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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 4:48 pm
Gaia Username: Achidanza Wanted Character Robin RP Sample: Night was fast approaching as the sun dipped below the cityscape. The buildings reached up from the pavement, long and elegant, to brush the sky—a testament to man’s attempts at reaching the heavens. Faintly glowing stars were trying to manage their way onto the soft red horizon, but were dulled and blotted out by the smog and light pollution that surrounded Gotham City. Despite it all, there was a comfort to the congested concrete jungle; it was something that echoed along the blare of traffic and the continuous speech that overflowed from the crowded streets. It had many names and many meanings to different people, but to Graham, it was a new start.
Perched on top of the roof of the grand scale apartment building he lived in, he meticulously wound a red cotton wrap around his left hand. The plain black gloves he wore were great for concealing his fingerprints, but when it came to throwing punches, they never did much good. They needed extra padding, and even if it did look a little ridiculous, the wraps supplied the support he needed. Round and round the simple roll of cotton went; three times at the wrist, across the palm three times as well, once around his thumb, carefully around each of his fingers, and then back around his palm before he fastened it securely. Graham flexed both his wrapped hands before rising to his feet with an exhale of breath. He still would have preferred using his grip tape since it would allow him to climb easier, but it did little for him in a fight as well.
He winced at the thought, remembering the injuries he had sustained on his first night out a year ago. He'd ended up with three broken fingers and mottled bruising along his back, which had been a pain to try and explain to his dad when the man had noticed it. Graham had to lie, claiming that it was because he managed to somehow fall onto the balance beam and then rolled off of it in pain, accidentally landing on his hand in the process. It was a lot easier to swallow than hearing of how your son had, instead, been chucked against a crate and how he broke his fingers punching the p***k who manhandled him so roughly in the face for it. He thought that would have been his denouement from fighting crime right then and there, but he couldn’t deny how much of a thrill it was—despite the injuries, of course.
There was also something else to it, though dwelling too long on it always left him more than a little anxious. He’d begun experiencing weird cases of what he could only consider déjà vu—he’d see street corners on the bus ride to school and recall standing there with people he didn’t recognize, or buildings he’d never even stepped foot in but whose floor plans he could recite as if they were the alphabet. It was unnerving, but they weren’t something he could just snap his fingers and be rid of. Seriously, he tried that on a whim and, yeah, it did absolutely nothing. His last resort was repressing them, or basically just trying to think of anything else when the world around him started to grow weird and the impending headache came on. At least he was able to remotely recognize the signs of it by now.
Despite how tedious they could be, the instances of déjà vu, or whatever they really were, did lead him to where he was now; standing on top of his apartment building in a most outrageous getup that was better suited for Halloween. He’d seen the Robin costume in a few of those weird moments as well as what he could find online and, being a firm believer in the whole “things happen for a reason” saying (which he swears will get him killed one day), Graham decided to carry on the mantle. The outfit was makeshift though and mostly compromised of anything he could get from his father’s sportswear and sporting goods company; black gloves bound in red wraps, equally black gymnast longs, combat boots, a protective undershirt used in baseball and, finally, the piece d’ resistance; a black hoodie with a yellow R spray painted onto it right over his heart. He did a pretty good job on that one, having drawn the symbol down on paper half a hundred times before even touching the fabric with the harsh cadmium yellow paint.
Graham did, of course, have a mask that covered his eyes as well. How he managed to procure it was still a mystery to himself as well. But it served its purpose. After all, he’d rather not go gallivanting off into the night and have people know who he was. He also carried around a backpack, which would have to serve as his extremely makeshift utility belt. And, as such, the teen lacked the cool utilities the previous Robin had had, so he made do with an aluminum bat (the irony was too great to pass up) whose handle stuck out the top of the bag for easy access, some climbing cord, and a butterfly knife if push came to shove (which it hopefully never would). Rudimentary, but they hadn’t failed him yet.
