothing more needed to be said. Tim was actually pleasant. He liked him. Dick always figured himself as a de-facto father figure which annoyed him. And Barbara was like the older sister he never thought he wanted.
Dylan was like the older sister that he didn't want.
Then she sat down in front of him and gave him a death stare. It was patented. Almost as good as Bruce's.
"Explain what," He snarled at her.
