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Name: Helena Rosa Bertinelli
Age: 26
Alias: Don Bertinelli/The Huntress
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Skills:
- Olympic level athlete. Her training regiment remains extreme, and the equal of anything the NFL or Navy SEALs can offer.
- She is one of the premiere marksmen in the world.
- With an extensive and often times merciless martial arts training record, Helena has forged herself into an incredible martial artist.
- Technician, mechanic, and engineer that has been trained from the start to create her own tools and equipment, to depend on no one.
- Helena holds all the resources and power of a Mafia Don without many realizing it. Thus far Helena has primarily used this as an intelligence resource.
Bio:
Helena Bertinelli was born a princess in a Mafia Empire she blissfully knew nothing of. She knew her parents loved her, and her family loved to get together at her father's house. They would descend their home in Gotham Heights to see musicals in the city, or go to the zoo, or the circus, or the museums to see the dinosaur bones.
It was a happy childhood, until the day cruel men in black masks kidnapped her right after school ended at Saint Sebestation's in the Heights.
What exactly happened to Helena is hard to work out. Police reports suggest various mental and physical traumas, but Don Bertinelli pulled whatever strings necessary to ensure no one would examine his baby girl and put that filth on a report any of his enemies could pay some clerk to get ahold of. Her father told her to put it behind her, that "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger", and encouraged her not to speak of it again.
Not even a year later, a van full of masked gunmen burst into the Bertinelli estate in Gotham Heights, and murdered every living member of the Gotham City Bertinelli family. All except the little girl too numb to be scared; without fear little Helena could think, slipping under the corpse of a still bleeding uncle. Immediately after Helena was returned to the Sicilian Bertinelli clan, the "mother clan." There was talk of marrying Helena off to a distant cousin, or a rapid riser in the Sicilian scene. It was then one of the greatest assassins of the early 20th century, Giovanni Bertinelli, took Helena with him one early morning to hunt fowl.
Giovanni would later admit perhaps he was pushing himself to find something when he took the girl hunting that morning. His own parents had been murdered in a war within the Cosa Nostra. He knew that drive for vengeance. Just as much as he knew a natural born killer when he saw one; and in Helena, he saw it in spades.
Helena Bertinelli had no childhood after that day. Her training began immediately and unrestricted. She holds a degree in Corporate Communications from the Sorbonne, and both a masters and PhD in Economics from the London School of Economics. She achieved this by the age of 22 while receiving training in secret from Giovanni and Lady Shiva.
Where her father was a quick minded and ruthless businessman and Don, Helena had become a true master in the art and science of international business. Applying such radical approaches to business as the Theory of Constraints, Lean theory, and Six Sigma, Helena bought failing and crumbling business after failing and crumbling business only to turn downsize, raise product quality, and worker efficiency...and in turn cost efficiency of the bottom line. Sometimes called a 'corporate terrorist', the result was nearly inevitable, what businesses would assist her the most in her ultimate goals were kept while all others were sold off piece by piece to the highest bidder.
When Helena Bertinelli returned to Gotham City it was on the cover of Business Week and being covered by Bloomberg and CNN. Using the ultimate power broker of money, Helena used to the fact that she could make more of it than anyone else available to usher her return to not only the Gotham Mafia, but to the American Mafia as a whole. Now the majority owner but never direct manager of multi corporations, Helena has turned her focus squarely on Gotham City's Mafia...and her quest to ruin it from the inside-out. Taking on the mission given to her by God the day she played dead under the corpse of an uncle, Helena has decided a theatrical method of hitting the Mafia from the outside while secretly exposing and bleeding them from the inside by taking on the mantle of a former feared and dangerous enemy of the Gotham City Mafia: The Huntress.
She is neither villain or hero, merely a very dangerous and resourceful young woman on a fanatical quest for blood and revenge. A quest that can only end in her own death or the death of the Gotham City Mafia as it is known, or had ever been known. A fact she has willingly accepted.
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Name: Samuel Bradley
Age: 44
Alias: Slam Bradley
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Skills/Abilities: No powers. Slam is an adept fighter with boxing and police firearm training. He is also a skilled detective with over twenty years experience as cop.
Weaknesses: Bullets, booze, and broads.
History:
Samuel "Slam" Bradley grew up in Gotham's East End. A tough neighborhood, Slam was a scrapper and boxed Golden Gloves as a teen. After a knee injury ended his boxing career, Slam went into the only profession that would take a lug like himself: a cop.
Starting out as a beat cop, Slam eventually made detective and worked his way through assignments until he became a sergeant with the GCPD's Homicide Bureau. Partnered with Detective James Gordon, Slam and Jim were among the few non-corrupt officers in the GCPD. Fighting against the corrupt department and the everyday bleakness of the job had Slam on the verge of burnout until the case that killed his career came along.
It started out simple enough, a dead hooker found in a back alley. The case began to spin out of control, implicating a state senator, a high-end call girl service, and half of Gotham's politicians. The brass tried to bump Slam off of the case, but he refused to leave. In the end, he was dismissed from the GCPD on trumped up charges, accused of fraud because of a mislabeled time sheet. Out of a job, Slam took his connections and investigation skills and branched out on his own as a private investigator. When he's not tipping a bottle, he works as a PI for hire in and around the city.
Age: 44
Alias: Slam Bradley
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Skills/Abilities: No powers. Slam is an adept fighter with boxing and police firearm training. He is also a skilled detective with over twenty years experience as cop.
Weaknesses: Bullets, booze, and broads.
History:
Samuel "Slam" Bradley grew up in Gotham's East End. A tough neighborhood, Slam was a scrapper and boxed Golden Gloves as a teen. After a knee injury ended his boxing career, Slam went into the only profession that would take a lug like himself: a cop.
Starting out as a beat cop, Slam eventually made detective and worked his way through assignments until he became a sergeant with the GCPD's Homicide Bureau. Partnered with Detective James Gordon, Slam and Jim were among the few non-corrupt officers in the GCPD. Fighting against the corrupt department and the everyday bleakness of the job had Slam on the verge of burnout until the case that killed his career came along.
It started out simple enough, a dead hooker found in a back alley. The case began to spin out of control, implicating a state senator, a high-end call girl service, and half of Gotham's politicians. The brass tried to bump Slam off of the case, but he refused to leave. In the end, he was dismissed from the GCPD on trumped up charges, accused of fraud because of a mislabeled time sheet. Out of a job, Slam took his connections and investigation skills and branched out on his own as a private investigator. When he's not tipping a bottle, he works as a PI for hire in and around the city.
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Despite being ‘tainted’ by his experiences as Dick Grayson’s successor and an independent vigilante with tenuous ties to The Batman at best, Jason Todd looks pretty well. If you had a side-by-side comparison, you might find it difficult to tell the difference between the streetwise snarker and the jovial acrobat with their relatively similar appearance. The only thing noticeably different is a scowl versus a smirk. Jason doesn’t remark on their similarities often and tries to define himself in new ways. His civilian appearance is always met by the accompaniment of his father’s motorcycle jacket, padded gloves, combat boots, and a pair of loose denim jeans.
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For his whole life Jason Todd has been at the bottom, looking up at the towers of Gotham’s elite wondering what life could be like up there.
Born into the infamous Red Hood Gang—a street gang located in one of the worst neighborhoods of Gotham where poverty and unemployment scoured the streets, corruption lined the pockets of the police, and violent wars based on narcotics were everyday life. Jason Todd’s father was Willis “Red” Todd, a former boxer from the streets of Gotham’s inner city who had minor acclaim in his youth but turned to crime following crippling debt. Years before Jason’s birth Todd had turned what was a meek motorcycle gang into a streetwise organization that oddly served as the protectors of the poorest people of Gotham.
However, the Red Hood Gang was still a street gang; they dealt drugs, robbed those unaligned with them, and did what they wanted when they wanted. The press called them “anarchists” and “thugs” while the larger organized crime outfits of the city didn’t bother with them since their neighborhoods weren’t their larger concern at the time, especially following Batman’s debut in Gotham. But to Jason Todd they were not anarchists or thugs, they were his friends and family who did what they could with what they had to make sure people felt safe. But good things never last. Not in Gotham.
The larger organized crime outfits began to collapse around the crusade of the Batman and the smaller gangs that controlled the streets of the inner city became more vicious and cunning. These gangs began scoping up Red Hood territory hoping to capitalize on Gotham’s fear of this “force of nature” that was responsible for a changing of power. Because they knew with the fall of The Roman Empire that Gotham would be thrown into chaos and others would fill the power vacuum as soon as it was an option to. Eventually, a firefight at Ace Chemicals would show the end of the Red Hood Gang as it was; Willis Todd never came home and another lieutenant of the gang took charge in his absence. But it wouldn't help. The pieces were already in place for the gang to lose their identity, their control of The Narrows, and their existence. The gang afterward fell into shambles in what felt like seconds. And then there was nothing.
Orphaned and bitter, Jason wandered the streets of The Narrows doing what he could to survive and generally get into trouble. He was ten years old and he had lost everything he had ever known, all due to shitty circumstances and superstitions. In time he crossed paths with Batman and everything else was history.
Born into the infamous Red Hood Gang—a street gang located in one of the worst neighborhoods of Gotham where poverty and unemployment scoured the streets, corruption lined the pockets of the police, and violent wars based on narcotics were everyday life. Jason Todd’s father was Willis “Red” Todd, a former boxer from the streets of Gotham’s inner city who had minor acclaim in his youth but turned to crime following crippling debt. Years before Jason’s birth Todd had turned what was a meek motorcycle gang into a streetwise organization that oddly served as the protectors of the poorest people of Gotham.
However, the Red Hood Gang was still a street gang; they dealt drugs, robbed those unaligned with them, and did what they wanted when they wanted. The press called them “anarchists” and “thugs” while the larger organized crime outfits of the city didn’t bother with them since their neighborhoods weren’t their larger concern at the time, especially following Batman’s debut in Gotham. But to Jason Todd they were not anarchists or thugs, they were his friends and family who did what they could with what they had to make sure people felt safe. But good things never last. Not in Gotham.
The larger organized crime outfits began to collapse around the crusade of the Batman and the smaller gangs that controlled the streets of the inner city became more vicious and cunning. These gangs began scoping up Red Hood territory hoping to capitalize on Gotham’s fear of this “force of nature” that was responsible for a changing of power. Because they knew with the fall of The Roman Empire that Gotham would be thrown into chaos and others would fill the power vacuum as soon as it was an option to. Eventually, a firefight at Ace Chemicals would show the end of the Red Hood Gang as it was; Willis Todd never came home and another lieutenant of the gang took charge in his absence. But it wouldn't help. The pieces were already in place for the gang to lose their identity, their control of The Narrows, and their existence. The gang afterward fell into shambles in what felt like seconds. And then there was nothing.
Orphaned and bitter, Jason wandered the streets of The Narrows doing what he could to survive and generally get into trouble. He was ten years old and he had lost everything he had ever known, all due to shitty circumstances and superstitions. In time he crossed paths with Batman and everything else was history.
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Acrobatics: Despite being chump change in the shadow of Dick Grayson, Jason is a capable acrobat who has always mixed his streetwise awareness and ability in parkour with his training under The Batman.
Criminology: Jason Todd has been surrounded by the crime of the inner city for his whole life; a fact that is only strengthened from growing up in the shadow of a street gang that for many years controlled The Narrows. Some could say that he had an adept understanding how crime worked way before he became the second Robin—a fact that seems to have some credence following his debut as The Red Hood, a few years following his untimely death at the hands of The Joker.
Demolitions: Jason has always been adept with the concept of ‘breaking and entering’, though he was never really skillful with doing it quietly. After spending time as a soldier of fortune of sorts, Jason has found himself quite knowledge in various forms of demolitions and tactical breaching of enemy facilities.
Driving: Growing up there were two profitable trades that the members of the Red Hood Gang were adept with—one was serving as enforcers… the other was illegal street racing. Polished by his tenure as Robin, Jason is an expert driver when it comes to vehicles (especially motorcycles) and has often bragged that he’d “crush” Grayson in a real race.
Engineering: Jason Todd has been surrounded by automobiles and motorcycles the entirety of his life, a fact that was remarked upon by the snark of Alfred Pennyworth after he retrofitted Dick Grayson’s motorcycle to fit his requirements at the age of fourteen. This expertise has not changed in the years since as he has had to learn how to modify vehicles on a much smaller budget.
Hand-to-Hand Combat: Jason is a proficient martial artist, but he’s also a cunning combatant who utilizes the environment and tactless grit to his advantage. If something calls for dirty shots or unfair advantages to win a fight it is likely that Jason will use such tactics without remorse or caution. Combining this with a pedigree as a member of the Batfamily, Jason is not one to antagonize without consequence.
Investigation: Despite lacking the patience for it during his time as Robin, Jason eventually took to the training offered by The Batman. Complimentary to his knack for sneaking, Jason has learned to wait and properly track and investigate his targets.
Marksmanship: During his time as the Red Hood, Jason Todd has took his initial training under Batman a few steps ahead which has included widening his arsenal with the inclusion of firearms and other ranged weapons. This includes tutelage under Michael Sommers, a former member of the League of Shadows who specialized in the medium. It could be suggested that Jason is as accurate with a bullet as he is with a shuriken, though it is hard to tell for certain with his “shoot first, think about it later” mentality.
Stealth: Following the death of his father, Jason lived on the streets of inner city Gotham and had to rely on his wits to survive. Had Jason not had the skill to be quiet and cautious, he would’ve probably ended up on the business end of a handgun or other weapon brandished by the various thugs he manipulated in some way or another to survive. When he was “adopted” by The Batman, it only made his talent for sneaking and hiding all the much more refined.
Criminology: Jason Todd has been surrounded by the crime of the inner city for his whole life; a fact that is only strengthened from growing up in the shadow of a street gang that for many years controlled The Narrows. Some could say that he had an adept understanding how crime worked way before he became the second Robin—a fact that seems to have some credence following his debut as The Red Hood, a few years following his untimely death at the hands of The Joker.
Demolitions: Jason has always been adept with the concept of ‘breaking and entering’, though he was never really skillful with doing it quietly. After spending time as a soldier of fortune of sorts, Jason has found himself quite knowledge in various forms of demolitions and tactical breaching of enemy facilities.
Driving: Growing up there were two profitable trades that the members of the Red Hood Gang were adept with—one was serving as enforcers… the other was illegal street racing. Polished by his tenure as Robin, Jason is an expert driver when it comes to vehicles (especially motorcycles) and has often bragged that he’d “crush” Grayson in a real race.
Engineering: Jason Todd has been surrounded by automobiles and motorcycles the entirety of his life, a fact that was remarked upon by the snark of Alfred Pennyworth after he retrofitted Dick Grayson’s motorcycle to fit his requirements at the age of fourteen. This expertise has not changed in the years since as he has had to learn how to modify vehicles on a much smaller budget.
Hand-to-Hand Combat: Jason is a proficient martial artist, but he’s also a cunning combatant who utilizes the environment and tactless grit to his advantage. If something calls for dirty shots or unfair advantages to win a fight it is likely that Jason will use such tactics without remorse or caution. Combining this with a pedigree as a member of the Batfamily, Jason is not one to antagonize without consequence.
Investigation: Despite lacking the patience for it during his time as Robin, Jason eventually took to the training offered by The Batman. Complimentary to his knack for sneaking, Jason has learned to wait and properly track and investigate his targets.
Marksmanship: During his time as the Red Hood, Jason Todd has took his initial training under Batman a few steps ahead which has included widening his arsenal with the inclusion of firearms and other ranged weapons. This includes tutelage under Michael Sommers, a former member of the League of Shadows who specialized in the medium. It could be suggested that Jason is as accurate with a bullet as he is with a shuriken, though it is hard to tell for certain with his “shoot first, think about it later” mentality.
Stealth: Following the death of his father, Jason lived on the streets of inner city Gotham and had to rely on his wits to survive. Had Jason not had the skill to be quiet and cautious, he would’ve probably ended up on the business end of a handgun or other weapon brandished by the various thugs he manipulated in some way or another to survive. When he was “adopted” by The Batman, it only made his talent for sneaking and hiding all the much more refined.
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R I C H A R D J O H N ' D I C K ' G R A Y S O N ◼ M A R C H 2 1 , 1 9 9 3 ( 2 4 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H E T E R O S E X U A L
"You'll never know if you can fly unless you take the risk of falling."
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"I know it's hard, but try to stay whelmed."
//STATS:
■ HEIGHT | 5'-10"
■ WEIGHT | 175 lbs
■ HAIR COLOUR | Black
■ EYE COLOUR | Blue
■ BUILD | Athletic & Lean
■ ETHNICITY | Caucasian
■ WEIGHT | 175 lbs
■ HAIR COLOUR | Black
■ EYE COLOUR | Blue
■ BUILD | Athletic & Lean
■ ETHNICITY | Caucasian
//DESCRIPTION:
Richard is a classically handsome man standing at five foot, ten inches. Matching the age old 'tall, dark and handsome', Dick possesses dark black hair and deep blue eyes. He has a highly athletic figure, having rigorously trained both with Bruce and on his own for decades. Due to this, he has a very chiseled and toned body, although much leaner than his mentor. Notably, Dick's buttocks is incredibly well toned having been noticed and complimented by many of his peers and foes over the years.
▼ B I O G R A P H Y:
"The criminals, the monster, the ones who dedicate themselves doing wrong need to think he can't die. They need to think he's still out there. Batman lives, always."
T H E F L Y I N G G R A Y S O N S
Born on the first day of spring during one of Gotham's rare sunny days, Richard John Grayson was handed into the hands of his loving parents who looked down on their son overwhelmed with pride. Upon first looking at her newborn baby boy, Mary called the boy her 'Little Robin', relating to his birth on the Spring Solstice. This term of endearment would imprint on the young Grayson for his entire life.
