Shay Baldwin// Red Hood Legacy// Anti-Hero// Pending

[Ghost_Rios]

Gaia username: Ghost_Rios
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RP sample:
Shay was walking down the streets of Gotham, finishing his time in the gym. As he walked home he heard a commotion, but it wasn’t his problem. “Not my monkey, not my zoo…” He walked on until he could see the fight break out into the streets. Now it was his problem sadly. “Guy’s… just leave the kid alone, go home, warm up, and count your blessings. Close to Christmas gentlemen, good cheer and all that crap.” Dodging as he saw a fist swing by his face. “Okay, not cool.” Hunching over though as a swing came and landed in his stomach. Coughing as he tried to catch his breath he jumped shoved a guy into the wall. He began to swing wildly for a bit till he was encircled the gang of guys. They immediately all jumped on him. Using whatever he had left in the tank he broke free, sprinting as fast as he could through the warehouses. Finding one that looked safe he slipped in and moved against the far wall. Catching his breath he fell backwards as a wall fell in. After hitting his head on the floor he slowly got up. His eyes widening as he saw what was before him. The Red helmet on a pedestal told him everything… he found the old hideout of the Red Hood.
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[General Information]

Name: Shay Baldwin
Nicknames: none
Titles: Red Hood
Age: 28
Birthday: November 6th
Star sign: Scorpio
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alliance: Hero/Anti-Hero
Personality: Shay can be very militant about his beliefs. He's constantly thinking in terms of Strategy and Tactical advantages, the kind of person you may want on your side in fight. He is die hard in his belief that Gangsters should be put down like dogs, to which this belief makes him belligerent. But he is fiercely loyal as well as honorable, a real man of word. But he is not to be betrayed because if so he will hunt you down and you may find a hole the size of a fist in you. To those he is romancing he is kind and caring, usually will to rush to that persons aid if need be.

[Personal Information]

Height: 6'
Weight: 240lbs
Occupation: Ex-Marine, Bike/Car Mechanic, Boxer
Sexuality: Straight
Likes: Cars, Motorcycle, Guns, Working out, Boxing.
Dreams: Own his own mechanic shop
Dislikes: Blue Berries, Gangsters, Fixing small parts, disrespectful people
Fears: Dying, killing an innocent person
Darkest Secret: He was dishonorably discharged
Favourite Food: Pizza
Favourite Drink: Cream Soda
Least Favourite Food: Blue Berries
Least Favourite Drink: Beer
Loyalties: Anyone in the Bat Family
Intelligence Level: Mostly Street smarts, Basic Training in the Marines, and a little bit of schooling from Citadel University
Dominant Hand: ambidextrous
Strengths: Shooting, Driving, Boxing
Weaknesses: Interacting with others, taking orders, working as a team

Cherished Items:
-Dog tags: Besides his own from his time in the service he also carries the Dog Tags of his best friend who died in his arms during a firefight.

-Pocket Watch: He has his fathers pocket watch, given to him before his Father died in a fire..

Philosophical/social viewpoint: He believes all innocent lives are worth saving, also believes that all Gangsters should be put down like dogs. He believes in stronger police but that every man has the right bear arms.

Religious viewpoint: Believes in a God. Not sure if God cares for humanity though. In short he's like any other Christian.

Romantic viewpoint: It'll come when it comes


Biography


Shay lived in the roughest slums of Gotham, often using the streets as an outlet, creating at a very young age a sense of recklessness within him. This often resulted in the male being pulled into a lot of trouble more often than not, especially with the thugs that often roamed. One of these altercations instilled fear into his parents so much that they decided that he needed to learn how to defend himself in the efforts they were not around to keep him safe. With the open public gyms, they allowed him to receive training, from boxing to exercising. This made something spike within his body, some form of aggression that allowed him to take great joy in hurting others, particularly those he thought that prided themselves in strength to claim they were the best. It made him haughty that he took it from the ring out to the streets again, a place he thought he could make easy cash to help support his family, where another lesson of reality smacked him hard; he fought against an opponent who utilized more than just boxing, Falcone’s proud son himself, Mario laying down the blows to the young teen.

How would he compensate? This was a crime lord’s son and the cash he put on the line for such a reckless fight was nowhere enough. Mario had an idea, something that Shay would regret the rest of his life. His family’s garage was lit ablaze one night and his parents were taken within it that very night. Shay became an orphan at the age of fifteen, where he was taken in by a close, but distant aunt in a much more safer area within Gotham and for obvious reasons too. His deceased grandmother cut his mother from the family when she chose “this sleeze of a man” for her husband. Living with his aunt was a bit tough. Through here, he was afforded proper education and introduced to a supreme being known as God, his aunt a devout Christian who helped bring the youth to seeking repentance for his actions.

