Tackytaff

Everton University (Mystery/Slice-of-life)

Tentative interest dependent on my schedule. Curious to see what this is about.

Shelter: A Zombie Survival Story

_{16 - Cancer - Junior - 5'11" - Ashton Moio}

“When you feel alone out there, remember you're part of a team. There's a whole squad that's got your back.”

Ethan, motivating his teammates

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Appearance Details

Still finishing what is likely to be his final growth spurt, Ethan retains a certain amount of teenage gangliness that keeps him from ever being mistaken for older than he is; despite creeping closer to six feet tall each day. His hair is always a few inches longer than an already 'boyish' medium length, leaving him perpetually looking severely overdue for a haircut. Despite having four older brothers to inherit from, most of Ethan's wardrobe consists of the latest GAP hoodies and jeans. The resulting look is unremarkable at best, and only Ethan's own outgoing attitude and social standing keep him from falling into Stockbridge's 'dork' category.

He has a soft face with kind brown eyes. Nothing about Ethan is guarded or stand-offish, and all his emotions are clearly displayed; even if only in one of three typical expressions: smiling friendliness, competitive focus, or mild confusion.

Characterization

The youngest of seven children, Ethan is the last thing that stands between his doting parents and an empty nest. Each of the Hubbard children have left their mark on Stockbridge High over the past decade and a half, as one by one they graduated, moving on to greater things out-of-state. Valedictorian, artistic visionary, student body president, varsity captain, tech-genius, activist; the school's faculty joked about what his contribution might be as early as his first freshman week. They'd stopped after he was forced to take retake math over the summer.

His youngest elder sister graduated after his first year, leaving Ethan alone for the first time in his life. He threw himself into the school's social life to combat the sudden isolation at home. Good looks as well as his family's shining reputation in the sleepy town meant he was never short of friends, despite his grades never improving. A sudden spurt of growth at the end of sophomore year along with goading from his friends eventually led to Ethan trying out for the foot-ball team, where he found further success in friendships and bonding. While never the star athlete or team captain, Ethan found himself an appreciated member of just about any sports team Stockbridge had to offer, eventually making it to the varsity teams his junior year.

His future is still uncertain in many ways, but unlike the rest of his siblings, Ethan had never felt any hurry to leave Alpena Heights behind. The Hubbard call of ambition seemed to have quieted by the time his turn came around. While his parents, coaches, and peers discuss college and potential paths to greatness, Ethan doesn't think a quiet life working for his uncle's construction crew sounds so bad.

Character Notes

- Ethan's father is a pediatric doctor at the hospital outside of town

- Ethan's mother works the front desk for her brother's company, currently set up in a portable at a construction site on the edge of town.

Inventory

- Smartphone
- Wallet
- House keys
- Backpack [Contains: 1 pen (not working), a blank notebook, multiple scrunched and forgotten handout sheets, one half-used roll of hockey tape, an uncontained mouthgaurd, and a hockey helmet.]

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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

incomplete post that i promised would see light of day

_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

First Class #2.xx: xx

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_{Interaction(s): Adrianna Team Eclipse}

Previously: N/A

None from Eclipse were quick to follow Makenna towards the Strigidae banners. There were, however, two girls from Firebird that had given their names. One was a complete unknown, but how could any modern hyper-human not recognize Adrianna Dahl? She watched the blonde from a distance as a cape in the house’s colours was draped over her shoulders, trying to decide the best approach to take with the self-made millionaire.

“Walk to the dorms with me?” Ignorance, paired with casual friendliness and an eager smile, was what she went with as she approached Adrianna. They were nearly of an age when compared to the younger students in the H.E.A.T. program, after all.

“I’m Makenna by the way, names might have been missed with all that nonsense.” She offered one hand while waving the other in the direction of where the team swap had taken place, only a few yards away.

Adrianna hesitated. Did-- did she really not know who I--?

No. Can the ego. This is what got you those houses. You're here to make friends. Friends. Besides, it's not the worst thing in the world that this Makenna here is nice enough, and willing enough to be friendly without knowing who you are. Says something about her character, doesn't it?

Adrianna forced a smile around her mildly bruised self esteem, until the smile came through naturally. "Sure thing. Sorry, I'm Adrianna. Great to meet you."

Much as the wheels were turning in Makenna's mind, her face remained beaming at the acceptance of her offer. The practiced business woman seemed easily thrown by simple conversation. "Same to you. Everyone in Firebird seems lovely, had I know you'd have so many spots free up..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes searched for Lucas, Cooper, and Elodie despite herself.