Through his father, Richard comes from a line of Romani descent. The Graysons were the ancestors of a roaming gypsy family who had been part of the circus for longer than any written record could tell. However unbeknownst to them, the Graysons were also the descendant of one of Gotham's deadliest legends, a man by the name of William Cobb. Cobb lived most of his life as a Talon, a highly-feared enforcer for a group that has been all but forgotten. As such the history of William Cobb fell into obscurity, lost in a history of circus performers and Romanies. The group however, the notorious Court of Owls, would be immortalized in the haunting rhymes told children who disobeyed their parents.
Like his parents, Richard or as he preferred, Dick, lived his whole life travelling with Haly’s Circus from city to city. Trained by his parents, Mary and John Grayson, Dick was taught to be an acrobat and began performing at an early age, wowing crowds with his natural prowess on the trapeze. Together with his parents, who were both world renowned acrobats, Dick would begin his introduction to performing at a young age and essentially from birth was trained to be a performer in the circus.
His mother's nickname for him only became further enforced as Dick learned to perform on the trapeze, as Mary would constantly comment how he reminded her of a Robin while flying through the air in his red leotard. Together they were collectively known as the 'Flying Graysons' and were recognized as being one of the biggest shows in the circus business. In fact, the circus' owner Jack Haley often remarked that the Grayson's were the biggest asset to the circus' business. Known for performing without a net, the 'Flying Graysons' true trade mark was their signature quadruple somersault, a move that only the three Graysons were known to be capable of.
Travelling the world with the circus, Dick became very cultured and outgoing though his education did suffer as he was only taught what those around him knew. None the less, his quick mind grasped onto most concepts quickly and Dick was recognized among the other performers as being a very sharp kid. At the age of twelve, Dick found himself in Gotham City as the circus rolled into town for its annual performance. Dick had only ever performed in Gotham a few times previously, but that said having heard of Gotham's reputation for crime he had always been understandably nervous about leaving the circus grounds to explore the city like he had in Paris, New York, and numerous other locations.
Dick's world suddenly changed that fateful night. It was one of the biggest shows of the year as Haly's Circus had once again returned to Gotham City to help ring in the New Year. But Gotham wasn't the same place it was twelve years ago, not that it was some shiny metropolis then either, yet the city had managed to become worse. Stumbling across an argument between the circus' owner Mr. Haly and a well-known and feared crime lord by the name of "Boss" Tony Zucco. Dick hide in the shadows as he heard Zucco threaten Mr. Haly unless the circus's owner paid protection money. Being an honest and moral man, Haly refused not knowing the horrors he had released. That night Dick watched in horror as his parents' high wire snapped, sending his parents hurtling to their deaths, all while many of Gotham's elite watched on. A burden of guilt came over Dick as he stood there, the realization that he could have warned his parents washing over him, downing him in anguish as he collapsed into bitter sobs.
Through his father, Richard comes from a line of Romani descent. The Graysons were the ancestors of a roaming gypsy family who had been part of the circus for longer than any written record could tell. However unbeknownst to them, the Graysons were also the descendant of one of Gotham's deadliest legends, a man by the name of William Cobb. Cobb lived most of his life as a Talon, a highly-feared enforcer for a group that has been all but forgotten. As such the history of William Cobb fell into obscurity, lost in a history of circus performers and Romanies. The group however, the notorious Court of Owls, would be immortalized in the haunting rhymes told children who disobeyed their parents.
Like his parents, Richard or as he preferred, Dick, lived his whole life travelling with Haly’s Circus from city to city. Trained by his parents, Mary and John Grayson, Dick was taught to be an acrobat and began performing at an early age, wowing crowds with his natural prowess on the trapeze. Together with his parents, who were both world renowned acrobats, Dick would begin his introduction to performing at a young age and essentially from birth was trained to be a performer in the circus.
His mother's nickname for him only became further enforced as Dick learned to perform on the trapeze, as Mary would constantly comment how he reminded her of a Robin while flying through the air in his red leotard. Together they were collectively known as the 'Flying Graysons' and were recognized as being one of the biggest shows in the circus business. In fact, the circus' owner Jack Haley often remarked that the Grayson's were the biggest asset to the circus' business. Known for performing without a net, the 'Flying Graysons' true trade mark was their signature quadruple somersault, a move that only the three Graysons were known to be capable of.
Travelling the world with the circus, Dick became very cultured and outgoing though his education did suffer as he was only taught what those around him knew. None the less, his quick mind grasped onto most concepts quickly and Dick was recognized among the other performers as being a very sharp kid. At the age of twelve, Dick found himself in Gotham City as the circus rolled into town for its annual performance. Dick had only ever performed in Gotham a few times previously, but that said having heard of Gotham's reputation for crime he had always been understandably nervous about leaving the circus grounds to explore the city like he had in Paris, New York, and numerous other locations.
Dick's world suddenly changed that fateful night. It was one of the biggest shows of the year as Haly's Circus had once again returned to Gotham City to help ring in the New Year. But Gotham wasn't the same place it was twelve years ago, not that it was some shiny metropolis then either, yet the city had managed to become worse. Stumbling across an argument between the circus' owner Mr. Haly and a well-known and feared crime lord by the name of "Boss" Tony Zucco. Dick hide in the shadows as he heard Zucco threaten Mr. Haly unless the circus's owner paid protection money. Being an honest and moral man, Haly refused not knowing the horrors he had released. That night Dick watched in horror as his parents' high wire snapped, sending his parents hurtling to their deaths, all while many of Gotham's elite watched on. A burden of guilt came over Dick as he stood there, the realization that he could have warned his parents washing over him, downing him in anguish as he collapsed into bitter sobs.
T H E B O Y W O N D E R
Shortly after the tragedy of his parent's death, Dick was placed in an uncaring juvenile services system, reportedly because social services were full. While in the juvenile systems, Dick found himself dragged into numerous brawls where he was beaten up by several the inmates. He was eventually passed onto a Catholic orphanage where he stayed for a couple miserable months. Though life seemed to have taken a permanent turn for the worse for the young boy, seemingly out of nowhere, infamous billionaire Bruce Wayne rescued Dick by adopting him.
Dick insisted on only being adopted as Bruce’s ward, because he did not want to replace his deceased father with the billionaire who he only knew from the tabloids. In fact, Dick originally believed that Bruce only adopted him for the good press and this was further supported by the amount of time that Dick found himself spending alone in the near empty mansion. Living with the billionaire at first felt like Dick had won the lottery, but after several weeks of growing loneliness, Dick's bitterness began to resurface. Growing frustrated by the lack of attention from his new guardian and the mystery still surrounding his parents' death, Dick snuck out of Wayne Manor one evening to solve the crime on his own - only to stumble upon Gotham's mysterious Batman, who was also investigating the murder. Feeling it would be cathartic for Dick to apprehend Zucco, the Batman allowed Dick to work with him, acknowledging their similar parallels in life.
While working with Batman, Dick began to get a familiar sense about the mysterious man. An expert in reading body language, a skill inherited from the circus and playing up to crowds it didn't take Dick long to deduce that Bruce Wayne and Batman were the same individual. Continuing their hunt, the pair succeeded in tracking down Zucco, and confronted John and Mary's murderer. But the night was hardly over as the nature of its events had allowed Batman to see a reflection of himself in Dick. A thirst for justice he could temper into an unstoppable force, Batman made the young boy the offer of a lifetime; the chance to stay on as his crime-fighting partner. Accepting wholeheartedly, Dick chose the name Robin, after the nickname his mother gave him, and his training began.
To turn Dick into a crime fighter in his own right, Bruce passed along each and every skill he himself possessed and Dick was put through a rigorous training regime. Exercise after grueling exercise nearly brought Dick to his knees, but the young acrobat managed to excel through all combat and physical based training. Where Dick struggled however was the more academic departments although he eventually overcame these obstacles once he could put his own perspective on them.
Despite the intensive training, Dick had still not been allowed in the field since the night the death of Boss Zucco. But fate had a different idea as Batman's found himself caught in the trap set by one of his many rogues. Stubborn still, Bruce refused Alfred's suggestion to send Dick into the field, but fearing for Bruce's safety and having complete confidence in Dick, Alfred made the decision to disobey Bruce and presented Dick with his first costume. Leaping into action, Robin managed to rescue Batman proving his competence once and for all.
Enjoying his first few years as Robin, Dick regarded the role as much as a job as he did it an adventure until a confrontation with Two-Face served as a rude awakening for the young hero. The former District Attorney, Harvey Dent, turned supervillain, had captured the new District Attorney along with Batman. Suspending both from a hangman's noose in a 'double gallows death-trap', the rescue of the pair fell squarely on Robin's shoulders. However, in trying to save the D.A., Robin used a batarang to cut the rope of the noose failing to account for Dent's obsession with the number two. To Robin's dismay it was a two-fold trap as he watched the floor give way, dropping the D.A. to his death. Devastated at his own failure, Robin was taken by surprise by Two-Face. The boy was savagely beaten while Batman was forced to watch, while Two-Face took no mercy on the young boy. Freeing himself, Batman jumped to Dick's aid, quickly putting an end to Two-Face's assault. This event however, scarred the young crime-fighter, haunting him for years to come. Rather than see Dick be further endangered, Batman chose to ‘fire’ his partner and sidelined the Boy Wonder.
Dick insisted on only being adopted as Bruce’s ward, because he did not want to replace his deceased father with the billionaire who he only knew from the tabloids. In fact, Dick originally believed that Bruce only adopted him for the good press and this was further supported by the amount of time that Dick found himself spending alone in the near empty mansion. Living with the billionaire at first felt like Dick had won the lottery, but after several weeks of growing loneliness, Dick's bitterness began to resurface. Growing frustrated by the lack of attention from his new guardian and the mystery still surrounding his parents' death, Dick snuck out of Wayne Manor one evening to solve the crime on his own - only to stumble upon Gotham's mysterious Batman, who was also investigating the murder. Feeling it would be cathartic for Dick to apprehend Zucco, the Batman allowed Dick to work with him, acknowledging their similar parallels in life.
While working with Batman, Dick began to get a familiar sense about the mysterious man. An expert in reading body language, a skill inherited from the circus and playing up to crowds it didn't take Dick long to deduce that Bruce Wayne and Batman were the same individual. Continuing their hunt, the pair succeeded in tracking down Zucco, and confronted John and Mary's murderer. But the night was hardly over as the nature of its events had allowed Batman to see a reflection of himself in Dick. A thirst for justice he could temper into an unstoppable force, Batman made the young boy the offer of a lifetime; the chance to stay on as his crime-fighting partner. Accepting wholeheartedly, Dick chose the name Robin, after the nickname his mother gave him, and his training began.
To turn Dick into a crime fighter in his own right, Bruce passed along each and every skill he himself possessed and Dick was put through a rigorous training regime. Exercise after grueling exercise nearly brought Dick to his knees, but the young acrobat managed to excel through all combat and physical based training. Where Dick struggled however was the more academic departments although he eventually overcame these obstacles once he could put his own perspective on them.
Despite the intensive training, Dick had still not been allowed in the field since the night the death of Boss Zucco. But fate had a different idea as Batman's found himself caught in the trap set by one of his many rogues. Stubborn still, Bruce refused Alfred's suggestion to send Dick into the field, but fearing for Bruce's safety and having complete confidence in Dick, Alfred made the decision to disobey Bruce and presented Dick with his first costume. Leaping into action, Robin managed to rescue Batman proving his competence once and for all.
Enjoying his first few years as Robin, Dick regarded the role as much as a job as he did it an adventure until a confrontation with Two-Face served as a rude awakening for the young hero. The former District Attorney, Harvey Dent, turned supervillain, had captured the new District Attorney along with Batman. Suspending both from a hangman's noose in a 'double gallows death-trap', the rescue of the pair fell squarely on Robin's shoulders. However, in trying to save the D.A., Robin used a batarang to cut the rope of the noose failing to account for Dent's obsession with the number two. To Robin's dismay it was a two-fold trap as he watched the floor give way, dropping the D.A. to his death. Devastated at his own failure, Robin was taken by surprise by Two-Face. The boy was savagely beaten while Batman was forced to watch, while Two-Face took no mercy on the young boy. Freeing himself, Batman jumped to Dick's aid, quickly putting an end to Two-Face's assault. This event however, scarred the young crime-fighter, haunting him for years to come. Rather than see Dick be further endangered, Batman chose to ‘fire’ his partner and sidelined the Boy Wonder.
A L E A G U E O F H I S O W N
Despite being ‘fired’, Dick continued to work his cases, using the resources available to him through the Batcave while the Bat himself wasn’t home. Learning that Batman had created files on each of his allies, Dick soon realized that his appearance as Robin had started a trend. Other members of the Justice League had too taken on young proteges. Reaching out to the various sidekicks, Dick began to establish contact, growing close with Wallace West who could rapidly travel to and from Gotham. Sharing stories of their heroics, the two became best of friends. Perhaps then, it was no surprise that when the mentors went missing, Wally came first to Dick. Reaching out to the other sidekicks, Dick donned the Robin costume once again, becoming the designated leader of the young team. Together with Kid Flash (Wally West), Wondergirl (Donna Troy) and Aqualad (Aqualad), the four teens set out to find and save their mentors.
Locating he Justice League didn’t take long, as the heroes soon appeared attacking the cities they had sworn to protect. An alien organism had left the Justice League under the control of a creature that wished to conquer and enslave the Earth. Working together fluidly as a team, the Titans managed to free their mentors and alongside them repel the potential alien invasion. After these events, Superman, Batman, Flash Aquaman, Wonder Woman and the rest of the league placed their support towards the idea of the young men and women becoming a heroic group, and the Titans were officially sanctioned by the Justice League.
Continuing as the team’s leader, Dick was confronted by Batman who officially returned the Boy Wonder’s former identity as Robin to him. An olive branch was extended between the two, and Batman welcomed Robin back into the Batcave. The Titans were later expanded when the quartet found themselves overwhelmed on the sands of Kahndaq. But luck was on their side as they were joined by the telepath Lilith Clay (Omen) and the recently rogue Roy Harper (Speedy - later Arsenal). Making it out of Kahndaq as a team, the Titans returned home to their base in Manhattan.
Having received a private and very privileged education from the finest teachers, paid for and provided by Bruce, Dick had completed a high school level education. Upon his return to Gotham, Dick began attending college at Hudson University splitting his time between the Titans and Manhattan and Batman in Gotham. Dick had chosen Hudson to assert his independence from Bruce. Robin started to take on solo missions as well, and found himself to be a capable crime-fighter in his own right.
Dick realized at that point he had grown up, he no longer relied on the Batman. In fact, he and the Dark Knight disagreed on crime-fighting methodology. His newfound independence and Titans' duties in New York left less time for his former commitments in Gotham City. He had also dropped out of Hudson after only one semester. Without Bruce, Dick was out on his own but was more than capable of taking care of himself. Alfred had been kind enough over the years to teach Dick the domestic side of life and revealed to the young man that Bruce had been given control of a trust fund that Dick's parents had created for him. This trust fund had been left in the hands of financial expert Lucius Fox who had grown it into a modest fortune for Dick. Thanking Alfred for everything, Dick embarked away from Gotham.
Locating he Justice League didn’t take long, as the heroes soon appeared attacking the cities they had sworn to protect. An alien organism had left the Justice League under the control of a creature that wished to conquer and enslave the Earth. Working together fluidly as a team, the Titans managed to free their mentors and alongside them repel the potential alien invasion. After these events, Superman, Batman, Flash Aquaman, Wonder Woman and the rest of the league placed their support towards the idea of the young men and women becoming a heroic group, and the Titans were officially sanctioned by the Justice League.
Continuing as the team’s leader, Dick was confronted by Batman who officially returned the Boy Wonder’s former identity as Robin to him. An olive branch was extended between the two, and Batman welcomed Robin back into the Batcave. The Titans were later expanded when the quartet found themselves overwhelmed on the sands of Kahndaq. But luck was on their side as they were joined by the telepath Lilith Clay (Omen) and the recently rogue Roy Harper (Speedy - later Arsenal). Making it out of Kahndaq as a team, the Titans returned home to their base in Manhattan.
Having received a private and very privileged education from the finest teachers, paid for and provided by Bruce, Dick had completed a high school level education. Upon his return to Gotham, Dick began attending college at Hudson University splitting his time between the Titans and Manhattan and Batman in Gotham. Dick had chosen Hudson to assert his independence from Bruce. Robin started to take on solo missions as well, and found himself to be a capable crime-fighter in his own right.
Dick realized at that point he had grown up, he no longer relied on the Batman. In fact, he and the Dark Knight disagreed on crime-fighting methodology. His newfound independence and Titans' duties in New York left less time for his former commitments in Gotham City. He had also dropped out of Hudson after only one semester. Without Bruce, Dick was out on his own but was more than capable of taking care of himself. Alfred had been kind enough over the years to teach Dick the domestic side of life and revealed to the young man that Bruce had been given control of a trust fund that Dick's parents had created for him. This trust fund had been left in the hands of financial expert Lucius Fox who had grown it into a modest fortune for Dick. Thanking Alfred for everything, Dick embarked away from Gotham.
O U T O F T H E S H A D O W
Spending nearly a year backpacking through Europe, Dick took it upon himself to return to his Romani roots and explore the world as they had, living as a nomad and travelling from town to town. The experience was wholly enriching and exactly what Dick had needed on his trip of self discovery. Returning to North America, Dick continued his journey eventually encountering a Tamaranian named Koriand'r. Kori, as she preferred, opened Dick's eyes to the further wonders of the world as he could live vicariously through her optimistic and naive point of view about Earth. The two became rather passionately involved and were almost married at a Vegas Chapel until the ceremony was disturbed by the appearance of a mysterious young girl by the name of Raven asking the pair for aid.
