Half Pint

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Hoping this is still alive!

Teen Titans: Sidekicks Unite

@CaptainManbeard I wasn't a part of this, but if it's something your thinking of rebooting or accepting new applicants to I'd be interested!

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

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Hello!

This is very much not 17th Century and is set in present time. DB probably just failed to snip something out from his last application template.

As for age brackets, college freshmen are going to be typically right out of high school and are going to generally be between 18-20 depending on their birthday and whether or not they took a gap year out of High School.

If you have any other questions, please just ask!

@Bingelly

Thanks for your reply! I'll get started on an application as soon as I'm free :)

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

Hey! Very interested in this! I'll start working on an app either today or tomorrow, but could I ask what the age ranges are for freshman, sophmore, etc? I'm from Scotland so I'm not sure if your universities are the same ages! Also could I ask in the application it says if you are using a picture it should be something that looks 17th century? Is this set in modern times or in the 17th century?

Young Heroes

Hoping this is still on the go!

Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP

I hope this is ok! I know it's a bit different from what is outlined in the OP, so no worries if non-Japanese characters won't fit. I had the idea of her having attended a similar school in Norway and then transferring, but didn't want to do too much worldbuilding in your world. If this is an option though I might change the last part of her backstory!

The Transfer Student

Name: Hana Balstad

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Hana is a striking figure, standing tall with a confident and imposing presence befitting her brash personality. She has a strong, athletic build with well-defined muscles that speak to her years of physical training and competitive sports. Her height and physique make her stand out among her peers, standing at a tall 6 foot 1.

She wears a sleeveless, zip-up top that accentuates her muscular arms and allows for maximum mobility. Her outfit is practical, designed for combat and physical activity, featuring sturdy, dark pants secured with a belt that holds various tools and a knife for utility. The outfit is completed with fingerless gloves that provide a firm grip and protect her hands.

Clothing wise, Hana's style is eclectic to say the least. She mixes athletic clothing that allows good mobility with a punk flair. She is often seen wearing a sleeveless, cropped hoodie that accentuates her muscular arms and allows for maximum mobility, the dark fabric contrasting sharply with her fair skin. She pairs the hoodie with a pair of baggy camouflage cargo trousers and a studded belt. Hana's look is completed with a few accessories such as heavy-duty combat boots, a chain bracelet and a choker with Norse runes along it.

Hana’s right arm is her most distinctive feature. The divine arm extends from her forearm down and appears as a blend of polished stone and tempered steel, a deep steely gray interwoven with glowing veins of gold and silver that create intricate Norse knotwork patterns. In its inert state, the arm resembles a beautifully crafted statue, immobile and seemingly made of stone. However, in combat, the arm undergoes a dramatic transformation. The runes ignite with an ethereal glow, and the veins of gold and silver illuminate intensely and she is able to move it as freely as she would like.

Personality: Hana is loud, brash, friendly and cheery. She is always smiling and joking around, and enjoys getting to know people. Despite her outward appearance, she is really not as scary as she looks and could definitely be described as a 'gentle giant'. She tries her best to bring people out of their shell and foster a solid friend group of people she can trust. The major factor getting in the way of this being her competitiveness. She is fiercely competitive at anything she tries and can often forget her manners when going up against someone in things even as small as a game of monopoly.

However, underneath her confident appearance lies genuine insecurity. Her major insecurity centres around her arm. She feels uncomfortable speaking about how she originally lost her arm or even acknowledging her new one. Her appearance in general can be a bit of an insecurity for her, and while she is much better at handling it now than when she was younger pointing out the fact she is a very tall woman can often irk her.

Backstory: Hana was born in a small town by the name of Stavanger in Norway. Her life wasn't normal from a young age, that was for sure, but it was a happy one. Her father was the owner and head coach at the towns MMA gym, and most of Hanas earliest memories are of her crawling around the mats or watching her father take classes. Of course, she was encouraged to take these classes once she was old enough and she did so enthusiastically.

Her entire life from a young age centred around martial arts and developing herself as a fighter. She'd spend every day after school training with her father and the guys at his gym, developing into somewhat of a tomboy as she got older. Her main focus in life was her training, to the point where her mother often had to have stern talks with her about putting effort into her academic efforts. But to Hana it was all superfluous, she knew her destiny was to fight and so that's what she put all of her time into.

