Hillan

Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

A R S E N A L

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^{"Hold my beer, I've got to make this shot."}

^{Roy Harper♦ 19/1 1991 (26) ♦ M A L E ♦ NEUTRAL GOOD}

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

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The idea is to play a Roy who, for the most part, is identical to that of the Canon one, at least by the start of the New 52. A depressed alcoholic who's aiming to take his own life, yet not able to do it himself. He searches out danger, throwing himself into dangerous situations, in the hopes of doing one last bit of good before he gets killed.
The character will be dragged out of this path by his long time, and closest friend, Dick Grayson. As the latter approaches him with a mission that requires his skills. The idea is to write how Roy fights against his vices, how he deals with constantly being the underdog, and how he'll keep himself above water in his lifelong fight against depression.

N O T E S:

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I'll workout a Timeline sometime soon, but I'll jot down a couple of things that are on my mind for him so far.

Born from Native American ancestory, was raised by Natives for his first eight years, his mom then moved with him to Star City. His mother was a long time alcoholic and heroine addict, having more step fathers than Roy could ever remember, each of them a bigger bastard than the last.

He took to some petty crime, but always felt like there was more to life than stealing pocket change from people, soon, he began picking fights with the actual criminals, as a teenager he was protecting people. Upon the emergence of the Green Arrow, it inspired Roy, and he, like the Vigilante, began using a bow and arrow, like he had been taught in his childhood.

The Green Arrow would eventually take him in and make him his protégé, his sidekick, his partner. Oliver dubbed him Speedy, and as a 15 year old, he was patrolling the streets of Star City.

He joined the Teen Titans in his late teens, where he became good friends with Dick Grayson, Starfire, Raven and the rest, but when the team eventually went their own ways, he took the streets of Star City again, this time under the guise of Red Arrow. The years of being a vigilante began tearing at him. When he was 20 years old, his mother died from an overdose, supplied by her fourth husband. Upon learning this, Roy broke into the man's house on the night of his mother's funeral and beat him to death in a fit of uncontrollable rage.

He continued as The Red Arrow for another couple of months, while turning to the bottle like his mother had before him, he eventually retired when he couldn't shoot his bow anymore. Going further down into his misery, he traveled the world, performing odd jobs where he could to get enough money to buy another bottle and a warm bed.

Now, in 2017, he's tired of living, life's not for him and armed with cynical wit, an unhealthy dose of apathy and sarcastic outlook on life, he's putting his foot forward to try and put some good into the world as his final act before he leaves it for good.

Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

A R S E N A L

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^{"Hold my beer, I've got to make this shot."}

^{Roy Harper♦ 19/1 1991 (26) ♦ M A L E ♦ NEUTRAL GOOD}

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

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The idea is to play a Roy who, for the most part, is identical to that of the Canon one, at least by the start of the New 52. A depressed alcoholic who's aiming to take his own life, yet not able to do it himself. He searches out danger, throwing himself into dangerous situations, in the hopes of doing one last bit of good before he gets killed.
The character will be dragged out of this path by his long time, and closest friend, Dick Grayson. As the latter approaches him with a mission that requires his skills. The idea is to write how Roy fights against his vices, how he deals with constantly being the underdog, and how he'll keep himself above water in his lifelong fight against depression.

N O T E S:

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I'll workout a Timeline sometime soon, but I'll jot down a couple of things that are on my mind for him so far.

Born from Native American ancestry. He was raised by Natives for his first eight years, his mom then moved with him to Star City. His mother was a long time alcoholic and heroine addict, having more step fathers than Roy could ever remember, each of them a bigger bastard than the last.

He took to some petty crime, but always felt like there was more to life than stealing pocket change from people, soon, he began picking fights with the actual criminals, as a teenager he was protecting people. Upon the emergence of the Green Arrow, it inspired Roy, and he, like the Vigilante, began using a bow and arrow, like he had been taught in his childhood.

