Post by redx on Jan 18, 2009 14:55:24 GMT -5
(Riv Haswari)
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Full Name: Rivka (Rebecca in Hebrew) Haswari
Preferred Name or Nickname: Riv (Call her Becca or Becky, she’ll break your nose!
), Red XOriginal/Canon: Well, she’s not on Smallville or Dark Knight. More my creation, but based on a character in Teen Titans (the cartoon). So based on all that, I’m going with original. But you can figure it out.
Age: Unknown (Will be based off of Robin character, but about 4 years older)
Date of Birth: Unknown
Main Character Classification Villain (Limited), though Rivka would consider herself neither and both forensic psychologists as well as criminal profilers categorize ‘Red X’ as either an Anti-Villain or Ant-Hero. Riv says she sticks to her own side, which certainly appears true.
Power(s): No superpowers. But what Rivka lacks perhaps in superpowers she more than makes up for. Resourceful, like MacGyver resourceful, and creative are some of the key highlights. Give her a propane tank and a bottle of hair spray and she’s got a weapon. Some compressed air propellant? Turn the can upside down and she can open any lock. Never mind hacking, computer, and technological skills. Anything that runs with a motor she can sup up, including adjustments to her suit and bikes. Never mind all the tactical support, keen observation, and the hand to hand. While most of it was based in Krav Maga, she has learned several other forms of martial arts, including Sambo from Russia, Savate, Silat, Bokator, and Judo. Rivka is also fully practiced in the philosophy and training of Le Parkour, also known as urban running. Lock picking, bump keys, pick pocketing, hotwiring, grifting, conning, and a retrieval specialist are just some of the things and words used to describe her and her talents.
The suit, however, powered by a radioactive substance known as Xenothium (Red) is the main source of her ‘powers”. Able to cloak her, making her blend into her surroundings, or pull out numerous weapons (all shaped like X’s), it give her an edge…Of course if you take away the belt, where the power supply is converged…And it all goes down hill…
Sexuality: Bi, girls, guys…it’s more about the person.
Side: Neutral…though it doesn’t always seem to be true. Riv does seem to have a soft spot for Robin, often inadvertently helping him. But once again, she often claims to be on no one’s side. Except her own.
Hometown: Unknown. It’s guessed that due to her name, Rivka Haswari, that she is both Arabic and Israeli, especially since she can speak both Hebrew and Arabic. An unusual combination, if so. But Rivka rarely will reveal anything about herself. However, it is noted in one of her files, that she was found in a hospital in Tel Aviv.
Current Residence: Gotham, but does frequently travel.
In Depth
[/i][/color][/font][/center]Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black (but often changes due to her willingness to adapt new identities at a moment’s notice)
Height: 5’ 10”
Body Type: Slim, but deceptively so. She has a hard earned six pack, and she may look more like a model than a swimmer or runner, but she’s got muscle mass and very little body fat.
Distinguishing Marks: None. Not even fingerprints. Had them sanded and then burned off completely. Has to repeat the treatment every few years. A few battle scars, including one down her right shoulder and neck.
Tattoos and Piercings: Ears pierced. But ink just gives authorities something to use to ID you, so it’s a no-no. Not that she doesn’t want one…
Vehicle (if you wish): Ducati Monster (Black Dogo Version), stolen (as Red X). Supped up, illegally we might add. As Riv, a Harley-Davidson Screaming Eagle Soft ail Deuce 2003.
Personal Style (write a short paragraph): When not deceptively looking like a guy in a black supersuit, Riv tends to go with a sort of chic look. Sure, she wears jeans and tight tops, but she can also pull off a suit for meeting ‘clients’ and halter dress for the night life. She attract attention, needless to say. Wears the big earrings that dangle and move with the light. Likes the sexy club wear.
When on the job, her uniform is no less dramatic or deceptive. Made to look like a guy rather than girl, for numerous reasons, she wears her black mask with a skull on it, the ‘red x‘ over the skull‘s right eye. Both eyes have been outfitted with Starlite ™ lenses, giving her the computerized versions of magnification on the microscopic level of 1000Xmg. Allowing her to see the structures of algae and parasites. It also allows for binocular vision (7x magnification). They also have computerized night vision.
In her left ear is police radio receiver and in her right a listening device. The mouthpiece, under her tonngue works byt the jaws vibrations, therefor disguising her voice without using 'sound', making it imposible to id her voice forensically.