"All painless at least- Came off looking much better than either Blackjack or Eclipse in that little display." Her smile turned to an embarrassed grimace. "Gave the staff something new to gossip about at least."

Adie considered what Makenna was telling her. She had held up the Eclipse band first, then Firebird. But if she'd assumed, like Adie herself had, that Firebird would hold firm, and a mass-exodus of her own team - perhaps not an unreasonable theory given their tumultuous penchant for drama - then it's possible her choice would have bounced back. Then it would have been first come, first served in a mad scramble for the free places in Eclipse.

Adie thought about how poorly Makenna's team handled people taking their opportunity to leave, let alone those who were forced back, and could immediately empathise with Makenna's position.

The only thing worse than being in a bad situation, is being stuck in one after they've seen you try and leave.

"Well, there's something to be said for someone having the good sense to leave a bad situation." Adie replied. Her smile warming more.

"And for whatever it's worth, I think you carried yourself with a high level of grace, given the circumstances the others tried to put you in." It was true. She carried herself with dignity, and her head held high. It was impressive.

"My father would probably say 'You had someone try and dump fertilizer on you and still came out smelling of roses.'" She added, citing her own best source of supportive advice. "Although there's a fair chance he might not have said 'fertilizer'. He worked in construction."

Speaking with Makenna seemed to come easy. And she felt her confidence returning, as she felt the nagging thought of the Gulo and Myotis invitations drifting further away. She seemed affable and open. Honest. Carried herself well. Adie's smile was not at all forced now.

There was another short pause, this time more deliberate. The pair had moved some ways away from what remained of the ceremony; and were more or less alone. About the highest degree of privacy one could expect at PCRU.

"An all the more apt comparison for Iñigo then." Makenna replied with a small wink before opening the first of the doors in the path. Adrianna's brow raised in curiosity.

"I wonder what he was going to do if that whistle hadn't gone off. From the little he told us, his enrollment wasn't exactly 'voluntary'. You'd think he'd want to keep on the administration's good side." They weren’t really details for her to be sharing but Makenna found herself unable to resist dropping a bit of gossip before changing the subject again.

"Though they seemed happy to watch long enough. Anything to distract and move on from Cassander. You notice how quick they were to blow the whistle after his name came up?" She shook her head, but not before first stealing a glance to ascertain Adrianna's reaction.

"Oh my-- I'm so sorry. I didn't even think to ask." Adie felt intense guilt and sadness as she saw Makenna's affable smile disappear with a morose shake of her head. "The dead boy. Were you two close? I feel so terrible for not even thinking to ask!" It was a perilous issue to broach, and so many people left it unspoken, it almost became forgotten from the social surface tension until it was specifically NOT being mentioned.

"Really, don't." Makenna waved the apology away with a weary sigh. Outwardly, she was taking a somber moment to reflect and collect her thoughts. Internally, she was kicking herself for falling into the trap of having to play through the charade all over again.

"The truth is I didn't know him as much as I'd have liked. We were all nervous and shy about opening up at first, right up until that first bonfire. For an hour or two there we really were a team, but then. You know the rest." She paused again, forcing her eyes to remain downturned until she deemed enough time had passed to emphasize her sincerity. Finally, she looked up to Adrianna with a pained smile.

"I at least won’t be making the same mistakes again." One more, she offered her hand, giving a single tight squeeze to Adrianna's before quickly releasing it. Adie returned the hand squeeze.

It was such a sad, visceral description. Adrianna could practically see it. Makenna's whole team gathered around the fire, trying to overcome their conflictive nature, Makenna being this same social affable self and trying to keep things harmonious, despite themselves. Perhaps talking down some of the more volatile members, the likes of this Iñigo troublemaker, or that Australian who shot his mouth off at the Hyperhuman terrorist Hyperion, or one of the others firing threats at the ceremony to try and keep the peace.

"How has your team been doing? Since the Plateau and all, even without losing a team-mate, it was... A lot."

Adrianna felt pleasantly warmed. Even with Makenna's own team woes, struggles and losses, she still had the selfless decency and concern to ask about her own situation. She thought more about what she could remember about House Strigidae. Dependable. Yes. A truly selfless, caring dependable friend. That must be what they saw in Makenna, she thought as she considered how to best answer the question.

