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2012-01-13 11:50PLAYER INFO:
Name: Dorian
Preferred pronoun: He/him/his
Preferred means of contact: Gmail chat which works with AIM! I dunno if AIMers can add gchat people but I can certainly add you if not. It's dorian.jensen.harper@gmail.com anyways (and I might get an AIM account specifically for the character in which case I will let people know)
Any other characters currently in-game? Noo
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Barbara Gordon
Gender: Woman
Source: DC Comics
Canon point: Between the first two volumes of Birds of Prey—I know nothing about what went down in Blackest Night/Brightest Day, so let's say shortly before that.
Age: 33
Colour: #79a869
Chumhandle: delphineInformant
History: This section of the wikipedia article is a good summation. The most important features are that she was Batgirl, retired, was shot and paralyzed by the Joker as a means of getting at her father, then went through a period of fairly severe depression before finding new purpose as Oracle, applying her computer skills and eidetic memory in a constructive way.
Personality: Oracle's origin story was subtitled “Born of Hope” and that's really key to her character overall, in many ways. She is determined, and while she's faced many a setback—some of them quite devastating—she plans to go the distance. She has been, in addition to a costumed hero, a librarian and a senator, and it was her drive as well as her commitment to knowledge and to helping people that got her there. She's fiercely independent, far preferring to help others than to be helped herself—there are no handles on her wheelchair, because she is not the type to be pushed. She also refuses to back down.
Overall she is a stubborn, opinionated, occasionally condescending (though she tries very hard not to be) person, but one with a very deep drive to keep moving forward and be the best person she can be—as well as help others to do the same. She's also a big fan of taking shortcuts, though never at the cost of quality—she'd never rush something to its detriment, but if there's an easy way to do something that won't negatively impact the results, she'll probably take it. At least with small things. The important stuff she'll take the time to do properly.
Abilities & physical limitations: Her most obvious physical limitation is the fact that yes, she is a wheelchair user, and uses a manual one. She is strong enough and her chair light enough that she unlike many can perhaps get over one step (though people who try to claim one-step places are accessible still deeply aggravate her), but more than that is a no go. Other than that she is extremely physically fit, having in particular (unsurprisingly) extremely good upper-body strength. She is trained in escrima, a Filipino martial art that emphasizes improvised weaponry and hand-to-hand combat, and she keeps a pair of escrima sticks with her wheelchair. She also is extremely intelligent, gifted with computers, and has an eidetic memory.
Appearance: http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUvGiaXzudadh6Vx2VZUHJbb2Siswz2XwSoraJCQWSxZxlqDEWhmE0OqonRg
She wears streetclothes, mostly. A sort of business-casual look. Pants most of the time, if only to show that she can. Her chair, as mentioned above, has no handles, and no armrests either—it's there to be functional for her, the occupant, and those would only get in the way.
Notable AU differences from canon, if applicable: N/A
Strife Specibus: stickkind and fistkind
Prototyping: Her stuffed Batgirl doll and, post-entry, her PDA (once she realized the practical possibilities inherent in this option)
Title: Sylph of Will
In-game abilities: None she's yet aware of
Planet: Land of Lore and Circuits. Featuring vast electronic libraries, stored in circuitboards and mainframes the size of buildings. Millions upon millions of words of knowledge all bound up in glimmering electronics.
Of course none of it works right now because the eternal rain that began when Charybdis arrived has rusted everything to hell and back, and in those areas the electricity still works there is some seriously alarming lightning arcing off the monoliths. The consorts, deep purple foxes, are highly distressed by this state of affairs.
WRITING SAMPLE:
JOURNAL ENTRY: 12.25.20XX
Another Christmas come and gone. It went well, by Gordon standards—neither dad nor I suddenly called away from dinner in favor of crime fighting (legal or otherwise). Not sure the last time that happened, and it's a refreshing change. I mean I have a bunch of coding to get done for Bruce's latest project (and what the hell is “Internet 3.0” even supposed to mean? But I guess that's why I'm just the tech jock and not the billionaire businessman), and dad has some routine things to go over at the precinct, but nothing was pressing enough to interrupt our spending some time together.
