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P L A Y E R;
NAME: Jaqui
AGE: 34
PLAYER JOURNAL: storyinmypocket
TIMEZONE: CST
CONTACT: storyinmypocket
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: n/a

C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Jason Todd
CANON: DC Comics (preboot)
POINT IN CANON: Just after the events of Batman #650: he's taken a Batarang to the throat and been blown up, but somehow he survived the blood loss and explosion. Comics, man.
AGE: 19
APPEARANCE:

That's me, that's me, the boy with the broken halo...

Jason's six feet tall, with a broad, sturdy build and thighs that could kill a man (and let's be honest, they probably have). The white streak in his hair is natural (courtesy of the Lazarus Pit), but he's tends to cover it with dye, because it's anything but inconspicuous. His eyes are a greenish blue.

CANON HISTORY: Wiki
CANON PERSONALITY:

Characterizations of Jason tend to fall into one of two extremes: the poor misunderstood boy who just wants love, and the sadistic psychopath with a hate-on for Batman. The problem with either characterization is that both of them are accurate. Jason's a kid who's been victimized repeatedly, who's watched others be victimized, and as such, has developed a "they cut one of us, they get cut" mentality. His sadism is, paradoxically, rooted in an intense compassion, and the people he kills are ones that have hurt others enough that they cease to count as human in Jason's eyes: they're rabid animals that need to be put down before they hurt anyone else.

Bouncing back and forth between extremes is what Jason does best, and to hell with the seeming paradoxes: he's been formed out of a bastard mix of street toughness and high culture. One minute, he's reading Pride and Prejudice, and the next he's killing people with his bare hands. He can spend days working out convoluted battle plans and strategies, which he then discards the moment he gets angry enough. Anger is at the core of who he is, and while it gives him the strength he needs to fight the injustice he sees, it also makes him stupid when he rages out... something others have picked up on and used against him more than once. He has a huge soft spot for women and children -- anyone messing with a defenseless example of either where he can see them will probably end up dead sooner rather than later. (If the woman in question can hold her own, though, he'll just watch, and probably applaud when she delivers the necessary beatdown. And he's perfectly fine with going up against a woman who can handle herself -- it's about protecting people who are vulnerable, not old-fashioned chivalry.)

The things that motivated a young Jason to lose control and lash out violently tended to fall into two categories: things that affected children, and sexual violence. He lost his cool and moved too soon when faced with child pornographers. He possibly killed a man (or at the very least, allowed him to die) because that man was an unrepentant serial rapist who drove one of his victims to suicide. An older Jason would gladly take lessons from an assassin for hire, right up until he discovered the assassin in question was selling children into sexual slavery... At which point Jason freed the children, poisoned his teacher’s energy drink, and burned the compound to the ground. Jason has no room for forgiveness in him when it comes to the violation of the innocent, and it remains one of his berserk buttons to this day.

The specifically sexual nature of the circumstances under which Jason loses control has led to some fanon regarding a young Jason turning to prostitution in order to support himself and his sick mother, but while I subscribe to this theory, canon evidence is slim. The one thing we can say for sure is that there was something in Jason’s past bad enough that Bruce Wayne felt it necessary to mention this dark secret in his dying message to Jason, and to express regret that he’d never acknowledged it, as well as suggesting a psychiatrist — and that that this revelation was enough to drive Jason into an unthinking rage.

Jason's damage doesn't stop there: he's used to loving people deeply and still having them choose someone or something else over him. His father was too busy bouncing in and out of jail to have much time for him, his adoptive mother was an addict, and his birth mother handed him over to the Joker to keep herself out of jail. Even Batman, the closest thing to God in his world, didn't care enough to avenge his death, which slotted neatly into his existing conviction that he's not worth loving on his own merits. The perceived rejection just feeds his anger.

To further add to the fun, Jason's dip in the Lazarus Pit has damaged his mind in subtle ways: he always had an angry, vengeful side to him, but it's easier for him to find himself on the wrong side of the line between retribution and sadism since his emergence from the Pit. He can take an obscene joy in inflicting the most pain possible in the shortest amount of time, if he feels the person had it coming.

To cope with all this happy fun, Jason indulges in endless sarcasm, quite a bit of monologuing, and the odd pun -- he is a former Robin after all. In more casual situations, he can be laid back and amiable, if a bit over-sarcastic. If he's currently chasing the subject of his obsession (probably Batman or something Bat-related), some simmering impatience will begin to show, however: anything that's not part of the Plan is just a distraction.

ABILITIES:

- Trained in most early 21st century forms of combat, armed and unarmed. Although his personal fighting style is a mix of whatever works, it draws heavily from Systema.
- Ninja-like stealth.
- Extensive training in explosives, toxins, and all the finer points of assassination and/or terrorism.
- Not bad at torture, either, given his preference for shoulder wounds for the pain/survivability ratio.
- Vomiting on cue.
- PARKOUR.
- Weaponized snark.

INVENTORY: The clothes on his back, and a custom-made kris blade.
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? Where I keep my headcanon.

S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE: Have a link!
PROSE SAMPLE:

Jason adjusts the frilly lace cuffs of his shirt one more time, and reminds himself to look casual. It’s not like he hasn’t done plenty of undercover work, both at the Batman’s behest and for his own personal projects, but this… this is different. He’s going up against people who’ve had the benefit of Batman’s training, for all that at the moment they don’t remember who he is. And while he wouldn’t normally give two fucks — maybe a fuck and a half, on a good day — what people like Tiny Tim thought of him, it really seems like his best course of action is to play along until these Trumps slip up and give him something to shoot.

He’d rather be in an honest-to-god fight, not playing pirate to hoodwink the kiddies, but some things are just unavoidable. At least this way, he can keep an eye on them. They’re the closest thing to allies he’s got in this place, sad as that is.

“So, as I understand it,” he says, looking the Junior Bat Brigade over, his accent replaced with something smooth and confident and indisputably British, “you’re in need of a ship. Something fast and discreet, correct?” He has a ship, as it turns out, won in a high-stakes game of cards in which he’d cheated like his life depended on it — probably because it did.

“Of course, discretion costs extra. …It’s my crew, you see. You know how men will talk, if not given adequate incentive to stay quiet.” It sounds like a threat, like money-grubbing bullshit, but it happens to be true in this case. Jason can’t vouch for these men personally, and he’d rather they were well-paid and happy, just to keep them honest. Fear only works when the men know they can be replaced, and these particular men can’t be. “All the same, I daresay you won’t find a quicker or smoother trip to the islands at this price.”