"Well, it's hard to say. I think they all seem to at least get along well enough. Should be able to work together, certainly the parts which chose to remain. But even of the ones who left, one of them said they had a friend on another team, and that was his reason for leaving. I will say, Alyssa seemed bright, if a little... much?" She giggled. She'd never normally talk about another colleague or teammate like that, but something about Makenna, had her feeling at ease. It certainly didn't hurt that she'd been so honest with her own thoughts on her teammate Iñigo. "She'll be a great addition to your team, though. Disappointing to see her go."

Adie considered the question again. "Yes, I'd say it's pretty difficult to say. At least with the team you came from, they were kind of in the eye of the storm. And nobody would leave anyone wondering where they stood. If you're close, but outside of it, it's a lot harder to get people to talk about it and get a sense of where they are exactly and how they're feeling."

"But enough about teams, how are you coping with everything that happened?"

Makenna nodded, silently filing Adrianna's opinions in her mind. There would be time to reflect on it all later, after she'd ensured a friendship with ‘the’ Adrianna Dahl. A feat much more easily accomplished than she'd anticipated.

"Lonely." She said flatly, absently twisting the ring on her left hand as she spoke. "Before, I always had my fiancé to talk to. Never about anything this serious before, but having someone in your corner, someone you can really open up or discuss anything with, means a lot." Her hands stopped fidgeting and feel to her sides again.

"I can't talk to him about Cass though. Or Hyperion. Or anything else that goes on here, really." Makenna's lips pursed together in a hard line. It was uncomfortably close to the truth that bit, even if she had omitted some details of her and Carson's struggles. She forced her face back into an embarrassed smile. "Did- Do you have anyone like that?"

Adrianna furrowed her brow as she considered how to answer. "Well, if you're asking if I'm seeing anyone, then No. Not presently. But I can sort of relate to not being able to discuss things about this place with those I'm closest to. My best friend Alexis… she knows I'm a hyperhuman, and seems cool, or at least not bothered by the fact that I am. But it's almost like she's too cool about the whole thing, and just outright doesn't see anything about Hyperhuman issues at all, bounces off of her like a brick wall. It's almost like she's so tolerant she doesn't see anything, she assumes everyone else is like that. Call it the California bubble." She stopped before considering how best to phrase the next part. She was enjoying the balanced status of talking with Makenna and her having no idea who she was, and didn't want to drop any big clues, but she also wanted to answer her question honestly since she'd been so vulnerable with her. "As for the school and things that happen here, no, I don't really have anyone I can talk to about that either. I have too much… invested in this place, as horrible as this has been, I don't want to see anything bad happen to the people here. I know they try hard, mean well and are doing a good thing in a situation where they often have to rewrite the rule book as they go along."

Makenna didn't let her mind reflect back to her own friends. She instead nodded along with Adrianna and she spoke about her past life, and new one. Vague enough not to reveal too much of her identity; a modest little millionaire. So deft at masking her intentions and motives in fact, Makenna would have thought herself caught in her own game had Adrianna not come across so earnestly in describing a desire to better the school. Why someone like that would invest in PCRU begged further questions still. Not that this was at all the time or place for that.

"We'll show them what we're made of." Makenna replied with great optimism as they eventually reached the Strigidae dorms. "Next thing you know, we'll be ones rewriting the rules." This struck the ultimate chord with Adrianna. The optimism, the camaraderie, the thought of two strong bold women forging the future. Makenna couldn't have picked a better sentiment to strike at Adie's heart. She was enamoured. Even as the returned presence of other students halted any further meaningful conversation she need say no more. The pair were given a brief run-down of the living-quarters layout. Individual rooms, but four to a living space.

"Hope you don't me taking a room across from you," She said as their guide left them alone in the barren living room of one of the unoccupied dorms. Adie was about to joyfully express her delight that she would do just that, before Makenna raised her own offer even further, completely unprompted. "With the way this day has been going, I'd like to leave as little up to chance as possible when it comes to assigning groups- And I can make it worth you while!" Her eyes remained on Adrianna after she'd finished speaking, silently analyzing the girl a moment before continuing. She saw excitement and anticipation in what her new friend could possibly mean to make this great new development even more enticing.

"Do you know your measurements? Or size at least?" She'd begun to raise a hand to stop Adrianna from answering before she'd even finished. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that. I just have a toile dress that runs just a hair short on me, but I think I could make alterations so it could work for you."

