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World of Legends The New DC RPG: Character Application:
Character Name: Red Robin (Timothy Drake/Wayne)
Alignment (Hero, Villain, Walking the Line): Hero
Character Speech Color and Font (actually say what it is, like Blue Comic Sans): Dark Red Verdana Bolded/Unbolded
Powers and Abilities: Possessing a keen analytical mind from as early of an age as nine, Tim's prowess as a detective was only strengthened under years of tutilage from Bruce Wayne. Trained in several forms of martial arts by Batman and his closest allies, Tim's also a profound gymnast, a skilled mechanical engineer, and knowledge of a majority of the world's dialect, among other skills acquired as a longstanding member of The Bat-Family.
Character Origin/Backstory: As a small child, Timothy Drake was one in a large crowd of spectators that watched as trapeze artist Dick Grayson's parents were brutally taken from him. The event burned in his fragile memory, Tim was shocked to notice something familiar from the event, years later, in a televised broadcast of a hostage situation being defused by Batman and his new sidekick, Robin. The Boy Wonder had seemingly mastered a move only able to be performed by a few people in the world, including Dick Grayson, who had performed it the very night Tim and his parents had attended Haly's Circus. Piecing together that Robin was Grayson, and by association, that Batman was in reality billionaire Bruce Wayne, who had publicly taken in the boy as a ward, Tim kept the knowledge to himself until the time was right.
That time came years later, when The Dark Knight, blinded in his grief after suffering the loss of the second Robin, began to act irrationally in a fit of rage that left behind scores of victims across Gotham City. Taking matters into his own hands, Tim journeyed to Wayne Manor and confronted Alfred Pennyworth and the adult Dick Grayson, explaining what he knew in an effort to coerce Grayson into reassuming the Robin mantle, explaining that Batman needed a Robin in order to keep him from succumbing to darkness. When his plan failed, Tim adopted the garb of Robin himself and earned the position after bravely taking on Two-Face to convince Batman of the same. Wayne hesitantly decided that he'd train him, and in the years since, Tim proved that he was above and beyond a worthy successor to the mantle of Robin.
When Batman was believed to be dead at the hands of Darkseid during an event known as the Final Crisis, Tim refused to give into the notion that he was really gone. Ousted from the Robin identity in Dick Grayson's attempt to rehabilitate Damian Wayne, the new Robin to Grayson's Batman, Tim was forced go about his own mission to find the missing Bruce Wayne in a new disguise inspired by a figure from a parallel world - Red Robin. By the time he'd proven everyone right and aided in bring Bruce Wayne back from the recesses of time, Tim had also proven himself his own man, reaching adulthood as an independent crimefighter.
In the nine months since the death of Alfred Pennyworth, Tim has worked in tandem with fellow crimefighters Oracle, Batgirl, Black Bat, and other members of Batman, Incorporated to protect Gotham City in the absence of The Dark Knight. And while they've been marginally successful, it's become clear that they're on the losing side of a battle for Gotham's soul. Tim's slowly began to build up a resentment towards his former mentor for abandoning them, but secretly, he hopes to see Bruce finally move past his grief and return to the role he was meant for as Gotham's Caped Crusader...
Why this character? Out of all the Robins, Tim was always my absolute favorite. As a character, he combines the best aspects of Batman with the best aspects of Nightwing, creating a uniquely compelling individual all on his own. Playing Tim along with Batman himself allows me to not only further the overall story for Gotham in this season, but awards me a chance to play a character less rooted in darkness and have a bit of fun with everything.
What can you bring to the RPG? The fever, the rage, the feeling of helplessness that turns good men... cruel.
And puppies that SuperFerret hasn't murdered yet.
Provide a short sample post as your desired character, in three paragraphs or more and featuring at least one line of dialogue:
"We know what we're doing."
I hate this. I mean, I'm really starting to hate this.
It was one thing when he decided to take some time away from the cape and cowl. That I completely understood. Alfred was like a father to him - hell, he was like a grandfather to the rest of us, so for him to take it harder than anyone else is perfectly reasonable. We all needed a little time to get our heads together after a loss that sudden, and that was one of the worst. But whenever he decided to get back in, I figured it'd be a little more... literal. Instead, I feel like he's watching over my shoulder at every turn. I never felt that way in all the years we worked together as Batman and Robin. But I guess that's because I felt like I was dealing with more of a person back then. After all the attempts we've individually made to get him out of that mansion, I'm starting to feel like it's more and more of a lost cause.
