I've finished my Beast Boy CS. I'm glad to see there's so much activity on here.


[hider=Character Sheet]Secret ID: Garfield "Garth" Logan
Alias: Beast Boy (although he insists on Beast Man)
Home Location: Midway City
Age: 14

Powers: animal metamorph: can change into most any animal, albeit a green version of it. 
Weaknesses: he avoids (social) conflict like a plague, often trying to lie his way out rather than face an uncomfortable truth. He also has a dangerous mix of bravado and battlefield joking. This is only compounded by his utter lack of training and experience (he only had his powers for a year or less).
Equipment: none, as he can't use equipment while transformed
Appearance: Green skin, animalistic features, stealthy purple and black provided by Batman to replace his garish homemade red and white uniform. 
Personality: A goofy, wise-cracking exterior hides a painful past. He believes that the world is a mean, if not cruel place, and he will do anything to brighten it even just a little, be it saving people or making them laugh.
Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio: Both of Garth's parents were geneticists, so when he was born with a rare genetic mutation, his parents became obsessed with finding a cure. Eventually, they discovered a treatment, but there was a high cost. Garth's cure cost him the life of his mother, and put his father in a coma, but also gave him his powers. [/hider]

[hider=Sample Post]

Six thugs were unconscious in the alleyway, a large green ram standing triumphantly above them. "Beast Man: 6, bad guys: 0!" Garth shouted as he shifted back into his humanoid form. His wiry smile then sunk a little as he surveyed the scene. [i]Well, at least two of them were bad guys…[/i] Garth thought, kicking at the now crumpled and broken trash cans. [i]At least Dad will get a kick out of this.[/i]

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"You should have seen it Dad, I was like a ram in a trash can shop." Garth giggled at his own lame joke. 

"Dad, I'm going to be leaving soon. I don't want to leave you… but this guy, Robin, he's gonna help me." Garth set his green hand on his father's arm. His father said nothing.

"I know that Gotham is kinda far from Midway… I'll visit. I don't know…" Doubts began creeping in. "I wish you could tell me what to do," Garth sighed. His father's heart monitor kept time during the long pause. [i]I guess a live person would be better at mentoring than a comatose parent…[/i] Finally, Garth got up. He shifted into a green skunk as he crawled out the wind. "Smell ya later, Dad," he said through a forced smile. Gotham awaited. [/hider]