QUICK FACTS
Jan. 17th, 2014 07:24 pmΣ THAT. ASS. IS. PLUMP. AND. ROUND.
Σ Dick is quite the womanizer. Even if you're not a woman.Maybe he's a little sex obsessed.
Σ He fights with a pair of escrima sticks. He also has a bunch of gadgets and gizmos hidden away in secret compartments. . . you get to guess where, since his costume is basically painted on.
Σ Dick isn't very bulky, but hell is he muscular. He's also ridiculously flexible.
Σ He grew up with a circus until his parents were murdered when he was 10, so he has a very. . . interesting foundation to his personality.
Σ Cereal is his favorite food. Don't even look at his cereal without permission.
Σ After being shot in the fucking knee cap (ouch) Dick's right knee is gimpy. He has braces for when it gets thrown out but when it does, fuck it hurts and he gets grouchy.
Σ Dick is quite the womanizer. Even if you're not a woman.
Σ He fights with a pair of escrima sticks. He also has a bunch of gadgets and gizmos hidden away in secret compartments. . . you get to guess where, since his costume is basically painted on.
Σ Dick isn't very bulky, but hell is he muscular. He's also ridiculously flexible.
Σ He grew up with a circus until his parents were murdered when he was 10, so he has a very. . . interesting foundation to his personality.
Σ Cereal is his favorite food. Don't even look at his cereal without permission.
Σ After being shot in the fucking knee cap (ouch) Dick's right knee is gimpy. He has braces for when it gets thrown out but when it does, fuck it hurts and he gets grouchy.
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Nov. 19th, 2013 04:54 pmPLAYER
Name: Buttface
Age: 24
Personal Journal:steakmilk
E-mail: dirigiblepirate@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc:reliantfighter @ AIM, dzintars @ plurk
CHARACTER
Name: Richard Grayson
Canon: DC Comics
Age: 24
Timeline: Late Nightwing, just after Blüdhaven’s explosion.
Personality: Having been born and raised in a circus can have an interesting effect on someone’s personality, as evidenced by one Dick Grayson. He was basically bred for the center lights, and can often come off as a show-off. Body language is his strong point; where words might fail him, his body will fill in the story. He’d rather do a couple of flips off of a balcony than have to explain himself in any length with words.
Dick is also very honest and wears his emotions on his sleeves. He’s not very good at lying, and doesn’t like to anyway. His heart is huge and he loves almost everyone he meets. It’s very rare for him to find someone he honestly just flat out hates. With close friends and family, he tends to be really touchy-feely and he doesn’t realize it. Occasionally he might cross a line with someone and get too close, but it’s an honest mistake and he doesn’t mean to get too far into anyone’s personal space or business.
Despite being the adopted son of the Dark Detective, Dick isn’t exactly a thinker. It’s much harder for him to think things through completely and he isn’t as logical as the others in his life. He’s much more simple-minded, a whatever goes kinda guy. That being said, he does have a strong sense of justice and does what he can to crack down on those who do wrong to the weaker folk.
As honest as he is, it can sometimes be easy to step on other people’s toes; he gets too close and says speaks his mind when others might not agree. He tends to move before he speaks, and he speaks before he thinks. . . only to realize he might have hurt someone along the way after it’s all said and done. Because of this, he can sometimes lose the people he holds most dear and it breaks him apart.
Training with the Dark Knight also made him into an excellent leader. Dick Grayson has years of experience being a team leader, to the point that he almost hates the role. But he knows when it’s needed and he isn’t afraid to step up to the plate. He has a wonderful way of instilling confidence in those around him and many people look up to him because of it.
Unfortunately, the main qualification to being a part of the BatFamily is that you’re really screwed in the head. Dick Grayson, despite being quite a leader, also suffers from confidence issues. He’s never quite sure what he’s doing is the right thing, or if he’s overstepping any lines and getting himself in trouble. His entire life, he’s had large shoes to fill with his parents in the circus and then being adopted by Bruce Wayne. Even out of the costume, he’s the ward of one of the richest men in the world. Public light is always on him, and while he doesn’t mind it, there’s always a dark shadow in the back of his mind nagging away at him. Dick never feels like he’ll be able to take the role he’ll need to when the time comes.
In the end, the most important thing on Dick Grayson’s list is to care for his close family and friends. Sometimes to a fault - he won’t hesitate to put himself on the line for someone important to him. It’s truly the people in his life that make him happy and he strives to make sure they’re safe and sound, no matter what the cost.
