RP Sample: The moon was bright and round against the dull red sky, the wind practically nonexistent. Despite the humid cloud that hung over the night, Charlie felt good. She felt better than good actually. There was something excessively satisfying about slapping a cowl over your face and feeling the weight of a flowing cape at your back. It wasn’t her first time trying it on, of course, but it was the first time it was truly coming into play. The world would soon know that another bat was back in Gotham City. Removing the grapnel gun from the security of her belt, the brunette turned the gadget around in her hands to observe it as she had done many times before. The police department had actually managed to take excellent care of the odd piece of technology aside from the battle-earned dents riddles across the hilt from years of use, which actually gave Charlotte a weird sense of nostalgia as she prodded one with her pointer finger. Alright, that’s enough for faulty memories. Pointing the grapnel at the edge of a distant skyscraper, Batgirl swung into action.
The week leading up to this moment hadn’t entirely been a walk in the park. It involved a lot of snooping and sneaking, and even a bit of stealing. Though that part she would refrain from incorporating into her crime-fighting persona, of course. The HQ had been buzzing with life that past month with reported sightings around the city. A superhero here, a vigilante there; it seemed like the world was slowly giving birth to a whole new set of law enforcers. She had shared her interest in this costumed populace with her godmother, luckily without suspicion, and even managed to sucker her out of a few clippings. Apparently these lost faces hadn’t been seen for ages so it was strange that they would resurface so out of the blue. It was strange alright, and she was ready to get in on the action.
After gathering whatever information she could on the surface, that’s when she had to do a bit of sleuthing on her own. Luckily her job description entitled her to constant access through the evidence vault and records room or else her life would have been made extremely difficult. At every possible break in work, she leafed through file cabinets and sorted through discarded boxes of junk for any hint of bat motifs that were likely to be stashed somewhere. There was no possible way Gotham’s own hooded protectors wouldn’t be involved with the police in some way or another. She’d nearly been caught a time or two by curious onlookers passing through, but thankfully a quick mention of the Commissioner’s name caused a convenient cease in any sort of questions they could dare to ask.
On about her fourth day of searching, that’s when she found it. The lot of stuff seemed to be stowed away in an abandoned office near the back of the room, which looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. A few spare batarangs were scattered along the wooden surface of the table, though she opted instead to focus on a stack of tripped newspapers tucked away neatly beside the pile of objects. A couple titles stuck out to her; “Winged Freak Terrorizes Gotham Gangland”, “BATMAN: Savior or Menace?”, none of them seemed all too friendly at first. Obviously the guy wasn’t very popular among the locals in the beginning. Flipping through them further, another one happened to stick out and she tugged it from the pile. An introduction to Batman’s apparent sidekick was what it portrayed, a child who called himself Robin. Though his attire in the older photos were a bit… Gaudy, they bared a certain resemblance to one she had seen before. Charlotte had heard that name sometime recently, in one of the clippings she’d received from Corrie earlier on in the week. Some kid was said to have appeared from the shadows one night according to citizen onlookers and donned the same title as this past Boy Wonder, only there was no Batman in sight accompanying him. So she wasn’t going to be the only Gotham hero to recycle someone else’s alter ego, huh? She’d have to make careful note of that for later.
Carefully folding them and snatching up the spare batarangs for extra measure, Charlie stuck them in her satchel after checking for extra pairs of eyes around. No one seemed to want to bother her that day. Without even hinting at what she had been up to, she returned to Corrie and went back to work. She was actually grateful for the heavy workload for once because after a find like that she needed to keep moving to keep herself from excitedly blowing her cover.
Finally back in the comfortable confines of her room, Charlotte had bid her godparents farewell for the night and convinced them about some phony test in need of studying for. That should satiate them enough to leave her room undisturbed. She immediately set off to work and removed a large chest from under her small twin-sized mattress, where she had taken to storing the costume she had received from the Commissioner. The brunette quietly undressed, carefully pulling on each accessory to the batsuit as she deemed necessary. It was almost a perfect fit. As she wouldn’t care to admit, she’d actually taken longer than planned staring at the new and improved crimefighter she watch in the mirror. Gloved fingers moved over her kevlar covered form as she stared at the armored costume in awe, even tracing over the giant bat embroidered across her chest with her nail. Charlotte actually felt extremely untouchable for once in her life and man did she enjoy it. She peeled herself away from her reflection in time to rummage through her police findings, tacking the chunks of newspaper to her collage on the wall and glancing over the lot of them one final time. “So long, normal college student,” she mumbled under her breath as she unhitched the latch of her bedroom window, spinning around to give one last salute to the space before stealing out into the night air.
