Bruce Wainright has (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} onerule) wrote,@ 2017-02-10 01:56:00 |
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reposemodsName/Handle: Leesha
Are you 18 or over?: Yep!
Character Info;
Employment: CEO of Wainright Enterprises. Also, family money.
Housing: Lakeside mansions - Wainright Manor
Character Journal name: ~onerule
Character Name: Bruce Wainright.
Character Age: 40, physically a few years younger (mid-thirties).
Character Played By: Christian Bale
Character History and Personality:
There are things Bruce remembers, those which he cannot forget. These are what defines him—whether they be moments, people, places, experiences. His parents and their murder haunt him to this day, the source of a myriad of emotions too complex to put into words; yet this drives him even now, reminds him of why he does what he does and though he was just a child when they were killed—died is too tame a word for what happened to them, bullets ravaging beloved bodies—he loves them dearly, holds them close to their heart and they are vivid ghosts in his mind.
His children, biological and adopted, those of his blood and those he took (and takes) under his wing—they too are a large part of him. For a man whose only confidante was once his family butler, Bruce never quite thought he'd have what he does now. (Or did, before...) His time in New Jersey was equal parts loss and gain, and for every ounce of pride there is a regret. Still, he tries not to dwell, though admittedly he does struggle with this. Now, even more so, when the things he fiercely remembers are met with yawning gaps of emptiness in his memory, periods of time that are simply blank.
The Shadow—his other self, the one some might say is truer to who he is than Bruce Wainright himself, the man who owns a company and seeks to make his family's name meaningful with old wealth behind him. The Shadow was born before Bruce the man returned to New Jersey, before the journey across the world, before Ra's and glowing green and years of training. But the true birth, darkness emerging from—literal—shadows, did take place in Jersey, where the Shadow became more than a man, more than a vigilante; he was a symbol, a representation of hope and justice that used the dark rather than the light. The Shadow was—is—violence, yes, but that is not all he is. His physical prowess is matched by his mind, the whip-sharp ability to plan, to predict, to always be ahead. The Shadow was and is meant to do and be what the police could not, to rise above corruption and constraint, but he is not merciless. He does not kill. It is a hard line to walk, and it's brought him into conflict numerous times, but it's one of the few things he clings to with a bullheaded stubbornness those who know him recognize well. Once, he was black and white, with very little tolerance for grey... but time passes, and experience opens one's eyes even if they are unwilling. He has morals, ones as strong as iron, but he understands that people are complex creatures. They don't always fit into nice, neat categories; life is not so simple. (There are some he calls friends, now, whom he once saw as adversaries.)
This is not to say that he doesn't slip back into black and white on occasion; he does. Bruce is human, even if the Shadow is meant to be more. He is flawed. His instinct is to harden, creating a protective shell against the kind of pain kevlar can't prevent, and though he is not a cold man he is certainly capable of behaving like one. The boy in him abhors weakness and vulnerability, but he feels too deeply and cares too fiercely to turn off emotion. It is a matter of control, of balance—a careful dance which never ends. For every positive emotion, there is a negative—and oh, does he know anger all too well—and deep, deep down he fears those getting the better of him. To earn Bruce's loyalty and respect is to earn it for life, but beware those who would betray him; trust is a two-way street.
It is important to note, of course, that for all that he remembers there is still much he forgets. He does remember Repose, initially, but then—there was a mission, the League, an injury, and afterward is a chunk of memory gone, puzzle pieces removed and not replaced. What Bruce does know, he has been told. He sought help for his injury, a permanent fix—this he believes, as he's far too stubborn to settle for retirement—from the Hand, but that which he sought came with a high price. It wasn't just the physical injury, it seemed, but his mind that ailed him as well, and the Hand took it upon themselves to do what was 'necessary'.
Bruce doesn't remember dying.
He isn't particularly disappointed about this, however. To him it was like waking up from a long, deep sleep. He was no longer broken, nor was he shattered. He felt as he did before—better, even. But those warnings as he departed, that he might one day remember what he'd prefer not to—that coming back from the dead, regardless of how, left its mark—they were not just heard, but listened to. Bruce values his mind as much as he does his body, perhaps even more so; thus, these things trouble him more than he will be willing to admit.
Town Connections;
Family: His brood, the children he took under his wing. Adopted + biological + children in ~spirit.
Exes: Failed relationships. The one(s) that got away.
Villains: Bruce is not as black and white as he once was, but he has morals. Strong ones. Those who are on the opposite side of the lines he won't cross.
Allies: Those with similar morals. Those whom he can call 'friend', even.
Little birds: People either Bruce or the Shadow tries to help. (It's a compulsion, sometimes.)