Rawhide
Sept 10, 2013 7:09:47 GMT
Post by Rawhide on Sept 10, 2013 7:09:47 GMT
Overall
Name:
Todd Donaldson
Code Name:
Rawhide
Gender:
Male
Age:
35
Birth Date:
6th of June
Affiliation:
Villain
Age Looks:
36ish
Appearance:
Rawhide stands at a good 7.2 feet, his weight around 260 pounds. His considerable bulk, muscular and rough,
originates quite obviously from regular exercise, but also from nature’s hand. His body bears sign of quite a bit of mutilation,
hundreds of scars, big and small covering his body and face which he explains from his time in the war, a war he never was in that is.
Rawhide has two different sets of style when it comes to clothes.
Either his is in his relaxing clothes which can be nearly anything since he is quite skilled at disguises.
And then, then there are Rawhide’s artistic clothes, his work clothes.
Rawhide work clothes consists mostly a leather apron, seemingly self-made, as well as long gauntlets reaching past his elbows,
working pants and heavy workers boots. Beside that, Rawhide wears a full facial mask looking like an executioners hood.
Personality:
Rawhide is cold, cynic and methodical. He is the kind of man who does not, under most circumstances,
understand the value of life or emotions like happiness and love. With one exception, his wife Abigail.
She brings what is the closest Rawhide can feel to love and happiness.
Resulting in Rawhide being VERY protective of his wife since she is all that has brought him feelings he has never felt before.
He also knows, that he has to act like he understands and he has learned how to fake emotions.
He is extremely careful by nature, and somehow feels neither emotional stress nor pressure from his double life.
Rawhide is nearly always calm and collected, never really rushing anything too much,
since he is aware that if he does, he’ll be caught.
Rawhide feels no fear at all, that doesn't mean that he is reckless, but he cannot be intimidated.
He doesn’t comprehend most human emotions even though he finds a small pleasure in making everyone believe that he does.
What can really make Rawhide tick, what revs his engine and make him loose his cool beside his wife,
is pain, either his own or others. Blood as well, also his own or others and to some degree,
the conclusion of a life. He takes no huge pleasure from death, but the foreplay and the work he does afterwards is what he enjoys.
He also loves to play games with the cops and heroes, but doesn’t desire direct confrontation since what is the intellectual fun in that?
Background Info
Family:
Marcus Donaldson (Father, Deceased) Jane Donaldson (Mother, Deceased) Sarah Donaldson (6 years,
Daughter, alive), Sarah Conner (Ex-Wife, Deceased), Abigail Fairweather (22 years, Wife, alive)
Background:
Todd Donaldson was born in Gotham. But he was born lacking. Not something physical, he was a healthy child, strong even.
What he was lacking was an understanding of humans and emotions. This slowly became more and more evident as he grew up,
and stray animals and peoples pet’s started to vanish. Todd’s parents brought him to a lot of doctors,
therapists, specialists and much more when they found out he was the cause, but none of it helped,
until Todd met the newly graduated Doctor Hugo Strange. Hugo instantly fascinated Todd, and Todd instantly fascinated Hugo.
They were like mentor and student, Todd sucked up all Hugo taught him about the world, himself,
and how he could use his urges without getting caught.
This continued for five years, until Todd was 15 years, and by then Doctor Hugo Strange decided that Todd had learned enough,
and he was released from his mentor. So Todd continued a quiet life at the top of his class in all fields, he was brilliant after all.
Todd’s first kill, his first victim, was his girlfriend. He made a crude pair of gloves from her skin,
not good ones as they fairly quickly crumpled. So apart from School,
Todd studied the work of a tanner and the art of creating wares of leather.
Todd slowly got better and better at killing and tanning and stealthier as well. At the age of 17,
Todd had ended his parents and made them into a most beautiful blanket. After a year of living alone,
Todd got bored though. So he decided to get a wife and earn some money. The money part was easy, as Todd got a job at a bank,
rigging the system so some cents would be removed from every transaction. Not enough for anyone to miss though,
mind you, but if you consider the amount of people who is a customer at a bank, and the amount of transactions going on a year,
it all stacks up rather nicely. The fact that he found a beautiful wife was a good bonus too.
With his little family and new alibi as a cover, it had become quite easy to commit his crimes. At some point,
Todd was blessed with a daughter, even though her mother died in at childbirth, leaving Todd to take care of the child,
which, in all honesty, was something Todd wasn’t too concerned about. By the time he had his daughter,
he had decided to do official murders instead of the quiet ones, taunting the police with letters and riddles.
