Meaning: ([Ex: Emily means "admiring" and William means "protector"] If you aren't sure your character's name has a meaning look it up, I'm sure you'll find something. If it's a fantasy name you made yourself, give it a meaning.)
Origin: (How did you come up with your character's name?)
Title: Mr.
Pet Name: (What do other people call your character? [kid, squirt, babe, ect] May be insulting, endearing, or a combination of both. May have more than one, if other characters call them different things.
ID Number: (A number that may also be used to identify your character, such as tournaments and prison settings)
Signature: (What is their handwriting like?)
Gender: Male
Gender Role: Masculine
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 25
Age Appearance: 19, 20
Birthday: (Self explanatory)
Deathday: (May not have one yet)
Birthplace: Gotham City
Astrological Sign: (Western)
Zodiac Sign: (Eastern)
Species: Human
Ethnicity: (Self Explanatory)
Blood Type: (Self explanatory)
Preferred Hand: Right Handed.
Facial Type: None Yet.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark
Hairstyle: (Self explanatory)
Skin Tone: White
Complexion: (Self explanatory)
Makeup: (If any)
Body Type: (Endomorph, Ectomorph, Mesomorph, or somewhere in between?)
Build: (Long legs, chubby cheeks, or muscular arms?)
Height: 6'0
Weight: 181 lbs.
Cup Size: Not a chick, sorry.
Facial Hair: None
Shoe Size: (Self Explanatory)
Birthmarks/scars: (Self explanatory)
Distinguishing Features: (Something unique that stands out)
Health: (How healthy is your character?)
Energy: (How much energy does your character have on a daily basis?)
Memory: (How well does your character remember things, and what do they remember?)
Senses: (Are any of your character's senses better or worse than others?)
Allergies: (Self Explanatory. May be optional.)
Handicaps: ([Ex: A limp, deafness, missing an eye] May be optional.)
Medication: (What meds do your character take, if any?)
Phobias: (Things that simply terrify your character. May be trivial or debilitating. Try to have at least one.)
Addictions: (Drugs, alcohol, gambling, or bad teen romance)
Mental Disorders: ([Ex: Depression, Bipolar Disorder, Paranoia.] May be optional.)
Dick was born to John and Mary Grayson; a pair of trapeze artists in Haly's Circus, known by their stage name The Flying Graysons. John and Mary fell to their deaths when D*ck was twelve, leaving him orphaned. He didn't know it at the time, but a criminal named Tony Zucco was responsible for their deaths. D*ck, now an orphan, was adopted by billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne.
Boiling with grief and resentment, D*ck made several attempts to run away, stealing Bruce's car to search for clues about his parents' deaths. Bruce, sensing D*ck's turmoil, revealed himself as Batman - the cowled scourge of Gotham's underworld - and offered D*ck a position as his sidekick, Robin.
During his time as Robin, D*ck befriended two other bird-themed vigilantes; Hawk and Dove. Bruce found their methods crude, but D*ck forged a strong friendship with them both, revelling in every opportunity to use excessive force. He even pursued a romantic relationship with Dove, one that ended in resentment and jealously. Another of D*ck's superhero friends was Donna Troy, aka. Wonder Woman's protรฉgรฉe Wondergirl. They bonded over playing second-fiddle to two of the Justice League's hardest hitters, and she inspired him to be a better detective, a better fighter. In 2016, D*ck discovered that Tony Zucco was his parents' killer. Robin had him arrested, but Zucco was promptly released on account of providing the police valuable intelligence about the Maroni crime family. Furious, D*ck ambushed Zucco's convoy and beat him mercilessly. They were interrupted by armed Maronis who fatally shot Zucco while D*ck watched. D*ck came to be disillusioned with Batman and left for Detroit in 2017. He felt that Bruce's methods were too vengeful, and feared that he would become corrupted by violence. He became a detective in the Detroit Police Department to keep criminals within arms' reach.
D*ck first encountered Rachel when she was brought into the DPD interrogation room for questioning regarding her mother's murder. Obviously distressed, Rachel told D*ck that she'd seen him in a vision as "the boy from the circus". Confused and concerned, he later found her being stuffed unconscious into a police car. D*ck gave chase, and tracked her to a room in an abandoned hotel, tied to a chair, with her captor dead in a pool of blood.
After briefly stopping for some coffee near Middleburg Heights, Ohio, Rachel and D*ck had a conversation regarding what had happened, but Rachel had no idea how she'd killed the man. Sensing Rachel's distress consoled Raven. They drove until nightfall, stopping for the night at Interstate 80 Motel. D*ck headed out for some pizza, returning home to find Rachel in shock, consoling her. The following day they headed to Dawn Granger and Hank Hall's place in Washington, D.C., where D*ck explained the situation to Dawn. They were interrupted by Hank, who was angry to see D*ck. That night, D*ck talked with Rachel, who questioned him as to why he'd hurt Dawn, as she could empathetically sense it, but D*ck refused to answer properly. He then called Alfred Pennyworth, hoping to get some money transferred in order to pay Dawn and Hank to look after Rachel. The following morning, he went to the federal reserve to pick it up. When Dawn and Rachel arrived back from a day out, D*ck talked to Dawn about the idea, but she didn't like it. Hank suddenly arrived home and saw Dawn holding D*ck's arm, causing the two men to get into a physical altercation, only to be stopped by a sonic scream from Rachel. D*ck and Rachel talked again that night, Rachel urging him to help Dawn out on her vigilante excursion that night. D*ck eventually came round, saving Hawk and Dove from a large group of armed thugs. They headed back to the apartment, finding Rachel on the rooftop. D*ck attempted to explain himself, but Rachel could sense D*ck still lying. They were suddenly interrupted by a family, who proceeded to instigate a fight. This ultimately led to D*ck and Dawn flying off the building. While D*ck was able to grab onto the ledge, Dawn was unsuccessful, much to the horror of D*ck
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Hey Nightwing, thanks for the request. The name's Artemis, Artemis Crock. The verses I write in are Young Justice, Teen Titans, Titans, The Flash, Stargirl, and Justice League. I would love to discuss a storyline with you.