And that brings her back to the present. Scaling the side of the building to the best of her limited ability, Batgirl scanned the area for the best place to begin her patrol. Her answer came in the form of a close shriek, presumably female, which she then noticed belonged to an attempted burglary only a few blocks over. If there was one thing to learn about Gotham, it would have to be that the crime never sleeps. What a lucky break; not for the woman, of course, but she was about to have her sorry butt saved Batgirl style. Clumsily, she tested her abilities by leaping the small gap between buildings until she was close enough to witness what was going on down below.
“What’s a pretty catch like yourself doing out here all by yourself?” the thug questioned slyly as he slinked forward to meet the poor citizen. When she didn’t respond, and instead moved to reach for her phone, that’s when he got angry. That was also the moment that Batgirl knew she had to act. She fumbled blindly for a batarang in the designated compartment on her belt, blindly sending one forward in hopes that it would hit its mark. Well, she wasn’t exactly successful due to the fact that it landed somewhere on the pavement between them with a loud metallic sound. However there was no time to reflect on that; It had gotten their attention so she instead decided to play it cool. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you to keep your hands to yourself?” she called from the shadows, her silhouette vaguely illuminated by the street lights below. The guy looked angrier than before, but at least he let go of the woman’s purse. He must’ve yelled some profane comments up at her, however Charlie didn’t hear over the wind rushing past her ears as she swung from the apartment building. “Hope you like the taste of leather, scumbag.” She heard the woman let out a surprised gasp once her boot made direct contact with the thug’s cheek, causing him to double back and curse in pain. It was sheer dumb luck but nothing had ever felt so good.
Are you a fan of the series, are you familiar with this character? As Batman has been my favorite superhero and his entire series has been an interest of mine since I was a wee child, I've been a big fan of it for a long time! As for Batgirl, I've always had interest in her, but only recently have I gotten into reading the comics religiously. Despite that I think it's safe to say that I'm mighty familiar with her character overall, even if it's mainly Barbara's version of Batgirl that I have extensive knowledge of.
Do you promise to be as active as possible if we grant you this privilege? Naturally, I will do my very best to be as active as possible. Since I may have a few days of slow replies because of school work and all that sort of fun stuff, I'll make sure to let anyone know if it happens as well as keep up as best as I can.
Nicknames: Charlie, Lottie Titles: Batgirl Age: 21 Birthday: 9 / 08 Star Sign: Virgo Gender: Genderfluid, but uses female pronouns Race: Human Moral Alignment: Good
[Personal Information]
Occupation: Currently a sophomore in college but occasionally helps with police cases. She also took a part time job as a mechanic on the side as an extra means to make some easy cash.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Likes: → Bugs, to the point where she has made a hobby of collecting taxidermied insects → The concepts and theories behind both civil and criminal law → Sunsets and sunrises → Early rising → Getting lost in the world of video games → Newspaper clippings
Dreams: A pretty simple goal, but she hopes to eventually become a police captain. She also really wants the chance to afford to actually live on her own and support herself. A new bike would be nice as well, but you can't be too picky.
Dislikes: → Research reports → Having to heavily rely on others → Being unable to complete a task at hand → Disorganized spaces
Fears: → Failing a bust → Enclosed areas → Reliving past events → Confrontation
Darkest Secret: Her family had been caught up in an illegal drug trade for years before she found out as a teen, when they inevitably ended up taking the fall for the entire thing and being sent to jail. Because of this, she had a bit of a "rebellious" phase and got herself involved in one of the notorious biker gangs around Gotham City and has yet to leave them behind.
Favourite Food: Nothing's better than cheap, affordable grocery store sushi.
Favourite Drink: Definitely some good, old-fashioned cream soda.
Least Favourite Food: Sour candies or bitter anything.
Least Favourite Drink: Energy drinks or anything insanely caffeinated.
Loyalties: Mostly to herself and her occasional partner(s). She works towards enforcing justice in Gotham where it's needed and in the way that she sees fit.
