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██████ NAME ▻ Jason "Jay" Todd
██████ ALIAS▻ Red Hood
██████ AGE ▻ 21
██████ GENDER ▻ Male
██████ OCCUPATION ▻ Doing whatever the f*ck I want.
██████ GOOD/EVIL? ▻ Guess that's up for you to decide.
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████ LIKES
██████ ▻ Guns
██████ ▻ A good fight
██████ ▻ Bruce Wayne and d**k Grayson(But his relationship with them is rather complex.)
██████ ▻ Getting what I want both in a deal and in the bedroom
████DISLIKES
██████ ▻ The Joker
██████ ▻ Tim Drake (Since he took his place as Robin soon after he died.)
██████ ▻ Batman's Morals/His code not to kill
██████ ▻ Most Criminals(Even though he is sort of one in some ways. He can tolerate less harmful criminals though as long as they don't push his buttons.)
████PERSONALITY
██████ ▻ Flirtatious(I know this is deviating from his original character a bit but whatever XD). While I'm serious in the field I still know how to let loose and have a little fun now and then. I would say that I enjoy sexual acts just as much as the next guy. The only difference between me and the typical man is that I play on both teams(this is also deviating from his original character but I think it would be cool to see Red Hood be bisexual). At a bar or club I'll flirt it up like no other, but when in the field work is work. And I'll always choose work over flirting.
██████ ▻ Rebellious/Risk Taker. I don't play by the rules because the rules are just plain idiotic. How can anyone hope to stop criminals unless you sink to their level? You have to become a monster to hunt down other monsters. That's just how it is. I'm not afraid to stand up against the law, or even to Batman, because I know my way is better. I don't fear taking chances and will do things that could possibly risk my life and even the lives of a few others if it's for what I believe to be the greater good.
██████ ▻ Sarcastic Jokster. Maybe women old Joker killed me he forced a bit of humor into me, cause now I find myself enjoying the art of sarcasm like never before. It's hard not to be sarcastic when dealing with morons all the time.
██████ ▻ Short Tempered. I get mad very easily, I'll admit. My rage is what makes me as strong as I am so I don't deny that it's a huge part of me. Certain things just really tick me off so if you know what's best for you don't do those things or I'll put a bullet between your eyes.
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██████ FACE CLAIM ▻ Jensen Ackles ACTRESS/MODEL/ETC
██████ HAIR COLOUR ▻ Brown
██████ EYE COLOUR ▻ Hazel
██████ BODY TYPE ▻Muscular
██████ PERMANENT MARKS ▻ None. Surprising right? Not even scars. Thanks lazarus pit.
██████ COSTUME/ MAKEUP/ MASK▻Red Hood Costume
██████ OTHER ▻ Other than my devilishly handsome face and body not really.
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████ BACKSTORY
██████ ▻ Where to begin. I guessing going all the way back to my childhood I can tell you that I was an orphan for a good portion of it. I lived on the streets and was a mini-criminal in the making. You see my father was a crook himself and got his petty @ss throw in jail, leaving me with only my druggy mom for tender love and care. As you can see, that turned out just peachy. Even after dear old dad's sentence was up he never came back so I had to become just like him to make it. I was a master thief and would pit-pocket people, or break in to cars to sell things. It's what was necessary, especially after my mother died of an overdose. When that happened I was all alone and had to do whatever I could to keep going.
Then one day I found myself stealing the tires off of the wrong car, Batman's car. Of course after seeing him I ran off. I wasn't about to get my @ss kicked by the most feared man in all of Gotham. However, he wasn't angry with me. He pitied me. He ended up tracking me down and saw the life I lived. I was alone, dirty, and slowly starving to death. With one look he could see all the suffering I'd been through and decided to take me in. he sent me to some school that I couldn't stand that specialized in dealing with "troubled youth". Really that meant it was a school filled with d*cks.
I ended up living with Bruce after being enrolled and met a boy named d**k Grayson. At first I couldn't stand the goody-goody that was d**k Grayson but eventually I came to see him as like a brother. he looked out for me, and even defended me a few times when Bruce was being hard on me. For some unknown reason Bruce started training me. I kind of had a feeling that it was because he wanted me to be Robin, since d**k and him weren't exactly seeing eye to eye at this point, but I didn't dare say that out loud. Eventually d**k left to do his own thing, and a few months later I dawned the mantle of Robin.
