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Each active member of the RP is required to fill out the following sheet below, along with any additional information that they deem necessary. It is highly encouraged to be as descriptive and as creative as can possibly be when filling out the character form.

*Please keep in mind, while it is recommended to have romantic relationships by the GM, it is in no way forced upon any character and therefore every connection made is to be completely consensual. However, one-sided pining isn't within reason - you are not required to return any feelings with any specific character. No one relationship/connection is necessary permanent, and can be discontinued at the digression of either participant. *​

Character Form:​

NAME:

AGE:

BIOGRAPHY:

ABILITIES:

APPEARANCE:
*Highly recommended for OGC, as well as any specific characteristics to any canon character. Photographs of characters are to be added at the top or bottom of character sheets if chosen to use.

CHARACTER MOTIVATION:
*What drives your character to act as they do? What is their moral code/breaking points? What do they ultimately want out of being a vigilante/villain?

CONNECTIONS:
*Each past/present connection is to be discussed at length between writers, this is the only place where vague descriptions are acceptable as details will be revealed through writing alone.

WRITING SAMPLE:
*Provide a small piece show casing your writing style and abilities in the point of view of your character!

 

[MePersonally]

NAME: Timothy Jackson Drake (Tim, Timmy, Red Robin)

AGE: 16

BIOGRAPHY: Tim has always been a big fan of Batman. He grew up in a stable family, in the wealthy neighborhood of Gotham. When he visited the circus for the first time, he saw Dick Grayson’s parents die and therefore was at the funeral, where Bruce adopted Dick.

When suddenly a Robin appeared next to Batman and that guy was about the same age and had so very similar movements to the circus boy, Tim had his first suspicion who Batman could be. He started looking into it.

Watching from afar, the boy witnessed Dick leaving the Robin position and Jason take over- until Jason died.
After realizing that the new Robin’s death had sent Batman into a bad state and it was getting worse, Tim decided to do something. He had always been working out and trying to learn some fighting, because he had wanted to be like Batman; but that day he decided he was going to be Robin.
So, the boy rang the doorbell at Wayne Manor and told Bruce everything he knew and that he wanted to be the next Robin. It took some convincing, but at last, Bruce agreed.

ABILITIES:
•Genius deduction skills (as a result of above average IQ)
• Everything he was taught as Robin
• Computer genius
• High Emotional intelligence

APPEARANCE:
Dark brown hair, blue eyes, slim, tall.
More of a dancer’s figure. At times a little clumsy.

CHARACTER MOTIVATION:
Tim grew up in a stable environment without any harmful trauma (yet), so he doesn’t really have an internal drive to hurt or harm anyone. His primary motivation is to enforce justice and keep his Batfamily members safe. For him, being Red Robin is the way to feel like he is doing something important. Also, the adrenaline keeps him hooked.
Unlike the others, Tim doesn’t live at Wayne Manor, but goes home to his parents on weekends (the official story is that he is at a boarding school).

CONNECTIONS:
• Batfamily members (“family”)
• Roy (through past Young Justice experiences when Tim was still Robin)
• Jason (The “creepy older brother”)

WRITING SAMPLE:

Spoiler

Arsenal’s presence made Tim a little more confident, he knew that he would help keep those squabblers apart if necessary. The Red Robin knew that he could count on Roy, even though he didn’t entirely approve of his methods. They had worked together before and even though the archer was close to Jason personality- wise, he was sane enough to avoid unnecessary fights, like this one. There was a much more important thing to do right now, but as it seemed, neither Jason, nor Bruce were in any condition to protect that girl. Tim rolled his eyes.
“Okay. I know you’re angry at each other. But can someone please tell me what’s going on and why this girl is being followed? I think someone should question her. We need answers.”
Carefully, the former Robin placed a hand on Bruces shoulder. Touch had always helped to bring him back to reality when he was like this.

 

[Lotheralaix]

NAME:

Jason Peter Todd

AGE:

19 [ August 16th ]

BIOGRAPHY:

Born into a life of poverty and drug abuse, Jason attempts to lift the wheels off of the Batmobile for money to care for his mother. After being caught in the act, Bruce places Jason into a group home shortly for troubled youth. Shortly after which, Jason's mother passed away due to a drug overdose. Bruce thinking that he may steer Jason away from a life of criminal activity after the evident rage in the boy, took him out of the home to instead tutor him to become the second Robin after many collaborations. However, he was different in the suit than his predecessor in many aspects; using excessive force, brash, impulsive, and with a flimsy sense of right and wrong. Despite this, Jason was eager to learn from the bat and willing to keep his nose clean (in his own sense) as not to be thrown back onto the street.

Such behavior lead Jason to Ethiopia to find his real mother, Sheila, whom frames him to the Joker's hand. There he is beaten to a pulp with a crow bar [ creating a life long aversion to the tool ], and left for dead in a set explosion. Bruce unable to arrive in time takes home his son in a casket. Six months after his death, Jason awakens to being buried alive. Frantically digging his way out of his grave with his belt and bare hands, he escapes the grounds to wonder aimlessly until he is taken by a traveling couple to the hospital. Unidentified and ultimately comatose, Jason escapes the care of the hospital to roam the narrows of Gotham, muscle memory from his former days as Robin allowing for him to survive on instinct alone.