However, her happy life was cut short one day while driving overnight to a BJJ competition with her father. It was late at night and they were suddenly slammed into by a drunk driver. Thankfully neither of them died, but unfortunately Hanas arm was caught in the door as the car flipped and was crippled beyond use. The doctors had to amputate and in the blink of an eye her dreams of becoming an MMA superstar were dashed.

She was fitted with a rudimentary prosthetic and had to completely change the way she lived her life. She was no longer her usual cheery self and fell into a deep depression. She barely ever left her room, and couldn't bring herself to attend her gym teammates matches for fear of breaking down crying.

Everything changed one day while she was walking home from school though. She passed by a grudge attacking a small child and tried to intervene. She wasn't sure if it was bravery or a lack of caring about her own life that urged her to do it, but either way she couldn't let it hurt the kid. Unfortunately in her weakened state the grudge was becoming too much for her, but just as it was beginning to overpower her she was blinded by light as the god Týr contacted her. Offering her a contract, a mystical arm that would allow her to fight the grudges in exchange for her pledge to uphold justice and protect the weak. She agreed and was given her arm and easily dispatched the grudge.

Word spread around her family about the event, and her uncle Andre had informed her of the Tokyo Shadow Academy. He had moved to Japan years ago and his wife had attended the school as a contract holder. She was ecstatic at the chance for a new start and the opportunity to meet others like her and moved as soon as she was able.

Skills: Her main skill was that previous to losing her arm she was an junior amateur MMA fighter with a speciality in grappling. Her hand-to-hand combat skills were impressive, but her wrestling and BJJ were really stand out. Other than this she can also play the bass guitar fairly well and is ok with lead guitar too. She is adamant she is a great singer as well, but it mostly boils down to shouting into a microphone.

Spiritual Energy Grade: C

Contracted Being: Týr

Contract Rank: B

Contract Abilities: Hanas right arm has been replaced with a powerful, divine arm, a manifestation of her contract with Tyr. This arm radiates with the strength and authority of the Norse god, adorned with runes and symbols of ancient Norse mythology, and emits a glowing, ethereal light when in combat. The arm is superhumanly strong, and can effortlessly lift heavy objects and deliver powerful strikes in combat. She can also summon chains of divine energy from her arm, binding and restraining her enemies. These chains are very strong and can be used to immobilize Grudges or pull them closer for a finishing blow. This ability embodies Tyrs aspect of justice, ensuring that those who spread corruption cannot escape.

Cost: Hana gave her right arm both figuratively and literally for her contract. Due to her spiritual energy grade she does not possess the energy available to use the arm outside of combat. When not in use it is inert and rigid as stone, resembling a rudimentary prosthetic arm. Currently she can move the fingers with a great amount of effort on her part, but the effort required is too much for what it is worth. She has instead learned to do most things one handed with her left arm when possible. If she were ever to stray from the path Tyr set out for her and ot pursue justice in all aspects she would also lose her arm and its abilities.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Put my post up hope its alright!

@Master Crim I wasn't sure if you'd intended to have had Robin already called the meeting by the end of your post, so put in a little thing before he would have. Completely happy to change this if that's not what you intended though, just let me know.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Trigger

London
2:37 A.M.

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Rain battered the streets as a solitary figure made his way along the pavement. Trigger held his overcoat shut tight with one hand, and desperately used a newspaper to try and shield his hair from the downpour with the other. Fucking rain. Why did it always have to be rain. You spend ages getting your hair just right, and then, by some divine providence, the heavens decide to open up and ruin it completely. Anyway, look on the silver lining, it wouldn't be long until he could go home and lie down. He ducked into a greasy spoon diner, taking off his overcoat and hanging it on a coat stand as he escaped the cold night air.

Looking around the place you could see the type of people who usually frequented places like this around this part of town. Taxi drivers, travellers, and of course the obligatory drunk twenty-something passed out in the corner after a long night of not being able to handle his liquor. Unhealthy burger sat in front of him, half eaten and attracting flies.

Trigger sighed, making his way over to the counter and taking a seat on one of the stools. He glanced at his newspaper, now completely ruined, and gently tossed it onto the counter. It was definitely 'one of those days'. The attendant behind the counter approached him, disinterestedly asking what he would be having. A coffee and a full English breakfast would suffice. After all, it's breakfast time somewhere, right?

