Justice League

[WingmanCan]

Hello and welcome to my Justice League roleplay!


I'm not gonna go into too much detail here about the roleplay since you can just click over to the next time to find out about it. This thread is for discussion, random chat and for posting applications to get into the roleplay!


Please take a look around, pull up a seat, and JOIN US! 8D


Roleplay Application:


Name: (What do we call YOU?)


Activity: (How much are you on? / How often can you post?)


Character: (Who do you want to play?)


Sample: (Canhaz a sample of your writing ability?)

 

[WingmanCan]

How do I advertise? Do I bump? x'D 
Le bump? 8'3

 

[kattrispotter]

Name: Kat works


Activity: I'm on pretty much every day currently, as it is summer


Character: Are villains possible? Because I would absolutely love to play a genderbent Joker, if possible. But if you aren't accepting genderbends, I'd love Poison Ivy


Sample: This is from a story of mine I'm writing.


"Ugh, my head's killing me." I rub my temples in circles, my long auburn hair falling over my face as I lean forward in my wooden chair. I rest my elbows on my knees. "And I'm bored."


"Want me to stab you in the leg? You'll forget about your head and your boredom." I look up to see the wide, lopsided grin that has come to be so familiar. I punch the wearer of the smile in the stomach hard, and he doubles over.


"There, that's better." I let out a soft laugh as he straightens back up. He's trying his best to act as though he hasn't just been left completely breathless by the punch of a sixteen-year-old girl.


"Dragna!" The eighteen-year-old glares at me, still holding his stomach. "That's no fair. You don't exactly punch like a girl."


"What would be the fun if I did, Lore?" I ask, tilting my head to the left slightly. I grin, tipping back my drink as he tries - and fails - to think up a suitable comeback. I drain it in four seconds flat before setting it back on the table. It's alcohol free, of course. The last thing I need is to have my senses clouded at a time like this.


I wave the innkeeper over, asking for a second round, before turning back to my partner. The heavy wooden door opens and slams shut, and I glance at it out of the corner of my eye. A hooded figure enters, and I nudge Lore's foot with my own. My headache has vanished, replaced with the slight buzz of adrenaline.


The visitor wears a hooded cloak, Elven in craftsmanship. Despite his attempts to stay stooped, his naturally straight posture and tall stature gives him away. Definitely an Elf.


The Elf stops at the innkeeper's desk, conversing with the tall man behind the counter at a volume far too quiet for us to hear. The innkeeper then hands him a room key, and the Elf turns, pulling his cloak around his face as he hurried towards the stairs.


Lore keeps his eyes down, motioning for me to do the same. I can't help but cast a furtive glance at the Elf scurrying away from us, and my timing can't have been worse.


My green eyes meet the Elf's maroon ones, and a flash of recognition colours them, followed by fear. The Elf breaks into a run, heading towards the door. Lore and I spring to our feet in an instant, and I can hear my partner cursing under his breath.


I pull my longsword from its scabbard as Lore throws the front door open, leaving the startled innkeeper in our wake. A throwing knife whizzes past my head, but I'm not worried; Lore is an incredible shot. The knife finds its mark in the Elf's shoulder, burying itself up to the hilt. Our target gives a cry of pain and stumbles. He resumes his pace, but that moment of weakness is all I need.

 

[Minnows]

Name: Most of my online friends call me Minnow, but Audrey is fine too.


Activity: I've only just joined, but I could probably get on at least once a day. I work five days a week, six hours each, so getting on shouldn't be too much of a problem.


Character: I suppose I'll take Black Canary


Sample: [well this is actually from an AU Teen Titans fic I'm working on.]


Smoke rose from the burning blades of grass and the air smelled of blood and rotting flesh. When Richard Grayson turned his head and buried his face into the ground, he could smell the earth, and not know of the wretched battle which took place some hours before. The light of dawn approached above the horizon. Though he did not wish to open his eyes, he felt the heat of the sun as its rays burst into the morning sky and beat down on his back. He wondered how long he’d have to lay there. A day? A half day? Maybe a few more hours? In due time the groaning of his wounded comrades would be silenced, and his enemies raised to fight and live another day. Many a time he thought himself invincible, and many a time he was. Though, as he lay here bleeding in the grass, he began to see how foolish he truly was. Anyone can die, and today it would be him.