Talia Al'Ghul catches rumor of the dangerous comatose resembling her belove's Robin, her curiosity bringing her to capture Jason's mindless body. Unable to keep Jason as a glorified tool, Talia goes against her father's wishes by pushing him into the Lazarus Pit, allowing for his mind to be mended in a rush of memories. Alive and mortified, Jason is placed into training under the League of Shadows, where he hones his body to peak performance as an assassin. During his training Talia reveals to him things are different from the home that he thought to return to; he's been replaced by Tim Drake and life has carried well on it's own without him. Through an unfortunate side effect of the pit, Jason drowns in his rage, maddening him to the point of seeking vengeance towards his former mentor. The paranoia is practically clawing at his skin from the inside out. He's unable to sleep without nightmares of his death, of clawing out of his coffin, and the horrors that followed in his afterlife. In his newly peaked rage, Jason breaks into the Titan's Tower to challenge Tim, ultimately beating him within an inch of his life. His next reemergence is seen as an underworld crime-lord - The Red Hood.

He takes to the streets of Gotham with a new found catharsis, cleaning up the city in a way that Batman never could - by using lethal force for those he decided irredeemable. With his plans thwarted to kill the joker by a batarang to his throat, Jason flees Gotham to be found by the alien princess Starfire.

The pair locate and free Arsenal, forming the OUTLAWS where he would spend the next few years of his life as hired guns. With Kori's absence, he and Roy travel back to Gotham. With a shaky truce in place between he and the batfamily, Jason takes up his old neighborhood as his patrol territory.


ABILITIES:

Lazarus Enhancement; Inability to Age, Rapid Health Regeneration, 'Pit Madness', Strength, Stamina, Speed, Durability, Reflexes, Agility. Peak Human Conditioning [Borderline Superhuman]. Master Martial Artist. Multi-linguist. Expert Bomb Assembly/Diffusal. Expert Tactician. Stealth Mastery. Expert Marksmen. Weapon Proficiency. Expert Acrobat. Expert Escape Artist. Intimidation. Master Swordsman. Master Detective. Weapons: [Preferred] H&K P30 TACT [DUAL], H&K .45 USP TACT [DUAL], SIG365, SIGM400, MR556A1, MR762A1, Tasers, Grenades/Explosives, Knives.

APPEARANCE:

Towering at six foot three, he is the tallest of the former Robins. He's broad shouldered, and compact with lean muscle. Curly, unkempt raven hair with a ghostly white streak running through his bangs, a gift from his death trauma. Jade eyes that seep to a blazing emerald while enraged with the pit's call. His body sports much scarring from his days as Robin and Red Hood, most notably the gangly line across his jugular, and the eerie dusting of an autopsy incision down his chest.

CHARACTER MOTIVATION:

While sane, Jason holds a lawful evil stance; believing in lethal force over mercy and [ failed ] rehabilitation. He's protective [ possessive ] of what he considers his, and will go to great lengths to secure it.

Being an ex-mercenary and crime lord, he isn't above taking the occasional seedy job for the right price.

While consumed in 'Pit Madness', Jason acts in a blind rage, relentless and perilous. Like the cornered predator, he sees everything as a threat to his own survival.


CONNECTIONS:

Roy Harper [ ARSENAL ] - PRESENT

Met through 'older brother' Dick Grayson as Robin, and later sought out upon taking the Red Hood Mantle. After rescuing Roy from his imprisonment [ and subsequent execution ], Jason offers Roy a semi-permanent partnership alongside himself and Starfire as the OUTLAWS. Their partnership continuing past Kori's earth absence. Sharing intell, missions, weapons, and safe-houses, Jason considers Roy his best friend. The pair working together is chaotic at best; often playing off of another's competitive nature. They tend to be overly brazen and vulgar, constantly pushing boundaries, neither afraid to physically or emotionally harm the other. Jason is lenient of the archer, just as he is possessive. But most importantly, he hates that stupid fucking hat Roy wears.

Timothy Drake [ RED ROBIN ] - PRESENT

Replacement brought to his attention by Talia Al Ghul and later a flaming target for pit maddening rage. Unable to take Timothy's life despite being at his mercy following his attack, Jason's unjust hatred burst into a lowly hollow. Jason's flee from the infectious Gotham and forming of the OUTLAWS allowed for proper reflection and assessment of his replacement. Aided through guilt, a clearer state of mind, and (another shared) change of colors, Jason begun strides to right his past sins. A mutual respect for another's time as the Boy Wonder ( learning that he was idolized and photographed striking home more than anything ), the pair started anew. Rather than the competitive and mildly resentful dynamic shared between the two oldest Robins, Jason instead took on a more fraternal role in Tim's life. Brash with his teasing and training, Jason's number one motive being to get under Tim's skin, often trying to lure the boy into the more mischievous antics ( like getting Tim blubbering drunk ). Despite the playful nature of their 'bond', Jason is protective of the younger vigilante, more than ready to step in when called upon - especially if it pertains to Bruce.

WRITING SAMPLE:
*I write depending on my muse, thus I have provided two examples to showcase the differences*

Jason dropped the gun, kicking it in a random direction as he worked to lay the struggling body down to the ground, hushing the cries in what was supposed to be comforting. He didn't blame him for crying harder. One good look over his face and he knew that this person - this fucking kid was way too young to be playing out here on these streets. On another night he just might have some pity, might let him get away with minimal injury, a scare to shake him in his boots. But Jason wasn't feeling generous tonight. He needed to relieve the tension in body, needed to let his mind wonder on something other than the hidden bat in the rafters.

