[CENTER][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L[/B][/COLOR][h1][color=DARKGREEN][b]G R E E N A R R O W[/b][/color][/h1][hr] [img]https://townsquare.media/site/622/files/2016/10/ga_featured.jpg?w=1200&h=0&zc=1&s=0&a=t&q=89[/img][h3][sup][sub][color=olivedrab]O L I V E R J O N A S Q U E E N [color=forestgreen]♦[/color] V I G I L A N T E / B U S I N E S S M A N [color=forestgreen]♦[/color] S T A R C I T Y [color=forestgreen]♦[/color] Q U E E N I N D U S T R I E S[/color][/sub][/sup][/h3][img]IMAGE/BANNER[/img] [/CENTER][COLOR=forestgreen][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR] [CENTER][sup][color=green]"I've failed this city. I've left it alone, and left the people I should be protecting exposed. I'm never going to let that happen again."[/color][/sup][/CENTER] [INDENT][INDENT][i]The son of tech billionaire Robert Queen and his wife, Moira, Oliver inherited Queen Industries and all its holdings upon their passing before his 21st birthday. Like most opportunities, Oliver squandered it, instead choosing to live a life of affluent debauchery. Not long after, an apparent incident at sea left Oliver stranded on a seemingly deserted island and thought dead to the world. But things are rarely as they seem. After three years of harsh survival on an island fraught with danger, Oliver Queen returned to civilization a changed man. In the four years since his return to Star City, Oliver has dedicated himself to cleaning up his city, rooting out corruption, and helping the downtrodden. [/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=forestgreen][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]As a character, Oliver's goals are typical of his portrayals. I'm not looking to discover electricity with this interpretation, just to keep it grounded. I have no interest in telling an origin story here. This is a Green Arrow who is experienced and highly trained. He has seven years of vigilantism under his belt if we count his time on the island bringing down Chien Na Wei's heroin operation. He's had a successful career in uprooting and destroying Star City's organized crime families. He has allies on the police force, in the district attorney's office, and in the local vigilante community. He has his fortune, his company, and all the technological perks that come with it. I plan to use Ollie as a vehicle to have fun with good 'ol fashioned, street-level crime-busting with a sprinkle of political activism. While thus far in his story, his role as Green Arrow has been largely kept to the Star City limits, I also plan to put the character in positions prime for collaboration and crossovers.[/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=forestgreen][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]I'm not going to list every foe Ollie has or has not faced thus far, but the major highlights are as follows: [hider=Chien Na Wei, AKA China White:] The ruthless leader of one of the South Pacific's largest drug empires. The island Oliver washed up on was home to a major portion of her operation, and the two clashed fiercely culminating in the near-death of the drug lord and the collapse of her criminal enterprise. [/hider] [hider=Isabel Rochev:] Former partner to the late Robert Queen. Arranged for Oliver's accident at sea in order to remove him from control of Queen Industries after watching the young Queen run the business into the ground over the course of a few months. Upon his return to Star City, and another attempt at his life, Rochev was arrested and control of the company was relinquished back to Oliver. [/hider] [hider=Werner Zytle, AKA The Count:] The head of the largest organized crime family in Star City. With control over most aspects of the city's criminal doings, as well as its political infrastructure, his organization was the central focus of Oliver's initial couple of years as the Green Arrow. It is only recently that Oliver has managed to finally bring Zytle and his crime family to its knees. Although the organization has largely dissolved in the last few months, Vertigo, a designer drug engineered by Zytle, still plagues the city. [/hider] I have plans for more, of course. For the most part, though, I'm interested in taking obscure and/or joke characters and turning them into genuine threats and adversaries, updating them for the modern world with a grounded approach. [/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=forestgreen][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]S A M P L E P O S T:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][I]The city was alive. Three million voices calling out all at once. They spoke of many things; told many tales. Newfound happiness. Unexpected tragedies. Simple joys and complicated loves. The loudest voices, though, the ones that so often were shouted up to the heavens begging for a response of any kind, were the ones so often ignored. It's not that they went unheard, rather those that were in place to hear didn't care to listen. Star City, the great tech capital of northern California, was cold. Like many American cities, it had been corrupted and twisted; the warm, beating heart surgically removed by a trillion-dollar scalpel and replaced by an unfeeling facsimile. Its soul had been bottled up into jars labeled 'elitism' and tucked far away in the deepest recesses. Three million voices. A choir of whispers and screams, laughter and tears. They rang out across the peaks of cutting-edge skyscrapers, danced through the picturesque suburbs, and softly died out amongst the furthest, destitute portions of the city. They cried out for help. For hope. Pleaded with the powers-that-be to do [/i]something[i], [/i]anything[i], for the good of the many. Three million voices failed time and time again by those who [/i]could, [I]who [/i]should[I], be amplifying those voices' calls for change. Those voices have gone unanswered for too long. No longer will their empty echoes clatter hopelessly against imposing towers of metal, glass, and greed. The city was alive, and it beat with a calculating rhythm supplied by the artificial blood of lucre. Enterprising indifference was a disease that corroded its bones. Once, a lifetime ago, I had neglected the city and abandoned its people to languish needlessly. It was a mistake that I will never let happen again. My name is Oliver Queen. I hear the voices of my city. I [/i]am[I] listening. This is our home and it's time to cut away the rot. [/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=forestgreen][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]P O S T C A T A L O G:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i][/i][/indent][/indent]