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Just as I do all my other stories I will give some info on who this lovely stud muffin is.
Also I would like to note is I will be taking information from various comic, movies and animated shows there might be on Jason Todd.
Along with I myself do not play DnD however I have a friend who has all but begged me to write something with her favorite DC character so here we are.
(Any info from DnD she was my main source along with my sibling who also plays and also various websites.)
Also I refuse to put Jason Todd from Titans as he does not fit the image in my head I have but if that's whom you wish to imagine then by all means. With that out of the way let us begin.
Starting up we have Jason.
Name: Jason Peter Todd
Alias: Red Hood Role: Anti-Hero / Vigilante Universe: DC Comics - Earth-Prime Affiliation: Bat-Family (estranged), Outlaws Status: Alive (Resurrected via Lazarus Pit)
🧬 Basic Information
Age: Mid-to-late 20s
Height: 6'0" (183 cm)
Weight: ~225 lbs (muscular build)
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Black with a distinct white streak at the front (a post-resurrection trait)
Skin Tone: Fair to lightly tanned
Build: Broad-shouldered, lean muscular frame; athletic and combat-optimized
Scars: Multiple-chest, arms, back; includes faint marks from his death and training
🛡️ Combat Suit: Red Hood (New 52)
Helmet: High-tech red chrome dome mask with no visible mouth; HUD interface, bulletproof, encrypted comms, thermal and night vision
Jacket: Tactical brown leather armor jacket over a dark grey-black body suit
Chest Emblem: Bold red bat symbol-a nod (and jab) at Batman
Pants/Boots: Black tactical pants with reinforced kneepads, combat-ready boots with magnetic grips
Utility Gear: Belt holsters, smoke pellets, flashbangs, grappling gun, blades, tracking tech
🔫 Weapons Loadout
Dual Pistols: Custom .45 caliber handguns; Jason's signature weapons. He's ambidextrous and deadly accurate.
Combat Knives: Multiple-hidden in boots, belt, and gauntlets
Explosives: Sticky bombs, EMPs, flashbang grenades
Grapple Hook: Modified Bat-style grapnel gun for fast traversal
Optional Gear: Sniper rifle (for long-range missions), escrima sticks, suppressors
🧠 Skills & Abilities
Master Martial Artist: Trained in over a dozen fighting styles by Batman and perfected through League of Assassins brutality
Expert Marksman: Top-tier sharpshooter; excels in close-quarters gunplay and precision shooting
Tactical Strategist: Military-style tactics mixed with street-level instinct; plans ahead but adapts mid-fight
Stealth & Infiltration: Batman-level stealth capability, with a more aggressive edge
Interrogation Specialist: Less "good cop," more "get answers now" approach
Multilingual: Fluent in multiple languages including Arabic, Russian, and Mandarin
Resurrection Side Effects: Occasional rage surges, emotional volatility, increased pain tolerance
💬 Quote:
"You let the Joker live. After everything he did. That's all I needed to know."
Once the second Robin, and perhaps the most broken of them all, Jason Todd was never meant to walk an easy path.
He was a street kid-fierce, scrappy, and stubborn-caught trying to steal the tires off the Batmobile. That alone should've been the end of his story. Instead, it became the beginning. Bruce Wayne saw something in him: potential, pain, purpose. And so Jason was taken in, trained, and given the mantle of the Boy Wonder.
Then came the Joker.
Jason's death was brutal. Tragic. Final... or so it should've been.
But fate is rarely so merciful.
Resurrected by the League of Assassins-thanks to a guilt-stricken Ra's al Ghul, who had hired the Joker-Jason clawed his way back to life. But he did not return whole. Twisted by pain, grief, and betrayal, he emerged from the Lazarus Pit as something else: something angrier, something darker.
The Red Hood.
The real heartbreak wasn't just dying-it was waking up and learning Bruce hadn't killed the Joker. That, in Jason's eyes, he'd been replaced. Forgotten. Left to rot while someone else wore the Robin mantle.
Years have passed since then. Bridges have been burned, rebuilt, and burned again. Jason walks the line between outlaw and antihero. He may fight for justice, but his brand of it involves bullets and blood. He doesn't follow Bruce's rules, and he doesn't apologize for that.
He's accepted that he's the black sheep of the Bat-Family. He keeps his distance. Keeps his pain hidden behind sarcasm, leather jackets, and a loaded Glock.
But...
Maybe you can change that.
You-strange, otherworldly, kind to your core-may be the one thing Jason never expected.
Hope.
Next up is you, the Reader.