The daughter of a Demon named Trigon, Raven had escaped her father's clutches and sought out the Titans believing the former teen heroes were her only hope. Reuniting with the Titans, Dick found the team was joined by newcomers Malcolm Duncan (Guardian) and Karen Beecher (Bumblebee). Repelling the demon, Dick rediscovered his self-worth among the new team. Batman, however, was less than pleased and summoned Dick to Gotham. He informed Dick that if he no longer wanted to be his partner, then Dick would have to retire as Robin repentantly. Taking his things, Dick moved out of Wayne Manor, leaving his life with Bruce behind. Helping him through this difficult time were his fellow Titans, more specifically Kori, who urged Dick to not allow Bruce to define him just as she had refused to be defined by her slavers. Realizing his journey was far from over, Dick handed over leadership of the Titans to Donna and departed.
Uncertain what to do, Dick turned to someone he knew would understand, Superman. Travelling to Metropolis, Dick sought out Superman who much to Dick's surprise recognized the former Boy Wonder. Showing Dick, the city, Clark and Dick eventually sat down for a meal where the two heroes had a heart to heart, sharing their frustrations towards Bruce and ended the night with Superman sharing a story he heard about a Kandorian hero who not unlike Dick was cast out by his family. The man had dreamed of a world ruled by justice, and set out to protect the helpless of Krypton. His identity was never revealed, he was known only as Nightwing.
The daughter of a Demon named Trigon, Raven had escaped her father's clutches and sought out the Titans believing the former teen heroes were her only hope. Reuniting with the Titans, Dick found the team was joined by newcomers Malcolm Duncan (Guardian) and Karen Beecher (Bumblebee). Repelling the demon, Dick rediscovered his self-worth among the new team. Batman, however, was less than pleased and summoned Dick to Gotham. He informed Dick that if he no longer wanted to be his partner, then Dick would have to retire as Robin repentantly. Taking his things, Dick moved out of Wayne Manor, leaving his life with Bruce behind. Helping him through this difficult time were his fellow Titans, more specifically Kori, who urged Dick to not allow Bruce to define him just as she had refused to be defined by her slavers. Realizing his journey was far from over, Dick handed over leadership of the Titans to Donna and departed.
Uncertain what to do, Dick turned to someone he knew would understand, Superman. Travelling to Metropolis, Dick sought out Superman who much to Dick's surprise recognized the former Boy Wonder. Showing Dick, the city, Clark and Dick eventually sat down for a meal where the two heroes had a heart to heart, sharing their frustrations towards Bruce and ended the night with Superman sharing a story he heard about a Kandorian hero who not unlike Dick was cast out by his family. The man had dreamed of a world ruled by justice, and set out to protect the helpless of Krypton. His identity was never revealed, he was known only as Nightwing.
A K N I G H T I N B L Ü D H A V E N
Taking the alias as his own mantle, Dick had moved out of Bruce’s shadow and began to cast his own. Returning to Gotham, Dick didn’t stay long as a case lead him into nearby Blüdhaven. Sitting to Gotham’s South, the city was just as crime ridden, if not worse than Gotham. After discovering twenty-two dead men had floated into Gotham's south harbor, Dick made the decision to leave Gotham to the Batman and made the move to Blüdhaven. It didn't take long after the move for Nightwing to realize that Blüdhaven was what Gotham had been before Batman arrived. Brimming with corruption to the highest levels of power, it seemed to be that whatever was too coarse or too awful for Gotham, would end up in the 'Haven. Due to his investigative training with Bruce, Dick quickly discovered that all the corruption in the city leads directly to the crime lord Blockbuster.
His arrival was however not met with warmest reception as the local law enforcement didn’t take kindly to a vigilante cleaning up their streets. Blockbuster’s enforcers also tangled with Nightwing, and he was nearly killed by a monster calling herself Orca. Had it not been for the intervention of the mysterious Huntress, Dick’s career would likely had been brought to a quick end. The Huntress brought Dick to safety, allowing him time to recover before the two departed paths on amicable terms.
Living in Bludhaven, Dick found an apartment to rent as his base of operations, while taking a job as a bartender to better keep track of both the crime and corruption in the city. Finding himself frequently battling Blockbuster's minions, Nightwing discovered the crime-lord had place a large bounty on his head. Unfortunately for Dick this attracted the wrong kind of attention leading to his own personal group of rogues such as Stallion, Lady Vic, Brutale, and Shrike, all of who attempt to claim the bounty for their own.
To fight the city’s corruption from within, Dick enrolled in the Blüdhaven Police Academy. Attending class by day and battling crime by night, Dick managed to graduate a year later with full honors. Joining the local police department, Dick aimed to work on both sides of the law as Nightwing and an officer. However, it was this growing influence that finally caught up with Dick as he caught the attention of the Court of Owls.
His arrival was however not met with warmest reception as the local law enforcement didn’t take kindly to a vigilante cleaning up their streets. Blockbuster’s enforcers also tangled with Nightwing, and he was nearly killed by a monster calling herself Orca. Had it not been for the intervention of the mysterious Huntress, Dick’s career would likely had been brought to a quick end. The Huntress brought Dick to safety, allowing him time to recover before the two departed paths on amicable terms.
Living in Bludhaven, Dick found an apartment to rent as his base of operations, while taking a job as a bartender to better keep track of both the crime and corruption in the city. Finding himself frequently battling Blockbuster's minions, Nightwing discovered the crime-lord had place a large bounty on his head. Unfortunately for Dick this attracted the wrong kind of attention leading to his own personal group of rogues such as Stallion, Lady Vic, Brutale, and Shrike, all of who attempt to claim the bounty for their own.
To fight the city’s corruption from within, Dick enrolled in the Blüdhaven Police Academy. Attending class by day and battling crime by night, Dick managed to graduate a year later with full honors. Joining the local police department, Dick aimed to work on both sides of the law as Nightwing and an officer. However, it was this growing influence that finally caught up with Dick as he caught the attention of the Court of Owls.
A D A R K K N I G H T
The Court of Owls had watched Dick Grayson since the day he had been born. A direct descendent of one of their finest assassins, Dick had been chosen to be taken by the Court the night his parents died. Zucco’s murder however muddled their plans and while the Court had put the motions in play to take Dick, they were once again foiled by Bruce Wayne. Now, as an adult fully trained by the legendary Batman, Dick was even more valuable to the Court.
Dick began to receive messages, at first veiled clues and hints before they became more persistent and clear. Photographs of himself, those he cared about and even Bruce arrived and Dick was eventually forced to meet with the Court. Given an ultimatum, Dick could either work for the court both as Nightwing and as a public servant, or the Court would kill everyone Dick cared about, starting first with Bruce Wayne, then his butler. Agreeing to the conditions of the blackmail, the Court manufactured a transfer for Dick and he left the Blüdhaven Police force, transferring into Gotham’s Internal Affairs Unit.
With the Batman missing for three days, the Court is poised to have Nightwing replace the Bat as Gotham’s guardian, rendering the city under control of the Court by both night and day.
Dick began to receive messages, at first veiled clues and hints before they became more persistent and clear. Photographs of himself, those he cared about and even Bruce arrived and Dick was eventually forced to meet with the Court. Given an ultimatum, Dick could either work for the court both as Nightwing and as a public servant, or the Court would kill everyone Dick cared about, starting first with Bruce Wayne, then his butler. Agreeing to the conditions of the blackmail, the Court manufactured a transfer for Dick and he left the Blüdhaven Police force, transferring into Gotham’s Internal Affairs Unit.
With the Batman missing for three days, the Court is poised to have Nightwing replace the Bat as Gotham’s guardian, rendering the city under control of the Court by both night and day.
▼ A B I L I T I E S & S K I L L S:
"The Batman taught me, guided me, trained me. What I am, I owe to him."
//ABILITIES:
■ PEAK HUMAN CONDITIONING | Grayson possesses the peak athletic strength and endurance of a man who regularly engages in intensive physical exercise. As such Grayson possesses the normal human strength of a man that has intense physical workouts at the height and weight of 5"10 175 lb. While he relies more on speed and agility than strength, Grayson has shown incredible strength throughout the years. On a peak day, Grayson can press lift 350lbs, basically meaning he can lift twice his own weight above his head. Grayson's human conditioning also grants him something in the way of durability, though more specifically it's through the fact he's used to enduring pain and can ignore and work through it. This can give the impression to lesser minds that he's superhuman.
■ CHARISMATIC | Probably one of the most charistmatic people you will ever meet, despite living with Batman for five years, Dick still retains his bright and sunny disposition and as such is very easy to get along with. The former circus boy is very much still a charming performer and is a huge flirt, something that is generally returned from members of the opposite sex and even those who aren't. Grayson makes the clothes fall off faster than Tequila.
■ STEALTH | Grayson is capable of breaching high security facilities without being detected. He can even sneak up on Batman himself on occasion. He is also skilled enough to even sneak away and keep hidden from Speedsters such as Jesse Quick or others with abilities that allow them to survey environments precisely and quickly.
■ WEAPON PROFICIENCY | Due to his training with Batman, Grayson has been taught and displayed skills and proficiency in various weaponry ranging from shurikens (which the Batfamily uses in the forms of Wing-Dings and Batarangs), to eskrima sticks and staves to swords and even bows to various modern firearms.
■ BEST BUTT IN THE DCU | Dick Grayson has the finest ass in the entire world. It's a fact, deal with it.
■ CHARISMATIC | Probably one of the most charistmatic people you will ever meet, despite living with Batman for five years, Dick still retains his bright and sunny disposition and as such is very easy to get along with. The former circus boy is very much still a charming performer and is a huge flirt, something that is generally returned from members of the opposite sex and even those who aren't. Grayson makes the clothes fall off faster than Tequila.
■ STEALTH | Grayson is capable of breaching high security facilities without being detected. He can even sneak up on Batman himself on occasion. He is also skilled enough to even sneak away and keep hidden from Speedsters such as Jesse Quick or others with abilities that allow them to survey environments precisely and quickly.
■ WEAPON PROFICIENCY | Due to his training with Batman, Grayson has been taught and displayed skills and proficiency in various weaponry ranging from shurikens (which the Batfamily uses in the forms of Wing-Dings and Batarangs), to eskrima sticks and staves to swords and even bows to various modern firearms.
■ BEST BUTT IN THE DCU | Dick Grayson has the finest ass in the entire world. It's a fact, deal with it.
//SKILLS:
■ MASTER ACROBAT | Grayson is a prodigious natural athlete, possessing a peak human level of agility/acrobatic skills. He is generally regarded as the greatest human acrobat in the world. Batman himself is an incredible athlete in agility, but even he can admit that Grayson's skill surpasses his own. Grayson is the only person on Earth who can do the quadruple somersault (formerly one of three, the other two being his parents).
■ MASTER MARTIAL ARTIST | He is a master of many martial arts disciplines with an emphasis on Aikido, Jeet Kune Do, Escrima, Tae Kwon Do, Judo, Wing Chun, Hapkido, Jiu-jitsu, Shotokan Karate, Savate, Kendo, Ninjitsu, Boxing and Tang Soo Do . He has effectively combined the martial arts he has mastered into a unique style that suits his strengths. This makes him a challenging opponent for even the world's best martial artists.
■ MASTER OF DISGUISE | Taught by the Batman in the art of disguise, like his mentor, Grayson had mastered the art of disguise by the time he was 21. Grayson has used many aliases to infiltrate the underworld or just to go undercover in public situations. However unlike Batman, Grayson doesn't keep a standing collection of identities and instead invents them on an as needed basis.
■ EXPERT DRIVER | Grayson is proficient at driving many vehicles like cars, motor bikes, trucks and he is also skillful at driving jets, helicopters and auto boats and small ships.
■ EXPERT ESCAPOLOGIST | Due to his training with Batman, he possess extreme skill in escapology. Grayson has shown such proficiency as escaping a straightjacket in 4.5 seconds and was able to use a Tibetan Mind Technique to escape virtual reality. Grayson has even been able to escape a maze faster than Wally West due to his training under Batman.
■ EXPERT MARKSMAN | Grayson is skilled enough to use modified Shuriken (Wing-Dings) to hit thugs at a great distance with his eyes closed, despite even giving him a head-start and disarm others with his wingdings. He is also capable of using firearms, as he was trained by Batman to do in order to gain a better understanding to disarm those who use them.
■ SKILLED DETECTIVE | Grayson is a world class detective, though not quite as proficient as Batman. In light of that, Grayson has been said to be third to Batman who is widely regarded as the 'World's Greatest Detective'. Grayson was able to solve a riddle by the Riddler before Batman himself even figured it out and this was before Grayson had become Robin. Furthermore, he has been known to solve mysteries and cases in a speed that even impresses his mentor. Barbara Gordon even commented that he was able to solve 4 cases in "America's Most Wanted" in a single morning and solved a homicidal case that went unsolved for 14 years.
■ SKILLED HACKER | He is skilled enough to hack into the Batcomputer emergency override codes during a time when he and Bruce had a falling out following his evolution from Robin to Nightwing. During his travels with Kori, Grayson also hacked a Alien Terminal with the use of the Tameranian Language he had learned from former teammate and romantic interest Starfire.
■ SKILLED MULTI-LINGUIST | Having had the finest education as Bruce Wayne's ward, he speaks with fluency in English, French, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, Farsi (Persian), Mandarin and Cantonese, and has some knowledge of Romany and the alien language of Tamaran.
■ SKILLED TRACKER | Gryason has been trained in hunting techniques by Batman who learned by the way of the African Bushmen (the Ghost Tribes of the Ten-eyed Brotherhood, among others). As such Grayson's skills are quite considerable both in natural and urban environments.
■ MASTER MARTIAL ARTIST | He is a master of many martial arts disciplines with an emphasis on Aikido, Jeet Kune Do, Escrima, Tae Kwon Do, Judo, Wing Chun, Hapkido, Jiu-jitsu, Shotokan Karate, Savate, Kendo, Ninjitsu, Boxing and Tang Soo Do . He has effectively combined the martial arts he has mastered into a unique style that suits his strengths. This makes him a challenging opponent for even the world's best martial artists.
■ MASTER OF DISGUISE | Taught by the Batman in the art of disguise, like his mentor, Grayson had mastered the art of disguise by the time he was 21. Grayson has used many aliases to infiltrate the underworld or just to go undercover in public situations. However unlike Batman, Grayson doesn't keep a standing collection of identities and instead invents them on an as needed basis.
■ EXPERT DRIVER | Grayson is proficient at driving many vehicles like cars, motor bikes, trucks and he is also skillful at driving jets, helicopters and auto boats and small ships.
■ EXPERT ESCAPOLOGIST | Due to his training with Batman, he possess extreme skill in escapology. Grayson has shown such proficiency as escaping a straightjacket in 4.5 seconds and was able to use a Tibetan Mind Technique to escape virtual reality. Grayson has even been able to escape a maze faster than Wally West due to his training under Batman.
■ EXPERT MARKSMAN | Grayson is skilled enough to use modified Shuriken (Wing-Dings) to hit thugs at a great distance with his eyes closed, despite even giving him a head-start and disarm others with his wingdings. He is also capable of using firearms, as he was trained by Batman to do in order to gain a better understanding to disarm those who use them.
■ SKILLED DETECTIVE | Grayson is a world class detective, though not quite as proficient as Batman. In light of that, Grayson has been said to be third to Batman who is widely regarded as the 'World's Greatest Detective'. Grayson was able to solve a riddle by the Riddler before Batman himself even figured it out and this was before Grayson had become Robin. Furthermore, he has been known to solve mysteries and cases in a speed that even impresses his mentor. Barbara Gordon even commented that he was able to solve 4 cases in "America's Most Wanted" in a single morning and solved a homicidal case that went unsolved for 14 years.
■ SKILLED HACKER | He is skilled enough to hack into the Batcomputer emergency override codes during a time when he and Bruce had a falling out following his evolution from Robin to Nightwing. During his travels with Kori, Grayson also hacked a Alien Terminal with the use of the Tameranian Language he had learned from former teammate and romantic interest Starfire.
■ SKILLED MULTI-LINGUIST | Having had the finest education as Bruce Wayne's ward, he speaks with fluency in English, French, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, Farsi (Persian), Mandarin and Cantonese, and has some knowledge of Romany and the alien language of Tamaran.
■ SKILLED TRACKER | Gryason has been trained in hunting techniques by Batman who learned by the way of the African Bushmen (the Ghost Tribes of the Ten-eyed Brotherhood, among others). As such Grayson's skills are quite considerable both in natural and urban environments.
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Name: Leonard "Lenny" Romano
Age: 35
Aliases: Lenny Fiasco, The Eraser, The Cleaner
Appearance:
Crisp lines define the man's outward appearance in such a way that you would be forgiven in questioning whether there is any substance to him below the fabrics of his shirt. He's rarely without a yellow-coloured suit, usually two-piece, pinstriped and ironed within an inch of its life, and favours dark shirts and ties, married to each other with a pin to limit movement. His polished shoes point at the ends, with an extendable blade housed in each tip, as well as other specialist items in the raised heels. He carries a pair of black gloves in his pockets, and interestingly, has no fingerprints to speak of. His cropped black hair and clean shaven face are hidden by a full helmet when at work - the helm has the appearance of the eraser end of a pencil, with mirrored eye holes. This overlarge headpiece doubles as a way to hide his identity, as well as a kind of carry-all for some of his less labor-intensive tools.
Skills/Abilities:
- Lenny is highly skilled with a firearm, carrying a silenced Walther PPQ and an air-pistol capable of firing anaesthetic darts.