The overall suit, black with a red X over her heart, is composed of microcircuitry, therefore making it easy to tear through with a bullet or knife, but also making it highly flexible and much easier to wear. It is water proof, so don’t even think about it! This allows Red X to move about, but it also controls her hidden weapons, including two folding ‘dirks’ shaped like X’s in her belt, her folding staff, concealed behind her cape. Padding in the chest, arms, and legs give her a more masculine look, but not bulky. An electrical current of 500,000 volts through it if someone tries to grab X and she doesn’t like it!
Her belt, essentially a metal computer/compartment also contains numerous gadgets as well as the converger, which in a converges Xenothium gas with CO2, creating a the chemical reaction and battery power for the suit. Several lock picks, including her favorite a wafer-tumbler cylinder lock with computertized mechanisms, are included. Flashdrive, Gerber multitool, knife, throwing knives, camera, flashlight, bump keys, small tools, ‘x’ tracers and ‘x’ throwing stars are also a standard. The belt also is the cloaking controller, allowing it to blend in with it’s surroundings. Breaking the X on it will definitely take that surprise away.
Boots, with grips and spring action, titanium pistons to help giver her that ‘umph‘ when scaling walls or making getaways. A small 750,000 volt stun gun is concealed in her boots along with two switchblades. The ‘tracks’ the boots leave are X’s.
The cape, which looks like torn up Halloween gauze, is both heat and cold resistant, allowing for her to get out of tight situations.
But it’s the gloves that are the main even, made to look like the cape. They contain the circuitry necessary to fuel lasers, explosives, ‘dragon wire’ nets, and the small wrist mounded device allows her to spew a gooey, elastic red mess that can entangle foes. Often these things are shaped in a X theme. It has titanium knuckle covers, allowing her to knock someone out without breaking the small bones in her hand as well as an overhand mounted saw, letting her cut into steel.
Lets get to know each other
[/i][/color][/font][/center]Likes :
Cigarettes
Clubs
Sushi (with Sake)
Chocolate
Her cotton yukata she wears as a robe around the house
Her suit, and not ‘the business kind’…well, unless you consider her business J
Parkour and fighting
Her Gerber Multitool
Thievery
Motorcycles
Computers
Drawing
Math (strangely one of the few subjects she was good at, or so she claims)
Jewels
Artwork (especially if it’s priceless!)
Robin (But won’t admit it even under extreme torture)
Zombie Movies
Reading
Coffee/Caffeine
Her rig from that heist in Paris, long before she was Red X
Led Zeppelin, Muse, Godsmack, Kansas, Metalica, Bob Dylan, Paramour…ah hell, music. Except anything ‘country’, ‘pop’, or ‘hip hop’, the exception to the last being the flobots.
Hockey! (Detroit Red Wings fan)
Kids
Dislikes (3 at least):
People who snap their gum
Subways
White Chocolate, which is not chocolate at all in her book, never mind the stuff is disgusting
The Gotham Blades Hockey team (they suck, and she hates the Gotham Black Sox, too!)
Cagers
Guns (Better ways to solve your problems…like duct tape!)
Murderers/People who feed off the weak. (Her attitude is better to go after the strong. Hates Mobsters for this same reason and tried to stay off the Costa Nostra’s radar)
Batman (That guy has gotta have issues, though it‘d not outright hatred. Just a general dislike on principal)
Joker (Ditto, except for the dislike thing. She hates him, and she doesn‘t even know him)
Playing the hero…but she has, much to her chagrin
Surgery
Getting caught
The cops
Strengths (3 at least):
Stealthy
Resourceful
Creative
Intelligent
Tough
Has a mean pain tolerance and pain resilience.
Loyal in her own way…
Always willing to learn
Near photographic memory
Weaknesses (3 at least):
Reckless at times
Greedy, but it’s not always the motivation behind her crimes
Arrogant
Self esteem issues
Can’t shut her mouth
Adrenaline junkie
Mortal (no matter how much she pretends she isn’t)
Hates Authority
Distrustful
Stubborn
Taking away her belt…
Allowing the Xenothium battery power to run out (after about 12 hrs, she must recharge it)
Nicotine and her susceptibility to nic fits
Dreams for the Future:
To find that one big score that will set her for life
To not be alone for the rest of her life, to be loved
Fears:
Tomophobic (afraid of surgical operations/surgical implements
Hates the cold, but isn’t actually ‘afraid of it’. Just hates the idea of dying via hypothermia.
Isolophobic (Afraid of being alone/isolation)
That Red X will be taken from her or she will be unmasked.
