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Full Name: Timothy Jackson Drake
Code Name: Robin
Age: 18
Date of Birth: July 19th
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Alliance: Free lance hero
Citizenship: DC
Canon or Original?: Canon





Hair: Short, dark brown that appears black when not in direct light.
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5"8
Weight: 145lbs
Distinguishing Marks: None that truly stand out, in all honesty, however it'd be near impossible not to gain a few scrapes and scars here and there from several year's worth of being Robin

Appearance: Standing at a slightly-below-average height of 5"8, he is also of a generally average build of a male in his late teens. Having trained with Batman and the first Robin for a considerable amount of time he has, as naturally expected,
developed an acceptably lean, muscular figure that isn't exacttly common amongst his male peers (of bis age bracket), however is not overly so in the sense that he's not "ripped," or so to speak, but is not quite "weedy" either. In terms of clothing, when not using the identity of Robin, he dresses much like any other average teenager, in simple jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt and for the most part does very little to cause him to stand out amongst others. He does, however, like to keep his appearance crisp and clean, and so is very rarely seen with stained or dirt smudged clothing that is in desperate need of a wash, in contrast to the typical boy of his age, or with hair that hangs in his eyes.

Face Claim: Joseph Gordon Levitt





Likes:

-Sandwiches. Seriously. Half of his diet consists of sandwiches.
-Greasy/unhealthy/"gross" foods, as a general rule.
-Coffee
-Video games
-Reading

Dislikes:

-Free form jazz
-Unnecessary violence
-Horror movies
-Those little problem-solving "puzzles" you get in newspapers
-The general misuse of any form of power

Personality :

For all intensive purposes he's an irritatingly serious and generally well-spoken person, to say the least. He very successfully seems able to be the most polite thing alive, whilst simultaneously being rather sarcastic, to the extent of verging on, cynical yet selfless figure. Undoubtedly, he's full of such contradictions despite his best efforts of hiding the fact, for example Tim would generally act in a pleasant manner towards most, despite his serious, occasionally even seemingly withdrawn demeanor appearing to be pleasant enough, however around those 'old friends,' as he'd refer to them, and those who have given him reason to treat otherwise, he would often when in their presence choose to act in an all but exceedingly cold and aloof manner. As well as distancing himself from these such 'old friends,' he prefers to avoid making new ones also, albeit due to his frankly verging on reclusive nature, the fact that he's far from being at all open about any matter concerning himself or simply due to his current migratory lifestyle.

He, as opposed to Dick, has a subtle sense of humor which is actually unintentional most of the time, but like Dick, he can be rather cheeky and sarcastic during downtime with his friends.

He seems to have the ability to remain calm and somewhat above the shenanigans going on around him, simply rejecting it from existence where possible, and if not intervening to avoid further disruption. This could to some people be interpreted as if he has a stick up his ass at times though, which in effect could potentially put people off wanting to be particularly close to him, which admittedly he's perfectly happy with. The prior fact tends to lead to him as being seemingly lonely, a fact he's liable to vehemently deny no matter what it is that you do or say. More than anything he's likely to say that he rather likes being alone at times, thank you very much, and that a 'man' can in fact find a great deal of peace in those times of quiet bliss that don't involve running around in tights. As a whole he does manage to maintain this view, making it rather believable to most, or rather this is true as far as Tim is concerned.

The main glip in his personality would be the fact he has a tendency to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, whether he feels that there are others around him willing to share said weight or not, as he seems to have developed an overabundance of guilt over time, holding himself responsible for a great number of events, despite the fact that they may have been completely out of his control.

If something bothers him that he has no way at all to deal with he's liable to brood about it for an increased amount of time, or if all else fails convince himself he doesn't feel that way, often times managing to switch it around to find himself, if only loosely, accountable in the sense that he'll state that there must've been something that he could have, but failed to do about it.

Tim has a more-than-sharp mind, and is thus more than capable of picking something apart should he need to do so. This is very much the side of him that was, or rather is 'The Boy Wonder,' and whilst it's not something to be feared as such, such a trait does make him rather dangerous when he wants to be. As a superhero in his own right he's shown many a tactical ability and in a less common ground this is something seen through those rather rarely scathing comments, and sarcastic quips. Often what he says is rather witty, and can put the victim of such into the awkward position of not really knowing what to say. That or he ends up with his ass kicked for it.