The Green Arrow would eventually take him in and make him his protégé, his sidekick, his partner. Oliver dubbed him Speedy, and as a 15 year old, he was patrolling the streets of Star City.

He joined the Teen Titans in his late teens, where he became good friends with Dick Grayson, Starfire, Raven and the rest, but when the team eventually went their own ways, he took the streets of Star City again, this time under the guise of Red Arrow. The years of being a vigilante began tearing at him. When he was 20 years old, his mother died from an overdose, supplied by her fourth husband. Upon learning this, Roy broke into the man's house on the night of his mother's funeral and beat him to death in a fit of uncontrollable rage.

He continued as The Red Arrow for another couple of months, while turning to the bottle like his mother had before him, he eventually retired when he couldn't shoot his bow anymore. Going further down into his misery, he traveled the world, performing odd jobs where he could to get enough money to buy another bottle and a warm bed.

Now, in 2017, he's tired of living, life's not for him and armed with cynical wit, an unhealthy dose of apathy and sarcastic outlook on life, he's putting his foot forward to try and put some good into the world as his final act before he leaves it for good.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Kuhn scoffed as Macario headed back to his boat. "Kind of a butter betty dat one, isn't he? I'll try and find out anyting about dis contest. See if I can figure out where da wine's being held, if we're to steal it proper." Kuhn noted, as he too made his way down from the lookout point, heading in the opposite direction to Lina. He had been walking for a good five minutes, as he came to a fourway crossroads. At all of the roads, there were signs that pointed in the direction of the road. The wooden signs all read the same thing; "Locksley Inn, 600 meters."

"Dat's... Strange." Kuhn thought to himself, taking the path to the left, he headed towards this Inn that somehow managed to be in four places at once. In another couple of minutes, the gunslinger arrived at the Locksley inn, a tavern like most others, the sign was shaped like an arrow, and in the doorway a guy wearing a feathered cap stood, leaning against the door. "Oi!" Kuhn asked, the man looking up at the stranger.
"What can I do ya' for?"

"You happen to know anything about the Wine Tasting Contest?" Kuhn asked, and the man froze up. "Yeah. It's over at The Locksley Inn. Filthy pricks stole it from us this year."

"... Mate, dis is da Locksley Inn, says so on da sign. Are you not part of dis here establishment?"

"Hm? What are you talking about? This is the Locksley Inn. I'm the bouncer, this is a high-class establishment, not like the shitty Locksley Inn."

"... What."

"Ya' daft, cowboy? This is a different place. the Locksley Inn is our biggest competition, always fighting for the wine contest with us and the other two inns, that are also both terrible, just not as bad as that one." The man explained, and Kuhn shook his head. "So.. There's four different inns?"

"Completely different. Yes."

".. All named Locksley Inn?"

"What? No. This is Locksley Inn. The others are Locksley, Locksley Inn, and the third one is the Locksley Inn."

"You're saying it weird.."

"What's so hard to understand? They're named after the four families who opened the inns, six hundred meters away from the crossroads some hundred years ago, back when Stagio Island was first founded."

"I- What. Know what? Nevermind. Do you have beer? I need a drink."

"We do, if you have cash. Or you can pay by other means."

".... Like?"

"We armwrestle a lot over here."

"I can do dat."

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Chester was digging through the stash of the lying merchant, trying to find the grog he had been promised, only finding either empty bottles, bottles filled with water, or those that was currently becoming alcohol, none of which was finished. Till his grubby hands made their way to the bottom of the rack, furthest in, breaking several bottles as he reached for it, he found the bottle, pulling it out, he smiled, heading outside from the little shack he had broken into, he uncorked it and took one sip, feeling the taste as the liquid energized him, the joy of the booze distracting him from noticing the shadowy figure appear from behind.

