v; Gotham City
Name: Ren Manami
Age: 25ish
Race: Enhanced human
Residence: Gotham City
Occupation: Underground fighter/Thief
Appearance: Dark cargo pants torn in many places and singed at the bottom accompanied with a bright red hoodie with a black spray painted ‘Anarky’ symbol on the back. His hair much like in most verses is sloppy, covering his eyes hiding the scars on his face. Typically he is found wearing fingerless steel plated gloves used for the fights and a tattered T-shirt underneath the hoodie.
During raids and heists of any kind he wears a mask to hide his face, much like the rest of the men.
Skills:
Hand to hand combat
High agility and speed
Pain tolerance is heightened
Weakness:
Drugs side effects; hallucinations
Quick to rage, hatred and holding grudges
Verge of being an alcoholic
Basic Backstory:
Growing up in the slums of Gotham Ren and his family lived poorly. Bars on their windows, gun by his father’s hand, and enough food to keep them going was all they truly had. There was no point in having material items with the thugs of the city choosing to steal them at any given moment.
In the night a group of bandits snuck into their house and robbed them, Ren’s mother Mio trying to protect her family ran for the gun only to be shot in the back of the head blood splattering across Ren and his father Taichi. His father enraged over the death of his wife took a knife from the kitchen and attacked the men leaving Ren standing there mortified, his hands gripping the clothes of his mother trying to wake her. Taichi was able to take out a couple of the men before he was shoved to the ground and smacked his head against the corner of the table, bleeding out shortly after.
Unable to accept the death of his parents young Ren took the blade from the floor plunging it into the bandits leg. He was young though, unable to do massive damage against them and soon after he was rendered unconscious with a hit to the back of the head, left for dead. After all he had nothing, there was no means of survival for the boy.
Hours later he awoke in a puddle of his parents blood, the young boy left to grieve on his own. He felt hopeless and pathetic, unwilling to fight for life. Days went by and he remained in the one place, starving himself and withering away. Ren had given up. What did he have to live for?
With that thought in his mind only one thing came to him: vengeance. He would slay the men who murdered his family, he would survive in this harsh world and never been seen as weak again. Saying goodbye finally to the ones he left Ren took to the streets and petty thievery to get by, he learned to fight and trained night and day between his thieving.
Times were tough, as he grew older he found it more difficult to get by. Crime in Gotham had only grown worse by the day, leaving few petty crimes for those who were desperate such as himself. During his travels of the streets he came across a flyer about scientific research, labs in the city looking for willing subjects. Strapped for cash and shit out of luck he accepted the job and underwent many varied injections. Minimal side effects for most--- or at least none that were surprising to him. Sickness, rashes, enraged temper, it was nothing he couldn’t handle.
As the drug trials continued he began to have hallucinations, feeling that insects crawled beneath his skin and he tore it away yet the trials continued. His tolerance for pain lessened, the scientists giving him a new drug which increased his general physique and body strength to hope to overcome it. As each day passed by he grew more enraged with how they were treating the other patients. While they had volunteered it felt as if they would never be able to leave. With the held of a couple other patients they managed to overpower the men, Ren leaving to the streets once again.
Lost and confused as to what his purpose in life was he came across a news article about the message of Anarky. The world was corrupt, it needed to change. Agreeing with his ideals he saught him out and joined him in his mission to fix the world, growing to hate many of the other crime bosses against the city along with the Dark Knight. Anyone who stood in his way, Ren wasn’t about to stop them.
With the city still succumb to crime sprees, Ren still chose to commit minor robberies. Giver take who his accomplices were. To him it was still for the greater good. The more he stole, the sooner that his leader would be able to obtain his goals and fix the city of Gotham for the better.
Verse Variances:
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