He sipped on his coffee. Unfortunately for the patrons of this diner, Trigger was there for business rather than pleasure. Not that the place was exactly pleasurable to begin with, but at least the coffee was hot. He muttered some words under his breath and in an instant his consciousness rose from his physical form and hung lazily in the air like cigarette smoke. He was certain of what he'd find, but if Constantine had taught him anything, it was that it was always better to be safe than sorry. His astral form floated through the bar and into the men's toilet. It was a good job he couldn't smell in this form, at least.

In the toilet, a skinny, wiry man wearing glasses was washing his hands, just as the door to one of the toilet stalls slowly opened, and Trigger's target emerged. A minor vampire had sprouted up and had been causing mischief in the past few weeks. It hadn't taken long for the apprentice magician to pick up his trail, especially with John's help. This had turned into a solo mission not long after, another of his wise teacher's tests he often liked to spring on the young Geordie. Trigger had tracked the creature to these toilets; he was an amateur, for sure, using the same modus operandi since he showed up in town, and the press had affectionately named the series of murders "The Greasy Spoon Spree".

He finished the spell and his consciousness returned to him. Drinking one last sip of coffee and straightening his suit jacket as he rose from his chair, he made his way to the toilet. Magical energy swirled around his hands as he braced himself against the door; the energy was an impossible thing to look at directly, like you were looking into another dimension of moving stars and dark colours. Suddenly, he burst through the door, whipping out the energy like a lasso and grabbing the vampire by the neck just as it was about to sink his teeth into the thin man. He reeled him in, placing his foot on the vampire's neck as it struggled beneath him.

"Honestly mate, I know the food isn't great here, but next time maybe try the salad?" Trigger mocked. The vampire snarled beneath him, grabbing his foot and using his unnatural strength to throw Trigger off him and back into the main dining area.

Trigger tumbled to the ground. Note to self: less quips, more incapacitation next time. Before he had time to get his bearings, the vampire had leapt out of the toilet, snarling and aiming for Trigger's throat, its claws slashing at the air as he dove towards him. The magician barely had time to react but quickly created a small shield around his arm just before the creature could go at his throat. His brow furrowed; this was getting to be a lot stickier than he'd initially planned. As the vampire swiped and snarled at him, Trigger managed to get his foot on the creatures hip and in one quick movement grabbed it by the hair, rolled back and kicked it off to the other end of the room. He rolled to his feet, keeping his shield up as he sent eldritch blasts towards his foe as he walked closer. The vampire dodged each of the blasts and leapt at Trigger again, which he expected and narrowly managed to avoid. Ranged attacks weren't working; the creature was too fast. Trigger would need to resort to some up close and personal means of attack. His eyes darted to his right, his coffee and plate of food still lay on the counter. Fuck it. If he was good at two things, it was improvising and fighting dirty.

The vampire spun around to face him, and was met with some scalding hot coffee in his face. As it screamed it tried desperately to wipe the liquid from its eyes. Just as it managed to regain its vision it caught sight of the last thing it expected to see: a full plate of sausage, bacon, eggs, beans, and all that other good stuff that made up Triggers nations favourite breakfast. The full English hit the vampire square in the face, stunning it again, allowing Trigger to slide on his knuckle dusters and send a hard punch to its mouth, knocking out one of its fangs in the process. His magic shield morphed into a lasso once more as Trigger sent a hard hook to the side of the vampires face, spinning it around and giving him the opportunity to tie its hands together in a makeshift pair of magical handcuffs. He sent one last hard punch to the vampires temple, knocking it out and causing it to slump the floor.

Trigger looked around. Unsurprisingly the place had cleared out during the scuffle. More surprisingly, though, was that the drunk twenty-something was still snoring in the corner, albeit now he had slumped over and was using a piece of toast as a pillow. Trigger grinned, maybe tonight wasn't so bad after all. He gazed at the obligatory 'No Smoking' sign that hung on the wall as he removed his pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and lit one. Maybe not the classiest move, but he definitely needed a smoke after that dogfight.

"Didn't you see the sign, pal?" Spoke a voice from the corner, sipping on a cup of tea. A figure Trigger hadn't seen on his survey. He'd have said it was an impossible for him to miss in such a small area, but the past few years had taught him nothing was impossible.

"They should hang a 'No Vampire Attacks' one right next to it, I'm sure it would do just as good a job at stopping that too." He joked, grinning. The figure rose to his feet, and the signature bleach blonde hair and tan raincoat of John Constatine came into view.

"Yeah very funny, Trigger. Good job with the vampire by the way, I didn't realise they were weak to sunlight, garlic, and undercooked rashers of bacon, that is definitely one for the notebook." Trigger groaned at his joke, and moreso the fact that he had seen his improvised 'weapon'.

