Post by Bane on Jan 26, 2013 17:02:10 GMT -5
(NOTE!!!!!! This application is a mixture of the original comic Bane, meets Nolan’s Bane!)
Take Control...
TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR CITY[/i][/color][/center]
Full Name: N/A
Nicknames: Bane
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Sexual Orientation: Straight
![](http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120126111603/batman/images/2/2f/Bane.jpg)
![](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mavjnh1gx91rz5foro1_500.gif)
Location:Gotham
Origin: Darkhorse Comics
Play-By: Tome Hardy
Height: 6”8
Hair: Nope
Eyes: Blue
Typical Clothing/Uniform: Knee length jacket, usually worn with the collar abroad and open down the front. Army pants, accompanies by army boots laced up, and a vest like shirt befitting of a mercenary with all its’ straps and buckles.
Powers/Abilities The mask he wears is vital to him, running fluidly with a gas form of Venom, projecting and revolving it through his system continuously. He is very dependent on it, but it, but gives him super strength, tolerance, and agility, enhanced beyond human capabilities.
Team Affiliation: N/A
Personality: Calculating, perhaps a bit cold. His very serious, a mercenary at heart, set out to get the job done for whatever it takes, even if it crosses the lines of brutal.
Family: Father- Sir Edmund Dorrance- King Snake (status unknown), Mother (dead)
Marital status: Single (Not even sure who wants to date Bane but okay. Make for an interesting date. Come to the sewers my love)
History: He was born to serve the life sentence his father had left for him, so from his fragile early age, Bane saw things that no one should ever have seen in the entirety of their lives. An extraordinary boy, as he grew he got his hands on as many of the books offered within the prison walls as he could, constantly spending time building his body. But regardless of his small successes within the prison, he was a tainted child.
His first murder was at age eight. He stabbed a criminal who was using him to get information about the prison, using a knife that was kept in the hole of the back of his teddy bear, Osito. Ultimately, he allowed no one to bully him into anything, and eventually established himself as king within the prison. Few would cross him.
He had spent a large portion of his life in prison, so when a young woman had been dropped into their hell on earth, he was perhaps too ready to assist, and maybe a little too susceptible to the young creature, Talia al Ghul.
Sample Post: Boot fell on the ground, sending a shiver through the pavement from the mere force of his footfall. A massive hulking frame, squared shoulders, chin tilted up. However, a chin was not fully present. In its place, and further up, was a mask, wired with tubes and gears that was fastened to his face with straps on either side, and straight up the middle.
His large hands held the collar of his coat, as calculating eyes coolly examined the city before him. A city he’d tried to help take once before.
“Gotham.” His voice reverberated against the mask, sending a soft vibrating hum through the tubes, even though it was said in a hushed tone to himself. His eyes flashed, and became something different. Something hard, and ultimately, something cold. The Mercenary had returned, with all bitter intentions.
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The Masked Mercenary
[/i][/color]Take Control...
TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR CITY[/i][/color][/center]
Full Name: N/A
Nicknames: Bane
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Sexual Orientation: Straight
![](http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120126111603/batman/images/2/2f/Bane.jpg)
![](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mavjnh1gx91rz5foro1_500.gif)
Location:Gotham
Origin: Darkhorse Comics
Play-By: Tome Hardy
Height: 6”8
Hair: Nope
Eyes: Blue
Typical Clothing/Uniform: Knee length jacket, usually worn with the collar abroad and open down the front. Army pants, accompanies by army boots laced up, and a vest like shirt befitting of a mercenary with all its’ straps and buckles.
Powers/Abilities The mask he wears is vital to him, running fluidly with a gas form of Venom, projecting and revolving it through his system continuously. He is very dependent on it, but it, but gives him super strength, tolerance, and agility, enhanced beyond human capabilities.
Team Affiliation: N/A
Personality: Calculating, perhaps a bit cold. His very serious, a mercenary at heart, set out to get the job done for whatever it takes, even if it crosses the lines of brutal.
Family: Father- Sir Edmund Dorrance- King Snake (status unknown), Mother (dead)
Marital status: Single (Not even sure who wants to date Bane but okay. Make for an interesting date. Come to the sewers my love)
History: He was born to serve the life sentence his father had left for him, so from his fragile early age, Bane saw things that no one should ever have seen in the entirety of their lives. An extraordinary boy, as he grew he got his hands on as many of the books offered within the prison walls as he could, constantly spending time building his body. But regardless of his small successes within the prison, he was a tainted child.
His first murder was at age eight. He stabbed a criminal who was using him to get information about the prison, using a knife that was kept in the hole of the back of his teddy bear, Osito. Ultimately, he allowed no one to bully him into anything, and eventually established himself as king within the prison. Few would cross him.
He had spent a large portion of his life in prison, so when a young woman had been dropped into their hell on earth, he was perhaps too ready to assist, and maybe a little too susceptible to the young creature, Talia al Ghul.
Sample Post: Boot fell on the ground, sending a shiver through the pavement from the mere force of his footfall. A massive hulking frame, squared shoulders, chin tilted up. However, a chin was not fully present. In its place, and further up, was a mask, wired with tubes and gears that was fastened to his face with straps on either side, and straight up the middle.
His large hands held the collar of his coat, as calculating eyes coolly examined the city before him. A city he’d tried to help take once before.
“Gotham.” His voice reverberated against the mask, sending a soft vibrating hum through the tubes, even though it was said in a hushed tone to himself. His eyes flashed, and became something different. Something hard, and ultimately, something cold. The Mercenary had returned, with all bitter intentions.
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