oh shit! Hope you're healing quick Gowi!
What he said. Hope you're doing okay Gowi
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What he said. Hope you're doing okay Gowi
@CallSignCorsair
Don't feel you have to. Your take on Croc seems spot on. No reason we can't both reference him.
Don't feel you have to. Your take on Croc seems spot on. No reason we can't both reference him.
I’m also going to put Kara aside, since I don’t feel comfortable with her being older than Dick frickin’ Grayson, ...
Or, you know, you could make Kara 11/12 and we could do our own version of Superman/Batman in which Robin heroically puts gum in her hair. For great justice.
@BrokenPromise Ghost rider is my jam. One of the coolest designed characters. Too bad his movies were awful.
R O B I N
The Boy Wonder • Richard “Dick” Grayson • 11 (b. 1957)
Vigilante based in Gotham City, New Jersey
Part Time since Summer Vacation 1967
The story of a circus kid whose parents are murdered as part of an organized crime shake-down is arguably even more iconic in Batman lore than the tragedy of Bruce Wayne. Keeping that intact, Dick will be entering the story at the end of his first year as Robin. The events of Robin: Year One will then be told backwards through a series of flashbacks that will coincide with several thematic stories based upon "Streets of Gotham" and updated to the period of 1968 - the focus of which will examine race and class divisions in Gotham and Bludhaven in a variety of crime and "slice of life" stories centered around drugs, poverty, crime, and race relations. He'll also be showcasing the transition from Beatlemania to Psychodelic Rock as the counterculture present in young society continues to evolve and progress. In this, Alfred will be a foil to him (representing the culture of the 1940s and 1950s).
The key takeaway here is that Dick is an Olympic-level acrobat and gymnast. What he's not is leet, a ninja, or a leet ninja. He's awkward, impulsive, and has no idea what he's actually doing. But he's figuring it out (not really). This is Robin starting out, still sheltered by the shadow of the Bat, but braving the notion of independence.
R O B I N
The Boy Wonder • Richard “Dick” Grayson • 11 (b. 1957)
Vigilante based in Gotham City, New Jersey
Part Time since Summer Vacation 1967
The story of a circus kid whose parents are murdered as part of an organized crime shake-down is arguably even more iconic in Batman lore than the tragedy of Bruce Wayne. Keeping that intact, Dick will be entering the story at the end of his first year as Robin. The events of Robin: Year One will then be told backwards through a series of flashbacks that will coincide with several thematic stories based upon "Streets of Gotham" and updated to the period of 1968 - the focus of which will examine race and class divisions in Gotham and Bludhaven in a variety of crime and "slice of life" stories centered around drugs, poverty, crime, and race relations. He'll also be showcasing the transition from Beatlemania to Psychodelic Rock as the counterculture present in young society continues to evolve and progress. In this, Alfred will be a foil to him (representing the culture of the 1940s and 1950s).
The key takeaway here is that Dick is an Olympic-level acrobat and gymnast. What he's not is leet, a ninja, or a leet ninja. He's awkward, impulsive, and has no idea what he's actually doing. But he's figuring it out (not really). This is Robin starting out, still sheltered by the shadow of the Bat, but braving the notion of independence.
Back in classes, but I'll get something up to move Dilly's story ahead this weekend.
A low rumble echoed through the underbrush.
The distinctive, grey furred snout cut through the foliage. The powerful frame of the predator emerging into view as the wolfos pass through the brush with barely a sound. Through the canopy above, the fading light of dusk cast a haunting silhouette. A shadow among the shadows. The whites of the beast’s fangs resplendent as it opened it’s serrated maw, another low roll of growled thunder echoing through the trees.
Then two more appeared, as though demons of air and darkness. The wolfos pack padded around the opening in the brush, before finally the first vanished off into the other side of the clearing. The two others followed quickly behind, the wolfos passing into the night as silently as they had first appeared.
A light emerged from beneath a leaf, as though a firefly had taken flight. The soft light blossomed until it was a softly pulsing orb. Butterfly wings, transparent, almost invisible, were illuminated on the back of the strange, otherworldly creature as it passed through the air to circle high up around another tree.