Intelligence Level: She likes to consider herself to be pretty high on the intelligence scale, but she finds herself unable to think fast on the run. When it comes to actually applying her smarts, she would need quite a bit of time to work things out before formulating a feasible way of dealing with a dire situation.
Dominant Hand: Left
Strengths: → Being able to map out the situation for the best outcome, given the time → Brute strength → Background knowledge on the workings of the law (and the ways around it)
Weaknesses: → Fighting without a plan → Typical complications that arise from not being able to fly, shoot lasers, have super strength, and all that mumbo jumbo → Unable to think quickly and rationally at the same time
Cherished Items: → Her beloved corgi named Archimedes. He has been her best friend throughout the whole situation with her parents and she holds him in the highest regard. → A ski mask she collected from her first bust. → Her first, and only, motorbike that she proudly purchased on her own.
Philosophical/ Social Viewpoint: Charlie would genuinely love to believe and stick to the philosophy that the only way to get what you want is through hard work. Only.. She knows the truth in this statement, especially around Gotham. Many of the successful people around that shady town earned their success through either cheating their way to the top or knowing the exact people to kiss up to. It was disappointing to say the least, but there was no use in skirting around the reality of it all. From a social standpoint, she doesn't particularly dislike people, but if given the choice she would rather stick to her own devices. Not having to associate herself with people means that she has less to worry about aside from her own well being. However, she will soon find that she's willing to make some exceptions to that rule.
Religious Viewpoint: Though her parents were never particularly religious, she turned to the spiritual aspects of religion as a means of dealing with the happenings of her past but prefers a scientific approach towards things.
Romantic Viewpoint: She's not currently looking to have romantic relationships but she does hope to find that "special person" in her life to share her burdens with. As it stands, she would prefer to form a close personal connection first before jumping straight onto the romance wagon.
Personality Externally, she's pretty easygoing and carefree but after a more careful analysis, she is always calculating possible outcomes and worrying over possibilities. She tends to act loyal and very motherly towards anyone she "takes under her wing", though she typically acts in a more independent fashion. However, she is very pigheaded and doesn't like to immediately give in to others' advice. Charlie has a bit of a twisted sense of taking care of business once she takes on her alias as Batgirl. Rather than focus strictly on constant patrol, she's notorious for mixing work with pleasure; if there's an opportunity to visit a club on the way or stop at some food joint on the route, you can bet she'll be all over it. But despite this seemingly careless exterior, she's extremely loyal and passionate about her work. She also has a tendency to go a bit overboard with her teasing nature, always tending to show her affections through sarcasm and hints of insults in general. The problem is, though, that this is also how she responds to people she isn't so fond of either.
Biography
Life had an odd way of coming together, as Charlie would soon become accustomed to finding out. Charlotte was born into the world on a beautiful afternoon in September, surrounded by a loving pair of parents and a mix of outer relatives that only tended to show up for big events after years of never being heard from. As far back as she could recall, she had a relatively normal, happy childhood. Anyone who knew them would easily describe them as the picture perfect familial unit; A simply decorated and moderately-sized housing situation in the outskirts of Old Gotham, two happily working parents, and complete with a spoiled baby girl that was subjected to being fawned over by friends and co-workers alike. Arline Rowe and Malcolm Buchanan were what many people referred to as a power couple. They hadn't originally been all that into each other, however. The two first came into contact with one another through a mutual college buddy that decided it was a good idea to set the two of them up on a ridiculously planned blind date. Long story short; it did not end well. Having not planned to meet with a potential suitor, Arline believing that she had a meeting with an employer and Malcolm expecting a simple night out with the guys, it’s obvious to say that they were extremely uncomfortable. It was only after a few minutes that they mutually decided to end it there. They felt no immediate spark, but their friends seemed to sense otherwise.
Out of all things this awkward encounter did bring about the start of an unlikely friendship. This partnership lasted until graduation, where they eventually made the decision to date. Needless to say they got quite a few I-told-you-so’s along the way. Two years later, the pair tied the knot after moving to a small apartment in Old Gotham and soon after introduced their first and only child into the world. And that comes back to the "happy" childhood. The couple, both graduating with degrees in Organic Chemistry and Human Physiology, managed to acquire alternating shifts at the same drug store as pharmacists. Charlie’s mother would work morning to afternoon where her father would then leave until the next morning in order to assure that at least one of them was home at all times, even getting Wednesdays and weekends off. As expected, this profession racked in quite a decent paycheck, which they used to shower their precious little angel with whatever her heart could desire.