Honestly, Graham was quite proud of what he could throw together. He still had no inkling as to how it was done before, what with the costume and weaponry being so complex, but he would persevere, even if he wasn’t as flashy. In all honesty, he didn’t want to be as public as the previous one had been. To himself, Graham was just a pretender—nothing serious at all, just a teen following a hunch delivered to him by way of parcel two years ago and what he refused to call memories. He knew the old Robin had vanished, and yet, while there was still a Batman around, there had been no replacement Boy Wonder. And with being public came coming face to cowl with Batman. The guy would probably be pissed off if he found out some starry eyed boy was running around the streets of Gotham playing make believe under the alias of Robin, who could very well be dead for all Graham knew. Nice way to honor the memory of someone by parading around as the poor stiff.
Thus, this Robin worked from the shadows of the shadows, trying to avoid any sight of pointy ears while simultaneously staying under the man’s radar. The only reason he stuck with the name was because of those freaky episodes and the fact that it held a bit of power; taking on an identity that had already been so well known was much easier than being some upstart vigilante, so he’d rolled with it all.
And tonight was no different. Ghosting his hand along the simple dark green domino mask over his eyes, Robin smirked contently to himself. He’d been absent from the streets due to recovering from some minor injuries for the past few days. Well, that paired with the fact that he had a bunch of tests to study for, so he’d been missing out on his investigation at the dockside. An illegal arms shipment would be making berth soon, if his previous detective work proved sound. All he needed were a couple of photos and he'd be as good as gold assembling the evidence against the captain of The Myriad. He'd have to stealthily deliver said evidence to the GCPD to handle since he wasn't an idiot; he couldn't compete with gunmen with what little artillery he had on him, so he'd leave it to the "professionals." Sticking his hand into his hoodie’s pocket, he double checked to make sure the slim camera was still present before setting off at a sprint for the rooftop beside him.
Are you a fan of the series, are you familiar with this character? Absolutely. All the characters who have taken on the alias of Robin have turned out to be my favorites in the entirety of the DC universe. I don't mind, however, doing a little extra home- work if there are things I manage to miss.
Do you promise to be as active as possible if we grant you this privilege? Of course, what with my graphic shop up and running here, there's no way I can just bail. If there are circumstances where my availability will be a bit limited, I will be sure to voice it.
Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 4:49 pm
[General Information]
Name: Graham Fen Nicknames: - Civilian: Graham cracker (but thankfully this is only used by loved ones) - Alias: Boy Wonder, Songbird, Boy Blunder, Baby Bird, Birdboy, and basically any avian joke imaginable that could be used as an insult. Titles: Robin Age: 18 Birthday: 11 / 20 Star Sign: Scorpio Gender: Male Race: Human Moral Alignment: Good
[Personal Information]
Occupation: He's a senior in high school, but he begrudgingly works part time as a receptionist at his father's company. His dad set him up with the job in hopes that it'll help him "understand the basics of a business" even though Graham is pretty much miserably answering phones or greeting people. The only upside to the job is that he can use a bunch of crazy voices and impressions. The only downside? His dad reprimands him about it since it isn't "professional." Doesn't stop him from continuing though.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Likes: - Chilly weather - Animated movies - Museums - Singing - Plays / Opera - Reading fictional books - Witty banter - Anatomy - Astrology (even though his mother finds it quite trivial since, in her honest opinion, the ocean is extremely more fascinating since we know so little about it.)
Dreams: Travelling the world has always been his greatest ideal, even when he was a child. Sure, he's traveled the country due to gymnastics tournaments, but there's a great big world out there still waiting to be explored. He would also like to own a bunch of cats, but that isn't entirely realistic considering how changing all those litter boxes would be too much of a pain.
Dislikes: - Studying - Forgetting important details - Not having time to do the things he wants - Being manipulated - Drugs
Fears: - Dying young - Parasites - Failure - Confronting a face from the past - Injuring himself to the point of no longer being able to move in some way
Darkest Secret: His past abusive relationship. He was still too young, dependent, and naive, so he thought for sure that it was love at the time, because he was getting the attention he wanted and, to be fair, needed. That period in his life had left him so emotionally, mentally, and physically shattered that it took him months to feel human again.
Favourite Food: Italian food
Favourite Drink: Vanilla bubble tea
Least Favourite Food: Steak
Least Favourite Drink: Actual tea, but he'll brave it when necessary so as not to make a faux pas.
Loyalties: His family and Gotham City.
