a_fac Application: Timothy J. Wayne
OOC Information:
Name: Tenny
Age: 21
AIM: N/A
MSN: hushabye.harvey@hotmail.com
Y!M: N/A
E-MAIL: hushabye.harvey@hotmail.com
IC Information:
Name: Timothy J. Wayne (formerly Timothy J. Drake, alias “Alvin Draper”), a.k.a. Red Robin
Fandom: Batman Mythology
Timeline:Modern Age (which kind just encompasses everything from the ‘90s on; it’s a hyper-technological modern setting)
Age: 20
Appearance: 5’8” 145 lbs. Black, thick hair that’s too long for boys’ school. Blue eyes, but not as blue as the other guys in his family. Tim isn’t too tall, but he’s built lean.
Tim’s Red Robin costume is simple and (mostly) utilitarian. Black survival suit underneath a red tunic. Tool belts (starring the Bat-family essentials crisscrossed over his chest and latched at his waist, quintessential black cape and cowl.
However, he honestly tries to keep that part of his life pretty private, so you’re most likely to see Tim in civvies: jeans and an oxford over a t-shirt. Probably some kind of clean, simple sneaker. He likes to keep things classy.
Abilities: Tim is exceptionally intelligent, to a point where many have compared his intellect and comprehensive abilities to Batman’s. He’s had extensive martial arts training since his early teens, seeking out and training under some of the best instructors in the world, not the least of whom include Lady Shiva, Batman and Nightwing (the original Robin). Considering these mentors, extensive training in detective work is a given. He has a gift for working with computers, is fairly skilled in healing arts, and has a decent bit of acting ability under his belt for the sake of undercover work (usually using his Alvin Draper alias). He’s also in the process of learning several languages.
Personality: Tim tends to take things a little too seriously. He’s very introspective, very hyper-aware of his environments. However, he’s acknowledged this and behaves pretty normally. At a glance, he comes off as a kinda quiet kid who gets distracted by his own thoughts on occasion. His analytical nature leaves him a little socially-retarded though. Cognitively, he could analyze how others behave around him based on his knowledge of psychological concepts-but his intuition in social matters is next to nil. To protect this self-acknowledged weakness, he rarely goes beyond cursory small talk with the people he meets.
This aloofness also serves his well-developed fear of getting attached to people. There was a time when Tim lost several close friends and family members, and there’s an irrational part of him that says he’s bad luck.
Despite all of this, Tim puts forward a pleasant face. Out of costume, he is smiling and charming as the adopted son of a millionaire ought to be. He is set in his opinions, but inquisitive and receptive to others’ thoughts. Driven, pleasant, and happily ruthless, Tim is a young man with goals and the tools to fulfill them.
History: As a child, Tim witnessed the tragic death of the Flying Graysons, an acrobatic family running with Haly’s Circus. The lone survivor Dick Grayson was taken in by Bruce Wayne and trained to work alongside Batman as the first Robin. Unaware of the Grayson’s fate, Tim was tormented by the experience until he saw a news broadcast that caught the Dynamic Duo in action-and Robin performed one of Dick Grayson’s signature moves. From that moment, Tim began to gather information and snoop out the facts of who was Robin-and who was Batman.
Batman actually went through TWO Robins. Robin II actually died, and Batman performed worse for the wear. Since he was kind of a crazy stalker, Tim noticed this and took it straight to the man. He laid out how he’d deduced the Bat-families secret identities and informed Batman that he needed a Robin, and Tim himself was the best man for the job.
So there was some hemming and hawing, but he got the job. Got the training. Settled in as a mostly-fledged crime-fighter. This worked out well for a couple of years. He lived with his family and snuck around as a teen vigilante. Then his parents were poisoned by the leader of a voodoo cult. His mom died, and his dad fell into a coma. After recovery, his father married his physical therapist. Then his father was killed by a costumed villain. And his girlfriend was killed by a different costumed villain. Also, his best friend died AND came back to life. (But not before Tim tried to clone him.)
All of that, he got over with the Robin costume on. Bruce Wayne adopted him, and he had his new family to keep him anchored. However, not long post-adoption, Bruce Wayne was rather forcibly presented with his genetic son (bred by a supervillain to be the ultimate weapon). The ensuing drama ended with Tim vacating the premises.
Then Batman died.
And things are getting okay. In the last few months, he’s begun interacting with Dick (the new Batman) and Damian (the new, obnoxious little Robin) more frequently as a brother and as the newly minted crime-fighter Red Robin. He’s reacquainting with his friends and finding out who he is outside of Batman. Things are getting okay.
Or they were. Then he woke up in a white room.
Overall Info:
Rating: Any. Don't care.
Death: The usual, I think. Sure, provided it's discussed a bit.
Smut: Um. I...I really...would not fight you too hard, if you made a logical argument.
Boys/Girls: Canonically, Tim has dated a couple of girls pretty seriously, but he also has notably strong feelings towards some of his male friends. So, for my enjoyment, I'm leaving this ambiguous. /terrible.