Name: Y/N
Race: Tiefling
Class: Druid - Circle of the Moon
Role: Healer / Shapechanger / Wild Magic Stranger
Realm of Origin: The Verdant Lands, Forgotten Realms
Current Location: Gotham City, Earth-Prime (via unstable portal magic)
🧬 Basic Information
Age: Mid-to-late 20s (appears young, ageless tiefling charm)
Height: 5'6" - 5'8" range
Eye Color: (e/c) - striking and subtly glowing
Hair: Waist-length, (h/c)-(hair color)
Skin Tone: Cool azure-blue skin, lightly marked by faint mystical tattoos (druidic in origin)
Horns: Curved, ram-like or arched backwards(your choice) - polished obsidian texture
Teeth: Sharp canines, noticeable when smiling (and you do smile often)
Tail: Long, prehensile, expressive-betrays emotion even when you hide it
Clothing: Layered forest-toned druid robes with leather accents; enchanted beads, feathers, and flora woven into your design
Gear:
Gnarled wooden staff with a glowing green crystal at the top
Satchel of herbs, bandages, natural spell components, enchanted jewelry.
🌱 Background & Personality
Backstory: Orphaned young, you were raised by a peaceful circle of druids deep in the Verdant Wilds. You were taught to protect, heal, and honor all living things. When you came of age, you left to travel between villages, offering help wherever it was needed-medicine, guidance, even song.
Core Values: Kindness, empathy, and seeing beauty in even the most broken things (yes, even Jason Todd)
Traits: Curious, compassionate, occasionally naive but deceptively wise
Weakness: You believe too easily in the good of others-dangerous in a city like Gotham
🐾 Skills & Abilities
Druidic Magic:
Healing Touch, Cure Wounds, Entangle, Barkskin, Moonbeam
Plant Growth, Speak with Plants, Goodberry
Elemental affinity: mild control over wind, water, and earth
Wild Shape (Circle of the Moon Bonus):
Can transform into powerful beasts (Ex-dire wolf, panther, bear, eagle)
Shapeshifting is second nature-though you didn't get the chance before falling through the portal
Enhanced senses in animal form: tracking, perception, agility
Beast Tongue (Speak with Animals):
You can naturally understand and converse with animals, both through spoken language and empathic connection
In your world, they often guide you, warn you, or simply chat during forest walks
In Gotham? The rats, pigeons, and alley cats have a lot to say...
Herbal Knowledge: Master of natural medicine, salves, and poisons
Empathy Magic: You can feel emotions-especially Jason's. You just don't always understand them yet.
Portal Echo: Traces of unstable interdimensional magic linger around you post-transport-could attract unwanted attention in Gotham...
💬 Quote:
"I don't know where I am, or who you are... but you look like you could use a little healing too."
You don't remember much about your birth parents-only the flicker of a lullaby and the warmth of a hand that vanished too soon. Left orphaned at a young age, your earliest memories are of mossy stone, herbal smoke, and quiet voices in the moonlight. The druids of the Verdant Hollow took you in, raised you not just with care, but with purpose.
They taught you how to listen to the rhythm of the earth, how to feel the breath of trees, the moods of rivers. You learned to heal wounds with leaves and incantations, to speak with animals, and-when necessary-how to protect yourself with root and fang. Yet, even with all the wisdom your mentors offered, your heart yearned to see beyond the borders of your forest.
And so, when the time came, you left.
You became a traveler, a healer, a quiet flame of kindness in a wild world. Whether it was tending to sick farmers, guiding lost children, or driving back a plague of corrupted wolves-you did it not for praise, but because it was right. You always tried to see the best in others, even when it wasn't easy. Especially then.
But the world outside the Hollow was not always kind.
One evening, as dusk fell over the dense pinewoods, bandits surrounded you. You stood your ground-staff in hand, magic stirring in your veins. You fought bravely, calling on the wild to protect you. But you were outnumbered. Weakened. And just as their blades closed in-
The ground beneath you opened.
A glowing tear in reality swallowed you whole before you could even shift into one of your animal forms.
Next thing you knew, you were falling-wind howling, magic spiraling-and landing hard atop a man in a strange red helmet on a rooftop in a city made of cold stone, sky-scraping towers, and glowing lights you couldn't begin to understand.
Gotham.
And him-Jason Todd- Angry, wary, and very much not from your world.
Neither of you asked for this.
But maybe... just maybe, you're what the other has always needed.
(ideas on how you look skin tone wise and hair length wise, however for hair color/horn type is all up to you.)