"Ohmigod, you're amazing!" Adie exclaimed, before dialing it back. She wanted to return the offer, before remembering that the vast majority of her wardrobe was custom-fit and tailored. "I'd offer the same thing, but I just culled my wardrobe right down before I came here. But if you see anything you'd like to try and think could make work, let me know? And I mean that, anything. I'm not much with a sewing machine myself - maybe the only machine I fall short with..." She said with a giggle. "But anything you want to try, and think you could make work for you, let me know. Even with the cull, I probably still brought too much."

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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Extremely disappointing, but not unexpected given the past while. I agree with everyone else; end it here, so we can move on rather than circle the drain and waste another three months. Everyone was lovely to role-play with. Good luck with whatever comes next, Wraith.

Shelter: A Zombie Survival Story

I feel like Aaron and Ethan would have to know each other pretty well, especially if they're on the same teams. Ethan seems to have less of an ego issue, so might be one of the few people Aaron could get along with well.

@webboysurf

For sure should do something there. Ethan would certainly try to befriend him, as much as he would any other team-mate. It really comes down to how well you think Aaron would reciprocate to someone like him; annoyingly optimistic, not too bright, and eager to follow the crowd. The idea of a one-sided thing where Ethan obliviously thinks they're buddies, but Aaron barely tolerates him, is funny to me too.

On Ethan's side, he'd likely look up to Aaron to a certain degree, respecting how much he's accomplished on his own without always needing to rely on others. He'd make an effort to include Aaron in other group/team meet-ups outside of school, even if he usually blows them off.

Shelter: A Zombie Survival Story

Ethan Hubbard

_{16 - Cancer - Junior - 5'11" - Ashton Moio}

“When you feel alone out there, remember you're part of a team. There's a whole squad that's got your back.”

Ethan, motivating his teammates

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Appearance Details

Still finishing what is likely to be his final growth spurt, Ethan retains a certain amount of teenage gangliness that keeps him from ever being mistaken for older than he is; despite creeping closer to six feet tall each day. His hair is always a few inches longer than an already 'boyish' medium length, leaving him perpetually looking severely overdue for a haircut. Despite having four older brothers to inherit from, most of Ethan's wardrobe consists of the latest GAP hoodies and jeans. The resulting look is unremarkable at best, and only Ethan's own outgoing attitude and social standing keep him from falling into Stockbridge's 'dork' category.

He has a soft face with kind brown eyes. Nothing about Ethan is guarded or stand-offish, and all his emotions are clearly displayed; even if only in one of three typical expressions: smiling friendliness, competitive focus, or mild confusion.

Characterization

The youngest of seven children, Ethan is the last thing that stands between his doting parents and an empty nest. Each of the Hubbard children have left their mark on Stockbridge High over the past decade and a half, as one by one they graduated, moving on to greater things out-of-state. Valedictorian, artistic visionary, student body president, varsity captain, tech-genius, activist; the school's faculty joked about what his contribution might be as early as his first freshman week. They'd stopped after he was forced to take retake math over the summer.

His youngest elder sister graduated after his first year, leaving Ethan alone for the first time in his life. He threw himself into the school's social life to combat the sudden isolation at home. Good looks as well as his family's shining reputation in the sleepy town meant he was never short of friends, despite his grades never improving. A sudden spurt of growth at the end of sophomore year along with goading from his friends eventually led to Ethan trying out for the foot-ball team, where he found further success in friendships and bonding. While never the star athlete or team captain, Ethan found himself an appreciated member of just about any sports team Stockbridge had to offer, eventually making it to the varsity teams his junior year.

His future is still uncertain in many ways, but unlike the rest of his siblings, Ethan had never felt any hurry to leave Alpena Heights behind. The Hubbard call of ambition seemed to have quieted by the time his turn came around. While his parents, coaches, and peers discuss college and potential paths to greatness, Ethan doesn't think a quiet life working for his uncle's construction crew sounds so bad.

Character Notes

- Ethan's father is a pediatric doctor at the hospital outside of town

- Ethan's mother works the front desk for her brother's company, currently set up in a portable at a construction site on the edge of town.

Inventory

- Smartphone
- Wallet
- House keys
- Backpack [Contains, 1 pen (not working), a blank notebook, multiple scrunched and forgotten handout sheets, one half-used roll of hockey tape, an uncontained mouthgaurd, and a hockey helmet.]

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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

First Class #2.67: Change II

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_{Interaction(s): Iñigo, Suzie}

Previously: N/A

It took an incredible amount of willpower for Makenna to keep her mouth closed after stepping forward. Iñigo's futher cutting words made her eyes shut in embarrassment. She'd been short enough with Suzanna, and for all three of them to be sharing the same team really made it as though she'd just left blackjack for something worse still. The second whistle mercifully blew before Makenna found herself forced to intervein. After their former team-mates had given Iñigo their piece, she approached him and Suzanna as they made their way to the line of Eclipse students.

