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CASEY HARPER


Casey was up bright and early that morning. Not by choice however. The young green haired teenager had fallen asleep the night before on the branch of one of the school’s many oak trees, where he had just been awoken minutes ago by the untimely arrival of the Martian Manhunter, who wasn’t all too happy to find that the boy hadn’t been in his dorm room like he should have been. After a stern talking to, most of which simply went through one of Casey’s ears and out the other due to his tiredness, the boy made his way through the grounds towards the dorms.

After showering, Casey wandered aimlessly in thought around the centre of his room deep in thought as the water fell free from his naked body. Today was the 31st of October. Or Halloween as the people of Earth referred to it. Back in Alfheim people had never celebrated such a day. Dressing up as ghouls and spirits and roaming the streets for candy? Most would have laughed at such a ludicrous idea. Not Casey though. He loved the thought of it. The costumes, the decorations, the pure incredible atmosphere of it all. In his earlier years here he had spent every Halloween going door to door trick o’ treating, however he was always met with a barrage of insults due to his age. Apparently he was too old for such festivities, but no matter, as this year he had the school dance!

Up until recently Casey had been stuck for choice as to who he should dress up as. His first thoughts had turned to the vast array of supervillains whom he regularly idolised. They may not be ghouls or ghosts, but most of them were still terrifying monsters. Initially Casey had toyed with the idea of dressing as the infamous Joker. He did have the hair for it after all! However that idea had been instantly vetoed when he had brought it up at lunch. Something about it being in bad taste? His second idea had been his all-time hero, Anarky, however that was too obvious! He went from villain to villain for days, although he could never come up with an idea he truly liked. In the end he had decided to settle for a Luigi costume from that popular Nintendo Game, however the costume he had ordered online wasn’t exactly the same as the one fans of moustached brothers had come to love.

Deciding to save the moustache for the dance later this evening, Casey pulled on the rest of his costume before deciding that it was about time that he headed to breakfast. As he headed across the grass, Casey couldn’t help but notice a young couple eating away at each other’s faces against one of the school’s buildings. While his initial reaction was to internally vomit, he couldn’t help but feel…lonely? That’s when it hit him. He stilled hadn’t asked Mailsi to the dance. He swore to himself quietly as he walked, confused as to how he could have forgotten such a task. They had spoken quite a bit since the A.R.C. session the other day had been cut short, although thinking about it, those conversations hadn’t gone too great since Casey had spent most of the time joking that the power outage had just been some elaborate way of John Stewart trying to save the All-Star Squadron from embarrassment. In hindsight that probably hadn’t been the best idea. What is Mailsi now hated him? Had he ruined their friendship forever? Could Casey ever talk to her again? Would she still want to go the dance with him? Casey frowned. He was merely over reacting right? He gave a short laugh to himself as he began to reassure himself that everything was ok. That was when he spotted her.

The faerie screamed internally as he laid eyes on Mailsi. She was stood outside the entrance to the mess hall comforting a student whom Casey honestly couldn’t recall ever seeing before. All the anxiousness and worrying filled his head once more in that moment. Now was his chance. His chance to ask her to the dance. He stepped towards her slightly before pausing. No, he couldn’t. This was all too much harder than he had expected. He couldn’t do this.

Deciding that his best course of action would be to just try and avoid her and head inside, Casey burst forward towards the doors. However in the process of Casey worrying, he had completely forgotten that the glass doors actually existed, resulting in him walking straight into them. He reeled back slightly in pain, rubbing his head as he did so. Turning, he glanced at Mailsi and her new friend, before giving them a short, awkward wave. “Hello…” He muttered before snapping his attention back into focus. Darting forward once more, he quickly opened the door and headed inside, not wishing to make more of an embarrassment of himself than he had already done so. He really need a peppermint mocha. Now.
I'll try and get something up tomorrow!

Would it be in bad taste for Casey to dress up as the Joker for Halloween? He already has the green hair!
I'm interested, although due to holiday shenanigans it may take a while to get anything done.

However I must ask, how would the singing aspect of glee club be done? I mean would we just say "Fred began to sing _______", or post a link to whatever they're singing or would we literally type out the lyrics? Apologies if that sounds dumb, I'm currently half asleep while writing this so idek if it makes sense!


In other words, present.


Wouldn't have phrased it like that but yeah, I'm present
I'll try and get something for Iceman up today, but if i can't then it'll have to wait until after Christmas as I'm going to be super busy with family :/

G O T H A M C I T Y
T H E N A R R O W S
January 1st, 2016


“Hey Harper, the funeral is on!”

The sudden shout made Harper jump slightly from where she was perched in the bathroom, leaning forward on the sink in front of the mirror. Ignoring her brother, Harper continued to adjust her hair slightly, pushing the streaks of purple and blue back atop her head, mixing in a touch of gel as she did so. Confident with her look, she ran her hands down the back of her neck before giving a quickly smile to her reflection. Turning and grabbing one of her metallically armoured boots from the floor, Harper backed down onto the toilet seat.

