SINISTER KID | TEMP JOINING

[J. HOLLOWAY]

[align=center][div style="width: 520px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;"]The only good thing about walking away from the world for three years is that you come back with nothing hanging onto you. Three years and a new identity later, Jason's lacking everything, and you know what? It feels pretty damn good. Ah, his big brother would say that he's lying to himself, but he's pretty sure the guy's off living the dream now. They haven't tracked each other down for a year, at least, and that's gotta mean something. He's got a dream to keep living. Jason had taken off after Damian, which was after Bruce started getting all smoochy with Dick — they were cute, but it was awkward as hell considering that he'd had a crush on the latter for a few years first. He realizes that it was hero worship now, because the guy had been sweet, nice; had cared for him when Bruce was too aloof to talk things out. And he'd done some really fucking cool-ass flips, which was hard for a teenager to not admire.

Now he's got some tricks of his own, and the Jason Holloway that stands in almost the same place he'd been all those years ago has changed quite a bit. This place looked different, but he doesn't mind it. Hopefully nobody here remembers him. Jason's taller now, has gained weight in muscle. More ammunition, better firepower. He still has the gun that matches Bruce's strapped to his thigh. Maybe he'll ask for its partner whenever he finds him again. It's not like Bruce uses this crap anyway. He's apparently better than that these days.

"Alright, 'm I gonna stand here all day or do you guys have something to say?"

/ half a sentence got deleted wtf

[WOLF BITE]

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"With that attitude? Most likely." A gruff rumble left the lips of the Russian man, approaching from behind the chained fence to stare at the shorter male, tilting his head to the side as he examined him. His shoulder rolled slightly, causing a soft wince, fingers reaching up to brush them against the bandages. A young man was at their borders, demanding someone to speak to him- well, here he was. Not in one of his best moods, but he was still here. "Any weapons you have, drop them and we'll talk."

/ i'm sorry this is so crappy ;w;

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GENERAL INFORMATION | I TASTE YOU ON MY TONGUE
‣ Demyan Volkov / Usually Introduced as "Wolfbite" / Cisgender Male / He/Him
  — IF YOU'RE ASSUMING YOUR CHARACTER LEARNED WOLF'S NAME OOCLY, PLEASE USE WOLFBITE.
  — Demyan is a personal name that he only really allows immediate family or close friends to use; Cecil. .
‣ 27 Years Old / March 1st / Kazimir x Nikky; Alive
‣ Demiromantic Gray-Asexual / 100% Monogamous / Very Possessive / Single.
‣ Overseer of Northstar District / Leader
‣ Main Character Tropes:
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APPEARANCE | YOU ASK ME WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ 6'6 & 193-235 lbs. | Muscular, toned. He's broad-shouldered and significantly athletic, little to no body fat anywhere on him.
‣ Silky, sandy beige hair that's messy, like major bedhead. It's shorter at the sides, but lingering on the top.
‣ Dark, chocolate brown eyes.
‣ A pale ivory, though a layer of darker skin blankets the fairness, causing small freckles—barley noticeable— to speckle in various places.
‣ Heavily scarred on his torso. Some can be seen on his face; he has a scar on his right cheek and a lengthy one running down his left eye.
‣ Wears casual clothes. Sweat pants, or jeans with a t-shirt.
‣ Wears a black necklace with blue crystals on the end.

INJURIES & HEALTH | I'LL TELL THAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ Heavily bruised; a gunshot wound to his right shoulder, as well as a fresh cut on his cheek. In pain, and incredibly tired.

PERSONALITY | WHATEVER YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT
‣ Anti-Hero, Emotion Suppression, Undying Loyalty, Beneath the Mask.
‣ Stoic, calculating, blunt.
‣ Oddly gentle, particularly with kids or teenagers who have been through some sort of trauma.
‣ Somewhat playful with people he is comfortable with; will smile, seldom laugh.
‣ Methodical, firm, confident. Calculative and holds himself to a high regard.
‣ Surprisingly gentle with children.
‣ Very asocial, not the most approachable person. He won't hold a conversation well.

COMBAT | TELL ME SOMETHING I FORGET
‣ Strength: 9 / Perception: 10 / Endurance: 10 / Charisma: 3 / Intelligence: 9 / Agility: 6 / Luck: 2
‣ Strength, endurance, and agility are the result of training. Perception due to hypervigilance.
‣ Difficulty is determined by skill, with an opponent of the same size + life/combat experience.
‣ 90/100 Physical Defense / 80/100 Psychological Defense / 70/100 Short-Term Recovery
‣ Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, as long as they cause physical discomfort at most

[J. HOLLOWAY]

[align=center][div style="width: 520px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;"]/ it's not crappy! no worries. c:

"I feel like you're speaking from experience." Cold, steel-colored eyes flick over Wolfbite as quickly as he can once he approaches, taking note of his weaknesses just like his big brother had taught him to. Shoulder injury. Twist the right way, apply the right amount of pressure, and the taller man would crumble to his knees. Not much in the way of armor. Solar plexus, kidneys, inner wrists, groin, sweep him out behind his knees. A quick stab, or maybe he would have the time to withdraw and get a shot off. All of this is totally useless, of course. Jason's not someone to resort to violence before he has to (or really really wants to), even if he loves to threaten it. It's soothing, sometimes. The rhythm of a good fight. The younger man himself is covered in the evidence of that. Healing bruises and nicks all over his arms, a fading green blossom near his temple. Everyone in this world was so touchy. It's not like he blames them, knowing the sort of people that are out here. Wolfbite's request has him sneering, though it's playful instead of angry. "You scared of little old me?" Either way, Jason unclips the holster on his thigh and the belt around his waist, carrying a gun and a set of knives, respectively.