"Hey, Tim. You maybe wanna tone it down in the 'bitingly angry' department? We're kind of in the middle of something important."
I almost want to ask Stephanie if she remembered to isolate the com-channel so that she didn't just blurt out my name infront of Batwoman, but I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.
"I'm not angry, Steph."
"Well, don't act like it, then. You're starting to act like this all the time."
I go to say something derogatory, but I stop myself. Then smirk it off, realizing that she's right. It's not just some random hoods we're dealing with this time. This is Two-Face, otherwise known as one of the single most dangerous criminals Gotham's ever faced in a city full of scumbags who'd qualify for that title. I've got to get my head in the game if we stand even a chance of remotely seeing him go back to Blackgate. And eventually, back to Arkham, if they ever get around to getting that rebuilt for the three hundredth time.
But it's just so frustrating to deal with. I don't know how much more I can keep working with him if he's gonna be like this. Last week, Steph asked me if everything was alright between me and Bruce. And I told her everything was fine, but maybe I lied. Maybe I'm a little mad at him. And maybe, just maybe I'm going about it in the least subtle way imaginable. But after all these years, and with the all the leeway he's given Dick and Jason to call him out on everything he's advertently or inadvertently done with complete disregard for the rest of us, I think I deserve the occasional biting remark, at least. It's about the only thing I have left to say until he starts acting like himself again.
"Okay. Alright, I'll... try and lay off a bit."
"That's all we ask. And just so you know, we're all a little mad at him too. It's okay to admit it. Just... remember where your head's at, alright?"
I feel a small smile emerge from under the doom and gloom that's probably etched on my face right now. I don't know how she still manages to do it after all these years, but Stephanie always seems to get at least one of those out of me. When she's not, y'know... admitting to faking her death for a few months or something. Still not sure if I've given her enough grief about that one.
"Alright."
"..."
"Steph, uh... did you..."
"Yes, I remembered to isolate the com-channels."
"Right. Cool."
"Jerk."
Character Name: Red Robin (Timothy Drake/Wayne)
Alignment (Hero, Villain, Walking the Line): Hero
Character Speech Color and Font (actually say what it is, like Blue Comic Sans): Dark Red Verdana Bolded/Unbolded
Powers and Abilities: Possessing a keen analytical mind from as early of an age as nine, Tim's prowess as a detective was only strengthened under years of tutilage from Bruce Wayne. Trained in several forms of martial arts by Batman and his closest allies, Tim's also a profound gymnast, a skilled mechanical engineer, and knowledge of a majority of the world's dialect, among other skills acquired as a longstanding member of The Bat-Family.
Character Origin/Backstory: As a small child, Timothy Drake was one in a large crowd of spectators that watched as trapeze artist Dick Grayson's parents were brutally taken from him. The event burned in his fragile memory, Tim was shocked to notice something familiar from the event, years later, in a televised broadcast of a hostage situation being defused by Batman and his new sidekick, Robin. The Boy Wonder had seemingly mastered a move only able to be performed by a few people in the world, including Dick Grayson, who had performed it the very night Tim and his parents had attended Haly's Circus. Piecing together that Robin was Grayson, and by association, that Batman was in reality billionaire Bruce Wayne, who had publicly taken in the boy as a ward, Tim kept the knowledge to himself until the time was right.
That time came years later, when The Dark Knight, blinded in his grief after suffering the loss of the second Robin, began to act irrationally in a fit of rage that left behind scores of victims across Gotham City. Taking matters into his own hands, Tim journeyed to Wayne Manor and confronted Alfred Pennyworth and the adult Dick Grayson, explaining what he knew in an effort to coerce Grayson into reassuming the Robin mantle, explaining that Batman needed a Robin in order to keep him from succumbing to darkness. When his plan failed, Tim adopted the garb of Robin himself and earned the position after bravely taking on Two-Face to convince Batman of the same. Wayne hesitantly decided that he'd train him, and in the years since, Tim proved that he was above and beyond a worthy successor to the mantle of Robin.