For schooling, Shay attended the usual PS (Public Schools) within Gotham, particularly PS 118. It had some slight militaristic roles to it, something his aunt believed would make him a proper man, which fueled his mind with the notion that maybe he should enlist as he got older. He held that in high regards when he took notice of the criminal activities going on around him, the male personally wishing there was something he could do, but what could he do was the point? Gotham was gloomy and depressing as it would ever be. It was probably for the better that he got called to duty immediately after graduating from High School. He could not stand to be there any further, for both his memories and his aunt would have made him snap.

Like most, he was 19 by the time it came to Basic Training and that was hell. Thanks to some of the regiment he learned back at PS 118, he had some kind of training that made him just a little better than the others, which made him feel great right as he was being drilled like the others. That was saying much though. He was taught the roughest of trainings, from strict dieting to just scarf down anything all the way to bobbing in the water to build breath timing and endurance. Gone was he from the scrawny male that entered to what could be called a young man, buffer and stronger both mentally and physically as nobody wanted a Jarhead holding a rifle that would determine whose life was saved on the battlefield. None of the training could prepare him for what was to come next though.

He was a year into service and on tour when the attack hit. Shay and his company were patrolling the streets on their way back to the base when the Taliban attacked. Their makeshift molotovs were just the distraction as Shay soon realized, his scope providing cover from afar. A male teen had emerged out of the assault, a grenade fresh in hand. Shay yelled out to him to put it down. He refused to kill someone so young, but just like him, this kid was fixed on his moral ways. Shay commanded for him to do so again, but this time the pin was pulled and he was out of options. The round fired and echoed throughout the road. The kid was killed right through the head and the resulting explosion from the grenade sent the building he was on top of tumbling down from reckless stalling.

When he was found, he was disillusioned, sorry for what had occurred, helpless just like he was when he was a kid. His eyes were wandering, but he was not there so to say as he mumbled over and over again “I told him to stop.” Debriefing helped, but Shay was took shaken up. There was no other choice but to send him back to America with a discharge.

He had problems adjusting, his ears tuned to the noises of war and slight pops causing him to be shellshocked. His aunt was ready to write him off to some Asylum, Arkham in fact when his eyes opened to a revelation that had him visit his old home with the garage. It was slowly being repaired as nobody else had plans to take the space and now an adult, he had time to share a drink and take away his pains one sip at a time. It was here they noticed him as they were driving down the road in a pickup truck like paramilitant groups, complete with guns in their hands. Not everyone wore the same mask, but the bandanas, domino masks and red hoodies pointed out they belonged to the Red Hood Gang.

He was persuaded like everybody else, from youth to adult that could fight: The Red Hood Gang would bring crime to an effective halt. Why be Batman when he could go to a cause that ended the reign of Falcone once and for all. He had skills that was going to waste, something they reminded him by calling him Mr. Marine when he spoke with them. He could save lives, he thought. Put an end to the man that started it all for him. Kill Mario Falcone and spare Gotham pain. His thoughts were falsely proven through his two year career, the male casting aside his Aunt for his own beliefs, this of which she screamed “Devil!”

Being gone, he had no idea how this Gang rose up through the ranks, enough to know they were not saints themselves. Traveling with them on their numerous crusades, he naturally assumed that they were doing these things just like the military. He learned how expendable him and some of the lesser gang members were however when they came against the very thugs who caused him pain in the first place. There he was, Mario Falcone. The very man hardly seemed to have aged a day, now a Doctor at Gotham’s finest hospital, but still crooked all the same with just a slight premature graying to the sides of his black hair. Shay recklessly fired when the deal went south from Falcone wanting to see the Hoods just dead. He put his Marine expertise to use, killing from a blind fury, but it was a very similar situation that caused his eyes to open. One of the Red Hood members was a teen and he was shot, but not to a point where he would die. It was none of Falcone’s men who delivered the fatal shot to him however.

They saw him as a liability by being wounded and he could not hinder them. They pulled the trigger straight through his skull even though he insisted he would be alright. The young male was dead, but Shay was promoted from a bandana and hoodie to a sleek red mask. It did not feel great though, which triggered something else within his mind even further.

He wandered around again, prayed for the road he would take, but he found no cure to his solution. People got away with whatever they wanted over and over again. He spent his time brooding. Calculating and brooding, particularly over the Red Mask he had just received. Enough was enough. He would take actions into his own hands.

Gotham believed in heroes. They found their faith in the Dark Knight and the Boy Wonder. They found courage in Nightwing and Batgirl. Shay took this symbol and painted it crimson red on his shirt. The Red Hood Gang was too much to take out in one go. No, he would do what was necessary and cripple them. Being a part of their gang for years, he knew their locations and how to strike effectively. With a crimson hoodie drawn over the red mask, he made his move when the gang returned to the falsely painted abandoned facility for shipment. To the youth, he put them out of commission from a gang career, striking fear into their hearts just like Batman. To the adults however, they were set into their ways and no mercy would be spared for them. The facility went up in flames. A new Red Hood, a legacy to Jason Todd, was born.

Every gang, from the Red Hoods right down to Joker himself better beware. His motives were clear. Criminals lacked conviction. He would give it to them one bullet through the head at a time.

