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Player
Name: Dai
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Character
Name: Richard (Dick) Grayson "Robin"
Series: Young Justice
Timeline: post-"Bereft" (1x09)
Canon Resource Links: Young Justice Wiki
Personality: Robin, designation B01, thirteen years old, alternative identity: Richard Grayson. But of course, due to orders from Batman himself, he is known as Robin to everyone (except Kid Flash, but hey, everyone has an exception). Robin is Batman's sidekick, the Boy Wonder, one half of the dynamic duo, but don't make the mistake of comparing him too much to Batman, because that would be one of the last mistakes you'd ever make.
Robin is thirteen, but is also the most experienced young superhero of his kind. Through intense training with The Dark Knight and some of his own special abilities, Robin has learned do pull his own weight when fighting crime. Athletic, intelligent, and extremely strategic, he is used to going into a situation knowing what to do, adapting to the circumstances if need be, and coming out on the top of his game.
Working with Batman wasn't easy: they spent years learning each other's moves and thoughts, to the point they no longer have to guess what the other is doing. While Robin can work in a team setting, if given the independence, he is more likely to ninja himself right out of there and into the next course of action rather than set up and step-by-step plan to keep the rest of the team up to date. Most of this stems from his age - and his fear of screwing up and letting the team, Batman, and himself down. He may be the more experienced, but he's also the youngest and the smallest (two very sore points of his) of his team and he doesn't like being the weak link. If he can go off by himself and take care of everything without other's knowing what he's doing he would, because then if he screws up he has plenty of time to fix it before they find out. He will rush into a fight and is very quick on the defense, but he means well and does what he can to do just as well.
It's his immaturity, as well as playing the role as Batman's lighter half, has created a very sarcastic, self-confident, even cocky kid. Rob make fun of just about everyone, and everything, if there is material to work from. He's even been known to go into fights laughing and, as long as it's no Joker they're after, it does great to throw their enemies off-guard.
Through and through, though, Robin is a hero. He has a very intense sense of right and wrong, but unlike Batman, he lacks the complete confidence in his belief. Yes, he knows he's the good guy. And yes, he knows they're the bad guys, but he also knows sometimes you have to act like the bad guy to get the good stuff done. There's a line you don't cross, of course, but you do what you have to do. And sometimes...sometimes he questions where that line falls. That's what he has Batman for, who always knows where that line is, or his team, who help him draw the line when it needs to be.
Rob's people skills are also quite decent. If it benefits his situation, he can get along with just about anyone. And he's not exactly one to write people off from the get-go. But even then he has some serious trust issues, and very few people have reached the elite status of "trusted" in his book. Batman, of course, and Kid Flash is another, but beyond them the list grows thin.
But he enjoys life, enjoys having fun, and enjoys kicking ass. Because really, what else is there in life other than feeling the aster? Nothing. Nothing at all.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ : Robin is extremely strategic and analytical. He will go into a situation with Plans A through D, as well as several sub-plans within each. He prefers to be prepared for any situation, but that does not necessarily mean he can't improvise. Things just go smoother when they are according to plan, and where he's from being unprepared gets you killed.
+ : Being the sidekick has left Robin in a near-perfect physical condition. He is fast, has an extremely high endurance rate, is very agile and particularly strong for his age and size. He's a master martial artist and acrobat, as well as being very skilled in stelth, escape artistry and marksmanship. He is used to in complete control of his body and mind.
+/- : Very strong sense of morality, but does believe that ends justify means. This can cause problematic situations if Robin fails to keep friends/teammates/anyone else informed to his plan, therefore causing massive amounts of miscommunications.
- : Robin does not trust easily at all. In fact, there are very few people he trusts completely, and most of the people he only trusts partially are other superheres he works with on a semi-regular basis. He does not open up, does not let people in, and rarely, if at all, leans on others for help. Of course there are the exceptions, but those are few and far between.
