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I. PLAYER INFORMATION
Name: ectoBiologist
Are you over the age of 16: By four months!
LiveJournal: calmshot
GMAIL: strawmanman
AIM: im a zombie now
II. CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Timothy "Tim" Jackson Drake (a.k.a. Tim Wayne)
Canon: DC Comics
Timeline: As of Red Robin issue #21
History:
ComicVine
DC Comics Database
Wikipedia
Personality:
When Dick Grayson was Robin, he was very spontaneous; Jason Todd, his successor, was very abrasive. Tim Drake, for a change of pace, brought a stern, intellectual Robin to the table; he lacks in finesse and aggression what he compensates for in a Machiavellian pursuit of justice. Thus, fighting crime is not his strongest suit (though evertheless formidable)--solving crime is. See, Tim carries a gifted head on his shoulders, a born detective who's nearly the best at what he does. At the age of 9, he deduced the original Dynamic Duo's identities by distinguishing Robin's "quadruple somersault," a staple of Dick Grayson's circus performances. Such a precocious feat led to his encounter with Batman, and the rest is history. The fact remains that Tim's intelligence is an important aspect of his character, and in some ways, defines what sets him apart from other Robins.
Because of his inherent mental faculties, Tim isn't necessarily as open to mingling as Dick. In fact, his secret identity is not to blame for his introversion! He simply prefers to act quietly around most people, and even then, he's not as cold or as distant his mentor Bruce. Tim's will to silence only goes so far. He's open to enough interaction with his peers to accept leadership roles, and he's earned the respect of other superheroes for his deeds. Tim's got enough charisma to point and yell at Superman, for crying out loud!
Regardless of his many compadres, Tim is capable of much sarcasm and condescension. Although a genius in many aspects, interpersonal relationships is certainly not among them. His ability to delegate doesn't always compensate for his ability to socialize. He generally can't return as much friendship or affection to others due to his straight man tendencies, and it's safe to say that the prospect of intimacy scares him. Tim's also a convincing liar, unafraid to deceive authority figures to accomplish what he believes is right.
Tim's desire to satisfy the Greater Good, no matter the cost, remains one of his strongest ideals and his strongest obstacles. It imbues the strength behind all his strategic, intellectual, and athletic talents, and if he could, he would channel all this willpower to meet the greatest potential that it can. That may be admirable, but Hell is paved with those same intentions. Time and time again, Tim has encountered future likenesses of himself that have turned evil over their altruistic desires. They forced themselves tot take lethal extremes Tim can't even contemplate; extremes that defy everything he believes in. His possible futures are proof that he is as capable of becoming a villain as he would a hero. He at least has the resolve to change his future; perhaps it's brighter than he even realizes.
Through his many trials and tribulations; from the deaths and departures of friends and loved ones to his mistakes and personal failures, Tim has immortalized himself among the pantheon of heroes as the greatest Robin. He may have demons he has yet to confront within, but he will never let them succeed. Like Bruce, Dick, Barbara, and his many other contemporaries, it's just his nature not to.
Retained Abilities:
Tim is at peak human conditioning, somewhere near the very top of the ladder in terms of strength, speed, stamina, agility, and reflexes. As a protege of Batman, he has mastered different fields of athleticism, notably acrobatics and martial arts. His preferred weapon of choice is the bo staff (for its non-lethal qualities), and he likes to incorporate Karate, Judo, Kickboxing, Taekwando, Jeet Kune Do, and Judo into his moveset. He's also strong enough not to break his arm every time he uses his grapnel gun.
As prepared as he is physically, Tim is mentally more so. He shines as a strategist and as a leader, always placed in such roles when he's part of a group. He served Young Justice, led the Teen Titans, and organized rescue efforts at Bludhaven, to name a few examples. His intelligence also manifests in his advanced scientific background (for his age). Engineering, genetics, biology, and chemistry all seem to be second nature to him. These qualities supplement his detective skills, of which he can put forensic knowledge to good use. As Batman's protege; criminology, disguise, escapology, and stealth were added to his daily regime; all for Tim to master.
Inventory (just for fun):
◌ Throwing disks. They come in multiple varieties; some electrocute, some use cryogenics, others release an anesthetic gas.
◌ Tim's favorite weapon: the metal bo staff. It's retractable, thus able to contract to a small stick for portability. A hidden blade can be protracted from its tip for emergencies. Tim is said to handle this weapon best, mainly for its efficiency as a nonlethal weapon.