"Yeah yeah, enough taking the piss. Did I pass your test then, old man?" He replied. Constantine chuckled.

"Yeah you passed alright. But that's not why I'm here I've got big news for you. Ever wanted to visit America?"

"I'd prefer Berlin or Spain, but can't complain about a free holiday. Why are we heading out there?"

"We aren't heading out anywhere. This is a solo mission, Trig. One that might last a while. Robin has put out feelers to recruit a new set of Titans, and I volunteered your skillset and sunny disposition."

Triggers heart dropped a bit when John broke the news to him. His usual confident bravado weakening a bit to let his inner insecurity through. He was still relatively new to this superhero business, and he'd just made a number of mistakes handling one vampire. What use could a team like the Titans have for him?

"The Titans? Why am I joining them? Did I do something wrong here? Look I know using breakfast foods as a weapon isn't the most conventional thing, but it's hardly an excuse to send me halfway across the world, John." He pleaded.

Constantine's expression softened, understanding etched in his features. "Look kid, it's nothing personal. I like you and you're a great help to me here, but I'm worried about you too. It's not like you have many other friends to hang about with and I'm not much company for a young guy like yourself, I thought it would be good for you to meet some other people your age."

"Ouch, thanks John, way to make me feel like a loser. It's kind of hard to have a social life when you're constantly moving about fighting this weeks next big demon. And it's not like I don't have friends back in Newcastle!"

"I know, I know kid. But that's exactly why I thought this would be a good idea. You see those guys back in Newcastle how much? Maybe once or twice a year? What happens when they settle down and have kids? You join the Titans and you'll be used to the best of your abilities and get the chance to socialise outside of sitting in bars all night. Plus, when I was your age I was going at it alone too, it might be good for your magical development." Trigger thought on John's words. He was probably right, as much as Trigger hated to admit it.

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Titan Tower
Jump City

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Trigger woke up slowly and stared at the ceiling. This was a long way away from home that was for sure. The past while had been a blur. Moving to Jump City, joining the Titans, and settling in all happened so quickly. He hadn't realised it until now but he had even gotten used to hearing the American accent more than just when he watched TV. He sighed, thinking about home. If he could even call it that. His home had been wherever the next supernatural threat had been. But at least it was somewhere vaguely familiar. He didn't feel so different back home, but here he could barely go outside without someone commenting on his accent, always reminding him of how different he felt here. He looked around his room. He'd tried to make it feel like home as much as possible, but it was no easy task for him to get settled in one place. A few posters decorated his walls, and a picture of him and Constantinte sat on his windowsill. He hadn't realised how much he'd have missed the old bugger. He'd never properly said it to him, but he had really became something of a father figure to Trigger since they met. It was strange being out in the world on his own. Coincidentally, Trigger's phone buzzed next to him as he had these thoughts. It was John, texting him to check in with how he's been getting settled, and sending a photo of the latest demon he'd done battle with. Trigger would text back later, right now he was craving nicotine.

He crawled out of bed and after a quick shower got dressed. A pair of black jeans, white trainers and a t-shirt would do for now. He slid a packet of cigarettes into his pocket and headed out of his room. Glancing around the hallway and listening out he could see that for once in his life he was the first one up. He hadn't been taking to the time difference too well that was for sure.

He put in a pair of earphones and headed up to the roof. Leaning out over the city he gazed at the giant skyscrapers piercing the horizon. Slipping a cigarette into his mouth he flicked his thumb like a lighter and a small magical flame, flickered its way into existence above it. He held it up to the cigarette and lit it, shaking his hand to get rid of the fire. It was some city that was for sure, like nothing he had ever seen. His eyes traced the massive bridge stretching into the mainland. He wondered what his life would have been like here if he was an average person. What job he might have had and where he might have been at this exact moment. Definitely not smoking off the top of Titan Tower that was for sure. He still hadn't properly explored the city other than the times they'd been on mission. He scratched his nose with his thumb and flicked his finished cigarette off the tower.

Heading back down to the common area, he decided to start on breakfast. He flicked on the TV and the ever more familiar face of Sam Ansel came to life on the screen. Trigger listened half-heartedly to the news as he began to cook. It wasn't long into this task that he heard footsteps approaching and turned over his shoulder to see, Robin entering through the door. He grinned, turning to him and jokingly saluting him.