It had been a rough few days. Although that was only natural for those who lived in Gotham. Particularly for the inhabitants of the Narrows. While the big man in blue’s death seemed to result in the rest of the country somewhat holding its breath, the war against life raged on in Gotham. Sure spirits seemed lower than usual, but that didn’t seem to put a stop to the villainy that roamed the streets. It had barely given Harper any time to relax during the holiday season; although it wasn’t like it was much of a holiday for them in the first place. She and Cullen barely made enough money each month to pay rent, yet alone buy presents for one another. Their tree was a homemade monstrosity creating using scraps Harper had come across during her patrols, the star taken from the destroyed neon sign of a strip club. One might think that their presents to each other were lackluster too. Harper’s gift to Cullen was an old Batarang she had scavenged from her first encounter with the Batman. Cullen’s gift was a shoddy necklace he had made in school. A necklaces of a bluebird. However despite how terrible these gifts may seem, they loved them. Harper hadn’t taken her’s off since Cullen had given it to her. She even wore it now as she left the bathroom in her crime fighting attire.

Harper slowly made her aware across the sparse room, approaching the tattered old sofa on which Cullen was sat. It took him several moments to draw his eyes away from the TV, with its cracked screens displaying Superman’s apparent cousin making some grand speech on a podium. Cullen’s smile lowered slightly when he spotted Harper’s costume.

“I.. I thought you were staying in tonight?” He asked, sounding slightly irritated. “I thought that you wanted to watch the funeral?”

“I’m sorry Cullen, but I’m pretty sure that every piece of scum in this city won’t be home watching this thing and someone needs to go kick their ass.” Harper lent in as she spoke, grabbing a handful of popcorn was Cullen’s bowl before using her other hand to ruffle his hair slightly. “Record it with the DVR, I’ll watch it with you!”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

With that, Harper slid her mask onto her face and headed towards the fire escape, chowing down on the popcorn as she walked. With mind was filled on what excitement was to come, she opened the window and began to climb outside, glancing back towards Cullen and the TV as she did so. Catching site of something on the television, she paused. Giving the shot of Superman’s infamous ‘S’ a short salute, Harper set off into the night.


America had been quietly soothing Kate when Quentin, who was currently sat near the desk awkwardly, seemed to clap his hands loudly and jump to his feet. America and Kate both turned to look at him in confusion, the latter with tears still streaming down her face. After a brief telepathic briefing from the mutant, the two finally understood. S.H.I.E.L.D. was here. The two slowly rose to their feet too, America using her arm to support Kate as she did so. She was still weak and exhausted from had happened. It had taken a lot out of her so America was thankful for the brave face that she was now putting on.

I… I’m probably going to try and get out of here before they up here…

America smirked slightly as Quentin’s telepathic message. “Do you mean to tell me that the big, bad Quentin Quire is afraid of a mere group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents?

Before the mutant could retort, the penthouse’s service door burst open, releasing a horde of armoured agents into the room. The quickly circled the three teenagers, barking orders for them to freeze. America was about to put them back into their place and tell them that they were the ones who had called them in when a powerful sounding voice did it for her. America was intrigued to find its owner float into the room seconds later. The man wore a suit of black and gold, with a cape billowing behind him. America didn’t know what it was about him, but just being in the same room as him made her throat go a little dry. No, America wasn’t attracted to him or anything in the slightest, he just seemed to give off a strong feeling. The man’s powerful and intimidating look made her feel useless and powerful at the same time. All she could do for a few seconds was gaze and smile gleefully.

She quickly recovered once he spoke again however, with him approaching her and Kate, waving a female agent over to join them as he did so.

"This is Agent Baker. She's our resident medical officer and psych examiner. She'll do whatever she can to help you, ma'am. I couldn't possibly understand what you're going through." America nodded as he spoke. To be perfectly honest, she was surprised that S.H.I.E.L.D. had actually sent someone to come and look after Kate. She had very much expected the girl to have been pulled into an interrogation room, like the one she had found herself in just the other day, and been angrily questioned by a high ranking official. Maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. really did care? America was about to comment on this when the floating man turned directly at her. "I'll be on the roof. Come speak to me whenever you are able." That was all he said before he turned and drifted away.

Honestly America had no idea what to make of the man. Whatever could this guy want with her? Shaking the thought out of her head for now, she turned back towards her friends and Agent Baker. Quentin was talking to a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who seemed to be trying to get a gist of what had happened here. She nearly laughed when she heard him begin to brag about how he had singlehandedly taken all of the bodyguard’s down, but in the end she neglected to correct him. Instead, she raised her head to catch his attention, clearing her thoughts slightly as he telepathically asked her what was going on.