Once the body was laid out, Jason sat down, cradling the body against his chest, hooking his arms under the crying form's to keep him from being able to use them. His feet were planted on the ground, squeezing his thighs together to keep the boy firm in place from moving. Even with the terror written over the face looking up into the red of his helmet, Jason could see the youth in his features.

It was fucking disgusting.

He'd gone for his knife again, holding it steady in his hand when the body tried to thrash it's way out of his hold upon seeing the blade. He continued to tut and shush the male, knowing that it wasn't doing much of anything for really calming the male.

"So fucking noisy." He commented as his free hand came up to grip the edge of his jaw. Jason pried the mouth open, having to use more strength than he thought to keep it up and reach into the mouth to pull out the quivering pink muscle. Realization must have dawned on the boy, because he was crying out even louder now, his pleas muffled from the tongue in the way of forming proper words.

He brought the blade down, just resting it against the muscle at first, letting the boy stop his squirming as not to cut himself on the edge. Applying the smallest bit of pressure he watched the crimson start to spill out from the shallow cut, running down and accentuating the curve his throat in the awkward hold.

He just wouldn't shut up, and Jason was tired of warning him.

The blade cut through the tongue effortlessly, severing the muscle clean through. He could feel the warmth of the blood through his gloves as it pooled over. He would bleed out before Tim could even get down.

He kept the boy in his arms as he struggled for air, struggled like it would keep the blood from flowing and spilling out to the gravel below them. Held him just as tight until the last movement ceased and the chest stopped rising for air. Only let go when the glow of chestnut eyes dulled lifelessly.

Fuck, if Jason didn't feel alive then.

. - . - . - . - .

When did pinching his bridge turn into the pads of his fingers dancing down the contours of his nose? When did his hand even find the velvety soft skin of his bottom lip? Really, only the corner of said lip being soft and pillowy. The further inward his fingers traveled met with indentations of his teeth from worrying over the area like a life line. The further left he moved he could almost peel off the damaged skin, the thought being disgusting and satisfying all within the same breath. He'd been doing himself a favor by running his tongue over the flesh, making the glide of said fingers all the easier. Movement just a little too far and his middle finger was hooking into skin as his thumb and forefinger brushed over tapered edge of the ghost at his cheek. He could almost lose himself in the fantasy, that there was slender fingers prodding at his mouth in place of his own. Almost being shot to hell with his blunt nails now pressing into the raised outline of his cheek. Jason failed to pinpoint when exactly the placement of the bandage from that morning was removed. Another soft scrape and he was jolting slightly in his place as his nail met with the edge of fresh scabbing. His hand wasn't pulled away entirely, still far too enamored at the prospect of touch the same place was met with the back of his knuckles in gentle strokes.

The husk of Roy's low voice practically lapped at his ears, not quite dragging him from the trance, perhaps submerging him further into it. If he wracked his brain far enough he could draw out a rather shameful conversation of Jason confessing he fancied the sound of his friend's voice - not whatever that voice shaped, but the mere sound of it. Roy's constant chatter, though annoying at times, was comforting in it's own right. At first he thought it to be something as a white noise to keep him from falling into green tinted hazes, not entirely untrue. Only later would he admit to himself (begrudgingly at that) it was the familiarity that came with his voice. Roy had a strange appeal to his voice - he'd out to know when it was constantly buzzing in his ears - but that wasn't quite it either. It was the familiarity brought upon as his time served as the second boy wonder. Robin's weren't true heroes (much to his dismay in his youth), they weren't meant to save the day. They were just as bit as glamorous and flashy as their namesake; nothing more than a distraction. It may have started because Grayson was unable to keep his mouth shut for five seconds, but it became ritual because of it's effective nature. The Robin sang while the Bat swooped in. Jason liked Roy's constant chatter because even for a second, it was a piece of the home he knew. The ease brought with Roy's voice whether it be hearty and warm rays like the sun, or deep and gravely like gasoline was only an added bonus.

Roy must be repeating himself, waiting for Jason to answer. Or maybe he was rambling again. The archer had a knack for that even without the aid of herbal remedies. Whatever it was, Jason was lost to it. Allowed himself in what may have been days and months on end to simply exist as his hands ran over the cheap fabric of the couch behind his spine. Allowed the laughter (no doubt at his murky state) to lull him like the sweetest of lullabies as he lost himself in his senses. It wasn't a matter of if, rather a matter of time before his hands found the inverted seam of Roy's sweats. Offering no threat as he pinched and rolled it between his fingers, the languid nature of his actions following when he found the hand resting atop a bent knee. At first he simply drew meaningless patterns into the pale wrist and the base of his palm, careful to avoid the bloodied bandage when he sought higher. When he removed the blunt from his fingers it was really just meant so that he could bring it to his own lips and indulge in another few puffs (that he certainly shouldn't be taking such liberties to when he was already this far out of his head), but that too turned into an exploration of it's own when Jason couldn't stop smoothing over the skin between Roy's fingers, still warm from where the blunt was nestled seconds before. Didn't stop him from rubbing his thumb over each and every callus that the tips of the archer's fingers had to offer, the middle of course being the roughest of them all.

