Full Character Name===IDENTITY=== Full Name:Alexander Michael Brettel
Codename: Jester
Nickname(s): Alex , Jester
Alias(es):Michael Brettel
Age:16
Birth date: April 1st
Classification:Human
Affiliation: Good
===PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION===
Hair Color:Black
Eye Color:Blue
Height:6ft
Weight:205lbs
Other:===POWERS===
Powers:Alex has the "rare" (¬_¬) ability to heal after death which brings him back to life. This power may seem quite cool at first but then he realized that he spent alot of time surrounded by confused doctors so he trys to find a safe hiding spot away from the public when healing. It usually takes him 12 hours to get back to full repair but he can be conscious for 2 of those hours.
===PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE===
Likes: Metalcore Music , Action Films , Comedy Films, Horror Films , Guitars, Fighting
Dislikes: People, Large Crowds , Long Conversations , Bullies,
Posh People
Strengths: Solitary , Intelligent, Strong
Weaknesses: Short Temper, Anti-Social
Skills: Fully trained in many martial arts , Able to fix eletronic gadgets, Fast Reader , Philosophical
Equipment:He carries 2 ASP21 Expandable batons
Habits/Quirks: He enjoys punching objects when he is bored nowing that there is no consequences to his body.
Personality: He is very solitary and anti-social. Doesn't enjoy talking with people for an extended amount of time. Likes knowing what he's doing , how long it'll take and how to do it. When he does talk to people he will quote films and books. When he does get to know and like someone though he is very friendly and will look out for them.
===PERSONAL BACKGROUND===
Family:All Deceased or Missing
Place of Origin:Gotham City
History:His earliest memory was waking up in flaming hospital surround by bodies. He was only 6 years old said the birth certificate on the table. He was scared and didn't know what to do. He was later rescued my a fireman. The fireman was suprised that Alex wasn't injured by the flames. He was fostered by that same fireman but Alex ran away when he was 10 years old. He was inspired by Batman when he was 12 years old. Since then he has been practising and taking martial arts lesson to try fight against all the bad people in the world
Sample RP3 Men follow a short blonde woman into an alleyway. She turns around holding a can of pepper spray "Back off.....I'm warning you" she pressed on the top of the pepper spray and a pitiful puff of gas came out of the end "Oh ......." she looked up at the 3 men in fear "Please.....Don't" she whimpered as the 3 men moved closer towards her. "Don't worry lil poppet.....this will only hurt for a second" he cracked his knuckles and his neck before clicking his fingers "Hold her down" he yelled at the 2 goons on either side of him. As the goons pinned her to the ground the main guy begans rummaging through the womans purse. "Aaaahh look what we have here..." he chuckled to himself "....we have a Peace protestor" . He leaned stepped back "Well it looks like peace is the way!". Within seconds of finishing that statement he was smacked in the head by a baton and fell to the floor.
The 2 goons let go of the woman and looked up at the silhouette staring back at them. A voice spoke out "I believe it was Mark Twain who said “Action speaks louder than words but not nearly as often” " He grinned at the 2 goons who stood up ready to fight this shady character "In this circumstance I'm just going to have to use actions" . With that he lunged backwards unsheathing his second baton while the 2 goons launched at him with tremendous speed.
He spun to the left swing both batons in one of the goons faces leaving 2 goons on the floor and 1 left standing. “The secret of getting ahead is getting started. The secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one.” said cheerily said before the good pulled out a knife and sliced across his face. The silhouette fell down on one knee. The goon felt victorious before he heard laughter. Not from the woman, not from his friend but from the man he'd just stabbed. The silhouette stood up and looked the goon in the face. He pulled the goon towards him revealed a black and white painted face with some blood seaping into the pain. “Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.” the painted vigilante said while pushing the goon backwads. Before the goon knew it the Vigilante was leaping at him and delivering what is called a flying dropkick (speaking in wrestling terms obviously). The vigilante stood up from the dropkick and brough the baton down on the goons face knocking him unconscious.
He sheathed his batons and extended his hand to the woman "Take my hand" . The woman shakily grabbed the mans hand. As she was pulled towards him she noticed the wound was not as big as the blood stain made it seem. She mumbled to herself as he led her out of the alleyway, grabbing her things along the way "I suggest you head straight home and don't go into any dark alleys ....okay?" she nodded and stumbled along the as he walked in the opposite direction.
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