The sunlight reflected off of his arm as the forearm of the large man struck Chester in a upward motion, hitting Chester in the back, cutting the pirate up to the shoulder. Making him stumble forward turning around to face his opponent, as the larger - blue clad man cross slashed Chester in the chest with his arms, slicing his chest as blood splattered over the larger man. Chester fell to his knees, holding his chest in agony as he panted, caped figure grabbed him by the hair. "You should've stayed out of my business, little man." He threw him him as hard as he could in the other direction, towards the sea, he landed some ten meters out of the beach in the water, sinking like a rock.

The black haired, navy clad ninja emerged at his master's side, all markings of his previous encounter with the Grog Warriors were now gone, once again. "You can go tell Goldenrod that that Chester kid's taken care off." Cerulean instructed Marv, whom nodded. "Beautiful throw, sir." Cerulean gave him a smile, the cheeky, coy kind he had been practicing for the last few minutes, making his way down to the warehouse district.

"Thanks, Marv. I felt good about it."

Naruto: Years of Winter - an Alternate Universe

@Hillan Can you post a permanent link to the discord again?

@Buddha

discord.gg/4xBACj8

Naruto: Years of Winter - an Alternate Universe

@pkken@Hillan @LokiLeo789 So team Konoha is in the lead right now in regards to finishing the mission and to give the others some time to play catch up I'm going to wait for tomorrow to move us on. (Because I know you guys are all active and we can move on regardless.)

For other teams it seems like there has been some inactivity. Crash seemed
absent so I'll have a look and figure out if these people are out of the rp or just winding down from Christmas.

Remember it's dexember - we all have to spend time on real life. So don't panic if the RP slows down.

@Buddha

Too late. I already lit everything on fire.

Naruto: Years of Winter - an Alternate Universe

Sarutobi Ira

The gale from the Hokage's jutsu came towards Ira and the two chunnin, after knocking the Eight-Tails one tentacle off it's course, saving their life, yet instantly putting it in danger again. While the Hyuuga and the heir to the Sarutobi clan ducked and hit the ground, Ira stood steadfast, putting crossing his arms over his face as they were covered in metal, the natural resistant to wind his Steel had allowed him to without any injury parry the technique, only sliding backwards a little from the impact as it dispersed around him.

Ira watched the Kumo ninja arrive and surround them, out numbering them four to one, he let out a loud gulp. "Well.. Shit." He exclaimed, as the Hokage started combat with the cloud forces, engaging them with her techniques, taking four of them on at once, truly a remarkable show of skill. Ira got engaged on by a Shinobi donning knuckle dusters, the man was bigger than him, wearing a flack jacket - a chunnin, for sure. He leapt from his place in the trees to a tree above the three Konoha ninja, Ira quickly coated his arms once more, with thicker steel, increasing the strength of his hit, as he full force let out a punch at the rather thick tree behind him, cutting it down with but the force of his fist. The ninja was surprised, as the tree he was standing on fell to the ground, so much so that he fell towards the ground, recovering in the air, regaining his composure.

"Tch. Konoha nin? You seem pretty strong for a kid." The Cloud shinobi said, and Ira blew his hair out of his face. "You'd think I was in charge of these two losers." Pointing back at Mu and Dio, who were now knee-deep in enemy combatants. The cloud ninja smirked. "Sure. You do realize your trespassing could lead to a war, right?" The ninja said, as Ira nodded. "It could. But you're a scout patrol, and we're a diplomatic envoy lead by the Hokage, assaulted by a tailed beast, that you according to official records should not have on your territory." Ira explained, remembering reading the informational papers his father got sent to his house, he always had been interested in the global politics and the interactions between the hidden villages.

"That's the Hokage? You're joking!" The chunnin - probably only a few years older than Ira shouted, as Ira smirked. "Hardly. You think we're some schmucks? Some low-level soldiers of no renown who are sent out on their first mission, behind enemy lines with the Hokage? What a joke!" He exclaimed, the Chunnin lowered his stance a little, clearly showing signs of getting unnerved - upon seeing how the oldest of the group - the one eyed lady - fighting even with the strongest fighters in his unit.

