Legend of Zelda: Shattered World

In a world constantly changing, he stays sharp and battle-ready. He’s tall, built lean but strong, with short black hair and piercing blue eyes that see everything—and trust little. Though the gear has modern upgrades, he still wears the iconic gray tactical suit, brown leather jacket, and red helmet from his earliest days as Red Hood. It’s more than armor—it’s a statement. Twin pistols ride on his hips, a combat knife on his thigh, and explosives tucked in his belt. He moves like a shadow with intent: smooth, quiet, and coiled with tension. His presence demands space—he looks like trouble, and most of the time, he is.

Blunt, sarcastic, and fearless, he’s the kind of guy who walks into danger first and asks questions later—if at all. He masks old wounds with dark humor and a cocky edge, but there’s real pain beneath it all. He doesn’t trust easily, but once you're in, he’s loyal to the bone. His partnership with Arsenal has brought out a slightly lighter side—someone who can banter, laugh, and even hope, though he’d never admit it out loud. They work well together: chaos and control, both broken but still standing. He doesn’t care about being a hero—he just wants to make sure the right people hurt, and the wrong ones stay safe. Respect matters more than praise, and if he has to go it alone, so be it—but deep down, he hopes he won’t have to.

Brought back from death and thrown into a world that moved on without him, he carved his place back in—on his own terms. Once Robin, now Red Hood, he’s a vigilante who learned the hard way that the rules don’t always work. He trained with the best, died at the hands of the worst, and came back angrier, sharper, and more dangerous than before. Over time, he’s reconnected with parts of the Bat-Family, but it’s complicated. He doesn’t fit into clean boxes—hero, villain, family, outcast. He fights for the innocent, but he doesn’t pull punches—and he doesn’t ask permission.