"Reporting for duty, Captain. What's the battle plan for today?" He joked "Seen any of the rest of the gang this morning? It's not like me to be an earlier riser I won't lie, chief."

Young Heroes

Interested!!

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Trigger

Name:
Colin "Trigger" Bennett
Alias:
Trigger
Appearance:
Trigger stands at 5 foot 11 and has a lean, boxers physique. He takes great pride in his appearance, whether it be what he looks like physically or the clothes he wears. He has naturally curly brown hair, but slicks this back, leaving only the ends curling out. He couples this with a well kept moustache with a small patch of hair just under his bottom lip.

Taking note from his mentor, he doesn't have a superhero costume so much as a few suits tailored to allow him ease of movement in a fight. Trigger traded out the trench coat for one of his many vices though, jewellery. He often wears a necklace or a cuban chain even when on mission. One of his ears is also pierced and he can't remember the last time he took the earring out. He does not, however, wear rings on missions, specifically after a time he punched an opponent while wearing one and promptly broke his own finger.

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human (Demon blood)

Alignment:
Neutral, but closer to Hero than Villain

Mentor:
John Constantine

Skills/Meta Abilities:
Trigger possesses an innate connection to magic owing to his magical lineage. Though he has received training from the seasoned sorcerer John Constantine, Trigger remains relatively inexperienced in wielding magic. Unlike most practitioners, Trigger's demonic heritage exempts him from bearing the burdensome physical toll typically associated with wielding dark magic. His unique lineage grants him the ability to perceive magical auras and behold supernatural entities invisible to ordinary eyes, such as ghosts. His training primarily focused on spells demanding meticulous preparation, such as Astral Projection, Divination, Sigil Magic, Exorcisms, Minor Illusions and Minor Summoning. He is also adept in telepathy and telekinesis.

In combat, Trigger's paramount skill lies in his capability to unleash formidable eldritch blasts composed of pure magical energy from his palms effortlessly. Furthermore, he can mold these blasts into a whip, providing versatility beyond mere ranged attacks. Defensively, he can swiftly conjure protective barriers with a simple swipe of his hands. However, his proficiency has yet to reach the level where he can erect a spherical barrier around himself without resorting to ritualistic methods.

Additionally, Trigger exhibits a modest proficiency in pyrokinesis. While he can amplify the size of flames to a certain extent and manipulate their trajectory, his current abilities confine him to conjuring only diminutive flames akin to those produced by a standard lighter.

Weaknesses:
Despite his magical prowess, Trigger is at the end of the day only slightly less vulnerable than the average human. His demonic heritage grants him a slight boost in endurance, but not so much that he could stand toe to toe with a super strong villain in a hand to hand fight and hope to not be at best sent the hospital for a few days or at worst killed.

Along with this, while his demonic heritage grants him some major advantages, it is also a double-edged sword. The inherent darkness within him constantly threatens to overpower his will, tempting him with the allure of forbidden magics or even demonic possession. This internal struggle not only undermines his focus but also leaves him vulnerable to manipulation by malevolent forces seeking to exploit his vulnerabilities.

In terms of his skillset, his most formidable skills come from his youth as an amateur, almost professional boxer and years as a gang enforcer. His skill with his hands and his footwork exceeds that of the average fighter. This, combined with the brutal methods used by his former gang make him a formidable foe up close. He has a penchant for brass knuckles and has fought dirty more times than he cares to admit.

Outside of combat he has a keen interest in mixology, and can make an array of cocktails from memory. He's also not a half bad chef when he makes his signature dishes.

Personality:
Trigger is best described as a cocky person. He comes accross as overtly confident in every facet of himself, from his abilities as a spellcaster to how good his hair looks. It almost borders on arrogance at times. Quick-witted and sharp-tongued, Trigger navigates life with a perpetual smirk, always ready with a clever quip or witty retort to lighten the mood—even in the face of danger. He has a resilient spirit that refuses to be crushed by adveristy, and at times refuse to bow to authority. He has a deep reservoir of courage within him and is able so stand tall in the face of any foe. He also has a great deal of compassion within him, and though his methods may not always line up directly with what a "hero" is, he truly believes that he does more good than bad at the end of the day.