Roleplay Sample - Log:
He missed the bike. Wondered if Damian had driven it. (He’d better not have.) The old Redbird still shone like it had under his hand and religious cleanings back in the day. Alfred probably kept it up proper. Tim traced the contours of the control panel with his bare fingers, ran his other hand along the smooth leather of the seat. (It had been replaced-more of Alfred’s handiwork.)
When Dick’s voice snapped through the quiet, Tim suppressed his surprise to a quick jerk of his head. “Wanna take her for a spin?”
“I-heh.” Tim grinned, the expression cracking across his face. It felt like he hadn’t used it for ages. “Nah. I’ve got one of my own back at the complex.”
“Of course you do. I was-I was getting ready to start training Damian on that piece, not that he hasn’t already taken it out. But I meant to give him the official go.”
Tim swallowed the bitterness (yeah, sure, just pass the bike along to the baby; like he’d appreciate it) and nodded towards the taller man. “No sign of him?”
At the very corners of his mouth, Dick grimly smiled. “You know, I busted a child trafficking ring. I’ve flipped every spot in the city inside out, Oracle’s got nothing. “ His hand tears through his hair, and Tim ducks to not see his mentor choke. “I’m going fucking crazy, you know?”
He nodded, short nails digging to the stiff seam of the motorcycle seat. “I know.” Jaw set, expression sharp, he snapped his head back around to lock eyes with Dick. “But we’ll find him. I’ve got my nets spread too. We’ll find him.”
Calloused hand rubbing at the back of his neck, his cheek pressed against Dick’s shoulder, head curled under Dick’s chin like a chick under a bird-the position gave him comfort and worry at once. He made the promise again and meant it, whether or not it was possible.
Roleplay Sample - Journal:
[he seems calm, and his eyes seem bluer in the bright light than they would any other moment. The boy speaks calmly, nearly humming.]
My name is Alvin Draper. If I’m not, heh-
[he laughs nervously, sweetly, like a child.]
--if I’m not totally crazy, I bet some of you are as confused as I am. These thingies look like they might send and receive-y’know like, walkie-talkies or-maybe I am crazy. But if you know what they are-if you know where we are-
[his smile fades; the boy seems panicked]
--please-call me, we-we can figure this out…Draper out.
[a split-second before the transmission ends, his expression goes stony-a miscalculation bred from unfamiliarity with device. The last moment catches the vigilante, stoic and calculating and stiff, in his essence, and the screen goes black.]
Name: Tenny
Age: 21
AIM: N/A
MSN: hushabye.harvey@hotmail.com
Y!M: N/A
E-MAIL: hushabye.harvey@hotmail.com
IC Information:
Name: Timothy J. Wayne (formerly Timothy J. Drake, alias “Alvin Draper”), a.k.a. Red Robin
Fandom: Batman Mythology
Timeline:Modern Age (which kind just encompasses everything from the ‘90s on; it’s a hyper-technological modern setting)
Age: 20
Appearance: 5’8” 145 lbs. Black, thick hair that’s too long for boys’ school. Blue eyes, but not as blue as the other guys in his family. Tim isn’t too tall, but he’s built lean.
Tim’s Red Robin costume is simple and (mostly) utilitarian. Black survival suit underneath a red tunic. Tool belts (starring the Bat-family essentials crisscrossed over his chest and latched at his waist, quintessential black cape and cowl.
However, he honestly tries to keep that part of his life pretty private, so you’re most likely to see Tim in civvies: jeans and an oxford over a t-shirt. Probably some kind of clean, simple sneaker. He likes to keep things classy.
Abilities: Tim is exceptionally intelligent, to a point where many have compared his intellect and comprehensive abilities to Batman’s. He’s had extensive martial arts training since his early teens, seeking out and training under some of the best instructors in the world, not the least of whom include Lady Shiva, Batman and Nightwing (the original Robin). Considering these mentors, extensive training in detective work is a given. He has a gift for working with computers, is fairly skilled in healing arts, and has a decent bit of acting ability under his belt for the sake of undercover work (usually using his Alvin Draper alias). He’s also in the process of learning several languages.
Personality: Tim tends to take things a little too seriously. He’s very introspective, very hyper-aware of his environments. However, he’s acknowledged this and behaves pretty normally. At a glance, he comes off as a kinda quiet kid who gets distracted by his own thoughts on occasion. His analytical nature leaves him a little socially-retarded though. Cognitively, he could analyze how others behave around him based on his knowledge of psychological concepts-but his intuition in social matters is next to nil. To protect this self-acknowledged weakness, he rarely goes beyond cursory small talk with the people he meets.
This aloofness also serves his well-developed fear of getting attached to people. There was a time when Tim lost several close friends and family members, and there’s an irrational part of him that says he’s bad luck.