◌ Grapnel guns. Without his motorcycle, Tim uses these to traverse the city. They release wired grappling hooks, and are very convenient. Tim can use them to scale buildings, fire at enemies' faces, escape a perilous fall, or grab something out of reach.
◌ Bat-bolas, that are literally several weighted balls tied together. When tossed, their collective momentum will wrap them around their target. It's very effective for the runaway criminal, or animals that need to be restrained.
◌ Handcuffs, designed with a bat motif. They're made of diamond lightweight nylon, so they the super strong will have a hard time releasing themselves.
◌ Tracers: tiny devices that can attach to different surfaces. They're connected to a separate tracking console, making it easier to pursue a target.
◌ A communication device that functions kind of like a bluetooth, but without the cellphone.
◌ Oxygen masks that Tim can wear if he's ever in a tight situation involving dangerous gases.
◌ Laser torches, to cut through materials or physical barriers when enough time's available.
◌ Lock picks, some hidden within Tim's gloves or boots. With these, he'll escape a trap the second the villain turns around.
◌ Micro cameras, small receivers of light usually used in collecting evidence.
◌ Tiny smoke grenades that can also release different gases, for different purposes. Sadly, no stink gas. :C
◌ Tiny mines that EXPLODE! Gasp!
◌ Re-breathers, that are kind of like gas masks, but of the underwater variety.
◌ Tasers.
◌ Bat-binoculars. For, y'know, binocular-ing.
◌ Cryptographic sequencers that can open electric locks or barriers.
◌ Explosive gel that blasts through old/weak surfaces, and incapacitate enemies in its radius.
◌ The line launcher, that releases grapnel wires at two directions, attaching themselves to the eventual walls they hit. Tim can slide across massive gaps in the process.
III. SAMPLES
First Person Sample: here and here and here and here
Third Person Sample:
Moonlight blanketed the skyline, caressing the contours of a shadowed figure who perched on the edge of a Gotham City rooftop. He was relieved to return to his element after months overseas. His cape flowed beside the wind, rising as he lowered himself. With binoculars in hand, the vigilante surveyed his surroundings with all the advantages they brought. A satisfied grin sprawled across his face as soon as his targets were on sight.
He couldn't help but whsiper, "Well, will you look at that: like moths to a flame. About time, too." Moments later, he face-palmed. "Okay, never using that analogy again."
Part of this job is preperation: the anticipation of where and when the criminals will act, Tim thought. He leaped off of the rooftop, somersaulting once, then stretching the wingspan of his cape. After testing it before, he's more than glad the breeze has been merciful all night. As the caped figure descended, a group of men in hoodlum attire were sneaking their way across the alleys below. There's a rhyme and reason to this, of course, but that's not the mystery at all.
The mystery here is how these idiots expect to get away this. Tim suspended any remaining chatter in his mind. It was time for action; time for resolution. As soon as he cast an ave shadow over the thugs, Tim's cover was blown. Not that it mattered. One descending dropkick was enough to disorient two of them, though one remained. James Knives, 34. Been in the cartel business for decades. He may be free now, but it doesn't take a diploma to figure he's been living on dumb luck. As Tim's feet hit the floor, he smacked Knives in the face with a thorough backhand. Contrary to popular belief, this won't be his worst night.
One man charged at Tim from behind, having recovered from the previous dropkick, and prepared to impale the boy's back with a kitchen knife. Tim ducked. Maurice Caleb, 20, active for a year. As far as I know, just another wannabe gangster. Dodging the blade, Tim elbowed caleb before standing up. Misguided kid. As the impact carried his opponent, Tim delivered a side kick that threw him into a dumpster. Better than listening to Damian, at least.
The third man whipped out a shotgun, aiming at Tim before it was kicked off his hands. In that same rotating motion, Tim tossed a birdarang at the man's face, then charged. Yeah, so I'm willing to take a break from my current plans. What better way to be productive and reduce some stress? With his momentum, Tim grabbed the man's face and drove his head into the concrete. This guy? I don't even know who he is. Must have tagged along spontaneously; he seems newer than Maurice. Explains his poor shooting hand.
Tim, Red Robin, straightened his posture. His cape, due to gravity, concealed his body. The darkness made him out to look like an amorphous, dark creature; some hornless Batman or beaked shadow. That was the impression he meant to leave. Witnesses from across the street alerted the police at some point, and it didn't take long before sirens were detectable. It was about time to deposit these criminals.
Having his grapnel gun pointed at the rooftop, Tim fired, zipping straight into the sky. Gotham may have rested easy for those few minutes, but crime never would. With the night still young, it was time to continue the mission. Who can say that it's easy? Who can say that it's over?