- He is gifted in forensics and chemistry and is in possession of a number of solvents and deodorants, that aid him in removing evidence from crimes. One such compound, of his own invention, can be applied to shoes to prevent prints being made.
- He is highly observant.
- He has an average level of athletic talent and some martial prowess. Despite his name, he is often inclined to fight dirty as strength and wit are not on his side.
Biography:
"Lenny Fiasco" is the working alias of the man named Leonard Romano. The son of a wealthy Bankster, at school Romano rubbed shoulders with the offspring of some of the most prestigious members of Gotham's elite. He was a personal friend of Jordan Hill, son of the yet-to-be Mayor and a sometime classmate of Bruce Wayne, heir to the deceased Thomas and Martha Wayne. While at school he developed an interest in chemistry and a distaste for curriculum. Almost without impetus, a life of crime found him in his later teens, as he began to do odd jobs for the Gotham Mob. He continued to develop his prowess in chemistry, his talent providing him with a number of resources and tools. Eager for a fresh start, he took a new name and a costumed identity and became a private cleaner for the criminal element.
As The Eraser, Lenny is a costumed criminal specialising in the niche area of crime-scene clean up - his job is to remove the evidence of his clients' crimes before the police have a chance to scour the crime scene. In this, he is aided by his accountant and promoter, Noah Kuttler who acts as an informant, researcher and ambassador to the criminal elite, all without leaving his office. Often, the jobs he takes on are far more complicated than simple removal of prints. At this point in his career, he will have the task of assisting The Penny Plunderer when a special job is thrust upon him.
Name: Damian Ibn Al-Khufash, Formerly also Damian Al-Ghul, Currently Damian Wayne.
Age: 9
Alias: Robin (Self-Appointed)
Appearance:
Skills/Abilities
Biography: The biological son of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul, Damian Wayne was born without his father's knowledge in the hopes that he would one day be the heir to the League of Shadows. Damian spent the first seven years of his life studying under numerous masters in the League of Shadows as well as his own family members.
If he failed at any task he was punished harshly and the training exercises themselves came with a casual disregard for his health and safety, with the LoS secure in the knowledge that any injury too severe for their resources to heal meant he was unworthy of his inheritance. He was forced to kill or die, to conquer others at any cost whether by wit, skill or sheer violence. From time to time even when he wasn't training or was already involved in another exercise, assassins would be sent after him with instructions to kill him in order to test his fitness.
Outside of his training, Damian was treated as a prince. After all, he was the son of Ra's Al Ghul's favored heir if not the heir himself. He was showered with gifts, surrounded by servants and never wanted for anything his heart desired. As a result Damian took to his lessons and lifestyle within the League passionately, becoming arrogant, ruthless, accustomed to power and convinced he was on a righteous path. More than anything though, he idolized stories his mother told him of his father Bruce Wayne: The Batman. He was said to be a peerless warrior who punished the wicked and would someday join Damian and his mother in saving the world.
It wasn't until Talia revealed Damian's existence to Bruce and supposedly abandoned him to his father's protection for reasons unknown that he learned how different dreams and bedtime stories were from reality.
Age: 9
Alias: Robin (Self-Appointed)
Appearance:
Skills/Abilities
Even before coming under Batman's tutelage, Damian spent every second of his life practicing the art of concealment while being raised by the League of Shadows. As a result he's mastered stealth and infiltration to the point where it's become coded into reflex. While it may sound impressive, He has to be reminded to make enough noise when he moves in everyday situations so as not to 'accidentally' sneak up on people and at times has to fight back feelings of discomfort when using 'obvious' entryways into rooms.
This isn't so much about Damian having a lot of knowledge, although under the League's tutelage his education was extensive. It more accurately means that he's naturally intellectually gifted. He has a more-or-less perfect memory that makes the process of picking up new knowledge and skills much faster and easier than it has any right to be, and he's practically a walking database for subjects ranging from economics and world politics to medicine and zoology. On the other hand, he lacks the life experience to really put a lot of his knowledge together in meaningful contexts and he's easily flustered and annoyed if a task proves too difficult to master quickly. His perfect memory also includes all the numerous unpleasant or traumatizing memories packed into his short life.
Damian is about as physically capable as it's possible for a child of his age to be without being a superhuman.
While in no way superhuman in terms of toughness or durability, Damian has been exposed to a massive amount of pain over his short lifetime that- coupled with specialized League of Shadows training and sheer arrogant stubbornness- enables him to endure and shake off a great deal more punishment than any child should be capable of enduring.
Damian studied swordsmanship directly under Ra's Al Ghul from the earliest part of his childhood, as well as under several lesser instructors throughout his time in the League. Damian has a strong emotional affinity for swords as well. He often experiences discomfort from lacking one- though not to the extent that being completely unarmed makes him feel- and chafes under Bruce forbidding him from carrying a blade. Due to both training and personal interest, Damian has a near encyclopedic knowledge regarding swords and swordsmanship as well as proficiency in several styles of swordsmanship from various countries and time periods.
Damian has been training with various forms of ranged weaponry for most of his life and has become extremely skilled and accurate with a wide array of distance weapons. Use of throwing knives and shuriken is a mainstay if not specialty of most Assassins, and Damian's time around Batman has only sharpened his skills. However, Damian heavily favors archery if a bow is available to him, having spent several years apprenticed under Arthur King A.K.A. Merlyn the Magician, arch-rival of Green Arrow. Damian is also comfortable with and skilled in the use of numerous modern firearms, though not to the same extent.
Damian is a fairly adept acrobat and traceur, able to navigate the rooftops of Gotham and a wide variety of other environments with ease and exploit acrobatics in combat to outmaneuver opponents, though not yet with the skill, style and agility of Grayson.
Despite his inexperience and impatience as a detective, Damian's training with the League of Shadows means he is an excellent tracker capable of swiftly and accurately identifying, tracking and shadowing targets whether in the urban sprawl of Gotham or in wilderness environments ranging from desert wastelands to dense jungles, though he can still be fooled by clever enough quarry.
As part of his assassin training, Damian was required to learn the ins and outs of escaping mundane imprisonment of various forms. In addition, he was occasionally put through tests where he was required to free himself from traps designed by the League of Shadows. Still, he's had nowhere near the level of experience of the most seasoned of his allies.
Damian is a master level martial artist, having been trained by the likes of The Sensei, Kirigi and Ra's Al-Ghul himself. However when it comes to fighting non-lethally his skills actually hinder as much as they help. In combat, he has to constantly resist all of his prior training in order to avoid killing his enemies. He's experienced some retraining at the hands of Batman and others to reign in his more murderous impulses, but is still incapable of fighting at anywhere near his full potential unless it's to the death.
Damian has the raw intellect, knowledge and observational skills to become a great detective one day but currently he lacks the patience and open-mindedness required for quality investigative work. That said, being the worst out of a group of some of the world's greatest detectives still puts him a cut above normal.
Biography: The biological son of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul, Damian Wayne was born without his father's knowledge in the hopes that he would one day be the heir to the League of Shadows. Damian spent the first seven years of his life studying under numerous masters in the League of Shadows as well as his own family members.
If he failed at any task he was punished harshly and the training exercises themselves came with a casual disregard for his health and safety, with the LoS secure in the knowledge that any injury too severe for their resources to heal meant he was unworthy of his inheritance. He was forced to kill or die, to conquer others at any cost whether by wit, skill or sheer violence. From time to time even when he wasn't training or was already involved in another exercise, assassins would be sent after him with instructions to kill him in order to test his fitness.
Outside of his training, Damian was treated as a prince. After all, he was the son of Ra's Al Ghul's favored heir if not the heir himself. He was showered with gifts, surrounded by servants and never wanted for anything his heart desired. As a result Damian took to his lessons and lifestyle within the League passionately, becoming arrogant, ruthless, accustomed to power and convinced he was on a righteous path. More than anything though, he idolized stories his mother told him of his father Bruce Wayne: The Batman. He was said to be a peerless warrior who punished the wicked and would someday join Damian and his mother in saving the world.
It wasn't until Talia revealed Damian's existence to Bruce and supposedly abandoned him to his father's protection for reasons unknown that he learned how different dreams and bedtime stories were from reality.
Stephanie Brown
“I always thought the worst part of this job was the creeps trying to kill you, not me trying to kill myself." Name: Stephanie Brown
Alias(es): Spoiler/Robin(formerly)
Age:17
Appearance:
Stephanie is pretty, but not in any unique way. She has blond hair, blue eyes and a rather normal face. Her physique only stands out because of her fitness from vigilante work and training, otherwise she stands at a respectably average 5’5. The only really unique feature she has are the scars remaining from Black Face’s torture, most conveniently placed on her back and pretty much always hidden by clothing.
Biography:
For the most part Stephanie Brown was raised by her mother, as her father spend most of her childhood in prison. Her younger years where rather normal for someone who would become a vigilante and while home life was never idyllic, she wasn’t terribly unhappy; until her father left prison for what he vowed would be the last time. Eventually Stephanie would discover he was in fact still working with the organized crime in Gotham under the alias ‘Cluemaster’. The discovery enraged Stephanie enough to steal his plans and create a persona, ‘Spoiler’ who left hints to Cluemaster’s plan around Gotham for Batman to find. The then Robin, discovered her true identity and convinced her to aid himself and Batman more directly.
Home life didn’t improve much for Stephanie, even with her father in prison. When the news that Cluemaster had escaped, Spoiler emerged again, only to stumble upon Robin who was also looking for her father. Just as the two teamed up Stephanie was kidnapped by the Gully Carson Gang; offered as ‘insurance’ by Cluemaster that the gang would get their cut. After being rescued by Batman and Robin and once again sorting out her father, Stephanie decided to become a full-fledged vigilante. She enjoyed the thrill and spending time with Robin, whose identity remained a mystery, even after they began a rather tumultuous relationship.
Stephanie discovered she was pregnant from an ex-boyfriend who had recently skipped town. Spoiler retired for a time, but her relationship with Robin continued throughout the pregnancy and after she gave the baby girl up for adoption. Batman, seeing Spoiler wasn’t going to leave anytime soon, offered Stephanie the opportunity to train with himself, The Birds of Prey, and Batgirl. Thinking Robin was missing, Batman also told her his real name; Tim Drake.
It wasn’t long however until Batman decided Stephanie wasn’t cut out to be a hero, and her training stopped. For a period, Stephanie seriously reconsidered living as a vigilante; until hearing about her father’s death in a suicide squad mission. The news sent Spoiler out on a solo crime-fighting rampage, where she sought out all the criminals her father had ever worker with, not to even hurt them, but to get a better idea as to who her father had been. After her crime-fighting spree, Stephanie decided to continue her ‘night work’, and helped alongside Robin until Tim Drake was forced to hang up his cape. Stephanie, looking to comfort him went to his school to see one of his classmates kissing him. Furious, she ceased all contact with him and spent 3 days locked in her room to make her own Robin uniform. Batman, finding the ill-equipped Stephanie in his bat cave agreed to take her on as the new Robin, so long as she followed his orders to the letter. For close to two months the new ‘girl wonder’ trained harder than ever before, going out with batman with increasing frequency and developing a more comfortable relationship. She preformed quite well as Robin, and thought she was actually close to passing her probation until she tried to save a blinded Batman, after he had directly ordered her to stay put. In her mind, Stephanie had done it to save his life but it was a blunder that led to their target escaping. She was promptly fired by Batman for a second time, told to wipe her files from the batcave computers and go home and not return and either Robin or Spoiler.
This time Stephanie didn’t doubt herself, and instead became furious. In a desperate attempt to prove herself she stole Batman’s plans to rid Gotham’s organized crime completely and enacted them. Unfortunately, she did not account that the plan hinged on one of Batman’s other identities and unintentionally began a city-wide gang war. She was captured by Black Mask as the city raged, and was tortured for information on Batman’s informants. Suffering severe injuries including a gunshot wound she manages to get to Thompkins’s Clinic, and to the knowledge of all who knew her, died there hours later.
In reality, her death was staged; she spent a year in Africa, volunteering alongside Leslie Thompkins. Upon her return to Gotham she re-claimed the identity of Spoiler, and did some work for the penguin, ultimately setting him up for failure. All without notifying any of her former friends/accomplices. The purple outfit didn’t stay secret for long, and after some misguided attempt to aid Robin, she reveals herself to be alive and well. Batman apparently knew the entire time she was still alive, but was alright with her returning to hero work, agreeing that she now understood it wasn’t just a game. Since then she's largely been keeping her distance from the Batfamily and urban Gotham, returning to watch over the often over-looked suburbs as before.
Skills:
- Physical Training: Stephanie’s had training from Birds of Prey and the Batfamily. She’s learned acrobatics as well as improved her physical strength well beyond what could be considered normal for a teenage girl.
- Stealth: Stephanie didn’t start real training until after already spending time as Spoiler. In the beginning her main method of not getting hurt was to just avoid fights and, that failing, get out of them as soon as she could.
- Programming/Hacking:Oracle has, somewhat begrudgingly taught Stephanie a good deal about computers. She’s no Tim Drake or Batman, but can make her way through basic security systems.
- Combat Training: More training form Batman/Birds of Prey. Stephanie has proven herself capable of holding her own against some of Gotham’s worst criminals; including beating down black mask after hours of torture.
- Tools/Weapons Training: Another method to avoiding/escaping tight situations before being trained in proper combat. She is a reliable thrower with batarangs and such, but no longer having contact with the family she doesn't usually have many laying around.
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Name: Lucas Williams
Alias: Chance
Age: 27
Physical description: Utilizing a background in Judo and Boxing he has kept a lean physique most of his life. Chance stands at around six foot even thanks to his Merrell combat boots. His clothing of choice in his line of work is a grey spandex top, a snake skin pattern tactical pistol over strap, grey 5.11 cargo pants, and air force blue Merrel's. With so many mysterious folk in this day and age he chose to don a mask as well. An off white full mask that has a couple of spades spread out on it was his choice. Thinking a playing card theme would go nice with the Alias he fell into.
Abilities: Through years of utilization he has been able to understand his "gift". Hand to hand threats that approach him in an abrupt manner will trigger his "sixth sense" of sorts and give him the ability to react accordingly. This has been able to give him the edge in several fights over the years. However, a noticeable pain comes with the initiation of this ability. Once his body has reacted to the blow his brain sends a shock through his nervous system. It would seem the medication didn't necessarily take away his migraines all together, but more so redirected them. His muscles seize momentarily as control of his body leaves this "medicinally" induced force and returns back to his control. It has definitely left him more cautious over the years to abrupt welcomes from others.
History: "Order in the court! We are here to finally put to rest the case of 16 year old Lucas Williams who has been accused of two accounts of murder in the 1st degree." Judge Faden placed his gavel back down as his eyes fell on the young boy. With a long breath releasing from the Judges mouth he directed his attention to the attorney appointed over Lucas. "Anything else you would like to bring in defense before we issue our final judgement?"
We all know where this goes. A young boy thrown into the face of distress, chaos, and darkness under pretenses locked in shadow. Mark and Elizabeth Williams were murdered in cold blood, just like several cases handled early that month. Different people from around Gotham were being dropped like flies, but unlike other cases being handled at the moment local detectives were able to find a knot that tied all of these threads together. When unraveled and laid out the thread spelled "Lucas". First, an English teacher from Gotham City High was gunned down in an alley. Secondly, a judo teacher's body was recovered from the side of the river just outside of the city. Finally, we have his parents knocking on Heaven's door.
The English teacher, Miss Hatcher, was known for having a terrible relationship with the young Williams boy. Upon further research into their interactions they found out she was filing for his expulsion on account of his constant misbehavior at school. The Judo Teacher, Mr. Darius, would toss him into the fire in every training session. From embarrassing him in front of the class, for his crass behavior, to almost knocking the boy out on several occasion. The bond they shared was laced with animosity. Finally, his parents. For reasons unknown to him he had been thrown into these weird medical trials by them. Sure, he had intense migraines, but why couldn't he just go to the damn hospital like "normal" kids his age? Nooooooo, his father had to find another cheap route to accomplish a simple task. At least they gave him a local psychologist to monitor his mental state. These migraines would weigh on him in regards to his "anger issues". Which made the psychologist even more necessary.
The Elliot medical foundation was offering a volunteer study on a new medication that could have the potential to cure migraines permanently. With all great trials though, have the potential for a few hiccups every now and again. Hiccups may be a poor choice of words. A few dead teenagers pushed under the rug may have earned a word with more severity behind it. The drug was having an adverse affect on those children in particular by pushing those migraines into overdrive. Essentially, they fried their brains. When you signed the dotted line though, that little bit of information wasn't listed in the fine print.
Lucas began his trials at 15 years old. With his birthday only a month away his mother was naturally wishing for a miracle. Well, she was wishing for a miracle when she wasn't looking at the bottom of a bottle. First she has to deal with a husband who doesn't resemble the man she said "I do" too and now a son whose anger episodes rival a freight train with the breaks blown out. If this "miracle" drug pulled through, she would only have to deal with half the pain. You want a miracle Elizabeth? Well, you are gonna get something close.
The trial was over, Lucas walked out to see his family and, at first, it seemed nothing was wrong. That was exactly the initial miracle. Nothing was wrong anymore. Months would pass and no migraine would grace his brain. God shined bright on those last few months the Williams family had together. Until the day finally came that sent him on a journey into Gotham's underground to try and find a piece for himself. That day was rang off with two thunderous sounds.