The knife slipped into his boot is perfectly concealed and he has no intention of disarming so fully, but unless Wolfbite is brave enough to skip the fence part of this performance and pat him down, he won't find it, and Jay won't have a reason to use it. "We good, or do you want me to sing a song? Maybe dance a little?"

[WOLF BITE]

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The witty reply was enough to possibly make the other smile, though not even a twitch to the edges of his lips was displayed, seeming too tired to even stand. His body ached, and the more he traveled around the city, the more he just wanted to lie down and sleep off this pain. Cognac hued eyes escalated up and down the form of Jason, quirking up an eyebrow at the bruises he could see planted on his body. He's a fighter. They needed more of his type- the strong ones who weren't afraid to break a nose or put a bullet in someone's head. "It's protocol." he grunted softly, watching as he disarmed himself, counting the weapons he laid on to the ground in front of him. Was that it? Taking a step backward, Wolfbite reached for the locks on the gate to open the entrance to allow Jason to pass through. "If you want, but that won't entertain me." Ah, no, that was a lie. He would certainly be amused by such a random action from a stranger- hell, he knew he needed a good laugh. "Name's Wolfbite, who are you?"

/ ;w; aaaa thank you

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GENERAL INFORMATION | I TASTE YOU ON MY TONGUE
‣ Demyan Volkov / Usually Introduced as "Wolfbite" / Cisgender Male / He/Him
  — IF YOU'RE ASSUMING YOUR CHARACTER LEARNED WOLF'S NAME OOCLY, PLEASE USE WOLFBITE.
  — Demyan is a personal name that he only really allows immediate family or close friends to use; Cecil. .
‣ 27 Years Old / March 1st / Kazimir x Nikky; Alive
‣ Demiromantic Gray-Asexual / 100% Monogamous / Very Possessive / Single.
‣ Overseer of Northstar District / Leader
‣ Main Character Tropes:
---

APPEARANCE | YOU ASK ME WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ 6'6 & 193-235 lbs. | Muscular, toned. He's broad-shouldered and significantly athletic, little to no body fat anywhere on him.
‣ Silky, sandy beige hair that's messy, like major bedhead. It's shorter at the sides, but lingering on the top.
‣ Dark, chocolate brown eyes.
‣ A pale ivory, though a layer of darker skin blankets the fairness, causing small freckles—barley noticeable— to speckle in various places.
‣ Heavily scarred on his torso. Some can be seen on his face; he has a scar on his right cheek and a lengthy one running down his left eye.
‣ Wears casual clothes. Sweat pants, or jeans with a t-shirt.
‣ Wears a black necklace with blue crystals on the end.

INJURIES & HEALTH | I'LL TELL THAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ Heavily bruised; a gunshot wound to his right shoulder, as well as a fresh cut on his cheek. In pain, and incredibly tired.

PERSONALITY | WHATEVER YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT
‣ Anti-Hero, Emotion Suppression, Undying Loyalty, Beneath the Mask.
‣ Stoic, calculating, blunt.
‣ Oddly gentle, particularly with kids or teenagers who have been through some sort of trauma.
‣ Somewhat playful with people he is comfortable with; will smile, seldom laugh.
‣ Methodical, firm, confident. Calculative and holds himself to a high regard.
‣ Surprisingly gentle with children.
‣ Very asocial, not the most approachable person. He won't hold a conversation well.

COMBAT | TELL ME SOMETHING I FORGET
‣ Strength: 9 / Perception: 10 / Endurance: 10 / Charisma: 3 / Intelligence: 9 / Agility: 6 / Luck: 2
‣ Strength, endurance, and agility are the result of training. Perception due to hypervigilance.
‣ Difficulty is determined by skill, with an opponent of the same size + life/combat experience.
‣ 90/100 Physical Defense / 80/100 Psychological Defense / 70/100 Short-Term Recovery
‣ Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, as long as they cause physical discomfort at most

[J. HOLLOWAY]

[align=center][div style="width: 520px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;"]Man, everyone in this world was so goddamn jaded. It was understandable, really, but he gets tired of people who don't even put on a mask for that sort of thing. Maybe he shouldn't expect them to. Really, the only reason he looks for it is because he does it himself. This strangely lighthearted facade is well-practiced. He's gotten even better at it these last few years, and now Jason can grin like nothing's wrong. Not that people don't notice that part of him that's just a little bit off. He's an angry kind of cheerful. "Sure it is, boss-man." Once the gate opens, he picks his weapons back up, but doesn't put them back on. He'll have to clean his weapons once he gets settled in any case. They're coated in dust from the walk. So's his jacket, actually. Hopefully they have a place to wash clothing. "Think you could use with a little lightening up, anyway. Maybe if you ask nicely I'll sing a little song after something to drink." He walks through the gate with an easy confidence, and pauses once inside to look back up at Wolfbite. "You got one hell of a name. I'm — Jason." He hasn't said his own name in a while and it feels strange on his lips, but until they see him fight, there's no use in another alias.