At this point whether Roy indulged Jason's need for stimulation was for his own personal benefit (loneliness tucked away deep within, or the more likely to tease Jason over) or because he was too locked in his own cloudy entrance hardly seemed to matter when the archer was being inviting enough to offer other hand for the very same treatment as the first. Once urged to return the paper Jason gave way far too easily. He was taking advantage of the request when he was slipping back onto the couch, hand not leaving it's purchase as it slid up the expanse of a forearm and to a firm bicep. He'd fingered over a few scars, never lingering for too long when the real prize was to be had further north. The raven could claim that when he placed the blunt back between Roy's lips it was nothing more than shallow waters- they both knew it to be a lie. Not when the digits strayed to the sharp prick of stubble just beneath his lips. Certainly not when he followed the line of his jaw or down the the side of his throat like he was making his own personal topographic map of Roy's very being. Even with the tender touches that followed, they both knew there wasn't any real intimacy behind it - at least not in the nature that most would take it as.It wasn't soothing or comforting. It was exactly at the surface and nothing more, unbashful touch.

Jason reasoned once that it wasn't like he was licking at the stubble like a hungry kitten once questioned, and his hands never made it past a hip bone ( how could he help himself when he caught sight of a particularly deep scar?). The touch was hypnotic in it's own right - something he dare not ask Roy if the sentiment was shared - but he wasn't pressing his fingers down into Roy's uninjured shoulder as means of lust. When his eyes followed the invisible trail left behind by his hand it was never with a leer. The worst of his actions could easily be concluded when he followed a drop of sweat into the dip of the muscled navel one blistering evening in Cuba. It's not as if he climbed over Roy (though he did earlier, small details) or vice versa. It's not like he was breathing into the lightly freckled skin, or tasting the tantalizing remains of the cheap cologne (that some how worked for the archer), and they were without a doubt not shot gunning smoke between another ( once was definitely enough for Jason to decide that was a sensory overload). No, no, it was no more sinful than Jason running his fingers over the upholstery of the couch.

Tell that to the quirk of a ginger brow and the slightest smirk curling in at the corner of Roy's lips.

Right, he should be answering Roy.. whatever it was that he was told - asked?







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[SerenaTheGoddess]

NAME:
Pamela Lilian Isley
Poison Ivy
AGE:
Adult.

BIOGRAPHY:
Pamela Isley is the beautiful daughter of wealthy parents from Seattle, but she was emotionally quite distant from them. Intellectually brilliant but shy and withdrawn, she immersed herself in advanced botanical biochemistry in college, proving to be a exemplary student with an unusual affinity for the world of plants. Unfortunately, Isley became seduced by her college professor, Dr. Jason Woodrue (who later became the villainous Floronic Man). As part of a twisted experiment, Woodrue injected Isley with a deadly plant-based poison, which caused her physiology to dramatically transform.

ABILITIES:
Ivy possesses a complete immunity to virtually all types of toxins and poisons, and she often employs them as weapons. The natural oils that her body produces are laced with biochemical toxins, so the very touch of her skin can poison a normal human if she so chooses. mesmerize and manipulate people, particularly men, by using her special pheromones. Poison Ivy has complete mental control over all forms of plant life, allowing her to animate them to attack and ensnare her opponents, and even to create powerful new plant hybrids for specialized purposes. Her expertise as a biochemist has allowed her to develop mutant plants and to create and bring to life plants that were long thought to be extinct.she can literally grow giant animated plants from seedlings in a matter of seconds. She has incorporated living vines into her costume which she can utilize as powerful extra limbs when in combat. She is now able to hear through plants, channel her consciousness into plant material even at great distances, growing and animating it into a formidable plant avatar under her control.
greater durability and resistance to injury than a normal human and is unusually agile, being able to effortlessly climb most surfaces. She is also unusually strong, possessing three times the strength of a female athlete of her same height, weight, and build.

WEAKNESSES:
Ivy's enhanced physiology is dependent on receiving a certain amount of sunlight, which she absorbs and converts to energy in much the same way plants do. She becomes greatly weakened if deprived of sunlight for an extended period of time.

APPEARANCE:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 153 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Chestnut

CHARACTER MOTIVATION:
She sees herself as the hand of Mother Nature. If Mother Nature were "God," then Ivy would be her "Jesus." She defends the defenseless nature of the world and truly believes in her cause. Maiming, mauling, and mutilating are extreme measures, but it's nothing compared to what humanity's done to the world of nature. Ivy always sees the greater good as she punishes those who deserve it. Currently she longs for companionship. Ivy wishes for someone like herself, someone who straddles both the human and plant worlds. Since she is the only living one, she must then..... create someone.

CONNECTIONS:
Selina Kyle is her ally as the both were Gotham City Sirens.
Batman and her have at times a very uneasy co-operational situation.

WRITING SAMPLE:​

She continues to walk thru the path of flowers and plants until, under her feet, charred plants begin to crunch, the smell of smoke tinges the air, and the sounds of the rustling plant life begins to fade behind her. The closer Ivy gets to this secluded corner of the gardens, the more muffed screams can be heard, and Ivy’s playful smile transforms into a sinister smirk. A giant pod, green with flecks of blue and purple hangs dangling from the barren burned area Ivy has reached. Ivy places her hands on the pod and sways it back and forth. Just as she does so a loud shriek comes from inside the pod. She stops the swaying and with the wave of her hand the pod begins to open up. Inside a terrified man bound in vines starts to scream again. He tries to struggle free of the vines as Ivy leans in closer, but to no avail. “As I’ve said before, no one can hear you, ugh, maybe I should lower your dosage”. Ivy reaches her hand out and places it on the terrified man’s face, and he instantly calms down. Able to produce any variety of toxin she wishes Ivy has just given him a dose plant based muscle relaxants and a light dose of natural amphetamines.