After informing him of her upcoming discussion with the super powered S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, she bid the kid a temporary goodbye before returning her gaze to Kate, who also seemed to be wanting to know what she was about to do.

“Just let Agent Baker here look after you, alright?” She said soothingly, giving the girl a hug. “I need to go help take care of this…mess. But don’t worry because as soon as I’m done, I’ll come see you again, ok?”

Kate silently nodded, embracing America once more before being directed away by Agent Baker. Now with that taken care of, America maneuvered herself out of the room and onto the roof. she found him waiting for her, with the man floating patiently in the air for her.

At once he began, informing her of his true reason for coming here. The Avengers. That was something America certainly hadn’t expected. She was amazed. Honoured even to have been considered the opportunity to join such a team of individuals. However comment about joining a team being a big commitment was right. America hadn’t even started to think of what she was going to do next! Would she return back to Earth-212? Sure it was nice there, but was she really living up to her true potential? But still, a team? America didn’t even know who else she was going to be working with. She hadn’t learnt much about this world’s mightiest heroes. The only “heroes” she knew of was this guy and Captain America. What if everyone else was a bunch of dicks?

After a brief few moments of internally debating with herself, America came to a decision.

“Well I might as well!” She said nervously. “What have I got to lose?”

He seemed to smile slightly at that remark, before following on with another question. It would seem that this man, Hyperion as he seemed to refer to himself as, had heard of her dimension hopping capabilities. No doubt everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. knew what she was capable of now. Nevertheless, she decided to play along with Hyperion’s request to see if she knew a version of him from elsewhere. She narrowed her eyes and took the whole guy in one more time. Honestly the name rang a bell. She tried to remember when she had last heard it. Was it a news report back on Earth-4667? A name in passing from her time among the Teen Brigade? No… It was something else. She could remember now. It had been a bad place. A bad Earth. A scorched Earth.

The thought intrigued America but honestly she couldn’t remember but now thinking about it, something seemed off. She couldn’t think of what it was though, so instead of informing Hyperion of what she was thinking, she put on a smile and a fake confused look.

“Can’t say I have, chico!” She said confidently, hoping that the guy wouldn’t think any more on it. “So, onwards to the Avengers I guess!”
I've had a busy couple of days, hence why i've yet to write up my opening post. Should be finally free tonight though so I'll try to get it done after i get up a post for another RP :P

| Identity |

Harper Isabella Row AKA Bluebird

| Origin & Backstory |






| Attributes |


  • Electrical Engineering - While having no actual powers, Harper is very skilled at electrical engineering, something which has evolved into her creating a range of crime fighting gadgetry, including:
    • Electrical Disruptor Rifle - This can fire shots of electrical pulses that can have a variety of effects; such as stunning people, as well as potentially disabling weaponry and other pieces of electrical powered technology. This can only be fired a few times before running out of charge.
    • Gapling Gun - While not as complex as that of the likes of Batman, this homemade grapling gun does the job well.
    • Line Launcher - Similar to the Grapling Gun, this piece of kit is a small box which fires two grapling hooks in opposite directions, creating some sort of grapling rope tightrope which Harper can use to travel like a zip wire or simple hand from.
    • Explosive Pellets - Essentially small explosives which can be thrown and used like grenades, despite packing a significantly smaller punch.
    • Flashbang Pellets - Similar to the explosive pellets, these emit bright light and loud sound to completely blind and deafen enemies. The effect wears off in a few minutes.
  • Martial Arts – Harper certainly isn’t an expert combatant due to her never having any real training. She has learnt how to fight though from her time living in the Narrows. However, she has spent a large amount of time studying old martial arts videos online and practising these techniques on old mannequins in their apartment. Due to this Harper can out-fight just about your average group of thugs or criminals with her fighting skills alone, although Harper is much more capable of these feats when wielding her gadgetry.
  • Espionage – While maybe not as great as the Dark Knight himself, Harper is fairly adept at keeping herself to the shadows and remaining hidden.


| Character Notes |




| Character Goals |

Harper Row is one of my absolute favourite things to come out of the New52 and I really want to display that love by showing how much potential she really has. I also want to see her create her own rogue gallery, with her facing a number of Batman's lesser known adversaries. More importantly, I would like to see her interact with Batman, as well as the rest of the Bat-family, as obviously the Dark Knight isn't a fan of vigilantes in his city.

| Sample Post |
I'll get there...
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We can say @Natty got it off FalCap then :P I'll have him change to it after SteveCap returns.


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Oh Doom just got here, remember he cheated. Instead of coming the long way like everyone else he time traveled. Also I feel getting smashed by Maestro would piss off @Facepunch and Wolverine more :P

I'm happy with thinking the Avengers/X-Men didn't work together all the time during the war.


Okie dokie :) Cool with both of these ideas!
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