The pain would come in waves, mild and excruciating and mild again. In his few moments of lucidity he wondered. Was this what it was like for her? Did she feel any pain before they took her life? Guilt and frustration washed over him. He couldn’t protect her. He’d brought her back from hell before, but he couldn’t protect her from the grasp of the Church of Blood. Maybe he would see her in the afterlife. Maybe she’d been happier after leaving this wretched world. But that seemed a whole other lifetime away.


---And here's some dialogue from Beast Boy's Point of view later on in the story (Hes in a bit of a bad place so he's not his usual joking self)---


His heart nearly stopped as he felt a weight suddenly descend upon him. He lost his footing and fell to the ground, and then suddenly a forearm gripped his neck trying desperately to choke the life out of him. It was thin, and the struggles were frail attempts at subduing him. This was a child from the village trying to rob him. He thrust the boy off his back and sent him tumbling forward onto the grass. “Go steal from someone you can fight, boy” Said Garfield, as he pinned the hooded kid to the ground. He hadn’t any time for this, and he had no hesitation in keeping the tone from his voice


“I’m not a boy!” Came a defiant rasp as she pulled back her hood to reveal sharp but feminine features. Her pale freckled face was scratched and dirty and her hair a tangled flaming mass of ginger, tucked into her jacket.


“Alright,” he corrected himself, still quite uncaring “Go steal from someone you can fight, girl”


“I’m not a girl either.” she corrected defiantly. “I’m a woman.”


“What are you, fifteen?” He snorted knowing he shouldn’t bite, but she irked him so much that he couldn’t help himself


“Eighteen, actually.” Her reply was quick and sharp. “Care to get off me?” She asked, noticing he still had her pinned. Disgruntled, he stood up to brush himself off.


“Right. Well, do me a favor and fuck off, alright?” She just laughed.


“Do me a favor and fuck off, alright?” She deepened her voice in mockery of his request. “What are you, some jaded ranger tellin’ that to everyone who comes your way?” There was still laughter in her mockery, and he could just make out a faded Irish accent. He just shook his head, turned and began to head east. Much to his displeasure, he heard her footsteps behind him. “You a rebel, then?” She asked as if she already knew the answer. He ran his hands through is thick unkempt curls and then rubbed his face, as though fighting off an upcoming headache. With a twist of dark humor he wondered if this was what Raven felt like when he was always pestering her.


“Why do you ask?” he kept his voice aloof. Certainly she wasn’t a spy even so, it wouldn’t be safe to discuss… politics out in the open like that.


“Well you’re definitely not a blood rider” She smirked, “And you’re no refugee I’ll give ya that” She sped up to catch up with him. She wasn’t as small as he thought. Not quite tall as Kori, but she didn’t look a child when she was on her feet.


“Not really.” He answered her question


“D’you know anyone who is?” He stopped, and turned to her.


“Look. I’m glad you’re not trying to attack me or anything anymore, but could you please not follow me?”


“You one of those lone rangers?” She chuckled.


“No.” He was frustrated. “I just want to travel… by myself.” He hated how angsty that sounded.


“You say that” She smirked. “I just need a companion for my journey. You seem pretty well traveled, so I though you could lead me to a rebel camp or somethin’.” He raised an eyebrow.


“You try to rob me, and now you want me to help you?”


“S’about right” She nodded sincerely. “Water under the bridge, eh?” She stuck out her hand for him to shake it. He just looked from her hand to her cheeky smile, eyes squinted from the wind.


“No!” His voice was incredulous.


“Right, well I’ll just follow ya then” She was incredibly amused by his anger.


“If you do I’ll—“


“What? You wouldn’t hurt a girl” She challenged.


“I—“


“You were about to beat me senseless ‘till you found me out! Face it, you’re stuck with me whether ya like it or not so we might as well get along.” He could have been red with rage, but he kept his cool.


“Just try not to talk to me, alright? I know it’s hard” It was his turn to mock her, but she seemed resistant. She just laughed again.


“Yes sir mister” She gave him a sarcastic solute.