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Ivy thought about telling Harley of her year away. She didn't get the chance to tell her what was going on before she left. Just a note saying that she was leaving and that she would be in touch. Ivy felt a twinge of guilt as she thought of how she never had. She tried to put Gotham behind her. Ever since her sporelings left Ivy had missed the close relationship of family and friends. It was after they left that Ivy had decided to leave Gotham and try to put the loneliness and hurt behind her. Starting somewhere new without all the baggage that Gotham had given her. She knew it would be hard but she didn't care. She left Gotham and settled in a small town on the New England Coast. She became a college Professor of Botany and biochemistry. She tried the straight and narrow life there. Tried to make friends, tried the whole "human" thing. But in doing so, she was denying half of herself. It only lasted a year. Now realizing she can't be solely human or solely plant she returned to Gotham.



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[Comicwolf]

Oc info:
Lily master
Vigilante name: white archer or the city sometimes call her the white arrow
Suit: its like arrows but its white with hood and domino mask
Looks: long brown hair, brown eyes, skinny, grey t shirt, blue jeans. She also wears thin winter glooves and thin winter jacket
Personality: shy, kind and caring. Acts emotionless as white archer
Powers: ice and shifting to wolf
Weapon: ice bow and angelic arrows
Secret: she is not from this universe, she is from a different one, vlad her legal guardian was not kind and tries to take her powers away. She ran away and used a portal watch she created to get to gotham
CHARACTER MOTIVATION:
wants to bring vlad to justice and if she cant there are other ways to dispose of him
she cares for others but if mistreated anymore it might break her
will help anyone in need

CONNECTIONS: has trained with arrow few months ago and a blind vigilantie few years.
WRITING SAMPLE:
Lily was staying in the batmobile till something from the remains of the van caught her eye seeing a different robin look at her for a moment from far away then went over to batman, she exit the batmobile heading over to the remians of the van
Thats when she heard red was arguing with batman and her wolf crystal suddenly got pissed as well as herself when red said

"This whole mess started as soon as that doe eyed bitch -"

"Show up in my fuckin' alleyway like an abandoned puppy!"

Lily felt anger about it and can feel crystal wanting to take over to rip him to shreads. But shake her head trying to calm herself down as she walked over to the low fire remains of the van

"These morons tried t'ambush me an' that little spawn of yours at the fuckin' docks. Want proof? I'll show you the fuckin' bodies. You want to know where they came from? You don't even need my precious replacement to figure that one out!"

This suddenly caught her attention, 'why would they be there unless....' she figure it out slowly and finds a small flash drive quickly putting it in her pocket heading back over to the batmobile

But then hears red scream out
"You tell'er to get her ass outta that car and explain! Or better yet - Leave her! Just leave her!" Throwing his arms in the air didn't seem as smart of a move to convey his point when he could feel the warm trickle of blood at his side.

she took a calm breath trying to ignore reds words before they cause her to do something regrettable....

"Bait her or send her on her merry little way!"

Lily felt angered and went inside the batmobile taking several calm breaths as it the door closed, noticing a small batarang...picks it up checks around for any cameras once postive that there arent any...she use her ice powers on it but then the batarang broke due to the materials becoming weak due to the ice.
Her eyes widen feeling a bit worried, puts it under her seat to hide the evidence before batman comes back to the batmobile

biography: comes from another universe, brought here by her portal watch.....lily is living in gotham alone to hide herself from the ones after her until she comes up with a plan. she trained with two vigilanties and is now in gotham not just to hide but to help anyone humans or non humans.currently is staying at the batcave safehouse.

 

[TheSaint]

NAME: Roy Harper

AGE: 24

BIOGRAPHY: *Work in progress*
As an infant, Roy was raised by his father, a forest ranger called Roy Harper Sr, while the fate of his birth mother was unknown, something that Roy has questioned his entire life, not sure whether she left them or passed away, his fate always unknown to him. When his father died in a forest fire when Roy was small, he rescued a Navajo man named Brave Bow.

Brave Bow took Roy into his tribe and raised him as his own son, telling him about how his birth father saved him. Under Brave Bow's tutelage, Roy trained in archery, becoming remarkable at a very young age, winning several archery events. When Brave Bow learned of an illness that would lead to his death, he contacted Green Arrow, asking him to take Roy in and raise him after his death. After posing as a judge in an archery contest, Green Arrow was impressed by Roy's skills as an archer, which prompted to him test Roy's character by rigging his arrows with magnets so they can be deflected, where Roy proceeded to impress Green Arrow as well. After Brave Bow's death, Roy was adopted by Green Arrow and given the name: Speedy

The time spent as Speedy molded Roy into an excellent detective and of course only served to increase his skills with the bow, already quicker than Oliver at shooting arrows within a short period of time. Meeting other 'side' kicks over the years eventually lead to Roy, Robin, Aqualad, Wondergirl and Kid Flash forming the Teen Titans in an effort to climb out from the shadows of the heroes who had mentored them. His tactics grew less conventional during this time and Roy began slipping away from the ideals he'd carried for years, growing brash and reckless. Spiraling down into an exceptionally dark place where Killer Croc of all beings aided him in a recovery that couldn't stick to Archer, his nature wouldn't allow it.
Landing himself in prison, Roy was finally forced to slow down until Jason Todd and Starfire arrived to spring and recruit him, he has since been glued to the Red Hood and residing in Gotham.



ABILITIES:
Roy is incredibly adept with a bow, a faster shot than Green Arrow himself. He has the ability to take any weapon and masterfully use it in combat due to his years of training.
He has been extensively trained in Boxing, hand to hand combat and Moo Gi Gong. He has trained with Red Hood, Starfire, Nightwing, Black Canary, and Hal Jordan over the years making him fairly formidable in a variety of fighting styles.
He is fluent in Russian and Japanese, though out of practice.