He faced off against the Batman a few times, but barely kept evading the caped crusader.
And then he vanished, much to Todd's bafflement. In between the battles and games, Todd had other things to think about.
A year before Batman's disappearance, Todd met the police officer Abigail Fairweather by chance.
The two of them fought, and Todd decided to start a game. He gave her a year to catch him, before he'd kill her and everyone she cared for.
They played this game of cat and mouse, fighting numerous times Todd escaping time and time again.
However, as they played Todd felt something stir inside him, and he was confused.
The feeling kept growing, culminating in a final showdown on top of one of Gotham's skyscraper.
That showdown ended up with the two of them, police officer and criminal, battered and bloody,
embracing on the wet roof, kissing deeply. Four months later the two of them married,
Todd having found in Abigail a person for whom he actually has feelings for, he don't know if it is love,
but it is probably the closest he has found. As a result,
Abigail had convinced Todd to change his prey from the citizens of Gotham, to the criminals.
Now, Todd is a content man, with Batman's disappearance, there is more prey than ever,
he has a lovely wife, and life is for the first time ever..
Good
Abilities
Powers/abilities:
Rawhide posses an incredible resilience to damage. Probably because of the amount of punishment and torture he inflict on his own body. He is able to nearly shrug off bullet-wounds as mere nicks at his flesh and stabbing him won’t do people much good either.
Rawhide is also, due to quite a lot of training as well as a gift from nature, capable of lifting a car and actually throw it around 20 feet at max. His impressive physique also allow him to bend metal, smash doors with his bare hands and snap a man's bones like twigs.
Apart from that, he has no special powers except his acting abilities that are frighteningly good and his very high IQ, Hannibal Lecter would be, more or less, his equal.
Strengths:
Well, apart from what has been mentioned, Rawhide is also quite skilled with sharp as well as blunt weapons.
He can also make weapons out of nearly anything around him.
He is a skilled Tanner and Skinner and is able to make things out of leather easily.
What he don’t mention is that most of the leather he uses, and all that he wears,
is from the kind of animals that like to drive around cars, spend money and live in apartments.
Weaknesses:
Rawhide can be killed, it is all a matter of how much you try.
He can be burned, drowned, all the stuff a normal man can. He is just quite resilient.
Further more, Another great weakness of Todd's is his lack of understanding for human emotions.
Todd's family is also a great weakness of his, however, threatning them is like trying to stab a bear with a stick,
very very dangerous for one's health.
Other Info
Anything else you'd like to add:
Nope
Do you Agree should you become Inactive you will have your Character Removed from the Roleplay?:
Verily
Sample RP:
It was a perfect night, a absolutely perfect night for the first act that was. The chill, the dark, the heavy rain, all of it was perfect.
Todd was smiling beneath his hood as he stood there, looking down at the two bodies before him, laying there, in the quiet streets of Gotham.
They did not bleed, or, they did, but the rain washed it away before it could even puddle.
That was fine with Todd though, it meant less need to worry about evidences. Now all he had to do was get them inside and start his work,
he was thinking he'd make a new pair of leather shoes for Sarah, and this couple, now dead, would make a perfect pair.
He was pretty sure she'd be happy, she loved her father after all, and when he brought her strange gifts they were kinda cool,
like the pendant with her totem, kept up by four stings of leather.
Todd had made the strings himself, he had fond memories of Mrs. Smithers.
But now, he had to focus on the materials laying there before him on the wet, cold street.
It was a little funny, their expressions frozen in such comical ways.
Todd honestly had no idea what made him this..giddy.
It was probably because he was looking forward to work, but who knew?
Perhaps he had a preference towards the rain he didn't know about before now.
And then he heard it, the quiet breathing of someone nearby.
How hadn't he noticed it before? How had the person gotten so close without him noticing?
It had to be that damned rain, blurring everything, drowning out noises.
That's it, next time he wouldn't perform an outdoor kill, or kills to be exact.
He'd stay to something he had control over, like indoor kills,
it was also easier to make the locked door trick indoor instead of working out here.
As Todd slowly turned he saw her, as if she had always been there, or stepped out of an old film.
This woman, so close, yet so far away. She could see everything from where she stood.
The dead couple, Todd, everything.
He was in his full costume, hood covering his face.
If she had been able to see his eyes,
she would have known they'd met for a second before Todd took action,
his powerful frame moving way faster than anyone would expect,
the glint of a streetlight in metal as the machete flashed towards her.
Only the next couple moments would tell if he would have two kills to skin and tan, or three.