Name: ectoBiologist
Are you over the age of 16: By four months!
LiveJournal: calmshot
GMAIL: strawmanman
AIM: im a zombie now
II. CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Timothy "Tim" Jackson Drake (a.k.a. Tim Wayne)
Canon: DC Comics
Timeline: As of Red Robin issue #21
History:
ComicVine
DC Comics Database
Wikipedia
Personality:
When Dick Grayson was Robin, he was very spontaneous; Jason Todd, his successor, was very abrasive. Tim Drake, for a change of pace, brought a stern, intellectual Robin to the table; he lacks in finesse and aggression what he compensates for in a Machiavellian pursuit of justice. Thus, fighting crime is not his strongest suit (though evertheless formidable)--solving crime is. See, Tim carries a gifted head on his shoulders, a born detective who's nearly the best at what he does. At the age of 9, he deduced the original Dynamic Duo's identities by distinguishing Robin's "quadruple somersault," a staple of Dick Grayson's circus performances. Such a precocious feat led to his encounter with Batman, and the rest is history. The fact remains that Tim's intelligence is an important aspect of his character, and in some ways, defines what sets him apart from other Robins.
Because of his inherent mental faculties, Tim isn't necessarily as open to mingling as Dick. In fact, his secret identity is not to blame for his introversion! He simply prefers to act quietly around most people, and even then, he's not as cold or as distant his mentor Bruce. Tim's will to silence only goes so far. He's open to enough interaction with his peers to accept leadership roles, and he's earned the respect of other superheroes for his deeds. Tim's got enough charisma to point and yell at Superman, for crying out loud!
Regardless of his many compadres, Tim is capable of much sarcasm and condescension. Although a genius in many aspects, interpersonal relationships is certainly not among them. His ability to delegate doesn't always compensate for his ability to socialize. He generally can't return as much friendship or affection to others due to his straight man tendencies, and it's safe to say that the prospect of intimacy scares him. Tim's also a convincing liar, unafraid to deceive authority figures to accomplish what he believes is right.
Tim's desire to satisfy the Greater Good, no matter the cost, remains one of his strongest ideals and his strongest obstacles. It imbues the strength behind all his strategic, intellectual, and athletic talents, and if he could, he would channel all this willpower to meet the greatest potential that it can. That may be admirable, but Hell is paved with those same intentions. Time and time again, Tim has encountered future likenesses of himself that have turned evil over their altruistic desires. They forced themselves tot take lethal extremes Tim can't even contemplate; extremes that defy everything he believes in. His possible futures are proof that he is as capable of becoming a villain as he would a hero. He at least has the resolve to change his future; perhaps it's brighter than he even realizes.
Through his many trials and tribulations; from the deaths and departures of friends and loved ones to his mistakes and personal failures, Tim has immortalized himself among the pantheon of heroes as the greatest Robin. He may have demons he has yet to confront within, but he will never let them succeed. Like Bruce, Dick, Barbara, and his many other contemporaries, it's just his nature not to.
Retained Abilities:
Tim is at peak human conditioning, somewhere near the very top of the ladder in terms of strength, speed, stamina, agility, and reflexes. As a protege of Batman, he has mastered different fields of athleticism, notably acrobatics and martial arts. His preferred weapon of choice is the bo staff (for its non-lethal qualities), and he likes to incorporate Karate, Judo, Kickboxing, Taekwando, Jeet Kune Do, and Judo into his moveset. He's also strong enough not to break his arm every time he uses his grapnel gun.
As prepared as he is physically, Tim is mentally more so. He shines as a strategist and as a leader, always placed in such roles when he's part of a group. He served Young Justice, led the Teen Titans, and organized rescue efforts at Bludhaven, to name a few examples. His intelligence also manifests in his advanced scientific background (for his age). Engineering, genetics, biology, and chemistry all seem to be second nature to him. These qualities supplement his detective skills, of which he can put forensic knowledge to good use. As Batman's protege; criminology, disguise, escapology, and stealth were added to his daily regime; all for Tim to master.
Inventory (just for fun):
◌ Throwing disks. They come in multiple varieties; some electrocute, some use cryogenics, others release an anesthetic gas.
◌ Tim's favorite weapon: the metal bo staff. It's retractable, thus able to contract to a small stick for portability. A hidden blade can be protracted from its tip for emergencies. Tim is said to handle this weapon best, mainly for its efficiency as a nonlethal weapon.