CHARACTER MOTIVATION: *Editing*
Roy's motivation has evolved over the years, his morals loosening a great deal as he grew to understand the world around him. He jas grown addicted to the rush of bringing down criminals, really being a vigilante fills the growing void inside of Roy Harper. Spoiling plans and bringing lunatics to justice at any cost is the path Roy believes he's on.

CONNECTIONS:
Jason Todd

Roy's partner and co-dependant enabler, the two met through Dick Grayson and were reunited when Jason and Starfire kindly sprung Roy from jail and kept him alive. The offered partnership was a new start for Roy, a way for him to embrace a darker form of vigilanteism and keep his least harmful vices. With time he grew to heavily rely on Jason, particularly once Starfire left Earth, his world suddenly shrinking and an unhealthy reliance on Red Hood took over.
Barely appropriate when in the same room, Jason and Roy have no concept of boundaries and often neglect personal space without hesitation.

Dick Grayson

Roy's relationship with Dick is friendly, borderline inappropriate, and incredibly complicated. Embarking on a turbulent relationship for a few years, the pair fell out when the Titans dissolved after the attacks on the tower, Roy believing Dick chose to abandon him after so much loss.
The two don't spend much time together since Roy's fall from grace and subsequent partnership with Red Hood's Outlaws.

*Each past/present connection is to be discussed at length between writers, this is the only place where vague descriptions are acceptable as details will be revealed through writing alone.

WRITING SAMPLE:
Coming.

 

[KaeSwift]

NAME:
Selina Patience Kyle

AGE:
Nothing over 29

BIOGRAPHY:
Selina Kyle was born to Brian and Maria Kyle in the slums of Gotham City. Her mother was never close to Selina or her sister Maggie and would often rather spend time with her cats then her children. Her father was an abusive and drunken man who would always quarrel with Maria, a homemaker. In her spare time, Selina took gym lessons not just as an extra curricular, but to sometimes avoid the domestic violence at home. One day, as she returned home from school, Selina found her mother lying in the bath tub filled with blood. Apparently, Maria had committed suicide by cutting her wrists with a razor blade. Selina’s father hated Selina because she looked like her mother, eventually he drank too much and succumbed to alcohol poisoning. Selina called the police but as soon she hung up the phone, she packed her bag and ran away from home.

ABILITIES/GADGETS:
Agility
Animal Control
Escape Artist
Feral
Intellect
Leadership
Marksmanship
Stamina
Stealth
Tracking
Expert Burglar
Skilled hand to hand combat
Gymnast
Utilizes bullwhips, sharp retractable claws and climbing pitons
Caltrops
Bolas

APPEARANCE:
Height: 5'11
Weight: 146
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black

CHARACTER MOTIVATION:
" I don't ever want to rely on anyone but myself. I'll go where I want to go, take what I want to take. And never, ever look back."

CONNECTIONS:
Bat-family, Holly Robinson, Maggie Kyle, numerous fences, Slam Bradley Jr., Helena Kyle

WRITING SAMPLE:​

Selena sat peering at the roof of a 2 story jewelry store watching security guards switching shift. She pulled out her phone to check the time "12 on the dot, like clockwork." She had done 2 nights of surveillance before she pulled off the heist just to make sure she was on top of her game. The security guard that works the day shift pulls out of the parking lot and drives away she grins slightly "Showtime." She puts her phone back into her suit and zips it up, standing on the edge of the building across from the jewelry store she dives across to the next building.

Her claws catch the edge of the jewelry store and she climbs up then immediately leans against the side of the air duct waiting for the guard to walk by. The guards boots are loud and as soon as she sees the tip of his boot she jumps in front of him catching him off guard he stumbles back a few steps then she jumps up and gets behind him, wrapping her legs around his neck and her hands over his mouth, his muffled screams cant be heard and she tightens her legs around his neck "Come on big guy its nap time." After about 15 seconds his body goes limp and he falls to the ground. She wastes no time going over to the air duct and pulling the vent off the front of it and quickly slides down to the first floor.

She exits the vent into a large showroom filled with glass and jewelry. She takes out a piece of paper that has a picture of what shes supposed to steal. "That's all? This room is filled with beautiful jewelry and all they want is this piece of crap? Im gonna have to take a little something for me for my time being wasted." She puts the paper away and looks into all the glass cases until she finds the diamond she needs. She gets down eye level to the lock and pulls her lockpick out of the sleeve of her suit, puts it into the lock and twists and turns it for a few seconds and the lock falls off, she opens the case and takes the diamond and the one next to it and drops them both into a pouch. "Now to make the drop and collect my money."

Just as she was turning around about to head out the lights turned on "What the hell?" Looking around she sees the guard from the roof conscious and holding a gun, and the guard that she thought had left and another guy she'd never seen next to him holding a gun. "Move nice and slow and you wont get hurt, drop the diamond and put your hands in the air." The guard says. She slowly reaches to her belt and grabs a round of caltrops then quickly throws the in the face of the guard holding the gun, he screams and fires off a few shots trying to hit Catwoman. He sits the gun down and starts rubbing his face while one of the other guards tries to get the gun off the floor, Catwoman quickly takes her whip from her hip and flings it at the gun, wrapping it around the gun and throwing it across the room and then gathers her whip and wraps it around her waist. The other 2 guards start to charge her but she runs away from them and makes her way back to the vent, climbs up quickly to get back on the roof. She runs across the roof jumping back across to another building not looking back thinking to herself that it may have been a set up but that would make it the 3rd set up in 2 months. "I'll get to the bottom of this soon, someones out to get me." She continues across the city jumping from rooftop to rooftop until she gets to her hideout.