"We're the Hokage's elite guard. The two behind me are as strong as ten Jonin. I'm more like a hundred. Our mission is to protect Lady Mawari-Sama. You are outmatched here. Return home. Or face My wrath." Ira warned him, the only emotion one could see on his face was a sadistic smirk. The Chunnin had a few drops of sweat rolling down his face ."Grrr.... I-I wouldn't be much of a ninja if I didn't protect my borders. Even if what you're saying is true.. HERE I GO!" He shouted, charging Ira, who's face changed expresions. "Hey! Wait a minute! Didn't you hear me! Hokage elite guard, I'll kill you!" Ira shouted, as the chunnin charged at him, moving faster than Ira could counter, as his knuckle-dusted hand was about to clash with Ira's face, the Cloud ninja vanished in a flash - swept away by the Hokage.

"I- Wha - Oh." Ira exclaimed, surprised, catching his breath, as he heard something above him, a ninja armed with a tanto came leaping at him, spinning from the air. He stepped back, avoiding the cut narrowly as the ninja landed - dealing a kick to his chest, he could barely make a metal plate in the spot in time to protect himself, still being thrown back from the attack, sliding on his boots. "You wanna start a war?! THEN LET'S GO!" Ira shouted, charging at the shinobi, whom did the same, charging at him, the Cloud ninja hit Ira with the hilt of his sword as Ira threw his fist at the ninja, the tanto collided with his face before his fist hit the enenmy, he felt the lack of power behind the hit - the enemy was pulling his punches, he was wearing a gray face mask, only his eyes could be seen through the mask - they were young.

The enemy was another young soldier, just like him. doing his best to stave off a war. As his full-force black fist was about to collide with the enemy genin's face, Ira pulled his punch, simply nudging the enemy in the face. Naturally, they could never admit they were doing this - they had to give off the imporession they were powerful, strong enough to not be messed with.

"I told your friend. We're a diplomatic envoy - the guards of the Third hokage. You have no chance, stand down!" He continued to lie, the genin shook his head. "Yeah? And? I'm the Second Raikage!" The ninja shouted, as he weaved a handseal, a gust of wind was produced from his palm that he used to send Ira flying backwards - the Sarutobi quickly regained his balance.

Shit, this Kid saw through me. As he did, another cloud ninja attack Ira, Dio stepping in to save him, leaving with a snide remark. "Yeah, well? Screw you!" Ira shouted, the genin with the sword attacking him again, Ira sidestepped the sweeping blade, delivering a soft knee to the boy's stomach.

"Miracle destruction punch!" Ira shouted, as he unleashed a uppercut, hitting the boy's chin, not hard enough to actually hurt him. Yet, the boy leapt into the air, mimicing actually getting injured. "Man, you're really looking for a war, Leaf-scum!"

Shit, he's smart. Ira suddenly held his arm, wincing in pain. "Grr, you sneaky Cloud ninja! Using a unseeable wind technique to cut my arm!" He pretended, the enemy ninja taken a back. In the corner of his eye, however, Ira saw a Clou ninja raise his sword over his head, about to strike down on the Hyuuga. Without hinking, Ira moved.

The clashing of metal rang out behind Dio, as Ira appeared, the blade of a katana caught with his hands. "Can't. Cut. Me.." Ira said, gritting his teeth, the strength of the cloud ninja was impressive, he had to hold back the katana with such force that several veins in his face were showing. Ira grabbed onto the blade and leapt into the air, using it as leverage to kick the ninja with both his feet, as he let go of the sword, sending the man flying.

"For someone who can see everything, you're not paying a whole lot of attention, peasant." Ira remarked at the Hyuuga, s the genin he fought earlier came back, swinging his sword.

Naruto: Years of Winter - an Alternate Universe

@Hillan are you gonna post for Ira soon ye fuck

@Buddha

Are you gonna stop being a little bitch soon ye fuck

Naruto: Years of Winter - an Alternate Universe

Reisai's best friend, boys.