- : Although in some cases it is beneficial to be tough on yourself to get things done, Robin takes that to an almost unhealthy level. If anything goes wrong, it is ninety-nine percent his fault, and he will do anything to make it better. He also will go to great lengths to prove himself in almost any situation.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Team Rocket Grunt.
Starter: Zubat "Bats"
Password: Taco Bell
Samples
First Person Sample: [The audio clicks on, though for the first few moments no one speaks. There's just rustling, the sounds of buttons being pressed, and a soft sigh.]
If I can just figure out the calibration of this....
[The voice sounds young, a little annoyed, and a few more buttons are pressed. But then there's a brief 'oh wait' and the sound of the piece of equipment being put down.]
Okay, so, I'm assuming this PDA-like-object is a Pokedex. Yes? Yes. Though it's not like the ones I know...like this audio feature. I'm not familiar with this. So I'm not sure where this is going or who will recieve this, but it's worth a try.
[There's another sigh.]
Yeah, so not whelmed right now.
Third Person Sample: Step one: assess the situation.
Robin glanced around the room quickly, domino mask darting back and forth between the four walls. It was a very...basic room, to put it simply. Four walls, one bed, small desk with a few objects situated on top. One backpack, at his feet. Back to the bed he noticed there was a note. After another quick glance around the room - no one else in the vacinity, no immediate threats - he picks up the note and reads it and...
Are you joking?
Dick had to stop. Seriously. He had to take a moment, read the note again, and then laugh. Rocket. As in Team Rocket. As in the villains of those Pokémon video games he hooked up to work on the Batcomputer after he lost the Gameboy Color Bruce gave him ages ago. Team Rocket. Oh that is brilliant, just brilliant. After setting the note back down on the pillow, Dick tried calling over the wire in his ear. He had the wire, he was still supposed to be connected to the rest of the team, but he didn't even hear static. Nothing. Silence. Totally not asterous.
After a few moments of quick thinking and checking his utility belt (which he still had on him, despite it being totally empty and worthless), he gave up. Miss Martian must be out of range because she did not answer him, and seriously. Seriously. Was he in the freaking Pokémon world? Was he seriously expected to be a member of Team Rocket? Like Jesse and James? Like Meowth? That was too much. Way too much. He walked forward to check the door, which was unlocked. Checked the room again to find nothing, not even a window. Gotta love the basic gameboy archiecture, after all. But then his eyes found themselves back on the desk, on something that looked strangely like a PDA. PokéDex, maybe? It didn't look like anything from his games or the TV show, so he doubted it was the same, but if this was the Pokéworld then everyone had a PokéDex. He decided to pocket it, it could come in handy later, even if only to hack into and use as a communication device to signal down Bats or KF or any member of his team.
As for that note...Dick looked back over to the door, then back to the note. Okay, if he was supposed to be a member of Team Rocket and wear the uniform...no. Not gonna happen. At least his civvies...who was he kidding. He wasn't going to fit into the Pokéworld wearing civvies. He needed a plan, and fast, and he was running out of options.
The backpack. He could take that, take the weird PDA thing, the...oh my god. Dick couldn't help but grin, because in his haste to figure out what the hell was going on, he totally missed the red and white ball sitting on the desk. His own Pokéball. He could take that, take the backpack (after stuffing the uniform inside because who knew when that might come in handy), and go and try to make contact with anyone who would help him. Okay, good. Plan. He had a plan of action and steps to make and holy crap he had his very own pokéball. This was going to be intense.
He picked it up, pressed the center button to watch as it grew to fit his hand. Smooth, some kind of...no. He needed to stop. He needed to stop because in his hand was a legit pokéball with his own legit pokémon and screw anyone who this wasn't the biggest day of their lives. How did they open these things again?
Throwing it onto the floor he watched as a flash of light temporarily blinded him, and when he felt the ball return to his hand he opened his eyes and saw...
A zubat.
"Kill me now."