And it was a nice time, don't get me wrong. If I sound like I'm hammering that point home a little too vehemently, that's not inaccurate—Christmas is difficult for us in a lot of ways. Sarah's absence, even all these years later, hurts. I know dad thinks more about her this time of year—when the snow starts falling he gets so much quieter, and it pretty much just escalates until, well, tonight. The family dinners ring a little hollow with just the two of us, but we're well aware she wouldn't have wanted us to give up the tradition, any more than I would have if, well, the Joker had got me.
Sometimes I wonder whether he'd have left dad alone if I'd died the night he put me in this chair, but that's obviously a totally nonproductive line of thought. And knowing who we're talking about, a totally inaccurate one.
Wow, Barbara, way to be a downer. I'll just take this opportunity to note that despite getting a little melancholy this time of year, both dad and myself are holding up pretty well. And he's at least had the good sense to stop bringing up the “cure” thing. He started mentioning it again after Sarah was gone—always very casually, he never even really said the word. If I had to play armchair analyst I'd guess I was kinda reminding him of what Joker could do, what with my wheels and all. That's the only reason I can think of for him returning to that well after I thought we'd settled the issue.
Fortunately apart from one very brief and very pointed look when I was getting into his house (the ramp is lousy to navigate with snow—I definitely prefer the clocktower, where I have elevators, but something about my setup, he argues, is not very festive. And that's fair—I guess all the tech gear is kind of imposing if you aren't used to it), he didn't bring it up at all today. Maybe we've finally put an end to that.
I sure hope so anyway.
Anyway, it's getting late, and since I apparently have to invent an entirely new internet for Wayne Industries, I had probably better put down the journal for the night. It's just as well—this entry took a turn for the maudlin that I wasn't really expecting, though, again, I'm taking the liberty of blaming the season for it.
Happy holidays, me.
Oracle out.
Name: Dorian
Preferred pronoun: He/him/his
Preferred means of contact: Gmail chat which works with AIM! I dunno if AIMers can add gchat people but I can certainly add you if not. It's dorian.jensen.harper@gmail.com anyways (and I might get an AIM account specifically for the character in which case I will let people know)
Any other characters currently in-game? Noo
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Barbara Gordon
Gender: Woman
Source: DC Comics
Canon point: Between the first two volumes of Birds of Prey—I know nothing about what went down in Blackest Night/Brightest Day, so let's say shortly before that.
Age: 33
Colour: #79a869
Chumhandle: delphineInformant
History: This section of the wikipedia article is a good summation. The most important features are that she was Batgirl, retired, was shot and paralyzed by the Joker as a means of getting at her father, then went through a period of fairly severe depression before finding new purpose as Oracle, applying her computer skills and eidetic memory in a constructive way.
Personality: Oracle's origin story was subtitled “Born of Hope” and that's really key to her character overall, in many ways. She is determined, and while she's faced many a setback—some of them quite devastating—she plans to go the distance. She has been, in addition to a costumed hero, a librarian and a senator, and it was her drive as well as her commitment to knowledge and to helping people that got her there. She's fiercely independent, far preferring to help others than to be helped herself—there are no handles on her wheelchair, because she is not the type to be pushed. She also refuses to back down.
Overall she is a stubborn, opinionated, occasionally condescending (though she tries very hard not to be) person, but one with a very deep drive to keep moving forward and be the best person she can be—as well as help others to do the same. She's also a big fan of taking shortcuts, though never at the cost of quality—she'd never rush something to its detriment, but if there's an easy way to do something that won't negatively impact the results, she'll probably take it. At least with small things. The important stuff she'll take the time to do properly.