[WOLF BITE]

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Throughout his life, he was taught how to be jaded- to let things roll off you like water on a raincoat. His emotions were suppressed, the memory of being beaten for so much as smiling engraved into his mind. He smiled rarely, even then they were small, and usually pointed toward children who spoke to him. He couldn't keep his mask up for long in the presence of innocence. "I'll think about it." The edges of his lips twitched upward in a ghost of a smile, sticking his hands into his pockets as his shoulders slowly sagged, quirking an eyebrow at the comment on his name, snorting softly and jerking his head back as if signaling for the other to follow him. "Yeah, keeps everyone away so I quite like it. Nice to meet you, Jason."

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GENERAL INFORMATION | I TASTE YOU ON MY TONGUE
‣ Demyan Volkov / Usually Introduced as "Wolfbite" / Cisgender Male / He/Him
  — IF YOU'RE ASSUMING YOUR CHARACTER LEARNED WOLF'S NAME OOCLY, PLEASE USE WOLFBITE.
  — Demyan is a personal name that he only really allows immediate family or close friends to use; Cecil. .
‣ 27 Years Old / March 1st / Kazimir x Nikky; Alive
‣ Demiromantic Gray-Asexual / 100% Monogamous / Very Possessive / Single.
‣ Overseer of Northstar District / Leader
‣ Main Character Tropes:
---

APPEARANCE | YOU ASK ME WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ 6'6 & 193-235 lbs. | Muscular, toned. He's broad-shouldered and significantly athletic, little to no body fat anywhere on him.
‣ Silky, sandy beige hair that's messy, like major bedhead. It's shorter at the sides, but lingering on the top.
‣ Dark, chocolate brown eyes.
‣ A pale ivory, though a layer of darker skin blankets the fairness, causing small freckles—barley noticeable— to speckle in various places.
‣ Heavily scarred on his torso. Some can be seen on his face; he has a scar on his right cheek and a lengthy one running down his left eye.
‣ Wears casual clothes. Sweat pants, or jeans with a t-shirt.
‣ Wears a black necklace with blue crystals on the end.

INJURIES & HEALTH | I'LL TELL THAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ Heavily bruised; a gunshot wound to his right shoulder, as well as a fresh cut on his cheek. In pain, and incredibly tired.

PERSONALITY | WHATEVER YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT
‣ Anti-Hero, Emotion Suppression, Undying Loyalty, Beneath the Mask.
‣ Stoic, calculating, blunt.
‣ Oddly gentle, particularly with kids or teenagers who have been through some sort of trauma.
‣ Somewhat playful with people he is comfortable with; will smile, seldom laugh.
‣ Methodical, firm, confident. Calculative and holds himself to a high regard.
‣ Surprisingly gentle with children.
‣ Very asocial, not the most approachable person. He won't hold a conversation well.

COMBAT | TELL ME SOMETHING I FORGET
‣ Strength: 9 / Perception: 10 / Endurance: 10 / Charisma: 3 / Intelligence: 9 / Agility: 6 / Luck: 2
‣ Strength, endurance, and agility are the result of training. Perception due to hypervigilance.
‣ Difficulty is determined by skill, with an opponent of the same size + life/combat experience.
‣ 90/100 Physical Defense / 80/100 Psychological Defense / 70/100 Short-Term Recovery
‣ Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, as long as they cause physical discomfort at most

[J. HOLLOWAY]

[align=center][div style="width: 520px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;"]Yeah, you know, the more Jason learns about this guy, the more he's going to just end up seeing a slightly taller Bruce. He'd never gotten the full story out of him, but he saw the scars. Maybe he should consider himself lucky that he didn't have to go through something similar. Mostly, though, he's just kinda pissed off at him. Hopefully it doesn't wear off on Wolfbite too much because actually, he kinda likes the guy so far. The whole "smiling at children" thing is especially Big Brother ish though, and he's pretty sure he'd puke a little bit if he ever saw it. Hey, whatever, he's a good guy. And Jason? Not so much. He does the right thing, for the right reason, but not everyone else agrees with that. So here he is, twenty years old and alone. "Let me know if you ever make up your mind," Jason snickers, nodding and following wherever he's leading. "Name yourself after the big bad wolf and yeah, I can see people leaving you alone. Right back at ya, Wolfy. This place still St. Peter's?"