Name: Dai
Livejournal Username: hikari_sukuru
E-mail: sukuru_hikari@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN: plurk: dickaster
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: n/a
Character
Name: Richard (Dick) Grayson "Robin"
Series: Young Justice
Timeline: post-"Bereft" (1x09)
Canon Resource Links: Young Justice Wiki
Personality: Robin, designation B01, thirteen years old, alternative identity: Richard Grayson. But of course, due to orders from Batman himself, he is known as Robin to everyone (except Kid Flash, but hey, everyone has an exception). Robin is Batman's sidekick, the Boy Wonder, one half of the dynamic duo, but don't make the mistake of comparing him too much to Batman, because that would be one of the last mistakes you'd ever make.
Robin is thirteen, but is also the most experienced young superhero of his kind. Through intense training with The Dark Knight and some of his own special abilities, Robin has learned do pull his own weight when fighting crime. Athletic, intelligent, and extremely strategic, he is used to going into a situation knowing what to do, adapting to the circumstances if need be, and coming out on the top of his game.
Working with Batman wasn't easy: they spent years learning each other's moves and thoughts, to the point they no longer have to guess what the other is doing. While Robin can work in a team setting, if given the independence, he is more likely to ninja himself right out of there and into the next course of action rather than set up and step-by-step plan to keep the rest of the team up to date. Most of this stems from his age - and his fear of screwing up and letting the team, Batman, and himself down. He may be the more experienced, but he's also the youngest and the smallest (two very sore points of his) of his team and he doesn't like being the weak link. If he can go off by himself and take care of everything without other's knowing what he's doing he would, because then if he screws up he has plenty of time to fix it before they find out. He will rush into a fight and is very quick on the defense, but he means well and does what he can to do just as well.
It's his immaturity, as well as playing the role as Batman's lighter half, has created a very sarcastic, self-confident, even cocky kid. Rob make fun of just about everyone, and everything, if there is material to work from. He's even been known to go into fights laughing and, as long as it's no Joker they're after, it does great to throw their enemies off-guard.
Through and through, though, Robin is a hero. He has a very intense sense of right and wrong, but unlike Batman, he lacks the complete confidence in his belief. Yes, he knows he's the good guy. And yes, he knows they're the bad guys, but he also knows sometimes you have to act like the bad guy to get the good stuff done. There's a line you don't cross, of course, but you do what you have to do. And sometimes...sometimes he questions where that line falls. That's what he has Batman for, who always knows where that line is, or his team, who help him draw the line when it needs to be.
Rob's people skills are also quite decent. If it benefits his situation, he can get along with just about anyone. And he's not exactly one to write people off from the get-go. But even then he has some serious trust issues, and very few people have reached the elite status of "trusted" in his book. Batman, of course, and Kid Flash is another, but beyond them the list grows thin.
But he enjoys life, enjoys having fun, and enjoys kicking ass. Because really, what else is there in life other than feeling the aster? Nothing. Nothing at all.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ : Robin is extremely strategic and analytical. He will go into a situation with Plans A through D, as well as several sub-plans within each. He prefers to be prepared for any situation, but that does not necessarily mean he can't improvise. Things just go smoother when they are according to plan, and where he's from being unprepared gets you killed.
+ : Being the sidekick has left Robin in a near-perfect physical condition. He is fast, has an extremely high endurance rate, is very agile and particularly strong for his age and size. He's a master martial artist and acrobat, as well as being very skilled in stelth, escape artistry and marksmanship. He is used to in complete control of his body and mind.
+/- : Very strong sense of morality, but does believe that ends justify means. This can cause problematic situations if Robin fails to keep friends/teammates/anyone else informed to his plan, therefore causing massive amounts of miscommunications.
- : Robin does not trust easily at all. In fact, there are very few people he trusts completely, and most of the people he only trusts partially are other superheres he works with on a semi-regular basis. He does not open up, does not let people in, and rarely, if at all, leans on others for help. Of course there are the exceptions, but those are few and far between.