Bang, Bang
Two shots, Two bodies, and a distraught son. It all went by in a whirlwind. By the time Lucas had realized what had happened the assailant already hightailed it out of there. Where do we go from here? A court room that is where. Which brings us to the spot we began with, only a few months before his 17th birthday at this point. A defense built up by Medical money we come to find out with a little bit of digging. A judge bought out by local thugs so his moral compass was spinning in circles. It wasn't Lucas vs. his parents that day in court. It was the Lucas vs. the entire underground at this point. Why?! What had he done?!
The gavel crashed on that day and sent Lucas straight into the arms of a Youth correctional facility. That is when things began to get clearer over the years. Sure, he was seen by a doctor in attempts to "correct" his mentality. Utilizing different medical practices to unlock the core issues that lay in his brain. What a fucking great cover. This wasn't a damn correctional facility. It was a monitoring facility on the successful test subjects from the Elliot Foundation. Those bastards were trying to figure out why Lucas didn't die that day. With the cat scan x-rays from the day of his successful trial they had a bag full of curiosity to go with it.
With scan in hand, the doctors were in awe that the drug didn't enhance his migraines like the others. The drug seemed to have altered the young boys very mind. They would be insane not to figure out what the drug did do to Lucas! Oh, and they got their answer. During a normal day of scheduled tests on the boy an orderly went to strap him in and send him on his way to the gauntlet of doctors. Lucas did not react as per usual that day. The orderly reached their hand out and he grabbed his wrist perfectly and flipped him over him into the wall. Shock would stretch over the boys face and body. Once he shook it off he muttered, "What the fuck...how did I see..." and then stopped as he looked up and noticed freedom was knocking. 19 year old Lucas jumped to his feet and crept out into the hall. Bobbing and weaving from trash can to gurney while making his way out the front door.
"...I saw his hand...before his hand got to me." He looked down at himself as though staring at a stranger. The one thing he did notice on this enigma that was his body was his patient gown. "Shit," he said aloud as he took off for an alley way. I need to find some clothes now before I get spotted thinking to himself as he scanned the local stores. Thankfully, a clothing outlet was locked up for the night that he may be able to...oh shit. Three thugs had stormed across the road toward the store, eyes searching back and forth as they began to break in. If he remained quiet, he should be able to snag a few clothes and not get seen.
Too late, they triggered the alarm. "Fuck!" one screamed out as they busted in anyway. Adrenaline could do crazy stuff sometimes. Lucas booked it for the store. The thugs were grabbing anything they could carry from the store while he was snagging the first pieces of clothing he could find. Time was up though. The cherry top could be seen from anywhere in that store. Two local Gotham PD slugs made their way into the store looking around. The fire fight wasn't too far behind. One thug would rush the cops with a bat out while the other two fired shots peppering the silhouettes of where they thought the cops were.
"Gotta go now, gotta go now, gotta go now...," Lucas would encourage himself briefly before taking off. Accidentally smashing down different clothing racks as he tried to rush past the cops. His momentum would be stopped by a third cop coming in from the door way. "Hey you little shit, you better..." was the last word he would utter as Lucas used that cops momentum from the grab to swing him, face first, into the doorway. "How the fuck do I keep doing th..." the shock overcame his body briefly again.
The thugs had dispatched of the other two cops and were making their way out of the store when they approached Luke. "Kid, if you wanna stay out of trouble, you better follow us now." Without missing a beat, he took off with the two thugs and an injured one in tow. This is stupid, this is fucking stupid right?
So stupid, fucking STUPID! he thought to himself slowly realizing that these guys could very well be blood thirsty murderers.
As they rounded another alley and jumped into a four door Caddy, they sped off. Cheers were heard from two as Lucas held pressure on the wounds of the third guy in the back. "You know kid, that was some quick thinking on your part back there. I mean," he let out a chuckle ,"Did you see the fucker's face bounce off the damn door way?! It was like BOOM you're outta here!!" They all let out a chuckle. The young man's eyes shot from one person to the next in the car. Slowly, however, he began to let out a laugh too. A wave from his past experiences were all crashing down on him and now running back to sea. It felt like he could finally breath.
Turns out, the three goons worked for a lower end gang known as the Hoods. They brought he kid into this suburban home just out near the city limits. "Pops, we are back with a hall from this last hit." One would shout into the house as he flipped on some of the down stairs lights. The other able bodied one brought the clothes to the living room area and dropped them into different, pre made, cardboard boxes. Down the stairs you would hear thunderous thumps. Maybe they became more thunderous because of Lucas's adrenaline still running wild. An overweight man of Italian decent, donning a white tank top and sleeping pants met them at the door. "What did I tell you about coming straight back here we...," he took a puff of his cigar and gestured at Lucas, "We running a day care?" The pops name was Vinny Martin, he ran this outfit of sorts.
"Oh! Pops!" one of the thugs ran over and put his arm around me, "Meet our new 'muscle' in training uhhh...what was your name again kid?" Fuck, fuck fuck, what do I tell them? I can't use my real name. I don't know who these people are. However, they did help me...I mean what are the chances that I...chance...CHANCE, "Chance!" he shouted abruptly. Vinny and the thugs were taken back by the shout. Then the fat bastard began to chuckle. "Well if Dean here vouches for your loud mouth, then I guess I gotta give you a shot for a bit don't I?"
They sat down with Vinny, telling them the tale of their chance meeting. Two of the thugs even showed a reenactment of how 'Chance' took out the one cop in front of them. Putting out his cigar he looked over the dinner table at the young man and began to explain. "Look kid, you've got guts. This world ain't as clear cut as we would hope. Gotham will chew you up and spit you out if you let it. I mean, you working for us is a...heh...'Chance' in itself," he laugh at his joke then a serious tone came over him. "Tell me kid. Why do you think we stole those clothes today?"
Chance looked back at the boxes and noticed different words in sharpie written across them. "Boys? Girls...are you guys," turning back toward the group, "stealing for...kids or something?" Vinny shot a grin, "Strange right? A group like us getting our hands dirty in such a manner. Now don't you worry, we get our cut from the right people. However, anything that says 'Gotham' on the side of it's car, we don't show a damn lick of trust." Vinny had made his way over to Chances side, "We kill, kid. We fucking steal, kid. We get ours, kid. However, so do the poor degenerates this city forgot about too. Not all heroes have to wear a cape. But I will be damned if anyone of us bows down to the slimy fucks of this town. Am I making myself clear?"
Chance just nodded
"Alright. Well then tomorrow morning we see where you are at. Get some rest in the attic. Dean, grab the boy some pillow and some sheets." Everyone began to get up and go back to doing their work. Chance thanked everyone for this opportunity at a new life. As he made his way up the stairs Vinny hollered at him. "Hey Kid. I know you can flip people around and nonsense. You ever fired a gun though? You ever boxed?" Chance would just shake his head in return. Vinny nodded, "Well then, tomorrow is gonna be a fun day."
Alias: Chance
Age: 27
Physical description: Utilizing a background in Judo and Boxing he has kept a lean physique most of his life. Chance stands at around six foot even thanks to his Merrell combat boots. His clothing of choice in his line of work is a grey spandex top, a snake skin pattern tactical pistol over strap, grey 5.11 cargo pants, and air force blue Merrel's. With so many mysterious folk in this day and age he chose to don a mask as well. An off white full mask that has a couple of spades spread out on it was his choice. Thinking a playing card theme would go nice with the Alias he fell into.
Abilities: Through years of utilization he has been able to understand his "gift". Hand to hand threats that approach him in an abrupt manner will trigger his "sixth sense" of sorts and give him the ability to react accordingly. This has been able to give him the edge in several fights over the years. However, a noticeable pain comes with the initiation of this ability. Once his body has reacted to the blow his brain sends a shock through his nervous system. It would seem the medication didn't necessarily take away his migraines all together, but more so redirected them. His muscles seize momentarily as control of his body leaves this "medicinally" induced force and returns back to his control. It has definitely left him more cautious over the years to abrupt welcomes from others.
History: "Order in the court! We are here to finally put to rest the case of 16 year old Lucas Williams who has been accused of two accounts of murder in the 1st degree." Judge Faden placed his gavel back down as his eyes fell on the young boy. With a long breath releasing from the Judges mouth he directed his attention to the attorney appointed over Lucas. "Anything else you would like to bring in defense before we issue our final judgement?"
We all know where this goes. A young boy thrown into the face of distress, chaos, and darkness under pretenses locked in shadow. Mark and Elizabeth Williams were murdered in cold blood, just like several cases handled early that month. Different people from around Gotham were being dropped like flies, but unlike other cases being handled at the moment local detectives were able to find a knot that tied all of these threads together. When unraveled and laid out the thread spelled "Lucas". First, an English teacher from Gotham City High was gunned down in an alley. Secondly, a judo teacher's body was recovered from the side of the river just outside of the city. Finally, we have his parents knocking on Heaven's door.
The English teacher, Miss Hatcher, was known for having a terrible relationship with the young Williams boy. Upon further research into their interactions they found out she was filing for his expulsion on account of his constant misbehavior at school. The Judo Teacher, Mr. Darius, would toss him into the fire in every training session. From embarrassing him in front of the class, for his crass behavior, to almost knocking the boy out on several occasion. The bond they shared was laced with animosity. Finally, his parents. For reasons unknown to him he had been thrown into these weird medical trials by them. Sure, he had intense migraines, but why couldn't he just go to the damn hospital like "normal" kids his age? Nooooooo, his father had to find another cheap route to accomplish a simple task. At least they gave him a local psychologist to monitor his mental state. These migraines would weigh on him in regards to his "anger issues". Which made the psychologist even more necessary.
The Elliot medical foundation was offering a volunteer study on a new medication that could have the potential to cure migraines permanently. With all great trials though, have the potential for a few hiccups every now and again. Hiccups may be a poor choice of words. A few dead teenagers pushed under the rug may have earned a word with more severity behind it. The drug was having an adverse affect on those children in particular by pushing those migraines into overdrive. Essentially, they fried their brains. When you signed the dotted line though, that little bit of information wasn't listed in the fine print.
Lucas began his trials at 15 years old. With his birthday only a month away his mother was naturally wishing for a miracle. Well, she was wishing for a miracle when she wasn't looking at the bottom of a bottle. First she has to deal with a husband who doesn't resemble the man she said "I do" too and now a son whose anger episodes rival a freight train with the breaks blown out. If this "miracle" drug pulled through, she would only have to deal with half the pain. You want a miracle Elizabeth? Well, you are gonna get something close.
The trial was over, Lucas walked out to see his family and, at first, it seemed nothing was wrong. That was exactly the initial miracle. Nothing was wrong anymore. Months would pass and no migraine would grace his brain. God shined bright on those last few months the Williams family had together. Until the day finally came that sent him on a journey into Gotham's underground to try and find a piece for himself. That day was rang off with two thunderous sounds.
Bang, Bang
Two shots, Two bodies, and a distraught son. It all went by in a whirlwind. By the time Lucas had realized what had happened the assailant already hightailed it out of there. Where do we go from here? A court room that is where. Which brings us to the spot we began with, only a few months before his 17th birthday at this point. A defense built up by Medical money we come to find out with a little bit of digging. A judge bought out by local thugs so his moral compass was spinning in circles. It wasn't Lucas vs. his parents that day in court. It was the Lucas vs. the entire underground at this point. Why?! What had he done?!
The gavel crashed on that day and sent Lucas straight into the arms of a Youth correctional facility. That is when things began to get clearer over the years. Sure, he was seen by a doctor in attempts to "correct" his mentality. Utilizing different medical practices to unlock the core issues that lay in his brain. What a fucking great cover. This wasn't a damn correctional facility. It was a monitoring facility on the successful test subjects from the Elliot Foundation. Those bastards were trying to figure out why Lucas didn't die that day. With the cat scan x-rays from the day of his successful trial they had a bag full of curiosity to go with it.
With scan in hand, the doctors were in awe that the drug didn't enhance his migraines like the others. The drug seemed to have altered the young boys very mind. They would be insane not to figure out what the drug did do to Lucas! Oh, and they got their answer. During a normal day of scheduled tests on the boy an orderly went to strap him in and send him on his way to the gauntlet of doctors. Lucas did not react as per usual that day. The orderly reached their hand out and he grabbed his wrist perfectly and flipped him over him into the wall. Shock would stretch over the boys face and body. Once he shook it off he muttered, "What the fuck...how did I see..." and then stopped as he looked up and noticed freedom was knocking. 19 year old Lucas jumped to his feet and crept out into the hall. Bobbing and weaving from trash can to gurney while making his way out the front door.
"...I saw his hand...before his hand got to me." He looked down at himself as though staring at a stranger. The one thing he did notice on this enigma that was his body was his patient gown. "Shit," he said aloud as he took off for an alley way. I need to find some clothes now before I get spotted thinking to himself as he scanned the local stores. Thankfully, a clothing outlet was locked up for the night that he may be able to...oh shit. Three thugs had stormed across the road toward the store, eyes searching back and forth as they began to break in. If he remained quiet, he should be able to snag a few clothes and not get seen.
Too late, they triggered the alarm. "Fuck!" one screamed out as they busted in anyway. Adrenaline could do crazy stuff sometimes. Lucas booked it for the store. The thugs were grabbing anything they could carry from the store while he was snagging the first pieces of clothing he could find. Time was up though. The cherry top could be seen from anywhere in that store. Two local Gotham PD slugs made their way into the store looking around. The fire fight wasn't too far behind. One thug would rush the cops with a bat out while the other two fired shots peppering the silhouettes of where they thought the cops were.
"Gotta go now, gotta go now, gotta go now...," Lucas would encourage himself briefly before taking off. Accidentally smashing down different clothing racks as he tried to rush past the cops. His momentum would be stopped by a third cop coming in from the door way. "Hey you little shit, you better..." was the last word he would utter as Lucas used that cops momentum from the grab to swing him, face first, into the doorway. "How the fuck do I keep doing th..." the shock overcame his body briefly again.
The thugs had dispatched of the other two cops and were making their way out of the store when they approached Luke. "Kid, if you wanna stay out of trouble, you better follow us now." Without missing a beat, he took off with the two thugs and an injured one in tow. This is stupid, this is fucking stupid right?
So stupid, fucking STUPID! he thought to himself slowly realizing that these guys could very well be blood thirsty murderers.
As they rounded another alley and jumped into a four door Caddy, they sped off. Cheers were heard from two as Lucas held pressure on the wounds of the third guy in the back. "You know kid, that was some quick thinking on your part back there. I mean," he let out a chuckle ,"Did you see the fucker's face bounce off the damn door way?! It was like BOOM you're outta here!!" They all let out a chuckle. The young man's eyes shot from one person to the next in the car. Slowly, however, he began to let out a laugh too. A wave from his past experiences were all crashing down on him and now running back to sea. It felt like he could finally breath.
Turns out, the three goons worked for a lower end gang known as the Hoods. They brought he kid into this suburban home just out near the city limits. "Pops, we are back with a hall from this last hit." One would shout into the house as he flipped on some of the down stairs lights. The other able bodied one brought the clothes to the living room area and dropped them into different, pre made, cardboard boxes. Down the stairs you would hear thunderous thumps. Maybe they became more thunderous because of Lucas's adrenaline still running wild. An overweight man of Italian decent, donning a white tank top and sleeping pants met them at the door. "What did I tell you about coming straight back here we...," he took a puff of his cigar and gestured at Lucas, "We running a day care?" The pops name was Vinny Martin, he ran this outfit of sorts.
"Oh! Pops!" one of the thugs ran over and put his arm around me, "Meet our new 'muscle' in training uhhh...what was your name again kid?" Fuck, fuck fuck, what do I tell them? I can't use my real name. I don't know who these people are. However, they did help me...I mean what are the chances that I...chance...CHANCE, "Chance!" he shouted abruptly. Vinny and the thugs were taken back by the shout. Then the fat bastard began to chuckle. "Well if Dean here vouches for your loud mouth, then I guess I gotta give you a shot for a bit don't I?"
They sat down with Vinny, telling them the tale of their chance meeting. Two of the thugs even showed a reenactment of how 'Chance' took out the one cop in front of them. Putting out his cigar he looked over the dinner table at the young man and began to explain. "Look kid, you've got guts. This world ain't as clear cut as we would hope. Gotham will chew you up and spit you out if you let it. I mean, you working for us is a...heh...'Chance' in itself," he laugh at his joke then a serious tone came over him. "Tell me kid. Why do you think we stole those clothes today?"
Chance looked back at the boxes and noticed different words in sharpie written across them. "Boys? Girls...are you guys," turning back toward the group, "stealing for...kids or something?" Vinny shot a grin, "Strange right? A group like us getting our hands dirty in such a manner. Now don't you worry, we get our cut from the right people. However, anything that says 'Gotham' on the side of it's car, we don't show a damn lick of trust." Vinny had made his way over to Chances side, "We kill, kid. We fucking steal, kid. We get ours, kid. However, so do the poor degenerates this city forgot about too. Not all heroes have to wear a cape. But I will be damned if anyone of us bows down to the slimy fucks of this town. Am I making myself clear?"
Chance just nodded
"Alright. Well then tomorrow morning we see where you are at. Get some rest in the attic. Dean, grab the boy some pillow and some sheets." Everyone began to get up and go back to doing their work. Chance thanked everyone for this opportunity at a new life. As he made his way up the stairs Vinny hollered at him. "Hey Kid. I know you can flip people around and nonsense. You ever fired a gun though? You ever boxed?" Chance would just shake his head in return. Vinny nodded, "Well then, tomorrow is gonna be a fun day."
