Post by Aquaman on Nov 2, 2013 0:47:27 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname: Orin.
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Face Claim's Name: Stephen Amell
Name: Oliver Queen
Alias: Green Arrow. Ollie.
Race: Human. Is rumored to be a Metahuman due to his superb accuracy. Such claims are unfounded.
Age: 35
Birthday: 9/24/1978
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 195 Ibs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Physique: Oliver has an average archer's body, standing shorter than most superhero males yet still managing to look intimidating through his impressive musculature and variety of scars. Oliver's body allows for an ease with acrobatic feats, and less discomfort when crouching into an archer's stance.
Training: Oliver Queen is trained in various martial arts from all over the world, and has been known to be a fluent translator of languages such as Russian, Mandarin, Cantonese, and various oceanic languages. Oliver's martial art skills has been heralded as one of the best human martial artists in the world, as demonstrated when he was seen capable of taking on Deathstroke. Oliver is also a highly trained swordsman to the point of fighting Deathstroke one-on-one with a blade and nearly defeat him. Oliver is a average pilot and can fly most aviation devices without difficulty, although he is not as skilled as Black Canary or Lady Blackhawk in flying. Oliver's true skill, however, lies in archery. Oliver is credited as DC Universe's most proficient and skilled archer, able to disable guns, cleave water droplets in half, and pin a fly to a wall by it's wings without killing it.
Equipment: Compact Bow: A highly advanced military-tech bow first created by himself with spare parts, and then recreated by Waynetech as a gift. This bow is Oliver's pride and joy, and is regarded to generally be impervious to most attacks as it is made with extraterrestial metals and alloys from meteorites. The bow requires immense strength to actually use, as most criminals find out when they manage to take the bow away from Ollie, only to end up straining or injuring themselves when they find out they cannot even pull back the drawstring, and can endure tremendous amounts of force.
Trick Arrows: Oliver wields a variety of "trick arrows" that are used for a variety of situations. Such arrows include cryogenic capsules, incendiary napalm-tipped arrows, boxing gloves, nets, tasers, and explosive arrows.
Powers / Abilities
Archery - Green Arrow is the most skilled archer in the DC Universe, and is capable of pulling off archery feats that seem almost impossible. He can fire off sixteen arrows in thirty seconds, and can target any part of the human body and hit it with an arrow even if the target is in motion. It is said that only Roy Harper and Merlyn have the same skill level as Green Arrow. This ability to hit targets accurately also extends to throwing weapons and, on the very rare occasion, guns.
Martial Arts - Green Arrow is one of the most skilled martial artists in DC Universe, having been trained by fellow street-level heroes Batman and Black Canary. Green Arrow has taken on rooms filled with thugs single-handedly, and uses his bow as a masterful weapon in hand-to-hand combat.
Acrobatics - Green Arrow is a skilled acrobat and can perform feats of acrobatics with ease.
Swordsmanship - Green Arrow is a skilled swordsman, even though it is rarely displayed. He has been able to take on Sportsmaster in combat, and has been able to survive more than five minutes in a full-on sword match with Deathstroke, although he was wounded afterwards.
Aviation - Green Arrow is a average aviator and can fly most aeroplanes with ease.
Cooking - Green Arrow can cook the spiciest chili, ya'll.
Weaknesses
(List as many as you need)
Human Physiology - Green Arrow is human, and as thus is subject to all the weaknesses and limits of the human body.
Mental Instability - Green Arrow has endured various events through his life that would traumatize most humans, thus causing him to suffer from aggression when provoked enough and becoming more and more open to killing when needed. This instability seemed to be healed after he killed Prometheus.
Character Time Line
Going with Deathstroke's advice and not putting stuff here until it's time.
Audition post
There's a beautiful feeling when you're all by yourself, the tension of the drawstring thrumming along your fingers and you know your fingers are going to be bleeding later on but you neglect to bring gloves because damnit, doesn't that just -take- away the whole experience of it all? The wind's blowing at just the right speed and you can swear that on this clear, full-moon of a night, you can see the fat veins bulging in the neck of a crimelord while he sweats on a group of prostitutes. His name is Donny "The Daring" Delano. So called because he once stabbed a cop to death in full view of the police department....and got away with it due to the monumental payroll he has the authorities on. But today, all the cops in the city are willing to conveniently be in a conference and it just so happens that nobody can hear screaming from a penthouse this high.
