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[color=darkgray][center][h1][color=0fb287][b]G R E E N   A R R O W[/b][/color][/h1]
[b][sup][i]“Why, you speak treason!”
“Fluently.”[/i]
[color=0fb287][b]L A D Y   M A R I A N   &   R O B I N   H O O D[/b][/color][/sup][/b]
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[color=0fb287][sub][b]N A M E[/b][/sub][/color][hr][indent]Oliver Jonas "Ollie" Queen[/indent]
[color=0fb287][sub][b]A L I A S[/b][/sub][/color][hr][indent]Green Arrow[/indent]
[color=0fb287][sub][b]P O W E R S   A N D   A B I L I T I E S[/b][/sub][/color][hr][indent]The Island has transformed Oliver. Put through a gauntlet of violence and death, he’s come out the other side with skills his younger self would never have dreamed of. Oliver’s an [color=0fb287][b]archer[/b][/color], and a damn good one at that. The desperation of a life spent surviving has instilled within him a philosophy of never missing, and that’s reflected in his [b][color=0fb287]markmanship[/color][/b] – when he shoots an arrow, it meets its mark. His years away have seen him become a formidable [color=0fb287][b]combatant[/b][/color] in [color=0fb287][b]peak physical condition[/b][/color]; struggles on the Island were quick and brutal, and his style reflects that. [b][color=0fb287]Urban and environmental traversal[/color][/b] were essential then, and they’re essential now – and his knowledge of [b][color=0fb287]Russian[/color][/b] and [b][color=0fb287]Japanese[/color][/b] don’t hurt, either. The thing he got really good at, though… [i]really[/i] good at… was the art of [color=0fb287][b]killing[/b][/color]. 

But he tries not to think about that.[/indent]
[color=0fb287][sub][b]O R I G I N   A N D   B A C K S T O R Y[/b][/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=0fb287][b]Oliver Jonas Queen[/b][/color] was born to Robert and Moira Queen in Star City, California, in the year of 1990. His family was extremely wealthy, his father the founder and CEO of Queen Industries, a multi-billion dollar conglomerate with a strong foothold in the international technology market. Oliver wanted for naught, his every need provided for him, and then some. His view on life was that it was easy, and one only had to take a look at him to see it: he was lazy, arrogant, and ignorant of the struggles most other people faced. As a young teen, he took a brief interest in archery, and in typical Queen fashion, he was provided with the best instructor money could hire, taught privately at the Queen Family Mansion. This would last all of two years, Oliver’s focus shifting towards other, less disciplined hobbies. Together with his best friend, Tommy Merlyn, he barely scraped through boarding school, and after it was over, all they knew was booze and women. Oliver met Dinah Laurel Lance when they were twenty-two. He was an idiot, and she was unlike any other girl he’d been with before: one with character. Somehow, they started dating.

Sick of his son’s frivolous ways, Robert decided to take Oliver with him on a business trip to Beijing for his twenty-third birthday. Travelling on Robert’s yacht, [i]The Queen’s Gambit[/i], he hoped to talk some sense into Oliver, if not to convince him to get his MBA and take a position in Queen Industries, then to try and get him to try out philanthropy for himself, or, well... [i]anything.[/i] Oliver saw this as an opportunity for something else; with their relationship on shaky ground, he invited Dinah along in an attempt to stabilise it, envisioning a romantic few weeks on the water. It was around then that he realised he might finally be taking something seriously. Before any serious talks, Robert gave Oliver his birthday present – Howard Hill’s bow from [i]The Adventures of Robin Hood[/i] – in an attempt to remind Oliver of the last time he truly had a passion for something. He would attempt to broach the subject of responsibility tomorrow. But before he could do so, the [i]Gambit[/i] was swept in a freak storm, and as it sunk, Oliver watched his father die – left to drift in a lifeboat with Dinah. They arrived at shore days later, stranded in a place they would come to know only as "The Island." Back home, Dinah Lance, and Oliver and Robert Queen were presumed dead, buried in empty coffins.