Unfortunately, their profession did also bring about a few misfortunes. Their reputation had traveled beyond the medical community of the area. Traveled as far as into the ears of a few organizers of an underground drug ring that was in desperate need of reliable suppliers. No respectable, hard-working individual would jeopardize themselves for such a petty reason, but these were men who knew what they were doing. Rupert Thorne didn't associate with commonplace fools, after all.
On the way back to his car one morning, Malcolm noticed a small slip of paper tucked into his windshield wiper. He assumed it were some sort of police warning or something, until unfolding it revealed a simple phone number scrawled into it. It normally wouldn’t seem like much but something about the note made him uneasy. But instead of dwell on about it, he simply shoved it into his lab coat’s pocket and forgot about it. That is.. Until later in the week and he was checking his pockets to wash said coat, only to have that tiny piece of paper staring him in the face once again. He finally told Arline about this then, and they chose to call the number that night after tucking little Charlotte into bed.
The response on the other side is the last thing they could have expected and the last thing they could have wanted. As hinted before, they were contacted by a group of thugs that gave them an “offer they couldn’t refuse". In other words: After a few far too close-to-home threats they knew they had no choice but to give in. It had become their responsibility every week to supply whatever over-the-counter drugs asked for at that time by undercover “customers” that also served to monitor whichever Buchanan was in work at that time. To make matters worse, they were later pressured into smuggling more dangerously illegal drugs and housing them until they were then picked up and transferred to the gang’s warehouse. They were paid handsomely for their “service”, but it forced them into a life of constantly walking on eggshells. And this is where the picture-perfect family became more of a facade.
After the incident, Charlotte never noticed but her parents resorted to carefully sheltering her in any way possible; there was no way in heaven or hell that they could let her find out that anything was wrong. She got more gifts than ever but they never let her go anywhere alone and kept constant check on the people she interacted with. She went on like this until her freshman year in highschool, not suspecting a thing but beginning to wonder when her parents had made such a conservative shift.
Unfortunately, her answer came not too long after that. Around her fifteenth year, Lottie noticed something was off when she came home from school one day to find that no one was home. Someone was always home. She didn’t panic though, parents had the right to run errands, right? Right. Those minutes of waiting turned into an hour though and one fourteen-year-old child can only stay patient and sane for so long. A knock on the door spooked her out of her huddled state on the couch, but she knew never to answer it unannounced. Her parents had warned her profusely about that especially. It was until the booming voice of a male yelling “Please open the door, this is the police!” met her ears that she had no choice but to do so. That whole scene is a blur in Charlotte’s memory but she can recall the officer’s careful explanation of her parent’s illegal actions and the recount of what had gone down. It was toned down for the ears of a teen, of course, but she got the general idea. Only later would she find out that her parents were merely sucked into the blame by the very people that got them into this in the first place.
The officers sent to pick her up treated her well enough but she wanted none of it. Her initial confusion had morphed into a state of self-seclusion, which not even the most gentle of words could stir her out of. The police chief offered her a comfortable seat in the lounge and a small stream of people would occasionally check in on her as she silently nibbled on some food. After things seemed to calm down, a sweet faced lieutenant walked her out into the receptionist’s area where she found a familiar couple waiting to pick her up. Charlie had met Corrie and Felix Abrams a couple of times over the years but she certainly didn’t know them well enough to consider them her “parental figures”. They were appointed as her godparents early on in their friendship with her mother and father and now they were taking full responsibility of the teen as legal guardians. Lottie knew she should be grateful but at the time she felt nothing.
Later on that year they had finally managed to pack up all of her necessary belongings and fill out the transfer papers for school and Charlotte was transported back to their house in the City Hall District. She had warmed up to them by this point and was even starting to regain some of her old spunk, but her outlook on life had changed drastically. Her sheltered upbringing had had a somewhat negative effect on her. As soon as she started her new school in sophomore year, she immediately turned to a rebellious attitude and though she kept up her grades, the group of friends she cliqued with were not so popular among the administrators.