I was thrilled honestly. Sure while I butt heads with Bruce now and then I idolized him, and saw him as more of a father than I did my own. Just to be out in the field with him, fighting along side him, was enough to make me feel like my life was worth a damn. But, I was never good enough for Bruce. My actions were always too violent for him, too reckless. I fought with him on many occasions about it, but he'd never see from my eyes. That's one thing I've come to hate about Bruce, his stubbornness. Soon the amount of fights we had far out weighed the amount of happiness we shared, but I was determined to make things work. I cared too much about Bruce to just walk away, and then I found out some truth about myself.
For years I'd always felt like a stranger to myself. Like there was something missing. And the missing link was my mother, my real mother. Turns out that the druggy who "raised" me wasn't my actual mother. After doing a lot of research and tracking I found my real mother. I was thrilled just to look at her. Here was a woman with an actual good job, who wasn't a criminal or an overly strict come fighter. She was just a normal human being, or so I thought. Turns out she was being blackmailed by The Joker and was supplying him with medical supplies. She was actually embezzling money from the agency she worked at, and in order to ensure that her secret didn't get out she handed me over to The Joker almost immediately after we met.
Well that plan backfired on her dumb@ss as well because he ended up kidnapping both of us. He tied us both up, but only seemed to take joy in beating the sh*t out of me. I suppose he thought my mother felt enough pain from just watching me get beaten with a crowbar. Considering the fact that she was the one who turned me over, I highly doubt watching me get tortured was actually enough to seriously hurt her.
(This next part I'm adding in based on the Arkham Knight video game. It's not following the game exactly since the game suggest that Jason went mentally insane from this, which I'm not having, but similar events are taking place.)
Now what a lot of people don't know, not even Batman, was that I wasn't just beaten with a crowbar for a day and then blown up. No. It was multiple days of being beaten with a crowbar. Months actually. Batman just assumed I had run off out of anger and was dingy own thing, but really for all that time I was being abused. The Joker burned me, cut me up, chained me to a wall and watched me starve. My mother was killed long before me, but lived to see some of the torturous acts done to me. I was electrocuted, parts of me were dipped in acid. Thinking about all the things that were done to me, it's not wonder that Batman thinks i'm mental, but I'm not. I'm anger. While I was being tortured he was palling it up with some kid named Tim Drake. I could see in the videos that The Joker showed me how Batman was already so quick as to give the kid the mantle of Robin before even knowing what had happened to me! he just assumed I was never coming back!
Then the day came where The Joker sent Batman that letter saying that he had found me and was going to blow me up. Of course batman came rushing over, but he just wasn't fast enough. The whole warehouse I was in was turned to dust, and the last thing I remember is hearing faint crying. It was the only time I heard Batman cry.
(Now back to the cannon story, although I'm changing this slightly too.)
A few years later I found myself back again. I awoke to choking on some strange water and jumped out of this huge pit with nothing but rage. The only memories in my head at the time were the last few moments I experienced before my death. Torture. So I reacted. I found every person that approached me, and killed a whole lot of them. I remember looking at my reflection in the bit and being shocked, confused, and horrified at how I went from being a teen to a grown man in what seemed to be seconds. Eventually I was sedated and when I woke up again I was chained to a bed in from of Ra's Al Ghul. He explained to be how he used the pit to bring me back, but he was surprised to see how it stirred the rage in me so much. He said that he wouldn't allow me to leave until I had learned how to control the rage within me, so he put me in training with the League.
As time went by I found myself remembering my past more. I remembered Bruce, my old mentor, friend, and father, telling me how he was trained by the League himself but now fought against them. Seemed like our lives had gone full circle since I was now enduring the same training as him. But even so, I refused to become like him. What made this decision final was when I found out that the Bat had failed to dot he one thing that would have made me forgive every fight we had, and every wrong thing he's put me through, killing the Joker.