Beneath his charismatic exterior lies a complex inner world shaped by insecurity and uncertainty though. He is still very new to the superhero life, and it is not one he ever thought that he would be apart of, in fact quite the opposite. Caught between the desire to prove himself and the fear of failure, Trigger often finds solace in sarcasm and humor, using them as coping mechanisms to navigate the unfamiliar terrain of his new life. However, his penchant for taking the piss out of his friends can sometimes backfire, people who aren't used to him or the fact he's poking fun at them because he likes them might take offence to the things he says. He is also fiercely stubborn, wanting to prove himself to other supers in any way he can. This can sometimes manifest in wanting to handle things himself or refusing to accept help when he might need it. Yet, despite his abrasive tendencies, there remains a glimmer of warmth and compassion beneath the surface—a willingness to stand by his friends when the chips are down, even if his methods may seem unconventional.

Likes:
Almost any type of alcohol, Lambert and Butler cigarettes, Boxing, Attractive Women, Karaoke, Any night involving all of these

Dislikes:
"Fun Sponges", Authority, Snails

Backstory:
Colin "Trigger" Bennett was born and raised in Newcastle, England. He never knew his father and was raised by a single mother struggling to make ends meet. As a child he had a lot of behavioural issues and struggled with a lack of direction in life. Thankfully, a sense of order and a second family was granted to him in the form of a local boxing gym. The coach has noticed Colin getting into trouble in the area and after meeting with his mother decided to take him on for free. Despite the hardships of his upbringing and less than ideal living conditions, Colin possessed a natural athleticism and a fierce determination to succeed - a drive that led him to pursue boxing as a career as a means of escaping the cycle of poverty and to give himself and his mother a better life.

From a young age he showed great promise in the ring. Earning the moniker 'Trigger' for his ability to 'pull the trigger' in a match and knock his opponent down. His lightning fast reflexes and tenacity earned him a reputation as a rising star in the British amateur boxing scene and he was aiming to turn pro after he turned 18. However, his dreams of glory were cut short when tragedy struck not long after his birthday. A devestating fire during a match at his gym led to the destruction of the entire gym and left Trigger an orphan, with no solace and no source of income. Faced with mounting debts and grieving too much to get back into boxing, Trigger had to make the difficult decision to join a gang of loan sharks and drug pushers as an enforcer. It was a decision born out of desperation—a path he never imagined himself taking, but one that seemed inevitable in the face of overwhelming adversity.

For years, Trigger toiled in the shadows, his days consumed by violence and his nights haunted by the ghosts of his past. He did things he never thought he would, and regretted the life he could have had. Yet, beneath the tough exterior he presented to the world, a spark of something more lay dormant—a latent power waiting to be unleashed.

He was providing backup for a drug trade, when the rival gang decided to pull a bait and switch and murder Trigger and his accomplices to take the drugs and money for themselves. It resulted in a bloodbath, they well and truly got the jump on them and Trigger was the last one left alive. Faced with death and no escape, something broke within Trigger and his senseswere suddenly assaulted by a surge of raw, primal energy—a dark and potent force that seemed to seethe and writhe within him, begging to be unleashed. It was as if a dormant power, long dormant and forgotten, had suddenly awakened within his very core, responding to the violence and turmoil that surrounded him.

With a sense of awe and disbelief, Trigger watched as tendrils of shadowy energy coalesced around him, twisting and writhing like living creatures in the night. His muscles tensed, his heart pounded in his chest, and a strange, exhilarating rush swept through him, suffusing his being with a sense of power and purpose he had never known before.

He didn't know what had happened, or how he had survived. But the feeling of this power was intoxicating. He leant into it, allowing it to consume him. Over time less of him began to control himself, and his demon blood took over. He beceme more demon than man and ended up waging war on his own gang overcome by blood lust. It wasn't long before Constantine caught wind of the sudden increase in demonic killings and tracked him down.

Constantine easily subdued Trigger, and after exorcising him he discovered the truth. Knowing he couldn't allow Trigger to roam free for fear of this happening again he had two options: kill him, or train him. In a surprising turn of events, Constantine took him on as his apprentice, and the two formed a close father-son relationship over the years as time went on.

It's been a few years since then and Trigger hasn't done much at all outside of accompanying Constantine and doing all he can to learn about his magic abilities and how to hone and control them. It's been a slow process, but he's definitely getting there. Constantine however was more than a bit worried about Trigger's social life. The last thing he wanted was him to grow up to be an antisocial weirdo like himself. He put some feelers out into the superhero community and discovered that the Teen Titans were looking for new members. He pulled some strings and managed to get Trigger on the team, albeit against his will initially.