Naruto: Years of Winter - an Alternate Universe

Reisai
Shimodaruma

He woke up in the morning to the chippering of the birds, he got out of bed and headed towards his window. He opened his window up, letting the cooling breeze come in through his window as the sun was high in the sky already. He took a couple of deep breaths, stretching while leaning out of the window, arching his back forward as it let out cracking sounds and he let out a pleased sigh, he opened his eyes again, to find the birds sitting next to him on the window. They were cooing next to him - they wanted food. He let out a soft smile, and turned around, digging his hand into a bag on the bookshelf next to him. He got out a handful of sunflower seeds - the sunflower they came from next to the bookshelf, and held out his hand to the birds, the five birds all began picking at the seeds, the smaller birds finished up and flew away, as a bigger bird, with some red feathers on the head walked up to him, turning it's face to the side, and cooing.

"You can eat, too. It's fine." Shisai told him, as the bird quickly walked up to his hand and began eating seeds, while Shisai softly stroked the feathers on the bird - a little bigger than his hand's head.
"This is like, the fourth time you're here this week, I think you like me." Reisai said, as the bird chippered cheerfully. "It'd be nice to have a friend in the sky, don't you think?" He said to the bird, whom responded with cooing at him. "I like you, I think I'm gonna call you Masashi!" Shisai told the bird, continuing to pet the animal with his index finger, till all the seeds were gone.

He held out his finger, and Masashi jumped on it, he continued to pet the bird for a moment more, as he caught the glimpse of another bird - the same kind as Masashi, but with different patterns on it's chest, a female. He noticed that the bird in his hand did the same. "Got a crush, do we?" He giggled. "Go get her, you can take her out to dinner. My treat." The chunnin joked, handing the bird another seed that the animal put in it's beak and flew away towards the bird the two of them had seen.

Once he was done chatting with the birds outside his window, he went to his small kitchen, getting into his primitive cooling unit - cooled by ice he had made himself, and got out a bottle of yoghurt, he fetched a bowl and some cereal and had himself some breakfast. Once he had done the dishes and put everything back neatly where he took it, he undresses and showered for a good half an hour. The warm water always felt good on his skin. Once he was done relaxing, he dried himself off, got dressed and brushed his teeth. Before he left the bathroom, he died his forehead protector - the symbol of the leaf on the metal plate, around his forehead. Like all the days before, doing so filled him with an overwhelming sensation of pride. He was proud to be a leaf ninja - more so than many others, he found, and today was one of those days where that would become rather evident.

He had been reassigned to a new team, as a result of the splitting up of his previous team, his sensei retiring and his other teammates were still genin, so they got assigned to another team, as did he. His new team was lead by the recently reinstated Hotsuma Senju, a man who, despite being powerful, a former apprentice of the second hokage, a war-veteran and the younger brother of another well esteemed jonin, still ran away from his duties, abandoning the Hidden Leaf in her most dire moment. His new sensei was a coward, yet, he had to trust in the judgment of the Third, that she had reinstated him out of desire, not desperation.

He was soon off to meet them, and before any introductions could be made, they were already off, leaping from branch to branch. They were off to aid Team Konoha, lead by the Third, leading a team of two chunnin like him, and a seasoned genin, all from the noble clans of the village. His teammates consisted of the rather interesting kunochi Oichi Tsubaki, a medical ninja, like him. And the younger and lower ranked Kiyoshi Uzumaki, a survivor of a extinct clan, like him. They were certainly a team would could all relate to one another in one way or the other.

Kiyoshi asked them what their deal was, Oichi demonstrated - using jutsu Reisai had never seen before. He was a little surprised, and even got an urge to show off his own abilities, but he decided against it, they had an important mission ahead of them, this was no time to waste his energy.

"That sure is really cool, Oichi. Kyoshi, you shoot arrows armed with sealing techs? That's awesome. I've got a more chilly approach to things." He said, letting out a chuckle at his own joke, that the others probably would not understand. "I'm a medic and a ninjutsu specialist. You can count on me to always have your back." He assured, as the four continued on their long journey to Kumogakure.