Holy Soldier Divine Justice
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Seen
4 yrs ago
ante Augustus Marconi was born to Augustus and Isadora. His father was head of a construction company that was responsible for the design and renovation of several buildings and residences in Gotham City—most notably banks in the Financial District and a few mansions in Gotham Heights. Augustus employed several of Gotham’s thugs, hoping that keeping them off the street would contribute to the decrease in crime. It wasn’t until he caught two of his workers having robbed one of the mansions in The Heights that his philosophy began to change. His workers had told him how well they knew the house after they had built it. Breaking into it was “a piece of cake.” Augustus, close to his workers, told them to keep a low profile until the ordeal passed on. He hadn’t really expected his workers to get away with it, but they did. Did no one care about the Gotham elite? What was a few stolen valuables from already wealthy and spoiled moneybags? The contagious greed led Augustus to accept more projects in The Heights and the Financial District just so they could exploit them later. His success kick-started his new business in the Gotham underworld. Augustus and his former construction crew started to hustle. They purchased the products of one gang and sold them to another. They even instigated gang wars in high-crime areas like Crime Alley/Park Row. Overtime, Augustus Marconi noticed that with the slow elimination of competition that the Marconi name was growing in infamy. The Marconis were a small spark, but a certain bird attempted to douse it.
The Penguin attempted to wipe out the Marconis and nearly succeeded if it wasn’t for the interference of Warren White. With the protection of The Great White Shark and his numerous connections, the Marconis became locked in debt with the crime lord for several years. During those years, Augustus fell in love with a prostitute by the name of Isadora “Bella Rosa.” It was Isadora who empowered Augustus to believe he was destined to rise above Gotham’s trash. Augustus enacted a plan that would free the Marconis from The Great White Shark and have them as an independent mob again. He started working closely with Warren’s “connections,” undertaking jobs and deals that led him to descend deeper into darkness. It wasn’t long before Warren found himself marooned in Arkham Asylum.
The Marconis went through a progressive period. The spark had become a flame just big enough to keep The Penguin at bay but small enough not to attract the interest of other gangs. The Marconis now seasoned in turf war focused on small-time deals to build morale and equipment. During this time was when Dante was born. Isadora was proud to have given her lover a handsome son. He was their only son and Isadora’s affection for him was near obsessive. She filled the boy’s mind with the same pride she had used on his father. However…she told Dante that he was destined to surpass him and take over the Marconi “empire.” The Marconis’ bloodline traced back to Gaius Octavius and he was meant to rule. The boy took his mother’s praise to heart. While his father ran the family, Dante watched and learned. He was a reader and while he was in private school, he was often the spotlight in class. He got the attention of admirers and bullies, but Dante proved to be the bigger bully. In fact he was quite…sadistic.
Throughout his time in school, Dante participated in sports and took several art classes. His father never attended any of his competitions and didn’t even learn how gifted his son was in art until Isadora started to hang his paintings throughout the house. Normally a child might have developed “daddy issues” but Dante didn’t. He was quite fine with his father’s lack of attention for he didn’t want the man he would surpass to learn how much his son had truly grown. As a late teenager, Dante’s charm attracted many a fine lady, and there was only one who he brought home to his mother. Her name was Anna “Anne-Marie” Morris. She was a beautiful redhead who planned to attend the same private university as him. Isadora was secretly jealous and in an unexpected fit, slapped Anna and banished her from their home. She then chastised Dante for desiring such a “plain” girl. She told him how he shouldn’t trust women so easily. If Anna had learned about the family business, then she would have certainly ran to the police. Despite his mother’s excuses to hide her infatuation with him, Dante was embarrassed and angry. Anna never spoke to him again since that day. The incident only fueled Dante’s desire to take over the family even more.
Dante attended a private university and found the human psychology to be the most interesting conundrum. While in pursuit of a Bachelor’s in psychology, his mother fell ill. Dante, unwilling to drop out of college to take care of her, wanted to believe his father would hire a nurse to take care of her, but his father never did. Karma appeared before Isadora that night and showed her the results of her creation. Both Augustus and Dante were too stubborn and clinging to their dreams to take her health into consideration. Isadora inevitably died. The news reached Dante, and at first, he was angry but then he realized…Anna. Dante attempted to rekindle the love he and Anna had for each other, but Anna revealed that she had a boyfriend. Dante persisted, figuring by telling her his mother was dead and that there was no one to get between them that her mind would have changed. Anna broke away from him and told her boyfriend later that night who sought Dante out. Dante avoided him and called his father’s men later who had Anna’s boyfriend mysteriously removed. Dante never returned to Anna, but relished seeing her grief at the disappearance of her lover. He went on to pursue a Master's and became a private behavioral counselor. As a counselor, Dante had a variety of clients to include GCPD personnel. He was able to win the favor of several twisted officers and officials and set up a secret business exchange with the Marconi family.
As Marconis started to get away with certain crimes (since cops started turning the other cheek), several of Augustus’s men started to see Dante as the true leader. Dante was educated unlike his father who started as a mere construction worker. The old man was worn from countless turf wars to the point his sanity was tipping. Dante tried to convince his father to retire, but his father was too stubborn. This aggravated Dante to the point he eventually took his father’s life, blaming him for his mother’s death. Without protest from the family, Dante assumed the role as the head of the Marconi family.
He underestimated the weight of the burden his father carried and how risky of a game he had played. He took the Marconis from the bottom and raised them to a place on the ladder that his father had spent years forbidding them to go. An infiltrator pretending to be one of his father’s former goons breached the Marconi mansion. The man had managed to make his way to Dante’s office and assaulted him with a suicidal detonation. The mansion was decimated. Dante had managed to shoot the bomber, but it didn’t halt the remote activation. Dante survived but not unscathed. His eyes had been severely damaged and his arms, which had been crossed protectively before his face charred in four-degree burns. The surviving Marconis managed to recover Dante, and they fled to one of his father’s safe houses where he could be treated by an unlicensed doctor. The doctor removed his damaged eyes and flesh. Dante was blind and stunned by how quickly his father’s empire had fallen. Though blind, Dante couldn’t stand for the Marconis to be done-in, in such a way. It wasn’t over!
Dante demanded his men find him some eyes. They were to go as far as Star City, looking for a man or woman who could provide him with some. A few of his men thought he was mad and left. Those loyal and having no other place to go accepted Dante’s mission and searched for months. They eventually returned with a pair of cybernetic eyes, engineered by a Dr. William Magnus. The unlicensed doctor tried to explain to Dante that he may not have been the best surgeon to implant the eyes, but Dante had been too desperate to see again to see the doctor’s reasoning. The doctor cut away Dante’s eyelids to position the eyes, and the eyes’ unique A.I. latched onto his brain. Frightened by the implants’ response, the doctor feared they might have caused brain damage and Marconi’s men threatened him that if Dante awoke any different, then it would be his life. Dante woke, and was overjoyed to be able to see again. The world was clearer than it ever had been with his human eyes.
When Dante anxiously requested a mirror and gazed on himself for the first time since the bombing, the Marconis’ skin crawled at their boss’s reaction. He laughed, killed the doctor with a scalpel through the eye, and began destroying the safehouse. Dante turned the safehouse into an inferno, and he stood outside with his men amidst a backdrop of flames, and declared that they were going back to work. Dante kept those who had remained loyal to him and sought out the deserters. The Dante the Marconis’ remembered was gone. Whatever Dante saw in the mirror had possessed him, and they were grateful to be at his mercy.
6'4" | 245 lbs. | Cybernetic | Black | 32
Dante was once a handsome man and the traumatic scar left by his mutilation was deep enough to alter his psychology. His cybernetic eyes protrude from his eye sockets like brass (in color) spheres with four lines dividing them perpendicularly. The lines glow a bright yellow, and at the center where they meet are red glowing pupils. His arms and the right side of his torso are covered in wavy burn scars. Because Dante is often seen wearing a suit and dark sunglasses, neither his scarred flesh nor his strange eyes are often seen. His hair is black, short and feathery, being longer on the crown and shorter on the sides. Despite his frightening appearance, he still insists on looking his best no matter the job. The boss has increased in muscle mass since his change. When he isn’t engrossed in business, he’s working out. Whereas the old Dante used to watch his men torture and execute their enemies, he partakes in it himself now, especially when a defector is involved. [Reference Former Dante: here FC: Hakan Akbulut]
Genius-Level Intellect? - Unpredictable
Dante possesses an eidetic memory, he’s knowledgeable in several academic subjects with a specialty and fondness for art and psychology, and he’s a master at manipulation.
Persuasion: More like deception and manipulation, Dante knows how to speak and act a certain way, and even say the right words to persuade those of fragile self-esteem, self-worth, or those who secretly doubt their ability to stand before him. He is a frightening man after all. He can lead others to believe one thing only to do or say the opposite. One never really knows if they have acquired his trust and those who have been persuaded often feel better when they give in. Pressure is the devil. He uses this technique to get what he wants, find out information a person might not have normally revealed to him, or even just to see a certain reaction. He can be curious at times. If the nice method to persuade someone fails, then there’s always his favorite method: violence.
Mixed Martial Arts: While not a master, Dante can hold his own if he needs to and unless a person is superhuman or wearing special armor, a punch from him could wind even the toughest of humans. Having honed his skills in turf wars, Dante has improvised his techniques using practicality based on actual experiences.
No Sympathetic Restraint: Dante lacks the “fear” that often keeps a person from using their full strength to harm someone. Therefore, his attacks are 100% violent and deadly. If ever a person comes out of a fight with him alive either they were better than him, or he allowed them to escape unscathed. His intentions aren’t always violent.
Artist: One of Dante’s hobbies is to paint. He can sketch too, but he likes painting more and he’s quite gifted at it. If he wasn’t so crazy, his art would probably sell.
Athletic: Dante used to play sports in school. His favorite was baseball, but he also played basketball for a short while.
Extraordinary Marskman: Dante isn’t a Green Arrow or a Deadshot, but with his cybernetic eyes, he can impressively/frighteningly take down targets in rapid succession (with the right weapon), targets at quite a long range, and even targets through walls! (If the weapon’s strong enough). Regularly, he’ll carry mostly pistols or revolvers. If he’s planning to execute someone, then he’ll use a rifle. Overall, he is capable of using several weapons to achieve the sadistic result he desires.
Language Fluency: Italian and English.
Logical Thinker: Dante is clever. He usually plans one step ahead before he enters any sort of situation. He can come up with a strategy on-the-spot when the odds appear to be against him.
Cyberoptics: Dante has a pair of evil eyes. Evil because of their various visual settings. He can see in pitch-black darkness with them; his eyes can adjust to glare; he can see up to 500 meters with them and similarly he can see magnifications of 50x; and he can see in the infrared spectrum. Infrared allows him to see through solid walls at potential targets. Dante can overlap modes to have glare reduction and infrared on at the same time, allowing him to see humans bathed in hot colors in dim-lighting. He, however, cannot overlap magnifications or have all modes running at once. His cybernetics allow him to see better than the average human. His reaction time and reflexes are quicker than an average human, allowing him to react swiftly in close-combat. He will bob, weave, and deflect even the most expert of punches and kicks. A hero would have to make sure not to carry-on in a predictable style for Dante may learn to quickly anticipate it. There is a downside to having special eyes and that without meclizine (medication), Dante will suffer vertigo. If he ever misses his meds, he’ll become disoriented, sick, and a horrible migraine will follow.
Hellmouth: There are many theories about Gotham City and its grim and gothic atmosphere, but only one makes the closest of sense. Those who have wondered why Gotham was always so corrupt despite the heroes constantly putting the villains away time and time again need only know that long ago Gotham was built over a hellmouth. The hellmouth creates the endless corruption and violence in Gotham. It is why the villains always escape Arkham and Blackgate. It is why forensic science is near obsolete. With as many times the villains get put away, one would think Gotham would improve its security to keep them from returning to the streets, but no. Even the enemy has numerous villainous connections. The hellmouth seems to cater to malevolence. The hellmouth senses the malevolence exuding from Dante and increases his probability in the form of luck. The chance of him getting away with his crimes is increased, but not guaranteed. The chance of him escaping prison to return to the streets is higher than most. The chances of him coming out of a firefight with light wounds is probable. As coincidence as it may seem, it is the luck granted by the hellmouth.
High Pain Tolerance: He's been scorched and had his eyes and eyelids removed by an unlicensed doctor. He and pain are well-acquainted--mentally and physically. He can take a lot of pain from knife wounds to gun shots and frighteningly keep going. If a person wants to kill him, they better go for his vitals, otherwise they are going to have a tough and difficult enemy.
Afro Samurai Like a Raisin in the Sun
Member
Seen
6 mos ago
Name: Cochese Vermont Johnson.
Age
27.
Appearance:
Personality
An avid fan of seventies blaxploitation films, he retains the stoccata beat and imabic stresses exhibited by the earliest blaxploitation stars: Pamela Greer, Richard Roundtree, Melvin Van Peebles, Fred Willliamson. He is quick to fly into indignant and irrational fits if he feels slighted. His stride is lax, a smooth glide matches his otherwise tempered and simple outlook on life: be the flyest, baddest cat around.
Biography
At age 9 he was the 'look out' kid for local corner boys and petty drug hustlers. Number slips, nickelbags, grocery lists, anything one might fathom. By age eleven he had already learned how to use his first deuce-deuce or .22 as the ofay kids say. He shot bottles, cans, squirrels and any other unsuspecting inanimate (and when he felt especially cruel, animate) objects that crossed his path. Cochese was 15 when he shot his first human being. By then he had graduated to larger handguns: .45 ACP's, Magnums, Desert Eagles, real wrist ringers. Gotham's desolate East End was in the middle of a turf war between three gangs. Two-Face, Black Mask, and a small splinter gang formed of disillusioned and power-hungry dimwits from both sides, The Five Crowns, vie for the scraps of some old and long forgotten warehouses and rights to small strips of drug turf littered with empty syringes and an ever-dwindling clientele base.
Diddy Bop was his street name. His real name was Demaree Robinson, Cochese knew him from his time spent as a runner for Lunatic Terry, leader and founder of Cochese's ilk. Diddy Bop was one of Two-Face's boys: he was a clean cut kid, smart as all get out; he should have stayed in school, why did he choose to throw his life away like that? Despite his idiocy, the kid could dance his tail off, if this were the eighties and breakdancing was still avant-garde alongside the rest of Hip-Hop culture, Diddy probably would have been one of the best B-Boys of all time. But this wasn't the eighties, and Diddy was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Cochese didn't want to do it, but if he didn't, he'd piss off Lunatic Terry--and if he did, well, let's just say there ain't no Black Caesars saving disenfranchised delinquent black boys from crazy white men with agendas and lots of guns. So, he carried out the hit. It was a late night in the dregs of East End's territory, and they were right on time. Two-Face's gang, outside of some of his closer conglomerate members, didn't take direct orders from the Face himself and instead the runts of the gang would wander off in search of their own opportunities to cause a little ruckus and bother the law-abiding citizens of the End. Upstanding patron of justice that he was, Cochese would stop them at all costs if it meant he finally got to rock colors: that maroon and brown with the golden crown engraved on the back and in white letters, "Five" stitched on the top of the logo and "Crowns" stitched beneath. It was all worth it.
He only wanted to hit one of them, though: Diddy. Why? There was no glory in killing someone you didn't know, any coward can do that. It takes some "cajones" as the Hispanics say to pop somebody you have a connection with. Black warpaint covered his face beneath a drawn hoodie and a baclava. He waited for them to separate and stalked his prey beneath the streetlights that only had every other one lit; the city hadn't bothered to fix the electrical wiring problem in East End for years, nobody cared. Finally, Diddy and his crew split up; Cochese crouched and advanced on his unsuspecting target slowly as Diddy shook up the spray can and began to tag a wall whose face had been decorated twelve times over by the other gangs. At this point, it was just more respectable to find a new wall to vandalize. Cochese took the safety off and cocked the hammer back mid-creep; the whir of the spray-can and Diddy's own adrenaline prevented him from picking up on the future Crowned King who would end his life.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOMBOOMBOOM!
.50 AE caliber rounds are made for putting down large animals, not human beings. Gruesome doesn't begin to paint how sickening the scene was. A quarter sized coup de tat gaped from the back of Diddy's head as his body crumpled and slid down the wall; that black hole stared right at Cochese, the murderer. Gunshots were common in East End, and normally wouldn't cause much rise from the tenants in the neighborhood, but these were death knells. The sound from the firing powder crackling alone was enough to rouse Rip Van Winkle from his slumber; windows flung open, blood rounded into a coagulated pool. Masked assailant and now Crowned King--official member of the Five Crowns, Cochese Johnson, later dubbed "Blackface" by his compatriots, had done it; he had earned his crown. He had thrown his youth away.
This was in the years before Batman had disappeared, the GCPD were still overworked, tired and underpaid--but they at least had the Dark Knight helming the effort against crime, particularly in East End. That's why it didn't take long for Cochese to be pinned with the murder. He had worn the same white and green Adidas tennis shoes that left shoe marks at the crime scene when he gotten into an argument with Lunatic Terry a few days later. Cochese had gotten cocky and carried himself with the same infectious pomp and arrogance as his blaxploitation heroes; his mouth got loud and loose--he started bragging about what he had done. It didn't take long for one of Gordon's lackeys to come knocking on his door with handcuffs and an arrest warrant.
He plead coersion and insanity--mental destability was common among his type, and he had taken orders from someone else. He served the first three years in juvenile until he was eighteen, then he was transferred to Blackgate where he served out the rest of his twelve year sentence.
Now he's back on the street. The Five Crowns are still active, and Lunatic Terry has done well to expand the small time band of rascals into a middling crime ring. But something is different... The Kings aren't too fond to hear about the returned of one of their Crowned.