Having this information haunting my dreams I couldn't remain in the League. I managed to escape and went into hiding. I spent months planning on how I was going to return to Gotham when I saw a red motorcycle helmet in the window of a store in the town I was hiding out in. The helmet made me remember that the Joker was once called red Hood, so, to remind myself of all the pain I went through, and of what i wanted to prevent happening from anyone else, I took the Joker's old name, redesigned the helmet to become a strong, bullet proof, mask, bought myself some weapons and a motorcycle which I edited as well, and made my way back to Gotham.
When I returned I quickly took over the drug business in Gotham. I killed off the lieutenants of every drug lord in the city and demanded a cut of their earnings. I only had one rule for them and that was don't sell to kids. This way I was mangling crime because I knew there was no way to get rid of it completely. This also allowed me to keep all the drug dealers in check, so if any of them got to out of hand I knew exactly where to find them to kill them. This started a little war with Black Mask though, and eventually led to getting Batman involved. After Batman and I took down Black Mask we had our own little fight because I wanted nothing more than to kill Black mask, and Batman just wasn't going to let that happen. I even kidnapped the Joker and had him stored in a place where I took Batman during our fight only to pull him out and make Batman choose between the two of us once and for all. It drove me nuts the little dance the two of them played. It warlike watching a sadistic episode of Tom and Jerry. The both of them were always chasing each other but no one actually ever accomplished anything. But Batman being Batman, found a way to save all of us from the bombs I put all over the abandoned apartment complex we were in.
In the end I got my answer. Batman chose himself and his stupid morals. At always, he remained selfish. So I laid low for a while, and got out of the drug business. Instead I went on the beating up and threatening low level criminals, in order to stop them in their tracks before they become a problem. I didn't resume killing again until I decided to go after bigger enemies like assassins and henchmen for guys like the Joker. That's when I found myself running into d**k, aka Rightwing, and Batman all over again.
The three of us have had multiple fights over the years, and each one always ending with no winner or loser. Eventually the three of us found ourselves on somewhat neutral but unsteady terms. Batman still doesn't appreciate how I do things, but I've at least stopped associating myself with criminals and have instead focused on taking them down. And I still don't likeBruce's attitude, but for some reason I am unable to detach myself from him completely. As for d**k he's still like a brother to me, but our brotherly bond won't prevent me from killing him if he gets in my way. As for Tim Drake, I still can't stand being alone with him but I live him alone.
For the most pat what has kept the rest of the family and i on good terms is thatI've been away from Gotham. I moved on the protecting other cities. But Gotham is my home, and I want to once again protect it. Besides, I still have a clown that I want dead. Since I've gotten back I've heard that the Bat has himself yet another Robin. I swear he goes through kids like Taylor Swift goes through boyfriends. And this one, to my surprise, I heard from d**k is actually his son. Like blood related son, who was raised by the League. You bet that I'm serious about this kid. From what d**k has told me he's actually a lot like me. Maybe the Bat is hanging on to the guilt of having let me died still. Even though I told him years ago I don't care about that, he always seems to look at me with pain and regret.
████ ABILITIES
██████ ▻ Lazarus Pit Enhanced Capabilities: Since being brought back from the dead by the Lazarus Pit I've discovered that I basically have a few superhuman abilities. Basically a dip in that pit has caused my aging to stop completely. At least that means I'll look this good forever. I also heal extremely fast which is why I idon'thave scars and why I'm willing to take such big risks. Even if you shoot me in the chest with a bullet the chances are I'll heal within an hour after removing that bullet. Of course if I take a direct hit to the heart, brain, or any other important organs I'll probably die.
██████ ▻ Intelligence. You might not think that intelligence is an ability but your would be f*cking wrong. I know how to speak multiple different languages, I've memorized various codes so I can hack into the damn Pentagon if I wanted, I can make and dismantle a bomb in seconds, and you bet your @ss I'm one of the best detectives out there. How can I not be? I was trained by Batman.
██████ ▻ Hand-to-Hand Combat. I know every form of martial arts that Bruce, sorry, Batman knows. I even got some extra training from Ra's Al Ghul after he brought me back so there is a possibility that I might even know more than my past mentor.
██████ ▻ Weaponry. Hand me any gun or sword and I can use it. I am also skilled at throwing weapons like ninja stars or batarangs to be specific since I used them as Robin. I also now carry explosives on me just in case I get in a bit over my head.