Background: Wikipedia!
Abilities: Dick is extremely well versed in basically every form of martial arts imaginable. He is also extremely agile, having grown up within a circus and tends to lean towards showy acrobatic moves. He also has quite a few gadgets and gizmos that help him get around, such as a grapple gun, and he enjoys swinging from rooftop to rooftop as his main source of transportation.
First Person: Over at the test meme!
Third Person: Consciousness was a complicated thing. It took many stages to completely come to. First was the basics of existence; it felt like his body was floating in space with no surroundings, unable to grab on to anything. Then was vision, endless black fading away to show him what was around him. After that, sensation began to return, numbness in his fingertips replaced by a dull ache. The world around him was swimming as he became self aware and his memories filled his brain like the contents of an entire wine bottle being poured into one measly glass.
He sat up and groaned, raising an unsteady hand to his head. The floor shook and it jostled him the rest of the way to complete consciousness. Quickly, he took inventory of the setting - windows, empty seats, a long aisleway. It didn’t take long for him to realize he was in a train car with the way everything rattled and creaked quietly. It was a familiar feeling.
’The hell? What have you gotten yourself into now, Grayson?’ he thought to himself.
The last thing Dick Grayson remembered wasn’t pleasant. His beloved city, Blüdhaven, had been freshly flattened by only God knows what. An atomic bomb? It was probable. Who, how and why were questions that had yet to be answered. All Grayson knew was that the fallout had made his eyes burn and his skin sting and every breath felt like his lungs were pin cushions.
There wasn’t much left of the place he had called home. Plenty of dead bodies lined the streets, which he dragged one by one to the edge of the city to place in a large heap. Occasionally he’d find someone alive, but they usually died before he could get them anywhere that might be considered safe. Dick Grayson himself was ignoring pleas from those that knew him, telling him not to dive head first into the fallout. But he wouldn’t listen to them - he couldn’t listen to them. Blüdhaven was his duty. He was bound to protect it no matter what. Even if it killed him.
As the hours ticked by, little by little he could feel the energy being sapped out of him. He didn’t care. Like a captain that went down with his ship, he’d go down with his city.
Dick pulled a young girl out of some rubble and was carrying her to safety when suddenly his world went flat, his face was all too close to the crumbled street beneath him and his vision faded to black. He relaxed and welcomed it, thinking at the time that he had reached the end.
What happened between then and now, he didn’t know. Obviously he wasn’t dead yet. Some piece of him buried deep inside was disappointed. But, Dick Grayson could only do what he did best - look up, keep his eyes forward and move.
He wasn’t sure where this train was taking him, and staring out the window wasn’t very helpful. It was pitch black out and all he could see in the window was his own reflection. There was a large open sore on his cheek, caused by radiation no doubt. A heavy sigh left his lips and he shifted to get comfortable. The only thing left was to wait and see where the train would take him.
One thing at a time.
Name: Buttface
Age: 24
Personal Journal:
steakmilkE-mail: dirigiblepirate@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc:reliantfighter @ AIM, dzintars @ plurk
CHARACTER
Name: Richard Grayson
Canon: DC Comics
Age: 24
Timeline: Late Nightwing, just after Blüdhaven’s explosion.
Personality: Having been born and raised in a circus can have an interesting effect on someone’s personality, as evidenced by one Dick Grayson. He was basically bred for the center lights, and can often come off as a show-off. Body language is his strong point; where words might fail him, his body will fill in the story. He’d rather do a couple of flips off of a balcony than have to explain himself in any length with words.
Dick is also very honest and wears his emotions on his sleeves. He’s not very good at lying, and doesn’t like to anyway. His heart is huge and he loves almost everyone he meets. It’s very rare for him to find someone he honestly just flat out hates. With close friends and family, he tends to be really touchy-feely and he doesn’t realize it. Occasionally he might cross a line with someone and get too close, but it’s an honest mistake and he doesn’t mean to get too far into anyone’s personal space or business.
Despite being the adopted son of the Dark Detective, Dick isn’t exactly a thinker. It’s much harder for him to think things through completely and he isn’t as logical as the others in his life. He’s much more simple-minded, a whatever goes kinda guy. That being said, he does have a strong sense of justice and does what he can to crack down on those who do wrong to the weaker folk.