He still felt just a little sore on the right side of his chest when he pulled his black t-shirt on over himself to cover up.
"What do you think, boy?" he asked as he turned to look at the white dog lying on the bed. Krypto barked at him, as if agreeing, before Conner turned to look at his reflection on the wall-sized window. "Yeah. I think so too.ย It's still so cool." He began to fiddle around with the bullet holes in the shirt, from where he had gotten shot, with two of his fingers. The memory of the night he had left his 'awesome shirt' with these two holes in it came to the surface as he thought about what had happened. How he had saved that guy, Jason Todd...he believed is what the others called him, before being shot by two Kryptonite bullets. He was told that he was lucky to have survived what happened to him. "I should get this fixed, though.
After he had been shot, Conner had spent a little time laid up in the very bed Krypto was lying on right now. Recovering. He wasn't exactly sure how long he had been laid up like that either. It could have been days. Weeks. He really couldn't say. He spent most of it asleep, and when he was awake he really wasn't very good at gaging the passage of time. It didn't help that there weren't any calendars or ways to keep track of such things in the room. Now that he was up and about, though, he felt like he shouldn't waste any more time than he already had while he was recovering. He wanted to get out there. He wanted to get outside the tower and experience life. To see the city. Have some fun. Save some lives.
So, after he got his shoes on he left his room to do just that. To leave the tower and go have some fun.
"Let's save a cat from a tree," Conner said with wonderment in his eyes and a big smile plastered on his face as he and his faithful companion walked away from his room and down the hallway towards where he thought the exit might be. He wasn't too sure where the exit was, but he was sure he'd find it soon enough if he kept looking. Krypto didn't seem to like his suggestion about saving a cat from a tree, though, because he gave Conner a low growl. A slight chuckle escaped the young clone at his buddy's apparent dislike of the feline species. Something Conner realized he knew plenty about, for some reason, but knew he never actually saw a cat before in his life. "Okay, okay, we won't save a cat then."
Then a new idea popped up in his head on what they could do once they got outside of the tower.
"Oh! I know! Let's go save the whales," he told his canine friend. "I saw something on the TV about people wanting to save the whales. So let's do that." He paused for a moment as he tilted his head in confusion while he and Krypto slowly made their way down the hallway. "I'm not really sure what they need saving from...but we'll find out when we find them, I guess. Right buddy?" He looked to Krypto for a moment, as if half-expecting him to disagree with that plan like he had done to his suggestion about saving a cat from a tree, before looking ahead again when Krypto didn't respond to his idea. "Great. We have our plan, then. We just need to get out of..." he paused, yet again, on what he was saying and stopped in his tracks when something had caught the attention of the young clone. "...hello."
Conner sidetracked from what he was doing to walk into the tower's training room. His eyes looked around in wonderment as a giddy feeling began to spur up inside of him over everything the training room had to offer. Training dummies, weapons, training sticks, and all sorts of other goodies for him to play with.
"New plan, Krypto. Let's play with this stuff first. Then we can go save the whales," Conner told his canine friend as he walked over to a training dummy.
Krypto walked over to another one to sniff around on it while Conner punched the one he was at. The moment his fist made contact with the training dummy it shattered. The shards of the dummy fell to the floor and only seemed to encourage the young clone to want to do it again. So, he moved to another training dummy and punched it as well. This one also exploded into shards and splinters, like the first one. After that, he sort of cut the last training dummy in half with his heat vision. Krypto used his own heat vision on that same dummy to cut what was left in half as well before peeing on it. Conner had grabbed for the front of his pants to follow in his friend's footsteps, to pee on the dummy himself like Krypto, but before he could get his pants undone to do so his eyes had caught sight of a sword on a nearby rack.
"Oh! Sword!"
His eyes sparkled with excitement as he picked it up and looked it over, but accidentally snapped it in half when he applied too much strength. After saying "whoops" he tossed the pieces aside like they didn't matter to get another sword. This one didn't snap in half like the first one. He was a little more careful, more gentle, with this one than he was the other one. Well, until he started swinging it around and pretended he was a Samurai that was coming for Krypto and accidentally broke the handle he was holding. Which seemed to spook his furry friend just a little, because he split the blade of the sword in two with his heat vision. Conner tossed what was left of this one aside as well, if it was no longer useful or fun for him, and scratched at the back of his head as he looked around at the damage he and Krypto caused. Not that he really saw anything wrong with what he had done.
Instead, he just stood there wondering if there was anything else in the room that he and Krypto could play with that he hadn't broken yet. Sadly for him - everything in there looked broken as his eyes scanned the room. "I think we're out of toys, buddy," said in a disappointed tone while Krypto stepped on a small flame by the wooden dummies caused by their heat vision attacks on it; as if purposely putting it out. "We broke everything. I hope our new friends won't get too mad at us for breaking all their toys."