Hero(es): Robin, Her father, Roux
Biggest Secret(s):
Well, obviously her Identity is a BIG one
That she knows who Robin is
To find her brother
Personality (write a decent paragraph): Snarky is the first word that comes to mind. Riv is full of comebacks to any slung her way. It’s a defense mechanism ingrained from childhood on. Just easier to use words to win a fight, distract opponents, or ease the tension out of a situation than it is to just admit what she’s really feeling. For her, sarcasm is a way of life. Probably an offset of her quirky intelligence, after all, who else could tell you how to make a listening device out of two cellphones when you don’t have the option to buy a bug?
She’s bold, an adrenaline junkie, rarely afraid of anything but her own demons and past. She hates who she was, hates where she’s been and thieving became an outlet. Not just a way to make money, but a way of life. A way to even scores. A way to make herself known. In the hierarchy of criminals, after all, bank heists and jewel thieves are the rock stars. Something she revels in. Riv’s always been a rebel.
And that’s no more apparent than her attitude towards cops and robbers. She’s neither the hero or the villain, but just the ever loving ‘prince of thieves’ out for a good time and some good money. Though she does believe in honor, even if it is the honor of a thief.
Father: Unknown
Mother: Hannah (last name unknown)
Sibling(s): Issac (younger brother)
Children: Uh…no thanks
Other Family: (close family) One Aunt up in Queens, they haven’t talked in years. Her grandfather, who is deceased.
Close friends, known associates: Hush
History:
Rivka will tell you she doesn’t remember her life before. That she just woke up in a Tel Aviv hospital with no memories. The fact is, she’s lying. The real story is much more terrible. Riv never knew her father, he cut out by the time Issac was five. For years, she often ‘helped’ supplement her family with her stealing. Though she told her mother she had a job. One of her most visible memories was stealing groceries, the bag boy catching her long enough to give her a black eye. She recalls that coming home to her mom was the worst thing in the world. Her mom taking the groceries, without saying a word about the eye. It was then Riv realized her mom knew and wasn’t stopping her.
Riv looked out for younger brother, feeling she owed it to him to look out for him since their mother was obviously weak to believe ‘dad’ was coming home, especially after how he punched her mom around. She learned Krav Maga at a much earlier age than most, and picked up Sambo from the Russians that occupied the Mid East for a time.
Then at age 12, a bomb blast nearly killed her as she was out stealing again. Shrapnel embedded itself into her shoulder, leaving permanent scarring. When Riv awoke in a Tel Aviv hospital, she was alone. Her mother never came to get her, which hacked Riv off. She played it off as amnesia, not remembering anything else since she figured no one wanted her, she wanted no one. How could a mother just…What kind of person was she that her mom just didn’t come for her? For a year, she worked on not having any ties. She wanted to be anonymous. It was how she met Hush. A criminal, also trying to escape authorities and remain elusive. He offered her an apprenticeship, teaching her how to fight, how to steal, and how to remain elusive. She learned everything from him.
She disappeared after that, completely off the radar. Not that she hasn’t always kind of been. No Military Records, like most Israeli’s who have to serve at least 2 years in the defense. No jail time. Nothing. Not even fingerprints anymore.
But then she resurfaced in Gotham after the Dark Knight showed up, along with his new youthful apprentice. She claims Hush knew Bats, the ‘real Bats’, and that she’s his apprentices’ test. But her real motives seem obscured. Either way, X seems to love the work, running circles around the boy wonder.
She stole the original suit from Wayne Enterprises, a suit that was supposed to be another military expense that didn’t quite work out. Xenothium is dangerous stuff, after all. Explosive and radioactive. Some of the other stuff came from Queen and Luthor.
And if you have a job? Well, she’ll contact you. Just leave a note at the Public Mausoleum in Gotham Cemetary, under the anonymous ‘grave’ labeled X 1901-1932. She’ll leave you a red rose with a note curled into the petals stating the time and place you’ll meet.
Show us what you can do
[/i][/color][/color][/font][/center]Role Play Example: At Least two paragraphs long
He had this thing playing dress up in Dean’s skin pinned, down and he was getting ready to handcuff it. When suddenly he found his only balance taken out from under him, sending crashing into the guy’s back. Before he could push himself back, regain some ground, he was flipped, hitting his head against the coffee table as he went. For a second bright flashes of light pressed against his lids and then something pressed against his wrist…
Goddamnit! It was his handcuffs!
Before he could lash out he was dragged to the radiator, like Linus on his leash, and fucking cuffed to it! He seethed, yanking on it. As son as he got out of this he was going to kill this thing! He looked up at it, with Dean’s face, wanting it to be very clear on that fact! It was going to die! Slowly! Painfully and slowly!