- : Although in some cases it is beneficial to be tough on yourself to get things done, Robin takes that to an almost unhealthy level. If anything goes wrong, it is ninety-nine percent his fault, and he will do anything to make it better. He also will go to great lengths to prove himself in almost any situation.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Team Rocket Grunt.
Starter: Zubat "Bats"
Password: Taco Bell
Samples
First Person Sample: [The audio clicks on, though for the first few moments no one speaks. There's just rustling, the sounds of buttons being pressed, and a soft sigh.]
If I can just figure out the calibration of this....
[The voice sounds young, a little annoyed, and a few more buttons are pressed. But then there's a brief 'oh wait' and the sound of the piece of equipment being put down.]
Okay, so, I'm assuming this PDA-like-object is a Pokedex. Yes? Yes. Though it's not like the ones I know...like this audio feature. I'm not familiar with this. So I'm not sure where this is going or who will recieve this, but it's worth a try.
[There's another sigh.]
Yeah, so not whelmed right now.
Third Person Sample: Step one: assess the situation.
Robin glanced around the room quickly, domino mask darting back and forth between the four walls. It was a very...basic room, to put it simply. Four walls, one bed, small desk with a few objects situated on top. One backpack, at his feet. Back to the bed he noticed there was a note. After another quick glance around the room - no one else in the vacinity, no immediate threats - he picks up the note and reads it and...
Are you joking?
Dick had to stop. Seriously. He had to take a moment, read the note again, and then laugh. Rocket. As in Team Rocket. As in the villains of those Pokémon video games he hooked up to work on the Batcomputer after he lost the Gameboy Color Bruce gave him ages ago. Team Rocket. Oh that is brilliant, just brilliant. After setting the note back down on the pillow, Dick tried calling over the wire in his ear. He had the wire, he was still supposed to be connected to the rest of the team, but he didn't even hear static. Nothing. Silence. Totally not asterous.
After a few moments of quick thinking and checking his utility belt (which he still had on him, despite it being totally empty and worthless), he gave up. Miss Martian must be out of range because she did not answer him, and seriously. Seriously. Was he in the freaking Pokémon world? Was he seriously expected to be a member of Team Rocket? Like Jesse and James? Like Meowth? That was too much. Way too much. He walked forward to check the door, which was unlocked. Checked the room again to find nothing, not even a window. Gotta love the basic gameboy archiecture, after all. But then his eyes found themselves back on the desk, on something that looked strangely like a PDA. PokéDex, maybe? It didn't look like anything from his games or the TV show, so he doubted it was the same, but if this was the Pokéworld then everyone had a PokéDex. He decided to pocket it, it could come in handy later, even if only to hack into and use as a communication device to signal down Bats or KF or any member of his team.
As for that note...Dick looked back over to the door, then back to the note. Okay, if he was supposed to be a member of Team Rocket and wear the uniform...no. Not gonna happen. At least his civvies...who was he kidding. He wasn't going to fit into the Pokéworld wearing civvies. He needed a plan, and fast, and he was running out of options.
The backpack. He could take that, take the weird PDA thing, the...oh my god. Dick couldn't help but grin, because in his haste to figure out what the hell was going on, he totally missed the red and white ball sitting on the desk. His own Pokéball. He could take that, take the backpack (after stuffing the uniform inside because who knew when that might come in handy), and go and try to make contact with anyone who would help him. Okay, good. Plan. He had a plan of action and steps to make and holy crap he had his very own pokéball. This was going to be intense.
He picked it up, pressed the center button to watch as it grew to fit his hand. Smooth, some kind of...no. He needed to stop. He needed to stop because in his hand was a legit pokéball with his own legit pokémon and screw anyone who this wasn't the biggest day of their lives. How did they open these things again?
Throwing it onto the floor he watched as a flash of light temporarily blinded him, and when he felt the ball return to his hand he opened his eyes and saw...
A zubat.
"Kill me now."