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[Weapon information]

○ Dual Custom Desert Eagles: Equiped with hair-triggers so they'll fire faster these pistols come with a few special treats such as; an extended magazine upgrading the weapon to hold twenty shots in total, Gas vents that help reduce the recoil, iron sights with glowing paint so no matter what you can aim better at your target.

○ Barret .50 Cal Sniper: The standard high powered weapon is a tool for choice to take down any vehicle. It has the standard four shot magazine before a reload is required. The weapon can, in proper hands, easily shoot up to a mile, which is a difficult shot for any armature shooter. Also having a standard sight you can see up to a mile clearly. The down side is the recoil can really mess up the shoulder if one doesn't know how to properly fire the weapon.

○ K-Bar Knife: The favorite steel knife of the United States Marine Corps. This ten inch long blade is a must for survival. Perfectly balanced and sharp enough to cut through flesh. After so many uses this knife will need to be sharpened again. No knife, not even the K-Bar, is infinitely sharp.

○ Claymore Mines: A must for any trap if that is your intention. This directional explosive can be set up in three ways. 1) A trip wire, a classic trap style but the wire may be missed when an enemy steps over or spots. 2) Detenation, hooking up a detonator to the mine you can activate anywhere within a hundred yards. But if the detonator breaks or an emp goes off or even a signal jammer is set up the explosive is rendered useless. 3) Proximity, one of the most dangerous to set up. Giving an area within a three foot range this weapon may go off, though anything trips it and it will go off. Loss of power or signal will render it as useless as a detonation mine.

[Other item information]

○ Red Hood Costume: Through contacts because of his time in the Marines the outfit is made from a leather jacket, AR 500 body plates molded to fit him. The plates can stop a NATO round, with two layers, but as a single lay Assault Rifle rounds will break skin. The plates will not however stop explosives. He'll be fine on taking a 9mm round but anything bigger he will react to the impact force.

○ Red Hood Helmet: The helmet comes with three basic systems. A basic gas mask to filter out most known toxins, a communications head set to coordinate with a team or even just the watch tower, and three basic lenses such as night vision, normal vision, and shades. The visions work based on voice commands, if not said in time a flash bang can stun the wearer. The gas mask can handle up to Scarecrows mildest gas and a mild dose of Jokers laughing Gas.

○ 1967 Chevrolet Impala : This four door hard top is a classic car. Housing under it's hood a Turbo-Jet V8 engine. The classic Impala is a resto-mod (restoration-modified) to make the vehicle faster and have better gas mileage. Though it won't keep up with the Batmoble it can keep pace with any modded street car and out run any cop car. Just like the Batmoble parts of the Impala is armored to stop small arms fire such as; Handguns, Shotguns, and assault rifles.

○ Grappling hook gun: Much like the Dark Knight this tool, with roughly a hundred feet of cable allows the user co climb easier or swing across the streets. It does have a weight limit, 450 pounds total, before the cable will break. So try not to catch cars with it. It is retractable to allow the user to either climb or for reuse.

[Ability information]

○ Climbing: IMPROVISE, ADAPT, OVERCOME! The Marine Corp motto when it comes to fighting. And in doing so Shay had to learn how to climb free hand. He cannot scale a tall building, but there is no fence or wall he can't climb or even a single story house. And if the retracting motor on his grappling gun dies he can climb the rope. Still being human too much climbing will drain him of stamina.

○ Acrobatics: Noticing his lack of speed and balance Shay began the process of learning acrobatics. After thousands of hours of practicing he got to the point where he can catch his balance, jump over an obstacle, or even do a flip to try to get around an enemy. Though in peak physical condition he can do a great deal of flips but he will tire like anyone else since he is moving so much mass. He still practices all the balancing aspects daily and rotates between jumps and flips.

○ Marksmenship: Spending many hours at the range Shay has been registered as a marksmen. To develope this skill he has spent over a thousand hours and close to a million rounds of ammo to perfect his shooting techniques. Though he doesn't have the resources like the Marines did, he maintains two hours and a hundred rounds a week.

○ Precision driving: As much as he loves to drive he cannot hit everything and keep repairing his vehicle so easily. In order to become a better driver he would set up various tracks and drive, learning how to drift so when turning he doesn't crash into everything or lose so much speed. He also practiced with various obstacles so if need be he can follow bad guys and avoid hazards. But like any human driver he will need to be careful on ice or even in the rain if he loses control of his tires and spins out.

○ Close-Quarters Combat: Through classes at Basic training and boxing as a youth he has developed himself as a fighter. When ammunition runs out or an enemy is two close Shay will use whatever he can to defend himself. Through experience and training he can fight just about anyone below a professional fighter and win. As he is still human and will make poor calls in a fight, he can still get hit just like anyone else.

[Weakness information]

○ Mortality: He can die just like anyone else.

 

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The Master Time Lord

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My bad. Chose the Fire. And decided to drop the smoke bomb.

Why'd you drop the smoke bomb?

I thought about it for a bit and I felt didn't exactly fit