Five years later, Oliver and Dinah returned home. Much had changed during the time they were gone, and for the next four months, they would try to adjust to civilised life once more, intending to leave the horrors of the Island behind. But life has a funny way of spitting in your face.[/indent]
[color=0fb287][sub][b]W H A T   M A K E S   T H I S   C H A R A C T E R   " U L T I M A T E " ?[/b][/sub][/color][hr][indent]The biggest differences, I think, are that A) Oliver and Dinah knew each other before they started dabbling in this superhero gig,  B) they were on the Island together, and C) neither of them really wants to do anything with their abilities, and would really rather just try to adjust to normal life again. Obviously, this won’t work out for them, and before long we’ll see bad guys shot at with arrows, with their eardrums blown out. It’s just a matter of time.

A thing to note is that this isn’t the Oliver from the comics yet. He’s still dealing with his experience on the Island, and won’t get over them for quite some time. But he’ll eventually move past his damage, and (hopefully) come to take his place among the greats. [/indent]
[color=0fb287][sub][b]S U P P O R T I N G   C H A R A C T E R S[/b][/sub][/color][hr][indent][hider=][i]Dinah Laurel Lance –[/i] Oliver’s girlfriend, who shared in the nightmare of the Island.

[i]Thomas "Tommy" Merlyn –[/i] Oliver’s best friend since diapers, now climbing the ranks of his father’s company, Merlyn Global. 

[i]Thea Queen –[/i] Oliver’s little sister, twenty years old. Sole resident of the Queen Family Mansion after Moira Queen’s passing one year ago. 

[i]John Diggle –[/i] Thea’s bodyguard, formerly Moira’s before her death. Ex-S.H.I.E.L.D., and before that, ex-Green Beret.

[i]Walter Steele –[/i] CEO of Queen Industries, handed control of the conglomerate by Moira Queen in the late stages of her cancer. An honest man, good to Thea. Like a substitute father. 

[i]Captain Quentin Lawrence "Larry" Lance –[/i] A captain at the S.C.P.D., and Dinah’s father.

[i]Dinah Drake –[/i] Dinah’s mother. Owns the Sherwood Florist, a flower shop at Orchid Bay.

[i]Sara Lance –[/i] Dinah’s little sister, twenty-one years old. Became close friends with Thea following their siblings' presumed death.

[i]Malcolm Merlyn –[/i] Mayor of Star City, founder of Merlyn Global, and father of Tommy Merlyn.

[i]Roy Harper –[/i] ???
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Sometimes he’d catch himself reaching for an arrow. 

He could be eating breakfast. Exercising. Playing catch-up with the world. Something would move in the corner of his eye, or he would hear some sound – approaching footsteps, the crackle of leaves, a door’s strained creak – and all of a sudden he’d be back on the Island. 

Back in the dirt and the forest, sticky with sweat and blood and ducking, something hot and fast flying past his head, as he reaches for his quiver and pulls out an arrow, his heart pounding in tandem with the gunfire. And as he takes aim he can feel his shoulders tighten, and he fills his lungs with air until they press against his ribcage, breathing out in an explosive burst as he lets the arrow loose. It meets its target with a thud, slamming into the gunman’s chest – the gunman, who lets out a windless cry, a wild shot from his rifle echoing through the woods. He’s on the ground now, and Oliver takes a moment to watch as the life leaves his body, his chin covered in red, the wooden shaft of the arrow rising up out of his sternum like a flag erected to lay claim to his life. Further away, lost among the trees, a piercing scream stabs into Oliver’s ears –

– and he would remind himself that he wasn’t on the Island anymore. His hand would lower itself from an imaginary quiver, taking its place back by his side, and he’d let out a shaky breath, trying for the thousandth time to get used to the idea that he didn’t have to fight anymore. That he was safe. It always felt like a lie.

Today was no different.

“Itchy back, Mr. Queen?” asked John Diggle.

