I think it may still be a day early, but after talking with Byrd about this application I present the below as a very special **** you to Keyser-Batman.
The "World's Finest" DC RPG Application
Character you would like to play (please include the color and font you plan on using to portray the character):
Damian al Ghul Wayne / Robin (
Courier New Black)
Brief Origin (provide at least two sentences)If you copy/paste this information from another website, link back to it, or it is considered plagiarism, it will not be allowed:
Damian is the lovechild of Bruce Wayne and Talia Head, making him the grandson of Ra's al Ghul. In the prior continuity, this was explained as Talia having drugged and raped Batman. In the New 52, the reference to Damian's conception implies that in the DCnU he may instead be a true lovechild. When most kids were learning how to walk, Damian was being groomed by the League of Assassins to be a trained killer; as was seen in a flashback panel in which a toddler Damian was walking on hot coals while throwing shuriken at a child-sized scarecrow target. Damian learned proficiency with a variety of blade and projectile weapons, as he has also been seen dual-wielding pistols in a manner similar to Red Hood. While the details of how he came to be in the Batman Family are somewhat vague in the New 52, it is stated that Batman rescued Damian from the League of Assassins. If the old continuity can be assumed to be in effect, then the truth is that Talia dumped Damian on Bruce because she knew doing so would **** with Bruce's head like nothing else. Damian then decided that he liked the Batman Family better than the League of Assassins, in part because he learned that Ra's al-Ghul intended to use Damian's body for his own purposes. Damian served as Robin during the period that Dick Grayson stood in for Bruce Wayne as Gotham City's Batman, developing a close relationship with Dick while simultaneously learning to restrain his brutal combat training.
With Bruce Wayne's return, Damian has found himself stuck with his father - the two having a completely undefined relationship in which the two appear to only trust that each is lying to the other. Bruce got Damian a great dane as a reward for restraining his killer instincts, a show of reinforcement that Damian is thus far apathetic toward. Damian is also prohibited from going on patrol as Robin without Batman being present, though if Bruce hasn't noticed... obedience to rules isn't a trait that runs in ANY part of Damian's family tree. Wayne or al-Ghul.
Group your character is aligned with (if applicable):
The son of the goddamn Batman doesn't need anyone.
(Formerly League of Assassins, Teen Titans in old DCU)
Explain what you plan to do with the character you've chosen and why you've chosen this character:
Its Damian Wayne, one of the few DC characters that I can actually get into the psychology behind (and I know where he fits into the New 52, which is the biggest plus of the character to me). What am I going to do with him? Aside from giving Keyser Soze utter and complete hell, I plan to explore the character outside of the Robin tights and have Damian trying to sort out his own identity. Is he a hero? Is he a villain? Does he just want to bathe in blood and kill small animals for fun? The answer is probably all of the above, but that's what makes his development so much fun... for me! (it's going to just
suck to be you guys)
Do you have an Instant Messenger? Which one, and what is your screen name?:
AIM jagman476
If you know how to post pictures, please provide a picture of your character you wish to be used for the Character Roster (if you do not know how, or do not have a preference, please say so and a default picture shall be picked for you):
Please provide a small sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 3 paragraphs long and contain at least one line of dialogue):
Stately Wayne Manor
Gotham City
"....oooooooh, sweet child o' mine...."
There was nothing quite like Guitar Hero on a 58-inch plasma television, the child in him let loose in a rare display of his age as the young Damian Wayne rocked and jammed with Guns n' Roses on a 100 note streak.
He'd challenged his father to a friendly match on expert but not even the Batman wanted a piece of
this. Just like the Batman didn't want a piece of anything to do with him, off doing the Dark Knight thing for the billionth time while leaving Damian to just enjoy a peaceful evening with ****ing Pennyworth and this ****ing dog that Damian hadn't even asked for. At least mother had gotten Damian anything he wanted whenever she'd wanted to manipulate him, father was just a total *****e.
He'd just struck a 200-note streak
and activated star power when the television had gone dead.
"What!?" the boy demanded, snapping his head around only to find the man-servant holding the plug. The boy's eyes narrowed as visions of bludgeoning the butler with the plastic guitar came to mind.
"This had better be serious, Pennyworth. Like a Head-of-State dead kind of serious."
"Indeed it is, Master Damian," Alfred intoned calmly, holding up a child-sized tuxedo.
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"Yeah, right," Damian quipped, throwing himself down on the recliner and making a motion as though strumming the faux guitar.
"I don't do public appearances."
"This is the annual Wayne Foundation banquet that honors your grandparents, young sir," Alfred said, his tone growing stern as he continued to hold out the suit. The bowtie alone was likely sufficient justification for killing the butler. "It's only proper that you be there to honor them as well as represent the family with Master Bruce away."
The boy just rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh. This was so miserably unfair. Father got to smash in some faces and all Damian got was a tuxedo? Alfred wanting to send him off to some stuffy dinner with bloated egos and wall street wannabes?
"I've only met the one grandfather. And the only thing I want to do in his honor is piss on his grave," Damian snapped coldly, drumming his fingers on the top of the plastic guitar as the urge to bludgeon the butler only grew stronger. His patience with Pennyworth was running out.
"Besides, my father seems to like keeping me away from the public," Damian added with an aloof gesture.
Pausing the boy seemed to reflect back on that statement, now glaring with open disdain over at the servant.
"So there's absolutely no way you're going to get me into that tuxedo."
"Thank you for coming to the Wayne Foundation Banquet in honor of my grandparents, Thomas and Martha Wayne."
Pennyworth was going to
die for this.
"Oh, how adorable. Are you Brucie's boy? You know, I'm not sure I knew that he had a son."
A very slow, very painful, very premeditated death. Maybe something involving razor wire, porcelain tea cups, and a salt shaker. As tempting as the image in Damian's mind was, he simply smiled at the obese woman adorned in a gown that could have likely doubled as a set of curtains. The young al Ghul displayed the whites of his teeth even as he murmured,
"Whydoesn'tthatsurpriseme."
The elder patron of Gotham's aging white elite seemed to have missed the message.
"Pardon, young man?"
"I said 'Yes, ma'am. I'm told I look a lot like him," Damian lied smoothly, even as he brought a hand up to the woman's elbow and gently guided her into the grand parlor of the event hall. There seemed no shortage of socialite trash waiting to shake the hand of the son of the billionaire playboy, so as much as Damian was enjoying staring a set of boobs that hadn't hung right since 1969 there were other false salutations to be said or white lies extended with half-smiles and empty handshakes.
And then, when this was over,
Pennyworth... razor wire... tea cup... salt shaker.
It was perhaps the one thought that would keep him sane if this kept up. He was the son of the Batman. Damian had little interest in his father's fake life as Bruce Wayne, the Wayne Foundation, or anything so trivial. It was a means to an end, and that was all it needed be. Even father must think so, as it was more often Pennyworth pressing these mundane rituals of society upon them.
All the more reason for him to be waterboarded in a deluge of his own blood...
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