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The "World of Heroes" DC RPG Season VII Application
Screen Name: The Mighty Thor
Character you would like to play (please include the color and font you plan on using to portray the character): Oliver Queen/Green Arrow
Powers and Brief Origin (provide at least two sentences) If you copy/paste this information from another website, link back to it, or it is considered plagiarism and is not allowed. : Ollie is a master archer with an arsenal of trick arrows and an extensive knowledge of martial arts. He is also extremely wealthy, being the CEO of Queen Industries.
Group your character is aligned with (if applicable): None yet.
Write two complete sentences using proper English grammar. One to explain what you plan to do with the character you've chosen. The other to explain why you've chosen this character. (i.e. What are your goals? Will you be doing anything different with the character than is usually seen?): I really want Ollie to set up his own Justice League Elite to give him a clear position in this universe. I've chosen him because he's a character with lots of potential, especially as a team leader.
Do you have an Instant Messenger? Which one, and what is your screen name?: I have AIM - HighVelocity2424.
If you know how to post pictures, please provide a picture of your character you wish to be used for the Character Roster (if you do not know how, or do not have a preference, please say so and a default picture shall be picked for you):
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Please provide a small sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 3 paragraphs long and contain at least one line of dialogue):
"Mr Queen, I'm sorry to disturb you, but you have a visitor. I told him you don't accept anyone without an appointment but he's...persistent."
I didn't hide the irritation in my less-than-subtle sigh. It hadn't been a good night. There'd been no big threats, but I'd taken on a gag of junkies and a few of them scored some lucky hits. My back was painfully sore, a bruise pretty much covered my left thigh, and my shoulder ached. Needless to say, I wasn't in the mood for unscheduled meetings. Especially when I hired this pretty little assistant girl for eye candy, not for delivering bad news at eight in the morning. I grabbed for my coffee and let her hang for a few seconds while I took a gulp, then spluttered in disgust as I realised it was cold. Damn girl couldn't even serve hot coffee, apparently.
"Okay, Annie, what's this pushy guy's name?" I ask briskly, tugging at my goatee in frustration.
Annie pouted and frowned. "My name is Julia, sir. And your guest is a Mr..." She checked her clipboard. "...Naif al-Sheikh. Shall I send him in or away?"
My eyes shot wide open and my jaw dropped. Naif al-Sheikh was an old teammate from my days in the Elite, a black ops strike force that hadn't ended well. There were certain members that I hadn't expected to see again, and al-Sheikh was one of them. He was a snappy, cynical little man who had probably given me lung cancer ten times over from all the second hand smoke he kicked out, but he was a decent part of the group. The one you knew you could trust yet distrusted at the same time. Why was he here?
I stood and tightened my tie. "Send him in. Mr al-Sheik is an old friend."
Julia (or whatever her name was) nodded and allowed al-Sheikh to pass her before closing the door behind him. He hadn't changed much; the smell of stale smoke still hit me from the other end of the office, the red robes were still neatly pressed, and the beard was still precisely clipped. The only difference was the slight tremor of desperation in his voice as he spoke.
"We need to talk. Vera's gone and I require your help to recover her."
Straight down to business, as always. Vera Black had been the Elite's founder and leader, a shady but reliable figurehead. "Whaddya mean, 'gone'?"
"I mean she was out on assignment and hasn't reported in for three days," he snapped. "For all I know, she could very well be dead. And if that's true, then her assignment has to be completed regardless."
"...fine. Take a seat." I slumped back into my own, muttering, "Don't pull your punches, do ya?"
Approved.