For the past seven months Dick has been living with Sandra Komez, a woman who pays him little attention and typically uses the money from the state to purchase alcohol and cigarettes. Dick works part-time at a pawn shop near her apartment in order to fund his vigilante activities, and does his best to stay out of the house as much as possible.
THE FUTURE (where you'd like to take the character and/or ideas for plotlines)
As a player, I don’t have my heart set on any particular other characters or specific interactions for Dick. I’m very content to let Dick play with anyone who will play with him, and see what develops over time from there. He will be actively looking for Batman and ultimately seeking some sort of acknowledgment from him, but of course, that does not mean that he is likely (or even worthy) of being granted that wish. On some level he will realize that he’s more out of his depth than he thought he would be, and he’ll be eager to find other potential allies on the streets as well. I’d love to see him make a friend or two. Dick has been awfully lonely.
In the long term I’d like to see him become a little more capable and maybe somewhat reminiscent of Nightwing in the mainstream DCU, though I don’t see him having any reason to leave behind Robin’s name or persona in this verse.
RP SAMPLE
SAMPLE RP (must be of the character being apped and at least three solid paragraphs)
When he was just above the sixth story the rope went smooth all at once and suddenly his gloves were losing traction. He slid hard and felt a sharp, primal jolt of terror just before he heard the sharp bang of his feet hitting the glass of the window below. The reverberation echoed a little, and he hung there frozen for an extra few seconds, half expecting someone to shout. To open a window. To notice the crazy kid in green and red, scaling the off-side of Bella's.
His breath was coming in sharp pants, making little white clouds in front of his face. A woman laughed and stumbled out of the nightclub across the street with two men on either side of her.
Go with what you have, Dick, Dad would say.
He dragged himself up onto the roof and pulled the grapple out of the concrete railing. He kept as low as he could, even though supposedly he was out of range of the security camera, if the diagram he’d found on the internet was to be believed. No time to wind the rope back up, so he left it in a pile next to the wall, just slightly out of reach should he need it again on short notice.
Batman never seemed to have this problem. But his stuff had to be way better, right?
He tried the vantage point from where he was, but this side of the building was blocking the door below. He needed to get to the other side, which meant that security camera had to die.
He stood up slowly, half crouching still behind the wall and waited until it was training itself on the door to the stairwell before he started running. He threw himself into a handspring before he launched into the air, landing just beyond the range of the camera.
The little lens swiveled furiously, sensing his movement but unable to correct itself enough to see him. He worked quickly, prying the casing off the top with the edge of his screwdriver. The insides looked different than they were supposed to, so he reached in and yanked out the whole mess of wires. The light flickered defiantly for a few second before it faded down to nothing again.
He let go of the mess and let it drop down onto the rough gravel of the roof.