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[RogueBird]

NAME: Richard "Dick" John Grayson

AGE: 22

BIOGRAPHY: *WIP / Possible changes needed*
He was the youngest of his family to perform the stunts his parents had been doing for years. He had been doing an average performance with Mary and John Grayson when the mob boss, Tony Zucco decided to end their act early. The wire snapped and the young Dick Grayson had to watch as his parents plummeted to their deaths. He had met Jim Gordon and Bruce Wayne that night. Wayne had paid for his parents' burial and then adopted Grayson as his young ward soon after that
After finding out Bruce was batman Dick became Robin. These two were an inseparable duo. After years of working with two separate teams, The Young Justice team and Teen Titans, Dick decided to change his identity and become Nightwing.

He had to watch as his brother, the first of many, become Robin... And then eventually go to his doom. Even with his slight distaste for Jason's slightly skewed sense of morality, he was extremely upset over the boys passing. He was, to say the least, happy that Jason was alive... But that changed once he saw how the male acted. Now he was iffy on the male, really unwilling to work with him unless he had a buffer to keep one of them from killing the other.

ABILITIES:
- Acrobatics
- Eskrima
- Judo
- Decent Hacker

APPEARANCE:
Height: 5'10
Weight: 175lbs
Hair: Raven Black
Eyes: Ice blue
At the moment Grayson is in his peak physical condition, lean and firm. He is, at the moment, the second tallest robin out of the bunch. He is the most average out of them when it comes to height and weight. Because of his acrobatic training he has always been able to stay on the leaner side. He has a few scars from his robin days, but most of his scars are more recent... Coming from battles as Nightwing. His raven-colored hair is always messy as Nightwing, sometimes long enough to cover his eyes. As Dick, his hair is usually styled up with gel to keep his hair away from his face.

CHARACTER MOTIVATION:
His family and close friends are his strongest motivators. If someone were to kill one of his younger brothers he could easily snap and break the biggest rule in the bat-fam "No Killing".
His job is also another big motivator, working in the BCPD during the day to help catch criminals the 'legal way'

CONNECTIONS:
Roy Harper
He and Roy had a complex relationship. They were close friends for a while, being able to hang out even outside of the masks when it was possible. However, he ended up cutting the relationship back a lot as Jason and Roy got closer. As much as he loved his brother, and Roy, he really did not like the relationship they begun to form. It was a dangerous partnership he wanted no part of.

*Each past/present connection is to be discussed at length between writers, this is the only place where vague descriptions are acceptable as details will be revealed through writing alone.
WRITING SAMPLE:
*Provide a small piece showcasing your writing style and abilities from the point of view of your character!
(Anything in Italics are random characters inserted to help move the writing if needed *Partner is made up for this moment*)

"Detective Richard Grayson you're needed in the interrogation room."

Dick half-rolled his eyes. This was the second time today they needed him in there. His partner had caught a gang member working for one of the 'notorious' mob bosses in Bludhaven. The guy hadn't answered any questions from any of the other officers and he started to get a little 'testy' constantly. He pushed his chair back and silently walked into the hallway and then into the first door on the right, on the other side of the two-way glass. This was were all the recording set-ups were and where he and his partner could talk without any interruptions from the guy.

Once he shut the door the words that spewed from his partner's mouth were almost immediate. "That guy is insufferable. Won't talk. Says he can't pay for a lawyer and then when we offer to get him one he almost screams no in my face! How are we supposed to interrogate him if he can't get a lawyer and refuses one of ours?"

"Technically we can't. I think he's waiting for the 24-hour mark. Then we gotta release him and try again, but we probably won't catch him again."
Alex looked like he wanted to strangle Dick for the, completely accurate, words that fell from his mouth. "Grayson! What? Are you joking? Do you really want to let one of thee guys get away? Do you know the damage that'll cause?"

"Ah, Yeah. I do. I'm the one who tracked him down... This time you just did the leg work. You read him his Miranda rights, it's up to him to just accept and get this over with. We don't actually have solid evidence of anything yet and ─"
"Really, I didn't know that!"

Dick sighed and started to pace. "Give him his phone call yet?"
"No, he didn't ask."
"Offer it. Then maybe he'll get himself one of the mob lawyers and we've got ourselves a conversation."
"Fine... Whatever."

The younger detective watched as his older partner begrudgingly stomped back into the actual interrogation room and begun to spew some more... spiteful language... towards the gangster.

Hours later

By the end of the day, they had nothing. No leads, no gangster. Dick went home and his partner did as well.

Grayson had other plans besides sifting through evidence, however. He decided to pay the gangster a less... Conventional visit. He pulled his suit on and went on the prowl for his 'victim.'

It did not take long for him to find the man. He was at the Parallel. A smaller nightclub for richer cliental. Based on the guy's words from earlier he shouldn't be there... But it did not take long for the vigilante to put two and two together. He was at the club meeting the big boss. Nightwing had to hang around on the rooftop across the street for what seemed like ages before the gangster showed his face. He followed him along rooftops, waiting until the man stupidly walked straight into an alleyway. He dropped on the dumpster with a loud thud.