“Very rusty…” he admonished himself.
His glare didn’t stop.
‘Dean’ came closer, causing Danny to prepare to lash out. This thing was so dead! “Danny…” He crouched down beside him. “I’m not going to hurt you, or her, but to keep you from sending me back downstairs, I’m gonna need you to stay handcuffed, all right?”
“Oh sure! I’ll hang around for a few hours while you redecorate!” His glare intensified. Dean was dead, but this thing was showing concern. Or pretending to. “You picked the wrong skin or whatever to take buddy. Because I am not a fan of the Dean Winchester club! And cuffing me with my own cuffs? It doesn’t give you any merit badges, Girl Scout!”
Normally he could get out of these things easy peasy. When you worked with handcuffs as long as he had, you couldn’t help but know a few tricks. But with this jerk watching him…
Harder to get away with something while someone was watching you. Even as Danny spoke, the thing in Dean’s skin or what the hell ever was watching him. He was busy thinking how to get out of this thing, he almost missed the dog’s growl.. Oh shit… Kira…He tried loosening the cuff. He had to get out of here know!
“Get away…from…h...im…”
Too late. He looked over at her as the gun slipped out of her hands. “Kira!”
The mutt started to growl, circling, coming to a rest where Danny was. Danny knew the small dog was trying to keep him ‘safe’ and any other time he would have laughed, appreciating it. When not cornered by some ’Dean’ looking thing that was no being embraced by Kira…
And to say that one didn’t hurt would be a lie. How she didn’t even give Danny a second glance. It hurt hard and deep. And he got why. She loved him, and it was obvious it was Dean now. The real Dean. Painfully obvious. Kira…She knew her boy…She kissed him, the way she couldn’t even kiss Danny, crying into it before their lips broke and she held him close. And he wondered how much better it was than the one they'd shared in Central...
Neither noticed Danny slip off the cuff. Or he picked up the dog. It was really him. And though Danny was happy. Kira was. He… Wanting to avoid the lovers reunion he pushed up, letting them absorb in the other. They needed their privacy, not him. Not him in between. And the sooner he got that through his thick skull. The better. After all, when had the cosmos ever been kind to him? Why start now?
“How…my god…Dean…how?”
Danny clenched his teeth at the swell from that. He let the door shut quietly, too quietly. They were both still busy looking at each other. She was there, glowing like she hadn’t in months. Happy. Radiant. Beautiful in the way she smiled. Happy in the way she never was with him. And so he couldn’t hate Dean for that…
Maybe though…it was part of the fight…
He sat down against the railing leading downstairs, feeling more like he'd been punched in the chest repeatedly than hit in the head. He wanted to go somewhere else, anywhere. Run away like some ten year old kid.
And the funny thing? He'd sort of known Kira would break his heart. Expected it. Waited for her to leave or realize it. It wasn’t like he deserved her. Kira deserved someone who didn’t make mistakes like Danny seemed to create.
Next to him, Linus made a whimpering sound, though it was almost too thin. He petted his head. Wishing he could just hide. Before he did something stupid. Like cry. Instead the mutt had to go an lick his palm, like he knew. Maybe he did.
Maybe he knew that Kira was leaving and Danny’s heart was breaking away like someone was taking a hammer to it.
What can your character do to enhance our site, and how will it be included in the plot/story. Please think carefully and remember, know Mary sues etc. Even the superheros have faults. This part of the application is very important as we only want the best role players join our site.
Everyone needs a villain, and not always do you need the psychotic ones or the truly evil ones or the ones with big plans. And one with motives sort of locked in obscurity is kind of fun. Provides an enigma. Plus, what is X planning.
And come on? A villain that get’s into the hair of Batman, The Mafia, Green Arrow, Luthor, and a few other good guys? That’s non-lethal? That sees the crimes as victimless? It’s fun. And you never know whose side she’ll play. Maybe she’ll do a one eighty. Maybe not. Maybe you’ll find her stealing from the Smithsonian or maybe from the Gotham Natural History Museum. She’s a go to girl for some villains that need one and don’t want to do the dirty work.
And besides, who is Hush? What are his motives? And how does he know who Batman is? Is it Ras? Another foe? Or just someone off the street?
It provides anyone who wants to be a Batman villain an ally if they want to take up Hush or change it and it gives Grayson a funny one. Plus, I’m playing a villain without perfection, but who isn’t evil. Just weird.
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