Intelligence Level: Highly intelligent since his mother wouldn't have it any other way, although his school grades sometimes say otherwise since he likes to slack off on doing homework. Sometimes he just doesn't feel motivated enough to slave over a textbook for hours when he has better things to be doing.
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous due to his years in gymnastics, but he's more reliant on his right hand, especially for writing.
Weaknesses: - His silver tongue. Sometimes he can get a bit carried away with his japes.
- He's purely human. A very agile and intelligent one, but still human. He's got all the basic limitations that come with being an average Joe.
- His temper can flare when pushed to his limits, leading him to react brashly instead of factoring things out like he usually does.
- Playing on Graham's past relationship and using it against him is enough to leave him at a loss for words and actions. Pull enough strings and you'll either reduce him to a quivering mess or a furious ball of rage.
Cherished Items: - It's not really an item, but Neptune, his all black Sphynx, is the most beloved thing he owns. The cat was a gift from his grandfather on his seventeenth birthday and by far the greatest present he's ever received. He treats her like an absolute princess.
- A dark green domino mask he received in the mail when he was sixteen.
Philosophical / Social Viewpoint: Philosophically, Graham lives be the whole "things happen for a reason" saying, because what better way to trivialize the terrible things that happen to good people than to cover it up with a farce? It takes the edge off how unforgiving fate can be and can, at times, bring some enlightenment in the midst of a tragedy, as Graham discovered.
Religious Viewpoint: Graham was raised a Roman Catholic (his father's religion) and, yes, was even in his cathedral's all boys choir as a child (this is another dark secret, but mainly because it's incredibly embarrassing) and, for a time, he enjoyed it all. He and his father didn't attend every Sunday (which eventually led to him being kicked out of said choir), being that his father was a busy man and not that devoted, but they attended whenever they could. Eventually Graham just fell out of it all as he got older. Now he's just super open minded and interested in hearing of other people's religions.
Romantic Viewpoint: Graham doesn't believe in love at first sight. At least not anymore. He's now a firm believer in allowing for a relationship to grow and progress like flowers, cornily enough. Picking any bit of flora too early will have you end up with just a bud; stunted and closed, locking all their secrets inside. But if you wait long enough, tend and care for with every day, then you'll have a blossom; beautiful and open to you. So, needless to say, he's done jumping head first into relationship and expects a deep bond to form before engaging in one ever again.
Personality Graham is, for lack of better words, cunning and conniving. His clever mind is only ever offline when he’s asleep, and his silver tongue is his best asset. Lying isn’t a commendable talent, but he can string together a menagerie of believable stories if given the proper amount of time. While this has enabled him to weasel his way out of more than one sore situation, it can, however, backfire pretty badly—especially when it comes to his parents, who have become more than able to detect their son’s tricky ways over the years. This sharp wit of his has also landed him in crappy situations more often than not; such as unnecessary fights in and out of his costume. It’s unbelievable how easily other high school students can be goaded into a fight with one simple, snide comment. His passive aggressive snark is a hard thing to keep up with, and so, while he loves witty banter, Graham rarely finds people who can reciprocate for extended periods of time, which is definitely a bummer.
Despite his clever mind, Graham sometimes forgets to use it, reacting with emotion instead of his sense. This can lead to him being described as both stubborn and brash, seeing as his passions sometimes get the better of him. This, paired with his temper, cause for quite the volatile show. If something drives him up the wall far enough and he can’t contain himself, he will become violent with both words and fists. Needless to say, he isn’t some docile pushover anymore.
Yet, even with his wily nature and temper, Graham is kind and compassionate, always laughing and smiling unless met with some grim reality. He’s got a heart of gold that he doesn’t mind giving to others if he can trust them with handling it. But trusting others is easier said than done after his experience of putting too much trust into someone, so he doesn’t just spill his guts to others right away; it takes time and patience for him to grow comfortable enough with someone to have in-depth, heartfelt conversations. Sometimes he even goes so far as to research a person trying to get into his life, just so he can feel safe.