When Batman was believed to be dead at the hands of Darkseid during an event known as the Final Crisis, Tim refused to give into the notion that he was really gone. Ousted from the Robin identity in Dick Grayson's attempt to rehabilitate Damian Wayne, the new Robin to Grayson's Batman, Tim was forced go about his own mission to find the missing Bruce Wayne in a new disguise inspired by a figure from a parallel world - Red Robin. By the time he'd proven everyone right and aided in bring Bruce Wayne back from the recesses of time, Tim had also proven himself his own man, reaching adulthood as an independent crimefighter.
In the nine months since the death of Alfred Pennyworth, Tim has worked in tandem with fellow crimefighters Oracle, Batgirl, Black Bat, and other members of Batman, Incorporated to protect Gotham City in the absence of The Dark Knight. And while they've been marginally successful, it's become clear that they're on the losing side of a battle for Gotham's soul. Tim's slowly began to build up a resentment towards his former mentor for abandoning them, but secretly, he hopes to see Bruce finally move past his grief and return to the role he was meant for as Gotham's Caped Crusader...
Why this character? Out of all the Robins, Tim was always my absolute favorite. As a character, he combines the best aspects of Batman with the best aspects of Nightwing, creating a uniquely compelling individual all on his own. Playing Tim along with Batman himself allows me to not only further the overall story for Gotham in this season, but awards me a chance to play a character less rooted in darkness and have a bit of fun with everything.
What can you bring to the RPG? The fever, the rage, the feeling of helplessness that turns good men... cruel.
And puppies that SuperFerret hasn't murdered yet.
Provide a short sample post as your desired character, in three paragraphs or more and featuring at least one line of dialogue:
"We know what we're doing."
I hate this. I mean, I'm really starting to hate this.
It was one thing when he decided to take some time away from the cape and cowl. That I completely understood. Alfred was like a father to him - hell, he was like a grandfather to the rest of us, so for him to take it harder than anyone else is perfectly reasonable. We all needed a little time to get our heads together after a loss that sudden, and that was one of the worst. But whenever he decided to get back in, I figured it'd be a little more... literal. Instead, I feel like he's watching over my shoulder at every turn. I never felt that way in all the years we worked together as Batman and Robin. But I guess that's because I felt like I was dealing with more of a person back then. After all the attempts we've individually made to get him out of that mansion, I'm starting to feel like it's more and more of a lost cause.
"Hey, Tim. You maybe wanna tone it down in the 'bitingly angry' department? We're kind of in the middle of something important."
I almost want to ask Stephanie if she remembered to isolate the com-channel so that she didn't just blurt out my name infront of Batwoman, but I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.
"I'm not angry, Steph."
"Well, don't act like it, then. You're starting to act like this all the time."
I go to say something derogatory, but I stop myself. Then smirk it off, realizing that she's right. It's not just some random hoods we're dealing with this time. This is Two-Face, otherwise known as one of the single most dangerous criminals Gotham's ever faced in a city full of scumbags who'd qualify for that title. I've got to get my head in the game if we stand even a chance of remotely seeing him go back to Blackgate. And eventually, back to Arkham, if they ever get around to getting that rebuilt for the three hundredth time.
But it's just so frustrating to deal with. I don't know how much more I can keep working with him if he's gonna be like this. Last week, Steph asked me if everything was alright between me and Bruce. And I told her everything was fine, but maybe I lied. Maybe I'm a little mad at him. And maybe, just maybe I'm going about it in the least subtle way imaginable. But after all these years, and with the all the leeway he's given Dick and Jason to call him out on everything he's advertently or inadvertently done with complete disregard for the rest of us, I think I deserve the occasional biting remark, at least. It's about the only thing I have left to say until he starts acting like himself again.
"Okay. Alright, I'll... try and lay off a bit."
"That's all we ask. And just so you know, we're all a little mad at him too. It's okay to admit it. Just... remember where your head's at, alright?"
