Bruce Wayne

Real Name: Bruce Wayne

Alias: Batman, Bat-Man, Dark Detective

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Birthday: February 19th

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 210 lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Alignment: Lawfully/Neutral Evil

Occupation: Millionaire owner of Wayne Enterprise, and vigilante.

Base of Operations: Gotham City

Personality: Bruce is strong hearted and when he puts his mind on something he will do it. He likes to be alone at most times, reading books in the manor’s library or sitting by the fireplace. He always wants to help people, mostly the poor who are going through a rough patch at the moment. He’s also a good boss at Wayne Enterprise, making sure everything’s in check, but sometimes can do things that his workers will disagree with and vote against in the board meetings.

Appearance: As Bruce Wayne he wears smart black suits with white shirts underneath. His black hair is smartly pushed back, without a hair sticking up. And his skin is a quite pale. When he’s Batman, he wears a long black trench coat that drops over him, and flips slightly up at the back like it’s some kind of cape. He has a cowl over him, with two long pointy ears up at the top, eye holes, and a large open space round the mouth area. Underneath the trench coat he wears a grey shirt with a bat printed on it, and held up by a grey and black belt. Under that is a bullet proof vest in case of any bullets hit him. And last he wears grey pants that are mostly covered by the black army boots that go up to his knees.

Abilities: Bruce has been trained in boxing and self defence, both that will come in handy. He can also run long distances and quite good with a gun.

Weaknesses: Bruce isn’t that much trained in fighting, so could find himself in a lot of danger if he ever ends up with someone much better with their fists than he is.

History: When Bruce Wayne’s parents died when he was a child, he couldn’t cope with their lost, and wanted revenge on the criminal that did it. Joe Chill. But he was only a child at the time and with all the power in him he wouldn’t have been able to go out into the cold and hunt down this person that ruined his life on streets that aren’t safe at all. So he tried to forget about that awful day from then on, but the memory just continued to eat away at the back of his mind, reminding him that he needed to do something, anything, even if it didn’t end with him getting revenge on the murderer.

Years quickly went past, and the old butler Alfred Pennyworth raised him to be a good man that could take back Wayne Enterprise from the people that it was left to when Thomas Wayne, Bruce’s father, died. The day then came, and Wayne Enterprise was back in the hands of a Wayne. Still the memory of his parents death was eating away, there wasn’t a day that didn’t go past that he didn’t remember it and it was like it was happening right in front of him all over again.
He decided that most of the company’s money should be used to buy tin food for the poor of the city because of the rough times they were going through and still in, in this Great Depression. The board voted against it and Bruce used his power over the company to make sure their votes disappeared and that he got his own way. A few of the chairmen chose to leave, not happy with the new boss and taking a early retirement.

Even after Bruce gave out the food to the city, the homeless, suicide and crime rates continued to rise. He thought it was stupid of himself thinking that he can save the city with food, when he should do something better, bigger. Of course he couldn’t hand out free money to the city, it would empty his pockets in days, and the money would highly likely be taken somehow by the mob that run this city, like Falcone and Arnold Weskor, and be wasted towards drugs shipping and weaponry.

Then that thought sparked an idea. It was the criminals that were ruining this city the most, so if they were all gone, it would have a higher chance of surviving and for the people to have a longer and better life. And these criminals didn’t listen to speeches about them giving up their evil ways and having a honest life, the only thing they could understand is money and violence.

Violence. That would be his words, he wouldn’t need to speak much, just let his fists do the talking. This man would be him, but under a mask.

A vigilante.

He of course would need training, and lots of it if he wanted to take on the underworld by himself. The Gotham City Police Department are good at their jobs, but they didn’t go far enough. They didn’t put the dogs down, they put them back in their cages only to be let out a few weeks later. They needed a bit of help, and Bruce saw himself as that help.

Days, weeks and months went past, and everyday he got out of the office and went to the gym then after that to the boxing lessons. He started to feel he was ready, but wasn’t too sure, he needed to try small vigilante work first. See how he does with the small timers.

Voice Actor: Michael Ironside

Roleplay Sample: Bruce had been walking the streets of the city since the start of midnight, and hadn’t come across any crime of any type which was strange for being in an area which had the highest crime rates in all of the city. He made sure to check over each person that walked past him, seeing if they looked like they were carrying a weapon from a knife or gun on them. None of them looked like they did, but it was hard to tell because of it being winter, a time of year where nearly everyone who steps into the city wears a large winter jacket to keep themselves warm, jackets that criminals mostly used to hide weapons or stolen goods so they could carry them from one end of the city to the other where the seller probably was.

Then a scream echoed out from a alley way close by, and Bruce took out a knife before ducking behind a wall, and slowly leaning out of it to spy on the muggers who were mugging a young woman who was in her twenties.

“Just coins, this bitch isn’t worth a thing.” One of the two muggers said who was pouring out her purse onto the snowy floor.

Bruce came out, knife hidden in his jacket, as he walked up to them. “Hey, who are you?” A mugger asked taking out a knife. If it weren’t for the fake scar and beard Bruce had put on earlier, the man would of noticed the man coming towards them was the famous millionaire Bruce Wayne who they would of attack and held hostage for money in seconds, if they hadn’t fell for the fake costume.

“Just calm down,” Bruce said, hand inside his jacket as he was in touching distance of the muggers. “What you got inside of there? Show us, god damn it!” One of them yelled.

“Okay,” Bruce replied taking out the knife from inside his jacket quickly, swinging it, and slicing the mugger, who last spoke, throat. Sending blood splashing onto the snow. “Oh shit,” the other man screamed turning round and running away from the scene. Bruce would of taken them down nicely, but they had knives, and one man fighting two men with knives with just fists, would of ended with his death.