Biography [ contains potentially triggering material dealing with abusive relationships ] Graham Fen was practically born with a silver spoon in his mouth. While he wasn’t from a grotesquely rich family, the Fens were of prominence and far better off than many other Gothamites in their fair city. Bernard Fen, Graham’s grandfather, came from old money and was content to squander it away on the luxuries of life—especially on his late wife Maria, who was the absolute center of his world until her untimely death when they were both in their forties. Their only child Nikolai, Graham’s father, proved to be a business savvy and gifted youth when it came to sports, which delighted Bernard, considering his line of business. Nikolai played water polo and soccer for a time before switching into gymnastics. Despite the flourish it had, such a sport was incredibly rigorous, taxing, and, thus, would prove to be a challenge. Naturally Nikolai accepted it and did phenomenally well, going so far as to become a contender in competitions all across the country and even some outside of the US. When Nikolai was a senior in college, he met a young woman by the name of Juniper Beck while spending his spring break off the coast of Italy. She, by contrast, hadn’t gone there to party, but to write her senior thesis on the Caulerpa taxifolia that was plaguing the Mediterranean waters. He had fallen in love with her brilliant mind and she had fallen in love with his drive to succeed. The two made for quite the handsome couple and decided that, upon returning to the states, they'd continue their relationship despite the distance. Nikolai was living in Gotham City, New Jersey while June was living in Raleigh, North Carolina, but they made an effort to call and visit as often as they could. After a year or two, Nikolai retired from competitive gymnastics and, instead, turned his attention to business, since retirement was also on the mind of his aged father. The older man needed someone to become the president and CEO of FenWear—a sporting goods and sportswear company he created when he himself was no older than his son’s current age—now that he had plans of stepping down, and who better than his son? And after dating for a grand total of four years, Juniper and Nikolai tied the knot and soon after brought a charming baby boy into the world.
Being an only child, Graham was fairly spoiled by his first time parents and first time grandfather, who was so content to have an heir to the Fen family fortune at last. While his father worked, his mother stayed home and raised him, and while she loved her young son immensely, being a housewife felt like tedious work to her. She had a PhD in Marine biology, but instead of exploring the wonders of the ocean, she was stuck at home, tending to a mewling infant. She often brought this up to her husband, how she felt trapped by this nuclear family ideology, but the pigheaded man just wouldn't hear of it. When Graham was old enough to enroll into preschool, his mother jumped at the opportunity to get back into her prior work and research. This, however, caused many issues; her job consumed her to the point where Juniper was always working late at the marina or even taking distant voyages to do field work. A rift began to form between her and her husband, who was, with a company to run, just as busy. The young child was often left in the care of his benevolent grandfather when either parent couldn't attend to him, which led to many spats between them. They always blamed each other for not being there for their son when both were fairly guilty. Eventually seeing eye to eye had became too difficult a task, seeing as it always ended in heated arguments. It wasn't surprising when they filed for divorce when Graham was just six years old.
It wasn’t a messy one like those portrayed in dramatized telenovelas. Graham was still very young, but he could recall blurred memories of dressing up nicely to attend court hearings, listening idly to lawyers chattering while his parents sat silently across from one another, and having to spend some nights at his grandfather’s home while the terms of their divorce were being worked out. He didn’t mind it so much, particularly because he was still too young to understand it completely, but it was strange when he suddenly found himself spending weekdays with his mother and then weekends with his father. There weren’t any more Beck-Fen family Christmases or Thanksgivings. Instead they were split, rationed off between the two families instead of combined like they used to be.
Around this time, his father had begun to induct Graham into gymnastics with a goal of having him compete competitively “just like his old man” when he got a little older. The boy had found it fun for a time, and proved to be the perfect protégé. Nikolai had even managed to convince Juniper to allow him to pick Graham up from school so that their son could practice at the gym on weekdays as well as weekends. Being that she was usually busy with her work and research and didn’t spend as much time with their son as she would have liked, she allowed it. She felt the cold grip of guilt and, in her mind, having Graham spend more time with his father would make up for the time he couldn’t spend with her.
Eventually this began to turn sour as Graham got older. When he was ten, he entered his first competition and ranked fourth against boys from his age to eighteen. To his father, this was unacceptable. “Fourth doesn’t earn you a trophy or a medal. Fourth doesn’t earn you any recognition,” the man had barked on the car ride home. “Never be happy with anything less than first.” And so Graham never was. His training became incredibly intense from that day forward. Breaks were no longer permitted while practicing, his diet had to change drastically, and he had to switch to online schooling once he was of middle school age to keep up with the schedule his father had laid out for him. But despite all these uprooting changes, Graham was compliant and did as he was told. He took every single berating comment and harsh critique with a blank face and did each routine again and again till his father deemed it perfect.