"I thought we were working on not misjudging intents of others? Or at least making better first impressions." She said curtly to the former before facing the transfer student to further apologize on his behalf; but Suzanna was already excusing herself.

"Sorry," Was all Makenna managed to get out before the other girl was gone completely.

And she'd been foolish enough to hope for a better, clean start with a new team. Refusing to dell on self-pity for long, Makenna finally opened the envelope that had been resting in her pocket.

Makenna House Letters

Greetings and Salutations Makenna, We are pleased to announce that after review, we have found you to possess great assertiveness, a trait that we truly hold dear and revere in House Gulo. We hope that you'll make ours your House of choice upon receiving your offers. Sincerely, Robert Priest Jr.

Greetings and Salutations Makenna, We are pleased to announce that after review, we have found you to possess great tenacity, a trait that we truly hold dear and revere in House Strigidae. We hope that you'll make ours your House of choice upon receiving your offers. Sincerely, Theron Demetrios

Greetings and Salutations Makenna, We are pleased to announce that after review, we have found you to possess great intelligence, a trait that we truly hold dear and revere in House Lutra. We hope that you'll make ours your House of choice upon receiving your offers. Sincerely, Isabella Christianson

Her choice was made quickly. Not that it was much of a choice; Gulo wasn't a winning house and, as such, out of the running from the beginning. Lutra intrigued her, flattered as she was by the attention to her intelligence. But Strigidae was where she was most like to find people actually usefull to her. Dependable. There, at least she should at least be safe from the loose canon that was Iñigo. In the moments after looking up from reading her options, Makenna found herself still one of the first to step towards a tent.

"Makenna Cloutier-Leeds." She introduced herself to the Strigidae representative, full smile on display as she offered her hand in introduction. "Look forward to helping you win this year."

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Titans

Stephanie had shown up to the diner thirty minutes before the agreed upon meeting time, only to find her father already seated at a booth, casually sipping a small cup of tea. He looked well enough from what she could see, and no one else seemed to take any notice of him at all. The picture of a perfectly un-remarkable New York dock-man coming off a shift. They'd met in person a few times since his release three weeks prior; but she'd been keeping tabs on him from afar, all as part of her own personal monitoring project. New York's parole officer Seyers was a perfectly fine cop, but Steph doubted anyone in the NYPD could recognize the patterns of a prestiged Gotham lunatic.

Or dad, as she liked to call him.

She did eventually have to enter the place. After pacing the block for some fifteen minutes, Steph finally worked up the courage to enter the dingy 24-hour breakfast joint. Smells of wet boots and bacon grease hit her, nearly in tandem with a greeting from her father; standing up from his seat before the door could close behind her.

"Steph! You made it," In a few long strides he reached her at the half-way point between the entrance and his booth. Once they were within arms reach Stephanie began to stretch out her right hand, only to realize too late that he had been moving with both arms out-stretched. They both changed course at the same time to match the others, until the pair ended in an uncomfortably stiff one-arm hug.

"'course dad'," She said as they parted and he began leading her to the both where a waitress was already bringing out a plate of food. "You seemed pretty pressed to talk on our call."

"Coffee?" The woman demanded of Steph, either oblivious or uncaring to the conversation her customers were having. Steph nodded in reply before taking a seat, and a steaming mug appeared beside the un-requested platter.

"Asked Jess to keep them warm for you. You still like waffles, right?"

She un-pursed her lips into a tight smile and nodded, but made no move for the food; instead she only fumbled idly with the cutlery while deliberating how to navigate the conversation. "You said it was an emergency?"

"I'm sorry, that was... a rash over-statement. Just had a bit of a scare, and got worried about you." As quickly as his smile had faded at her question, it returned again as he leaned forward to generously pour syrup over the food. "But you're good and healthy. How's school been? You're going to graduate this year right?"

Steph shrunk down in the booth, face darkening with a blush at the direction of conversation. It all felt so awkward. As much as Arthur might still see her as his daughter, she was having a much harder time compartmentalizing the murderous Cluemaster from the aged, doting man smiling at her with such hope. "Same as always." She replied, ignoring the graduation query, and took a sip of the coffee- only to promptly spit it back into the mug.

