DC RPG Season V Application
Screen Name: Apprentice
Character you would like to play: Timothy "Tim" Drake/Robin
Powers: Tim has no metahuman abilities, but, having been trained by the Batman, he is a gifted detective, talented martial artist, and all-around formidable combatant. He is equipped with several non-lethal gadgets that assist him whilst fighting crime.
Group your character is aligned with (if applicable): JLA, Batman, leader of the Teen Titans
Three reasons why you have chosen that character:
1) He's one of my favourite DC characters.
2) I think that I have a solid grasp on his character, having read every issue of his current ongoing series, and most of the other series he has featured in (Young Justice, Teen Titans, etc).
3) He's the closest guy left to Batman, and hey...in some respects, he's just as cool.
Write two complete sentences using proper English grammar explaining what you plan to do with the character you've chosen: I want to strengthen his ties to the rest of the DCU, re-establish him as a reliable leader, and put him through some trials that a street-level hero normally would not. Is that two sentences yet?
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many times as I have to.
Color and font you plan on using for your characters speech: Robin/Tim
Do you have an Instant Messenger? Which one, and what is your screen name?: [email protected]
How did you find out about this game, Recruitment thread/word of post/seeing the RPG OOC/IC thread?: I...erm...saw it.
Please provide a small sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in:
Gunshots.
They rang all around him, several piercing his cape as it rippled out behind his blurred form. Dodging bullets was not usually such a strenuous activity...but the assassins he was confronting were good.
Very good. Robin ascended with a hiss, his grappling line yanking him free of the alleyway's constraints and into the trajectory of a barrage of projectiles. He twisted as he rose, the bullets whizzing past him at phenomenal speed. Cursing under his breath, the teen vigilante released the line and planted his booted feet squarely on the bricked wall.
Gotta time this just right...
And then he drove himself back, kicking off from the vertical surface and curling into a somersault. He landed with a grunt, directly behind the trio of gunmen, bo staff suddenly in hand. Expertly weaving it from one opponent to the next, Robin swept one's legs from beneath him and struck the second's chest. The final, aware of the Teen Wonder's tactic, dove as the staff whipped out at his torso. His weapon's barrel snapped up, but Robin has alreayd intercepted the weapon, and jammed a single gloved fist into his features. The final enemy whimpered, and fell unconscious.
And then, pain struck Robin's shoulder. A strange coldness enveloped him as he stumbled, blood gushing from the wound and soaking into his costume. He'd been shot. Shot...
...and a face hovered over him.
No.
No!
"Dad...?"
), I can do it later.
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