And the boy began to fall apart. If he wasn’t practicing or doing his online classes, he was sleeping. Sleeping became his answer to everything—his way to get away from it all and recharge. Gymnastics was no longer a fun little game like it had been when he was a child. It was a monster now, a parasite. His biological clock was all discombobulated due to his strange, erratic sleeping patterns and he started to eat little, which all clashed terribly with his strenuous training. His health was deteriorating, but his father turned a blind eye to it because, even when pushed to such limitations, his son still managed to bring home gold medals and recognition. He was his pride and joy; his little prodigy who honored the Fen name with every trophy he won and every article written about him. The man even turned a blind eye to when his son would rush off to the men’s room to retch over a toilet from exerting himself so much in such a weakened state. He should have remained more vigilant, more caring, because in such a vulnerable position, his son was easily and unknowingly swept away.
For as clever a boy as Graham was, he was a mess. He was stuck between the cliché rock and a hard place. While he hated what had become of him, he didn’t want to upset his father. His competitive gymnastics endeavor was the only time his father ever paid him any attention, even if it wasn’t the kind he would have preferred. His mother was rarely ever home due to her career, and when she was, she was akin to a sleep deprived zombie that would fall asleep at the drop of a hat. And even though his grandfather showered him with affection in those too brief periods where they'd meet up again, Graham was always too swamped with his sport to visit him and the old man had resumed taking excursions outside of Gotham City. Training and competitions really were the only time he ever got any sort of attention, especially since switching solely to online school, thus missing out on the opportunity of making companions his own age. Even if it was tearing him apart, he didn’t want to give it up now. But fate worked in mysterious ways.
He was fifteen when he met Trevor. Fifteen and naïve, weak, and so very stupid. The young man was three years Graham’s senior, wore a smirk unlike any he had ever seen before, and had the boy believing he could "repair" his broken state. They were acquainted in the most romantic way possible; Trevor had offered to hold the young gymnast’s hair back after accidentally stumbling across him throwing up in the men’s restroom as per norm. Graham, being grateful for such a courteous action, agreed to hang around and talk to him for a bit. Trevor was concerned with his current state, spoke to him kindly and compassionately, listened to all he had to say, and thought it best that they do this again sometime, and Graham couldn’t have agreed more.
It felt phenomenal to get all of his issues off his chest while sitting there on the cold tile flooring of the second story men’s restroom with Trevor (who he later found out worked there as a janitor) beside him. Those brief yet cherished conversations fueled Graham to bettering himself at Trevor’s request; he started eating properly again and corrected his sleeping schedule. He had begun to do so much better, feel so much better, that he had to start putting on a ‘feeling sick’ façade for his father so that, instead of rushing off to the restroom to vomit, he was instead able to speak to his new companion with his father being none the wiser.
So how could Graham say no when Trevor asked him out? The young man had set him on the right track again, given him the attention and affection he so desperately needed, that Graham really was, at the time, certain that he felt love for him. But the Trevor that he'd been with in those four months was not how he was to his core. Love is a terrible thing. It blinded him and made him foolish. He saw Trevor for what the eighteen year old wanted him to see instead of for how he really was. He was playing the boy like a violin and Graham was deaf to the tune.
Of course he didn’t question it when Trevor asked him for money out of the blue. Of course he answered to his every beck and call despite the hour of the night, travelling halfway across the city to see him or even farther if he was spending the weekend in Gotham Heights. And of course he knew to keep his mouth shut about their relationship to his parents. “They wouldn’t understand,” He had told Graham, which was all the persuasion he needed.
