Post by Darcy Leone on Aug 16, 2010 0:55:13 GMT -5
(Bruce Wayne)
is the name, nice to meet you too.
is the name, nice to meet you too.
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[/color][/font]SAY WE MET AT THE BAR ,
WHEN I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE.[/color][/font]
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SO, WHATS YOUR NAME?[/COLOR]
My name is Bruce Wayne. Says enough doesn't it?
GOT ANY NICKNAMES?[/COLOR]
Oh God... I lost count of the names. Gotham's Prince. The Dark Knight. Just throwing a few out there for you.
THANKS. JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?[/COLOR]
30
JUST TO MAKE SURE – MALE OR FEMALE?[/COLOR]
Male.
EXCELLENT. WHAT WAY DO YOU SWING?[/COLOR]
If you must know, I'm straight and single. Definately not looking to all of you paprazzi, who like to gossip about my secretive lifestyle.
WAIT A MINUTE – YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE?[/COLOR]
Someone told me I looked like a Christian Bale. I guess I see it.
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[/color][/font]COME ON AND FLY WITH ME ,
AS WE MAKE OUR GREAT ESCAPE.[/color][/font]
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I HEAR YOU'RE TEACHING. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING AT SOUTH HIGH?[/COLOR]
Oh me? Oh no no no. I don't work well with the kids. They- you know... Cramp my style. I like to fund this school in particular because it takes care of those with special needs if you get what I mean. It fascinates me.
SURE, SURE. AND WHAT SUBJECT DO YOU TEACH?[/COLOR]
If you must know, I'm the Superintendant.
UH HUH. YOU LIKE IT THERE?[/COLOR]
Wouldn't know. I like to check up on it here and there when I have time.
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[/color][/font]NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS TYPICAL ,
NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS PREDICTABLE.[/color][/font]
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JUST WONDERING – IS THIS HOW YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE MOST OF THE TIME?[/COLOR]
Brown and as you can see in this interview, brushed back.
THEY SAY THE EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL. TELL ME ABOUT YOURS.[/COLOR]
*Takes off sunglasses and smirks* You sure you're a reporter? I'm sorry, but I'm not into Vogue.
AH. SO WHAT WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOUR BODY BUILD TO BE?[/COLOR]
I like to be physically fit and toned.
GREAT. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONAL STYLE?[/COLOR]
I always dress in the height of fashion, start lavish parties for Gotham's royalty and special guests to indulge in. I also like to participate in some extracurricular activities to - in a way- satiate my hunger for excitement.
I SEE. ANY DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?[/COLOR]
Nah. *rubs bruised shoulder*
WHAT, IN YOUR OPINION, WOULD PEOPLE THINK OF YOU AT FIRST SIGHT?[/COLOR]
You know, Jim is it? I don't care what people think of me at any sight. I'm a billionare. I like to show my money off.
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[/color][/font]I'M THE PRESS CONFERENCE ,
YOU'RE A CONVERSATION.[/color][/font]
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YOU'RE DOING GREAT. NOW TELL ME ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU LIKE.[/COLOR]
1. Knowledge.
2. Helping Gotham in any way possible.
3. Martial arts.
4. Fast cars.
5. Science and Business.
MHM. WHAT ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE?[/COLOR]
1. Men who overindulge in anything abusive. Money, sex and power alike.
2. Criminals.
3. Reporters like you. Sorry, I have to be honest.
4.'Friends' of Wayne Enterprise who look for a business deal or money.
5. Bats. Ugh. Terrified of bats.
GREAT. NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT.[/COLOR]
*On record*
1. Excellent Golfer
2. Being a playboy
3. Throwing parties
4. Keeping Wayne Enterprise in line
5. Charitable donations, such as the South Highschool Project.
*Off record*
1. Master MMA Fighter
2. Scientist, with an extensive knowledge of various toxins, poisons, tricks and explosives.
3. Master tactician
4. Detective
5. Gotham's Savior
NOW YOUR WEAKNESSES. I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING SO LONG.[/COLOR]
1. Human
2. The Batman is a self sacraficing figure. He isn't a superhero any more than he's an idea. An idea to stand up to tyranny and corruption in a seemingly doomed city. His ultimate goal is to protect all of Gotham. If necissary, through self sacrafice.
YEAH..DO YOU HAVE ANY GOALS THAT YOU WISH TO ACCOMPLISH?[/COLOR]
I love this city. As I stated earlier, there's nothing I wouldn't do to give it a fighting chance.
MMM..WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
1. Bats.
2. Losing control.
HAVE ANY HABITS OR QUIRKS? DON'T WORRY, I HAVE TOO.[/COLOR]
I groom myself too much. I guess another habit of mine, is my body takes up a lot of abuse from my extracurricular activities. Wish I could do something about that.
EVERYONE HAS DEEP DARK SECRETS, RIGHT? YOURS? DON'T WORRY, I WON'T TELL A SOUL.[/COLOR]
Okay. Okay. You ready? I'm... THE BATMAN! Ahahaha! I know, I know. Me. Psshh. The Batman. I guess one of my darkest secrets would have to be.......
COULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN ONE WORD?[/COLOR]
Perceptive.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF, OVERALL.[/COLOR]
I'll sum it out in three sentences because I have a meeting I'm late for, no thanks to you. I like to throw parties. I like money. And I love the city I was raised in more than anything.
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[/color][/font]PUT ON A SHOW ,
I WANNA SEE HOW YOU LOSE CONTROL.[/color][/font]
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DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?[/COLOR]
Nope.
DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN?[/COLOR]
No.
LOVELY. MANY PEOPLE HAVE PETS – DO YOU?[/COLOR]
Come on now. Pets? No.
FASCINATING. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND MY ASKING, BUT WHAT'S YOUR BACKGROUND?[/COLOR]
I'm whiter than sour cream... Like that Wierd Al song.
WELL, ALMOST DONE. BUT WHERE DO YOU LIVE APART FROM HERE?[/COLOR]
A penthouse suite! Gotham Manor is being rennovated for the time being.
DO, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. DON'T WORRY, THIS IS THE LAST THING THAT I WILL BE ASKING.[/COLOR]
Bruce Wayne was born into one of the most prominent families in Gotham at the time. Thomas Wayne was the CEO of Wayne Enterprise, a massive fortune 500 company that almost went bankrupt trying to save Gotham after an economic terrorist attack. The terrorists at the time were unknown, as were their motives. Soon after the incident, Gotham rebuilt and so did Thomas Wayne’s company. For fear of another incident, his company officers advised Thomas to let them take care of the company’s finances. They made it seem like a favor, because Thomas would have more time to raise his newborn son and his trust fund wouldn’t be tampered with.
Bruce grew up with his parents always there to nurture and care for him. The boy had a wild side, and Thomas made a point to Bruce’s mother to let him unleash it by playing outside. Bruce’s first real friend was one of the servant’s daughters. Her name was Rachael Dawes. They played all sorts of games, including Hide and Go Seek.
One day, they were playing and Rachael found what looked to be an arrowhead. Bruce snatched it from her hand jokingly and ran away. She chased him until the ground collapsed from under Bruce. He was in a dark cave with only the sun’s light enclosed on his body. He called out for help. Little did he know that it was a bat cave, and in those five minutes did Bruce experience his first and greatest fear.
About a week later, Thomas decided to take his wife and son to Gotham’s Opera house to experience the arts. It was an occasion that all the family enjoyed and in a way, bonding time. As they watched the bat dancers move and twirl in ribbons on stage, Bruce wanted out. It reminded him of his greatest fear. It was his first act of cowardice. Thomas took them both outside through the backdoor of the Opera House. It was there that a man aimed a gun at the three, demanding money. Things soon went haywire, and Bruce Wayne ended up watching his parents die in a pool of blood. His second greatest fear.
Bruce grew from then on under the care of his father figure and butler, Alfred Pennyworth. He wanted revenge for the deaths of his parents. As soon as the killer was released from prison, he planned on getting it. He felt this deep hatred for the man. This primal fear that he kept locked up over the course of about 18 years. In his hand was a .38 revolver his father kept locked away for self defense. When he came to the Gotham Courthouse, fate had other plans in mind for our wannabe killer. Someone else assassinated the killer leaving Bruce in a state of anger and confusion.
Now with nowhere to go, Bruce decided in a spur of the moment choice, to board a train traveling out of country to explore the world of criminals. To have a better understanding of them, and bring him one step closer to understanding his calling and whatever it was. One day, he was arrested by Malaysian authorities for smuggling illegal goods into the country. A man by the name of Miley Ducard sprung him out of prison with the choice of either going home, or picking a blue flower and climbing a mountain to find special training and answers. He found this special blue flower and chose the second choice.
Upon reaching his destination, Bruce was exhausted. He asked Miley Ducard and the leader of this unknown group, Ra’s Al Ghul if he could rest before training. It ended terribly, with Bruce getting the crap kicked out of him by Ducard. After months of training with this ‘League of Shadows’, Bruce found much clarity in this assassin like organization. They had a motive of stopping any and all criminals. Perhaps it was his path.
After proving his worth to the ninja organization, Bruce was handed a sword and told by Miley Ducard and Ra’s Al Ghul to deliver true justice to a criminal who killed and raped the innocent. Bruce realized soon after that the motive of the League didn’t matter. It was how they went about their motives that crossed the line between right and wrong. Bruce defeated The League of Shadows single handedly and escaped with the man who saved his life in the beginning. Despite his evil intentions, Bruce gave Ducard a chance to change his ways.
Now returning to Gotham, Bruce has been to hell and back, has had an understanding of true fear and how to embrace it and has the skills needed to stop evil men. Over the past couple of years, he’s lost so much. Friends like Rachael and Harvey Dent were destroyed by enemies like the Joker. Ra’s Al Ghul who turned out to really be Miley Ducard failed in his attempt to destroy Gotham. The cost of it was about a hundred or more lives. Bruce Wayne now stands for what everyone should believe in. Justice and a fighting chance.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.[/COLOR]
Sure.
