Post by fay on Oct 24, 2009 10:35:17 GMT -5
Character's Name:
Richard (Dick) Grayson
Age
17
Birthday:
April 20
Birthplace/Hometown:
Does a traveling circus count?
Gender:
Male
Occupation:
Part time crimefighter
Ethnicity:
White
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, style of dress,hair color, eye color, skin tone etc.):
Business suits, business suits, business suits. If there’s something Dick hates, it’s having to put on a three-piece and slick back his hair. Yet when he has to present himself as Bruce Wayne’s ward, you’re bound to find him looking quite the respectable young man. Except… he always keeps at least one hair out of line, or one shoe scuffed. The moment he’s out of the public eye, Dick musses his hair, puts on a tank and jeans, and kicks off the uncomfortable shoes.
His vigilante costume is a little more flamboyant, to say the least. The bright yellow, red, and green, the bare legs and pixie boots, are starting to seem a little ridiculous in his eye, but it’s become a part of his identity. Or it used to be, before Batman hung up his cowl…
Robin is built wiry and just on the verge of slight, but no less athletic. His hair is black and the part has been lost to antiquity, and his eyes are brown. Used to going out at night under stage lights (and later, under city lights) his skin is faintly pale—he tries to make up for this by grasping what few moments of sunlight he can.
Personality:
Dick is a complicated case. He’s generally a compassionate person, though his perspective of the world can be considered a bit too simplistic and unrefined. He gives the impression of being a pleasant, healthy young man, and he is—to a degree. Dick sometimes falls into bouts of depression and anxiety; the deaths of his parents are still too near. If someone he cares for is in danger, he is more likely to bypass caution—and land himself in more trouble than he started with.
At this stage in his life, Grayson finds joy in movement. When he’s training, or swinging from wires, racing the streets as Batman’s bright shadow, he gets the same stage-thrill he used to have during his days on the high wire. His propensity to smile and make (admittedly awkward) banter is a habit he can’t seem to break. In fact, he doesn’t want to. Why shouldn’t he be excited about leaping off a building… so long as his safety equipment works?
What Side Is Your Character On?[/b]
Hero
Background and History:
Dick was born and raised in a traveling circus, and most of his early memories consist of bright flashes of color—reds and whites, the slap-dash faces of clowns rubbing off their make-up, the sequined leotards of lion tamers and ticket girls. His strongest memory was that of sitting on the sidelines with Joey, the Illustrated Man’s son, watching his parents leap and twirl and somersault in the air.
Soon enough, the acrobatic duo of the “Flying Graysons” became a trio, with Dick as the young daredevil safely leaping from one parent’s hold to the other. He became a minor celebrity in the circus, and more than once his father pulled his mother aside to wonder about Dick’s burgeoning ego. However, all questions of Dick’s future in the circus came to a grinding halt when tragedy struck the Grayson trio.
He’ll never remember what his parents looked like when they hit the floor. All he can recall is the way they fell—ungracefully, awkwardly, not at all like the fluid, otherworldly athletes he knew them to be. His mother reached out her hand as she fell, toward where Dick stood by the wire, and for a moment she looked like a red and yellow bird that struck a window mid-flight, plummeting dizzily down to earth.
Earlier that night, Dick had heard a man threatening the owner of the circus—after examining the broken trapeze, the young boy was ready to rush out and beat the blackmailer to a bloody, whimpering pulp… or… that is… call the police… Reigning in his initial, terrifying thoughts of revenge, Grayson turned to report his parents’ murders, when he ran smack into Batman.
What followed eventually led to a somewhat satisfying take-down of the murderer, wherein Dick (with some difficulty) managed to convince Batman to let him train and work with him. Their partnership, combined with Dick’s need for guidance and Batman’s own history with loss, led Bruce Wayne to make the young man his ward. Which meant, among other things, that Dick could continue to wear his family’s circus colors—and make something of himself along the way.
Any Special Abilities?
Dick’s not a meta, but he does have pretty decent acrobatic skills.
Pets:
Sadly, no. He would like a cat…
Name of Play By:
James Marsden (Er… when he was younger.)
Example Role Play:
“Richard Grayson, you can not be serious.”
“Of course I am.” Dick stood on the edge of Wayne Manor’s western roof, grinning into the bitter, mid-September air. Behind him, the daughter of one of Bruce’s business partners, whose name he couldn’t remember, wrapped her arms around her jacket and sighed. She had the look of his old circus friends, the nervous, jittery one that meant she’d be asking about Bruce or Alfred or someone any moment now. The shingles of the manor were slick, and below them, the windows glowed a hazy orange. He pitied the people inside. What a night they were missing!
“If you fall and break your neck,” the girl said, “don’t expect me to explain to your daddy what happened.”
Dick shrugged. “You couldn’t, anyway.” He tested the roof edge with his toes, bouncing slightly. “I’d be more worried about Alfred.”
“What, the butler?”
He nodded, sagely. She would learn. Oh, Bruce could scowl and growl and fluster, but there was something about righteous British indignation that made Dick’s resolve crumble to pieces. No wonder Bruce listened to Alfred—some of the time.
A few months ago, Richard wouldn’t have even thought of jumping off a building to impress a girl—at least, not for long enough to actually do it. Not that he hadn't entertained the possibility; there were too many handholds for it to be dangerous. But now, Bruce was just Bruce Wayne, and Dick was Dick Grayson, Wayne’s ward, and there wasn’t much of anything else to say. Every now and then, he’d take out his barely used costume and wonder if people still talked about the boy wonder, if they still asked, Hey, did Batman ever have a partner, that one time? Likely they didn’t. He checked over his shoulder to see the girl tucking her hands into her sleeves, and braced himself against the drop.