It wasn’t until Graham turned sixteen that two life changing events happened; the domino mask and the shrinking allowance. He’d never received packages through the mail before. Sure, strange and sometimes foreign parcels would arrive at his mother’s address for Trev, which Graham would dutifully deliver to him without his mother knowing. Yet there had never been one strictly for him. What’s weirder was the fact that it lacked any sort of stamp or mailing address. All it had written on it was his name in some scrawl of a penmanship, and when the boy tentatively opened its contents, all he found was a dark green domino mask. He literally tore the package apart for some sort of answer, yet he received none. The mask was such a dark shade of green that it could have passed for pure ebony if it wasn’t for how it reflected the light. It looked familiar, but it couldn’t be placed at that time. It also wouldn’t be used. With a weary shrug, Graham had stored the enigmatic gift under his bed for a later date when he might be able to deduce its purpose.
Next came Trevor, whose constant need for money and increasingly twitchy and agitated nature had grown immensely in due time. When Graham’s allowance had all been spent on his paramour, the news didn’t sit well with the now nineteen year old. He had grabbed a fistful of the boy’s hair, called him a plethora of atrocious things, and tossed him aside like a rag doll against the coffee table, injuring him and breaking said piece of furniture. As Graham pried his sore body from the splintered wreckage, stray white particles clung to his clothing from the wooden table. Even an idiot could tell it was cocaine, and when a bewildered Graham voiced this conclusion, it earned him another round of hair pulling and a harsh shove out Trevor’s apartment door.
He heard no word from him for three days. No texts, no calls, no usual bathroom meet ups until those days were up. Graham found him at their usual spot, the spot where they first met, looking apologetic and grief stricken, spouting sweetened lies about how sorry he was, how he didn’t mean to, how he was just upset. And a reluctant Graham still ate them up.
He still gave him money, crawled back to him when he was “needed,” was thrown out with bruises and sores and a hundred million vulgar names he’d been called ringing in his head when Trevor couldn’t stand the sight of him. And he touched him in ways Graham never consented to, never wanted. But saying no earned him a swift beating, and he had grown so tired. He could cover up the bruises and scratches with makeup, but the occasional limp was much harder.The teen was disgusted with it all, disgusted with himself, because he didn't recognize this as love anymore, but he didn't know what to do because the man who had fixed him and cared for him ended up breaking him even more than he had been before.
But the process kept repeating like some broken record. Over and over until the next time the teen couldn’t give him money, which led Trevor to threaten him with a knife to his neck. That was the final straw—feeling the cool metal against his throat, watching the way it trembled in the man's hand. He was shaking due to the drugs, not because he was nervous. The way he held the knife almost seemed like he'd done this very thing before. Graham fought back at last after swallowing down his fear and marked the momentous occasion by slamming the back of his head square against the man's face. It took a lot to do that—a lot of trembling and quarreling thoughts, but he had to. It wasn't love, it was never love, and he wouldn't let this go on any longer. Trevor’s yelling, his own screams, and the clamorous din of the apartment being torn apart disturbed the neighbors next door, who thought for certain someone was being murdered, into alerting the police.
And so ended that dark chapter in his life. Trevor was arrested for assaulting a minor, engaging in non-consensual affairs with said minor, drug possession, resisting arrest, and assaulting a police officer. The officers who drove Graham down to the station to be picked up by his parents tried to sooth him by telling him that the man would be locked up for a while with a record like that, but it didn’t ease how numb he felt.
No, it took a year for that sensation to disappear, leaving only faint traces here and there. Since the event with Trev, which his parents had to ultimately find out about, they began treating him differently, as if he were made of glass. They spoke softly to him, never demanded too much of anything from him, and tried their best to comfort him while also giving him time to heal on his own. At his mother’s insistence, his father allowed him to quit gymnastics altogether, and she had taken to calling him every day to make sure he was alright if she was working late at the marina. Even his stern, cold shouldered father was going out of his way to patch up the massive hole that had been torn in their relationship.
But there were still bumps in the road to forgetting and moving on. Since Graham was the victim in the case, he had to attend the trial as a key witness against his abuser, which could easily be likened to being under a microscope. The questions he was asked were both incriminating and painful; they prodded too deeply at something he would rather never recall again. It was as if both the defense attorney and the prosecutor were constantly picking at wounds that were finally healing; continuously opening them up and letting them bleed out. Over and over it went on until, at last, the man was sentenced to fifteen years in prison. The case and trial, however, had been meticulously made private with the right amount of money to the right people. It was an embarrassment to the family name, Graham could tell, so his father and grandfather went to whatever lengths they could to try and keep it off the news stations, out of the papers, and stifle it as best they could if it did manage to get some air time.