I feel a small smile emerge from under the doom and gloom that's probably etched on my face right now. I don't know how she still manages to do it after all these years, but Stephanie always seems to get at least one of those out of me. When she's not, y'know... admitting to faking her death for a few months or something. Still not sure if I've given her enough grief about that one.
"Alright."
"..."
"Steph, uh... did you..."
"Yes, I remembered to isolate the com-channels."
"Right. Cool."
"Jerk."
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Eddie Brock
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Uh-uh. You won't trick me into picking up a Gotham character for my second, MB. Not gonna happen. No way.
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I'm the new and improved Byrd, now with 200% less free time than before.
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I'm working on a Supes post right now. Hopefully it doesnt suck.
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Whelp, I guess it's pointless to leave these here, then...
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Done and done.
Ha! The first two pictures are tiny. You are powerless against me!
*vanishes into ComicVine to read up on various Bat-Family characters*
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Character Name: Jonah Hex
Alignment (Hero, Villain, Walking the Line): Hero, with maybe a dash of WTL
Character Speech Color and Font (actually say what it is, like Blue Comic Sans): Trebuchet MS, Black and bold
Powers and Abilities: No powers, but Hex is an expert tracker and hunter, as well as an excellent shot with guns.
Character Origin/Backstory:
Jonah Hex was born in 1838 in Texas. His alcoholic and abusive father sold him to an Apache tribe when he was just a boy. He was raised by an Apache chief and taught their hunting and tracking secrets. A jealous young man in the tribe started a bitter feud between himself and Hex that ended with the chief's death, Hex's face being disfigured by the tribe and banished.
After working for a few years on a ranch in Texas, Hex joined the Confederate Army and served with distinction in the US Civil War under lieutenant Jeb Turnbull. In Tennesee, Turnbull was killed in action and the young man's father blamed Hex for his death.
After the war, Hex roamed through the west searching for a trade and a purpose. He eventually found his calling. Hunting, more specifically manhunting. Hex became the preeminent bounty hunter in the west. If you wanted someone found and could afford it, you hired Jonah Hex.
Why this character?
I've always loved westerns and I've always wanted to write more western stories. This is my chance!
What can you bring to the RPG?
Some posts. Not a lot of interaction, given the time frame I have to work with, but I hope to bang out some quality posts and maybe get into a little trippy time travel with Hex.
Provide a short sample post as your desired character, in three paragraphs or more and featuring at least one line of dialogue:
San Jacinto
New Mexico Territory
1878
The saloon seemed to come to a halt as soon as he walked through the door. Twelve people, twenty-four angry eyes all on him. The bar was filled with what you would expect: bandits downing shots, working girls plying their trade, and the regular smokehounds who had long ago traded any kind of brains they may have had for the bottle. Then there was him.
He walked through the bar and sat down at the poker table where he was playing five-card draw. He was a fat Mexican with a scraggly beard and a long, banana-shaped scar under his left eye. A dead ringer for the wanted poster.
"Come in and ante up," he said. "I gotta tell you, I am hot tod..."
The Mexican trailed off as soon as he saw his face.
"Problem?"
"Yeah...you're face. What happened to it?"
"I don't think you're in a position to talk about my face, Chato."
The surprised face melted away instantly. What replaced it was a cold and indifferent look. The face a man would make just before he killed.
"Remind me again, how do I know you?"
"You don't, but I know you. Chato Santana, wanted on at least six counts of bank robbery, malicious mayhem, assault with a deadly weapon, and three counts of murder."
He could feel the tension in the room. Every eyeball was on the two of them. One wrong move and he knew he would be dead. Everyone in this saloon, even the ****es, were armed and willing to use them.
"You know, you gotta lot of balls coming in here, pendejo. I'll give you that. So, you a lawman or just some idiot who gets his kicks by pretending to be one?"
"Bounty hunter, Chato, I'm a bounty hunter. You're coming with me."
From behind his back, he heard the sound of guns being pulled followed by the loud snaps of the gun hammers being drawn back.
"What makes you think I'll go along? I got my boys with me."
He grinned. It wasn't a particularly warm or inviting grin. It was not one of humor. It was more like an animal bearing its fangs. He tilted his head towards the table and what was underneath.
"Well, you either come with me...."