He watched, almost with a sense of amusement, as the man jumped and jerked around pointing a gun at him. "Are you really going to shot me? Or are ya gonna put the gun down?" It was a split-second decision but the guy decided to shoot. With his trembling hand, he missed, but just barely. That caused Nightwing to act, dropping off the dumpster and moving quickly.

He disarmed the guy but did not escape the few punches and kicks that were thrown at him. He grabbed the guys arm at the 5th(ish) punch that was thrown his way. He took it and spun him around, pressing the guy hard into the wall nearest to them both. He heard a small pop and the guy let out a blood-curling scream. Popped his shoulder out of his socket. "Now, how about you drop a little information for me? And you can go free..."
"Okay! Okay! Maroni is having a drug shipment coming in soon."
"When?" Dick pulled his arm just a little further.
"I don't know! I don't know!"
He sighed, but he did let him go. That was good enough. Survalience should be able to match both this guy and Maroni in the club, so they could bring him back for questioning with some new terms.
The gang member slid down the wall cradling his arm. "You... You Broke my arm!"
"I did not... I just dislocated it..." He paused, moving to put it back in place, which prompted another scream from the man. "See..."

He was going to get into contact with Jim Gordon once they get this guy's testimony on tape. Then this whole case will be off his and his partner's case... Whether the guy likes it or not.

 

[Mr. Sparks]

Name: Harrison Quinzel or Harley Quinn
Age: 23
Bio: Harrison went to college for psychology and became a psychologist to understand his own family. He worked at the Arkham asylum and was assigned to the Joker. He soon fell in love with the joker and became Harley Quinn.

Abilities: although Harley has no powers, he’s still really strong and agile.

Appearance: Harley has blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m not good at describing when I’m tired so basically he looks like the picture I put.

Motivation: What drives Harley to be the way he is, is his love for the joker. He may not return Harley’s feelings, but He would do anything for The Prince of Crime

Connections: One sided crush on the Joker.


Writing sample:
(Prepare for worst thing ever.)

Harley looked down from where he was standing, at the top of a building. The streets were filled with cars and other vehicles. He looked up at the sky as a symbol flashed across the sky. Harley smiled menacingly, because he knew the bat would be coming. Harley looked at the bodies at his feet and sat at the edge, waiting for Batman to come and find him.

(I know it’s not that good but I’m really tired.)

 

[Comicwolf]

Who is still intrested?

 

[TheSaint]

I am.

 

[Lotheralaix]

I am

 

[MePersonally]

Same goes for me. Idk whose turn it is

 

[Comicwolf]

We need to find out

If its spark then he wont be on till later tonight possibly

 

[TheSaint]

It's Rogue, they're working on it last I checked

 

[Murdergurl]

NAME: Naomi Anderson

AGE: 32

BIOGRAPHY:
Once a stunt driver for movie productions, Naomi found herself out of work after suffering an accident on the job. Drowning in the strife of Gotham City, she eventually turned to robbery and theft in order to survive. As is common in Gotham, she eventually met other criminals in like situations, and fell in with a cadre of small-time thugs. Naomi is by no means a contender to the criminal masterminds that plague Gotham City. But she has occasionally found work that trickles down from those major villains; knocking over stores, robbing various materials and contraband, securing weapons shipments, etc. But her role thus far is always bottom level. Only by sheer luck has she managed to not be apprehended in her various endeavors. Many of her comrades have been captured by Batman over the years, serving various sentences in prison or jail. Recently, Naomi has grown weary of her bottom rung role, and seeks to prove herself to important crime figures so that she can pick herself out of the drudges.


SKILLS:

• Firearms Affinity - Amateur
• Breaking and Entering - Practiced
• Evasive Driving - Expert
• Automotive Repair - Expert
• Underworld Contacts - Amateur

APPEARANCE:

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CHARACTER MOTIVATION:
Crime pays more than honest work in Gotham. Better to be on the trigger end of the gun than at the barrel.

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Murdergurl
MST -7 (But my times online are all over the place)
Character Concept:
Naomi is a small-time thug trying to gain renown and join up with the major players in Gotham City crime.

 

[Comicwolf]

NAME: Naomi Anderson

AGE: 32

BIOGRAPHY:
Once a stunt driver for movie productions, Naomi found herself out of work after suffering an accident on the job. Drowning in the strife of Gotham City, she eventually turned to robbery and theft in order to survive. As is common in Gotham, she eventually met other criminals in like situations, and fell in with a cadre of small-time thugs. Naomi is by no means a contender to the criminal masterminds that plague Gotham City. But she has occasionally found work that trickles down from those major villains; knocking over stores, robbing various materials and contraband, securing weapons shipments, etc. But her role thus far is always bottom level. Only by sheer luck has she managed to not be apprehended in her various endeavors. Many of her comrades have been captured by Batman over the years, serving various sentences in prison or jail. Recently, Naomi has grown weary of her bottom rung role, and seeks to prove herself to important crime figures so that she can pick herself out of the drudges.


SKILLS:

• Firearms Affinity - Amateur
• Breaking and Entering - Practiced
• Evasive Driving - Expert
• Automotive Repair - Expert
• Underworld Contacts - Amateur

APPEARANCE:

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CHARACTER MOTIVATION:
Crime pays more than honest work in Gotham. Better to be on the trigger end of the gun than at the barrel.

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Murdergurl
MST -7 (But my times online are all over the place)
Character Concept:
Naomi is a small-time thug trying to gain renown and join up with the major players in Gotham City crime.

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