"Sorry, should've warned you," her father reached across the table again to offer a napkin. "The coffee is dish water. But the food's worth it, I promise." He nodded to her plate again. The heat from the waffles had already melted the whipped cream into a puddle. With a sigh, and another forced smile to her father, Steph cut into the treat and took a small bite.

Shit.
They were good.

She managed to force herself to stop after two bites, followed by a single strained swallow. "What was this scare about?"

Arthur sighed, frowning at the question. "Guess it's better for you to know than not." He leaned back in his seat and reached into the inner pocket of his coat.

There was a clatter, drawing the attention of the diner's few other patrons as Stephanie's fully-loaded fork clattered onto the floor. Her father had just produced an uncomfortably familiar red bat-a-rang.

"It's not what you think," He hurried, clearly concerned by whatever look of horror her face had frozen in. "I found it at work yesterday and got a bit freaked."

"Give that to me."

He blinked, raising his eyebrows at her in surprise. "I was just paranoid- turned out a few of the guys had actually been making some shady deal, but I had nothing-"

"I'm serious dad," Steph retrieved her dropped utensil and pushed it and the plate of food away as she leaned in, lowering her voice as she continued. "I believe you, but do you realize the trouble you could get into if someone else caught you carrying that around?"

He stared at her a few seconds longer before setting the weapon down on the table between them. It had barely hit the linoleum surface before Steph snatched and tucked it away. "You're right," he sighed. "I'm still paranoid to be honest. The timing, being outside of Gotham..." His eyes glazed over as he seemed to get lost in thought, staring just over her head.

Stephanie patiently took the time to recompose herself from the sudden panic while polishing off her ice water. Eventually, she reached out to clasp his hand, drawing him out of the trance. "I believe you, dad." Her words and smile seemed to reassure him somewhat. "Coincidences happen, don't let it distract you from what's important."

"You're right." Arthur agreed, "Going to finish that?" He nodded towards her barely touched plate, and she shook her head in response.

"No, sorry, but I really wasn't planning on all this." She vaguely gestured to the table and shrugged. "You did say it was an emergency." She added quickly, suddenly aware of how dismissive that sounded. "Sorry I just mean-"

"No I get it," Arthur interrupted, holding a hand up to stop her from explaining. "It's the 4th, you probably have a million better things to do than listen to my paranoid ramblings"

She had forgotten the holiday completely. "Right, thanks for understanding. We still good for next Thursday?"

He only nodded, making no motion to follow as she stood- neither of the pair eager to repeat the uncomfortable greeting-dance from earlier. Only when she'd reached the diner's door did he call out a final time:

"Steph! Promise you'll be careful, right?"

She swallowed the urge to return the sentiment, and instead just gave a wave and a final forced smile before leaving.

Her bike was parked three blocks away, tucked neatly away behind a dumpster and under a black canvas tarp. The covering was put away, and the back compartment opened to reveal the red-and-green self-made costume. Stephanie fumbled with the bat-a-rang in her hands, pressing the inner button to no effect. Water damaged. She cursed quietly and slammed the box shut with the weapon inside, before kicking the bike into gear. At least she hadn't been totally careless. The damned thing had fallen under the port and washed ashore. She was just unlucky.

She couldn't afford to be unlucky though, not if it meant sending her dad into a spiral all over again. After all, she'd been patrolling the docks for his benefit in the first place. She'd just have to do better. Even if it meant diving into the Hudson.

The reminder of the holiday brought Steph further into Manhattan. There was sure to be trouble about, and her plan had been to start a patrol route anyways. Bright fireworks peeked out between buildings as she wove her way between the midtown traffic, eventually pulling up to the park. Friends and family crowded into the out of place green space to picnic under the lightshow. It was a nice sight, nice enough for Steph to take a moment peace- were it not for a sudden beeping in her right ear. She managed to pull over just in time to catch a beam of bright yellow light- too large to be a firework- streak across the sky, followed by a crash and ground-shaking impact.

As usual it seemed trouble had found Steph rather than the other way around. She dove behind her bike, quickly undressing the outer-layer of her clothes while attaching the accessories of her robin-suit. Her helmet cycled through differing vision modes as she did. An incredibly high temperature figure seemed to be the source of the initial energy burst- and the proceeding smaller green blast that came after. The things that followed them were decidedly inhuman, wielding weapons completely unfamiliar to her.