Eventually, this same group of friends (easily) talked her into becoming a part of their upcoming biker gang, soon to be known as The Gotham City Freewheelers. They had wanted to start this for a while as she had found out and they respected her enough to make her a key member. Charlotte accepted, only… She was missing a key ingredient. She had no motorcycle. With the help of her godfather, she managed to snag a job in the Financial District as a beginning mechanic. Though it was only meant to be a part time gig for cash, she actually found that she thoroughly enjoyed the task and became quite good at it. The guys at the shop originally were very skeptical but they soon learned to view her as what she truly was rather than a figure of gendered stereotypes; she was one badass mechanic.
After a few months of saving up every possible penny, she finally achieved what she had been after. It wasn’t anything too fancy but an all new shiny black Cruiser was hers at last, which she lovingly names Vagabond. After all what was the point in having a bike if you didn’t give it a cheesy name? Only then did Charlie realize her next dilemma; finding a place to store it was a completely different story. There was no way she could bring it home, being that Corrie was a cop and would never approve. But she couldn’t trust just anyone with the new love of her life. Luckily enough, it wasn’t a terribly difficult task to convince one of her coworkers to stow the bike within the shops when it wasn’t in use and was even kind enough to “grant” her night access to the garage.
Life was taking a great turn. As that weekend rolled around, the Freewheelers had their first meeting. Though.. It was less of a meeting and more of a rowdy tour around the slums of Gotham City. She had given her godparents the excuse of a last minute project that had to get done, meaning she would likely be at her friends’ apartment for a good portion of the night so that they wouldn’t have to worry. She was with her friends, only there was definitely no project involved. What started as a drive through the city then evolved into more of a mini heist sort of deal, each of them splitting up to take small hits on local jewelry and convenience stores. They were petty crimes and Lottie was partially ashamed, but it was the first time she’s felt such a rush in years. The adrenaline was addictive and soon she was participating without a care in the world. This continued on for a few weeks, and they’d actually managed to dodge the authorities for longer than they could have expected.
As could probably have been foretold, their luck had run out after that point and having a GCPD officer as a godmother came back to bite her in the butt. Charlotte had been swift with her work, pocketing a bag of chips and a couple of cheap bracelets without a problem. However, her partners were not quite so swift. As they were making their slow escape a box of skittles slipped out of her cohort’s hoodie pocket and easily alerted the store’s owner of their intent. They ran, of course, but they didn’t get very far. A blur of red and blue lights cornered them a few blocks up the road and they were in cuffs before they could even think about what was happening.
Let’s just say that Charlie will never forget the disappointed look on her godmother’s face when she came to retrieve her from the station’s cellblock. She really did feel awful that she had gotten involved in that sort of business but she felt worse about the fact that she got caught. Corrie made sure to have her partners’ parents contacted and waited for them to be released before she rounded on a very nervous goddaughter. As soon as they returned to the car, the tension could be cut with a knife. It started off in complete silence. Then, slowly, Charlotte tested the waters with some sly comment about how nice the station was. Of course that didn’t go well at all; the first reply she got was the dreaded “I am so disappointed in you.” That definitely hit like a ton of bricks. She even pulled out the topic of her parents and questioned what they would make of this news, which certainly shut her up.
In an attempt to catalyze a fresh new start, her godparents apparently took it upon themselves to hook her up with an internship at the G.C.P.D headquarters in which Corrie worked. They left the paperwork on her bed one night but refused to acknowledge that they had anything to do with it, but Charlie knew. It took a few days of thinking but she eventually decided it couldn’t hurt. At first, since people seemed to recognize her from her previous arrest, the officers sort of looked down upon her. She couldn’t blame them for distrusting her but it did get a bit frustrating while trying to get work done. But after a month of filing cases and running errands around the station, the job really grew on her. It even sparked an unexpectedly new interest in the study of law that would later play a big role in her life. Of course, she never actually quit her gang but she did stop involving herself in the crime-related aspects.
She stayed in this internship up to her highschool graduation, and by that point the employees grew very fond of her. They even found a way of granting her with her own paid position at the station doing more or less the same task while she figured out where she was going to go in life. Once again things were finally starting to look up. During her time away from school that year, she continued both jobs and took to saving up every penny. Between that cash, the money sent to her from her parents, and a bit of generous additions from her godparents, Charlotte finally decided that she wanted to attend Gotham University in the next year as a law major.
That was, of course, completely fine and dandy. However.. The huge change in her life was soon to come. As previously mentioned, the officers were becoming more and more comfortable with her. They started entrusting her with a wider variety of more important tasks. One in particular would lead her on a goose chase for Commissioner Gordon, who seemed to be nowhere in sight. She had an envelope for him, within it important documents to get signed, but no one seemed to be able to locate him. Though.. Charlie had some weird impulse that called her down to the archives. It was almost as if she knew he would be there. And sure enough, there he was. Only he was just standing there; standing there and staring at something in the corner of the room.
Upon closer examination, he seemed to be gazing at a glass case containing some weird sort of cowl. What it was doing there, she had no idea. It did feel in a way.. Familiar. She couldn’t put her finger on it but she’d seen that cowl before. Lottie had startled him as she walked up to get his attention, noting that he was quick to conceal the tear rolling down his cheek but opting to pretend she didn’t see. A man’s dignity is all he has, right? Handing him the sealed envelope, she took the chance to get a closer look at the costume. On a little gold plaque below it read the word “Batgirl” in neatly carved letters. Odd, but again strangely familiar. She was intrigued. And Gordon definitely seemed like the guy with the answers. Nonchalantly, she questioned him about the suit and what exactly the story behind it was, only she didn’t expect the crestfallen expression to come along with it.
The commissioner shared with her the story of Batgirl, a girl by the name of Barbara Gordon, coincidentally his daughter who mysteriously disappeared years back. She learned the tale of this bat-clad vigilante and immediately became enticed. It was an extremely emotional tale, though, and Gordon had to stop a few times to gather himself. Charlotte’s heart truly went out to him and she constantly found herself comforting the poor man. But this she also used this to her advantage. It was a dirty trick, she knew it, but she needed to get her hands on that costume and it was going to require finesse and some major sucking up.
“I’m really, terribly sorry for your loss, Commissioner. Barbara sounds like she was one really awesome daughter and one hell of a crime fighter.” She placed her hand comfortingly on his shoulder then, which he didn’t seem to question. “Your story has really touched me, and I’ve decided something. I want to make sure that all the work she’s put into Gotham doesn’t go to waste. I want to become Batgirl.” Of course he didn’t take that idea well at all, but there was no way she could give up now. A bit more convincing and she had him in the palm of her hand. It was an honest motion, she truly did admire what she heard about this previous Batgirl and did really want to give the Commissioner a bit of peace of mind; But on the other hand the whole vigilante-hero gig suited her fancy.
By the end of the encounter, she managed to finally convince the grieving father to part with his daughter’s legacy. The costume was hers, on the promise that she keeps it on the downlow. No one was to know of their conversation and no one definitely was to know about their deal, and Gordon would keep her secret. That night she immediately threw on the bits of the costume to complete the whole look. It almost felt like she was born to wear it. Everything fit and everything just felt so right. Standing at her windowsill and staring out at the city below, she knew one thing.
Batgirl was back.
[Relationship Information]
Friends: ○ Character Name as Url Link | Force They Belong To | Relationship Type Releationship Explanation
Enemies: ○ Character Name as Url Link | Force They Belong To | Relationship Type Releationship Explanation
Family: ○ Arline Rowe Buchanan | Neutral | Mother Charlie had a really close relationship with her mother from a young age, prior to the incident. As many mother-and-daughter relationships were, she would often run to her with any bits of minor childhood drama. Her mother was also the first person to fully accept and endorse her gender fluidity, which was a main source of the young Charlotte's strong self-image. All in all she felt like Arline was her closest companion in her adolescent years, as it wasn't easy to find someone so accepting and (almost) completely neutral towards whatever her daughter might come to consult with her about.
○ Malcolm Buchanan | Neutral | Father She was never particularly close to her father. From what she can remember from her youth, her father treated her with great care. But they never really formed that.. Parental bond. He mainly existed as that dad who mainly showed how he felt by buying her nice gifts. She never complained at the time, of course, but as it stands she wished she would have gotten to know him a bit more.
○ Corrie Abrams | Good | Godmother / Legal Guardian Charlotte hadn't really liked her godparents at first. Mainly due to her trust issues and fear of allowing parental figures close to her, but Corrie also had a certain authoritative air about her that clashed with Lottie's individuality. She did learn to become more comfortable with her after time went by and even took to joking around with her often. Although she would never admit it outwardly, she is also extremely thankful for her godmother's push towards getting involved with the ways of the law.