Abilities: Metahuman (Gene is latent as of his introduction to the story)
Regenerative Healing Factor: Cochese can mitigate most forms of natural damage depending on the severity of the injury. His metagene accelerates his body's healing factor to exponential heights; this does not mean he is invulnerable or unkillable, rather it takes more than a few bullets and some stab wounds to take him down. If one were to cut off his head, he'd die a swift death. If he lost too much blood to a vital organ, he would die. Since he has no other unnatural entities in his body (metals, infusions) his healing factor is of a better grade than others and does not burn itself out as regularly.
Enhanced Agility: His metagene also grants him the ability to leap, twist, flip, duck, and weave effortlessly across a battlefield. He can chain punches and kicks together without having to think about it for a second.
Enhanced Reflexes: He is not fast enough to dodge bullets, but he can react quick enough to, say, a rapid offensive from a foe. His reaction speed is increased enough to allow him to avoid many unseen ailments to himself (traps, strikes coming from behind him or from the shadows) though he is not keen at detecting others.
Weapons: None as of right now.
Equipment: His Five Crowns kutte.
Weaknesses: Lacks refined martial training, he knows how to streetfight. He lacks leadership qualities and is often indecisive. His metagene has yet to activate, and so he is just a normal man. His pomp will get him into situations he often cannot get out of. He lacks insight and foresight, his mind is confined to the now.
Age
27.
Appearance:
Personality
An avid fan of seventies blaxploitation films, he retains the stoccata beat and imabic stresses exhibited by the earliest blaxploitation stars: Pamela Greer, Richard Roundtree, Melvin Van Peebles, Fred Willliamson. He is quick to fly into indignant and irrational fits if he feels slighted. His stride is lax, a smooth glide matches his otherwise tempered and simple outlook on life: be the flyest, baddest cat around.
Biography
At age 9 he was the 'look out' kid for local corner boys and petty drug hustlers. Number slips, nickelbags, grocery lists, anything one might fathom. By age eleven he had already learned how to use his first deuce-deuce or .22 as the ofay kids say. He shot bottles, cans, squirrels and any other unsuspecting inanimate (and when he felt especially cruel, animate) objects that crossed his path. Cochese was 15 when he shot his first human being. By then he had graduated to larger handguns: .45 ACP's, Magnums, Desert Eagles, real wrist ringers. Gotham's desolate East End was in the middle of a turf war between three gangs. Two-Face, Black Mask, and a small splinter gang formed of disillusioned and power-hungry dimwits from both sides, The Five Crowns, vie for the scraps of some old and long forgotten warehouses and rights to small strips of drug turf littered with empty syringes and an ever-dwindling clientele base.
Diddy Bop was his street name. His real name was Demaree Robinson, Cochese knew him from his time spent as a runner for Lunatic Terry, leader and founder of Cochese's ilk. Diddy Bop was one of Two-Face's boys: he was a clean cut kid, smart as all get out; he should have stayed in school, why did he choose to throw his life away like that? Despite his idiocy, the kid could dance his tail off, if this were the eighties and breakdancing was still avant-garde alongside the rest of Hip-Hop culture, Diddy probably would have been one of the best B-Boys of all time. But this wasn't the eighties, and Diddy was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Cochese didn't want to do it, but if he didn't, he'd piss off Lunatic Terry--and if he did, well, let's just say there ain't no Black Caesars saving disenfranchised delinquent black boys from crazy white men with agendas and lots of guns. So, he carried out the hit. It was a late night in the dregs of East End's territory, and they were right on time. Two-Face's gang, outside of some of his closer conglomerate members, didn't take direct orders from the Face himself and instead the runts of the gang would wander off in search of their own opportunities to cause a little ruckus and bother the law-abiding citizens of the End. Upstanding patron of justice that he was, Cochese would stop them at all costs if it meant he finally got to rock colors: that maroon and brown with the golden crown engraved on the back and in white letters, "Five" stitched on the top of the logo and "Crowns" stitched beneath. It was all worth it.
He only wanted to hit one of them, though: Diddy. Why? There was no glory in killing someone you didn't know, any coward can do that. It takes some "cajones" as the Hispanics say to pop somebody you have a connection with. Black warpaint covered his face beneath a drawn hoodie and a baclava. He waited for them to separate and stalked his prey beneath the streetlights that only had every other one lit; the city hadn't bothered to fix the electrical wiring problem in East End for years, nobody cared. Finally, Diddy and his crew split up; Cochese crouched and advanced on his unsuspecting target slowly as Diddy shook up the spray can and began to tag a wall whose face had been decorated twelve times over by the other gangs. At this point, it was just more respectable to find a new wall to vandalize. Cochese took the safety off and cocked the hammer back mid-creep; the whir of the spray-can and Diddy's own adrenaline prevented him from picking up on the future Crowned King who would end his life.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOMBOOMBOOM!
.50 AE caliber rounds are made for putting down large animals, not human beings. Gruesome doesn't begin to paint how sickening the scene was. A quarter sized coup de tat gaped from the back of Diddy's head as his body crumpled and slid down the wall; that black hole stared right at Cochese, the murderer. Gunshots were common in East End, and normally wouldn't cause much rise from the tenants in the neighborhood, but these were death knells. The sound from the firing powder crackling alone was enough to rouse Rip Van Winkle from his slumber; windows flung open, blood rounded into a coagulated pool. Masked assailant and now Crowned King--official member of the Five Crowns, Cochese Johnson, later dubbed "Blackface" by his compatriots, had done it; he had earned his crown. He had thrown his youth away.
This was in the years before Batman had disappeared, the GCPD were still overworked, tired and underpaid--but they at least had the Dark Knight helming the effort against crime, particularly in East End. That's why it didn't take long for Cochese to be pinned with the murder. He had worn the same white and green Adidas tennis shoes that left shoe marks at the crime scene when he gotten into an argument with Lunatic Terry a few days later. Cochese had gotten cocky and carried himself with the same infectious pomp and arrogance as his blaxploitation heroes; his mouth got loud and loose--he started bragging about what he had done. It didn't take long for one of Gordon's lackeys to come knocking on his door with handcuffs and an arrest warrant.
He plead coersion and insanity--mental destability was common among his type, and he had taken orders from someone else. He served the first three years in juvenile until he was eighteen, then he was transferred to Blackgate where he served out the rest of his twelve year sentence.
Now he's back on the street. The Five Crowns are still active, and Lunatic Terry has done well to expand the small time band of rascals into a middling crime ring. But something is different... The Kings aren't too fond to hear about the returned of one of their Crowned.
Abilities: Metahuman (Gene is latent as of his introduction to the story)
Regenerative Healing Factor: Cochese can mitigate most forms of natural damage depending on the severity of the injury. His metagene accelerates his body's healing factor to exponential heights; this does not mean he is invulnerable or unkillable, rather it takes more than a few bullets and some stab wounds to take him down. If one were to cut off his head, he'd die a swift death. If he lost too much blood to a vital organ, he would die. Since he has no other unnatural entities in his body (metals, infusions) his healing factor is of a better grade than others and does not burn itself out as regularly.
Enhanced Agility: His metagene also grants him the ability to leap, twist, flip, duck, and weave effortlessly across a battlefield. He can chain punches and kicks together without having to think about it for a second.
Enhanced Reflexes: He is not fast enough to dodge bullets, but he can react quick enough to, say, a rapid offensive from a foe. His reaction speed is increased enough to allow him to avoid many unseen ailments to himself (traps, strikes coming from behind him or from the shadows) though he is not keen at detecting others.
Weapons: None as of right now.
Equipment: His Five Crowns kutte.
Weaknesses: Lacks refined martial training, he knows how to streetfight. He lacks leadership qualities and is often indecisive. His metagene has yet to activate, and so he is just a normal man. His pomp will get him into situations he often cannot get out of. He lacks insight and foresight, his mind is confined to the now.
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Name:Ill manner
Age: 32
Alias: Ghost
Age: 32
Alias: Ghost
expert tracker: Not many can match Ill's ability to track people down of any status, from Kingpins and political persons to an average joe that skipped court on a speeding ticket. Ill will find his target, and the rest depends on the type of job he is hired for.
perfect athlete: Ill trained for many years with monks in the mountains, he trained his body to be as perfect as theirs, able to endure extreme pain and damage but also able to inflict maximum damage. Ill regularly participates in iron man competitions and has his body conditioned year around. He is an avid martial arts practitioner training and sparring daily to better his technique, he trains in hand to hand combat but also using a wide variety of weapons including firearms.
Assassination: lll's most noteworthy skill is probably his ability to assassinate his targets with deadly silence and precision, Ill is so good at creeping through the shadows unnoticed that it should be considered an art form.
High pain tolerance: at the age of 13 Ill was captured by a cartel that rivaled his fathers, they tortured him relentlessly everyday for two years, after the first 6 months or so the cartel leader that captured him told him his father had refused to give up his territory in exchange for his sons life, they decided that maybe torturing him every single day for two years would change his fathers mind, it didn't, so Ill had no choice but to force himself to block out the pain, now to him pain is simply mind over matter, if it hurts he can ignore it.
perfect athlete: Ill trained for many years with monks in the mountains, he trained his body to be as perfect as theirs, able to endure extreme pain and damage but also able to inflict maximum damage. Ill regularly participates in iron man competitions and has his body conditioned year around. He is an avid martial arts practitioner training and sparring daily to better his technique, he trains in hand to hand combat but also using a wide variety of weapons including firearms.
Assassination: lll's most noteworthy skill is probably his ability to assassinate his targets with deadly silence and precision, Ill is so good at creeping through the shadows unnoticed that it should be considered an art form.
High pain tolerance: at the age of 13 Ill was captured by a cartel that rivaled his fathers, they tortured him relentlessly everyday for two years, after the first 6 months or so the cartel leader that captured him told him his father had refused to give up his territory in exchange for his sons life, they decided that maybe torturing him every single day for two years would change his fathers mind, it didn't, so Ill had no choice but to force himself to block out the pain, now to him pain is simply mind over matter, if it hurts he can ignore it.
Ill Maner was born to a Colombian cartel king pin and an African American undercover cia agent, His name was given to him by his father as a joke because his father said his son would respect nobody but demand respect from everyone. Ill lived a lavish lifestyle as a boy getting everything he wanted, he was even allowed to commit murder without punishment, he was known in the cartel as the devils child because his father was ruthless and bloodthirsty, a trait that passed on to his son, at 5 years old Ill was handed a knife by his father and told to slit the throat of a snitch that had been caught... he did it without hesitation. Ill continued to become more ruthless as the years passed killing people by any means and for any reason. at the age of 13 Ill was running around Colombia with his friends when all of a sudden gun shots were heard and he saw his friends all drop dead in seconds he grabbed his gun and was shot the second he did. Ill was captured by a rival cartel that had been fighting Ill's father for a large piece of territory in Colombia. The cartel tried to use Ill to get his father to give up his territory but he just laughed and refused saying he had more children and could simply make even more with any woman he so desired. Ill's mother begged her husband to save their son, he stared at her with cold eyes and a sadistic smile telling her he has known all along that she was a cia agent, and that was why he would not save their son because he was a little piglet the son of a pig, he had her rapped repeatedly and executed publicly to make a statement. The cartel that had captured Ill told him of his mothers death they also told him she was a cia agent, Ill cried for a week straight, after that he never cried again not even to this present day. from that point on he blocked out the pain of being tortured, he was even able to think clearly as they peeled his skin away from his bod, cut him, burned him, choked him, drowned him, all he could do was plan, plan how he would escape, plan how he would kill every member of his fathers cartel then kill his father. 2 years had passed since his capture and Ill was taken from his cell but instead of walking to the torture chamber he was taken to a nice, elegant room and told to sit in the softest chair he had felt in two years, a man came into the room, a man with scares covering his body, this man was the baddest hitman not just in the cartel but in all of colombia, even Ill's father feared him, this man was the reason his father rarely showed his face in public and only allowed a few trusted advisors around him, this man was known as ghost. Ghost sat in front of Ill and told him his ability to tolerate extreme torture to such a degree had been noticed, he said such a man was worthy of being trained by him personally, he offered to train Ill in return for him joining their cartel, Ill agreed. For a year ghost trained Ill every single day before he took him on his first hit... Ghost was very impressed. for 5 years Ill worked under and trained with Ghost. When Ill turned 20 he killed every member he could find of the cartel he was working for some 500+ people in less than two weeks, ghost heard the news a few days after it had ended and decided to stay in gotham because his cartel was over, anybody that could have taken over was killed. for the next two years Ill tracked down and killed almost every member of his fathers cartel, when he found his father he took his time, he had his father rapped by men for hours a day everyday for a week to avenge his mother, he tortured his father everyday how he had been tortured on top of the rape, after a week he had his father eaten alive by starving dogs. by this time Ill was 22, his mission he had plotted and planned for years while being tortured was accomplished. Ill decided to find his savior and mentor in gotham, once he found ghost in gothem the short reunion ended in ghosts death, shost told Ill he had been saved by the cartel leader how he had saved Ill, he could not just let him walk away it was kill or be killed. After killing his mentor Ill worked as a contractor for different criminal groups getting money for murder. at 24 Ill met a man that changed his life, it was a cia agent that knew his mother and about him, it was his mothers lover. This cia agent convinced Ill to change his ways for his mothers sake, so seeking a new life Ill left to Asia to train in the the ways of a monk. he had trained in the ways of the monks for 5 months but one time while being out in town to get food he had witnessed the murder of a child's mother, a robbery he wanted to act but he was stopped by his elder, that night Ill snuck out of the temple, tracked down the child who had lost her mother and told her if the little girl had any form of payment he would find the criminal and kill them, the little girl handed him 1yuan. Ill tracked down the mugger two nights later and broke his neck. after that situation Ill began to kill criminals in exchange for a reward, any reward, he would only kill at night when sneaking out of the temple. This went on for five years and at the age of 29 Ill decided to return to Gotham, he met with his mothers ex lover who said he couldn't get him into the cia or police force but he could get him into being a bounty hunter. Ill decided to be a bounty hunter for the law and a killer for justice. He has been in gotham for two years now and he takes criminals into the police station on a weekly basis, he also kills criminals for some sort of reward on a weekly basis. The cops cannot seem to figure out who this vigilante, this avenger of the people is or how to catch him.
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Cassandra Cain
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Black Bat
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16
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ
5’5”
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ
110 lbs
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Cassandra Cain is a young woman of mixed heritage, though one could say her mother’s Asian ancestry ended up being more apparent when it came to Cassandra’s appearance. Beyond that, Cassandra has the physicality that outdoes many of her contemporaries and allies due to the sheer fact that she has been consistently put through training since she was able to walk – her constitution and physique predating her career as a vigilante and heroine.
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Cassandra Cain was born as the byproduct of the plans of David Cain in an attempt to prove himself worthy to the League of Shadows after several disappointing engagements against the superhero known as The Batman. Ultimately, Cassandra's birth was the result of fate; the leader of the League of Shadows, Ra’s al Ghul, had slowly lost faith in her father's abilities as an agent of the league and was beginning to wonder if the man had outlived his usefulness. Knowing the lackluster reputation he had garnered, David decided to attempt to redeem himself through a new form of training he had designed; the idea of grooming the perfect weapon for the league in the form of his daughter, Cassandra.
For over a decade, David’s plans seemed to be successful. Taught to read people and react to them based on their movements and body language over vocal communication, by eight years old she was already physically and mentally on another level entirely than many others – including some longtime members of the league. As these experiences developed David reported constantly back to Talia al Ghul who served as the immediate supervisor of his training methods; the only member of the league’s inner circle that looked to his efforts with a modicum of interest and not the pathetic attempts of a failing, ineffective, veteran agent. However, unbeknownst to him Talia was recording her own thoughts on his methods for her own personal reasons. What Talia was taking into account remained obscure to him as he focused continuously on molding Cassandra into the living weapon to serve the league and allow him entrance back into the inner circle of the league. But unfortunately, upon his daughter’s tenth birthday he decided to initiate her graduation from child to assassin; a judgement that would change Cassandra’s life forever.
Deciding to test her abilities in the real world, David took his daughter on an expedition to the United States where he would direct his daughter into performing a hit for the league. Being a child of her mindset, Cassandra has no idea what killing was and participated as if it was just another one of her father’s games. After executing the target, she perceived his death as he did – the instinctive and perceptive manner of her upbringing allowing her to understand what had just happened. For the first time in her life she felt dread and disgust. Before her father knew it, Cassandra had abandoned him and run away.
Her instincts however had severe consequences; for the first time in Cassandra’s life she was now alone, a fact that was accompanied by feelings of guilt and self-loathing as the feeling of her first victim still remained on her conscience. Her father had abandoned her like she had abandoned him, leaving her to die in the urban sprawl as an orphan as he returned to the league empty-handed and betrayed. However, despite being only ten years old, Cassandra was diligent and unafraid. Despite being in a situation she had no idea how to navigate, nothing could be more terrifying and repulsive than what she had been forced to experience. She pushed forward, moving from city-to-city and home-to-home, taking only what she needed to survive.
Eventually, she came to Gotham and found herself meeting with the one man that was her old family’s sworn nemesis, the superhero that stalked the shadows and rooftops as the caped crusader – The Batman. She was now thirteen years old.
Soon enough she found she had a new family and a new purpose, though she often remained hidden from those involved with Batman directly. Cassandra found new purpose as a covert agent of The Batman, though her responsibilities often led her to cooperate and work with other superheroes such as Robin (Tim Drake). However, before Batman disappeared he gave her a final, important, and non-contestable mission. To watch over Damian and ensure his survival.