"Captain Hotsuma's a taijutsu specialist, he studied under the Second Hokage, or so they say." He added, in a way to, despite his own doubts about the traitorous Senju, increase the morale of his teammates, and hopefully make them trust their leader the same way the Third Hokage must have, in order to send for him in this time of crisis.

He looked to the side, seeing a crow fly past him, peacefully, while he and his teammates were marching towards a battleground, his thoughts went back to the bird outside his window. I wonder what Masashi's doing right now?

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

The boat had docked on Stagio island long enough for Chester to get off and head towards the city square - but before he could, he needed to get another drink. In the middle of the plaza, he found a stand with a man selling the homegrown Crystal-Grog, a clear liquid he promised was the strongest grog on the whole island. Chester looked at the man, his wrinkly face, his balding head and his gray stands of hair left a rather pathetic impression on the young pirate. The old man's crooked back and poor posture, skinny arms and legs solidified the impression.

"Hey, young man, fancy a drink? A thousand bellies and you'll get the strongest drink on the whole island!" The man promise, puffing his rather small chest in from under the unbuttoned patterned shirt, his shorts were matching.

"I like your shirt and your shorts, you look trustworthy!" Chester exclaimed, swiftly, the man blinked quickly, "Uh, thanks? I am! For you, young man, you get my great Clear-Grog for only half the price!" The old man said, and Chester grinned. "... I don't have any money on me." He remembered, frowning. "Damn, and I really need a drink."

"O-Oh" The old man responded. "Well then, you can move along then."

"Give me a bottle and I'll pay you later."

"That's not how it works, idiot!" The man responded, holding the large bottle in his hand. Chester huffed. "Yes it is! I'll pay you two thousand for it in an hour when I've got some money, you can trust me, I'm a pirate!" He shouted, and the man smacked him in the forehead. "I said no! Beat it you filth!"

"GIMME IT!" Chester shouted, leaping on the man and the bottle, putting his teeth around the base of the bottle, as he was using his arms to try and push the old man away from the bottle, squatting on the counter of the man's little shop. The old man had Chester's hands in his face, as he was trying to punch the pirate off of him.

PLOP And like that, the bottle had escaped the old man's grasp, flying through the air, knocked by the force of Chester's jaw, it twirled in the air and Chester caught it. "FINE, TAKE IT. BUT I WANT TEN THOUSAND FOR IT!" The old man shouted, laying in the sand of the plaza. Chester nodded."If it's as good as you say, you can have however much you want." Chester said, as he uncorked it and took a big swig of the strongest booze on the whole island. His satisfied smirk turned sour after a couple of mouthfuls.

"HEY! THIS IS JUST REGULAR WATER!" He shouted, the old man quickly propped himself back up on the counter. "But of course. Why would I keep the strongest, legendary Clear-Grog on my person? Then any scoundrel would steal it." He said, smart, Chester walked towards him, his face blank as he put his forearm against the man's throat and pushed him against the wall.

"You. Do. Not. Joke. About. Booze." He spit in the man's face as he spoke. The old man quivering stuttered out "b-By the waterfront, m-my stash, you can take two bottles f-f-free of charge!" The old man shouted, as Chester's expression turned from rage to glee.

".. Great! Thanks!" He shouted, as the old man was let down and he walked towards the directions he had been given.

Some five minutes later, a hulking man walked up to the old man, checking his face in the glass panel on the side, seeing his reflection, he tested a few different facial expressions, one cheeky smile, one scowl and one smug smile, he decided on the scowl as he turned to the old man. "You! You've seen a man around here? About this tall, average build, blonde hair, reeks of booze? Absolute idiot?"

"U-h, yeah! I have. He was heading down the waterfront. A-Are you a friend of his?"

"I'm about to make his acquaintance..." The large man said with a sly smirk.