Name - Michael Lance
Alias - The Black Hood, Hood, Black Arrow, Arrow (He never chose his own name and would often go by whatever the tabloids would call him)
Age - 19
Sponsor - Black Canary
Personality - Defensive, prideful, and brash. He is nearly an exact copy of his Uncle Ollie.
Powers - Michael has no powers. All he has is the training that he received from his Uncle Ollie and his Aunt Dinah, as well as a few trick arrows left over from his Uncle Ollie.
Weaknesses - All in all, he is just another normal person. The suit helps out some, but nearly anything could kill him if the opportunity presented itself.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Son of Sara Lance, Black Canary's sister, Michael looked up to his Aunt and Uncle, often spending much of his time with them whenever he could listening to the stories of their exploit with the League. While his mother may have wanted him to not turn out to be like them it was pointless. He was hooked from day one and would do whatever it took to become League members like them. After a year of begging and pleading, they finally relented and began to teach him, although never allowing him to join them on any missions.
At 16, they nearly disowned him after he followed them on what was suppose to be a simple run around Star City that escalated into a gunfight between two rival gangs. Michael made it out unharmed thanks to his training and the safety net of his Aunt and Uncle being around. For the next few years he had to earn their trust again and by the time he was 18 they had finally forgiven him. It was short lived however as his Uncle Ollie died shortly after.
Depressed he left Star City and began to travel the world honing the skills he had learned testing them in any situation he could. Shortly after his 19th birthday he received word from his Aunt who asked him to return to Star City and join as a member of the Young Justice program.
Notes - Michael has two gifts that he received from his Aunt and Uncle. Stock in his Uncles company, and a leather jacket from his Aunt. The two would often argue over which would be the more useful to Michael.
Sample Post -
Michael sat at a workbench making more of his trick arrows when a soft thump nearby drew his attention away.
"You know I was wondering when the League was gonna send someone." He spun around on his stool to look at none other than his Aunt Dinah, the Black Canary.
"I didn't expect them to send my own Aunt to put me down though.""You're just as pessimistic as your Uncle Ollie." She muttered under her breath as she looked around the abandoned warehouse that Michael was using as his current headquarters.
"It's a little bare for a secret headquarters don't you think?" She asked as she turned her attention to him.
"And I've told you before, the League doesn't 'put people down' we send them to a farm where they can romp and play all day." The comment brought a smile to each of their faces as Dinah grabbed the only other stool in the entire warehouse and set it besides Michael at the workbench, and leaning towards him as he returned to finish the arrow he was working on.
"Thanks for putting another stool in here by the way.""Well I figured that they'd send someone eventually to speak to me about all this," He waved his hand around nonchalantly to mean his current base of operations where he conducted his nightly vigilante agenda.
"I was being honest though, I never expected them to send you." He finished the arrow and looked over at his Aunt.
"It is good to see you though," Another smile spread across his face.
"So what brings you to town?" He asked as he turned on the stool to face her.
"It's great to see you again, too, sweetheart." She said as she brushed his cheek, something she did when he was younger to soften the blow of what she always said afterwards.
"But it's time for you to put and end to your time as a vigilante and come back home."The mention of home reminded him of his Uncle Ollie and caused a slight frown to flash across his face for a brief moment.
"You can't stop me from doing this, even if I did go home.""I don't want you to stop, sweetheart, but I do worry about you being alone out here. That's why I want you to be apart of the Young Justice program that the League is starting."Michael let out a sigh and looked around the warehouse at the few table filled with arrow stands and the case holding his outfit and bow.
"You mind helping me pack up my things?" He asked looking back at his Aunt.
"I'd love to." Dinah said smiling again and pulling Michael into a hug.
"It's gonna be great having you back home." 