Already other vigilantes in the city were making themselves known. Superboy himself was the first to arrive on the scene, uncannily human looking as he directed in monotone. Steph popped her grapple to raise herself atop the building across the street from the original crash sight. The lone fighter was holding her own, but certainly causing some damage. The super-android was soon joined by two more; a speedster and a flying teen Steph didn't recognize. Three heroes standing around while aliens continued to wreak havoc.

"Whitty quips and questions later maybe?" She said, dropping to the ground just behind the group and looking up to examine the underside of the airborne kid's supporting trash-lid.

"Too many exposed people here, either they gotta go or the aliens do."

Her bo-staff extended with a snap of the wrist while she spoke; she immediately used it to push off the ground and flip herself into the fray. A single bat-a-rang flew from her hip and lodged itself into the closest enemy's weapon the moment she landed.

Titans

Character Name

Stephanie Brown-Gordon
Spoiler
Robin

Age

16

Attributes & Abilities

An unofficial and uninvited member of the bat family since '82, Stephanie's entire teenage life has been spent honing her vigilante skills. Her younger years were spent mastering the physical aspect; training with Robin, Nightwing, and Batman for months on end before she was permitted into the field. The mental training she found much more difficult, but through time spent with Batman and knowledge imparted from both her fathers she did eventually develop a keen investigative mind, though she remains too impatient and reckless to be considered fitting of a world-renowned detective.

While trained in the use of most modern armaments, she favors a collapsible bo-staff. She wears a self crafted bat-suit made with the same Waynetech dura-fiber used in The Batsuit, and of course a utility belt to match. On the belt she stores a host of batarangs, two pagers, a minimalist crime scene kit, a grappling hook, lock picks, flash bombs, handcuffs, a deployable rebreather, a deployable net, smoke bombs, and a small first-aid kit. Her cowl is programmed with the ability to receive short-rage communication from accepted Wayne-tech devices, alongside also having night vision, infra-red vision, and satellite navigation functions.

A parting gift before leaving Gotham, Steph's motorcycle is really a hand-me-down of Tim's old Robin bike. Fondly nicknamed 'Raven', the bike has the typical gyroscopic handling shared with all bat-cycles, along with the standard hefty towing and carrying capacity. Deployable road spikes, nets, and a pressurized water cannon all come included. The bike's antennae can serve as an internet and cell tower, while the power source can act as a generator; and all interfaceable with her devices.

Character Synopsis

Stephanie Brown never had much of a chance at a normal life, even if she was able to keep herself out of trouble. Her father was put away for the first time when she was 6 years old, resulting in a quick divorce. A sad beginning, but one not at all uncommon for struggling Gotham homes. During the case, Steph's mother would be introduced to Detective James Gordon. Their relationship grew quickly, until the two were married by Steph's tenth birthday; barely before her father would be released from prison for the first time.

Whether it was the loss of his wife, the absence of his daughter, or his treatment in lock-up; the time away had not been kind to Arthur Brown. No sooner was he put on probation than he began to lose it. Stephanie attempted to visit, only to find the man muttering to himself and tinkering with things the young girl didn't recognize. Until she saw one of the devices on the news. A bomb delivered by one Cluemaster to the Gotham Knight's stadium. She brought her concerns to her then Police Sergeant step-father, and while he respected her intuition enough to listen, was unconvinced there was enough evidence to go after his wife's ex-husband without it looking like an abuse of power. So, Stephanie took matters into her own hands.

Aware of Gordon's 'personal' relation with the bat, Steph donned her own purple out-fit and hid in the shadows of the Gotham PD roof for the better part of the night, waiting for Batman to arrive. He never did. Instead, a scrawny teenager dressed in the red and green turned up and exchanged a few brief words with Gordon before leaving; while Steph silently followed.

Thus began a strained relationship between Stephanie Brown and the Bat Family, and a tumultuous relationship between herself and the Robin at the time; Tim Drake. After months of training and butting heads with Batman, Cluemaster was sent away to Arkham and 'Spoiler' had become a respected ally to the Family. For nearly four years, Steph was able to hone her skills with the best of the best: Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, and Richard Greyson.

Until Tim Drake unexpectedly retired from the caped-crusading business just after his senior year of highschool had begun. Part pressure from his parents, who'd long grown suspicious of his absences and injuries, and in effort to contribute good to the world in more traditional ways. Whatever the reason, the spot of Batman's Kid-Wonder was vacant, and Steph wasted no time volunteering for the position, only to be met with disappointment. Bruce had no desire to take on another ward, least of all her: she had a family already, after all, and her proximity to Gordon posed too much a risk. With Dick brooding in Bludhaven, Tim nowhere to be found, and her parents obsessing over her 7-year-old prodigy half-sister, Barbra, Steph has found herself rather alone and feeling abandoned.