After that year of recuperating and attending therapy, Graham was doing better than he had in a long time. He laughed and smiled more often like before, and he had taken up gymnastics again as a hobby instead of the aggressive event it had been. The sport that made him so miserable before now helped him in blowing off some steam and clearing his head. But with these changes came another; he was no longer the perfect little protégé, the gymnastics prodigy, the pride of his family. He was a victim, and the unpleasant truth was that that was now how his parents could only view him.
He tried to move past even that though—the thought of being a victim. And he would succeed. As he was clearing out his room at his mother’s apartment of any old junk that he could associate with those dark days, he came across the package that only bore his name from a year prior. Inside he found the same domino mask, but he also found something else. A new start, as typical as it sounded. He didn’t know it a year earlier, when he was sixteen and a wreck on legs, but now he could place where he’d seen the mask before, and the thought stirred a strange feeling in him. He didn’t want to be considered a victim anymore. The label alone made him seem weak and left a bitter taste in his mouth. Moving from victim to vigilante was a huge step, one that he often questioned whether or not he should take before he donned the mask, but he wanted to make a difference in the city—he didn’t want there to be any more victims. Graham bore the identity he associated with the mask after doing endless amounts of research to confirm what he initially thought; Robin was gone. Well, his assumption was more along the lines of missing in action. None of the papers or news stations wrote or spoke about the ‘dynamic duo,’ but focused solely on just the dark knight of Gotham City, which was strange considering how the notorious hero was never without his sidekick. It was a childish notion to take on the identity of the Boy Wonder, but it was one so well known throughout the bustling city that it would be easier to pose as that instead of taking to the streets as some unknown, upstart hero. The title Robin carried a hint of fear, because where the bird went, the bat usually followed.
But this Robin flew solo, avoiding any hint of Batman like the plague. Thus his career had started out to be a rough one by default; he not only had to figure out how to fight without the use of the high tech gadgetry the caped crusader had, but also had to somehow stay under the radar of the world’s greatest detective while bringing justice to the streets. Facing Batman was his biggest fear. The guy was practically Gotham City’s greatest asset and attraction, and here Graham was, a seventeen year old crime fighting rookie posing as his missing partner. He stayed as incognito as possible starting out during year one, but during his second year, the now eighteen year old had grown gutsier. Having become a little too confident in his evasive nature with Batman, he started becoming bolder, finally stepping out from the shadows. And the more busts that he successfully managed to pull off, the more talk there was that the Boy Wonder had returned.
[Relationship Information]
Friends: ○ Character Name as Url Link | Force | Relationship Type Releationship Explanation
Enemies: ○ Character Name as Url Link | Force The Belong To | Relationship Type Releationship Explanation
Family: ○ Juniper Fen (née Beck) | Neutral | Mother to Son Graham’s relationship with his mother is as healthy as it can be, seeing as he hardly ever spends time with her. She’s a prominent marine biologist, so she spends a lot of her time at work, whether it’s in the lab or out in the field. Graham doesn’t really mind due to the fact that, when she does have time for him, she always spoils him with lunch plans at nice cafes and restaurants so they can catch up. Plus, she’ll sometimes bring him with her if she can, and usually it’s to locations far from Gotham, like going to the Gulf of Mexico to study aggregating whale sharks. Due to the situation with his parents’ divorce, Graham spends weekdays living in his mother’s nice, grand scale apartment in the city.
○ Nikolai Fen | Neutral | Father to Son His relationship with his father could be better. Having been pushed and pushed by the man in the field of gymnastics since the ripe age of six, there is quite a lot of tension between them. His father can be ruthless, expecting nothing but the best, which caused Graham to develop a bit of hatred for his father in his early teenage years, since it was around this time that his training became incredible harsh and taxing on the boy. You can only take so many scornful remarks, stressful demands, and belittling critiques before you come to despise the mouth spewing them. However, since Graham stopped competing professionally, their relationship—while still a bit rocky—has improved significantly to the point where Graham doesn’t mind spending the usual weekends in Gotham Heights at his father’s house.