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[/color][/font]I'M GIVING UP SLOWLY ,
I'M BLENDING IN SO YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW ME.[/color][/font]
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Hey hey hey, my name is Mitch[/COLOR],
and I am 17 years old. I
am of the male species. I have
been roleplaying for about 3 years I think
now. My other characters here are N/A
Anyways, I have a couple of things to say:
For those who don't know me, I'm Mitch. I'm a veteran here and a full time college/high school student. I plan on graduating with a Criminal Justice degree next year..
So...bye! See you guys around.
Oh, and this is my rp sample:
Gotham City Docks, the cold winter air cut through the dark night. The smell of the sea harbor drifting around the area as a slight mist fogged the Dock grounds. It seemed as if no one inhabited the place, but the Dark Knight knew better. Out on his usual prowl, the man of the night gazed down at the hazy scene beneath him, perched atop a tall metal crane. Thanks to the mist, he wasn't very visible, however, if one should look too hard, they would become suspicious of the over sized black figure that was positioned atop the large metal object. Fortunately however, the criminals of Gotham weren't very engorged in their surroundings, so Batman had no worries. For now.
Gordon said there was some exchange going on at the Docks tonight. Strange thing is, I've been out here for the last 30 minutes, and the crooks seem to be late. Either Gordon has the wrong day, or I've got the wrong time.
His eyes darted around looking for any signs of movement. Thunder rolled in the distance, and he looked up at the sky to see a bright streak cut across it's surface, illuminating it for a moment, and then returning it to utter darkness.
His gaze also returned to the area below him, the thought of missing something in that short span of mind itched at the back of his mind. He however ignored it, and continued to stare into the darkness.
Unless of course it was a false tip off, then somewhere else in Gotham, something is happening. I've been in these situations before, no doubt I would recognize a false call when I see one. Tardiness, absolutely no members of the call at the arrival spot. This is a set up.
Batman stood up almost instantly, his body and mind both aching to leave and at the same time hesitating to make any movement. Something in his gut told him to stay, but his mind was screaming to him to get a move on. For all he knew, someone was in danger. Then again, what did he know?
I'll start looking.
Reeling down the crane, the Dark Knight, swiftly made his way down the dock grounds, making sure to stay in the darkness and use every object to his advantage as he played hide and seek with an unknown individual. The sea air wafted into his nose, and he listened as a boat blew it's horn, combine with the sound of the waves ramming themselves into the docks.
Any other sounds were either too low for the Dark Knight to hear, or were just nonexistent. Running quickly across the concrete pavement, the Dark Knight ran with great ease, not shorting out on his breathe, or feeling in anyway, fatigued. Rushing quickly, the Dark Knight heard a sound emit from a dock warehouse. Turning his head in that direction, he jumped into he air, landing atop a metal crate and running across it's metallic surface.
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip
The slight sound emitted from his boots as he ran across the top, making way for the dock warehouse. Listening closely, he neared it at an uncanny speed. Slowing down, the Dark Knight reached the edge of the long metal crate, pushed off the tip, and with great acrobatic ability leaped off the edge and towards the ceiling of the dock warehouse.
As he neared, a distinct sound caught his attention, and for a moment, the world froze around him. The only thing that was evident was the sound, and his moving body.
[red]Beep - - - Beep --- Beep -- - - - - - Beeeeep[/red]
Shit!
The Dark Knight thought to himself, his eyes opening wide as he heard the final long beep. Not able to stop himself from his current forward motion, the Dark Knight plunged towards the dock before him, right into a fiery explosion. Taking his cape, he wrapped it around his body as to protect himself from the explosion. Feeling the flames lick at him, along with a few pieces of debris, the dark Knight felt the tremendous aftershock of the explosion, and was thrown back into the air. Feeling himself fly throughout the empty space, he curled his body slightly, and finally felt himself slam onto the ground.
Grunting, Batman rolled across the sharp surface, until finally he stopped. Flipping the dark cape off him, he rose from the ground, his back rounded as he glared into the distance. The enflamed warehouse before him seemed to be broken up into, god knows how many pieces, feeling blood roll down under his cowl, he grimaced, keeping his position as he studied the area.
Did someone intend to just... kill me?
He asked himself as he staggered slightly, still shaken from the fall. Looking around darkly, his gaze seemed to cover almost every nook and cranny of the dock. Breathing in and out heavily, he blocked out the sound of the crackling flames, and the warehouse as it broke down. Clenching his fists, he listened as static erupted in his ear. Placing his finger on the ear of his cowl, he looked around cautiously as he tried to get a clear signal.
should have a clear service out here. And there's no way that the explosion could have damaged it... Who is trying to contact me?
The Dark Knight waited for the static to subside and a voice to replace it. He was hoping that it would then link to the perpertrators of the crime. Glancing around, Batman waited in dry anticipation as the flames before him caused his shadow to curl along the docks. The menacing figure of a bat streaked the surface as he waited, towered over the ground, for a sign to call out to him.