Despite all of this, Tim puts forward a pleasant face. Out of costume, he is smiling and charming as the adopted son of a millionaire ought to be. He is set in his opinions, but inquisitive and receptive to others’ thoughts. Driven, pleasant, and happily ruthless, Tim is a young man with goals and the tools to fulfill them.
History: As a child, Tim witnessed the tragic death of the Flying Graysons, an acrobatic family running with Haly’s Circus. The lone survivor Dick Grayson was taken in by Bruce Wayne and trained to work alongside Batman as the first Robin. Unaware of the Grayson’s fate, Tim was tormented by the experience until he saw a news broadcast that caught the Dynamic Duo in action-and Robin performed one of Dick Grayson’s signature moves. From that moment, Tim began to gather information and snoop out the facts of who was Robin-and who was Batman.
Batman actually went through TWO Robins. Robin II actually died, and Batman performed worse for the wear. Since he was kind of a crazy stalker, Tim noticed this and took it straight to the man. He laid out how he’d deduced the Bat-families secret identities and informed Batman that he needed a Robin, and Tim himself was the best man for the job.
So there was some hemming and hawing, but he got the job. Got the training. Settled in as a mostly-fledged crime-fighter. This worked out well for a couple of years. He lived with his family and snuck around as a teen vigilante. Then his parents were poisoned by the leader of a voodoo cult. His mom died, and his dad fell into a coma. After recovery, his father married his physical therapist. Then his father was killed by a costumed villain. And his girlfriend was killed by a different costumed villain. Also, his best friend died AND came back to life. (But not before Tim tried to clone him.)
All of that, he got over with the Robin costume on. Bruce Wayne adopted him, and he had his new family to keep him anchored. However, not long post-adoption, Bruce Wayne was rather forcibly presented with his genetic son (bred by a supervillain to be the ultimate weapon). The ensuing drama ended with Tim vacating the premises.
Then Batman died.
And things are getting okay. In the last few months, he’s begun interacting with Dick (the new Batman) and Damian (the new, obnoxious little Robin) more frequently as a brother and as the newly minted crime-fighter Red Robin. He’s reacquainting with his friends and finding out who he is outside of Batman. Things are getting okay.
Or they were. Then he woke up in a white room.
Overall Info:
Rating: Any. Don't care.
Death: The usual, I think. Sure, provided it's discussed a bit.
Smut: Um. I...I really...would not fight you too hard, if you made a logical argument.
Boys/Girls: Canonically, Tim has dated a couple of girls pretty seriously, but he also has notably strong feelings towards some of his male friends. So, for my enjoyment, I'm leaving this ambiguous. /terrible.
Roleplay Sample - Log:
He missed the bike. Wondered if Damian had driven it. (He’d better not have.) The old Redbird still shone like it had under his hand and religious cleanings back in the day. Alfred probably kept it up proper. Tim traced the contours of the control panel with his bare fingers, ran his other hand along the smooth leather of the seat. (It had been replaced-more of Alfred’s handiwork.)
When Dick’s voice snapped through the quiet, Tim suppressed his surprise to a quick jerk of his head. “Wanna take her for a spin?”
“I-heh.” Tim grinned, the expression cracking across his face. It felt like he hadn’t used it for ages. “Nah. I’ve got one of my own back at the complex.”
“Of course you do. I was-I was getting ready to start training Damian on that piece, not that he hasn’t already taken it out. But I meant to give him the official go.”
Tim swallowed the bitterness (yeah, sure, just pass the bike along to the baby; like he’d appreciate it) and nodded towards the taller man. “No sign of him?”
At the very corners of his mouth, Dick grimly smiled. “You know, I busted a child trafficking ring. I’ve flipped every spot in the city inside out, Oracle’s got nothing. “ His hand tears through his hair, and Tim ducks to not see his mentor choke. “I’m going fucking crazy, you know?”
He nodded, short nails digging to the stiff seam of the motorcycle seat. “I know.” Jaw set, expression sharp, he snapped his head back around to lock eyes with Dick. “But we’ll find him. I’ve got my nets spread too. We’ll find him.”
Calloused hand rubbing at the back of his neck, his cheek pressed against Dick’s shoulder, head curled under Dick’s chin like a chick under a bird-the position gave him comfort and worry at once. He made the promise again and meant it, whether or not it was possible.
Roleplay Sample - Journal:
[he seems calm, and his eyes seem bluer in the bright light than they would any other moment. The boy speaks calmly, nearly humming.]
My name is Alvin Draper. If I’m not, heh-
[he laughs nervously, sweetly, like a child.]
--if I’m not totally crazy, I bet some of you are as confused as I am. These thingies look like they might send and receive-y’know like, walkie-talkies or-maybe I am crazy. But if you know what they are-if you know where we are-
[his smile fades; the boy seems panicked]
--please-call me, we-we can figure this out…Draper out.
[a split-second before the transmission ends, his expression goes stony-a miscalculation bred from unfamiliarity with device. The last moment catches the vigilante, stoic and calculating and stiff, in his essence, and the screen goes black.]