○ Bernard Fen | Neutral | Grandfather to Grandson Bernard, being the boisterous gentleman he is, is considered an absolute delight to his only grandchild. He’s always kind and considerate when it comes to Graham, and while he pushed the boy into doing gymnastics as well, he was never as crazy about it as his son, Graham’s father. Still, the benevolent old man was disappointed when Graham decided to quit competing professionally since he had so much potential and was already so far into all of it, but he understood the circumstances. In fact, in the beginning of Graham’s road to recovery, while everyone close to him treated him like some fragile, broken little thing, his grandfather was the only one who still treated him like he normally did, which Graham appreciated immensely.
Romantic Relationships: ○ Character Name as Url Link | Force They Belong To | Relationship Type Releationship Explanation
[Weapon Information]
○ Aluminum bat: filched from one of his dad's stock warehouses, it's a pretty rudimentary weapon compared to the past Robin's arsenal.
○ Cord: used for rock climbing and, like the bat, taken from one of his father's warehouses. He uses two different types; a basic blend, which he usually uses to tie up criminals, and a tough, reinforced variety with a four prong grappling hook attached to the end for swinging across buildings and climbing.
○ Butterfly knife: his last resort weapon. While he'd rather not use it, he still keeps it on him just in case situations become extremely risky.
[Ability Information]
○ Highly intelligent: his parents expect only the best from their only child, and this holds true when it comes to his academic life. Even though his grades may not reflect this sometimes due to his nightly activities taking a lot out of him and the fact that he can just be plain lazy when it comes to homework, Graham's mind is as sharp as a tack. Before he switched to online schooling to focus more on his gymnastics career, Graham attended a private school for advanced learners up until he was eleven. Although he still has a lot to learn, the teen is a very gifted detective. Back when he used to try and avoid actually engaging criminals in fights, he preferred his brains over his brawn and focused solely on observing from afar, creeping around to listen in on conversations of the utmost importance, and following after trails.
○ Agile / Flexible: after twelve years (roughly eleven if you count the year he spent recuperating) of gymnastics training and competitions, Graham is the poster child for being a nimble little minx. His fluid movements give him the upper hand in fights while also enabling him with a great deal of stealth due to how softly he can tread and how he can travel on small surface areas from his years on a balance beam. He's also extremely flexible from his gymnastics career, allowing for him to do some intense, often cringe worthy, contortionist maneuvers without breaking a sweat.
[Weakness Information]
○ Rough around the edges: this baby bird still has a lot to learn despite flying away from the nest. Even if he did learn how to fight dirty from his first year out on the streets, he's got a lot to learn.
○ Silver tongue:his quick wit and comments can sometimes land him in a heap of trouble.
○ Oh, the humanity: even if he's at his peak, even if he's agile and clever, he's still just an eighteen year old human running around fighting crime. He's only got so much energy and can only take so much.
○ Flying solo: because Robin is working under Batman's radar to avoid coming into contact with him in fear of confrontation, the Boy Wonder is lacking all the high tech equipment and gear that make crime fighting easier.
○ Two lives: unlike the previous Batman's past wards, Graham's parents are both still alive and well. Should his secret identity be compromised, they could be put in serious danger. Aside from that, anyone closely associated with him could share the same fate. He'd go to any lengths to save a loved one put in the line of fire because of his selfish crusade through Gotham.
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Commanding Senshi
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sukotai
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Commanding Senshi
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 4:50 pm
_____- - -ｅｔｃ. ____________{ notes & what lies ahead }
♛;; Robin's Timeline
Sunday: Batgirl and Robin met officially in-guild Monday: was an off day Tuesday: Charlie visited Graham's high school Wednesday: they met Bambi Thursday: was an off day Friday: was the dock explosion Saturday: their first “patrol date” - meet Batman Sunday: their first platonic date - find out Graham's ex is in Arkham _______ Met Nightwing for the first time _______ Spy on Batman and Green Arrow
Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 4:53 pm
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since sometimes transferring things from forums to guilds makes a muck of the posting formats. The own downfall to guilds, honestly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 9:08 pm
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sukotai
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Commanding Senshi
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sukotai
Crew
Commanding Senshi
Offline
Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 3:32 pm
Black Canary for Suki the Siren
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