○ Felix Abrams | Neutral | Godfather / Legal Guardian Her relationship with Felix is pretty average, they get along very well! He has a tendency to be able to tell when things are wrong and will make sure to engage in little acts of kindness towards Charlotte that she never fails to smile at. One night of sulking, after finding out she'd flunked a test she was extremely confident about, she came out to find a fresh plate of cookies and warm milk sitting outside the door of her bedroom. The next morning she had made sure to thank him, and he made an equal effort towards pretending he had no idea what she was talking about.
Romantic Relationships: ○ Character Name as Url Link | Force They Belong To | Relationship Type Releationship Explanation
[Weapon Information]
○ Utility Belt: Although it is a seemingly harmless fashion statement, this belt contains all of the weapons she needs while on patrol. It serves as an easy way to carry around the items that would usually be inconvenient to have on your person. As a bonus, it makes for a sweet phone and wallet holder.
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⊹Batarangs: They are sharp, bat-shaped throwing weapons that allow for a quick and non-lethal attack. ⊹Batrope/Grappling Gun: Concealed within the belt, it is a tool used to scale buildings and make fast escapes. ⊹Smoke Pellets: Small capsules of non-lethal and non harmful gas and smoke used to, again, make quick escapes or sneak by undetected before it clears out.
○ Cowl Lenses: She doesn't exactly know how to use it, but the original cowl she got from Gordon has this feature. It is activated by a button in the cowl, which causes a visor of lenses to cover the eyes of her mask.
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⊹Clear Lens: As it sounds, it represents her normal sense of vision. ⊹Telescopic-Vision Lens: This allows her to zoom in and out of objects as far away as 100 feet from her current position and make lookout duty a heck of lot easier. ⊹Microscopic-Vision Lens: A bit like the previous lens, it allows her to get an extreme up close view of things such as evidence (DNA samples and things of that nature), and allow for analysis. ⊹Thermal Lens: This lens is used to seek out sources of heat and/or colder areas in order to better navigate in the dark and detect possible hidden enemies.
[Ability Information]
○ Martial Arts: She never exactly had time for proper training, but she'd say she picked it up pretty fast from the few classes she took prior to donning the cowl. She knows dabs of Judo, Muay Thai, and Jiu-Jitsu, but she's the most well versed in the self-defense techniques involved with Karate. This doubles as a good use in civilian mode as well due to just how unsafe the streets of Gotham can be on your own. You almost HAVE to have some defensive background to survive out in the big world.
○ Stealth: As one of the Bats have to be, she knows her ways around the shadows. She uses fluid body motions to sneak about to find the right angles to attack from, while continuing to scope out the situation. This becomes especially useful when working without a partner, where she's responsible for every aspect of the mission at hand. When she has the safeguard of other people on the job, she is still on alert, but it takes a bit of pressure out of the situation as there is someone to watch her back.
○ Brute Strength: Not a very complicated nor very special ability, as it is just as it sounds. Charlie is able to take out a thug with just her fists before their annoying little lackeys even have the chance to think about reacting. This she uses further to her advantage because the typical bigoted minds of these men don't expect her to fight back with such force, so she can play it up until the last moment.
[Weakness Information]
○ To Heck with Analysis: Strength being her strong suit, she has a hard time making complete analysis of crime scenes and the like. While she can make note of small things and map out a basic idea of things, she leaves the big jobs to those with an eye for those things whenever possible.
○ Only Human: Naturally, she possesses the normal human restrictions that come along with having a strict lack of powers. Overexertion, fatigue, and limited mobility are all just small pieces of the awful puzzle.
○ Hidden Away: Because of what happened in her past, though she does her best to pretend it isn't true and that she isn't all that bothered, she has minor trust issues and a strong inability to share her true emotions towards things. Because of this, she seems kind of shallow and extremely irresponsible, but it silently eats her up inside.
Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 8:22 pm
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Charlie's BG Posting Format;;
Courtesy of the lovely Achi ♥
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Charlie's Civilian Posting Format;; Currently being constructed !
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As ɪs ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɢᴜɪʟᴅ ғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛs ᴏɴʟʏ sᴏ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇғᴜʟ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇғʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ɪɴᴛᴇʀғᴇʀɪɴɢ!
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