Tim as a whole is a rather melancholic young man. He tends to dwell on things long since past, letting them dig at him time and time again. This can leave him seeming to be a rather depressive character, almost pitiful at times, and indeed on occasion this could be said. Such a side of him is very usually reserved for times where he's in the privacy of his own home, thus not so many have to see it, although this tends not to work out too well for him and so it's all but common knowledge to those close to him. Due to this he's usually able to maintain the more domineering persona for those he's simply beyond being on friendly terms with to see, making him seem more like a cold-hearted and if humanly possible, even more reserved individual than could be necessarily true. As a whole this doesn't seem to bother him. More than anything he seems to appreciate the fact, using it as a scarily effective barrier to keep said people away from him where possible.

Under it all he does have a heart, it's simply that he never wears it on his sleeve. When you get past the ever-polite, yet at times bordering on cynical comments he's a pretty decent guy at the end of the day, being whatever tiny part of his well adjusted childhood he still has in him at heart. The thing is it's simply a long haul to get him to show such a thing freely; indeed, such a thing's happened perhaps only once or twice, as various later events (for example the deaths of his parents) have caused his personality to change quite drastically over time, and so such carefree behavior is all but near-impossible for him to accurately pass off. His occasional aloofness around those he gravely dislikes is an utterly terrific guise for this whole thing, his obsessiveness on certain subjects leading him to cover everything up, or rather to the best of his abilities, which tends to considerably exceed that of most. At the end of the day he finds this easier than being a broken hearted sap. He would much rather sooner withdraw himself from a person's company than to accept their help or friendship, if such a friendship had not yet been formed, not due to the fact that he is unwilling, as such, to form a new friendship but he is merely wary of those people who may doubt his abilities in some shape or form, not possessing the natural confidence that Dick Grayson (for example) showed, and so generally takes what friends tell him to heart. Not that he'd ever admit to it, of course. In a way you could call him rather weak for such a thing; he is after all taking the easy way out on the matter by appearing to distance himself from those certain individuals. However, after a lifetime, basically, of getting screwed over by people it's easy to see why he may do such a thing. Although Tim is reserved and lacks confidence, he has a fierceness to him that shows especially when he's fighting crime or making difficult decisions. He will do anything to protect those around him, even random civilians, and he has a strong will to always do the right thing, as opposed to what he feels like doing.





Powers:

As awesome as it would be t say otherwise, he is, admittedly, only human, and so possesses no supernatural ability whatsoever.


Weapons

As Robin, Tim uses "R" shurikens, Batarangs, extendible staff given to him by Lady Shiva. He also often uses a sling.

Strengths/Abilities:

-Tim Drake was a promising young detective prior to his even meeting Batman, He was able to deduce that Batman, the previous Robin, and Nightwing were Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, and Dick Grayson.

-Genius-Level Intellect: Tim's naturally high intellect allows him to excel in computer science and more importantly as a skilled detective. Furthermore, Tim apparently has a firm grasp of assorted scientific techniques including biology, engineering and genetics. Batman has trained him in many disciplines, such as martial arts, forensic science, criminology, acrobatics, stealth, disguise, and escapology.

-Tim was inspired to study hard by the original Robin, Dick Grayson, in hopes that maybe just one day he could be like him. Tim's intelligence can probably only be surpassed by one other trait, this being his athletic ability.

-Peak Human Conditioning: Through continuous intense training, Tim possesses peak level strength, stamina, speed, reflexes and agility for a person of his age bracket.

-Martial Arts Master: Tim has mastered multiple martial arts but his most preferred type of combat is Stick Fighting. He has incorporated aspects of Lady Shiva, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson and Connor Hawke's fighting styles into his own, as well as others.

Weaknesses:

-He has a certain...tendency to hold in most negative feelings until he's about ready to burst, if anything due to his tendency to brood and dwell on things long since past, letting them dig at him time and time again, being quite the independent individual, but also due to a belief that perhaps such problems are, frankly, stupid in comparison to that of others and so are not worth bothering somebody else about.

-He has a tendency to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, whether he feels that there are others around him willing to share said weight or not, as he seems to have developed an overabundance of guilt over time, holding himself responsible for a great number of events, despite the fact that they may have been completely out of his control.

-He has an overabundance of guilt, stemming from his strong sense of responsibility. Even if many of the horrible occurrences of his life were out of his control, he seems more than willing to take on the blame if he feels he could have changed the outcome in any way. He puts a lot of faith in his own abilities, and when he feels he failed himself and others in any way, Tim is ready to take fault in an instant. Tim has a tendency to try and carry the weight of the world, whether he feels he has people to help him alleviate the weight or not.






History:

Timothy was born on July 19th, 1994 to Jack and Janet Drake. Jack was a very successful businessman in Gotham at the time, so Tim was brought up in an upperclass lifestyle, much like his future mentor, Bruce Wayne, was. Other than that, Tim had a very normal upbringing, raised by loving, attentive parents. When the Drake family attended the circus, they met the Flying Graysons before the show and asked if Tim could have his photograph taken with them, as this was his first time at the circus. The Graysons agreed, and the photo was taken. Following his parents' deaths (to which Tim and his family, alongside Bruce Wayne, bore witness to), a copy of the picture was sent to Dick Grayson by Jack and Janet Drake who thought Dick would want it.

