So, after many tries and fails, I've decided to give up on Bullseye. Can't seem to get started, so I don't see myself committing full time to the character. I did, however, have an arc in mind involving this next character...
"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Master Bruce
Character you would like to play: Oliver Queen, The Green Arrow
Powers: None. Ollie has a profeciency with archery, extending to everything from standard equipment to crossbows. A trained street fighter and fencer, Queen is also a keen strategist.
Brief biography of the character's history: Some many years ago, the name Oliver Queen was only associated with an irresponsible billionaire heir who's sole claim to fame was throwing the biggest parties and leaving with the most women on his arm. That all changed, when during a cruise aboard his yacht, Ollie fell overboard and was adrift in the ocean. Washing upon a local, but deserted island, Queen was forced to act in order to survive. Constructing a makeshift bow and arrow and teaching himself to use it in order to catch wildlife for food, Ollie mastered the weapon. So much so, that three years later, when a group of poachers came to the island, Ollie overpowered them solely with the same bow. Using their boat to travel back to America, Queen decided it was time to become a changed man. Growing a goatee and selling off most of his major assets, Queen decided that he would fight for the same struggling underclass that he became on that island using his newfound skills as an archer. He would don the emerald disguise of Star City's protector, The Green Arrow.
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: Ollie's become one of my favorite characters in comics, but playing him is a whole different challenge. I want to continue to perfect on my interpretation of the character, and delve into what makes him tick, aswell as his mythology and his place within the One Universe. Plus, who better to tangle with my Tony Stark?
What can you bring to this game?: A tire, a boot, a tin can, and this book of cliche's.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Green, Georgia
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: Depends on the pace of everything. I know that I intend to at least post every other day, if my schedule permits it.
Please provide a sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 5 paragraphs long and contain at least 3 line of dialogue):
"Ladies, ladies, ladies! Where've you been hiding?"
The models under Oliver Queen's arm simultaneously giggled to themselves, as Queen watched his dice shoot across the craps table. Even before rolling, he had the feeling that this was going to be the start of his lucky streak. Unfortunately, that guess was a bit off, as the dice came to a rolling land in the middle of the table. Two 'ones' prominently displayed themselves infront of Ollie's face, as he shrugged off the bit of misfortune.
"Well, hell. You can't win 'em all.", He stated to the women.
"Of course, you wanna talk about winning, I can show you a sport I take pride in excelling at..."
The girls all grinned towards eachother. But just as Ollie was prepared to pay his tab and head out with each and every one of them, his driver came strolling up to the table, with Queen's personal cellphone in hand.
"Mr. Queen, you have an urgent telephone message."
Queen raised an eyebrow, snatching the phone.
"Can't wait, huh?"
Pressing the phone to his ear, Queen cleared his throat before speaking.
"Ollie Queen. World's unluckiest bachelor and all around decent tipper speaking."
"Ollie! Thank God! We've got a situation!"
Queen squeezed the bridge of his nose, looking back at the waiting models.
"Yeah, I've got one here too. I'm betting your's won't end with your balls being taped to your knees."
"Sir, there's a hostage situation at Queen Industries! Terrorists with guns have taken over the entire facility! They're demanding ten million's pay within the hour, otherwise they'll kill everyone inside."
Suddenly, Ollie became serious, as he calmly pondered the situation.
"How many?"
"Hostages?"
"Terrorists."
"Oh. Uh... five. Six, maybe."
Ollie grinned to himself.
"That all?"
"Uh... yeah. Yes, sir."
"Goodie. Just stay calm, and for the love of God, don't negotiate. I'll be right over."
"...Sir?"
Closing the phone, Ollie ran back to the models, apologetically.
"Sorry, ladies. Seems I've got prior engagements to uphold. Buisness crap and all that."
The women frowned, as one asked, "What kind of buisness?"
Ollie smirked, one last time, already mentally counting the amount of arrows he was going to load into the quiver.
"Nothin' groundbreaking. Just gonna say hello to some new friends of mine."
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?: