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Character Application
.Screen name: Syn
.Character you wish to portray: Jason Todd, Red Hood
.Hero, villain, or walking the line?: Hero
.Powers and physical attributes: Skilled Martial artist, peak human physical condition, access to various chemicals and medicines, expert psychologist, and anything else I forgot from my first app.
.Origin and backstory (as you see it): Crippled. Mentally distraught. Helpless. 
.The burning question - Why this character?: What do the effects of stress and physical/emotional pain have on the human mind? Let's find out. 
.How will this version of your character differ from others? How will it be Ultimate?: He's not a whiny cry baby teenager, he's an adult who works at Arkham Asylum as a Psychiatrist. Currently he dates Dr. Harleen Quinzel, his associate and another Psychiatrist at Arkham. Todd spends his nights moonlighting as a vigilante wearing a Red Hood and carrying various equipment he's either made or bought to help him in his endeavor.
.What do you believe you can bring to the RPG?: Psychological mind****s.
.Provide a sample post as the character you wish to portray, in three paragraphs or more:
I lie still in my hospital bed at Gotham General staring aimlessly about the room. Looking to my hand, I glance upon the white tape strapped around my hand holding the IV in place. The tube burns as it rests inside my vein, acting like a parasite trying to gain entry into my body. The liquid drains into my body slowly, the cool feeling of the solution mixing with the warm blood beneath my skin. My fingers twing, sporadically dancing in short, quick spasms. The painkillers must be wearing off - I'm more conscious then I'd like to be.
Blinking my eyes slowly I lean my head back against the soft pillow. As my hair ruffles against the pillowcase, I feel pangs throughout my scalp, a lingering reminder of the concussion. The blinds drawn at the edge of the room tap against the wall in a rhythmic rapping. Each time the plastic hits the wall I cringe, the quiet sound feeling like a gunshot in my ears. I'm sensitive to everything, now. How ironic...
As I take in deep breaths I try to close my eyes for just a second, hoping to get some kind of relief in the black void of my mind. I think back, referring to my latest memories.
"Come on..." I whisper to myself.
"Think. What... happened?"
As I focus, my muscles tense and I grit my teeth, unaware. I begin to hear the voices in my head of those I know, the latest playback of their words.
"Mr. Todd, you'll need to sit up now, the doctor's going to check your pupils."
"I found you in Gotham University Science labs - you were wearing your costume."
"My word, what happened to him?"
"Ash seared on his clothes and skin, cloudy irises, bruises head to toe and unresponsive demeanor. ... I'd say a hell of a night."
"Breathing, check his breathing!"
"He's fading, again-"
"Dammit, bring him back! CLEAR!"
"Save it for later. Now breath in. Breath out."
"...burn it. Burn it all..."
I spring forward in a gasping breath, a scream smothered by my own fear. As sweat drips from my brow I heavily breath, exhaling in long moans with quick inhales in between. As I gain control of myself I think back to the voice...that last sentence spoken in my mind.
"Cold," I say, catching my breath.
"Heartless and evil..." I close my eyes and swallow what feels like a rock down my throat. Even
that hurts.
Gripping the railing on the sides of the bed I slowly lower myself onto the pillows at my back. As I roll my head onto the pillow once more, I twitch, the pain coming back as I return to consciousness. I hear the voice once more, echoing it in my mind as the sounds of fire begin to crackle with it.
"Burn it." I say, repeating it slowly
. "Burn it...all."
Suddenly the sound of a loud buzz startles me from my focus and I jump in my bed. As my body hits the soft mattress I shut my eyelids tight in pain.
"Alright...that's getting old," I joke, hoping to quell some of the sensation. As I open my eyes I hear the buzz again, this time ready for it as if by habit. I look to my side and see the source of the rumbling, my cellphone dancing as it vibrates atop the table next to my bed. I carefully reach over and grab it, flipping it open to see who could be calling.
As my finger open the device I read the alert at the center of the illuminating screen, 'incoming call from Harley'. I cock my head back and let out a heavy sigh, my whole body going limp. I look back down to the screen to see the alert, reading the words of the name I used to read with a smile. My finger flips the phone shut and I toss it onto the table, the phone making a thud as it hits the hard plastic surface.
"Guess I'm not sensitive to everything," I say under my breath with remorse.
Resting my head I ignore the buzz and try to fade into sleep. I pushout all the commotion and distractions of the room, focusing on nothing but my memories - my mind. The voice replays in my head once more and I try to pick it apart, disecting the audio reccollection as if I were a doctor at an autopsy.
"The voice..." I breath,
"the fire..." I force myself as hard as I can to remember anything else, pushing myself to the brink. As I ball my hands to fists something happens, a quick flash of something new. A wide grin with devlish eyes only Satan himself could posses becomes visable, accompanied by a quick chuckle, no ... a laugh, a snicker from the pits of hell. I open my eyes wide and grunt, surprised by what I've conjured, perhaps contrived.
"What the hell was that?" I snarl in rage, trying to drown out the fear beating every second in my heart.
"...what happened to me. What happened?"
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