A few years later when Tim was nine years old, he saw footage of Batman and Robin apprehending The Penguin. Robin performed a quadruple somersault, a rare maneuver that Tim had only seen performed once before--by Dick Grayson. Intrigued, Tim later discovered that Dick was the ward of Bruce Wayne, and so he hypothesized (accurately, of course) that Dick Grayson was Robin and, subsequently, Bruce Wayne was Batman. Afterwards, Tim continued to follow the work of Batman and Robin, arguably becoming their biggest fan.

As time went on, Tim took notice of how a second Robin came into play, interestingly enough, directly after Bruce Wayne adopted Jason Todd. But after the second Robin disappeared (Jason’s death at the hands of The Joker), Tim witnessed an extreme and almost psychotic change in Batman's behavior, noticing that he had become more reckless and less inhibited when fighting criminals. Thus, Tim became convinced that Batman needed another Robin to help him control his actions, and at the age of thirteen, he set out to confront the hero he idolized.

In order to get to Batman, Tim followed Robin one night, confronting him first about the situation. Upon learning that Tim Drake knew of his identity as Robin and Bruce Wayne’s as Batman, Dick Grayson reluctantly led Tim back to the Batcave with him. It was there that Tim finally met with Batman for the first time, confronting him about his apparent need for another Robin. Grudgingly impressed by how Tim was able to deduce his and Robin’s identities, Bruce reluctantly accepted him as another Robin, but he would have to undergo several months of intensive training before ever being allowed to don the costume and go into the field.

Tim’s training involved a trip overseas to help him understand who he was as a crime fighter, as well as to meet with several master martial artists to train him in combat. One of his stops was in Paris, France, where he was trained under the tutelage of Chinese martial arts master Rahul Lama. While in Paris, Tim crossed paths with some thugs working for King Snake, who he later learned was being followed by villainess Lady Shiva. Determined to find out what King Snake was up to, Tim teamed up with Lady Shiva and a man named Clyde Rawlins. Together they discovered that King Snake was trafficking heroin in the area, and furthermore, that he was immersed in chemical weaponry, his primary interest not being to sell drugs, but to create his own brand of the bubonic plague. Fueled by the desire to do the right thing, Tim followed King Snake’s trail to Hong Kong, Lady Shiva and Rawlins in tow. However, Rawlins was only involved to take revenge on King Snake for murdering his family, while Lady Shiva was not morally opposed to King Snake’s doings, rather merely interested in seeing for herself if he was as dangerous as he was rumored to be.

While in Hong Kong, Lady Shiva agreed to train Tim in martial arts, and at one point said she would train him specifically in one weapon. Despite all the deadly weapons he could have chosen from, he picked the bō staff. Seeing this, Lady Shiva made a derisive comment that it was not a lethal weapon, implying that that was the reason he had chosen it. At the end of his training with Lady Shiva, Tim defeated her once with his weapon of choice, and she gifted him with the collapsible bō staff he carries today.

Not long after this, Tim, Lady Shiva, and Rawlins discovered that King Snake's plan was to unleash his plague into Hong Kong, intending to leave it as a rotting cesspool. Upon breaching the villain’s lair, the team split up to find King Snake and bring down his operation. Rawlins found him first, but was quickly killed before Tim managed to subdue King Snake by forcing him over the edge of the building. Lady Shiva then ordered Tim to kill the crime lord, but he refused--he didn’t want to be that kind of hero.

After Lady Shiva left and King Snake was sent to prison, Tim continued with his training, making several stops throughout Europe and Asia. Unfortunately, just as he completed his training and prior to his return to Gotham City, the Obeah Man captured Tim's parents with the intention of offering them up as human sacrifices. Batman arrived to their rescue, but not before Janet and Jack were both forced to drink poison, leaving Janet dead and Jack paralyzed from the waist down.

Now fourteen, Tim returned to Gotham, finally taking up the mantle as the next Robin. His father, however, was not able to continue his work due to his condition, and because of the low income that followed, Jack and Tim were forced to move into an innercity apartment. Shortly after, it became obvious that Jack required special care, and soon a nurse named Dana Winters was hired as his physical therapist. It wasn't long before the two fell in love and eventually got married, and despite the loss of his beloved mother, Tim grew very close to Dana and accepted her as his step-mom.