The crane he was crouched on swayed in the wind, but it didn't interfere with his shot as a arrow with a capsule full of quick hardening foam whistled through the air and slammed against the forehead of some gun-toting thug, exploding instantly and covering his body with the foam. Luckily for him, it was porous enough for air. The archer dashed off to the side in a sprint before leaping into a somersault and gripping the flagpole of a building, swinging once before letting himself go with a "WHOOO!" as the wind blew through his hair, landing on the scaffolding of a constructed floor as he ran up towards the nearest sniper guard and quickly swung his bow, smacking it against the back of his head with a CRACK! Gotta tell you, that sound? Never gets old. The sniper's spotter didn't even get a warning as he suddenly found himself lying on his back with an arrow lodged in his shoulder. Paralyzing neurotoxins. Seriously. The archer leapt past the unconscious guard, never even taking realize that in his last throes of conciousness...he had activated the alarm via a silent radio in his jacket.
As soon as Oliver made his way onto the penthouse roof, the clamor of guns being cocked immediately drew his attention along with his bow, although -that- quickly went down when his face and chest lit up redder than an adolescent teen boy first going into his acne stage. The sound of walrus's mating filled the air. Oh wait, that was just Delano clapping. "Good on you, Man in Tights. You managed to make a hooker cry -and- ruin my deposit on that cooch. Now what the hell am I supposed to have for entertainment tonight?" The obese crimelord spoke with a half disinterested tone, a cybernetic eye replacing one that was lost in a execution attempt by the Triads years back blinked at Oliver with a cold glare. "Hmm. I suppose you can always dance, right? And if not, your slug-filled corpse will be enough entertainment for me." He smirked with teeth formed of diamonds and prepared to signal his troops....just long enough for Ollie to draw back his string and fire a boxing glove arrow at his face, knocking out a few of those expensive chompers from his gums. A slap of fat hand against fatter face sounded worse then rubbing two wet balloons together as he snarled out. "Kill him!"
The mindless mercenaries in suits took aim and let loose a hail of bullets as Ollie somersaulted to the side, a sharp, hot pain stinging him as a bullet grazed his arm before he drew his bow and fired an arrow. The arrow split in half in mid-air as the twin projectiles lodged themselves in the barrels of the thug's assault rifles, causing them to blow off quite a few of their own fingers when they stupidly kept pulling the trigger just as Ollie wrapped his bow around the neck of another man and spun him around, using him as a shield as the fourth guard opened fire and filled the meat shield with bullets before having to stop to reload. A quick twist of the bow, another loud CRACK as a neck was twisted to a deadly angle, and a TWING as a arrow found it's home inside the eyesocket of the last thug. "There's no where to run, Delano. Truth be told though, I'm not entirely sure how fast you could waddle anyway." The green archer, once carrying a smile, now holding the stern expression of an executor as he slowly strode towards the fat, quivering man that now stunk of urine and fear, what once stunk of corruption and hunger. "You've failed this city, Donny Delano. Now the people are going to be able to walk the streets knowing that you won't be filling the city with your dirty money anymore." He spoke calmly as he pulled back the drawstring, intending to simply give the man a graze along the cheek as a warning and a signal to get the hell out of Star City...only for a gunshot to fill the air along with the blood and brains of one Donny Delano. Ollie quickly swiveled on his feet and let fly the arrow at the closest estimation of where the gunshot came from, only for it to shatter harmlessly against the wall. "Shit...this was a lot more casualties then I wanted." He grumbled to himself as he slowly lowered his bow and walked over to the corpse of the crimelord, drawing an arrow out of his quiver and going to work at digging out the bullet from it's cozy little hole in the center of his forehead. It took a few stains to his vest to clean it up, but it was quite clear where it originated from, since whoever shot it seemed to have put his very own signature on it. It read plainly......DEADSHOT.
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Player Nickname: Orin.
