Post by RobinIV. on Sept 9, 2011 0:02:20 GMT -6
Canon Character Application.
"At this rate, Gotham should be out of
really big buildings by next week."
really big buildings by next week."
AIM: ajxdisturbed MSN: xaj.disturbed@live.ca
Character Name: Damian Wayne Al Ghul.
Nickname/Alias: The 4th Robin.
Version: It's definitely based on the comics.
Race: Human.
Alignment: Was seen to show cruelness in his early childhood when asided with Talia Al Ghul (his mother) and Ra's Al Ghul (his grandfather). Raised in a family of assassins, Damian carried out the trend until he learned the ways of Batman (Bruce Wayne). And so, now he's leaned more into the "good" side.
Occupation/class: Much like all the Bats within the Bat branch, he works along side with Batman during night hours.
Physical Appearance: Carries similarities to Bruce Wayne his father-- has short black hair, and blue eyes. Is relatively short (he is of course still young) but is quite fit for his age.
Personality: Not one to take any sort of tolerance of others-- Damian is straight to the point and will defend his honor; regardless on who the others may be. But of course; he dearly respects his father.
Background/History: His existence is unknown to Batman. Genetically perfected and grown in an artificial womb, Damian was intended to be a formidable warrior. He is raised by Talia and the League of Assassins. He becomes a talented martial artist by the time he is a pre-teen, at which time Talia reveals Damian's existence to his father and leaves him in Batman's custody in an effort to disrupt his work. Precocious, spoiled, and violent, Damian battles Robin (Tim Drake), whom he wants to replace as his father's sidekick, and sucker punches him off the T. rex of the batcave. Grounded by Batman, he escapes, dons a variant Robin costume made of Jason Todd's old tunic and assorted League of Assassin gear, and gets into a fight with and decapitates the villainous Spook. Although misguided and malicious, Damian seems to genuinely want to aid his father's war on crime.
ROLEPLAY STARTER.
"My job is not to follow you along like a damn puppy. That's Tims job, not mine."
Being the argumentative child that Damian was, following orders by Dick wasn't always so easy. Depending on the tone given out, Damian is always one to take it into consideration whether it's worthy of following through or not. But in this situation-- he would not stand down to such a request done by Dick. What is the request you may ask? Nothing more than to aid Dick with the move of some things within the Batcave. A job like this wasn't seen to fit Damian. And so-- he went on with his ways as he laid back at ease on a padded chair located by the bat comp.
"You damn brat-- we all live and must work within this place!"
Yawning in attempt to ignore Tims whine from the distance [in which he successfully pulled], Damian rested his legs up upon the counter of where the keys were laid out of the computer. Having his hands placed behind his head his eyes began to narrow out as he then began to scan the room he was situated at. It's been nearly a month now since Damian's arrival to the Batfamily. Being brought by Talia, his very own mother, Damian within the time given to him from then and now-- had to learn a new way of living. And of course, by the looks of it-- with Bruce not around, he refused to be given commands. He still thought within that HE was meant to be Batman-- or atleast next in line rather than Dick or even Tim.
"Give me a job to do that is worthy. I'm not here to clean up after your mess.
So. Tim-- do your duty... I won't hesitate to break an arm!"
Such remarks leaning towards violence was always a seen motive done by Damian. Everyone within the Batfamily knew of this-- and of course, seeing that he was fairly new at this way of lifestyle; he was able to slip away through the cracks once in a while. But that was only when Bruce was not around. He was definitely one to put him on the right track-- which would no doubt in mind frighten the young Wayne child.
And so, with that in mind-- Damians' eyes twitched as he then grunted loudly. Pushing himself off from the chair, he began to walk towards Dick as his eyes glared at Tim from the distance. He was not doing this for Tim, but for the sake of Bruce. If he were to hear about this-- Damian wouldn't hear the end of it. Then again-- not even that. The silent glare and treatment given off by Bruce was far enough to get him to irk with fear. And for a child born and raised with assassins-- and not to feel fear; Damian sure felt it with Bruce around.
"About damn time you did something to help out." Shouted Tim.
"One more word from you and I'll break your face."
Being at Dicks side from here on, Damian set his arms out in aid as he lifted boxes filled with whatever could be inside. Was he curious? Not so much. It most likely had to do with some added adjustment tools for this Batcave. Seems like something new is always installed every week-- let alone every day.
[/font]Being the argumentative child that Damian was, following orders by Dick wasn't always so easy. Depending on the tone given out, Damian is always one to take it into consideration whether it's worthy of following through or not. But in this situation-- he would not stand down to such a request done by Dick. What is the request you may ask? Nothing more than to aid Dick with the move of some things within the Batcave. A job like this wasn't seen to fit Damian. And so-- he went on with his ways as he laid back at ease on a padded chair located by the bat comp.
"You damn brat-- we all live and must work within this place!"
Yawning in attempt to ignore Tims whine from the distance [in which he successfully pulled], Damian rested his legs up upon the counter of where the keys were laid out of the computer. Having his hands placed behind his head his eyes began to narrow out as he then began to scan the room he was situated at. It's been nearly a month now since Damian's arrival to the Batfamily. Being brought by Talia, his very own mother, Damian within the time given to him from then and now-- had to learn a new way of living. And of course, by the looks of it-- with Bruce not around, he refused to be given commands. He still thought within that HE was meant to be Batman-- or atleast next in line rather than Dick or even Tim.
"Give me a job to do that is worthy. I'm not here to clean up after your mess.
So. Tim-- do your duty... I won't hesitate to break an arm!"
Such remarks leaning towards violence was always a seen motive done by Damian. Everyone within the Batfamily knew of this-- and of course, seeing that he was fairly new at this way of lifestyle; he was able to slip away through the cracks once in a while. But that was only when Bruce was not around. He was definitely one to put him on the right track-- which would no doubt in mind frighten the young Wayne child.
And so, with that in mind-- Damians' eyes twitched as he then grunted loudly. Pushing himself off from the chair, he began to walk towards Dick as his eyes glared at Tim from the distance. He was not doing this for Tim, but for the sake of Bruce. If he were to hear about this-- Damian wouldn't hear the end of it. Then again-- not even that. The silent glare and treatment given off by Bruce was far enough to get him to irk with fear. And for a child born and raised with assassins-- and not to feel fear; Damian sure felt it with Bruce around.
"About damn time you did something to help out." Shouted Tim.
"One more word from you and I'll break your face."
Being at Dicks side from here on, Damian set his arms out in aid as he lifted boxes filled with whatever could be inside. Was he curious? Not so much. It most likely had to do with some added adjustment tools for this Batcave. Seems like something new is always installed every week-- let alone every day.
Alright. This is what I have-- a quick sample. Hope it's not too bad.
Once a storyline is shown and present-- I can follow through with it in a more elaborate manner.
Once a storyline is shown and present-- I can follow through with it in a more elaborate manner.
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