Abilities & physical limitations: Her most obvious physical limitation is the fact that yes, she is a wheelchair user, and uses a manual one. She is strong enough and her chair light enough that she unlike many can perhaps get over one step (though people who try to claim one-step places are accessible still deeply aggravate her), but more than that is a no go. Other than that she is extremely physically fit, having in particular (unsurprisingly) extremely good upper-body strength. She is trained in escrima, a Filipino martial art that emphasizes improvised weaponry and hand-to-hand combat, and she keeps a pair of escrima sticks with her wheelchair. She also is extremely intelligent, gifted with computers, and has an eidetic memory.
Appearance: http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUvGiaXzudadh6Vx2VZUHJbb2Siswz2XwSoraJCQWSxZxlqDEWhmE0OqonRg
She wears streetclothes, mostly. A sort of business-casual look. Pants most of the time, if only to show that she can. Her chair, as mentioned above, has no handles, and no armrests either—it's there to be functional for her, the occupant, and those would only get in the way.
Notable AU differences from canon, if applicable: N/A
Strife Specibus: stickkind and fistkind
Prototyping: Her stuffed Batgirl doll and, post-entry, her PDA (once she realized the practical possibilities inherent in this option)
Title: Sylph of Will
In-game abilities: None she's yet aware of
Planet: Land of Lore and Circuits. Featuring vast electronic libraries, stored in circuitboards and mainframes the size of buildings. Millions upon millions of words of knowledge all bound up in glimmering electronics.
Of course none of it works right now because the eternal rain that began when Charybdis arrived has rusted everything to hell and back, and in those areas the electricity still works there is some seriously alarming lightning arcing off the monoliths. The consorts, deep purple foxes, are highly distressed by this state of affairs.
WRITING SAMPLE:
JOURNAL ENTRY: 12.25.20XX
Another Christmas come and gone. It went well, by Gordon standards—neither dad nor I suddenly called away from dinner in favor of crime fighting (legal or otherwise). Not sure the last time that happened, and it's a refreshing change. I mean I have a bunch of coding to get done for Bruce's latest project (and what the hell is “Internet 3.0” even supposed to mean? But I guess that's why I'm just the tech jock and not the billionaire businessman), and dad has some routine things to go over at the precinct, but nothing was pressing enough to interrupt our spending some time together.
And it was a nice time, don't get me wrong. If I sound like I'm hammering that point home a little too vehemently, that's not inaccurate—Christmas is difficult for us in a lot of ways. Sarah's absence, even all these years later, hurts. I know dad thinks more about her this time of year—when the snow starts falling he gets so much quieter, and it pretty much just escalates until, well, tonight. The family dinners ring a little hollow with just the two of us, but we're well aware she wouldn't have wanted us to give up the tradition, any more than I would have if, well, the Joker had got me.
Sometimes I wonder whether he'd have left dad alone if I'd died the night he put me in this chair, but that's obviously a totally nonproductive line of thought. And knowing who we're talking about, a totally inaccurate one.
Wow, Barbara, way to be a downer. I'll just take this opportunity to note that despite getting a little melancholy this time of year, both dad and myself are holding up pretty well. And he's at least had the good sense to stop bringing up the “cure” thing. He started mentioning it again after Sarah was gone—always very casually, he never even really said the word. If I had to play armchair analyst I'd guess I was kinda reminding him of what Joker could do, what with my wheels and all. That's the only reason I can think of for him returning to that well after I thought we'd settled the issue.
Fortunately apart from one very brief and very pointed look when I was getting into his house (the ramp is lousy to navigate with snow—I definitely prefer the clocktower, where I have elevators, but something about my setup, he argues, is not very festive. And that's fair—I guess all the tech gear is kind of imposing if you aren't used to it), he didn't bring it up at all today. Maybe we've finally put an end to that.
I sure hope so anyway.
Anyway, it's getting late, and since I apparently have to invent an entirely new internet for Wayne Industries, I had probably better put down the journal for the night. It's just as well—this entry took a turn for the maudlin that I wasn't really expecting, though, again, I'm taking the liberty of blaming the season for it.
Happy holidays, me.
Oracle out.