Titans

here we go again

Character Name

Stephanie Brown-Gordon
Spoiler
Robin

Age

16

Attributes & Abilities

An unofficial and uninvited member of the bat family since '82, Stephanie's entire teenage life has been spent honing her vigilante skills. Her younger years were spent mastering the physical aspect; training with Robin, Nightwing, and Batman for months on end before she was permitted into the field. The mental training she found much more difficult, but through time spent with Batman and knowledge imparted from both her fathers she did eventually develop a keen investigative mind, though she remains too impatient and reckless to be considered fitting of a world-renowned detective.

While trained in the use of most modern armaments, she favours a collapsible bo-staff. She wears a self crafted bat-suit made with the same Waynetech dura-fiber used in The Batsuit, and of course an over-prepared utility belt to match. On the belt she stores a host of batarangs, two pagers, a minimalist crime scene kit, a grappling hook, lock picks, flash bombs, handcuffs, a deployable rebreather, a deployable net, smoke bombs, and a small first-aid kit. Her cowl is programmed with the ability to receive short-rage communication from accepted Wayne-tech devices, alongside also having night vision, infra-red vision, and satellite navigation functions.

A parting gift before leaving Gotham, Steph's motorcycle is really a hand-me-down of Tim's old Robin bike. Fondly nicknamed 'Raven', the bike has the typical gyroscopic handling shared with all bat-cycles, along with the standard hefty towing and carrying capacity. Deployable road spikes, nets, and a pressurized water cannon all come included. The bike's antennae can serve as an internet and cell tower, while the power source can act as a generator; and all interfaceable with her devices.

Character Synopsis

Stephanie Brown never had much of a chance at a normal life, even if she was able to keep herself out of trouble. Her father was put away for the first time when she was 6 years old, resulting in a quick divorce. A sad beginning, but one not at all uncommon for struggling Gotham homes. During the case, Steph's mother would be introduced to Detective James Gordon. Their relationship grew quickly, until the two were married by Steph's tenth birthday; barely before her father would be released from prison for the first time.

Whether it was the loss of his wife, the absence of his daughter, or his treatment in lock-up; the time away had not been kind to Arthur Brown. No sooner was he put on probation than he began to lose it. Stephanie attempted to visit, only to find the man muttering to himself and tinkering with things the young girl didn't recognize. Until she saw one of the devices on the news. A bomb delivered by one Cluemaster to the Gotham Knight's stadium. She brought her concerns to her then Police Sergeant step-father, and while he respected her intuition enough to listen, was unconvinced there was enough evidence to go after his wife's ex-husband without it looking like an abuse of power. So, Stephanie took matters into her own hands.

Aware of Gordon's 'personal' relation with the bat, Steph donned her own purple out-fit and hid in the shadows of the Gotham PD roof for the better part of the night, waiting for Batman to arrive. He never did. Instead, a scrawny teenager dressed in the red and green turned up and exchanged a few brief words with Gordon before leaving; while Steph silently followed.

Thus began a strained relationship between Stephanie Brown and the Bat Family, and a tumultuous relationship between herself and the Robin at the time; Tim Drake. After months of training and butting heads with Batman, Cluemaster was sent away to Arkham and 'Spoiler' had become a respected ally to the Family. For nearly four years, Steph was able to hone her skills with the best of the best: Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, and Richard Greyson.

Until Tim Drake unexpectedly retired from the caped-crusading business his senior year of high school; up and leaving Gotham overnight with barely a goodbye sent Stephanie's way. Whatever his reasons, the spot of Batman's Kid-Wonder was vacant, and Steph wasted no time volunteering for the position, only to be met with disappointment. Bruce had no desire to take on another ward, least of all her: she had a family already, and her proximity to Gordon posed too much a risk. With Dick brooding in Bludhaven, Tim nowhere to be found, and her parents obsessing over her 7-year-old prodigy half-sister, Barbra, Steph found herself rather alone and feeling abandoned.

So once again she set out on her own. Convincing her mother to allow her to spend the year in New York with her newly-released criminal father wasn't about to fly, so instead she spun the lie of an early acceptance to the NYU Tech program, official-looking acceptance letter and all. In truth, Stephanie's prospects look rather bleak, but New York City promises a fresh start to make a name of her own, and an easy way to ensure dear'ol'dad wasn't slipping back into bad habits.