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? Yes
Face Claim's Name: Stephen Amell
Name: Oliver Queen
Alias: Green Arrow. Ollie.
Race: Human. Is rumored to be a Metahuman due to his superb accuracy. Such claims are unfounded.
Age: 35
Birthday: 9/24/1978
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 195 Ibs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Physique: Oliver has an average archer's body, standing shorter than most superhero males yet still managing to look intimidating through his impressive musculature and variety of scars. Oliver's body allows for an ease with acrobatic feats, and less discomfort when crouching into an archer's stance.
Training: Oliver Queen is trained in various martial arts from all over the world, and has been known to be a fluent translator of languages such as Russian, Mandarin, Cantonese, and various oceanic languages. Oliver's martial art skills has been heralded as one of the best human martial artists in the world, as demonstrated when he was seen capable of taking on Deathstroke. Oliver is also a highly trained swordsman to the point of fighting Deathstroke one-on-one with a blade and nearly defeat him. Oliver is a average pilot and can fly most aviation devices without difficulty, although he is not as skilled as Black Canary or Lady Blackhawk in flying. Oliver's true skill, however, lies in archery. Oliver is credited as DC Universe's most proficient and skilled archer, able to disable guns, cleave water droplets in half, and pin a fly to a wall by it's wings without killing it.
Equipment: Compact Bow: A highly advanced military-tech bow first created by himself with spare parts, and then recreated by Waynetech as a gift. This bow is Oliver's pride and joy, and is regarded to generally be impervious to most attacks as it is made with extraterrestial metals and alloys from meteorites. The bow requires immense strength to actually use, as most criminals find out when they manage to take the bow away from Ollie, only to end up straining or injuring themselves when they find out they cannot even pull back the drawstring, and can endure tremendous amounts of force.
Trick Arrows: Oliver wields a variety of "trick arrows" that are used for a variety of situations. Such arrows include cryogenic capsules, incendiary napalm-tipped arrows, boxing gloves, nets, tasers, and explosive arrows.
Powers / Abilities
Archery - Green Arrow is the most skilled archer in the DC Universe, and is capable of pulling off archery feats that seem almost impossible. He can fire off sixteen arrows in thirty seconds, and can target any part of the human body and hit it with an arrow even if the target is in motion. It is said that only Roy Harper and Merlyn have the same skill level as Green Arrow. This ability to hit targets accurately also extends to throwing weapons and, on the very rare occasion, guns.
Martial Arts - Green Arrow is one of the most skilled martial artists in DC Universe, having been trained by fellow street-level heroes Batman and Black Canary. Green Arrow has taken on rooms filled with thugs single-handedly, and uses his bow as a masterful weapon in hand-to-hand combat.
Acrobatics - Green Arrow is a skilled acrobat and can perform feats of acrobatics with ease.
Swordsmanship - Green Arrow is a skilled swordsman, even though it is rarely displayed. He has been able to take on Sportsmaster in combat, and has been able to survive more than five minutes in a full-on sword match with Deathstroke, although he was wounded afterwards.
Aviation - Green Arrow is a average aviator and can fly most aeroplanes with ease.
Cooking - Green Arrow can cook the spiciest chili, ya'll.
Weaknesses
(List as many as you need)
Human Physiology - Green Arrow is human, and as thus is subject to all the weaknesses and limits of the human body.
Mental Instability - Green Arrow has endured various events through his life that would traumatize most humans, thus causing him to suffer from aggression when provoked enough and becoming more and more open to killing when needed. This instability seemed to be healed after he killed Prometheus.
Character Time Line
Going with Deathstroke's advice and not putting stuff here until it's time.
Audition post
There's a beautiful feeling when you're all by yourself, the tension of the drawstring thrumming along your fingers and you know your fingers are going to be bleeding later on but you neglect to bring gloves because damnit, doesn't that just -take- away the whole experience of it all? The wind's blowing at just the right speed and you can swear that on this clear, full-moon of a night, you can see the fat veins bulging in the neck of a crimelord while he sweats on a group of prostitutes. His name is Donny "The Daring" Delano. So called because he once stabbed a cop to death in full view of the police department....and got away with it due to the monumental payroll he has the authorities on. But today, all the cops in the city are willing to conveniently be in a conference and it just so happens that nobody can hear screaming from a penthouse this high.