“Still watching?” he asked, and leapt.
Password?
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Richard (Dick) Grayson
Age
17
Birthday:
April 20
Birthplace/Hometown:
Does a traveling circus count?
Gender:
Male
Occupation:
Part time crimefighter
Ethnicity:
White
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, style of dress,hair color, eye color, skin tone etc.):
Business suits, business suits, business suits. If there’s something Dick hates, it’s having to put on a three-piece and slick back his hair. Yet when he has to present himself as Bruce Wayne’s ward, you’re bound to find him looking quite the respectable young man. Except… he always keeps at least one hair out of line, or one shoe scuffed. The moment he’s out of the public eye, Dick musses his hair, puts on a tank and jeans, and kicks off the uncomfortable shoes.
His vigilante costume is a little more flamboyant, to say the least. The bright yellow, red, and green, the bare legs and pixie boots, are starting to seem a little ridiculous in his eye, but it’s become a part of his identity. Or it used to be, before Batman hung up his cowl…
Robin is built wiry and just on the verge of slight, but no less athletic. His hair is black and the part has been lost to antiquity, and his eyes are brown. Used to going out at night under stage lights (and later, under city lights) his skin is faintly pale—he tries to make up for this by grasping what few moments of sunlight he can.
Personality:
Dick is a complicated case. He’s generally a compassionate person, though his perspective of the world can be considered a bit too simplistic and unrefined. He gives the impression of being a pleasant, healthy young man, and he is—to a degree. Dick sometimes falls into bouts of depression and anxiety; the deaths of his parents are still too near. If someone he cares for is in danger, he is more likely to bypass caution—and land himself in more trouble than he started with.
At this stage in his life, Grayson finds joy in movement. When he’s training, or swinging from wires, racing the streets as Batman’s bright shadow, he gets the same stage-thrill he used to have during his days on the high wire. His propensity to smile and make (admittedly awkward) banter is a habit he can’t seem to break. In fact, he doesn’t want to. Why shouldn’t he be excited about leaping off a building… so long as his safety equipment works?
What Side Is Your Character On?[/b]
Hero
Background and History:
Dick was born and raised in a traveling circus, and most of his early memories consist of bright flashes of color—reds and whites, the slap-dash faces of clowns rubbing off their make-up, the sequined leotards of lion tamers and ticket girls. His strongest memory was that of sitting on the sidelines with Joey, the Illustrated Man’s son, watching his parents leap and twirl and somersault in the air.
Soon enough, the acrobatic duo of the “Flying Graysons” became a trio, with Dick as the young daredevil safely leaping from one parent’s hold to the other. He became a minor celebrity in the circus, and more than once his father pulled his mother aside to wonder about Dick’s burgeoning ego. However, all questions of Dick’s future in the circus came to a grinding halt when tragedy struck the Grayson trio.
He’ll never remember what his parents looked like when they hit the floor. All he can recall is the way they fell—ungracefully, awkwardly, not at all like the fluid, otherworldly athletes he knew them to be. His mother reached out her hand as she fell, toward where Dick stood by the wire, and for a moment she looked like a red and yellow bird that struck a window mid-flight, plummeting dizzily down to earth.
Earlier that night, Dick had heard a man threatening the owner of the circus—after examining the broken trapeze, the young boy was ready to rush out and beat the blackmailer to a bloody, whimpering pulp… or… that is… call the police… Reigning in his initial, terrifying thoughts of revenge, Grayson turned to report his parents’ murders, when he ran smack into Batman.
What followed eventually led to a somewhat satisfying take-down of the murderer, wherein Dick (with some difficulty) managed to convince Batman to let him train and work with him. Their partnership, combined with Dick’s need for guidance and Batman’s own history with loss, led Bruce Wayne to make the young man his ward. Which meant, among other things, that Dick could continue to wear his family’s circus colors—and make something of himself along the way.
Any Special Abilities?
Dick’s not a meta, but he does have pretty decent acrobatic skills.
Pets:
Sadly, no. He would like a cat…
Name of Play By:
James Marsden (Er… when he was younger.)
Example Role Play:
“Richard Grayson, you can not be serious.”
“Of course I am.” Dick stood on the edge of Wayne Manor’s western roof, grinning into the bitter, mid-September air. Behind him, the daughter of one of Bruce’s business partners, whose name he couldn’t remember, wrapped her arms around her jacket and sighed. She had the look of his old circus friends, the nervous, jittery one that meant she’d be asking about Bruce or Alfred or someone any moment now. The shingles of the manor were slick, and below them, the windows glowed a hazy orange. He pitied the people inside. What a night they were missing!
“If you fall and break your neck,” the girl said, “don’t expect me to explain to your daddy what happened.”
Dick shrugged. “You couldn’t, anyway.” He tested the roof edge with his toes, bouncing slightly. “I’d be more worried about Alfred.”
“What, the butler?”
He nodded, sagely. She would learn. Oh, Bruce could scowl and growl and fluster, but there was something about righteous British indignation that made Dick’s resolve crumble to pieces. No wonder Bruce listened to Alfred—some of the time.
A few months ago, Richard wouldn’t have even thought of jumping off a building to impress a girl—at least, not for long enough to actually do it. Not that he hadn't entertained the possibility; there were too many handholds for it to be dangerous. But now, Bruce was just Bruce Wayne, and Dick was Dick Grayson, Wayne’s ward, and there wasn’t much of anything else to say. Every now and then, he’d take out his barely used costume and wonder if people still talked about the boy wonder, if they still asked, Hey, did Batman ever have a partner, that one time? Likely they didn’t. He checked over his shoulder to see the girl tucking her hands into her sleeves, and braced himself against the drop.
“Still watching?” he asked, and leapt.
Password?
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