Chato's eyes went wide when he saw the huge revolver in his right hand, aimed straight for the space between Chato's legs.
"...or I'll make sure that the two boys you're most attached to are no longer 'with you' if you understand me. Choice is yours, son."
Alignment (Hero, Villain, Walking the Line): Hero, with maybe a dash of WTL
Character Speech Color and Font (actually say what it is, like Blue Comic Sans): Trebuchet MS, Black and bold
Powers and Abilities: No powers, but Hex is an expert tracker and hunter, as well as an excellent shot with guns.
Character Origin/Backstory:
Jonah Hex was born in 1838 in Texas. His alcoholic and abusive father sold him to an Apache tribe when he was just a boy. He was raised by an Apache chief and taught their hunting and tracking secrets. A jealous young man in the tribe started a bitter feud between himself and Hex that ended with the chief's death, Hex's face being disfigured by the tribe and banished.
After working for a few years on a ranch in Texas, Hex joined the Confederate Army and served with distinction in the US Civil War under lieutenant Jeb Turnbull. In Tennesee, Turnbull was killed in action and the young man's father blamed Hex for his death.
After the war, Hex roamed through the west searching for a trade and a purpose. He eventually found his calling. Hunting, more specifically manhunting. Hex became the preeminent bounty hunter in the west. If you wanted someone found and could afford it, you hired Jonah Hex.
Why this character?
I've always loved westerns and I've always wanted to write more western stories. This is my chance!
What can you bring to the RPG?
Some posts. Not a lot of interaction, given the time frame I have to work with, but I hope to bang out some quality posts and maybe get into a little trippy time travel with Hex.
Provide a short sample post as your desired character, in three paragraphs or more and featuring at least one line of dialogue:
San Jacinto
New Mexico Territory
1878
The saloon seemed to come to a halt as soon as he walked through the door. Twelve people, twenty-four angry eyes all on him. The bar was filled with what you would expect: bandits downing shots, working girls plying their trade, and the regular smokehounds who had long ago traded any kind of brains they may have had for the bottle. Then there was him.
He walked through the bar and sat down at the poker table where he was playing five-card draw. He was a fat Mexican with a scraggly beard and a long, banana-shaped scar under his left eye. A dead ringer for the wanted poster.
"Come in and ante up," he said. "I gotta tell you, I am hot tod..."
The Mexican trailed off as soon as he saw his face.
"Problem?"
"Yeah...you're face. What happened to it?"
"I don't think you're in a position to talk about my face, Chato."
The surprised face melted away instantly. What replaced it was a cold and indifferent look. The face a man would make just before he killed.
"Remind me again, how do I know you?"
"You don't, but I know you. Chato Santana, wanted on at least six counts of bank robbery, malicious mayhem, assault with a deadly weapon, and three counts of murder."
He could feel the tension in the room. Every eyeball was on the two of them. One wrong move and he knew he would be dead. Everyone in this saloon, even the ****es, were armed and willing to use them.
"You know, you gotta lot of balls coming in here, pendejo. I'll give you that. So, you a lawman or just some idiot who gets his kicks by pretending to be one?"
"Bounty hunter, Chato, I'm a bounty hunter. You're coming with me."
From behind his back, he heard the sound of guns being pulled followed by the loud snaps of the gun hammers being drawn back.
"What makes you think I'll go along? I got my boys with me."
He grinned. It wasn't a particularly warm or inviting grin. It was not one of humor. It was more like an animal bearing its fangs. He tilted his head towards the table and what was underneath.
"Well, you either come with me...."
Chato's eyes went wide when he saw the huge revolver in his right hand, aimed straight for the space between Chato's legs.
"...or I'll make sure that the two boys you're most attached to are no longer 'with you' if you understand me. Choice is yours, son."
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I'm retracting my application right now. I'll put up another in due time.
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First Superman post up. Hope it doesnt suck.
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I may not be on in 24 hours to approve you, so here is my tentative approval. IF there are no other applications for Tim in 24 hours, you're approved.
Just reminding people of this before I go to post.
...
I didn't see it until now.
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And he yelled at me.Just reminding people of this before I go to post.
...
I didn't see it until now.
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