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While I respect Wraith's hectic schedule and time, I do mine own as well. There's no way I'd be able to jump back in with any enthusiasm knowing that this RP may die at any moment on the whims of a mercurial GM. I'm not saying it to be snide, but as a player who was not privy to any 'backroom' discussions; this ride has given me too much whiplash, and I don't have enough faith it won't happen again to stay on.

Best of luck to everyone again, good stories to be had and hope to see you around.
Tentative interest dependent on my schedule. Curious to see what this is about.


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



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.]



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.
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.


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.
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
First Class #2.67: Change II

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.



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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In Titans 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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.
In Titans 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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.
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