◌ Grapnel guns. Without his motorcycle, Tim uses these to traverse the city. They release wired grappling hooks, and are very convenient. Tim can use them to scale buildings, fire at enemies' faces, escape a perilous fall, or grab something out of reach.
◌ Bat-bolas, that are literally several weighted balls tied together. When tossed, their collective momentum will wrap them around their target. It's very effective for the runaway criminal, or animals that need to be restrained.
◌ Handcuffs, designed with a bat motif. They're made of diamond lightweight nylon, so they the super strong will have a hard time releasing themselves.
◌ Tracers: tiny devices that can attach to different surfaces. They're connected to a separate tracking console, making it easier to pursue a target.
◌ A communication device that functions kind of like a bluetooth, but without the cellphone.
◌ Oxygen masks that Tim can wear if he's ever in a tight situation involving dangerous gases.
◌ Laser torches, to cut through materials or physical barriers when enough time's available.
◌ Lock picks, some hidden within Tim's gloves or boots. With these, he'll escape a trap the second the villain turns around.
◌ Micro cameras, small receivers of light usually used in collecting evidence.
◌ Tiny smoke grenades that can also release different gases, for different purposes. Sadly, no stink gas. :C
◌ Tiny mines that EXPLODE! Gasp!
◌ Re-breathers, that are kind of like gas masks, but of the underwater variety.
◌ Tasers.
◌ Bat-binoculars. For, y'know, binocular-ing.
◌ Cryptographic sequencers that can open electric locks or barriers.
◌ Explosive gel that blasts through old/weak surfaces, and incapacitate enemies in its radius.
◌ The line launcher, that releases grapnel wires at two directions, attaching themselves to the eventual walls they hit. Tim can slide across massive gaps in the process.
III. SAMPLES
First Person Sample: here and here and here and here
Third Person Sample:
Moonlight blanketed the skyline, caressing the contours of a shadowed figure who perched on the edge of a Gotham City rooftop. He was relieved to return to his element after months overseas. His cape flowed beside the wind, rising as he lowered himself. With binoculars in hand, the vigilante surveyed his surroundings with all the advantages they brought. A satisfied grin sprawled across his face as soon as his targets were on sight.
He couldn't help but whsiper, "Well, will you look at that: like moths to a flame. About time, too." Moments later, he face-palmed. "Okay, never using that analogy again."
Part of this job is preperation: the anticipation of where and when the criminals will act, Tim thought. He leaped off of the rooftop, somersaulting once, then stretching the wingspan of his cape. After testing it before, he's more than glad the breeze has been merciful all night. As the caped figure descended, a group of men in hoodlum attire were sneaking their way across the alleys below. There's a rhyme and reason to this, of course, but that's not the mystery at all.
The mystery here is how these idiots expect to get away this. Tim suspended any remaining chatter in his mind. It was time for action; time for resolution. As soon as he cast an ave shadow over the thugs, Tim's cover was blown. Not that it mattered. One descending dropkick was enough to disorient two of them, though one remained. James Knives, 34. Been in the cartel business for decades. He may be free now, but it doesn't take a diploma to figure he's been living on dumb luck. As Tim's feet hit the floor, he smacked Knives in the face with a thorough backhand. Contrary to popular belief, this won't be his worst night.
One man charged at Tim from behind, having recovered from the previous dropkick, and prepared to impale the boy's back with a kitchen knife. Tim ducked. Maurice Caleb, 20, active for a year. As far as I know, just another wannabe gangster. Dodging the blade, Tim elbowed caleb before standing up. Misguided kid. As the impact carried his opponent, Tim delivered a side kick that threw him into a dumpster. Better than listening to Damian, at least.
The third man whipped out a shotgun, aiming at Tim before it was kicked off his hands. In that same rotating motion, Tim tossed a birdarang at the man's face, then charged. Yeah, so I'm willing to take a break from my current plans. What better way to be productive and reduce some stress? With his momentum, Tim grabbed the man's face and drove his head into the concrete. This guy? I don't even know who he is. Must have tagged along spontaneously; he seems newer than Maurice. Explains his poor shooting hand.
Tim, Red Robin, straightened his posture. His cape, due to gravity, concealed his body. The darkness made him out to look like an amorphous, dark creature; some hornless Batman or beaked shadow. That was the impression he meant to leave. Witnesses from across the street alerted the police at some point, and it didn't take long before sirens were detectable. It was about time to deposit these criminals.
Having his grapnel gun pointed at the rooftop, Tim fired, zipping straight into the sky. Gotham may have rested easy for those few minutes, but crime never would. With the night still young, it was time to continue the mission. Who can say that it's easy? Who can say that it's over?