As honest as he is, it can sometimes be easy to step on other people’s toes; he gets too close and says speaks his mind when others might not agree. He tends to move before he speaks, and he speaks before he thinks. . . only to realize he might have hurt someone along the way after it’s all said and done. Because of this, he can sometimes lose the people he holds most dear and it breaks him apart.
Training with the Dark Knight also made him into an excellent leader. Dick Grayson has years of experience being a team leader, to the point that he almost hates the role. But he knows when it’s needed and he isn’t afraid to step up to the plate. He has a wonderful way of instilling confidence in those around him and many people look up to him because of it.
Unfortunately, the main qualification to being a part of the BatFamily is that you’re really screwed in the head. Dick Grayson, despite being quite a leader, also suffers from confidence issues. He’s never quite sure what he’s doing is the right thing, or if he’s overstepping any lines and getting himself in trouble. His entire life, he’s had large shoes to fill with his parents in the circus and then being adopted by Bruce Wayne. Even out of the costume, he’s the ward of one of the richest men in the world. Public light is always on him, and while he doesn’t mind it, there’s always a dark shadow in the back of his mind nagging away at him. Dick never feels like he’ll be able to take the role he’ll need to when the time comes.
In the end, the most important thing on Dick Grayson’s list is to care for his close family and friends. Sometimes to a fault - he won’t hesitate to put himself on the line for someone important to him. It’s truly the people in his life that make him happy and he strives to make sure they’re safe and sound, no matter what the cost.
Background: Wikipedia!
Abilities: Dick is extremely well versed in basically every form of martial arts imaginable. He is also extremely agile, having grown up within a circus and tends to lean towards showy acrobatic moves. He also has quite a few gadgets and gizmos that help him get around, such as a grapple gun, and he enjoys swinging from rooftop to rooftop as his main source of transportation.
First Person: Over at the test meme!
Third Person: Consciousness was a complicated thing. It took many stages to completely come to. First was the basics of existence; it felt like his body was floating in space with no surroundings, unable to grab on to anything. Then was vision, endless black fading away to show him what was around him. After that, sensation began to return, numbness in his fingertips replaced by a dull ache. The world around him was swimming as he became self aware and his memories filled his brain like the contents of an entire wine bottle being poured into one measly glass.
He sat up and groaned, raising an unsteady hand to his head. The floor shook and it jostled him the rest of the way to complete consciousness. Quickly, he took inventory of the setting - windows, empty seats, a long aisleway. It didn’t take long for him to realize he was in a train car with the way everything rattled and creaked quietly. It was a familiar feeling.
’The hell? What have you gotten yourself into now, Grayson?’ he thought to himself.
The last thing Dick Grayson remembered wasn’t pleasant. His beloved city, Blüdhaven, had been freshly flattened by only God knows what. An atomic bomb? It was probable. Who, how and why were questions that had yet to be answered. All Grayson knew was that the fallout had made his eyes burn and his skin sting and every breath felt like his lungs were pin cushions.
There wasn’t much left of the place he had called home. Plenty of dead bodies lined the streets, which he dragged one by one to the edge of the city to place in a large heap. Occasionally he’d find someone alive, but they usually died before he could get them anywhere that might be considered safe. Dick Grayson himself was ignoring pleas from those that knew him, telling him not to dive head first into the fallout. But he wouldn’t listen to them - he couldn’t listen to them. Blüdhaven was his duty. He was bound to protect it no matter what. Even if it killed him.
As the hours ticked by, little by little he could feel the energy being sapped out of him. He didn’t care. Like a captain that went down with his ship, he’d go down with his city.
Dick pulled a young girl out of some rubble and was carrying her to safety when suddenly his world went flat, his face was all too close to the crumbled street beneath him and his vision faded to black. He relaxed and welcomed it, thinking at the time that he had reached the end.
What happened between then and now, he didn’t know. Obviously he wasn’t dead yet. Some piece of him buried deep inside was disappointed. But, Dick Grayson could only do what he did best - look up, keep his eyes forward and move.
He wasn’t sure where this train was taking him, and staring out the window wasn’t very helpful. It was pitch black out and all he could see in the window was his own reflection. There was a large open sore on his cheek, caused by radiation no doubt. A heavy sigh left his lips and he shifted to get comfortable. The only thing left was to wait and see where the train would take him.
One thing at a time.