The bodyguard stood in the doorway to his father’s old study. It was a large room, filled with old books and mahogany, the smell of paper thick and oddly comforting. Thea said that after the [i]Gambit[/i] sunk, Mom had often come in here to think. It made her feel close to Robert. He’d spent so much time there… So Oliver would come in here, too. To feel close to both of them.

[color=0fb287][b]“Hm?”[/b][/color] Oliver lowered his hand, turning to face Diggle. [b][color=0fb287]“Oh, Mr. Diggle. Yeah, actually, it’s – it’s kinda killing me. Do you mind…?”[/color][/b]

The man stared at him blankly, unsure of how to respond. He was tall, built like a truck. Ex-S.H.I.E.L.D., apparently. Oliver had met a few ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives on the Island. They weren’t that tough.

He smiled. [b][color=0fb287]“Kidding.”[/color][/b]

Diggle returned a smile, but it wasn’t genuine. Not really. He seemed almost on-edge, as if something was bothering him. Rigid and unmoving, like prey that knew it was being hunted. It wasn’t the first time he’d been like this around Oliver.

[color=0fb287][b]“Everything okay?”[/b][/color] asked Ollie. [color=0fb287][b]“Thea giving you a hard time again?”[/b][/color]

“No, sir. Your sister’s fine, getting ready to leave in a couple of minutes. I just thought I’d check in on you, see how you’re doing.”

[color=0fb287][b]“Oh. Right. I’m doing pretty fine. Just thinking on stuff,”[/b][/color] he said. [color=0fb287][b]“What about you? How’s the security life treating you?” [/b][/color]

“As well as it always does, sir. I can’t complain.”

[color=0fb287][b]“Not even a little bit?”[/b][/color] he joked.

“Not at all, Mr. Queen. You and your sister are great employers. So was your mother.”

It was like talking to a brick wall.

Oliver straightened up, walking towards Diggle. The bodyguard’s eyes never left him, following him across the room. 

[color=0fb287][b]“Can I ask you a question?”[/b][/color]

Diggle nodded. “Yes, sir.”

[color=0fb287][b]“Why do you always look like you’re about to fight that Superman guy when I’m around?”[/b][/color]

He blinked. “Come again?”

Oliver met his gaze, and held it there.

[color=0fb287][b]“Are you scared of me, Mr. Diggle?”[/b][/color]

Diggle hesitated, taken aback. 

“To tell you the truth?” he dropped his eyes, “Shitless, sir.”

He sighed, massaging the back of his neck. His jacket arm almost split as he bent it, his bicep flexing into that of a giant’s.  “I can’t get a good read on you.”

Oliver gave a perplexed smile as he crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. [color=0fb287][b]“Why would you want to?”[/b][/color]

“With all due respect, Mr. Queen,” he said, “I’m ex-Special Forces. I know damaged goods when I see them. And I just can’t tell whether you’re the dangerous kind.”

[color=0fb287][b]“I was stuck on an island with my girlfriend for five years, Digg,”[/b][/color] laughed Oliver. [color=0fb287][b]“The most damage I have is from when she got sick of me. Let me tell you, if anyone’s the dangerous one, it’s her.”[/b][/color]

Diggle allowed himself a smile at that. It was small, sure, and his eyes still spoke of discomfort, but some progress was better than none. Baby steps, and all that. 

“Right,” he said, “Well, I’d better get going, sir. Your sister’s probably waiting at the car by now. My apologies if I was out of line.”

[color=0fb287][b]“Oh, [i]psh-aw[/i],”[/b][/color] said Oliver, [color=0fb287][b]“I was the one who asked. I’ll catch you later, Mr. Diggle.”[/b][/color]

The bodyguard nodded his farewell, his shoes creating a small echo as they clicked against the tiled flooring. Oliver watched him walk down the hallway – this tank of a man, who used to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and a Green Beret before that. This man, who had probably seen his fair share of bloodshed and suffering. This man, who was scared by the twenty-eight year old son of a dead billionaire. And as he watched Diggle get further and further away, Oliver clamped his jaw tight, trying hard to repress a shudder as a thought ran through his mind...

… that Diggle had no idea how right he was to fear him.
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