Although he loved his father and step-mother very much, Tim never told them of his activities as Robin. His father, however, did find out a year later due to Tim’s constant absences from home and all the time he spent with Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson for no apparent reason. Though Jack’s initial reaction was anger and a demand that Tim put away the Robin costume for good, he eventually came to realize his son’s devotion to protecting the city, as well as Gotham’s own need of Tim.

It wasn’t long after this that Captain Boomerang invaded Tim’s home while he was out, trapping his wheelchair-bound father inside. Jack fired a gun just as Captain Boomerang unleashed a razor boomerang, thus killing each other before Batman and Tim could make it back in time. Like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson before him, Tim Drake had now lost both of his parents to crime.






Writing Sample:

((Taken from Dogs of War, roleplaying Prussia. I'll change if I need to do a sample with the character I'm applying for, of course, I just wasn't too sure. ^^")

He was a general. Gilbert had sat awake for most of the night poring over maps and strageties of how to confront Ludwig. Using his battered up, alcohol stained chair as his fortress, he swivelled back and fourth in it, scribbling fragments of potential dialogue on an old beer mat and draining several more bottles of beer while fiddling with a pack of cards for divination. If he won this game, he would probably be arrested, although this didn't process in his current state, instead focusing on Ludwig and Bri's horrified faces when they woke up to find the entire nation adorned with Prussian eagles. And if he lost, he would say nothing and wait to see what happened, although he hadn't taken much thought to this option, instead focusing on the "awesome" alternative.

As the night grew longer, the albino wrote up more complicated "rules" for himself in an unreadable scrawl, crimson eyes wide with anticipation. If he won but took him longer than two hours, he would drape a countless number of flags around Bri's house as well. If he won and put down the king of hearts first, he would also bore Ludwig to death with a long, rambling speech on "The Mighty Prussia's General Awesomeness," though what he meant by that Gilbert had no idea. With this in mind, he tried out sentences in his head, In between solitaire games and drinking heavily, of course. Somewhere, there were words that would convey his thoughts on the German flag and whatever else he had to moan about while in his current drunken state.


After what seemed to him as a few hours, Gilbert's mind began to wander, quickly losing the will to continue plotting, after all, he knew what he wanted to do, and he didn't need a stained beermat to remind him. Now was the time to put his plans to action before the population of Berlin woke to find...absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. It was Christmas! They would surely be expecting some form of surprise anyway, what with Finland's obsession with launching presents at unsuspecting children from the safety of a flying sleigh. In comparison, his plans for Christmas morning were far less extreme than the Nordic's, so what did it matter if he decorated the streets of the capital a little? Berlin wouldn't exist without him, after all, and it was high time the people as well as Bri showed some respect to their God, in his opinion.

He was only doing his duty.

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It started as a light throbbing in the darkness. Then, it steadily grew and broke Gilbert from the haze he had been in as he rose from his position on what he assumed to be the floor. It was clear that he was no longer on the side of the road as the sounds of congested traffic no longer reached his ears, though where he was was question entirely. He tried to move his hand to the pain in his side, but was unable to do so. It registered in his mind that something was fastened around his wrist after managing to acknowledge that his hand was unnaturally heavy, although his every limb felt like lead as it was, and that a rounded silver object was dangling from it. Slowly, he to blinked his unfocused, crimson eyes to clear the cloud that was blurring everything into one, and as she did so attempted to piece together what had happened over the past few hours. It didn't seem as though his situation was great, whatever it was.

After a few blinks, he managed to clear his eyes to the extent that he could see the iron bars that stood mere inches away from where he now sat on the hard, concrete floor, and the faint outline of a uniformed man in the distance, although he seemed to e so far away...

Scheiße. What the...oh crap.

His head pounded, was he hallucinating? Groaning, Gilbert raised his hand to rub his surprisingly weary eyes, though froze half way as the soft clinking of metal reached his ears after a few delayed moments, as he attempted to process the handcuff that was clasped around his wrist, biting into his skin uncomfortably, though why the cops had only freed one hand he had no idea. Obviously, they weren't the brightest of people on the force, and with any luck they hadn't met him before, as he had been far from cooperative the past few times he had had a run-in with the law.

His thoughts were immediately scattered around his already groggy head at the sound of a man's voice, although he seemed to be too far away for Gilbert to comprehend absolutely everything that was beng said, although he did pick out the odd word, such as 'breaking and entering,' 'vandalism,' and 'speeding,' which didn't sound too good even to him.

The didn't sound the best; as though he was recovering from a hangover, though considering Ludwig's attitude a cop would most likely rather die than act quite so stupidly, which brought his usual smirk to his aching features, despite his current situation. Having been through the procedure countless times, it was starting to become almost natural to him.

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