Post by Bane on May 23, 2014 7:36:43 GMT
Damian Robin Wayne
Take Control...
TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR CITY
Full Name: Damian Wayne
Nicknames: Robin
Gender: Male
Age: 10
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Location: Gotham
Origin: DC comics
Play-By: Omit.
Height: 5"4
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Typical Clothing/Uniform:
As Robin, he wears a red vest with a “R” embedded on the right side of his chest. Black flexible pants and shirt beneath, with green combat like boots and gloves. A yellow cape with a black hood is also worn.
As Robin, he wears a red vest with a “R” embedded on the right side of his chest. Black flexible pants and shirt beneath, with green combat like boots and gloves. A yellow cape with a black hood is also worn.
Powers/Abilities
Business management, Advanced hand to hand combat, Martial Arts, Mimicry, Stealth, Swordsmanship and Throwing (shuriken/batarang)
Business management, Advanced hand to hand combat, Martial Arts, Mimicry, Stealth, Swordsmanship and Throwing (shuriken/batarang)
Team Affiliation:
Bat Family
Bat Family
Personality:
Self-important, vicious and a little bit of a snob. He likes the attention, being right, and having a certain extent of control. Or at least likes being listened to when he issues a command. Sensitive about being undermined because of his age, and likely to hand your butt to you on a platter verbally, just as much as he could physically.
Self-important, vicious and a little bit of a snob. He likes the attention, being right, and having a certain extent of control. Or at least likes being listened to when he issues a command. Sensitive about being undermined because of his age, and likely to hand your butt to you on a platter verbally, just as much as he could physically.
Family: Bruce Wayne (Father), Talia al Ghul (Mother)
Marital status: Single
History:
He was conceived in a laboratory, and from that moment on he was treated like a precious machine. Trained from a young age about how to kill in several different ways, Damian was a deadly force to be reckoned with. The power, and enhanced intelligence gifted to the small hands of a young boy. He was quite unlike other children.
He was raised by his mother, Talia al Ghul until the age of ten, in which he was then handed over to his father to raise. His father, had no idea of his existence until then but Bruce Wayne now had a son. A paranoid, violent child who needed discipline just as much as he needed a regular father son loving relationship. A sticky situation, but Damian handled it perhaps as well as he could allow.
Still, a cheeky little blighter, he had eventually come to trust the members of the Bat Family to some extent, while being wary of his relationship with his mother. Damian had come to see another light, and use his extensive training and knowledge to aid it.
He was conceived in a laboratory, and from that moment on he was treated like a precious machine. Trained from a young age about how to kill in several different ways, Damian was a deadly force to be reckoned with. The power, and enhanced intelligence gifted to the small hands of a young boy. He was quite unlike other children.
He was raised by his mother, Talia al Ghul until the age of ten, in which he was then handed over to his father to raise. His father, had no idea of his existence until then but Bruce Wayne now had a son. A paranoid, violent child who needed discipline just as much as he needed a regular father son loving relationship. A sticky situation, but Damian handled it perhaps as well as he could allow.
Still, a cheeky little blighter, he had eventually come to trust the members of the Bat Family to some extent, while being wary of his relationship with his mother. Damian had come to see another light, and use his extensive training and knowledge to aid it.
Sample Post:
Damian, like the majority of the rest of the Bat Family, was out to patrol that night. Gotham was the city of crime, so if somebody had to protect it, it had to be them. Even if the heroes were a little less present as of late. Cowards, is what Damian called them. Villains were running rampant, and no one was making a stand.
Down below, rom the rooftop that Damian was perched on, he could see figures. The first two, looked to be a couple. The second to were tense and awkward. Upon further inspection, it was a man holding a child at gun point, demanding for their money loudly. Young boy narrowed his eyes, swooping down with a handful of his cape in either hand, extending it to glide down.
Once at the right level, he shifted his grip, swinging his legs forward to collide the heels of his feet with the back of the man’s head. He was sent sprawling to the ground, and the child scrambled back to his parents.
The man reached for his gun, but when he turned to aim it at the masked kid, he wasted to time to intercept the attack. One fist raised, using his forearm to contact with the gun holding hand before it could aim directly at him, and forcing it roughly the other direction. Then, he made a high sideways kick, catching the burglars head dropping him to the ground, hand limp around the gun. He was out cold.
“Thank you!” the husband started, murmurs of agreement from his wife as their child whined. “Thank you so much, without you we’d be-“
“Dead.” Damian cut them off darkly. “I know.” And without stopping to look at their shocked expressions, he turned to take his leave, but not without some last words of advice.
“Maybe next time you could try not to make yourself so susceptible to a mugging.”
Damian, like the majority of the rest of the Bat Family, was out to patrol that night. Gotham was the city of crime, so if somebody had to protect it, it had to be them. Even if the heroes were a little less present as of late. Cowards, is what Damian called them. Villains were running rampant, and no one was making a stand.
Down below, rom the rooftop that Damian was perched on, he could see figures. The first two, looked to be a couple. The second to were tense and awkward. Upon further inspection, it was a man holding a child at gun point, demanding for their money loudly. Young boy narrowed his eyes, swooping down with a handful of his cape in either hand, extending it to glide down.
Once at the right level, he shifted his grip, swinging his legs forward to collide the heels of his feet with the back of the man’s head. He was sent sprawling to the ground, and the child scrambled back to his parents.
The man reached for his gun, but when he turned to aim it at the masked kid, he wasted to time to intercept the attack. One fist raised, using his forearm to contact with the gun holding hand before it could aim directly at him, and forcing it roughly the other direction. Then, he made a high sideways kick, catching the burglars head dropping him to the ground, hand limp around the gun. He was out cold.
“Thank you!” the husband started, murmurs of agreement from his wife as their child whined. “Thank you so much, without you we’d be-“
“Dead.” Damian cut them off darkly. “I know.” And without stopping to look at their shocked expressions, he turned to take his leave, but not without some last words of advice.
“Maybe next time you could try not to make yourself so susceptible to a mugging.”