For over a decade, David’s plans seemed to be successful. Taught to read people and react to them based on their movements and body language over vocal communication, by eight years old she was already physically and mentally on another level entirely than many others – including some longtime members of the league. As these experiences developed David reported constantly back to Talia al Ghul who served as the immediate supervisor of his training methods; the only member of the league’s inner circle that looked to his efforts with a modicum of interest and not the pathetic attempts of a failing, ineffective, veteran agent. However, unbeknownst to him Talia was recording her own thoughts on his methods for her own personal reasons. What Talia was taking into account remained obscure to him as he focused continuously on molding Cassandra into the living weapon to serve the league and allow him entrance back into the inner circle of the league. But unfortunately, upon his daughter’s tenth birthday he decided to initiate her graduation from child to assassin; a judgement that would change Cassandra’s life forever.
Deciding to test her abilities in the real world, David took his daughter on an expedition to the United States where he would direct his daughter into performing a hit for the league. Being a child of her mindset, Cassandra has no idea what killing was and participated as if it was just another one of her father’s games. After executing the target, she perceived his death as he did – the instinctive and perceptive manner of her upbringing allowing her to understand what had just happened. For the first time in her life she felt dread and disgust. Before her father knew it, Cassandra had abandoned him and run away.
Her instincts however had severe consequences; for the first time in Cassandra’s life she was now alone, a fact that was accompanied by feelings of guilt and self-loathing as the feeling of her first victim still remained on her conscience. Her father had abandoned her like she had abandoned him, leaving her to die in the urban sprawl as an orphan as he returned to the league empty-handed and betrayed. However, despite being only ten years old, Cassandra was diligent and unafraid. Despite being in a situation she had no idea how to navigate, nothing could be more terrifying and repulsive than what she had been forced to experience. She pushed forward, moving from city-to-city and home-to-home, taking only what she needed to survive.
Eventually, she came to Gotham and found herself meeting with the one man that was her old family’s sworn nemesis, the superhero that stalked the shadows and rooftops as the caped crusader – The Batman. She was now thirteen years old.
Soon enough she found she had a new family and a new purpose, though she often remained hidden from those involved with Batman directly. Cassandra found new purpose as a covert agent of The Batman, though her responsibilities often led her to cooperate and work with other superheroes such as Robin (Tim Drake). However, before Batman disappeared he gave her a final, important, and non-contestable mission. To watch over Damian and ensure his survival.
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Acrobatics: Cassandra is not the equal of Dick Grayson, but she is still quite proficient in using her athleticism to move through the environment with speed and precision.
Body Reading Ability: Perhaps the most unique asset of Cassandra’s skillset is her ability to read people through body language. A byproduct of her father’s unique method of training her in preparation for her future as an agent of the League of Shadows, Cassandra was taught to listen and observe before she was allowed to learn to talk. The consequence of this training resulted in Cassandra having an intuitive way to reacting and perceiving people through their body language.
Hand-to-Hand Combat: Cassandra’s skills in hand-to-hand combat is extraordinary; Batman himself has mentioned that the young woman is beyond comparison and that despite his years of experience honing his talents that he would lose in a contest of pure skill. This comes as no surprise knowing that Cassandra was bred as a living weapon to serve the League of Shadows and that she has essentially been training since she could walk.
Marksmanship: Cassandra has a distaste for firearms, but is adept with the principles behind them as well as conventional throwing weapons including kunai, shuriken, and batarangs.
Stealth: As a byproduct of her conditioning as an agent of the League of Shadows, when Cassandra wants to be heard, she is heard; when she doesn’t, she isn’t. Few are able to tell when she is in the same room as them, less alone on a busy street at night.
Swordplay: Cassandra was trained in swordplay by the League of Shadows in their attempt to groom her into the perfect agent to serve the Demon’s Head. She could survive an encounter with those trained in the weapon.
Body Reading Ability: Perhaps the most unique asset of Cassandra’s skillset is her ability to read people through body language. A byproduct of her father’s unique method of training her in preparation for her future as an agent of the League of Shadows, Cassandra was taught to listen and observe before she was allowed to learn to talk. The consequence of this training resulted in Cassandra having an intuitive way to reacting and perceiving people through their body language.
Hand-to-Hand Combat: Cassandra’s skills in hand-to-hand combat is extraordinary; Batman himself has mentioned that the young woman is beyond comparison and that despite his years of experience honing his talents that he would lose in a contest of pure skill. This comes as no surprise knowing that Cassandra was bred as a living weapon to serve the League of Shadows and that she has essentially been training since she could walk.
Marksmanship: Cassandra has a distaste for firearms, but is adept with the principles behind them as well as conventional throwing weapons including kunai, shuriken, and batarangs.
Stealth: As a byproduct of her conditioning as an agent of the League of Shadows, when Cassandra wants to be heard, she is heard; when she doesn’t, she isn’t. Few are able to tell when she is in the same room as them, less alone on a busy street at night.
Swordplay: Cassandra was trained in swordplay by the League of Shadows in their attempt to groom her into the perfect agent to serve the Demon’s Head. She could survive an encounter with those trained in the weapon.
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Name:Waylon Jones
Age:Early 30s
Alias:Killer Croc, "Lonnie"
Appearance:
Skills/Abilities:
-Crocodilian Atavism: Killer Croc is afflicted with an atavic condition as well as a metagene that has ravaged his body with mutations since he was young. Even if they're quite grotesque and disfiguring, they are not without perks. His skin is tough enough to resist abrasions and even firearms, and he has strength that surpasses the human limits. He has keen senses, including a highly developed olfactory sense and good nightvision, as well as feral-like reflexes. His constitution and vitality are also affected, being able to shrug off damage and recover from wounds that otherwise would cripple a normal human. He can move in water as well as in land, and spend long periods submerged.
-Expert Wrestler: Killer Croc is highly proficient in wrestling, due to the time he partook in a circus by wrestling alligators. With his size and strength, there are few opponents he cannot subdue.
-Tracking: Croc, thanks to his keen senses, and specially olfactory sense, boasts he can track down prey quite efficiently.
-Regeneration: Thanks to his metagene, Croc can regenerate wounds that would be crippling, although this usually has the side effect of furthering his condition.
-Technical maintenance and Welding skills: As part of his new job, Waylon is acquainted with the basics of most infrastructure systems, as well as how to assess and repair them. On the other side, this allows him to be able to sabotage several critical structures of buildings.
Biography: Waylon Jones was born with a rare form of a disease that made his appareance develop and mutate to that of a crocodile. Having lost his mother at birth, he was raised by an abusive aunt and subject to much ridicule due to his striking appearance. Given his physical prowess, it was no wonder he became a regular in the juvenile conviction center, and eventually trialed and convicted as an adult at the age of 16. After being released on parole, he made himself a name as an alligator wrestler and sideshow freak, and it was those two professions that would become the mainstay of his life for a while, before realizing that given his background and physical prowess, a life of crime would be more lucrative.
Full with rage against the world, he sought to shake the Gotham underworld and make a name for himself. He was never quite successful. The bat twarthed him several times, and even when he didn't his inhuman nature and imposing form was exploited by other less than reputable rogues. Croc eventually entered a self-degrading spiral of being shunned by his inhuman exploits, and the subsequent bitterness fueling eventual scapes and crimes. At times, and into the eyes of many he had become a Killer Croc, an inhumane beast.
However, in recent times, Killer Croc became more subdued due to a longstay effective treatment in Arkham Asylum and a stroke of peaceful times with the drop and lull in crimes. He eventually found himself pondering if crime was all that there was to it. After the seemingly successful improvement, Waylon Jones was released on parole once again, and ironically he found himself a calling that didn't involve breaking people's bones or alligator necks, not even breaking things.
It was all about fixing things. Underwater welding was always a tough job, and with all the old rotten submerged structures of Gotham, someone had to go dive and fix them. Waylon then saw his physiology as more than ideal for such job, and offered himself. After some initial reticence, Waylon was granted an apprenticeship, which he completed sucessfully. Little by little, he earned respect borne out of his skill rather than respect borne out of his fear, and the Killer Croc faded out, leaving the quirky Lonnie to replace it.
Nowadays, Killer Croc is all but in the past, and Lonnie is all but another maintenance worker in a small company in the Gotham Docks. He lives in a rented cramped room, and he wishes trying to ask out his boss' secretary in a date.
Age:Early 30s
Alias:Killer Croc, "Lonnie"
Appearance:
Skills/Abilities:
-Crocodilian Atavism: Killer Croc is afflicted with an atavic condition as well as a metagene that has ravaged his body with mutations since he was young. Even if they're quite grotesque and disfiguring, they are not without perks. His skin is tough enough to resist abrasions and even firearms, and he has strength that surpasses the human limits. He has keen senses, including a highly developed olfactory sense and good nightvision, as well as feral-like reflexes. His constitution and vitality are also affected, being able to shrug off damage and recover from wounds that otherwise would cripple a normal human. He can move in water as well as in land, and spend long periods submerged.
-Expert Wrestler: Killer Croc is highly proficient in wrestling, due to the time he partook in a circus by wrestling alligators. With his size and strength, there are few opponents he cannot subdue.
-Tracking: Croc, thanks to his keen senses, and specially olfactory sense, boasts he can track down prey quite efficiently.
-Regeneration: Thanks to his metagene, Croc can regenerate wounds that would be crippling, although this usually has the side effect of furthering his condition.
-Technical maintenance and Welding skills: As part of his new job, Waylon is acquainted with the basics of most infrastructure systems, as well as how to assess and repair them. On the other side, this allows him to be able to sabotage several critical structures of buildings.
Biography: Waylon Jones was born with a rare form of a disease that made his appareance develop and mutate to that of a crocodile. Having lost his mother at birth, he was raised by an abusive aunt and subject to much ridicule due to his striking appearance. Given his physical prowess, it was no wonder he became a regular in the juvenile conviction center, and eventually trialed and convicted as an adult at the age of 16. After being released on parole, he made himself a name as an alligator wrestler and sideshow freak, and it was those two professions that would become the mainstay of his life for a while, before realizing that given his background and physical prowess, a life of crime would be more lucrative.
Full with rage against the world, he sought to shake the Gotham underworld and make a name for himself. He was never quite successful. The bat twarthed him several times, and even when he didn't his inhuman nature and imposing form was exploited by other less than reputable rogues. Croc eventually entered a self-degrading spiral of being shunned by his inhuman exploits, and the subsequent bitterness fueling eventual scapes and crimes. At times, and into the eyes of many he had become a Killer Croc, an inhumane beast.
However, in recent times, Killer Croc became more subdued due to a longstay effective treatment in Arkham Asylum and a stroke of peaceful times with the drop and lull in crimes. He eventually found himself pondering if crime was all that there was to it. After the seemingly successful improvement, Waylon Jones was released on parole once again, and ironically he found himself a calling that didn't involve breaking people's bones or alligator necks, not even breaking things.
It was all about fixing things. Underwater welding was always a tough job, and with all the old rotten submerged structures of Gotham, someone had to go dive and fix them. Waylon then saw his physiology as more than ideal for such job, and offered himself. After some initial reticence, Waylon was granted an apprenticeship, which he completed sucessfully. Little by little, he earned respect borne out of his skill rather than respect borne out of his fear, and the Killer Croc faded out, leaving the quirky Lonnie to replace it.
Nowadays, Killer Croc is all but in the past, and Lonnie is all but another maintenance worker in a small company in the Gotham Docks. He lives in a rented cramped room, and he wishes trying to ask out his boss' secretary in a date.
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RED ROBIN
Name:
Timothy "Tim" Drake
Age:
15 Years Old
Alias:
Red Robin
Appearance:
Tim has blue eyes and black hair like the rest of the Robins, besides Stephanie. However what makes him appear differently from the other older Robins is that his height is 5'5". He also has a slim and sort of athletic body type. He is not as muscular as the rest of the older Robins at all though, considering he's not as strong.
After an incident with the Joker, he earned a few scars and markings.
After an incident with the Joker, he earned a few scars and markings.
Skills/Abilities:
Detective Skills - Tim is not as strong as Dick or Jason, maybe not even Damian, but he surely is smarter when it comes to being a detective. He had figured out Bruce Wayne was Batman after adding the pieces together. Receiving training from Batman himself only amplified his detective skills even more.
Martial Arts - Bo Staff - Batman trained Tim to learn martial arts, specifically with a bo staff. He had better chances with a staff than his fists. Tim became an expert with the bo staff over time, and is pretty resourceful with the weapon.
Martial Arts - Hand to Hand Combat - Tim may not be as good without his bo staff, he can still hold his own in a fight with his pure fists. He also was taught martial arts via fists. He was even taught a few ways how to pin a pressure point and subdue an hostile without having to exactly hurt them.
Stealth - Tim learned rather quickly that if he was going to work with Batman, he needed to learn how to be quiet when lurking in the shadows. It had its advantages, especially to sneak up on enemies with surprise. After all, it was a major thing in the Batfamily.
Agility - Like most of his other skills, training with the Bat taught him how to easily to go from rooftop to rooftop. It also helped him swiftly move in the darkness, and quickly counter his enemies or generally attack. He's no Flying Grayson though, not even close.
Motorcycle Driving - Tim's only transportation besides a grapple hook, was a motorcycle. Over time he learned how to expertly drive his motorcycle while either chasing enemies, or driving through Gotham in general. He also drives a motorcycle when he's not in costume.
Martial Arts - Bo Staff - Batman trained Tim to learn martial arts, specifically with a bo staff. He had better chances with a staff than his fists. Tim became an expert with the bo staff over time, and is pretty resourceful with the weapon.
Martial Arts - Hand to Hand Combat - Tim may not be as good without his bo staff, he can still hold his own in a fight with his pure fists. He also was taught martial arts via fists. He was even taught a few ways how to pin a pressure point and subdue an hostile without having to exactly hurt them.
Stealth - Tim learned rather quickly that if he was going to work with Batman, he needed to learn how to be quiet when lurking in the shadows. It had its advantages, especially to sneak up on enemies with surprise. After all, it was a major thing in the Batfamily.
Agility - Like most of his other skills, training with the Bat taught him how to easily to go from rooftop to rooftop. It also helped him swiftly move in the darkness, and quickly counter his enemies or generally attack. He's no Flying Grayson though, not even close.
Motorcycle Driving - Tim's only transportation besides a grapple hook, was a motorcycle. Over time he learned how to expertly drive his motorcycle while either chasing enemies, or driving through Gotham in general. He also drives a motorcycle when he's not in costume.
Biography:
Tim was born in 2002 to Jack and Janet Drake.
Tim had lived an normal life for the most pat unlike the first two Robins, who had their child hood completely tooken away from them. His parents never died, nor were they abusive. His father was never a drunk. His mother was never mean. Nor were they multi-billionaires or something extraordinary. It was actually a quite nice life he had.
Tim had figured that he was going to live a normal, but nice life as well in Gotham. At least he thought that was what his life was going to be like. One night, he learned from listening in on his parents talk when he should've been asleep, tucked in his bed, that Jack was working for a criminal called 'Two-Face'. They were arguing over it, how Janet wanted him to stop working such a dangerous life. Jack, however, loved the income he was given to provide his family with.
Tim never spoke of this to his parents; to anyone. He kept quiet, because well, he didn't want his father to be arrested. He asked Jack about what his job was. Jack lied straight to his face and said he worked in an office.
The little boy knew how his father gave him every nice little thing he wanted for Christmas, and the nice ring he got for his mother.
One night, at age 10, Tim started to simply just forget about what his father did for a living. He made all As as a student, and was a pretty smart kid. (He was satisfied when his mother went up to his school to talk with one of his teachers.)
At age 13, he started to recognize a current vigilante who'd been in Gotham as long as Tim was alive, the Batman. He also had to write a report about successful figures in Gotham at school, and chose Bruce Wayne. He then started to add things up: A man with dead parents would want revenge. And how else could some random vigilante get such advanced gadgets?
One day, Tim saw a police car drive up to his school. And he learned that his mother and father were killed in a shooting. Tim then realized that his father could've done something that Two-Face disliked, as working with such a criminal and dying in a shooting could not be an easy coincidence. This devastated Tim as well, and he wanted revenge.
So he walked up one night to the Wayne Manor, and confronted Bruce Wayne. And Bruce Wayne took him in, and taught him how to be a Robin.
Tim had lived an normal life for the most pat unlike the first two Robins, who had their child hood completely tooken away from them. His parents never died, nor were they abusive. His father was never a drunk. His mother was never mean. Nor were they multi-billionaires or something extraordinary. It was actually a quite nice life he had.
Tim had figured that he was going to live a normal, but nice life as well in Gotham. At least he thought that was what his life was going to be like. One night, he learned from listening in on his parents talk when he should've been asleep, tucked in his bed, that Jack was working for a criminal called 'Two-Face'. They were arguing over it, how Janet wanted him to stop working such a dangerous life. Jack, however, loved the income he was given to provide his family with.
Tim never spoke of this to his parents; to anyone. He kept quiet, because well, he didn't want his father to be arrested. He asked Jack about what his job was. Jack lied straight to his face and said he worked in an office.
The little boy knew how his father gave him every nice little thing he wanted for Christmas, and the nice ring he got for his mother.
One night, at age 10, Tim started to simply just forget about what his father did for a living. He made all As as a student, and was a pretty smart kid. (He was satisfied when his mother went up to his school to talk with one of his teachers.)
At age 13, he started to recognize a current vigilante who'd been in Gotham as long as Tim was alive, the Batman. He also had to write a report about successful figures in Gotham at school, and chose Bruce Wayne. He then started to add things up: A man with dead parents would want revenge. And how else could some random vigilante get such advanced gadgets?
One day, Tim saw a police car drive up to his school. And he learned that his mother and father were killed in a shooting. Tim then realized that his father could've done something that Two-Face disliked, as working with such a criminal and dying in a shooting could not be an easy coincidence. This devastated Tim as well, and he wanted revenge.
So he walked up one night to the Wayne Manor, and confronted Bruce Wayne. And Bruce Wayne took him in, and taught him how to be a Robin.
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