As it did, the fairy’s light revealed the face of a child. His small form concealed in shadow, as he crouched up in the branches over where the wolfos pack had ventured beneath. He’d been aware that they’d been hunted since departing the Kokiri Village, though it wasn’t until now that he could have given name or form to what lurked in the darkness.
At least now he knew, though all things being equal, he didn’t like the idea of picking a fight with a wolfos pack. Particularly as he doubted the three that had been seen were all that was out there.
The boy dropped down to the path below. He paused there a moment, the dusky twilight reflecting from off a polished metal blade. He held the sword in a reverse grip, his other hand up in a boxer’s guard as he waited. He remained like that for awhile, listening to the sounds of the forest, as though questioning whether the wolfos would have doubled back in search of their prey.
After awhile, he straightened up, the sword still held at the ready as he used his free hand to gesture to the fairy. Then, like the wolfos, the boy moved into the brush with barely a sound to mark his passage.
They had traveled on without incident, when the boy suddenly stopped again. This time, kneeling near where low-hanging branches extended out toward the road. Some were broken, suggesting that someone had come through him.
The wind-swept, dirt path didn’t seem to bear evidence of anyone come though. At least, not recently. Someone had though, at some point close enough that the broken twigs and rustled branches were still present.
It was something he’d have to mention when he returned to the village.
In the meantime, there was still a question of the Forest Temple. And so the boy continued onward.
The distinctive, grey furred snout cut through the foliage. The powerful frame of the predator emerging into view as the wolfos pass through the brush with barely a sound. Through the canopy above, the fading light of dusk cast a haunting silhouette. A shadow among the shadows. The whites of the beast’s fangs resplendent as it opened it’s serrated maw, another low roll of growled thunder echoing through the trees.
Then two more appeared, as though demons of air and darkness. The wolfos pack padded around the opening in the brush, before finally the first vanished off into the other side of the clearing. The two others followed quickly behind, the wolfos passing into the night as silently as they had first appeared.
A light emerged from beneath a leaf, as though a firefly had taken flight. The soft light blossomed until it was a softly pulsing orb. Butterfly wings, transparent, almost invisible, were illuminated on the back of the strange, otherworldly creature as it passed through the air to circle high up around another tree.
As it did, the fairy’s light revealed the face of a child. His small form concealed in shadow, as he crouched up in the branches over where the wolfos pack had ventured beneath. He’d been aware that they’d been hunted since departing the Kokiri Village, though it wasn’t until now that he could have given name or form to what lurked in the darkness.
At least now he knew, though all things being equal, he didn’t like the idea of picking a fight with a wolfos pack. Particularly as he doubted the three that had been seen were all that was out there.
The boy dropped down to the path below. He paused there a moment, the dusky twilight reflecting from off a polished metal blade. He held the sword in a reverse grip, his other hand up in a boxer’s guard as he waited. He remained like that for awhile, listening to the sounds of the forest, as though questioning whether the wolfos would have doubled back in search of their prey.
After awhile, he straightened up, the sword still held at the ready as he used his free hand to gesture to the fairy. Then, like the wolfos, the boy moved into the brush with barely a sound to mark his passage.
They had traveled on without incident, when the boy suddenly stopped again. This time, kneeling near where low-hanging branches extended out toward the road. Some were broken, suggesting that someone had come through him.
The wind-swept, dirt path didn’t seem to bear evidence of anyone come though. At least, not recently. Someone had though, at some point close enough that the broken twigs and rustled branches were still present.
It was something he’d have to mention when he returned to the village.
In the meantime, there was still a question of the Forest Temple. And so the boy continued onward.
@ColonelCaboose
Cheers.
I read over some of the posts about the Lost Woods. I'll get a post up in the IC and perhaps we can work things from there to have Dilly and the group meet in some fashion.
Cheers.
I read over some of the posts about the Lost Woods. I'll get a post up in the IC and perhaps we can work things from there to have Dilly and the group meet in some fashion.
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