The crane he was crouched on swayed in the wind, but it didn't interfere with his shot as a arrow with a capsule full of quick hardening foam whistled through the air and slammed against the forehead of some gun-toting thug, exploding instantly and covering his body with the foam. Luckily for him, it was porous enough for air. The archer dashed off to the side in a sprint before leaping into a somersault and gripping the flagpole of a building, swinging once before letting himself go with a "WHOOO!" as the wind blew through his hair, landing on the scaffolding of a constructed floor as he ran up towards the nearest sniper guard and quickly swung his bow, smacking it against the back of his head with a CRACK! Gotta tell you, that sound? Never gets old. The sniper's spotter didn't even get a warning as he suddenly found himself lying on his back with an arrow lodged in his shoulder. Paralyzing neurotoxins. Seriously. The archer leapt past the unconscious guard, never even taking realize that in his last throes of conciousness...he had activated the alarm via a silent radio in his jacket.
As soon as Oliver made his way onto the penthouse roof, the clamor of guns being cocked immediately drew his attention along with his bow, although -that- quickly went down when his face and chest lit up redder than an adolescent teen boy first going into his acne stage. The sound of walrus's mating filled the air. Oh wait, that was just Delano clapping. "Good on you, Man in Tights. You managed to make a hooker cry -and- ruin my deposit on that cooch. Now what the hell am I supposed to have for entertainment tonight?" The obese crimelord spoke with a half disinterested tone, a cybernetic eye replacing one that was lost in a execution attempt by the Triads years back blinked at Oliver with a cold glare. "Hmm. I suppose you can always dance, right? And if not, your slug-filled corpse will be enough entertainment for me." He smirked with teeth formed of diamonds and prepared to signal his troops....just long enough for Ollie to draw back his string and fire a boxing glove arrow at his face, knocking out a few of those expensive chompers from his gums. A slap of fat hand against fatter face sounded worse then rubbing two wet balloons together as he snarled out. "Kill him!"
The mindless mercenaries in suits took aim and let loose a hail of bullets as Ollie somersaulted to the side, a sharp, hot pain stinging him as a bullet grazed his arm before he drew his bow and fired an arrow. The arrow split in half in mid-air as the twin projectiles lodged themselves in the barrels of the thug's assault rifles, causing them to blow off quite a few of their own fingers when they stupidly kept pulling the trigger just as Ollie wrapped his bow around the neck of another man and spun him around, using him as a shield as the fourth guard opened fire and filled the meat shield with bullets before having to stop to reload. A quick twist of the bow, another loud CRACK as a neck was twisted to a deadly angle, and a TWING as a arrow found it's home inside the eyesocket of the last thug. "There's no where to run, Delano. Truth be told though, I'm not entirely sure how fast you could waddle anyway." The green archer, once carrying a smile, now holding the stern expression of an executor as he slowly strode towards the fat, quivering man that now stunk of urine and fear, what once stunk of corruption and hunger. "You've failed this city, Donny Delano. Now the people are going to be able to walk the streets knowing that you won't be filling the city with your dirty money anymore." He spoke calmly as he pulled back the drawstring, intending to simply give the man a graze along the cheek as a warning and a signal to get the hell out of Star City...only for a gunshot to fill the air along with the blood and brains of one Donny Delano. Ollie quickly swiveled on his feet and let fly the arrow at the closest estimation of where the gunshot came from, only for it to shatter harmlessly against the wall. "Shit...this was a lot more casualties then I wanted." He grumbled to himself as he slowly lowered his bow and walked over to the corpse of the crimelord, drawing an arrow out of his quiver and going to work at digging out the bullet from it's cozy little hole in the center of his forehead. It took a few stains to his vest to clean it up, but it was quite clear where it originated from, since whoever shot it seemed to have put his very own signature on it. It read plainly......DEADSHOT.
Read more: justiceleaguerpc.proboards.com/thread/70/application-template-fill-out#ixzz2jSOCNNPQ